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devil's in the details pt.3

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Who be writing them 5sos fanfics cause I have requests out the ass🧍🏻‍♀️

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ur camera roll if ashton was ur boyfriend ❥

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smiley luke:)

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When I’m looking through the “x reader” tag, and even the TITLE SAYS “character x reader”, but when I start to read the fic it says “you have blonde hair, blue eyes, and your name is Hannah.”

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I just wanna hold his hand and take him on dates

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The danger gets me high, and I can't help myself

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Innocent Smiles

Pairing: Calum Hood x GN!Reader

Summary: you prank Calum by refusing to say 'I love you' before he goes to the studio

Warnings: none

Word Count: 359

Minors DNI

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“Alright, honey, I’m heading out.” Calum said, slipping on his shoes by the door.  

“Okay.” You responded simply, not looking up from your phone. You were hiding your smirk as best you could, but if Calum looked at you, he’d probably be able to see it.  

“Pizza for dinner?” He asked, walking over to you.  

You turned your smirk into a smile as you looked up at him.  

“Of course.” You said.  

He leaned down, connecting your lips for a few short seconds. Your hand moved to cup the side of his face, desperate to keep him there for just a little longer.  

He smiled against you, whispering “I love you” against your lips.  

When you hummed, he pulled back to look at you, smile still on his lips.  

“I love you.” He repeated. 

“I know.” You said back, smiling innocently up at him.  

His eyebrows furrowed as his smile faltered for a moment.  

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” He asked you.  

“What? No!” A laugh spilled out of your lips.  

“Okay. I love you.” He repeated, again.  

The smirk on your face gave you away, and the look on Calum’s face almost made you fold.  

“Really? This is what we’re doing?” 

“Mhm.” You hummed.  

A smirk of his own graced his lips as he leaned back down, less than an inch away from your face.  

“If that’s how you want to be, I guess I’ll just have to do the same.” 

He stood up, walking away from you towards the door. Your confident smirk dipped a little at the thought of Calum leaving without truly telling him you loved him.  

Within seconds, you were up off the couch, quickly walking over to him. Your hold on his wrist stopped him, and he turned his head to look at you.  

The genuine sadness on your face made him fully turn to face you.  

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, honey.” He said, pulling you into him.  

“I’m sorry.” You said, looking up into his eyes.  

“I know.” He said.  

“I love you.” You said quietly. “A lot.” 

He leaned down, connecting your lips once again.  

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”  

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Tell me your thoughts! Thank you for reading :)

[5sosog]

calum thomas hood

cw: soft/fluffy calum!

kiss me.

"you look so beautiful right now"

your eyebrows knitted together as you looked down at yourself, "cal, baby, i'm just in a towel" you giggle, raising your head back up, watching as he approaches you from outside the bathroom door, with a smirk plastered on his lips.

he hums as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. you let your hands rest on his tattooed biceps before looking up into his eyes.

"kiss me then" you giggle as notice calum's brown eyes flicker between your eyes and lips.

"don't have to tell me twice, love" he mumbles before placing his lips on mine, lingering a slow yet teasing kiss.

he smiles against your lips before running his tongue against your bottom lip. you part your lips slightly, allowing his tongue access, but he pulls back, looking down at you.

"what's wrong?" you ask, letting your hands travel up to his cheeks, cupping both sides. "nothing" he hums. "everything is perfect, love" he smiles.

he bends down slightly, letting his hand fall to the back of your thighs, lifting you up on to the bathroom counter. he inserts himself in between your legs.

"i got so fucking lucky" he coos as he tucks a strand of your hair behind you ear. you look down at your lap as you feel your cheeks turn to a deep red color.

"no baby, look at me" his voice is soft as he hooks a finger under your chin, lifting your face back to where it was.

"my beautiful baby" calum coos as he lets his lips fall to your collarbone purposely as he knows that's your weak spot. his hands rest on your thighs, squeezing them with every kiss you lays on you.

he raises his head once he hears a small moan exit your mouth. he places his lips back onto yours, this time more hungrier. he pulls you closer with every kiss, one of his hands on the back of your neck, helping you keep your balance as the two of you made out heavily.

you eventually pull yourself back for air, your lips still grazed as the two of you rest your foreheads on one another.

"you make me feel like a teenage boy again" calum chuckles as he hides his face in your neck, placing small kisses in the crook of your neck.

