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cinematicsoph · 1 year

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valntyne • calum hood blurb

summary: it's your first valentines day in a relationship and you're super excited. however, everything that could go wrong - did. and your boyfriend doesn't even seem to remember it's valentines day…or does he?

warnings: swearing, super duper cheesy…like extremely cheesy

a/n: heyyyy how y'all doing? happy valntyne's day, lovers! i randomly got this idea listening to valentine and luckily Cal won the twitter poll bc i lowkey wanted him to win it all along oops lol. anyways (as always) thank you to my amazing editor and to you guys reading this! i hope you enjoy and that you had a great valentines day !

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Today sucks. It has honestly been the worst day you’ve had in a long time. To make matters worse, it’s your first Valentine’s Day in a relationship and your boyfriend didn’t seem to remember or care.

You and Calum have been dating for four months and things have been going great. You and the guys have been friends for so long but you always felt different about Calum. When he finally got the courage to ask you out, you were ecstatic. Now it’s Valentine’s Day and while you usually hate this holiday since you never got to fully experience it, you were looking forward to spending the day with your boyfriend. But Calum didn’t say anything about Valentine’s Day when he woke up, and then you got called into work at 6 am so you couldn’t even stay at home with him. Then you got a shit ton of work thrown at you, and you spilt your coffee on your outfit and important documents that needed to be sent out before you left. It seemed that everything that could go wrong, did. All you wanted to do was go home and curl up in a ball, never to leave again. You knew that by now Calum had left your house to go back to his own and you couldn’t tell if that made you feel better or worse. Part of you longed for his comforting cuddles. His body temperature always seeming warmer than normal and his tattoos were strangely calming to trace always made you feel better. But the other part of you desperately wanted to be alone. To go to the grocery store and buy whatever the hell you wanted, go home to change into your pajamas, and binge watch John Mulaney specials until the tears on your cheeks turned to ones of laughter. Unfortunately, you cannot have both.

Work seemed to drag on, the end of your shift always seeming out of reach. Until finally, your boss walked into your office. “Y/N, you’ve been here for nearly 10 hours. Go home and enjoy the holiday with your boyfriend.”

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks” you said, ignoring her and continuing the last of your work.

“Hey, I know I’m your boss. But I’d like to think that we’re friends too. I can tell when somethings wrong, Y/N. Did something happen between you and Calum?” She closes your door and sits down in the chair across from you. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

You look up at her and the sympathetic look on her face made you tear up. “It’s just been such a shitty day, and it’s my first Valentine’s Day in a relationship, and my boyfriend doesn’t even seem to care. I woke up this morning hoping for at least a “Happy Valentine’s Day” from him. But I didn’t get anything. I got a “good morning” and then a phone call that I had to come in today. I just…I just want to go home and be alone,” you say choking up. You’re trying to keep the tears from falling and then you realize how much you just spilt to your boss. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rant like that. I’m just so tired.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. Why don’t you go treat yourself to some sweets and go home, okay? I’ll have one of the interns finish the last little bit of work.” You nod and gather your stuff. You quietly thank her and walk out your office door. As you’re walking to your car, you check your phone in hopes that Calum remembered what day it was and texted you. But there was nothing. No call, text, not even a tag on Instagram for a Valentine’s Day post. At this point, you don’t even want the sweets. You don’t want to walk through the store and see more people. So you head home, hoping for some quiet.

After unlocking the door and walking in, you take off your shoes and notice a rose petal on the mat you keep your shoes on. Confused, you pick it up and look at it. Looking at the floor, you notice more rose petals. You being to grow more confused and decide to follow them out of curiosity. You follow them all the way upstairs to your bedroom. You see that they go under the closed door so you open it up. Your bedroom is covered in balloons and rose petals and sitting on your bed is your boyfriend, grinning like a mad man. He looks as handsome as ever in a suit and red tie, hold a giant teddy bear and a few boxes of chocolates.

“Hey,” he says smiling even more (if that’s even possible).

“Hi.” You say quietly, walking over to him. “What is all this?”

“Well, I was hoping to spend Valentine’s Day with my favorite person ever, but they got called into work. And a little birdie may or may not have mentioned the terrible day you had. I didn’t forget about Valentine’s Day, love. I just really wanted to surprise you.” And that’s when the dam holding your tears back finally gives out. You sniffle and look at him. “Hey, it was not my intention to make you cry!” He sets the teddy bear and chocolates on your bed and walks over to you. He hugs you and lightly kisses your head.

“You’re just…you’re so incredible and I just spent the work day angry at you because I thought you didn’t care about Valentine’s Day.” Your words are muffled by his shirt. “I’m so sorry, Cal.”

“No, don’t apologize, love. I wanted to surprise you and I obviously didn’t think this through very well.” You shake your head and look up at him.

“It’s perfect, thank you.” You peck his lips and he wipes your tears.

He kisses your head again and for the first time—he says “I love you.” You swear you have never felt the way you are feeling right now. You face breaks out into a huge smile and you kiss him. Eventually you pull away for air, still smiling.

“I love you too, Calum. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” You walk over to the box of chocolates and giggle when you see “will you be my valntyne?” written on the lid. “You’re such a dork.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork.” He smiles and hugs you from behind. “Now let’s go cuddle and watch John Mulaney.”

“You read my mind.” You turn and kiss his nose.

“There’s a horse loose in the hospital!”

After you change into comfier clothes, you and Cal are cuddled together on the couch with your favorite comedian on in the background. He brought all the snacks and treats to the living room and refused to eat any of it claiming “it’s for you, love.” He pulls you closer and lightly draws shapes on your back. As he does, you feel your eyes begin to feel heavy. The long day and tears finally caught up with you and exhaustion kicks in.

“Love, you can take a nap. I know your day was rough,” he whispers and kisses your head. “You must be so tired.”

“‘M fine, Cal. I wanna stay up with you.” Your eyes are closed and you are cuddled into his side as much as possible.

