#maybe just Luke Hemmings in general

[kindahoping4forever]

📸: Christian Sarkine

[theemporium]

[2.3k] the hour is early, the lakehouse is quiet and luke finally gets a moment to appreciate his pretty girlfriend. (smut)

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Luke Hughes was never a morning person. 

Despite years of playing competitive hockey which resulted in early morning games and even earlier practices, he still despised waking up. He hated when he had to wake up early. He hated when he was woken up early by someone else. He just hated mornings in general, and he was glad when summer break finally came around and he had an excuse to sleep in a little longer than usual.

Which was why it was so odd he was awake—on his own accord—this early in the morning.

He tried to blink away the heavy feeling in his head as he reached for his phone, tapping the screen. His brows furrowed together at the early morning time flashing across his screen before he let out a small groan of annoyance. 

He let out a small huff as he leaned back down on the bed, but despite the sleepiness he felt, he was too awake to just close his eyes and hope he could doze off again.

Luke stared blankly at his ceiling for a few moments, debating his options before he felt you shuffling beside him. He turned his head, seeing you instantly move closer to him like you knew he was awake. 

His lips twitched upwards as he took in the sight of you. This was your first summer at the lakehouse, and he knew all too well how nervous you had been. You were panicked, scared that his family and friends wouldn’t like you—minus Jack who you’d obviously already met. You were scared about packing the wrong clothes, or forgetting something. You were worried you’d make a total fool of yourself. 

As Luke had told you many times, your worries were instantly squashed the second you walked through the door. Everybody made you feel welcome, everybody fell in love with you a little bit just like Luke had. You fit in with the dynamic, and Luke couldn’t help but feel something quite like pride blossom in his chest whenever he saw how well you got on with the people he cared most about in his life. 

And maybe he also enjoyed the fact you left him in charge of packing and he just happened to accidentally forget to pack your pyjamas. 

You had spent the last week just sleeping in his shirts and, fuck, he would be lying if he said he didn’t love it. He liked the way they engulfed you, the way the hem brushed against your thighs and the way he could see your panties peeking under the shirt when you stretched your leg over his. He liked the fact you wore his shirts so proudly, that you liked that hidden possessiveness just as much as he did. 

Before you could even get the chance to move away, he wound his arm around you and pulled you close to him, until you were practically sprawled over his chest. He lifted his hand, softly pushing some of your hair behind your ear as he took the silence of the early morning to just appreciate how fucking pretty you were. 

Despite the months of you two being together, it never failed to amaze him that someone as gorgeous as you were with him. Both inside and out, Luke would forever claim he had never met someone more beautiful than you, and he stood by that—even if it was just to watch the way you’d blush after he’d say it. 

His lips ghosted across your skin, a light but loving kiss placed on your forehead before his arms tightened around you to pull you closer. 

“Hm,” you groaned before nuzzling your face further into his chest. “Stay still.” 

“M’sorry, baby, didn’t mean to wake you up,” he murmured in a soft voice, a flash of guilt hitting him as he watched your face scrunch up. 

“What time is it?” Your words were slurred together, your eyes still firmly shut as you spoke. 

“Too early to be awake,” he grumbled before pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Go back to bed, sleep for another few hours.” 

Your brows furrowed together. “Why are you not asleep?” 

“I don’t know,” he admitted as his hands slid under the hem of your—his—shirt, his long fingers tracing random shapes along your back. “Just woke up, I guess.” 

You frowned a little. “You okay?” 

His lips twitched upwards at your sleepy concern. “Yeah, babe, I’m good. Just go back to bed.” 

“I want you to sleep with me,” you muttered out. 

Luke snorted. “Oh yeah?” 

You let out a small huff of annoyance, softly pinching his side. “Not like that, creep.” 

“You’re the one who said it,” he retorted, knowing full well that if you were properly awake right now, you’d be rolling your eyes at him. 

“Like I’d ever sleep with you,” you retorted, though he could feel the way your smile was pressed against his skin. 

“I think I could convince you,” he murmured as he ducked his head down, kissing a spot just below your ear. 

You shivered slightly. “That was a lucky guess.” 

“Yeah?” His grin widened slightly as his palms spread across your back, warm and smooth against your skin as he maneuvered you until he could duck his head into the crook of your neck and kiss along your skin. “Is this a lucky guess too?” 

“Everyone likes being kissed on the neck,” you said, but your response sounded a little breathier than you cared you admit as you felt his curls tickle your skin. 

“Just your neck?” He questioned, softly humming against your neck as his fingers hooked the neckline of the shirt you were wearing, his kisses trailing along your collarbone towards your shoulder.

“Luke,” you breathed out. “We can’t.”

His teeth lightly scraped against the base of your neck as you arched into him. “Why not?” 

“People will hear us,” you murmured, but the excuse sounded deaf to your own ears.

“Nobody is awake right now,” he told you, and you knew he was right. You two were probably the only ones awake right now, there was no risk of you getting caught. “Just gotta make sure you stay quiet, babe.”

“Luke—oh.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as his hands gripped your waist, turning you around so your back was pressed against his chest. You could feel his body pushed against yours, could feel heart pounding in his chest and his cock straining against the fabric of his pyjama trousers. You could feel everything as his arm wound around your waist, his hand splayed against your stomach.

“Think you can keep quiet?” His lips brushed against your ear as he spoke, low and gruff and, fuck, if it didn’t make you squeeze your thighs together.

“I can be quiet,” you promised, turning your head to the side to try and catch his lips with your own.

His lips twitched upwards as he moved his head back a little, just enough to ghost yours. “Yeah?”

