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5SOS AU: You’re bad news. Everyone knows it, especially Luke… yet he still finds himself hopelessly dedicated to you.

To call the relationship toxic is an understatement. Prior to meeting you, Luke actually had a lot going for himself. He was a talented musician on his way to fame, with friends and fans who adored him. He had ambition. Everything changed as soon as you walked into his life. Luke was utterly bewitched, body and soul. You had him under your spell, in the worst way. Luke completely transformed himself to fit your desires. His physical appearance was the first sign as his previously untouched skin was now drenched in ink. His songwriting revolved almost completely around you, and took on a much darker tone. Luke distanced himself from his friends to spend countless hours with you. All of these efforts to capture your attention almost seemed pathetic to you and your affections towards him for him were somewhat out of pity.

In addition to the change in his appearance, Luke adopted habits foreign to his prior self. These habits were mainly smoking and drinking, you’d convinced him that these were merely additives, necessary for enjoying life to the fullest. Luke acted like he didn’t give a damn and spoke with a foul mouth. He was on a road to self-destruction, and the more corrupted he became, the more he caught your attention. Luke called it love, but it was more like idolization. His friends certainly took notice of these drastic changes and desperately tried to pull him out of the hypnotic state you’d trapped him in. It was useless. Luke would do anything for you, he’d quite literally rip his heart out from his chest and give it to you if you asked. His devotion could be a nuisance at times, and other times you admired his resilience.

This evening found the two of you sat in your El Camino, parked in front of a convenient store. The neon light of the store’s ‘open’ sign buzzed, casting a red glow into the car. In the driver seat, you glanced at Luke  with a long white cigarette hanging between your lips, burning slow. You took a long drag, while Luke lit one of his own. He looked over at you adoringly, whilst breathing out, adding to a thin cloud of smoke in the car.

You rested your hand on the steering wheel, removing the cig from your mouth and fiddling with it between your ring and middle finger. Not meeting his gaze you sighed, “Luke, you know this can’t work right?”

He sat up straight, coughing on the tobacco he just inhaled. He looked at you in disbelief, “What?”

Yo inhaled once more before answering, he watched you carefully, completely ignoring the burning cigarette in his own hand.

“C’mon babe. You know I’m no good for you. This was just a little phase for you. Your act of rebellion.You’re not this guy” you said gesturing to his figure.

He tossed his cigarette out the window, proceeding to face towards you. Almost pleading you to give him your attention, “Y/N, that’s not true. I love you, you know I do.”

You laughed, mocking his sincerity, you exhaled and glanced over at him, raising your eyebrows. “Luke, get real. It’s been fun, but don’t make this harder on yourself. You’re free now. Thanks for playing.” You lean over him opening his door.

You wave your hand as if to say ‘get lost’. But instead of doing so, he slams the door shut and grabs your arm. His strength overwhelming you, you’re forced to meet his eyes now and they’re full of electricity.

Now, you recognize your full affect on him. You’d never seen him so tense. When you first saw Luke, there was nothing but pure naivety attached to his presence. His eyes used to shine with morality. Now you could see how low he’s sunk. “You’re not leaving me. I won’t let you.”

You scoff escaping his tight grasp. Mimicking his previous act, you toss your cigarette butt out the window. You examine him, his eyes haven’t left yours. The smoke circulating mirrors the air of desperation he carries. You manage to grin at the sight. It didn’t matter that Luke was 6′4″, and probably appeared intimidating to anyone else, to you he was simply a lost puppy.

You rolled your eyes, “I’ve got enough problems without you clinging to me. Go. Away.” you looked toward the passenger door.

Once again he stood against you. “No. I’m not leaving.” You groaned, throwing your head back and running your fingers through your hair in frustration. He persisted despite your agitation, “What do I have to do to prove this is real. That I love y-”

You quickly cut him off, bringing your forehead to the steering wheel,” I know, I know”. You closed your eyes taking a deep breath. You gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, wanting to scream. You thought Luke would be disposable, but he was proving to be quite the challenge. Part of you wanted to throw him out and speed out of his life for good. But another part of you was glad he put up a fight. He’d grown on you. But he still didn’t know the real you. Would he still be begging to stay once he saw you for what you really were?