"mhm i''ve never noticed" you joke before placing a kiss to his head. you feel calum let out a small laugh against your skin.

"i should let you get dressed" calum frowns as he pulls away from you, he let's his eyes glance over your body one last time before slowly backing away. "you're so cute" you giggle as you shake your head.

"that i am" he winks from the bathroom door frame. you blow him a kiss before he pretended to catch it, "don't take too long, i miss you already" he frowns before leaving from the door frame.

you chuckle to yourself as you grab the outfit you laid on the counter, which you set there before your shower. you quickly changed into the outfit, which simply consisted of one of calum's graphic tees.

after changing, you made your way into your shared bedroom. you notice calum and duke spread across the bed, calum tugging lightly on the toy duke held in his mouth.

you watch and giggle at the two of them before walking around to your side of the bed, slipping under the duvet.

duke, instantly acknowledging you, came running over to you, his tail wagging whilst his tongue extended to your face, licking your chin.

"momma's boy," calum sighed as he observed the two of you, resting his back against the headboard.

you giggle at calums remark before peppering kisses all over duke's face, "hi baby" you coo, finishing with a kiss to his nose.

you place duke beside you as you snuggle into calum's side. you let your hand run up and down his bare chest.

"miss me" you ask, looking up at him through your eyelashes. "always do" he smiles, placing a kiss on your head

"nice t-shirt baby" calum points out. "thank you, it's my boyfriend, he's into his fashion" you joke. calum hums in response, "what else is he into?" calum asks, playing along.

"me" you wink, you observe calum holding in a laugh, "okay, that was good" he grins you look up at calum, giving him a lazy smile before letting your head nuzzle into his chest.

"ï'm tired" you announce. "can you sing me a song to fall asleep to?" you ask with a cheeky smile plastered on your lips, batting your eyelashes at him.

"always, my love" he coos as he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing the small of your back softly.

he starts singing the first verse of 'gotta get out' looking down at you, his lips in a smile as he sings to you.

you watch the words flow out his mouth as you dart your eyes between his mouth and his eyes, as he did in the bathroom before. you hear calum chuckling, making you come out of your trance,

"go on then, kiss me"

a/n: this is a reupload from my old account! ♡

[5sosog]

Rainy Days

pairing; calum hood x reader

word count; 1,120

summary; calum and reader spend a rainy day together.

a/n; I AM BACK ! feel free to let me know what you think in an ask, hope you love it.

You used to dislike the rain. When you first moved to LA you were excited for the sunshine. That changed when you met Calum.

His chaotic schedule and your long workdays left little quality time for the two of you. So the two of you had decided that rainy days, rare as they are, were spent at home.

When you saw the forecast for this weekend the two of you cleared your schedules.

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The feeling of soft kisses being pressed to the back of your neck and shoulder woke you up slowly. You sighed softly, relishing in the affection.

“Good morning beautiful.” Calum leaned over, kissing your lips.

You smile softly as your lips brush before he pulls away.

“Morning Cal” you speak softly, moving to lay your head on his chest.

Between the rain tapping against the window and Calum’s hand rubbing small circles into your back. You fall back asleep.

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The next time you wake up, the bed is empty. The rain is still pouring and for a moment you think you dreamt of waking up next to Calum. Until you spot him in the doorway of your bedroom.

You notice he must’ve just recently woken back up. His curls are still messy, a sleepy look is still in his eyes, and whatever he had gotten up for evidently didn’t require a shirt.

“Where were you?” You asked, still barely awake.

Calum moves quickly to get back in bed, wrapping you in his arms before speaking. “I had to take Duke out, sweets.”

You tilt your head up, a slight pout on your lips before Calum kisses you slowly. The two of you stay like that for a few minutes, before he pulls away.

“I ordered us breakfast from that little place you like… figured you’d be hungry when you woke up.”

”You know me so well.” You press another kiss to his lips.

The two of you lay together, enjoying each other’s company. His hand drops to your hip, squeezing it before letting his hand travel across any exposed skin.

You brush his curls out of his face but a knock at the door causes him to pull away. You quickly take off his hoodie that you’re wearing and toss it at him as he rushes toward the door.

A few minutes later, he returns with coffee and breakfast for the both of you. Duke slowly pads through the hallway, following him. You help him up onto the bed as Calum passes your container to you.