“Go ahead and take a nap, love. I’ll be fine. I can carry you to bed if you want.” You nod, already half asleep. He picks you up and brings you back to your room. He lays you down on the bed and kisses your head. He starts to walk to the door

“Stay,” you say. You grab his wrist to stop him from walking away from you. “Please, Cal.” You look up at him as he smiles and nods. He takes his jeans and shirt off then lays next to you. Your legs end up tangled together, his arms wrap around your body pulling you as close to his chest as possible. He rubs your back and kisses your head every once and a while.

“I love you so much,” he whispers. Since he said it the first time, he hasn’t stopped. While watching the special, he would look at you when you were laughing and say it. You would say it back, obviously. He must’ve thought you had fallen asleep, but you were still slightly awake. “God, how did I get so lucky. I don’t deserve you, love. I really don’t.”

“Cheesy fucker,” you say with a sleepy giggle. You open your eyes and look up at him.

“I thought you were asleep!” He laughs, but is clearly embarrassed.

“I am! I am, keep going.” You quickly close your eyes again with a wide smile on you face.

“Yeah, no. I’m not going to make that ego of yours any bigger.” You both laugh and he kisses your head. “Just go back to sleep, bub. We can go back to watching John Mulaney specials and eating our weight in chocolate when you wake up.” You nod and look up at him. You kiss his nose and cuddle back into his side. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Cal.” You smile and close your eyes again. Before falling asleep again you remembered something. “You are gonna clean up the rose petals…right?”

#5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sosblurb #blurb #calum hood #calum hood blurbs #calum hood x reader #valentine's day #cinematicsoph

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calmluke · 4 years

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Dyeing Calum’s Hair

This is just a quick little blurb that I wrote that was inspired by pink haired Calum since we never saw it.

Words: 800

The music video for 'Wildflower' was set to be filmed in a few days. To add to the theme Andy wanted to go with, Luke decided to bleach his hair and Calum thought, why not dye mine pink?

So there you were in the hair dye aisle of the closest store to your house picking out the best toners and bleach you could find. "What if you went full on pink?" you laughed, picking up the bottle that had the most neon pink you had ever seen. "You know thats not really what I had in mind," he giggled and picked up a pastel pink bottle instead.

"Boring," you said putting the other one back. "Well maybe once you're done dyeing my hair I can dye yours that color?" he asked. "Hmm I think I'll pass," you leaned up kissing his cheek and walked past him out of the aisle before he came up with some remark.

He followed you to the checkout line and you scanned all the items you needed. By the time you made it back home, it was already getting late and you were prepared for the process to take a while having bleached his hair a couple times before.

You went upstairs to the main bathroom and started setting up all the bottles you needed and pulled up a chair for him while he changed into sweatpants and a tank top. "You better not mess this up," he teased before sitting down. "Well if you wanted this done perfectly you would've gone to a salon," you pointed out before you started adding the developer to his hair.

He started making faces at you through the mirror and you couldn't help but laugh. "Stop it or one side of your head will end up lighter than the other." You switched over to the bleach and started brushing it through.

You circled him to stand between his legs so you could do the front strands of his hair easier. He reached up holding your hips making you giggle, "Calum stop distracting me," you said pushing his hands back down. "I'm just touching," he shrugged and moved his hands up your legs back onto your hips. You giggled shaking your head and moved back from him "Now we have to wait for it to lighten up," you said and set a timer on your phone.

"Well if we have time," he said pulling you back in between his legs. You laughed as he pulled you onto his lap so you straddled him. "I guess we do," you smiled as he leaned in to kiss you. Wrapping your arms around his neck and careful to avoid his hair, you kissed him back.

He squeezed your waist moving his hand up to push your hair back as he deepened the kiss. You pulled him closer to you as his other hand moved down to your ass and you moaned his name into the kiss.

He pulled back and started kissing along your jaw. You tilted your head to allow him more access as he kissed down your neck sucking at all of your weak spots. Just as he made his way down to your collarbone your alarm started ringing, pulling you back into reality. He groaned in frustration but let you stand up.

You had him tilt his head back into the sink as you rinsed out all of the bleach. Once his hair was blow dried it was back to the bleach blonde that you had grown so fond of.

"Did you miss my blonde hair?" he laughed, obviously seeing the look you were giving him. "You know I did," you said as you put on a new pair of gloves and opened the hair dye bottle.

After you applied it all to his hair and made sure it was even, since he kept trying to distract you, you set another timer and started cleaning up the bathroom to keep yourself occupied. And despite all his whining you managed to get it done just as your timer went off and he had to get in the shower.

You were laying on the bed scrolling through you phone while you waited for him to be done. A few minutes later he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Your eyes scanned up to his hair as he stepped up closer. "What do you think?" he asked. You sat up kneeling on the edge of the bed and wrapping your arms around his neck, "You look very sexy," you giggled and he wrapped his arms around your waist, "You think so?" he asked.

Before you could respond, he leaned down hooking his arms around your legs laying you back onto the bed making you squeal.

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vipclifford · 4 years

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Best Years

The breeze felt cold against Luke’s rosy cheeks as he stared at the city lights, bottle of whiskey in his hand ready to warm him up. He watched the people walk along the pavement; watched the seemingly small cars drive down congested motorways; watched the traffic lights change from green to red to green again; watched the restaurants and shops close down for the night. He watched everyone else live their normal and mundane lives; wondering what the hell he had been doing with his for the past few months. He turned away from the window with a defeated sigh, taking a couple steps forwards before crashing down on his king-sized bed. He watched the whiskey spill onto her side of the duvet too.

‘Her side.’ Luke mentally scolded himself for thinking that, knowing well that both sides now belonged to him. The green mug she just always had to have for her morning coffee, his. The bright paintings she had excitedly bought to decorate and bring life to the apartment’s walls, his. The striped cushion on the sofa that she often held against her chest, silently claiming it as her own, his. And despite all of the times he had reminded himself over and over that she was gone, he couldn’t stop thinking of their lives as intertwined.