You decide to put him to the test. Finally, sitting up straight in your leather seat, you looked to Luke, with much more optimism this time. He still had the same wide-eyes, devoid of anything except worry. “You wanna prove it to me?” you say in a low voice, almost seductively.

He takes your hand eagerly, “Anything, Y/N.” the tone in his voice conveyed his sincerity. The word anything echoed in your ear, and a wicked smile spread across your face. You proceed to reach down under your seat, with Luke’s eyes following your every movement.

With nothing but the low red glow to illuminate the inside of your car, Luke focused in on your hand and what was in it. His expression immediately altered once you placed a gun in his lap. His eyes widened slightly as he looked from it to you. You maintained a straight face as you nodded towards the convenient store in front of you. Luke placed the gun in his left hand, analyzing the feel of the weapon in his hand, bouncing it slightly to measure its weight.

Luke looked at you once more, and back down to the firearm, gulping as he closed his eyes and drew a breath.deciding not to wait for him to make his decision, you made the first move by getting out of the car. There was a look of determination in your eyes, as if nothing would hold you back, especially not Luke. You could do this with or without him, like you’d done hundreds of times before. You reached for the ankle gun hidden under your denim, placing the weapon comfortably in your hands. You kicked open the door of the convenient store, immediately aiming it towards the lanky cashier, who had acquired petrified look on his blemished face.

There didn’t appear to be anyone else in the store which meant less witnesses. You fired at the cameras placed not-so discreetly in the corners of the building, then returned your weapon’s focus towards the shaky cashier.

“You know what to do” you said smiling at the boy. He hastily opened the register and began pulling out its contents. After handing you the cash he returned his hands to their surrendering position. You shoved the bills into your jacket pocket. backing out towards the way you came in.

Before making your great escape, a head popped up from one of the aisles in the back. The man also had a gun and he didn’t hesitate aiming it directly at you. You looked back and forth between the cashier and the stranger, you noticed the cashier lowly moving towards the emergency button placed under the counter. The strangers hands were wrapped confidently around the barrel of his gun and his finger was on the trigger, ready to pull. You began to sweat, feeling somewhat stuck. Before you could choose between the two, you heard the door swing open behind you and in an instant one gun fired and it wasn’t the man in the aisle.  

In fact, the man in the aisle now had a gaping hole in his forehead, allowing a steady stream of blood to run down his face. You stood in disbelief when you saw Luke standing with the gun you’d given him. He looked as though he was in astonishment himself, staring at the gun. You gave him a smile before returning your attention to the cashier, who was even more terrified now than he had been before. At this point, you thought it best not to leave anyone behind. You sent a bullet straight through his brain, letting his body hit the ground.

Instinctively, the two of you bolted back to your car. While you prepared to send the vehicle in reverse, Luke slowed down for a moment and pulled your arm towards him. As soon as you turned to him he took your face in his hands and planted a kiss on your lips. It was a firm and meaningful kiss, sealing the deal. He was yours. Completely. Your heart was racing, yet you took this moment to slow down and indulge your self in the sweet act. Snapping back to the situation, you sped out of the empty parking lot, heading nowhere in particular. You could practically hear Luke’s heart beating straight out of his chest. You couldn’t help but giggle at his panicked state. He actually did it. Suddenly, you took notice of  your own heart racing. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the fact you were now pushing a hundred down the freeway, or maybe it was because you’d realized you loved Luke a lot more than you though you did.

With one free hand, you reached into your pocket and handed the cash to Luke, “Alright Hemmings, you’re not as pure as I thought” you looked over at him as gazed at the money, laughing as he began to count it. You leaned over to him, meeting his lips once again.  Nothing can replace this high, you thought.