You share a few pieces of bacon with Duke and the three of you share breakfast. Calum gasps in fake offense as you steal a piece of his food and you laugh, feeling your heart swell as he smiles at you.

As the two of you finish up, you offer to discard your containers. Calum comes with you because he insists on getting more coffee.

Duke lays down in his bed in the living room, watching as the two of you work in the kitchen. As Calum refills the pot you wrap your arms around him from behind.

“Baby?” He turns around and kisses your forehead.

“Just lovin’ on you.” You kiss his neck before pressing your face against his back.

The two of you stay like that until the coffee finishes. Calum refills both of your mugs as the two of you move to the living room. He puts a record on as you lay on the couch.

You pick up a book that you started a few months ago but hadn’t had the time to finish. Before you could turn a page, Calum flopped down on top of you, his head pressed against your ribs.

Your hand instinctively moved to play with his hair, as you began reading. Calum scrolled through Twitter, with one of his hands on your thigh.

This was one of the best parts of your relationship. Silences were never uncomfortable or awkward but peaceful. You could both do your own thing and enjoy each other’s presence because it was all you needed.

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Later that night, you joined Calum in the kitchen. He insisted on cooking dinner for you so you sat on the kitchen counter watching him.

You had found a new pasta dish online so he said he’d make it for you. This was one of his favorite ways to show his love for you.

Even with his work taking him away from you some nights, he did his best to leave something in the fridge for you when you got home from work.

He hands you a drink before standing between your legs, his hands resting on your waist.

“It should be almost done.”

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to help?” As much as you loved Calum cooking for you, you liked to be useful.

“You just sit there and look pretty.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek before moving to finish up dinner.

The rain slowed down since this morning so you opt to eat dinner on the porch.

“What do you think love?” Calum watches as you take a bite.

“I think I need to keep you around. Seriously though Cal, it’s great.”

“Oh, so you’re just keeping me around 'cause I cook?” He sounds serious, but you know he’s joking.

“Mhm.. I’m really sorry you had to find out that way.” You couldn’t help but laugh as he started too.

The conversation continued throughout your dinner as well as when you went to the kitchen to do the dishes.

Even the most mundane tasks were enjoyable with Calum around.

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After a shower, both of you head back to bed. You were in his t-shirt, which he always loved, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

You turned off the lights, leaving the door open for when Duke eventually joins the both of you in bed.

As you get under the comforter Calum wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

“I’m glad we had today baby, I know I’ve been at the studio a lot.”

“Me too, we have tomorrow too though love. Let’s not talk about work.” You sigh knowing this weekend would likely be the last time the two of you get quality time together before they finish the new album.

He nods in agreement, pulling you close. You smile softly to yourself as you feel the rain start again and Duke lying down at the end of the bed.

As you feel your eyes get heavy, Calum kisses your cheek, and you vaguely hear him say good night to you before you’re asleep.

Both of you sleep well that night, with the promise of another rainy day tomorrow.

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let me sleep - lrh

summary: luke’s snoring and blanket stealing has kept you awake all night. he tries to make it better when he realises.

an: happy valentine’s day! i used quite a few prompts from this list so i hope you enjoy it:)

word count: ~950

pairings: luke hemmings x genderneutral!reader

warnings: none really, just fluff and wearing someone else clothes

feedback + constructive criticism appreciated, requests are open

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You had a terrible sleep - you'd just woken up and you already felt dreadful. Luke had spent the whole night hogging the blankets and pressing his icy feet against your legs - no matter how far you moved away, they seemed to drift back to you.

He fell asleep a lot quicker than you, and the first time he tugged the blankets off of you, you took them back rather easily. But the more it happened, the harder it was to get any for yourself.

After multiple failed hours of sleep, you were sick of it. You went down stairs and stole the two blankets off the sofa and brought them back to bed. You wrapped them around you, folding the corners into your chest so Luke had no way of stealing it. And you finally managed to sleep.

You woke up an hour later to your whole body frozen. Luke had wrapped himself in both the duvet and the blankets, leaving one leg stuck out which happened to be pressed against yours. He was snoring incredibly loudly which irritated you more and more. You began trying to lift just one of the blankets away from him to no avail. He was wrapped in them so tightly; you didn't understand how he wasn't overheating.