Petunia padded into the room and climbed onto the bed, settling her body beneath the arm he had raised for her to do so. Luke stroked her back in hopes to bring her the comfort she so effortlessly brought him. He was grateful for Petunia. He grabbed her pillow, slightly disappointed because it no longer carried the sweet scent of her coconut shampoo, and rested beneath his head for comfort. Petunia nuzzled herself against him, earning a kiss to the top of her head.

The apartment was silent and Luke hated it. He missed the noise that came with her. Her footsteps around the house; the loud chatter from the tv shows she used to watch in the living room, claiming she needed to be able to hear the most subtle of sounds to get the full experience of the scene. Her laughter down the hallway. Her voice telling him to dance with her in the kitchen. Instead, all he could hear was the traffic coming from the window he had forgotten to shut.

Luke finally got up to close it, fed up of the cold he was letting into his home. He grabbed his phone to play a song, any song, to finally rid the room of the silence that tormented him. In a moment of rash irrationality, Luke found himself dialing her number instead. The palms of his hands felt clammier by the second as he listened to the phone ring repeatedly. His chest filled with a nervous swarm of butterflies as he heard her voice tell him to ‘leave a message after the beep,’ the first time he had heard her speak in the year he had spent without her.

“Uh, hi. It’s Luke,” he said softly, awkwardly, not knowing how to act after spending so many months away from her. “I know that it’s really late and that you hate me but I was calling because I miss you. I miss you so fucking much and I just want to be with you. I want to be with you in the mornings when you’re pissed off at the concept of time. I want to be with you in the evenings when you’re drunk on just two glasses of wine. I want to hold your hair when you drink too much, I want to carry you home when you’re too tired to stand up. I want to buy you roses or sunflowers or both. I want to chase behind you as we race towards the shore. I want to travel the world with you. And I want to kiss you - oh god, you’ve got no idea how much I yearn to kiss those lips of yours again. I want to love you, I want to marry you, I want to have that family we once talked about with you. Three kids that I can love as much as I love you. I want to hold your hand while we’re growing up. I know you’ve got a million reasons to hesitate because I gave you a million reasons to walk away, but baby, please, take me back,” Luke begged into the phone, hands desperately clutching the device as though she’d be able to feel the extent of his despair. “Take me back, please, I’ll give you the best years.”

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lostincalum · 4 years

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Cozy Cabin- Luke Hemmings

A/N: this is not proofread pure fluff

Taking Luke to your cold ass hometown had seemed like a brilliant idea when you thought of it. And it had been for the first week when Luke was enchanted by the snow covered branches and you with snow in your hair.

However the weather had turned, and going outside for a walk is out of the question for Luke with the slippery ice and the har winds. You wanted to make the best out of the time you had with Luke.

So you have the cabin you rented lit up with candles and a fire in the fireplace going. When Luke comes out to the tiny living room of the tiny cabin he stopps dead in his tracks. You are standing infront of the stove with one of his hoodies that he brought, jeans and with long knitted socks pulled over the jeans.

Luke himself is covered in a knit sweater you got him for christmas, as well as a pair of sweatpants. Like you he had stuffed his pants into a pair of knit socks.

A small portable speaker was playing slow music in the living room, so you didn’t hear him enter, until he stood behind you and breathed a little “boo” into your ear. It caused you to turn and look at him with a mock stern face. As usual the facade fades once he gives you one of his goofiest smiles.

“Morning sleepy”, you smile at him.

You lean into him snf wrap your arms around his waist, feeling at peace. Luke gives you a squeeze before he turns the cheese toasties you have been making in the pan.

The dark outside has wrapped the cabin into a private buble you always wanted in your busy life with Luke, while the wind makes itself known across every creek and nook of the creaky old building.

“Wanna eat these cheese toasties or not?”, Luke asks of course he’s not tired, he’s just woken up from a nap.

“Yeah, I’ve made a little space in front of the fireplace”, you answer, as he starts reaching around the kitchen for plates and cutlery, moving as minimally, not wanting you to move.

“Okay, you’re gonna have to let go now”.

With a pull on his neck he bends down and lets you kiss him briefly, before walking to the fireplace. You sit down on the blanket covered floor and watch Luke as he hands you one of the plates.

“This is more than I could have ever asked for Y/N. Really I love this.”

Your heart melts at how soft he is being.

“No worries Lu, of course I’d do this for you.”

So while you eat, you talk about the year that has passed, as well as how excited the both of you are for the new year and the future together.

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bloodlineluke · 5 years

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Just Like Honey (L.H)

“M Jealous,” I drunkenly mumbled into Luke’s shoulder as the car rolled along the road.

Luke laughed and turned his head to look at me.

“Yeah?” He questioned, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “Jealous of what babes.” He finished rubbing my arm in an affectionate manner.

“Your hair, it’s so pretty.”

I lifted my hand to run my hand through his blonde curls, his eyes closing in enjoyment. Lu was always one to like to get his hair played with. Always loving people running their fingers through it, or simply twirling the ends.

“You have pretty hair too, love. Maybe I’m jealous of such long locks?” Luke playfully said, causing me to roll my eyes at his statement.

“False, my hair is so boring. Your hair is just like honey.” My voice started to get sleepy as the car radio lulled me to sleep.

“Damn, she really is hammered. Didn’t think she would actually let loose.” Calum spoke from beside me, his lips quirking into a smirk in enjoyment.

“New years parties, are my parties. I’m what makes them fun in the first place! Also, your worse off then I am Calum.” I retorted back causing both the tall boys to laugh beside me.

“I think It’s time to get you to bed. Both of you to bed” Luke spoke at us, the car coming to a halt in front of the large apartment building.

