#luke hemmings will be the death of me

[louistomlindork]

may i present

the world’s sexiest mother fucker

i’m foaming at the mouth

[edge-oftheworld]

just reminding you that luke can sing p!atd songs with very little effort and makes the vocal range required seem a lot easier than it actually is and has such a smooth transition between his chest voice and head voice that it’s hard to tell the difference and this makes a lot of 5sos songs very difficult to sing actually but you wouldn’t realise it til you try

[plushyluke]

ashton’s “kenergy” parallels

[joshlmbrt]

˚ ✦.·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚ SOMEONE WHO LOVES YOU WOULDN’T DO THIS | e. munson x reader

w; part of ‘truck driver!dad!eddie universe’ - but can be read as a standalone, parent death, grieving, mentions of pregnancy, eddie has a sister, usage of pet names, mentions of past alcoholic father

playlist; even if we try - night beds, infinity street - richard walters, let down - radiohead, a quick one before the eternal worm devours connecticut - have a nice life, family line - conan gray, waiting room - phoebe bridgers, motion sickness - phoebe bridgers, happier than ever - billie eilish, mum - luke hemmings, i’m tired - labrinth, zendaya, solas - gibran alcocer, think of me once in a while, take care - take care

an; this one is a bit deeper, i apologize. but i hope you all enjoy :)

NOVEMBER 15TH, 1989

Eddie didn’t know why he was here in a hospital waiting room, waiting for any news for the man who caused him torment for most of his life until had kicked him out of the trailer. 

His knuckles rests against his chin as his eyes stare at the shiny floor. He’d left work without a word. He still smelled of grease and had tied the arms of his work uniform around his waist. He still hadn’t called you or Wayne. He knew you’d be getting worried, especially if Warren, his boss, had called and asked if everything was okay at your end. 

He glances up at the time, standing from the uncomfortable chair that had made his lower half numb from sitting. He walked towards an exit - he needed a smoke and to call you. 

He’s reaching into his pocket, pulling a cigarette from the pack and lights the stick with shaky hands. He hadn’t had one in almost three months, trying to stop since you were pregnant. 

He broke his streak all because of his father - if he could even call him that. 

His eyes land on a pay phone when he blows out some smoke, walking towards it. He lifts the phone from the receiver, pulling his wallet from the pocket on his shirt, fishing out some quarters. 

He slots two into the machine, deciding to call Wayne first. He still needed to collect his thoughts on what to say to you. He knew as soon as he heard your caring and tender voice, he’d break down. 

It picks up after the third ring. “Hello?” 

Maybe he shouldn’t have called anyone. He can feel the burning of tears. 

“Hello?” Wayne repeats. 

“Uh,” Eddie clears his throat. “Alan’s in the hospital.” Eddie used to call him Dad, of course. But now that he’s older, he feels like he never earned that title. 

It’s silent on the other end and Eddie glances towards the door where he can see a nurse in green scrubs leave a room. He brings the cigarette to his lips and inhales deeply. 

Eddie clears his throat again, looking towards the silver keypad. “If you… wanna come to the hospital, I’m here too.” 

Wayne asks if you’re there with him. 

“No, she’s… she’s still at home. Would you mind-”

“No. I don’t mind pickin’ her up. We’ll be there soon.” The line goes dead before he could even say anything. He looks at the last two quarters he had laid out before slotting them into the machine again. 

You pick up on the second ring. 

“Hello? Eds?” 

His heart clenches a bit and brows pinch together. “Hi, sweetheart.” He hears a sigh on the other end. 

“Baby, jesus. Are you okay? Where did you go when you left work? Why didn’t you call me? I was worried sick when Warren called me and told me you left in a hurry.” 

He scratches at his throat with his ring and pinky - he’s trying to sooth the knot forming in his throat. He shakes his head to himself - don’t cry. Do not cry. He doesn’t deserve the tears. “I’m okay, sweetheart, don’t worry your head,” The cigarette seemed to have burned faster and he hisses quietly when the heat tingles at his fingers. He drops it to the ground, stomping it out with the toe of his boot before picking it up from the ground. 

“Wayne is coming to pick you up.” He says. 

“What? Why? Eddie, honey, what’s going on?” 

His fingers scratch at his temple and he shifts on his weight. “I… I’m at the hospital. And before you freak out, I’m okay. At least, I think I am. It’s kind of hard to know what I’m feeling right now. Or understand it.” 

And he wasn’t lying - there were a bunch of emotions swirling around his mind and he didn't know which one stood out more. 

Bitterness because his life was actually turning around - he’d gotten into school to study for truck driving and he was doing excellent. He was about to have his own little family with you. And now, somehow, Alan had wiggled his way back into his life even if he didn’t know it just yet. 

Anger because there was nothing he could do besides sit there and feel as if he’s losing someone - something - who was never in his life and doesn’t deserve an ounce of sympathy. 

Shame because he's feeling that anger bubble up in his chest when he knows Alan never really knew how to be a father so he can’t blame him fully for his actions. 

“Baby, I'm so sorry,” Your voice is soft and it sounds like it cracks at the end of your apology that you shouldn’t even be giving him. Because he doesn’t care. 

Right? 

“Wayne and I will be there soon. He just pulled in,” There’s a small weight lifted off his shoulders knowing that he won’t be alone in his thoughts much longer. “Have you tried to call Jess?” 

The weight is added back on. Jessica, his oldest sister who he hasn’t spoken to since she had left, doesn’t know anything. He doesn’t even know if she would answer the phone. 

“No.” He finally says. 

You let out a small sigh, deciding to drop the subject since you know how tender it is. “Okay. That’s okay, honey. We’ll be there soon, okay? I love you.” 

There’s a small catch in his throat and he blinks away the tears that had dried up once, and decided to come back. “I love you.” 

The line goes dead on the other in and he’s placing the telephone back onto the receiver, sniffing when his nose starts to tingle. He stuffs his hands into his pockets, walking towards the doors he exited out of. 

His fingers graze over two quarters and he stops in his tracks. 

He turns back towards the phone and pulls the telephone from the receiver once again, slotting the coins in and punches in Jessica’s number. He’s hoping it’s the same number or he would just be embarrassed by punching in the number of a ghost sister.

The phone picks up and he holds his breath. 

“Hello?” 

It’s Jessica. And the only way he knows is because he sounds like their mother - soft-spoken with a hint of raspiness around the edges of the spoken words. 

“Uh, Jessica?” He asks, even though he knows for sure it’s her. 

“Eddie? What’s going on? You okay?” 

“I don’t exactly know,” He says truthfully. “Dad’s in the hospital. The doctor said he doesn’t have long.”

It’s silent on the other end. He wonders if she is feeling the way he feels at the moment. Confused and conflicted about the way he feels. 

For a moment, he thinks she’s hung up the phone and walked away like she did before. 

He doesn’t blame her. 

But then again, he hates that this is the only time that they’ll talk until something else happens. Eddie and Jessica are the same - whether they like to admit it or not. 

There’s a small sniffle over the other end. “I don’t know why you’re calling me about it. I could care less. Let him die.” 

That makes Eddie’s heart clench a little, eyes closing slowly as his brows pinch together. “You… You can’t even try to come down. To see me at least?” 

“A car works both ways, Eddie.” 

The line goes dead then.

He stares at the telephone when he pulls it from the curtain of curls and blinks, a tear rolling down his flushed cheek. It’s bitter outside and Eddie can’t help but think why didn’t I bring a coat? 

Why did this have to happen? 

What’s next? 

It only takes thirty more minutes after the call with Jessica to see you walk in. 

You pause in front of his seat, fingers brushing back the fringe that rests against his forehead. “Hi, sugar. I’m here.” It’s soft spoken and the world seems to shatter then. 

His shoulders shakes as he sobs, fingers pressing into his eye sockets before his arms wrap around your waist, face pressing into the small bump that was hiding under the sweatshirt you wore. 