After that, you couldn't sleep whatsoever. You gone and borrowed one of Luke's hoodies, and a pair of his joggers, from his wardrobe yet the cold was still numbing. You'd be able to slip your feet and a small portion of one of your legs under the duvet which gave you a little comfort until Luke's legs found them and froze them again. He wasn't ill so you had no idea how he could feel so cold.

You tricked yourself into falling asleep not long later but it felt like minutes until Luke was waking you up again. He'd wanted to get up early because he knew this weekend, you'd promised each other to spend as much time with the other as possible. However, you made him swear he wouldn't get you up too early as you'd never been much of a morning person.

He'd woken you up rather nicely, shaking you a little, then pressing kisses all around your face. As sweet as that was, you were having none of it - you turned around and spoke, "piss off."

Luke was slightly taken aback, but figured you'd just had a bad sleep. He tried to latch onto your waist and wrap his arms around you but you just pushed him off and grabbed the duvet. If you couldn't sleep last night, you were going to make it up now and not let Luke distract you.

"You okay, angel? Did you not sleep okay?" His hand was on your head, trying to comfort you without annoying you.

As much as you liked talking to him, you'd wake yourself up and have no chance at sleeping again if you did. You tried to murmur something back - with was unintelligible to both you and Luke. Instead, you answered him again, "no, let me sleep."

Luke could tell you were not happy and needed this so he just carried on trying to comfort you. Nothing was working; you still couldn't sleep and had spent the last five minutes wriggling around trying to find a comfy position.

You felt Luke move away from behind you and figured he must've been bothered by the squirming around. Instead he gently flipped you around and placed your head on his chest.

As usual, he knew exactly what you needed and you felt a lot more comfortable, "you're so cute when you're irritable and sleepy."

You chose to ignore him, "you're so warm. How are you so warm? You were so cold earlier."

You felt him chuckle against you, pausing to wrap his arms more tightly around you. You moved your hands under his shirt, letting them rest on his stomach and steal his heat.

"Are you wearing my clothes? I swear you weren't wearing them when we went to bed." He moved his hands to your shoulders, gently massaging them, keeping you relaxed.

"You spent the whole night hogging the blankets and duvet, snoring in my ear, and pressing your frozen feet into me, I think this is the least you can do."

He kept one hand on your shoulders whilst letting the other one move up and down your back. "m'not complaining, you look very pretty in my clothes. And I'm sorry about that, angel, I didn't mean to, let me make it up now, yeah?"

You nodded, trying to relax yourself again, cuddling into him more and more. Luke hadn't once removed his eyes from you. He was looking down at you fondly the whole time, trying his best to make sure you're okay. He was grinning slightly at the sight of you - he was so grateful to wake up with someone like you and wanted you to spend every moment tucked in his arms.

"Will you sing to me, Lu? Anything you'd like."

He gripped you tighter, moving one of his hands to intertwine with yours. He pressed a kiss to it, then placed another on your head, pausing for a moment to remember it, "of course i will."

You were mostly asleep already, so when he began to sing something you didn't recognise, but had a feeling Luke wrote, you fell asleep almost instantly, His voice was so soothing you wanted to listen to it forever. No matter how hard you wanted to keep listening, you fell asleep, the last thing you remember being another kiss to your face, an, "I love you, sweetheart," and the end of the song.

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feedback + constructive criticism welcomes, requests are open

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lullaby & goodnight. ⌇ lrh.

A/N: i have a soft spot for dad!au’s & the idea of luke being a father makes me super soft, so i wanted to indulge in my silly little fantasies.

summary: in which, your daughter is having a hard time falling asleep & luke knows exactly how to center her.

word count: 1,000+ words.

“Ollie, baby, please–”

“No.” The young girl pouts, arms crossed over her chest with her favorite plush toy held in the grip of her tiny fingers. “No, no, no!”

“Ophelia, you need to sleep. How else will you have the energy to hang out with Daddy tomorrow?” A rhetorical question, yet you hope your five-year-old has the understanding and sense to answer it; Ophelia was incredibly smart for her age and seemed to be quite mature, however, she was a child and children will do as they please, no matter how old of a soul they already seem to be. 