Luke went to go pick me up but I brushed him off, pulling myself out of the car with Luke standing idly from beside me his arms out in case he needed to help me. Before we could make it inside I stopped on the sidewalk and sat down, pulling my shoes off my feet and moaning at the feeling of my feet being free. Instead of carrying the shoes myself, I set them into Luke’s hand smiling evilly at him.

“Seems as if your just using me?” He asked, reaching down to pull me up onto my feet.

“Your right, I only stay with you because of Jack. He's a keeper.”

Luke playfully gasped from beside me, mocking fake offense as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders acting as if he was going to cry into my shoulder.

“Luke I can barely stand by myself, get off.”

It was too late before we both went tumbling to the ground, my body falling on top of Luke’s. I let out a groan at the hit, his hands placed firmly on my hips. We heard a camera shutter from beside me and Luke’s head snapped quickly to the sound of the noise, looking to yell at someone. Only to see Calum with his phone in his hand, and a cheeky grin on his face.

Luke and I quickly got up after that, our breaths heavy from the fall.

“I’d expect myself to be loud, and obnoxious. Yet it was the sober one that made all the noise” Calum teasingly said, walking ahead of us to Luke and I’s apartments.

Before anybody could react, Calums feet had slipped beneath him and he was falling into the ground a loud groan falling from his lips, while Luke and I left out a loud laugh. “Now who’s the loud and obnoxious one?” Luke teased helping his friend up from the ground.

Calum let out a whine and clung onto me, while Luke rolled his eyes as he put the key into our door, swinging it open and making sure we got in before he shut the door. Calum and I drunkenly stumbled to the couch, his body falling heavily on top of mine as I let out a loud groan.

“Oi, Cal. That's my girlfriend get off.” Luke yelled pulling Calum up to his feet for the second time that night and leading him down the hallway to the guest bedroom.

Luke gave me a pointed look as if telling me to sit there and not move so I didn’t cause a drunken mess before he disappeared into the guest room with Calum. He came out not even 10 minutes later, a deep sigh leaving his lips as he ran his hand through his curls. “Your turn.” He spoke lifting me up bridal style and carrying me to our room.

He set a glass of water on the nightstand beside the bed and set me down, instructing me to drink some as he walked to the dresser to grab my pajamas. I was only able to take a sip before he was back in front of me and changing me into comfy clothes.

“Happy New Year Lu,” I mumbled into the pillow my eyes dropping shut.

“Happy new years baby,” Luke replied softly, as I finally closed my eyes and let sleep take over.

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hello5sosus-blog · 4 years

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The Story of Michael C. & Crystal L

It all started in 2015

When they kissed each other on new years eve

The connection was powerful

The fans were quaking

But they didn’t think much of it

A year passes by

It’s 2016

The relationship was blooming off the walls

Georgia

Southy

Soon came along

Michael and Crystal turned to 4

It’s 2017

The boys decided to breathe

Then we didn’t see them for a while

But they went to Bail for a couple weeks

and saw the beautiful sunsets

But Michael thought that she was prettier

Their love for each other grew so much

Not even a knife could rip it apart

Another year goes by

It’s 2018

And they took on the world again

We lost our Georgia

It was all too hard to bear

Their love became stronger than ever

(We miss you Georgia)

But things looked up

Youngblood became #1

Meet You There tour became a thing

Their hiatus was done by now

Did we think that this was a thing

The amazing shows they had, it didn’t feel the same

Without his one and only by his side

Months flew by

Tour is finally over

And another year down

It’s now here’s new years eve

They go back home

Visiting family

Showing their love again

It was all cute and sweet

Then it was 2019

Ashton has red hair

Calum has white hair too

Luke and Sierra disappear

but hey that's them that’s cool

@guess took the fam out to Bali

The coconuts and parties were crazy

Michael and Crystal's singing was my fav

It all started to connect

Only a few days are left

Till they all go back home

Michael decided to ask

Crystal will you marry, please say yes

Then we knew it was going to last

January 16 the world stopped

The love that we aren’t tired of seeing

Became stronger

Michael and Crystal against the world

I can’t believe my eyes

I’m shoooked, I almost cried

Congratulations

Michael and Crystal Clifford the ones who made the world become their bitch

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #michaelcliffored #calumhood #lukehemings #ashtonirwing #blurb #5sosblurb #5secondsofsummer #imagine5sos

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iridescentanachronism · 5 years

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calum + a coffeeshop run-in

Hello folks! I am back again to wreck havoc (by wreck havoc i mean write a mediocre at best + way too long oneshot LOL) so I hope no one minds! I am in love with Calum Hood so idk i thought i’d write this cute fluffy piece! This is an OC I might use her again, and the two don’t meet till the end but its very fluffy! If you’re not a fan of slow burn this probably isn’t the drabble for you. Anywho! Thank ya for the support on the last fic and constructive criticism is MORE than welcome!!! Love ya <3

WC: 1914

As the soft sunlight poured into the coffeehouse, she let a small smile grace her face; a steaming cafe au lait was sitting to the right of her favorite novel, It’s Kind of a Funny Story by Ned Vizzini. The warm brick walls were covered with blankets of thick ivy and the familiar barista sent her a wave as he grinned at her seat of choice. Every Saturday morning she, as gracefully as possible, plopped her bag down onto the corner table next to the large window, and proceeded to order the exact same thing as the week before. The habit had evolved into more of a tradition for her and the employees, and all parties involved looked forward to it every week. Of course, however, not everyone knew of her tradition. All of the regulars looked at her with familiarity, however, Calum Hood was not a regular.

He first spotted her on Saturday the third, he would never forget the date. After becoming overwhelmed with the stress of the studio he had popped out for a smoke and ended up in the cozy joint, not anticipating the beautiful girl humming in the corner. He noticed how the pages of her book had been dog-earred, spine worn, and the cover had shown marks that could only be a result of love. He noticed the way her thick brown hair laid perfectly over her shoulders, and the way her hazel eyes began to moisten while she read. He knew that he wasn’t the only person whose breath had been taken by the polished young woman. Whilst Calum took his time adoring the woman who he had deemed no less than an angel, the boys continued to work, and eventually his brief solace had to come to an end. After receiving his drink, he considered introducing himself, but he knew he didn’t have much time before his absence would go from being a mere annoyance to a menace, so he swore to go back on the next Saturday, hoping that her visit was a habit.