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Halloween Series Sequel

A/N: Was going through some old stories and felt inspired to continue with the storyline of Michael turning you into a vampire. In this version, y/n is replaced by the Vixen. Happy Halloween and enjoy!

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Click-clack. Click-clack. Black stilettos stroll down a New York City sidewalk. Perfectly styled hair gets blown back by a nightly breeze to reveal striking eyes, focused on the path ahead. The eyes belong to a pale face with painted lips and adorned by subtle jewelry. She clutches her purse, weaving through the stragglers in the street. Moving closer to an apparent hole in the wall with a glowing red neon sign that reads ”Delight."

She approaches the closed door and checks her surroundings before entering. As soon as the door closes behind her, the place comes to life. A red glow illuminating all of the dancing twenty-somethings, intoxicated by their drinks, drugs, and lust. She inhales, removing her coat to reveal long graceful arms and a bustier hugging her body. She makes her way to the crowded bar, already in need of a drink.

Little does she know, her entrance has been noticed. Eyes focus on her from the balcony. He moves along the rail as she does towards the bar. His green eyes flash red and he disappears from view as she scans the scene.

Her empty shot glass slams on down and she swivels in her stool, there's an intention behind her eyes as she looks out to the dance floor. Hands groping bodies, fingers running through loose and untamed hair, a group of drunken girls dance and cheer one another on, using flash for their group photos. Of the four girls seemingly having the time of their lives, one looks out of place. That’s the one.

Where her friends are decked out in pumps and bodycon dresses, she sports a sensible shoe for dancing and wears a patterned jumpsuit, somewhat revealing if you find shoulders and collarbones seductive. She casually sips from her fruity cocktail, asking her friends if they're alright. They insist they're fine though half of their drinks are on the floor or each other. Two of them encourage their homely friend to dance, she moves to the beat in time but her friends prioritize being provocative over rhythm.

Another shot downed, the woman at the bar rises from her seat, feeling somewhat loose. She makes her way to the dance floor.

”I’ll be right back!” the young woman calls as peels away from her sloppy group and looks relieved as she flees to the club’s tiny restroom. Two sets of eyes watch her from afar. He watches the Vixen while the Vixen watches her prey.

Vixen makes her way through the crowd, blending in as her hips move to the electronic beat. She catches the attention of some overly-confident man. She notices him staring at her hungrily, assessing her body with his eyes, and deciding she's worth it. He quickly clasps her wrist to keep her from walking away, playfully pulling her back toward him. She looks from her wrist to him. Not you. Not tonight. Typically she’d take him on but she’s in the mood for a challenge.

”Where ya going in such a hurry? I can tell you wanna stay to dance”. His slurred words and tugging at her arms make her clench her jaw, but for a moment the tension seizes. Her tone is like butter, ”Oh yeah? You wanna dance with me?” She invites him closer, attempting to project over the music and voices around them. He leans into her but she raises her hands. He plays along, meeting her hands with his own and interlocking their fingers.

The looks of sweetness and flirtation dissipate and her striking eyes narrow and flash a similar red before she quickly breaks his wrist. Unflinching, she watches as his face twists with anguish. He is prepared to let out a horrified cry. She silences him with a finger, ”shhh...” she stares into his eyes deeply, his still filled with confusion and pain.

”You’re not going to scream. You’re going to silently exit the dance floor and crawl back to whatever gutter you came out of.” Her sweetness returns as his face falls still and he complies, now oblivious to his broken wrists. Her eyes return to their natural color as he turns away from her obediently. She continues on her mission.

Meanwhile, the mysterious figure from the balcony lurks closer to the bathroom, to where the young woman escaped. Almost forgetting where he is, he nearly makes it up to the bathroom door. But before he can enter, his ears are invaded by the sound of snickering. He turns to meet two other girls in line for the bathroom, glancing at him judgmentally. “Must be an emergency, huh?” one of them laughs. He ignores them and backs away from the door. Sighing, he leans with his back against the wall and waits.

