#LukeHemmingsFanfic

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Disconnected (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/dIbDdq2W80 In an alternate universe where everyone has a soulmate, Luke and his soulmate share the rarest of them all. Some people have matching tattoos, others feel each others pain/emotions, but mental connections are the least common. The connection that Luke and Lynn share is that they can hear whatever song the other is singing. When they are close together they will be able to hear each others voices but for the meantime, they can only hear the recorded versions.

ANNNNND THIS SERIES IS NOW FINISHED ON WATTPAD!

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Its a Small Town part 1- Luke Hemmings

The halls were filled with students, from the senior pot heads, to the sophomore cheerleaders, and the scared freshman. They were all there. She walked the halls with her head down and headphones in hoping to make it to AP Biology without pissing someone off. It was the first day of the new school year, and Junior year was going to be hell for her and the other 100 kids in her grade. College applications were to be completed this year which means you have to be on top of everything. She made her way in to the classroom and immediately migrated towards the back. She wasn’t a loser, but kept a closer circle of friends none of which were in this class.

The bell sounded and more kids made their way in until all the desk were full. She didn’t even take notice of the boy next to her knowing it would only be a couple minutes until they were moved to their assigned seats.

Mrs. Mugally stood up, she was a small lady with short orange-gray hair and bangle bracelets lining up her left arm but none on the right in addition to a large floral kimono on over her striped dress. Thus began the classic first day of school speech about how her class is not a joke and no out of line behavior will be tolerated.

“Now I hope you have all chosen seat wisely because that is where you will be stuck for the first semester. Your first assignment is to turn to your partner and discuss what moved you to select my class.” 

shit shit shit shit

That was all that ran through her mind as she turned to her right and saw the Luke Hemmings sitting next to her.  Now if it was any of the other boys in the class she wouldn’t of cared but for him she did. 

“Hi I’m Luke.” He stuck out his hand to shake hers as the other raked through his hair.

“Charlotte.” She responded, quickly shaken his hand. See it’s not specifically Luke that she has a problem with it’s his girlfriend, Melissa. If she found out they ended up next to each other, technically, by choice then she’ll ruin Charlotte’s life. Again.

“So” Luke started dragging out the o’s, “What made you take this thrilling class?” She could practically taste the sarcasm that dripped from his question as he shoots her a smirk.

“I wanted the AP credit, colleges like that. Plus I want to be a doctor one day.” Charlotte looked him in the eyes as she answered, the first time she has all morning and noticed how they lit up when she mentioned being a doctor.

“Thats so cool that you know what you want to be,  I have no fucking clue what I’m going to do.” He let out a dry chuckle and looked down almost as though he was embarrassed. Until Charlotte let out a small giggle and knocked his shoulder playfully with hers. 

“Oh come on Mr. Football Star you really have no clue what you want to do” She asked referencing him making Varsity as only a freshman years ago, he was predicted to go all state. Best player their small town has seen in a while. 

He shook his head, “Nah, Iove football and I would love to play in college but it can get kinda crazy ya know?” Again he ran his hand through his hair and shook it out. “Like going from a town like this to some big shot university, on top of the stress of playing?” He slowly shook his head and migrated his gaze back to the desk where he focused on picking at the letters somebody had carved in years ago.

Charlotte eyes also drifted away from him, except hers was to the whiteboard at the front of the room. She never would have guessed that the popular football captain was scared to go to school, him and the people he hangs out with seem as though they have it all together. The sound of students zipping up their backpacks pulled her from her thoughts. 

As she followed their lead and shoved her still empty bio binder back into her bag she felt a tap on her shoulder. After sealing her bag shut Charlotte turned her attention behind her to Luke. He nervously played with his fingers and took a deep breathe before looking her in the eyes.

“Look, I’ve never really talked to anyone about the whole college thing like today. People seem to think they’ve got me figured out, but you didn’t make any kind of comment when I told you so thanks, I guess. Do you um think that I could like get your number?” The nervous boy watched as confusion washed over the young girls face “You know, for this class. We sit next to each other now and it might be useful.” 

Luke began panicking, it took a couple seconds until Charlotte grew a smile on her face and he really thought that she was going to make fun of him. Instead she grabbed the pen and binder out of his hands and opened it. After quickly scribbling down the seven digits she closed the binder and handed it back to him as the bell rang.