The tiny blonde shakes her head dramatically before looking away from you. At this point, you’re ready to admit defeat and let her stay up for as long as she wants, or at least, until she tires herself out doing whatever it was that she wanted to do. However, you wanted to sleep and your husband was in your home studio, finishing up a tune that he’d been working on for days, so grabbing him to help with your stubborn daughter was, in your mind, out of the question. You couldn’t leave her unattended, you’d feel like a shitty mother if you did and Ollie was too young to be on her own. 

“Is there anything I can do to help you fall asleep?” You inquire, eyebrows knit together in hopes that there was a solution to this scenario. You’re met with large, doe-like eyes, the hue of them a replica of your own. Your daughter’s gaze is innocent, yet a hint of mischief lies in the depths of her irises. 

“No, but Daddy can.” 

Of course. Ophelia was a Daddy’s girl, through and through. She and Luke shared a bond unlike one you’ve ever encountered and had each other wrapped around their fingers. Whenever you three had family outings, there were moments where you felt like you were third wheeling; it was simply your husband and your daughter’s world and you were just living in it – happily, obviously. You don’t think you’d have it any other way. Sharing life with the two of them was one of the greatest gifts you’d ever received. 

“Ol, Daddy’s busy right now.”

Ophelia wasn’t having it. She would not take ‘no’ for an answer, “I can wait for him!”

You blink twice, unsure of what to say to the child in front of you. The sound of a door opening and closing gains your attention, footsteps getting louder as they come down the hall and stop. 

Luke pokes his head into the dimly lit bedroom your daughter occupies, a gentle, tired smile on his face. “Ladies,” He greets the both of you, “everything okay in here?” he adds, eyebrows raising slightly. 

“Ollie is having a bit of trouble getting to bed.” You reply, your gaze averting from your husband to your little girl, who looks very pleased with herself; she’s about to get exactly what she wanted. 

“Oh, yeah? Can I help?” Luke offers, fully entering the room. He sits on the edge of the twin sized bed covered in pale yellow sheets, stuffed animals crammed against the headboard. 

Ophelia abandons her plush toy, leaning into her father’s hold as he opens his arms and cuddles her into his chest. A lighthearted chuckle leaves your husband’s lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looks at you, “Sorry, baby. I guess I’m what she needed.”

“Figures,” You sigh, a grin pulling at your lips. “She’s got you wrapped, Lu.”

“Definitely,” He agrees, before turning his attention back to your daughter. “Alright, miss. How can I help you sleep, hm?” 

Silence fills the room as your daughter thinks for a brief moment. She’ll milk Luke for all the time that he’s willing to give her, there’s no doubt about that. Doe eyes look up, blinking innocently to really make sure he’s ready to deliver. “Sing to me, pretty please?”

Luke doesn’t waste any time in giving in to her command. If a lullaby is what she wants? It’s what she’ll get. “I can do that for you. Anything you’re wanting to hear?”

“No- wait, can I get comfy?” She asks, pulling away from her father a bit. Luke nods, shifting from his space on the edge of the bed, which prompts you to also get up in order to allow for your daughter to get comfortable under the sheets. Once she’s settled, you and your husband snuggle in on either side of her, wrapping your arms around the girl you both love most. 

“Ready, sweetheart?” Luke hums, oceanic eyes peering down at your daughter. He always looks at her with so much love and so much pride, you swear that every time you see it, your heart swells up with affection. 

Ophelia nods, her gaze trained on her father as he begins to sing softly, “Take my hand, now and forever…” 

As he continues to sing, his melodic voice filling up the space, you watch as the melody flowing from Luke’s lips sends your daughter into a blissful, serene state. Her eyes get droopy as each second passes, the calm atmosphere and warmth provided by her loving parents causing sleep to overtake her. Soon enough, her head is slumped against the pillows, her face slightly buried in the Pink Floyd shirt your husband donned. 

Your eyes meet Luke’s when you’re sure that Ophelia is sound asleep, quietly mouthing a ‘thank you’ to him. If it weren’t for him and his incredible knowledge of what your child needed, you doubt she’d be asleep by now. He smiles, blinking sleepily at you before gingerly leaving the softness your daughter’s bed provides, holding out his hand for you to take in order to leave her room. 

With a flip of a switch, the dimly lit room is drowned in darkness, save for the pink hued night light plugged into the wall. Luke closes the door as you both exit, then wraps his arm around you and leads you to your own bedroom, sighing dreamily as the prospect of sleep draws closer with each step you take.