Calum had never felt as though the days passed by slowly, his schedule was always packed and the bassist had little time to dedicate to anything other than his craft. Typically, he would be grateful for the daily recording sessions, long days of interviews, and time to perfect his abilities; this week, however, Calum yearned for the time to pass more quickly. He busied himself with every possible task in an effort to distract himself from the memory of the woman who had entranced him. No, he didn’t believe in “love at first sight”, but he did know that he was drawn to this girl in a way he had never felt before. He had purchased a copy of the novel that she appeared to adore, and after starting it he had realized why her eyes misted at the cafe; it was a gut wrenching story of perseverance in its most raw form. After reading a few chapters, he proceeded to clean his kitchen, do a load of laundry, tune his bass, attempt to write, and make himself lunch, Calum had about had it. It was only eleven in the morning on Wednesday, how the hell was he supposed to last until Saturday? He allowed his mind to wander into a dangerous territory; he began to build a backstory for the beauty. He decided she must be a quiet introvert who preferred to go at her own pace than follow another's, that's why she spent her Saturday morning alone and in peace, rather than surrounded by friends or family.

After a long day of bussing tables, Theo unceremoniously threw herself onto the couch in the backroom. It had been a busy Friday night at the restaurant she worked at, a scene that she knew far too well from her years of working there. She allowed herself three minutes, no more and no less, to rest before her short trip home. She was simply so exhausted that even the drive to her home had seemed daunting. After her time-out had ended, she quickly wished a goodnight to her coworkers and walked to her car. She faced almost no traffic on her car ride home (as she had expected, as she clocked out at 11:03pm), and made her way into her cozy apartment. After saying hello to the attendant at the desk downstairs, she scurried up to the third floor to complete her nighttime routine and jump into her familiar bed. Before allowing herself to fade into sleep, she rolled over and made sure to set her alarm for nine; it was simply tradition that she made it to her coffeeshop before the eleven o’clock rush.

On Saturday morning Calum was buzzing with excitement. Duke’s “walk” appeared to be more of a speed walk today, and Calum’s shower was about five minutes shorter than usual; his hair routine, however? Roughly 15 minutes and approximately eight curses longer. He could not wrap his head around the gut feeling he had all week: the stunning girl would be back today, and Calum would approach her. The plan seemed simple enough, being that he had not made one yet. Calum, or “Cool Guy Cal” as he demanded people call him, thought he would be able to come up with a smooth one-liner as he approached the girl he could not get off his mind. He gave Duke a quick kiss on the head before grabbing his car keys, asking fate to give him this one chance with the girl he couldn’t forget.

Theo woke up well before her alarm, she set it every Friday night hoping that her work sleep schedule would magically wear off and she would be able to sleep past six, but her plan never worked. She padded around her apartment in her ex’s large tee shirt and fed her goldfish, Samuel, while affectionately murmuring that he was the best choice she’d ever made. She tidied up the house and began her morning routine, brushing her teeth, washing her face, and pulling her unlawful curls out of her eyes with a few clips. She sighed at the dark circles underneath her eyelids, but hadn’t thought enough about them to bother with makeup. She grabbed her day bag, untouched from the week before, and happily trotted out of her complex. The walk to the cafe had always been her favorite part of her trips, the birds chirping and the bright sun spreading across her skin could turn any day into a good one. Her green maxi skirt brushed along her legs as she confidently strutted down the same route she took every Saturday morning. She walked with her shoulders back and head held high; unknowingly carrying an aura of professionalism and class. The young woman hadn’t realized that she appeared so poised before she moved to the Golden State. Far more people than she could count had complimented her for her stature since she moved, and she had just about had it with strangers approaching to compliment her “vibe”. During her tenure in Los Angeles, Theo had realized that everything here was curated to be seen by others. Simply, in LA people believed that every aspect of one’s life was meant to be on display, and therefore, little things like one’s strut down the street and the amount of rings on their hand translated to their worth and opinions. She continued her trot down the road, ignoring the looks being sent her way and instead focusing on the cafe au lait and comforting text that she knew awaited her.

Before Calum left his car, he made sure to triple check his appearance. He wore what he believed to be his best shirt (Ashton agreed with him, so he knew it wasn’t a mistake), left his curls a little messy, and made sure he had absolutely nothing in his teeth, despite the fact that he hadn’t yet consumed anything. He jumped out of the car and walked briskly to the ivy covered walls, a warm feeling began to spread in his chest as he swung open the doors and glanced around the cafe. The feeling dissipated quickly when he realized that the girl he had ventured out for was, in fact, not there. He ordered his drink of choice and sat at a table near a window before huffing in frustration, but he had nothing to lose at this point, so once his number was called he rose to pick up his drink and enjoy the serene cafe he had found himself in.

The little bell jingled above Theo’s head as she walked into the place she had grown so familiar with, her face still felt hot from the merciless Los Angeles summer she had walked through, and it was her absolute favorite feeling. The long skirt fluttered around her calves as she walked up to the counter to say hello to the baristas that she now called her friends, and they began working on her drink without even asking what she would like. She went to take her usual place in the secluded corner by the window, and while walking over noticed a breathtaking man sitting two tables away from her spot. Her breath hitched in her throat and she shot him a soft smile as she took her rightful place.