“See you around Hemmings.” She said over her shoulder as she made her way out the door and blended with the sea of students.

Im sorry I know this part is short but just bare with me this was the first meeting was important and a lot of things will rap back to thing. 

[heartbreakhemmings09]

had to do it to him - him before vs during 5sos collabed w/ chainsmokers

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Getting Back on the Saddle (Luke Hemmings fic)

Request: “Dirty fic about Luke Hemmings meeting y/n at a mutuals party?”

Summary: Luke Hemmings has just been cheated on, and is dragged to a party by the 5SOS boys who want to help him move on. While there, he meets Y/N and they have a drunken, bathroom therapy session. SMUT.

Word count: 3000+

The street lights were the only thing illuminating the darkened night as the members of 5SOS pulled up to a storybook style mansion in Beverly Hills. The house was quaint and picturesque, with arches and cobblestone walls gating it off. From the front yard and through the mumble of partygoers, Luke Hemmings could make out the song that was playing –When I Come Around by Green Day. Normally, he would be the first out of the car, rushing in with one of his bottles of the Crown Royal Rare Blue whisky that he had picked up in Canada while on tour. But tonight, he walked slowly, dragging his feet behind Calum, Michael and Ashton, bottle in a brown paper bag, checking his phone.

“Luke, hurry your ass up,” Michael said, turning around to face his mate. Calum and Ashton did so too.

“I don’t even want to be here,” Luke huffed, his mind elsewhere.

Last night he found out that his girlfriend of two years cheated on him. Getting home from a gig in San Francisco much earlier than planned, he saw the two of them, tangled together, covered in sweat on the couch in his house. The sight ripped at every inch of his coolness, a boiling rage trying to escape, but Luke did everything in his power not to throw his fists at the man or burn the couch –it wouldn’t make for good headlines, if caught. Instead, he told her she had an hour to get her things out of his house, then got in his car and disappeared to a treed hilltop in the valley to look out at the view and think. He had become accustomed to the betrayal and exploitation that came with his fame, but he thought she was different.

Tonight, he didn’t feel capable of being composed around Ashton’s friends from Los Angeles that he had never met. This was the last thing he wanted to be doing.

“C’mon, it’ll take your mind off things,” Calum said, lifting a beer to his luscious lips. “Forget about her and have fun tonight. Get back on the horse.”

“Yeah, find someone else to hop on your saddle tonight,” Ashton remarked, a proud grin on his face, as his two friends laughed. He patted Luke on the back and kept walking.

Punk music roared into their ears as they entered the navy blue front door into a bustling atmosphere. There were people everywhere; playing beer pong in the living room, flip cup in the kitchen and king’s cup on the deck. This would usually be Luke’s kind of night.

“Ash, you made it!” a brown-haired man shouted, walking through the crowd. He grabbed a hold of Ashton’s hand and pulled him in for a hug. “So, if you don’t have beer, I’ve got kegs set up in the backyard, help yourselves, and the bathroom is the second door on the left down the hall.”

Ashton grinned, and the three other boys nodded awkwardly, looking around to see if they recognized anyone.

“Luke, pong?” Ashton yelled over the music, making a throwing gesture.

“Nah, I’m gonna go make a drink or something. Maybe later,” Luke lied, adjusting the sheer white dress shirt beneath his black leather jacket.

Sensing his best friend needed him, Calum spoke up: “Mikey, you go play. I’m going to go make a drink too.” Ashton and Mikey nodded knowingly.

Luke walked straight through the house and to the back deck, aware Calum was following him. He stopped at an empty table and pulled his bottle out, grabbing a clean red cup from a stack. He poured the whisky in straight and threw it back.

“You don’t need to babysit me, go get drunk or something,” he said, whilst pouring another shot for himself. If he was going to get through tonight, he was going to need a few.

He started walking towards a large bonfire. Calum reaching around him, a red cup in hand as he walked behind.

“You scrounger,” Luke remarked, pouring some into both their cups.

They clinked their cheap cups and tilted their heads back, swallowing the strong booze.