Determined, the Vixen exits the dance floor and glances around to make sure her actions go unnoticed. Once the coast seems clear she struts towards the bathroom. Before she can see the figure standing along the wall, he slips into a crowded corner, keeping his gaze on the huntress as she eagerly enters the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, she notices the young woman adjusting her outfit and fixing her hair. Cooly, she approaches the mirror and begins to do the same. Side by side they could not be more different. "Jumpsuit" looks at herself somewhat disapprovingly, her eyes scan her face for every imperfection and the growing frown on her face lets us know she’s found them. While the vixen stands tall with her shoulders back, she drinks in her image in the mirror. Carefully tweaking the slightly out of place hairs on her head and touching up her lipstick, a deep shade of red sure to stain. “Having fun out there?” the vixen asks, eyes still locked on her reflection. Her voice breaks Jumpsuit out of her trance, watching the vixen be effortlessly perfect.

“Something like that…” She sighs and takes another sip of her nearly full glass.

“Well, you’ll definitely need to finish more of that if you wanna have some real fun. Especially with the crowd tonight, the guys here can be a bit tame.” The Vixen faces her and smiles warmly. Jumpsuit’s expression seems bewildered, as though this is the longest she’s spoken to a stranger. She becomes flustered.

“Oh I’m not much for places like these, just having a girls night and I was out-voted.” She confesses sweetly and sits on the bathroom counter. The Vixen eyes her with the same hunger as the man she encountered before. The girl opens her mouth to speak again but as the words exit her mouth, the sound is drowned out by a pulsating beat. Not the sound of the club’s music being played, but mimicking a heartbeat.

The Vixen eyes the girl and as she moves her hair to one side, she can’t help but stare at the smooth skin on her neck and the large, inviting vein that runs through it. Vixen gulps, feeling her instincts kicking and her lips parting slightly in anticipation.

“But that sounds silly, doesn’t it?” Suddenly, reality kicks in and the sound of her voice returns, refocusing the Vixen on the task at hand. Jumpsuit looks up at her innocently and laughs at herself, “Sorry, you must think I’m nuts or something! Well, I’d better get back to my friends, who knows what they’ve gotten themselves into…” She hops off the counter and brushes past the Vixen, heading for the door.

In an instant, the Vixen appears in front of her, blocking the exit. “But I thought we were having fun here?” Jumpsuit looks startled but her expression falls into a naive joy.

“Believe me, as much as I’d love to hide out here with you, I should probably go take care of my friends.” She laughs slightly but the confusion begins to take over as she notices the Vixen unamused, now with glowing red eyes. She backs away from her slowly. “ Who said I was hiding"? the Vixen coos, revealing her elongated fangs. As Jumpsuit is about to scream, she is pounced upon. The Vixen begins to devour her, careful not to leave a mess. She squirms and fights for her life but the strength of the huntress is too great and her efforts are futile.

Driven by bloodlust, the Vixen finishes her off and beams in euphoria as she drains her of the last of her blood and lets her body hit the floor with a thud. She wipes her mouth and looks down at her kill. The girl’s lifeless body looks like a wilted flower, her once struggling arms now lay sprawled. The Vixen's eyes fall upon her wrists and the puncture wounds poking through her sheer sleeves. Her eyebrows furrow and her fangs retract smoothly.

”Who...” she begins to ask herself as she kneels beside her. The Vixen's eyes carefully examine the holes. She glances from the girl’s face to her neck to her wrist. ”Looks like tonight just wasn't your night, huh?” she drops her wrist and rises to her feet with inhuman speed.

The Vixen grabs her ankles and drags her into the largest stall. She positions the lifeless body beside the toilet before digging into her purse and fishing out a bottle of unlabeled pills, ”Some people just don't know when to quit”. A handful of pills trickle down the girl's throat and she leaves her corpse with the now empty bottle.