My God. I could wake up to that smile everyday. Calum thought to himself in awe. He quickly curved up the sides of his mouth to send her (what he hoped was) a sweet grin in return. He quickly shook the previous thought out of his head, knowing it was more than irrational and inappropriate since he had yet to even learn the girls name. He watched as the man who took his order walked over to her table with a bemused smile, they chatted briefly and it became quite obvious to Cal that his hunch had been correct, she does come here every Saturday morning. Zach, the barista, had left her table with a laugh and returned with a big mug. After straining to hear Calum heard the girl release a melodic giggle paired with a genuine thank you for the server. Zach mockingly bowed to her and said, with an exaggerated wink, “anything for you, Princess Theo”. Ignoring the spark of jealousy that ignited when Calum heard the pet name, he felt more gratitude for Zach than he could ever imagine. Theo. Theo fit the young woman perfectly; a greek name meaning “divine gift”. With this newfound information Calum felt the surge of confidence he needed, he approached the table in the corner with a bit of nerves in his tummy.

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Calum, I was just wondering if this seat is taken?” He wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, but Calum may have thickened his accent a bit in an effort to woo the girl. She already had him wrapped around her finger, at this point he needed every advantage he could get. He watched in adoration as her face flushed bright pink, and she sputtered out a greeting of her own, “Oh! Um- hi I’m Theo it’s nice to meet you as well, no-no, the seat isn’t taken.” From the second that Calum slid into the chair across from her, Theo knew he would be nothing but trouble, and in the years to follow she would learn that while he was troublesome, he was so much more.

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banghood · 5 years

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Imagine 5sos in México again...

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yourxheart · 5 years

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hey everyone!! i have been writing a lil sum sum based on ashton and calum sending texts to a random girl (sounds cliche but i promise its not!) would you guys like it in fake text form, like the old skool days of this blog or in writing form with like things happening in their lives separate from the texts? does that even make sense? idk. anyway i would rlly appreciate u guys letting me know!

#5sos #5sosfaketexts #ashton irwin #calum hood #5sosblurb #5sosfanfic

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lukeysgirl · 7 years

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Can you do a blurb where y/n suprises calum at the hotel hes staying at, and shes just laying in the bed wearing just one of his shirtw

yes i can babes x

so i m a g i n e just sitting at the center edge of the King-sized bed in the dark. You got it especially done with specific egg-white sheets and rose petals sprawled all about it. You had flown very long hours from home to surprise your baby with yourself present in his hotel. You knew Calum was having a rough time, what with the tour being back on and attempting to get out of his vacation mode. So you had made a few calls with the other boys and here you were in his suite.

“…Ah man, see you guys in a sec,” Calum’s voice quickly sounded through the door, having you sit up anxiously as the key card beeped in confirmation and the door quickly flung open. Calum obliviously turned on the lights and closed the door, only walking a few steps in before his chocolate eyes landed on your entity and widened. “Oh shit!” Calum exclaimed, flinching at first before his shoulders eased and his eyes were suddenly more brilliant.

“Hi, baby,” you hummed, standing up to present yourself fully to the boy, having his eyes scan you up and down.

��O-oh, shit,” he struggled out, his bottom pump lip hanging as he stared at you. You had went through his luggage and discarded all of your clothing off your body to select one of his shirts. And, of course, you chose the Maine shirt, the navy blue shirt complimenting your body lovingly. It was barely snug, hanging loosely as it was much too large for you. “Y/N, d-don’t tell me…”

Your hands crawled down your body to the hem of the shirt, raising it up to display your bare lower body to your astonished boyfriend. “Mhm,” you hummed, watching Calum’s cheek flare up in a rouge tint as his calloused, throbbing fingers began to twitch with desire. You knew he wanted to just grab you, but he wanted your consent. So you brought your arms up, making you open and mumbled, “come and get it, baby boy.”

Immediately, Calum lunged at you, his jawline sharp and tense as his large hands gripped your waist. You could feel his fingertips dent into your flesh, definitely prepared to cause bruises as he pressed his forehead against yours. “What’s my beautiful ray of sunshine doing here?” Calum whispered curiously, his brown eyes wide and gleaming as he heavily breathed upon your lips. You could feel his curls tickling your forehead but didn’t react as you were too preoccupied with the feeling burning in your chest over your boyfriend in the flesh.

“Missed you,” you admitted easily. “Wanted to see my baby– heard he’s been a little stressed out.” He looked at you– God, which such a stare that could make it rain over droughts and keep the glaciers from melting.

“How’re you real?” Calum breathed, pulling you close to press your body against his board-like one, “how’re you real and so completely mine?” Keep it rhetorical, Calum quickly smashed his lips on yours and allowed his hands to crawl down your bare ass, more than prepared to fuck you in just his shirt alone.

im on fire, jesus

#5sosblurbs #5sosblurb #5sos blurbs #5sos blurb #5sos #5sosfam #5sauce #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #calum hood smut #calum hood blurb #calum hood blurb s #calum hood 5sos #xo

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fvscndsfsxmmr-blog · 6 years

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Showering with Calum

•him constantly touching you. Especially your butt

•"Y/N, wanna have shower sex?"

•"Calum, we already had sex today. About 3 times at 3 different locations."

•"aaaand?"

•him giving you small love bites cause he knows how fuck you up(ಠ‿ಠ)

•you want to shave his legs

•"no y/n you are definitely not shaving my legs"

•"ok. Then you won't get any cuddles, sex, kisses or anything else. Foooor 4 days."

•"pfff 'm gonna survive this."

•at he end you shave his legs anyways

•singing together

•JUST BEING UNDER THE SHOWER WITH CALUM

#5sos #ashton 5sos #luke 5sos #michael 5sos #calum 5sos #calumhoodblurb #calumhoodimagination #calumhood #5sosblurb #5sosimagination

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actuai5s0simagine-blog · 7 years

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You get mobbed (2/4) *luke and ashton*

Luke: You and Luke had been secretly dating for about 6 months, he had finally posted about you, after you both had talked about it, and the fans went nuts, You got some hate, it wasn’t surprising, and it died down after a while. Luke was leaving to fly back home for a few weeks, so you had taken him to the airport. You were amazed to find a whole crowd of fans waiting in the airport, which they immediately crowded around you both. It slightly overwhelmed you until they started to grab at your sleeve to push you away. They scratched you, pushed you down, and stepped on your hand, making you yelp. Luke’s head shot in the direction and he tried to calm the fans. “Guys, stop!!” His voice echoed in the airport. The fans immediately quieted and stepped away as Luke knelt down by you and held you. He asked a million times of you were okay before his flight was called. He kissed you and you shared ‘I love you’s as he left.