Luke pulled out his phone again, checking for notifications. As much as he hated his ex for her actions, part of him was hoping she would leave a voicemail or a text or even an email expressing some regret for what she did, and what she had lost, but there was nothing. He lifted the elaborate bottle straight to his mouth, taking a huge swig.

“Sorry, mate. I’m just going to take that from you,” Calum said, grabbing a hold of it and examining the amount missing –too much. “If it’s any consolation, I never really liked her.”

Luke lowered the cup away from his mouth and grinned. “That would have been good to know before I started dating her.”

Calum laughed. “Well, I’m gonna go find that bathroom. Be back in five,” he said, handing Luke the whisky.

Luke put his phone back in his pocket. He looked to his left and right, but no one made eye contact with him or seemed interested in talking to him, either. He returned his eyes to the fire wondering why he agreed to come. The sweet buzz of intoxication coming on, he ran his fingers through his loose blond curls. With the sound of laughter approaching the fire, he peered up to find a group of girls standing across from him. They were all beautiful, but the one in the middle holding a bottle of tequila and wearing a white ACDC crop top, black frayed jean shorts and Chuck Taylors piqued his interest. She was swigging it straight and standing there awkwardly, the rest of the girls talking amongst each other –she looked just as out of place as he.

Her gaze met his across the tops of the dancing flames, neither breaking contact. Her red lips curving into a smirk as she walked over to a table with kegs on it. He sauntered towards her, his mind barely able to keep up with his feet. Maybe it was the buzz, but something about her was alluring.

“Unless you want to mix that tequila with watered down Coke, cheap beer or mystery stuff, there’s not much here for you, I’m afraid,” Luke said, pointing at each keg, whilst leaning on the table beside her.

She pulled her red cup away, put it on the table and turned her attention to him. “I’d have to disagree,” she responded, arching her brow, looking him up and down, and smirking seductively.

Luke felt a wave of heat come over him. “I’m Luke,” he said, extending a hand.

A million thoughts were running through his head. Was she just hitting on him? Did she smile at him and walk over to this table hoping he would follow? Did she want him like he wanted her? He didn’t know what to think, after all he was a little out of practice and she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. All that he knew was that her hot gaze and mischievous grin from across the fire had completely drawn him in.

“Y/N,” she replied, her soft, petite hand lightly gripping his. He could picture it touching him elsewhere.

“I take it you don’t know anyone here, either?” Luke asked, making conversation. He mentally slapped himself in the head for not coming up with something more crafty.

“Well, now I know you,” she responded, peering up at him from beneath her long black eyelashes; he was even more curious.

Luke extended his bottle and she clinked hers against his, before they both swigged a shot. He was alert, but definitely starting to feel the booze. It was a good thing, it helped him with his nerves, but it also magnified his desires.

“Lucky me,” he said with both brows raised. He imitated her from moments earlier, looking her up and down. When his eyes wandered back to her face, he saw her bite down on her lip.

She was about to speak, but a group of people walked over to the table, voices raised obnoxiously. One of the guys in the group dropped his drink and it splashed onto her top, staining the white with a red colour that also made it slightly translucent. Trying not to stare directly at her bareness beneath it –she wasn’t wearing a bra– Luke placed his hand on the small of her back and tilted his head in the direction of the house. She nodded.

When they got back inside, there was far more people than before. Luke grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd to a small clearing against the kitchen island, which she leaned up against. His drunk hands scrambled through a kitchen drawer, trying to find a cloth. Once he did, he ran it under the tap, then tended to the stain.

One hand slightly underneath her shirt to pull it slack and the other gently rubbing at the stain, Luke could feel her soft skin and ab crack graze his knuckles. He felt goose bumps engulf her skin and his eyes instantly shot to hers. He instinctively put the cloth down and rested his hands on the counter, her in between them. Their faces were inches apart, but their heated gaze was doing all the talking.

Y/N wet her lips, looked down and then back up at Luke in an innocent manner, but he knew she was far from that. It made him crave her more.

She leaned in close to his ear. “Thanks for helping with my shirt.”

“I was prepared to take off mine and give it to you, so you wouldn’t have to walk around in a see-through shirt all night,” Luke answered honestly. He was just about to, but their skin connecting seconds ago had froze him in place.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” she said, brow arched and lips curled up playfully.