Your eyes tear up from his sobs, a gut wrenching, soul crushing sob that comes deep from burying it inside a metaphorical glass bottle - it shatters and leaks over. 

Because you thought you could handle one more thing going inside that bottle. 

-

His head rests on your shoulder and Wayne had gone back first to see Alan. 

‘It’ll give you a bit of time.’ 

Your thumb traces over his knuckles and you lift your shoulder slightly to catch his attention. “You okay, baby?” 

He nods, lifting his head as he sniffles, nose red. He lifts his hand, wiping at his wet cheeks. He opens his mouth but you’re quick to cut him off. 

“It’s okay,” He turns to look at you, brown eyes swimming in tears. His chin wobbles. Your hand lifts and you give him a small smile. “You don’t have to say anything right now. I know it’s confusing how you feel. But when you’re ready to talk, I’ll listen for however long you need me too.” 

He nods, cheek sliding against your palm. There’s a clearing of a throat that catches his attention. He sees Wayne, a man who he’s only seen cry twice. 

When Mary passed away - Eddie’s aunt who made the best homemade cobblers and had a singing voice you could never forget. 

And when his own mother passed. A woman who smelled of cinnamon and hints of vanilla honey. A woman who truly was an angel and would do anything for anyone. 

This makes Eddie’s third time seeing Wayne’s swollen eyes. 

He’s crying for his brother now. 

“You can, uh-” He pauses, clearing his throat as he shifts on his tired feet, blinking a couple of times as he sniffs. “You can go back and see him.” 

Eddie looks over at you and you smile at him softly, leaning in to press a kiss to his temple. “I’m right here.” You whisper softly. 

His eyes close momentarily and he nods against your lips before standing slowly. 

His steps are slow, his mind's racing, and his hands are fuzzy. He makes a fist a couple of times before shaking them out. 

The last time he’s seen Alan was when his face was plastered on the news for a break and entering he was running from - now he’s in a bed with tubes poked into his arm. 

His breath hitches and he flinches when the heavy door closes. 

He glances over his shoulder before walking towards the right side of bed, staring down at his hand. His own hand twitches at his side. 

He lifts it, fingers tracing over the course and rough skin of his fathers hand. He watches as Alan’s fingers twitch and his eyes dart up towards his face. 

His eyes are heavy, but they're open. 

“Why did you hate me?” It’s coming out of his mouth before he can stop himself. He didn’t know what he wanted to say, or what he was going to say - but that wasn’t in his mind. 

“Why did you hate us?” 

There’s a slow blink and a small quirk at the corner of his lips. Eddie’s brows pinches and he feels the all too familiar sting in his eyes as he notices it. 

Even near death, he’s a man dulled by any sort of emotion. 

Eddie leans down slowly. “I’m so glad I’ll never be like you,” There’s a certain fire to his voice - raw emotion that makes the words crack. “Mom deserved better than you. Jess deserved a better father than you. I deserved better,” 

His hands clench at the bedsheets. “Why? Why did you do what you did?” 

He sees a small quirk in Alan’s lips again, anger burning in his chest when he hears the flatline. His head whips around before his hands grip at the hospital gown covering his chest. 

“No! No! Why?! I want an answer! I deserve an answer!” The doors are opening and he feels a tugging at his arm. “No! Get off of me!” His arms slip from the grip and his arms are gripping at the tattooed arms of Alan Munson’s dead body. 

“Wake up, you coward!” 

“Eddie!” 

“I hate you! I’m glad you’re dead! I wished you would’ve died sooner!” 

He’s sobbing and hitting Alan's chest, but he’s still babbling, ‘why? Why did you make me feel this way?’. 

Your hands pull at his arms, pulling him away from the lifeless body who left in silence again like he always did. 

Eddie’s head drops onto your shoulder, knees buckling as he grabs at your shirt. Your hands smooth back his hair as your eyes watch them roll Alan away. 

Wayne’s hand meets the back of his neck, gripping softly. Eddie chokes out another sob and turns to lean into Wayne. Your forehead leans against Eddie’s back. 

Wayne’s eyes close, a hand cupping the back of Eddie’s head. “It’s okay… It’s okay, son.” 

Wayne has to keep Eddie’s legs from buckling, his arm wrapping around his back and keeping him up straight as he sags into him. 

-

NOVEMBER 20TH, 1989

There’s a certain distinct smell to old photos. 

Eddie couldn’t describe it if he could, but he still pulls the photo up to his nose, eyes closing as he inhales, hoping to catch a whiff of the day that was frozen in time permanently. 

His hand pulls away from his nose dejectedly, finger tracing over the small version of him standing in front of his mom, her hand placed on top of the sunflower floppy hat that she always loved to wear on sunny picnic days. 

He always remembers those days. She would try her best - make finger sandwiches, little lemon bars, and pack some fruit and chips on the side - and Alan would sip a cheap beer on the open field, eyes filled with a certain emotion Eddie could never place when he was younger. 

Now he thinks he could place it - Anger. Resentment. 

“I hope he looks like you.” Eddie flinches when he hears your voice. He has no energy to turn and look at you - he feels angry at himself that he can’t, but you’d never hold it against him. 

He feels you sit down on the rough carpet, the feeling of sandpaper scraping against the palm of your hands when you make a small noise. You lean into his side, pushing an unruly curl away from his cheek. 

“You okay?” You whisper softly. 

His thumb traces over the picture, blinking slowly. “I remember this day,” He says instead. Your eyes cut away from him and look at the photo. There’s a small smile that plays on his lips. “It was Wayne, Jess, Mom, and I only… That was one of our happier picnics.” 

You smile and reach out to turn his hand a bit so you can take a better look at the photo. “She's beautiful. Now I know where you get your looks from.”

He smiles a bit and places it in the keep pile. There weren't many photos he was keeping. 

The throw away pile was a bit more. 

The next photo he pulls from the shoe box that had chewed holes from rats and a tear in the side was one that made him stop a bit. 

Alan sits on the ratty flannel recliner that he always refused to get rid of, a beer bottle in his hand while Eddie sits on his lap. 

Blind by child joy, he’s grinning - two missing teeth - as he waves at the camera, baby hairs stuck to his forehead. 

Alan sits back, mouth pulled into a frown as he stares at the camera. 

Your hand rubs at his back.

“He couldn’t even hold me right.” 

You know what’s coming when your ears pick up on the catch in his voice. 

He turns to look at you, lip wobbling as he shakes his head. “Why did he hate me so much?” 

Your head tilts and you pull him closer to your chest, holding his head when you feel his shoulders start to shake. 

You couldn’t answer that even if you wished you could. 

-

There’s a knock at the door. Eddie glances over at you, shifting in the bed as he pulls the covers up more over your shoulder. 

He places a kiss against your forehead, smiling softly when he notices your nose scrunches softly. 

He turns and walks towards the living room, flipping on a light. He unlocks the door and swings it open. 

“Hey.” 

He’s a bit sleep disoriented from the little sleep he had. He blinks. “Jessica?” 

She smiles softly. “I, uh… I couldn’t come to the funeral.” It’s too final. I don’t want to see him again. 

He nods. “It’s okay.” I understand. You don’t have to apologize. 

She scratches at her neck and clears her throat, a tell. He steps closer, staring at her for a moment, nodding slightly. 

It’s choked but a sound leaves her throat and she tries blinking away the tears. His arms wrap around her neck, her own arms immediately wrapping around his side. 

“I’m sorry,” She breathes out shakily. “I’m so, so sorry. I should’ve… I should’ve been there with you.” 

He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize. You did what I wished I could.” He pulls away, giving her a small smile - it’s shaky. 

“It’s… I should’ve called you more. I should’ve come to visit you more. Now… now you’re gonna be a dad.” 

He smiles softly, nodding. “And you’re gonna be an aunt.” 

The laugh she lets out is watery and she wraps her arms around his neck again. “You’re gonna be the best dad.” 

His eyes squeeze shut at that because he’s been afraid. Afraid that he’ll become his dad even when he doesn’t want to. 