Ashton: You decided to surprise Ashton at his Madison Square Garden show, which he was very nervous for. You got through the airport easily, but then you got to the hotel. Thousands of fans had crowded you and screamed, hugged, and pushed you around. Your chest and throat felt tight, and you felt tears prick your eyes. The boys had heard the screaming and looked out the window as Ashton saw your hair you had just dyed on Skype with him the night before. His eyes widened as he screamed your name, running out to the stairs, sprinting out. He tried to get through, but fans mobbed him too. He pushed through and got to you, wrapping his strong arms around you. He soothed you, as the fans walked away, feeling guilty. You sobbed and stood straight, frozen. He brought you inside and laid with you as you calmed down.

#5sos #5sosimagine #5sosblurb #5sosmob #5secondsofsummer #love #slfl #rowso #rowyso #sgfg #pastel #romance

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shittyfandomimagines · 5 years

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ocean eyes (l.h)

Word count: 1,868

Angst galore based off of ocean eyes (Billie Eilish)

GIF creds to owner,

Blue. I never was one to fall for that color of eyes, I was always fascinated by hazel eyes or brown eyes, something about the way light hit them. They held so many layers of beauty but then I saw his eyes, the ocean blue eyes that made me melt in a whole new way.

I hated those eyes though, only sometimes though. They made me angry when they held nothing but anger like they are right now. I can only see hostility and annoyance instead of the usual serenity and fun, I didn’t like it.

“Luke, I just want to talk about this, please.” I bit onto my lip harshly, I felt so weak under his stare. “You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to, I’m not forcing you to stay. I’m not going to beg you to be a supporter in my life if you don’t want to.” He snaps and I felt tears pool into my eyes as he just stared into mine blankly.

“I don’t want to lose you, I just don’t know why you can’t spend more time with me. I just wanted to ask you to be home more and support me for a change. You just party or have sessions with the boys, I want you to be happy and successful, but what about me?” My lips quivered as I tried not to let my voice waver.

“What about you? You live like a fucking happy and successful person too! You don’t have to pay for much and you get to stay in a fucking mansion in Los Angeles! I do a lot for you and I don’t have to, what else do you need from me?”

“I only needed you, needed you home maybe. Needed your comfort when you decided to stay at Calum’s house instead so you could finish a riff. Or when I had a cold and you didn’t even want to be near a sick person so you stayed in a hotel. I guess I’m just conceded and needed you.” I stared back into his eyes with just as much anger. I didn’t like looking at him when I was angry, it was like I lost a little love when I did.

“I guess you are just conceded.” He picked his keys up from the bar and made his way to the door. “If you walk out Luke, then it’s done. I’ll be gone too and I won’t be back.” I yelled when his hand met the handle.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.” He yelled back before walking out of the door, he slammed it shut to the point where I jumped at the rattling of the picture frames. One hit the floor and glass shattered, I walked around the bar to investigate which picture it was. I knew the frame was in the shape of dog paws and it must’ve been the one of Petunia, Luke, and I when we first moved in. Easier times.

I pick up the glass to ensure Petunias safety, hers mattered more than mine. “Do you think he still loves me, Piggy?” I pet her soft skin and she whines a little. I had tears hitting her skin when I hugged her, my heart broke as she whined more, I knew she missed Luke too.

I made my way upstairs and to our designated storage room, I wanted nothing more to drag my suitcase out of the closet but I couldn’t. So instead I drug the shoebox of pictures out of the cabinet, at least I could look back at better times.

I flipped through some, most of them so far had been out individual pictures of our childhood. I found the 5sos pictures of their first venue and I smiled at the fetus look, my heart warmed because of their success, something I’d always support of Luke.

I flipped through different ones until I found our first picture from their whole family gathering, the Hemmings Barbecue Party, something they had every year and I was invited when we had been together around 5 months. I had known his immediate family for so long but to get to see his cousins and aunts was so fun.

I remember them swimming in the backyard, he had come out of the water and his cousin joked about how his eyes almost matched the color of the pool. His baby cousin saying mine matched the grass instead. Oh, how those eyes hurt you.

“Piggy, you would love Australia.” I rub her eyes and I put the picture back, I turn over a few more individual pictures before getting to the day we first moved in here. I remember looking into those eyes as he kissed my cheeks softly, he was grinning ear to ear with the happiness of being here with Piggy and me.

A teardrop hit the picture slowly, my eyes heavier and heart sadder than it has been in forever. I wiped it off the picture with my shirt, I had to put the box up before I had a mental breakdown.

I wonder if I’d ever make him as happy as I did when we first moved into this house or even when we confessed our love to each other while being drunk off our asses. I didn’t think love was real until I looked into the depths of his eyes as he said it, we were holding hands as we were about to exit out of the car for an award show, he was nervous and shaky. He said it with fear and hope, his eyes twinkled when they made my happy ones, oh to be back to that day.

I finally grab the suitcase when my heart decided it was time to pack up, it was just too far along to replace all of the hurt. Too many slammed doors and raised voices. Too many jumps without being caught, knowing I had a fear of falling.

I fold my favorite comfy clothes into the suitcase as I knew I wouldn’t need fancy clothes during this type of heartache.

Once all of my sweat pants and tops were folded neatly, I zipped up the bag and put the wheels onto the floor. Piggy and I made our way downstairs to the kitchen, I pulled out a puppy pad and filled up both of her bowls.