She pats her head before turning on her heels and exiting the stall. She turns to look at her reflection in the mirror but nothing’s there. She smiles to herself and wipes the corners of her mouth once more.

Vixen steps outside and rejoins the club scene, the energy just as electric as when she left. High off her kill, she joins the sea of people crowding the dance floor. This time she lets herself get lost in the music and the hunt. She pulls a possible suitor closer, smashing her lips against his. He doesn’t question it, but gives in to her, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in. She leaves kisses along his jaw, moving down his throat before biting down. She doesn’t even need to compel him, on a high of his own, he finds her aggression titillating. Carelessly the vixen releases him back into the crowd, a thin trail of blood running down his sweaty, bare chest.

“You oughta be more careful," a voice stands out among the rest from behind her. She stops in her tracks, searching in her mind for a face to match. She turns to face him. Michael. Her expression turns sour, as though she’s suddenly sobered up.

Michael was notorious for leaving a trail of bodies in his wake, at least he was when they first met. He was the man responsible for ending her life, well, her human life. He made her into the monster she is now, doing so without remorse. She glares at him as he inches closer, wearing a familiar, cocky, grin. “That’s rich coming from you.” She practically spits.

Now face to face, Michael drinks in her image. “Lifeless looks good on you, babe. It’s almost like I did you a favor..” The words make her skin crawl and she bares her fangs as she hisses at him. He puts his hands up in defense, amused by her anger.

“Don’t tell me you’re still mad? That was ages ago.” He raises a brow, the strobe lights reflecting off of the piercing. She lets her guard down and retracts her teeth before anyone around can notice.

“Six years ago to be exact, and not too far from here, if you can remember,” she says with contempt.

“Oh I remember, you looked almost as delectable as you do this evening…” he takes her hand as they make their way off to the side.

Equally as fast, they vanish up to the balcony where he’d previously been spying. They both laugh as they watch a few confused faces in the crowd look for them. Her laughter comes to a halt first as she looks at Michael, reminded of what he was, what he took. “What’re you still doing lurking around these places? Looking for another naive girl to turn into your little experiment?” her voice is indifferent, but Michael refuses to leave her alone.

“You know you’re the only one I’ve turned. The others have gotten my usual treatment of drink, drain, and dump.” He says oh-so-casually, leaning against the railing. He takes a piece of her hair and tucks it behind her ear, his touch the same temperature as hers, it's almost comforting.

“How romantic” she snarls, swatting his hand away impulsively. They continue to look down on the crowd of mortals beneath them. Michael grinning with delight at all of his options. The vixen was suddenly not in the mood for the hunt. She starts to turn away and he wants to call after her but he senses she doesn’t want to be followed. Something stops her and she turns back to face him.

“Why did you leave then?” she asks genuinely. Her eyes are serious and demanding of an answer though he pretends he doesn’t know what she means. “What’re you on about now”?

She sucks her teeth and leans on the rail once more. “If I’m the only victim you’ve ever turned, then why did you abandon me as a fledgling?” He stifles a laugh at her wording. She rolls her eyes at his immaturity. Some things never change.

“Forget it. I don’t know why I bother even trying to make sense of you.” She looks down disappointedly before putting on her coat. He bites his cheek, wanting to explain but unable to find the words. She looks at him once more, a little more fondly this time. “Wish I could say it was good seeing you-”

“What, are you leaving already? The night’s only just begun” He interjects, gesturing down to a group of fratty looking guys who entered the building. She smiles at the notion but insists, “Goodnight, Michael. “

The familiar sound of heels clicking across the floor returns. For a moment, he is about to let her walk down the stairs, but he races after her at lightning speed, almost going through her. She spins around and he stops just before her. “I didn’t abandon you.” He huffs. “What?”

He looks almost admiringly at her confused eyes and smirks, “You just didn’t need me anymore.”

She takes a step back, realizing how close they’ve become.