“Or you could take it off for me,” Luke whispered, moving in closer.

Y/N’s hands fumbled with the hem of his white dress shirt, as she peered from under her lashes. Luke couldn’t take it anymore, he tilted his head in the direction of the next room and she nodded. He had no idea where he was taking her, he just knew what he wanted and that he wanted it now.

She took his hand as he ambled through the crowd, eyes searching for a door or a room to take her to. Just as he exited the kitchen, he saw Ashton with a large grin on his face, and he knew why. Luke was about to roll his eyes and keep walking when Ashton pointed towards a bathroom. Mouthing, “thanks,” Luke continued out the front door.

As soon as the door was closed and the two of them were alone in the large dim lit bathroom, Luke closed the gap between them. Grasping Y/N’s cheeks with his hands, he slammed his lips into hers, pressing her against the pale purple wall. The flavour of agave in her mouth overpowered his rich whisky’s aftertaste, electrifying his senses. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth before she could even get in a breath. It was far from being a soft kiss, but it was hungry, fiery and lustful. There was heavy breathing and desperation in every movement. He had never wanted someone this much before; it was consuming him.

He picked Y/N up off the ground, her legs straddling his waist, and sat her down on the edge of the cold marble counter, causing her to tense. Her hands deep within his messy curls, he pulled his mouth from hers and anchored it to her ear.

“Take your top off,” he demanded, his tongue lightly gliding across her ear lobe and down to her jaw. He kissed his way down her neck, sucking on her collarbone, leaving behind a small red stamp of intimacy.

Y/N followed his orders, pulling her top over her head and tossing it to the floor. Luke shrugged off his leather jacket and Y/N undid the buttons on his dress shirt, throwing it off of him eagerly. Her hands went down to his belt buckle, but before she could get it undone, he had pulled them away.

“Lean back,” he demanded, his index finger popping the button on her black denim skirt. Y/N obeyed him and watched as he slid her skirt and lacy thong over her knees. He dropped down on his knees and positioned himself in front of her, his hands separating her thighs.

“Luke, what if someone walks in,” Y/N managed to mumble.

“Let them,” he purred, his eyes staring into hers as he lingered between her legs. He truly felt that way, too, and it wasn’t just the alcohol –he was engrossed.

Y/N’s back arched at the feeling on him hovering there, his warm breath teasing her. “Mm, please,” she let slip out.

Smiling to himself, he slipped his one hand down to her clit and rubbed it slowly, gauging her reaction all the while. Her body became entirely weak and her eyes shuttered. Seeing her at his mercy made him even harder.

“You’re so hot,” he said rubbing faster and receiving an eager moan. “You were teasing me back there, playing with my shirt and looking at me like that,” he said, his accent a sensual symphony in her ear. He rubbed Y/N again, “Now it’s my turn.”

Luke’s tongue began flicking her clit slowly, an excruciating tease. Y/N was entirely taintalized, desperately trying not to push his face deeper into her wetness while gripping his hair. He smiled against her knowing that she was helpless to his touch. He sucked hard on her clit, releasing to flick it, harder and faster than before. He spit on two fingers and forced them into her, continuing to push them in and out, as his tongue danced against her throbbing clit. His free hand held her breast firmly, occasionally taking her nipple between his thumb and index finger and gently squeezing it.

Losing control, fingers becoming numb and chills overtaking her body, Y/N bucked her hips forward and began moaning loudly. Luke paused licking, forcing his fingers inside and pressing them up against her g-spot.

“Fuck, just listening to you is going to get me off,” he whispered, continuing his rhythm.

Y/N head tilted back and her hands gripped Luke’s hair even tighter, her body clenching and her moans escaping rapidly, overwhelmed with euphoria –she was about to cum. All of a sudden, Luke’s hands slapped over her mouth and he paused his movement. A knock echoed against the door

“Anyone in there?” an obviously-drunk girl’s voice shouted.

“Occupied,” Luke shouted back, his lips just an inch from Y/N’s throbbing, wet, nearly-there pussy.