“I’m so proud of you, Eds.” It’s whispered. 

He lets out a little sigh, eyes peeking up at the stars. He watches as one shoots across. 

Hi, Mom. I miss you. 

“I’m proud of you too, Jess.”

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— @stveharringtn 2024

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[suchalonelysunflower]

Sinners and Saints (a.i)

Y/N Hemmings is the daughter of one of the most famous mafia bosses in the country. But after one bad job, her brother Jack is killed and Luke is nowhere to be found. Desperate, Y/N defies her family and goes to the rival mafia boss, Ashton Irwin, looking for help since no one is doing anything to find Luke. He accepts with only one condition: She has to stay with them in their compound and work for Ashton even after they find her brother. And, against her better judgement, she accepts cause after all, no one wins in a game filled with sinners and saints.

“Don’t blame me for what you made me do”

Pairing: Mafia! Ashton Irwin x Fem! Reader

Content warnings: Violence, guns, blood, murder, domestic abuse, drugs, alcohol, torture, smut (explicit), language, conspiracies, verbal abuse, physical abuse, suicide, gangs, death, kidnapping. Among others

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Chapter One: Den of Vipers

Chapter Two: Villain

[bartxnhood]

it’s not over | l.h

luke hemmings x reader

summary: based on this request

warnings: heavy angst, parent death, fluff at the end, all that heavy stuff

a/n: to the anon that requested this, i really hope you’re okay. message me whenever you need. i’m sending you all the love and support 🫶🏻

requests open

not proofread

Copyright © 2023 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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you'd been staring at the wall for what felt like hours, which was most likely the case. as your eyes burned holes into the wall, your thoughts were nothing. You wanted to disappear, vanish into thin air.

you wished that you could stop thinking. simply to stop thinking for the day and shut down. go lay down or just turn off for the day. but you knew if you stopped thinking then you’d cry.

you hated crying, it always made your head hurt. she always hated to watch you cry because you were her world and she wanted to take your pain away.

the house was silent, and empty even with you sitting on the sofa. but yet, you didn’t feel like you were all there. your heart beating at a steady pace but you wanted to rip it out, just to feel something.

how could anyone expect you to be the same after this?

you wish it wouldn't hurt so much. but you wish it could tear you apart at the same time. to feel pain is to feel something, and you were terrified of not feeling it.

you were still staring at the wall, she was gone and you were still here. you wish it was the other way around, you needed your mom she was the only person who knew everything. any concerns you had, if you were sick she was there, if you got hurt she was there, she was always with you and now she was gone. it wasn’t fair.

luke wanted to be with you, it was killing him that he was hours away from doing a show but thankfully, they were able to cancel. because nothing will ever be as important as you were. the shows could wait, he’d put his whole life away just to be with you.

it was so unexpected. you got a call one night from another family member. ‘she’s gone’ and that was all it took for you to have a breakdown, calling luke until he answered to break the news and you cried on the phone for hours begging him to come home because you needed him.

you were pulled from your thoughts as the pounding on your front door continued. you stood up walked over to the door and opened it, luke stood there and when he saw your face he could’ve cried himself. your eyes were so empty, almost black, your skin was pale. you looked dead yourself.

when you saw luke, the watergate opened again. he immediately wrapped his arms around you. “she’s gone, luke” you cried into his shoulder, letting your tears soak into his sweatshirt. “i know..” he sighed, rubbing your back. he closed the door using his foot and walked you over to the sofa without letting you go.

“i don’t know what to do” you confessed, you finally pulled away to look at him. oh how you missed him. “live” he answered while wiping away the tears from your cheeks with his thumb. “you have to live” he repeated, looking into your eyes searching for something. anything. “luke..” the tears rushed from your eyes again as you let out a broken sob. he brought you back into his embrace letting your cry again. it was so hard for him to sit by and do nothing. he was powerless, all he found do is let you cry in his arms as he tried his best to comfort you. he wished he could take away all of your pain and suffering, and hold it in his heart so you’d never have to feel this way. “she wasn’t supposed to go..”

he felt his chest tighten as you said that, his arms held you tighter. tears of his own threatened to fall, but he tried to stay strong for you. “i know..i know..” he rubbed your back. he knew how much you loved and adored your mother, so it wasn’t fair to you that this was happening.

“you’ll be okay” he added, pushing you from his shoulder so he could look at you. “you are strong, you are so brave, and you’re gonna get through this. you’re just like her.” he encouraged, but still, you couldn’t face the truth. “lu..” he kissed your nose, “you’ll be fine, we’ll be fine, you’ll overcome this. okay?” you nodded.

god, you hoped you could survive this.

you weren’t sure how long you laid there, with you on his chest as he rubbed shapes on your back, or how long he’d pet your hair, tucking strands behind your ear. you had stopped crying at some point, but your eyes still burned.

“you still awake?” luke asked, and you nodded. “have you eaten?” but you didn’t answer this time, you just laid there staring at the wall again. “y/n?” he looked down just to make sure you were still there. “no,” you answered. of course, you haven’t eaten, how could you? “you need to eat” you closed your eyes, sighing. he was right but you just couldn’t get yourself to do it.

luke sat up, moving you along with him. “i’ll make you something.” you grabbed his hand not wanting him to leave you alone. “y/n” he looked at you but you just shook your head. “i’ll be right in the kitchen, we’ll eat and then we can go to bed. you need the rest, and then we’ll just take it one day at a time, okay?” his hand caressed your cheek his eyes were pleading. just let him take care of you. “promise?”

“i promise” he kissed your forehead.

[nicksbestie]

Relaxing Is Work

Ouch. This one is a lot. Would not read if you’re not in a stable place tbh. If you choose to read I hope you enjoy it! There’s fluff mixed in too.

pairing: luke hemmings x reader

word count: 1610

warnings: mental health issues, mentions of disordered eating, anxiety, overworking (if i missed any lmk)

summary: Luke is burning out and you’ve got to get through to him.

<3

Luke was burning out. You could tell. He’d been at the studio for days on end, wearing himself raw, trying to write new songs and get things put together. You couldn’t blame him. He wasn’t sixteen anymore, but he was used to his life when he was: nonstop touring and working, no breaks. It was painfully visible it was starting to take a toll on him.

He knew you could tell. He knew everyone could tell. Despite that, he kept working himself. The rest of the band were getting increasingly worried for his health, both physical and mental. As he does, Luke worried about them when he should’ve been worrying about himself. He was basically trying to wait on them hand and foot when they had a bad day, but refusing to let them help him and insisting he was fine every time the tables were turned.

Your phone rang. It was Ashton calling. That fact was alarming enough, Ashton never calls unless he has to. It’s always a quick “Hey! Can we meet up at xyz to talk?”, or it was a text conversation. These facts being stated, you quickly picked up the phone.

“Ash?”

Anxiety was seeping into your tone, given all circumstances surrounding you. He noticed easily.

“Hey. Do you have a minute to talk? It’s important.”

“Yes of course. Luke’s working on some guitar stuff downstairs. What’s up?”

He sighed through the line.

“It’s exactly that. He’s working himself to death. Get him off the guitar. I told him to take today off. Has he eaten recently?”

You thought about it, and realized you hadn’t seen him this morning, so genuinely you didn’t know if he had.

“I’ll go check on him. Do you want to talk? I can put you on speaker if you want.”

“It’s okay. Just keep me on the line for a minute? He’s been a little snappy lately, probably from lack of rest.”

It didn’t take you long to reach the extra bedroom you had helped Luke convert into a home studio.

You knocked, but upon receiving no answer, walked in. You found Luke with headphones on and a guitar in his lap, clearly frustrated. Gently tapping his shoulder as to not scare him, you notified him of your presence in the room. He shot you a tired smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Hey Luke. Ash says you need to get off the guitar and that he told you to take the day off. Have you eaten anything recently?”

Luke’s smile dropped into a frown, dangerously bordering on a glare.