“You know you took everything away from me! My whole life!” she pushes him back with great force, but he only stumbles a bit, still amused with her anger. “And when I have to live like you to survive…” Her anger turns into a pain in an instant “... you leave.”

He notices this shift in her but refuses to acknowledge it, “Look, there’s no obligation for me to take care of you. I’m sorry you felt orphaned or whatever, you were gonna have to get used to being on your own one way or another.” She stares daggers at him. It fuels her and she throws a punch. Unfortunately, he catches it before she can make contact, “It’s already toughened you up quite a bit I see.”

Fed up, she pounces on him, taking him to the ground. He fights back harder and grabs her by the throat. With the upper hand, he corners her. She tries to pry his fingers from her throat but it's useless. He's twice as strong as she is. “Fuck...you” she manages to choke out between gasps for breath. She smiles, watching her squirm beneath him, her life once again in his hands. “We never quite made it to that part did we?”, he jokes as he finally releases her from his tight grasp, glancing around to ensure their discretion. She rubs her neck, looking at him disgustedly. “You’re right about one thing.”

“Just one?” he replies slyly.

“I don’t need you.”  She rises and composes herself.

He eyes her, unsure of her next move. Michael’s face falls as he realizes her utter contempt and he tries his best to brush it off, “You got the hang of it....eventually”. She scoffs, “You really can’t just give one single compliment, can you?”

Their familiarity brings them closer together. She couldn’t help herself around him, even when they first met. His energy was magnetic, maybe it was his charm or maybe he compelled her without her even knowing. Whatever it was, she couldn’t stay mad at him, even after everything.

She had to admit to herself that she was stronger now, all that time spent alone, learning to hunt, how to control herself, how to get away…

Michael peers at her with secret admiration, he was obviously attracted to her as a human, but now there was an edge to her. Maybe he liked that she’s lethal now, and he made her that way.

“I’m just a little cranky since someone went after my initial meal” his voice oozes with sarcasm and a slight pang of irritation. She ponders this for a moment before smiling to herself, remembering the rush. “Jumpsuit? Oh, she was a treat”. Tauntingly she licks her fingers the way you would after eating ribs. Her eyebrows furrow in slight confusion, “But you already knew that didn’t you?” She recalls the puncture marks on the girl’s wrist.

Michael cocks his head at her like she’s joking, he searches her face for any kind of tell but she looks equally as confused.

“No, but she looked pretty sweet from afar…” Michael shrugs off the comment but the cogs in her mind begin to turn. “But there were bite marks…”

“Not from me.” He says curtly, pulling out a flask from his dark denim jacket. “Drink. Drain. Dump. Remember?” She rolls her eyes at his indifference, but she also understands it. It’s much easier to get attached, otherwise, the guilt does the feeding.

“Well, I guess we have another one among us…” She joins him in looking over the balcony, their eyes search in sync through the crowd. “Is that gonna be a problem?” he asks, half-jokingly, half-serious.

She looks from the crowd to Michael’s eyes. They gaze at each other in comfortable silence for a moment. The corners of his mouth turn upward slightly as his eyes land on her stained lips. Instinct makes his fangs extend and his softness fades as his eyes turn red. She can’t help but laugh, “You’re not nearly as sly as you think you are. You got me one time too many.” Somewhat defeated, he retracts his fangs and the red disappears from his eyes. His lips part to speak, probably something snarky, but they’re interrupted by the sound of a high-pitched shrieking.

“Somebody help! Please somebody help her!” the once drunken girl group pour out of the bathroom, screaming out for anybody that will listen. Their cries are somewhat muffled by the bumping music. But the highly-tuned ears pick up the sound in an instant.

Michael and the Vixen look at one another knowingly.

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Summertime Tour w/ Luke

not my photos, only my edit (credit to original owners)

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*get you a man who can do both*

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my mans looks so damn good

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Yellow Ashton moodboard 💛

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Clearing out my camera roll 1622/?

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hhhhhhhhh look at these babies

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