When there was no further response, Y/N pressed his face back into her and he continued, stiffened tongue gliding up and down in short, accurate strokes. And just like that, the sensation of cumming was back. Luke kept his hand over her mouth, as he felt her walls tighten around his fingers, spasming. She grinded her high out against his tongue, his eyes locked on her, as her muffled moans vibrated against the palm of his hand.

“Fuck me,” Y/N sighed, as his hand slipped away and she tried to catch her breath. She wanted to feel his thickness inside of her.

Luke rose up from his knees, unbuckling his belt and dropping his jeans in one urgent swoop. Y/N licked her lips and looked at his long, thick manhood; it was everything you would expect for a man of his stature. His eyes watched hers as he lined himself up with her slot, both of them shuttering and exhaling as he slid in. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails gripping his back. His strong hands gripped her hips, helping her to balance on the edge of the counter. He pumped into her, slowly at first, taking pleasure in both of their bodies’ struggling not to implode. Picking up the pace, the head of his cock pounding deeply into Y/N, he ran his tongue along her ear lobe and lightly sucked. Her nails sunk even further into him, the slight pain causing him to increase his speed even more. Pumping in and out, deeper and harder, watching her eyes flicker and her mouth hang open, he felt himself climbing.

“You feel so good. I’m so close” Y/N half-moaned into his collarbone, burying her lips into it to suppress the loud cries fighting to escape her plump red lips. “I want you to cum in me,” she whispered, while sucking on the side of his neck.

Luke couldn’t handle hearing her pleas, the dirty words pushing him so close to the edge. Feeling her legs, wrapped around him, begin to tremble, her grinding motions grow anxious and the muffled sound of hastened moans in his chest, he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He pumped hard, before slowing down, quietly moaning “fuck,” and filling her up with his warm cum. He sunk into here one last time, as they both relished in their climaxes, panting.

‘It was nice to meet you, Luke,” Y/N huffed, giving a wink and a smile.

Luke leaned in and kissed her lips, his movements sweet and gentle, as his hands settled on her neck and waist.

“Maybe we can meet each other again, sometime soon?” he responded, a smile on his face, as he helped her down from the counter and they both began getting dressed. Y/N nodded and bit her lip.

“We can’t find Luke anywhere,” Calum said, walking up behind Ashton with Michael. “Searched the whole yard where I left him.”

“We’re probably going to find him in the ditch outside, just pissed and having a nap,” Michael chirped, laughing at himself.

“Well, no. Actually, Mikey, it seems Luke has taken our advice,” Ashton said, proudly, leaning against a wall in the hallway, eyes glued to the bathroom door. He lifted a green beer bottle to his lips.

“No way,” Michael said, turning his attention to the bathroom as well. “Not in the bathroom?”

Ashton laughed, nodding and pointing, at Luke who has just emerged. Luke ran his fingers through his curls, and then stopped to wait for Y/N to exit behind him.

“Scandalous,” Calum remarked, amused.

Luke’s eyes searched the room until he found his friends discretely waving across the hall. He lifted his brows and smirked, genuinely feeling much happier than he did earlier. He wasn’t over his ex, it was too soon for that, but for the first time since he found out about her infidelity, she was the furthest thing from his mind.

 A/N: Here it is. I hope you enjoyed it. I loved writing it, so thank you to the Anon that requested this scenario. If you have anything you wish for me to write, hit me up with a message. xx

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Never Enough | Luke Hemmings (sur Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/lJFfqNKC7Q Wattys 2015 Winner of the People's Choice Award! "You have to realize, of course, that love doesn't always save the people you want to save." Pulling her way through the mayhem that is the NYC fashion industry, twenty-year-old Sierra finds herself hanging onto her dreams and the last shred of sanity she has left when she lands her dream job, the…

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Starfucks // l.h. - thirteen- reagan (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/N6G5zvRLRz in which a girl has an extremely unhealthy obsession with Starbucks and a guy has an extremely unhealthy obsession with sex or "hey, condom kid." "hey, starfucks."

lol another one

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「 it's you // l.h. 」 - 06 \\ ᴛʜᴇɴ (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/VsFDmGJFES 

 "Life is about making choices and it is clear that I suck at that--otherwise, I wouldn't be here standing alone at night, wearing the dress I picked to marry another man, and having hurt a lot of people in the process." 