“You can tell Ashton that he’s not my fucking parent. And yes, I’ve eaten.” he snapped, turning back around and replacing the headphones over top of his ears.

“I assume you heard that?” you spoke to Ashton, knowing he was most likely listening.

“Yea. I did. Can I talk to him?” he asked, exhaustion evident in his voice.

You handed the phone over to Luke wordlessly, and walked out of the room. You went back to the kitchen, confirming there were no dishes on the table, in the sink, or in the dishwasher. There was an obvious lack of takeout containers anywhere. If Luke actually had eaten, clearly it wasn’t much.

You had no idea what Ashton was saying to him, but it was either threatening or words that would inspire the holy spirit himself, because ten minutes later, Luke walked into the kitchen and returned your phone, making a beeline to lay down on the couch, eyes almost immediately closing.

It took you a solid three seconds to get into the living room and sit on what space was left next to him, softly rubbing his back. He wasted no time in adjusting his laying position to put his head in your lap, silently prompting you to play with his hair. You laughed and obliged, running your other hand through his curls he decided to grow out, still leaving one hand resting on the small of his back. Luke was a physical touch magnet, this trait amplified by ten when he was upset or stressed.

You didn’t want to disturb him, but you knew you two needed to talk now or he would never want to.

“Luke?”

A muffled groan answered you, and then he turned his face to where he could be audible, but not dislodge your hand from his hair.

“We need to talk baby. You’re not okay.”

You tried to lighten the blow of your words by a soft kiss to his head, before your hand resumed running through his curls. His face was turned away from you, and you caught a telltale sniffle. You quickly lifted his head off your lap, helping him sit up against you, given that he was basically exhausted dead weight now.

Sure enough, there were tears streaming down his face. You wiped them away with your thumbs, resting your forehead against his before speaking.

“You can’t do this to yourself angel. You’re continuing to work yourself to the bone, and that’s not healthy. I know you’re used to it, and I am so proud of everything you’ve accomplished in the past. But for now, you’ve got to take a break.”

His eyes were still welling, and as you looked into them you truly saw how tired your boy was.

“I can’t just not work. I have to prove I’m good enough so the guys want me there.”

Your heart shattered.

“Luke Hemmings. Ashton called today to get you out of your studio and tell you you needed to not do anything. You work your ass off for this band. You have come so far, and accomplished so much. It is okay to rest. The guys love you like a brother, and they would rather you take a break and be happy, then have a run down lead singer. In the nicest way, you are no good for the band like this baby.”

Everything seemed to hit him like a train, and he just broke, chest heaving with sobs. You held him, and just let him cry it out. You knew he’d crash soon and fall asleep, and you’d be there to lift him and take him to your shared bed. True to your assumption, his crying ceased after a long while, and he fell asleep against you, not before weakly smiling at your whispered “I love you, angel.”

Your gym sessions had paid off, and his weight wasn’t nearly anything you couldn’t handle, which raised a new concern. He shouldn’t be something that was considered “light” for you to carry. Life had been absolutely destroying your boy from the inside and outside, and he had put on a brave face and dealt with it all alone. You felt like crying at just the thought.

You woke up the next morning to an overly cuddly Luke, surprising, but not unwelcome. You made sure he ate that morning, offering gentle praise and encouragement helping him when he needed it. Everything you could do to make him feel loved, you did. He needed something? You made sure it got done. He was your main priority, for as long as he needed help. You mentioned therapy as an option, knowing he may want to talk to someone unbiased. Ashton also offered his help, seeing as he had been where Luke was. Unsurprisingly, Luke chose Ashton.

You two were laying in your bed again, Luke having wanted more downtime. You were happy to adhere to it. A movie was playing on the TV, but neither of you were paying much attention, both curled up in each other’s presence. You had gotten a back piece before you met him, a mandala that covered the top half of your back. It was solely black and white line work, you having no plans to fill it in. Luke was absentmindedly tracing it with his fingers, before an idea seemed to pop into his head.

“I’ll be right back.”

He quickly got out of bed and scurried off into another room in the house, returning with a handful of something you couldn’t quite see.

“Can I?” he asked, looking at you like a child pleading for ice cream, brandishing a rainbow handful of markers he found. It was impossible to say no. He seemed to take your momentary hesitation as a declination.

“It’d help me relax…” he trailed off, face falling. You quickly smiled at him. He lit up like a kid on Christmas.

“Of course you can. Anything you want. Let me know where you want me to make it easier for you.”

Soon you were situated on your stomach, facing the tv, with Luke sitting cross legged next to you, picking a marker colour to start with. You could tell he was gently colouring, trying not to hurt you. He couldn’t be colouring very effectively.

“Luke.”

“Hm?”

“I’m not gonna break baby. Don’t worry about hurting me. It can’t be as bad at the tattoo itself.”

“Mhm.”

You turned your head to steal a glance at him. He was hunched over, golden brown curls fallen over his eyes, smiling with his tongue between his teeth. You hadn’t seen him smile like that in ages. It was a real smile. Fighting the urge to sit up and kiss him, you turned back to the tv, trying to catch up on the movie. You almost fell asleep with the gentle pressure of felt marker tips against your back.

Whatever makes him happy. As long as he keeps smiling. He’ll get out of this. You know it, and you’ll walk through hell and back for him until he does.

hope you liked!

[louistomlindork]

UM HELLO I LITERALLY CAN’T BREATHE

HE’S GIVING US LIP RING CONTENT IN 2022 ????

[bratzforchris]

Love Me Harder (Chapter I)

In which a ruthless, violent gang member meets the innocent girl from his past ♡

Author's note: hehehehe the first chapter! I'm not sure how long this will be but I'm sosososo excited!

Prologue and content warnings: here

Chapter 1

Melody blinked open her eyes, surveying the room around her. This wasn't her room, or even her home. The walls were plain grey, compared to the pink of her bedroom in her apartment. The sheets were rather rough, quite the opposite of her satin pillowcases at home. What shocked the sleep from her eyes, though, was the man laying next to her.

Luke was lying next to her shirtless. He was scrolling on his phone, blond curls messy, but Melody could tell by his body language that he knew she was awake.

"Oh. You're awake." Luke said, turning to face her with no emotion in his voice whatsoever.

The girl groaned, running a hand across her face and through her brassy, blonde hair as she recalled the events of last night. She wasn't proud of them, by any means, but she also felt...different somehow.

It was meant to be simple. Luke was going to drive her home, just to make sure she got there safely. Despite all their differences and where Luke had been for the last few years, they were still friends (Luke would say they were acquaintances). Besides, Luke Hemmings wasn't the type of man to say no to a free fuck. Not that Melody had implied that, but the blond was a man that took what he wanted. And so, she had naively gotten into Luke's car.

"Do you wanna go back to mine?" he asked, speeding down the empty interstate.

"...I thought you were taking me home?" the girl asked, raising a brow.

"I mean if you want," he sighed. "I just thought you'd wanna see how much I've changed."

"Do you even remember my name?" Melody asked incredulously.

"Of course I do." Luke kept his eyes trained on the road.

Melody didn't know what drove her to do it. Maybe it was the desire to do something wild after a public breakup. Or maybe it was that stupid crush she'd so foolishly had on the blond that was trying to resurface. Whatever it was, she found herself saying yes to Luke's questions, eyeing him up and down.

He had grown taller, if that were even possible and had grown his blond hair out to shoulder length. She could see some of the tattoos peeking out of his collar. They looked like symbols, but of what she wasn't sure. Melody had always known Luke was in a gang. That was part of the reason why she tried so hard to tutor him. She wanted to give him a sense of belonging that wasn't clouded by violence.

"Y'know, I always thought you were really damn pretty." Luke said as he cut the engine.

The pair had arrived at Luke's house. It wasn't rough, by any means. In fact, if you passed the townhome on the edge of the city from the outside, you'd probably think Luke had some sort of respectable career. A teacher or a nurse, maybe. Definitely not a gang leader.

"You did?" the girl asked, tucking some hair behind her ear.