“Petunia, I love you more than life itself. I’m going to miss and I’ll text your daddy that you’re home alone. I don’t want you starving or peeing everywhere. You’re amazing.” I kiss all over her face and I heard her whines, I knew her doggy intuitions we’re kicking in. Something is wrong. Very wrong.

I turned the main lights off as I made my way to the door, leaving a note by the key holder. I always left the lamps on for Luke to have a path whenever he came home, or if he even would come home. The note explained that I was out of his hair and that there wasn’t an apparent reason to fight for me anymore. I wasn’t worthy of a fight anyways.

Just as my hand went to reach the handle when it started to turn on its own, Luke’s lanky body busted through the door, my face only an inch from getting the shit knocked out of it.

I tried to bypass by him with my suitcase, but he yanked it out of my hands. “Where are going?” He asks and I laugh. “I told you it was the last time Luke, I’m leaving.” I surprisingly stood my ground.

“Not without a fight from me.” He crossed his arms, I took that opportunity to yank my suitcase back. “A fight is what got us here, so I’m leaving Luke. I fed Piggy and I’m headed out now. I’ll come back for any other items of mine.” I open the door once again and he slammed it shut. He took my suitcase from my hand, walked to the living room and dumped its contents onto the couch, and then walked back to me. “Luke! You’re being fucking childish.” I push his chest and move past him to my now dumped clothes.

“You’re the one leaving!” He yells back and I found myself laughing at that. “You fucking walked out when I told you I would leave if you did!” I screamed and he slumped slightly. “But I didn’t even leave the driveway! So technically I didn’t leave the house completely. I saw you turn the lights off but leave the lamps on, so I figured you were going to bed. I didn’t want you going to sleep angry so I came in to talk to you.” He was crossing his arms and huffing loudly.

“You’re not going to miss much when I’m gone, just a punching bag really.” I folded the things neatly, I was beyond annoyed and above hurt. “You’re not my punching bag.” He uncrosses his arms and I stop my movements abruptly.

When I finally look up at him I saw the tears in those ocean eyes, the ones who hurt me the most earlier. “The way you so effortlessly hurt me, looked me in the eyes knowing I was going to cry as you told me I was conceded. You walked out of that door knowing I wanted to leave and you didn’t stop there. You’re done using me.” I start to stack the clothes back into the suitcase.

“I do use you and I can’t even deny that. I don’t use you as a punching bag but I use you as a crutch, friend, lover, roommate, potential wife, and everything I need. You are my life and I know I’ve been an ass but I still love you.”

“Sorries don’t fix my sorrows, Luke. You ask me to jump and I say how high, well once you come up you only have a straight way down and you know I have a fear of falling. I fell for you and fall for you every day yet I actually thought you’d catch me. I’m done, Luke. I’m done jumping.” I zip the case up and stick it on the ground.

“I don’t want you to leave, I said hurtful things but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore. You’re my girlfriend and I’m beyond in love with you. I can’t lose you.” He was bawling at this point, I hated that I wanted to punch myself for making those pretty blue eyes cry. Then again, he deserved the pain I’ve felt for a while now.

“I need space.”

I walk past him and out to my car, I couldn’t handle looking into those ocean eyes. They were more than just a color, they were a current. They were the waves crashing on the shore, showing the serenity of the oceans natural power. They held all the love and emotion for humans to see. They were riptides that sucked you up when you were trying to have fun, they fight to get to shore and to breath on your own. They weren’t a color, they were a force of earths control.

#5sos #5sos preference #luke hemmings preference #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings blurb #luke hemmings angst #luke hemmings fluff #luke hemmings masterlist #luke hemmings #5sos blurb #5sos imagines #5sos masterlist #5soswriting #5sosblurbs #5sosfandom #5sosimagines #angst

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vipclifford · 4 years

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the lingering gazes and shy smiles had been going on for weeks. months even. you’d nervously utter a “hello” back whenever calum greeted you in the hallways, returned his happy nods when you crossed him on the packed stairs, and ignored the evident blush that sat upon your cheeks whenever you sat beside him in study. michael sometimes sat between the two of you because he loved to watch you silently suffer, a devilish grin on his lips as he watched you hide your annoyance. all you really wanted was to spend time with calum. you saw him mainly in groups, cheesy smiles on your faces as you’d pull away occasionally from the conversation to flirt a little bit. but the second you two were left alone every single topic of conversation completely left your mind. you were too nervous to talk to him. “i don’t even like him anymore,” you’d tell your friends every other week because you so desperately wanted to get over the boy with a smile that warmed your insides like sunshine. the boy who you’d jokingly argue with just to talk to him, just to have his attention. the boy who teased you when you were wrong until your cheeks hurt from grinning. “hey, y/n,” calum said one day, catching up to you as you walked to your next lesson. you returned his greeting with a smile, slowing down so he could match your pace. “i heard through the great vine that mcdonald’s is closing tomorrow because of corona,” he told you, a nervous hand running through his brown locks. “i know, everything’s shutting down tomorrow,” you replied with a nod, holding the door open for him so he could walk through. calum was now stood in front of you, walking backwards so he didn’t stop the flow of people rushing to lesson. “do you want to do the socially irresponsible thing and go?” his expression was nothing but nervous as he waited for your response, a small smile on his lips. your hands felt clammy and your cheeks felt hot and your tummy felt fuzzy and your chest felt warm and all you could do was nod your head yes, trying to act as calm and nonchalant as possible, though your bright grin gave you away. “yeah, okay.” “cool, i’ll text you later,” calum said happily as you reached the door to your next lesson, waving a goodbye before turning around to walk away. you watched him for a few seconds, fingers tingling with excitement for your somewhat rebellious date.

#this is based on texts from my crush #the day before lockdown #we didnt end up going #calum hood blurb #calum hood one shot #calum hood blurbs #calum hood one shots #5sos #calum hood #calumblurb #5sos blurb #5sos blurbs #5sosblurb #5sos one shots #5sos one shot

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