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People say that you don't know what you have until it's gone--and Allison has learnt that the hard way. 

[cinematicsoph]

cold as ice • a luke hemmings hockey au fanfic masterlist

genre: hockey au, college au, angst, enemies to lovers

warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing, mentions of drug use, mentions of sexual content, sports violence, talks of mental health

summary: Top of her class Aurora Bradford couldn't care less about her college's hockey team, especially golden boy Luke Hemmings. But when she tutors him in English and he teaches her to love skating again, they learn that they may not be that different after all. Unlikely friendships, secrets, and hidden feelings are just the beginning.

status: ongoing (also on wattpad)

taglist: open

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a/n: hey guys! this fic is inspired by that picture of luke and my twitter gc being obsessed with the idea of hockey luke (shoutout to cheetosos ily guys). don't worry, i'm still writing you don't go to parties and will continue to write it until i decide it's finished. i hope you'll enjoy this fic and happy reading <3.

Copyright @ 2022 sophi_quimby. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format by anyone but me

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a perfect contradiction 🖤 🤍 L.H.

Chapter one

Blonde curls had been displaced from a restless nights sleep yet again. It frustrated Luke that the best sleep he had was the few hours leading up to his alarm.

His body ached, muscles sore from tension and head throbbing from a mix of exhaustion, a diet of caffeine and high levels of cortisol and adrenaline coursing through this system.

His hand moved to the back of his right shoulder and he kneaded his fingertips into his skin hoping for some relief. A low groan escaped his lips filling the silent void in his one bed apartment. He allowed himself a brief second to imagine what it would be like to have someone to help take the pain away. The thought fading as quickly as it came. He knew he wasn't worth anybody's time.

[heartbreakhemmings09]

Changes / Luke Hemmings x reader

this is my first imagine, like ever. I’ve been reading a lot though and was inspired to make one. I’m sorry if it’s really bad. :)

It was hard to ignore the way Luke changed over the years. You were his next door neighbour and had been since you both were in preschool. The past two years had been the most drastic change for him though.

Luke Hemmings, the boy who went from an awkward fluff of hair to the long messy curly style he was wearing nowadays.

It wasn't just his appearance that changed though, it seemed that everything had changed in a summer you were at a writers retreat. He seemed to rely on music a lot, and when the rest of his family moved out, a beautiful white piano replaced the dining table. Ben’s room became a collection of the records he had collected, his room that carried him through the teenage years became his music room, a well thought out studio.

The most noticeable change though was his voice - something you got the pleasure of hearing most nights. When he was a teenager, him and his three friends would play around with melodies. Luke's voice was always the strongest, yet he didn't have the control he did now.

You first noticed it when you heard the delicate notes on the piano accompanying it, you were coming back from the mile run you had done and you heard his voice filling the dining room. You stayed at listened for a few moments before going along with your night - feeling like a creep.

You didn't know though, that that would get worse.

The window in your bathroom looked directly into Luke’s bedroom, which used to be his parents. You didn't notice this until a late visit to the bathroom, and you happened to see a bare chested Luke, strumming his guitar with a peaceful smile on his face. You watched for what seemed like a short time, but soon Luke turned off his light and left the bathroom. You snapped out of your trance and went to hop in the shower only to find out you had run out of hot water. You sighed and went back to the lounge.

But of course, Luke knew that.

Luke had never forgotten about you, and when he realised you had become interested in him again, he made sure he put on a show.

The bathroom visits became more frequent for you, Luke made sure of it. He had started working out more, and you couldn't take your eyes off of the way his muscles moved, the way his eyebrows frowned, the sweat gathered on his chest. You couldn't stop watching, you tried to tear your eyes off of him, but you couldn't.

The thought of Luke filled many nights of yours, in the shower, in your bed, in his bed. But it wasn't all sinning acts, you thought about his guitar, the way he looked strumming it, humming a song you didn't recognize, the way he so effortlessly manipulated his voice into the high notes before dragging them. You hadn't heard him sing bad ever. You went to bed with that thought in your mind that night, humming a song you had heard Luke singing.