"Mhm," Luke leaned over the center console of his black Jaguar and took her chin in his ring-clad hand. "You're fuckin' hot, Mels."

Melody blushed, melting under Luke's gaze. She knew it was bad; this boy, the life that he lived, the way she was melting like syrup under gaze, but she couldn't stop. She saw the potential of who Luke could be.

Just as he leaned in to kiss her, Melody's phone began to ping incessantly, a wave of texts from her now-ex boyfriend apologizing for how "sorry" he was. Luke snatched the phone from her hands, reading the messages with a death-glare on his face.

"Fuck that asshole." he growled, completely shutting the phone down and tossing it in the backseat.

The girl blushed and grinned as Luke leaned forward again and roughly began to make out with her. The rings on his fingers were pushing into her throat, which would definitely leave a mark tomorrow. If Luke was a magician, the way he made out was his magic. His tongue moved against Melody's in a way that was fighting for dominance, while also giving into her every need. Luke snuck his hand under her shirt and began to feel along her back, finding the clasp for her bra.

"Should we take this inside, sexy?" he asked, his tongue still against hers, lips swollen from kissing.

Despite every alarm in her brain telling her not to, Melody nodded eagerly. She had only been with Luke for one hour and he was already like a drug to her. She needed him. She needed to feel his body on hers and give into that yearning she had felt for so long. The ten seconds it took for Luke to come from the driver's side to her side felt like an eternity without his lips on hers.

The couple roughly made out all the way to the front door and all the way up to Luke's bedroom and onto his bed. One thing had led to another, which led them to where they were now.

Condoms were strewn across the room. Melody's clothing from last night lay in a heap at the foot of the bed, with Luke's entangled in there too. The sheets were a mess, covered in white stains. But none of that mattered when Luke rolled over onto his side to look at her. She could clearly see his bare hip peeking out from under the covers and his already-erect dick creating a small tent under the sheets.

"Round two before you go?" Luke asked, voice sultry.

Melody felt her heart drop. She should have known Luke only wanted one thing from her. He didn't miss her, he hardly remembered her. She was just an easy target for a quick hookup last night. Hurriedly grabbing her clothes from the end of the bed, Melody changed into the smelly, bar-and-sex-scented clothes.

"They were right about you." she huffed, sliding out of bed and grabbing her purse from the floor.

Luke cocked a brow, looking at her curiously. "Who was?"

"Everyone," the girl was on the verge of tears, but she wouldn't give Luke the satisfaction of that. "Everyone who told you were a bad, bad man, Luke."

The blond rolled his eyes and sat up, pulling on some soft, grey shorts. As much as she hated him right now, wanted to slap him, hit him, scream at him, Melody couldn't help but notice the way his biceps bulged with the movement.

"You think I'm the one with the problem?" Luke spat. "You're the one who agreed to hooking up. It doesn't matter that people say not to stereotype. You know the kind of man I am, Melody. You really are just as innocent as you were in high school."

She turned, fleeing the room and the man in it. Downstairs, she passed three men, who looked at her with curious gazes, before going back to whatever they were discussing. A shudder came over her body as she thought about Luke and his three buddies with her in the house as she had been asleep.

Melody gulped in a deep breath of air once she stepped outside. No one passing in the streets even spared her a glance. They didn't know the kind of man that lived inside that house. She wouldn't go as far as to say Luke was "evil", but bad didn't seem to cover it. The blonde tried not to cry as she called for an Uber on her phone. She needed to get far away from Luke and his sick games. She needed to be able to let go of him, despite the part of her heart that had always told her to care for people.

Luckily, the car was only a quarter of a mile away. It arrived in no time, idling at the curb as she hurriedly jumped into it. the driver paid her no mind, fiddling with the knobs on the radio as she told him the address. As he began to pull away, Melody gave one last look back at the townhome, tears welling in her eyes.

As the car pulled away, the grey curtains of the second floor window fluttered shut. Luke walked away from the window and stomped downstairs, thinking of the innocent girl.

[candied-boys]

🍯 Honey Cakes 🍯

Luke Randolph x fem! Reader

Tags: merpeople au, lazy!Luke, happy!Luke, possessive!Luke, romance, picnics, cottagecore, eventual smut, happy ending

Part three

2,400 words

The muggy heat of July isn't as bad now that you've learned how to not drown. It wasn't easy being taught by someone born in the water though. Luke couldn't understand why you kept kicking your feet to stay afloat, but after you swallowed too much water down the wrong pipe he finally stopped trying to get you to swim with your legs locked together and taught you how to swim like a frog.

You may not be elegant, and you never had a hope of keeping up with him anyway, but when you tire he supports you — letting you rest your head in his shoulder like the first day or lie atop his chest while he floats on the surface like your own personal raft.

Some days you spend the whole afternoon in the cool depths of the lake; dancing where he twirls you around in the water, having splash fights that he invariably wins, playing hide and seek in which you're always it and wind up scared half to death every time Luke sneaks up behind you to pull you under when you take too long to find him.

Other days you lie on the picnic blanket, sunbathing by the shoreline together or drying out after a swim like today. No matter what you're doing the space between you is always filled with sweet nothings and curious banter.

“How long can you stay out of the water?”

“I’m not a fish. I wunna ever die.”

“Really? But your tail…”

“It’s just more comfortable to keep it in the water, but birds and turtles dunna die ‘cause they spend time on land. We’re the same. It’s just dangerous cause y’ silly humans’re so greedy,” he scolds playfully and pokes your nose.

“Very greedy. I want to keep you all to myself,” you smile and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down over you.

“Good — ‘cause that's what I want too. I wanna be the only one who knows what y’ feel like to hold close… the only one who gets to see how hazy y’r eyes get when y're kissed… the only one who knows where y're sensitive…”

Like a twilight sky his eyes darken with each honey coated word. Slipping a hand beneath your knee he continues, “And I wanna know more… I wanna know whether y'll whimper or whine, whether y'll shake or arch with tension, and whether y'll dig y’r nails into my skin or melt under my touch.”

Nose to nose, his breath is shallow as it caresses your cheeks.

“I wanna know what y’r bare skin feels like pressed against mine. I wanna memorize every inch o’ y’r body with my hands… inside ‘n out…”

As your lips slot together, his hand wanders higher beneath the hem of your chemise. Calloused and rough, the pads of his fingers scrawl his affection into your skin as they trail along your inner thigh.

Relaxing under his weight where he pins you to the ground, you let your hands explore his body. There is much you too long discover — whether his soft, slow drawl will deepen with desire, whether his eyes will close with pleasure or hold fast to yours, whether his skin tastes sweet with lake water or salty from the sun. A thousand temptations swirl in your mind when his tongue entwines with yours.

But suddenly he breaks away, his mild gaze hardening as it slides from you to glare at the side.

An annoyed growl tainting his usually gentle tone, he snaps, “Jin, whady’ want? I’m busy.”

“Yeah, you look real busy, Luke,” a deep voice replies from afar.

“F’ck off,” he quips lazily and looks back over his shoulder while still keeping you hidden beneath his torso.

“Oi, be nice to your big brother!”

“I am bein’ nice. Now, get lost,” Luke replies, turning his gaze back to you in hopes of more kisses.

“C’mon. Not gonna introduce me to your girlfriend? It’s not like she’s a secret when you come home covered in her scent every day.”

“Nope. Not sharin’. She’s mine,” he returns with acid on his tongue and a sugary gaze only for you.

“Hey, I’d never steal a girl from the baby prince. I just want to see how pretty she is.”

“Prince?” you repeat baffled.

“Yeah, it's no big deal,” he says petting your cheek before growling back at Jin. “You wouldna, but y’ wouldna keep y’r mouth shut about her neither. Then, I’d have to fend off the other family slut.”

“Oh, you could take him with your eyes closed and your hands tied behind your back. What are you worried about? None of the others are going to go after her.”

“The girls like him for a reason,” he mumbles to no one in particular.

“How many brothers do you have?” you query after processing 'others’.