“Luke, we need you in here.” Luke heard, his eyes snapping away from your bathroom to Michael. His eyes were focused on the way your hair looked behind your eyes, the faces you were making in the mirror which gripped at his heart. “What are you looking at?” Michael asked, joining Luke on his bed. He chuckled once seeing you. “You're perving at your neighbour!” He said with a mocking tone, nudging Luke in the ribs. Luke shook his head. “No I’m not, but she does.” He smirks, locking eyes with Michael.

That day, Luke's mind kept wandering to you, your eyes, hair, lips, hips. Luke couldn't stop thinking about you. “Okay Luke, you said you had some lyrics written down?” Ashton said to him, disturbing Luke once more. “Oh yeah, sorry.” He apologised quickly before grabbing the piece of paper. “Every moment spent, I wish I was with you. And every night I slept, I dreamt I was with you.” The words left his mouth, a smile on his mouth as he thought of you again.

It was a friday night, the night of the party. And you had a deadline to meet. Loud bass disrupted your thoughts, your brain going empty as you looked at Luke's house. You groaned loudly, throwing yourself down on your bed, your head on your pillows. You thought for a moment before getting up.

And now here you were, at Luke's doorstep, the doorstep you were at every Saturday night for dinner when you were 11. You fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, beginning to turn away before the door clicks, meaning it's opening.

And oh my god, Luke Hemmings has never been more beautiful.

His eyes spark as a surprised glint fills them. “Y/N!” He cheerfully greets, pulling you in for a hug, and ohmygod he smells so good. “Come in, please. You haven't been around for so long.” He smiles, grabbing your hand. You try to ignore how smooth his palm is and the way being in his house makes you fall in love with the moment.

“Guys! Look who came!” Luke yells over the music, bringing you over to the three familiar faces. They all looked so different, so grown. They all looked at you, Calum’s and Michael's eyes flicking down your body, smiling gently. Ashton was the first to say anything. “Y/N, you look really nice. It's good to see you after these years.” He came closer, pulling you in for a side hug. Ashton was your favourite of his friends, he was so sweet to you. “I've missed you losers.” You chuckle, all of them nodding and sipping their drink. Luke took your hand delicately. “Would you like a drink darling?” He smiled, linking your pinkies.

It had been about a hour, Luke had left a little while ago and you were standing with Michael's girlfriend, Crystal. “They really have seemed to miss you, Luke was talking about you the other day.” She said, a playful smirk on her lips. “He's changed so much.” You smiled, thinking about the pet name, darling, and the way it dripped off his tongue so easily.

You felt light hands on your waist, and as you turned around, you met Luke's eyes and calmed down, looking at his lips. “Come back to the kitchen? Please.” Luke asked, his hands wandering to your hips. You nodded, noticing Crystal come as well.

“High school was so sucky.” Calum groaned, downing another shot. You all laughed in agreement and placed your head lightly on Luke's chest, his hand respectfully around your collarbones. You craned your head to look up at Luke when a conversation sparked up. He was so pretty, his jawline had defined itself and the light stubble blended into his hair. “Stop staring at Luke Y/N.” Michael teased, making Luke look down and you quickly tear your gaze off oh him.

“You haven't seen the house since everyone moved out.” Luke smiled, taking your hand again, and it was getting harder to ignore the way your heart skipped when he touched you.

You both ignored the calls the boys made, and heard a girl telling them to stop, thanks Crystal.

You both made your way up the stairs, the conversation easily flowing between you, jokes about high school and blushes following you both. He led to a room. “This is my room now.” he said, gesturing to the warmly lit room. “It's really nice.” But of course, you knew that. This is the room you had been looking into for the past six months.

Luke knew that too, and the slight tint of pink covering your cheeks just confirmed it. You both sat on his bed, his legs crossing. The room went quiet, a comfortable silence falling down the walls as you laid back on the bed and smiled slightly at how soft it was. “I've really missed you Y/N.” Luke broke the silence, his voice quiet.

You sat up and looked at him. “I’ve missed you as well Lukey.” You repeated, bringing out the nickname.

“I meant so many times to call, to come over, to do anything to get you to pay attention to me.” he said, sentimental eyes locking onto your eyes. You felt yourself blush as you placed a hand on his cheek. His eyes fluttered down as he leaned into your touch.