“Eight, but the only decent one is the oldest one over here buttin’ in. Seriously, Jin. Beat it!” he drawls in exasperation and splashes the water with his tail.

You hear a faint hum of a amusement before the silky voice counters, “You know you're not supposed to be up here. I won't tattle to the king if you introduce me.”

Rolling his eyes where he hovers above your form, Luke answers, “There's no way Chev doesna already know where I am 'n what I'm doin’. Y’ know that as well as anybody.”

“Sure, but if I mention it, he might not let you get away with this anymore.”

Bolting upright he demands, “Since when do y’ blackmail me?!”

“Since when are you so heartless to your dearest brother?”

You can hear the faux hurt in his voice and giggle, “Is it really that big of a deal, Luke?”

Whipping back to you, palm on your cheek and eyes full of emotion, he defends himself, “Yes! Y're adorable! If they get one look, they'll all be comin’ after y’!”

“Oh, you're right. She is adorable,” the older one purrs, suddenly right next to you, lying on his side with his chin propped up on his palm.

Startled, you find yourself already hidden beneath Luke.

“Y're scarin’ her,” he hisses low, a sound in the back of his throat you've never heard before.

Curious to see another real merman, you turn your head and peek through the gap in the crook of Luke's elbow.

“Hi beautiful,” he grins down at you and winks.

His unbelievably mesmerizing orbs of polished copper make you wonder if all merpeople have eyes like precious gemstones.

“Hi,” you answer shyly and wriggle out from beneath Luke's heavy form.

Your boyfriend groans in annoyance, letting you out of his makeshift cage, but still keeping you within his protection — arms and tail wrapped around you from behind and his chin resting in the crook of your neck.

“See? She's not scared - are you, gorgeous?” He smiles broader at you before flicking Luke in the forehead. “Quit your glaring. I'm not going to touch her.”

Luke only growls in response, no doubt his eyes burning all the more with displeasure from behind you.

Free to satisfy your curiosity you let your gaze wander from the man's copper eyes, across his luxuriously dark skin, down his sculpted torso, and along his golden tail.

“You two look nothing alike. Is that normal for mersiblings?” you query up at Luke who is now pouting upon catching you eye up his brother.

With a huff he explains, “We're half siblings. Same father, different mothers. All my siblings have different mothers except my sister. She's got a different father.”

“When are you going to introduce me to her? You promised, Luke…” you pout back as you recall the day he told you all about how much he adores Leyla.

Luke probably wouldn't have ever come up to the surface to cure his boredom if she wasn't at that age where other boys are more fun to spend time with than her doting — read overprotective — older brother.

“Yeah, when're y’ gonna introduce me, Luke?” a sweet voice sings from the water.

“Oi!! Y’ know y're not allowed up here!” Luke snaps as he sits upright once more, this time yanking you along with him.

You've waited months to meet her and can't resist waving excitedly at the enchanting mermaid bobbing in the water not far away. She smiles brightly and returns the gesture before swimming over.

“You must be Leyla! I've heard so much about you,” you babble enthusiastically and introduce yourself.

Over your shoulder you hear Luke growl again at his brother, “If y’ put her up to this, Jin, I swear—”

“He didna do nothin’, Luke. Calm down.”

“See,” the golden tailed brother affirms with a sly grin to match the cheeky look in her pair of golden eyes identical to his. It makes you suspect the whole thing was her idea to begin with.

Clicking his tongue Luke gives in, “Alright. Alright. Now, y’ got y’r introduction. What more d’y want?”

“I wanna go for a swim together!!” Leyla chirps and looks right at you.

Luke's gaze turns to you too, silently asking if you feel comfortable swimming on your own. You nod confidently, and with a reluctant sigh he frees you from his strong embrace and watches you slip into the water.

As you swim away leisurely Leyla keeps pace with you, asking you all kinds of things about life on land. Her honest smile is exactly like her brother's and so is her straightforward curiosity. Her laugh is as bright as a wind chime when you tell her about your first encounter with Luke.

“Y’ know, he's so much happier these days — since he met y’, I mean. He's always only had me. I've been surrounded by affection from my parents, him, and my friends… but he's never cared for no one else, and nobody’s ever cared about him neither. I'm really relieved he found someone he can open his heart to.”

“Mmm…” you hum neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

“Y’ dunna sound like y’ believe me…”

Staring down into the black depths of the lake beneath your feet you decide to confide in her.

“I know the lake will freeze over and the days will be too short to come visit soon…”

“And?” she coaxes gently.

“And I'm worried I'll miss him so much I'll cry all day and Mrs. Baker will get mad at me for making the bread soggy,” you try to laugh but choke on your emotions instead.

“He's gonna miss y’ just as much. I'm sure o’ that,” Leyla coos, tilting her head to look up into your eyes with the same long lashes and warmth to her gaze as Luke's.

“But he hasn't said anything about winter yet… and I'm starting to think that it's selfish of me to want him to wait… to keep him to myself… I think he'd be happier with someone he can spend the whole year with…”

“Well, all us merfolk sleep through the winter, so he wouldna be awake to be with no one else anyways. But more importantly, I think he doesna want no one else…”

“You really think so? I'm not just the new pastry in the shop window?”

“I don't really know what that's suppos’a mean, but if y're worried he's with y’ ‘cause y're different, y're not wrong. He is with y’ ‘cause y're different, but not ‘cause o’ the novelty. 'Cause y’re what let's him be himself,” she smiles.

All the while a different conversation ebbs and flows out of earshot between the two brothers.

“I'm worried about you, Luke.”

Flopping back down on your sheet and plucking a stem of sweetgrass Luke doesn't answer.

“It's the first time since you came to the palace two years ago that I've seen you open up to anyone…”

“And?”

“And it's obvious you really like her.”

The only response the older brother gets is an unintelligible grumble as Luke chews the rapier between his teeth.

“Have you told her yet?”

“Told her what?”

“That she'll be alone all winter while we hibernate?”

A sigh punctuates the silence before he answers, “Nah. She'll forget me soon enough. There’re plenty o’ better men out there.”

“So you're just going to let her walk away? Is that what you really want?”

“What I want dunna matter. She deserves someone who can be by her side all the time, not someone stuck in a lake who canna even look after her.”

“Well, what if that's not what she wants?”

“Whad’y mean not what she wants? It's what's best for her,” Luke snaps back, jade finally meeting amber.

“I think what's best for her is up to her to decide, Luke, not you. The only part you get a say in is whether or not you're going to be honest with yourself and her about how you feel.”

“The hell am I suppos’a tell her? Dunna worry about the royal guards arrestin’ y’; just chop down a few trees and build a hut by y’rself on the edge of the lake so y’ can stay with me forever — except y'll be alone every damn winter because I'll be sleepin’, so sorry I canna even bring y’ fish to eat. See y’ see next spring! That's just the stupidest thin’ I ever heard, Jin!”

“Leyla said you've been spending your nights in the caverns reading through the ancient texts carved into the walls. I know what you're looking for. If you like her that much she deserves to know, Luke.”

“I'm not tellin’ her nothin’, so just drop it.”

Part five

[plushyluke]

🍒🍒🍒

[hippolotamus]

Hey.

(If you’re still doing it because I’ve been asleep.)

Hey.

(I am doing this because I'm still awake.)