“Luke.” You whispered, and he opened his eyes slowly. “You've changed so much.” You chuckled, running your hands through his messy curls. “So have you.”

You both stared at each other, your hands fumbling with the hem of your skirt again, before you felt Luke's hands on top of yours. “You really do look nice tonight darling.” He complimented, making you silent. He chuckled lightly before bringing his hands to himself.

“Lukey.” You quietly said, positioning yourself closer to him. “Yes love?” He asked, stretching his legs out, his lips looking pinker than when the night started. With a flip in your heart, you pushed your lips to his. A fire igniting in your stomach.

You let out a shaky breath after you pulled back, looking down, feeling heat on your cheeks. “Y/N.” Luke whispered, placing a hand on your cheek before pulling you on top of him, your legs straddling his thighs. You moaned softly at the feeling of his muscles under you.

He tangled his hand in your hair as he kissed you softly, his tongue slowly licking your bottom lip, wrapping your arms around his neck as you squeeze your body against his. “Y/N” he moaned softly, pulling back from you.

“I’ve wanted that for so long.” You laughed, your hand at the base of his neck.

“I know, your bathroom window isn't tinted.” he giggled, pulling you back in before you could process what he said.

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What Happened Next? (on Wattpad) http://w.tt/22SiiDP This is so much more than a happy love story. The betrayal and lies add up to where MKay (em-kay) can't handle what the truth might hold. The definite truth is that she loves Luke and would do anything to be with him. Even betray her family. In this compelling love story, she will discover what true love means, change her mind on major decisions she thought she didn't have to make, and restore balance to her family.

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Thank you guys so much for 100 followers! I seriously never thought this blog would hit five. I'm on mobile right now because my computer crashed and im currently saving up for another one. You guys rock! So the fic im writing is Luke and it's about being the new girl. But I'm not too sure about posting it so if you could leave some thoughts on if I should or not that'd be great! I love you all! -Kelsey :)

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1. If you’re an aspiring writer, or just want to get your writing out there, please submit! I love it when people submit their awesome writing!

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6. I’ve decided to change our URL to lukehemmingswriting because, let’s be real, this blog isn’t 100% dedicated to Luke fanfics. (We will still reblog them though!)

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cold as ice [prologue]

Cold as Ice - Prologue

Rating: PG-13 ish

Warning: swearing

Word Count: 349 words

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You know those people that you just automatically hate even before you fully meet them? Yeah, that's me with "Mr. Golden Boy," Luke Hemmings. Look, I'm sure the guy is nice, and while I hate to admit it—he's a damn good hockey player too. But the guy just pisses me off. He's just so cocky, which I guess if you are as good of a hockey player as he is you would be. No, he didn't do anything to me in the past to make me hate him, hell he hasn't even done anything now to make me hate him. He just...exists.

Maybe I'm being petty. Look, I've worked my ass off to get to this school and the top of my class. Meanwhile, he scores a couple of winning goals at a few hockey games and he gets everything he's ever wanted. Not only are his parents super rich, but he also got in on a full scholarship. I had to work for months to fill out my applications and be accepted. It doesn't seem fair.

"Ms. Bradford? May I speak to you quickly?" My teacher calling my name pulls me out of my daydream. At first, I was worried she was going to bitch at me for daydreaming in class until I remembered she gave us work time. As I walk up to her desk, she dismisses everyone else since the class is over. I notice someone walk through the door out of the corner of my eye but don't bother checking who it is.

"Is everything all right?"

"Yes, of course. As you know, Aurora, you are currently at the top of my class. I know you also volunteer as a tutor and teacher assistant in your spare time. I was wondering if you would be so kind as to tutor a student of mine at a different time than you who is struggling a little bit."

"Oh! Yeah, of course. No problem at all. Who is it?"

"That would be me," a timid voice from behind me says.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

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A/N: hey guys! this fic is inspired by a specific picture of luke and my twitter gc being obsessed with the idea of hockey luke (shoutout to cheetosos ily guys). don't worry, i'm still writing you don't go to parties and will continue to write it until i decide it's finished. i have so many ideas and things in store for 2023! if you go to my tumblr (https://www.tumblr.com/quimbysophi)  you will see all the ideas :). i hope you'll enjoy this fic and happy reading <3.

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