Opening Credits: Centuries - Fall Out Boy (oh, I am so here for this) Waking Up: waking up slow (piano version) - Gabrielle Aplin (always great to start the day with some *yearning*) First Day At School: Hold my Hand - Lady Gaga (awww, of course) Falling In Love: Good Mourning - Sophie Holohan (good lord, what is with you and @diazsdimples?) Fight Song: Run - Harrison Storm (well that is certainly a choice) Breaking Up: Place in Me - Luke Hemmings 😭😭😭 Life’s OK: Echo - Suriel Hess (... is it tho???) Getting Back Together: Oceans - Seafret (brb gonna go weep) Wedding: Finally // beautiful stranger - Halsey (OMG i love this) Birth of Child: NO - Meghan Trainor (*wheezing* 🤣) Final Battle: Say Don't Go - Taylor Swift (well that happy mood was short lived) Death Scene: Beverly Hills - Weezer (how very classy of you) Funeral Song: Danger Zone - Kenny Loggins (bad. ass.) End Credits: Houdini - Dua Lipa (hell yeah, death ain't stopping you from having an excellent jam)

message me ‘hey’ for ur life story built from my shuffled music library

[fastandtheformula1]

Luke Hemmings & Ashton Irwin- Lashton Headcanons!!

a/n: i’ve been on a lashton binge so here we are

summary: lashton headcanons

pairing: poly!lashton x female reader

warnings: nsfw, mild cursing, slight mention of depression

word count: 1134

not my gif!!

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-you and Ashton were in a relationship first but then Luke walked in on you guys

-he asked you if you wanted Luke to join

-to which you said yes

-and the rest is history

-though all three of you had been a couple for a few months, Luke still feels out of place sometimes

-like he’ll give you a forehead kiss and a huge ass hug (the man is over 6 ft. is so easy for him)

-he’d bury your face into his chest and have his hand in your hair

-it’s always a nice destressor for you two

-he says every time without fail

-“my princess”

-butterflies. every. time.

-and Ashton will walk into the room then Luke would just feel his presence and his body would get stiff

-and you always start laughing ‘cause you know Ash is giving him a subtle death stare

-“what? Ash is so scary when he’s angry”

-“i’m right here, man. i can hear you”

-your guys’ sleeping arrangement oh my

-it’s a love/hate relationship to say the least

-normally you’re in the middle of them and Ashton’s spooning you with his hand on your back

-your face is buried in Luke’s chest while his hand is in your hair

-it’s the best feeling ever

-once they both fall asleep though… dear god

-luke is always snoring and at first you thought it was really cute

-until he rolled over one night to cuddle you then snored in your ear and scared the shit out of you

-then on the other side… you got Ashton

-this man will be drumming in his sleep let me tell you

-you’d wake him up to stop him from sleep drumming and it would stop for 2 seconds then he’d be back at it again

-“babe… babe…”

-“hmm”

-“sleep drummin’, baby”

-“shit, sorry”

-*stops* *starts again*

-“ashhh”

-you’d hold his fingers down and it would calm him a little, and it would stop again

-you’d almost be asleep but then he’d keep drumming

-it’s a cycle

-but you’re fine with it because they have to deal with your insomnia so it evens out

-ash’s always the one to wake up first in the morning

-you and Luke normally wake up around the same time but poor Ashton he wakes up at least two hours before you guys

-he’s so bored out of his mind though the poor man

-though you’d still be asleep he’d always think of how to wake you up in a nice way

-90 percent of the time it would work

-one time though he tried to roll you over so you could be laying on his chest but then he miscalculated and you ended up on the floor

-it ended with a loud “thunk” and a sprained wrist

-ash felt so bad

-needless to say it woke both you and Luke up

-anyway…

-on the rare occasion that Luke wakes up first he makes you and Ashton breakfast

-you’d both go downstairs to see Luke in your hoodie and Ashton’s sweatpants

-both you and Ash would explode inside

-his hair’s all fluffy cause he hadn’t styled/brushed it yet

-he’d be humming along to music in his earbuds cause he didn’t want to wake either of you up yet

-then he’d look up at you guys staring at him because there’s no way that he was awake at this hour

-he’d give you both the brightest smile and give you your breakfast

-which actually tastes really good

-whenever you’re sad Luke’s always the first one to notice

-whether you respond too abruptly to Ashton or you just come into their studio wanting a hug that man will always know something’s up with you

-seriously you guys would be in the middle of dinner and you’d be staring at your plate worrying about something and he’d be all

-“something wrong princess?”

-“huh”

-“you okay? You’ve been kinda quiet”

-“oh, I guess…I don’t know, it’s fine”

-“wanna talk about it?”

-ashton always knows how to fix your problem

-they’re always in your brain I swear

-luke would tell Ashton if something is off with you, and he would immediately go to you and give you cuddles or something

-you’d be curled up on the couch in a depressive episode and he’d just be there

-he’d play with your hair and give you forehead kisses

-~nsfw things~

-luke is always timid of sex stuff with you because he still feels weird since your still technically Ashton’s girl in his mind

-plus he never wants to hurt you in a way that you don’t like

-ashton showed him how to get you to cum and stuff like that

-so after a while Luke got used to your body

-which made Ashton a little jelly

-one time they made it a contest between the two of them of who could make you cum first (luke did but you were obviously never going to tell either of them that)

-you and Luke are always trying new things in the bedroom

-courtesy of Ashton

-ashton would always dom you two, but made sure you were okay with it

-both of them needed you to cum first before they did

-they always felt guilty if they did first

-you’d all be talking about it the next day and you'd bring it up cause you wanted them to feel the same things you did

-“guys, you don’t have to make me cum first, like-”

-“whoa what?!”

-“ princess, no.”

-“honestly, I want you guys to enjoy it too cause-”

-“who said we weren’t enjoying it?”

-~end of nsfw~

-the aftercare???

-holy shit it’s amazing

-they always take care of you first

-after you came down from your high they would always check in with your headspace

-“how ya feeling, sweetheart?”

-“need another minute?”

-they’d draw a bath for you and make it look all pretty

-i’m talking candles, music, putting lotion on you after

-they’d bring you warm towels and your favorite sweatshirt/sweatpants

-after you got out of the tub you’d all watch a movie

-…more like listening to the movie

-you’d put it on in the background and just talk to each other

-you never understood why you put in on in the first place

-you’d be laying on top of Ashton and Luke would be laying on your lower back

-ash would be lightly brushing his fingers against your spine

-luke would be talking mid sentence then would just pass out

-which would always make you and Ashton laugh

-you’d try and still talk with Ashton but you’d be slurring your words to the point where he couldn’t even understand you

-“just go to sleep, baby”

“m’not tired”

-“tell that to your eyelids”

-basically it’s just cuddles all day every day

[edge-oftheworld]

Apple Music interview

“[There’s an] eerily similar melancholy,” Luke Hemmings tells Apple Music, comparing his sophomore album, boy, to his 2021 debut, When Facing the Things We Turn Away From. “And that really propelled the emotion of boy and these seven songs. A lot of the stuff I write is very existential and trying to understand who I am and why I am. At this time, I was very disorientated and maybe a bit emotionally lost, even though life was moving forward in a really great way.”

The two albums were conceived and recorded in vastly different circumstances. His debut came together in isolation under the cloak of COVID lockdowns, while boy was written as he toured the world with 5 Seconds of Summer, the Sydney band the singer/guitarist co-founded as a 15-year-old in 2011. Still, the pair have much in common: turns out you can feel just as alone spending months traversing the globe as you can sitting in your house waiting for the world to open up.

Part of the reason for that disorientation was the dawning realisation that he was entering his late twenties, leading Hemmings to reflect deeply on his youth while considering a potential future as a father. “You want to be the most fully realised version of yourself before stepping into that sort of role, which is a work in progress,” he explains.

Taking inspiration from artists such as Damon Albarn, Beach House, LCD Soundsystem and Richard Ashcroft, boy exhibits a dreamlike quality, one that bathes in melancholy without ever sinking into depression—witness the way in which opener “I’m Still Your Boy” builds from a whispered acoustic beginning into a grandiose and uplifting climax; or the sad-happy mélange of synths and dance beats that propel “Close My Eyes”. Here, Hemmings takes Apple Music through boy, track by track.

“I’m Still Your Boy” “This song really encompasses the ache I wanted to get across and the growing pains it took to become a fully realised adult version of myself. It’s only until I started thinking of having children of my own that I began reflecting on the struggles I had myself as a teenager who grew up in the public eye. This song is about understanding my youth that was marred with trauma amidst beauty, whilst trying to become a good man. ‘I’m Still Your Boy’ walks on the high wire between boyhood and adulthood, looking both ways.”

“Shakes” “‘Shakes’ was written on a dreary evening in between long periods of travel and touring, so it easily came from an incredibly melancholy place. A feeling of yearning to be back home, of feeling lonely and emotionally desperate and depleted. There is a longing for love and self-acceptance in the lyrics, and I hope it to be a song that anyone listening [to] can find themselves in and attach their own story.”

“Benny” “This song is named after my brother, Ben, but in its entirety, it represents all of my loved ones and the guilt I feel being away from my family and living on the periphery of their world. It represents the mornings I wake up in a panic, anxious and worried that today will be the day I get bad news. News that would make my dreams of making music seem infantile and pointless. I’d do anything for the people I love.”

“Close My Eyes” “I wrote ‘Close My Eyes’ as I headed into my late twenties and felt an unavoidable wave of fear and anxiety towards the inevitable death of my youth. I found myself unable to sleep because every time I tried, it was as if a film of my life was projected onto the back of my eyelids—the mistakes, successes, everything that could have been and everything that was. I was sonically trying to tap into 2000s indie rock bands like LCD Soundsystem and The Rapture.”

“Garden Life” “I had the idea for ‘Garden Life’ when I couldn’t sleep in a hotel room somewhere in the world, sometime around 3am. The next morning, I went for a walk and wrote the lyrics on a park bench, watching life pass me by. It’s really just an existential love song to my happiest and safest place. The older I’ve gotten, the more I’ve realised that sometimes the most beautiful and visceral memories in life are not the most grand and obvious ones, they can be simple and powerful. It’s not always the fireworks on New Year’s Eve. Sometimes it’s a Friday night sitting on the couch listening to your favourite person laugh.”

“Close Enough to Feel You” “This song was inspired by sounds from Cocteau Twins and my bloody valentine, who I listened to heavily during the making of boy. The beauty in ‘Close Enough to Feel You’ is all in the details, both sonically and lyrically. Sometimes when you suffer a big emotional loss, something so mundane and otherwise unnoticed can become earth-shattering. A glimpse of a photo out of the corner of your eye, a stain on the carpet, an old sweater, sends you into the foetal position. This song is about the willingness and desire to live in that pain in order to feel close to who or what you lost, rather than moving on.”

“Promises” “‘Promises’ was the song written for the EP that finally made me feel like I was really onto something. It started with merely a drum beat, which I find ironic as I’m not a drummer. But I think maybe it’s that naïveté that led to this song being created. It’s about a time in my life when I saw the world through grey-coloured glasses. I was a pessimist, struggling with depression and my mental health, who fell in love and started to see colour for the first time.”

[bloodhoundluke]

place in me ⎮ luke hemmings

description: luke and you had a terrible fight. what luke didn't know was that things would only get a lot worse.

pairing: she/her x luke hemmings

warnings: LOTS of angst, death, cursing, mention of anxiety, let me know if there's anything else (this is a sad one so read at your own risk).

word count: 1,0k-ish

a/:n: okay, i f*cking love when facing the things we turn away from...so i wanted to give it a try to write something (probably short pieces, let's see) inspired by every song on the album. if you spot any mistakes (e.g. grammar), please do let me know!

this is pt. 4 of when facing the things we turn away from series.

Luke and his girlfriend, Y/N had a fight. Sure, they had fought before. But never like this. Luke knew he had let her down. Maybe this time in a way he couldn’t ever repay her. Maybe she wouldn’t ever come back. He didn’t mean her any harm; he loved her desperately. But his own head, his own messed up thoughts and anxiety, they sometimes came to ruin things. He knew he needed to change in order for this relationship to blossom. Or to work in general. 

She was so patient with him. She really tried to be there for him, but selfishly Luke didn’t want to accept her help. He pushed her away. Her patience grew thin as the weeks went by. Luke was barely home. She felt as if she didn’t even exist to him. This wasn’t the relationship she wanted. She couldn’t believe that the once so beautiful relationship had grown into something so damaged and dysfunctional. There was still love in her eyes and heart, but it seemed that the feeling of hurt was starting to replace the happy feelings.

Did she really mean what she said? “Luke, I can’t keep going on like this. You make me feel so invisible. I need to be alone”. Luke couldn’t believe how badly he had fucked up. And did she mean being single by ‘alone?’. Luke couldn’t stop overthinking the situation.

He couldn’t sleep last night. His mind was racing with thoughts. If genies were a real thing and he could hope for one thing, it’d be that she would come back to him. And he’d promise he’d treat her like she deserves to be treated. Not like he had treated her recently. He knew he had wronged her. He didn’t give her enough attention. Or love. He had made these mistakes in his past relationships and he couldn’t believe he had done them yet again. In his mind, heaven felt like her embrace. When her arms wrapped around his tired body when they were both starting to fall asleep. When she caressed his cheek and she made fun of his one-sided dimple. When it was just Luke and her. That was all that he wanted. How didn’t he see that before?

When the morning rolled by, Luke was anticipating a call from her. When they fought and she had left the house, she always called him first thing in the morning. He needed her. What if she didn’t call him? Would it all be over? Luke felt so desperate that the whole situation was turning pathetic. 

He was putting away dishes when his phone rang. Would it be Y/N? He wished it was. It turned out to be… Michael. Luke let out an angered growl and answered the call. 

“Yeah?”, he mumbled.

“Luke….”, Michael sighed.

“What? Is everything ok?”.

“It’s about Y/N”.

“Okay, yeah I know I fucked up, Mic-”

“No, no it’s not about that..”

“So what is it about?”, Luke sighs.

“She’s been in an accident. You need to come to the hospital right now”.

“W-what? Wha-what do you mean? An accident? What kind of an accident? Is she okay?”.

“She got hit by a car. A drunk driver. The situation is….”, Michael stopped explaining, as if he couldn’t bring himself into it. Or that's at least what Luke thought.

“Fuckin’ tell me Mike!”.

“It’s uncertain. She’s in surgery now”.

Luke grabbed his keys, jumped into his car and drove as fast as he could to the hospital. His tear-filled eyes were met by the guys. When he stepped into the waiting room, Michael, Calum and Ashton hugged him and shared their information with him. 

Three days had passed by. Luke hadn’t moved anywhere - other than the bathroom and to get food - beside the hospital bed. Y/N was in a coma. The doctor had explained that Y/N was lucky even to be alive. What if they hadn’t argued? This wouldn’t have happened. Luke blamed himself for the accident. What if she doesn’t wake up? He’ll never forgive himself. 

Hold on, I never meant you any harm, he thought. 

Three weeks passed by. Out of all the terrible things Luke had been through, this was the worst one, hands down. 

“It’s heaven in your arms”, he sobbed as he watched her lifeless looking frame on the hospital bed. How did he take everything for granted? This kind of love comes once in a lifetime and Luke couldn’t believe the things he had put her through. And if he doesn’t get the chance to tell her that….if she doesn’t wake up…Luke wouldn’t know what to do. What would his life be without Y/N? Losing her would be intolerable. 

Four months passed by. It was Friday, 2pm. The doctor called Luke to share the heart-wrenching news. She had passed away. Luke couldn’t believe what he heard. There was no way his Y/N was really gone. He refused to believe it. His aching body collapsed into his kitchen floor. The sobs were uncontrollable, like they would never end. 

How could he make sense of this world without her?

He was laying in his bed with Petunia next to him. He stared at the ceiling and remembered how frustrating it was when Y/N wouldn’t let him sleep because she wanted to talk about the silliest things possible. Now, ironically it was the thing he missed about her the most. How she knew such interesting and tiny details about practically everything. How she was the one who could get Luke open up. How she’d call Luke out on his bullshit. 

The hours went by and the sun was gone, but Luke knew she always liked this time of day. But the problem was, she was no longer there to appreciate the sunlight. She was no longer there by Luke’s side. But what Luke knew for certain was that she’ll always have a place in him.

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