“Yeah—” Your lips parted in surprise as his hand moved south, his palm cupping your cunt in his hand. “Luke.”

“Shhh, thought you were gonna be quiet,” he scolded mockingly as he pressed the heel of his palm against your clit, slow and purposeful moves that made a pretty whimper leave your mouth. “Don’t wanna wake anyone up, do we, babe?”

You shook your head, too scared to talk.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet f’me,” he murmured as he nosed your cheek and jaw, his fingers tracing over your clothed cunt as you squirmed at the light touch.

“Please,” you whispered. 

“Tell me what you need,” he demanded softly. “Say the words, baby.”

“Need you inside me, please,” you whispered as your hand reached behind, curling around his neck until your fingers tangled themselves in his curls. 

“Gonna give my girl whatever she wants,” he said as he nuzzled his face against your neck once again, little nips and bites making you arch back into his embrace as his fingers slid past the waistband of your panties. 

Your mouth fell agape as his fingers pressed against your clit, slowly circling as you wiggled your hips back into him. He lifted his head enough to watch your face as his fingers slid along your wet pussy, your arousal soaking his fingers as he traced up and down your slit.

He watched the way your free hand slapped over your mouth when he finally sunk one finger inside you, feeling the way your walls clenched around him. He watched your eyes flutter close as he slid another finger inside you. He watched as he curled his fingers inside you, hitting that spot that only his fingers seemed to reach as you let out a muffle cry behind your palm.

“Luke, Luke, Luke,” your breathing was shaky as your hand darted down to grip his wrist. “Please.”

“Words, baby, words,” he murmured softly, his lips pressing soft kisses along your cheek and jaw as you tried to form a coherent sentence.

“Wanna come on your cock,” you confessed, turning your head to look up at him with bleary, wet eyes. “It’s been so long, baby, please.”

And that wasn’t an exaggeration in the slightest. Because as much as Luke loved the lakehouse and as much as he loved spending time with the people he cared about, it fucking sucked that he had barely touched you since you both arrived. 

It sucked that there was always somebody in the house. It sucked that he couldn’t take the boat out with you without everyone knowing exactly what he wanted to do. It sucked he couldn’t just go out on a drive with you either. It sucked he couldn't even sneak into the shower with you after Jack got caught doing the same thing with a girl a few years back.

It fucking sucked that Luke had to watch his pretty girlfriend prance around in little bikinis and shorts, and have to keep his hands all to himself.

But here you were with wide eyed and flushed cheeks as you begged for his cock, as you begged to feel him inside you again, as you begged for him.

He could’ve come alone from your voice. But he didn’t want that, and this wasn’t the time for it. He didn’t know how much longer you two would have before someone in the house woke up, he didn’t know how much time he had until it wouldn’t be you two alone in this little dusk bubble, and he didn’t want to waste anymore time.

He pushed the plaid pyjama bottoms down enough to free his cock, gripping his length with the same fingers that were inside you minutes ago. He let out a hushed list of curse words as he stroked himself, nuzzling his body closer to your until he could hook your panties to the side and slowly slide into you.

“Oh shit—” His free hand quickly slammed over your mouth, the noises quiet and muffled as he bottomed out inside you. 

You were tight. So fucking tight and warm around him, and fuck, Luke was prepared to wake up early every day if he got to fuck you like this. He pulled his hips back before thrusting back into you, his eyes fluttering shut as he listened to your muffled moans. 

There was something so intimate about it all. The morning sun starting to filter through the cracks in the curtains, the birds chirping outside and the calming sound of nature accompanying the sound of his hips slapping against your ass as he slowly fucked you. 

��You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice a little whiny as he finally pulled his hand away from your mouth. “Squeezing me so good, baby.”

“Kiss me,” you murmured breathlessly, your body rocking with his thrusts. “Kiss me, please.”

And he couldn’t deny you such a simple demand, not when you were asking so nicely. 

His lips slanted over yours as he kissed you. It was slow and messy and passionate, and he couldn’t help but let out a small groan when he felt your walls clench around him as his tongue pushed against yours. His hands tightened on your hips, his thrusts slower and harder as he felt your body completely sag against his. 

“Shit, that’s it,” he panted against your lips. “Come f’me, honey, just like that.”

The noise you let out was soft and high-pitched when you finally came. Your body tensing and your walls clenching around him as you dug your nails into his forearm. You let out a soft cry as you came, letting the feeling of relief finally wash over you after almost two weeks of wanting nothing more than to jump your boyfriend’s bones.

Luke came soon after you, a few more thrusts before he was spilling inside you. He didn’t have the heart to pull out just yet, his forehead resting against yours as he took a second to try and get air back into his lungs.

“Think we can risk a shower?” You questioned after a few moments of silence, feeling his smile ghost over yours.

“Not a fucking chance,” he grumbled with a small sigh of annoyance. “What’s the rush anyways? Let’s just stay like this.”

“And let Trevor walk in on us like he tries to do every morning?” You commented with a snort. “Not a chance.”

Luke just let out a small whine as he curled his arms around you. “Five minutes,” he murmured in a softer voice. “Please? You feel good.”

“Five minutes,” you conceded. “But don’t fall asleep.”

But Luke was already fighting a yawn as he pressed his face against your shoulder. “Of course not, baby, I’m wide awake.”

“Liar.”

“I’ll make it up to you later.”

“In the shower?”

Luke snorted. “Keep dreaming, babe.”

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[paperstorm]

Music Monday!

Finally getting to this! I was tagged by @herefortarlos @bonheur-cafe @laelipoo @eclectic-sassycoweyes @strandnreyes (and possibly others, I have lost track! Abject apologies if I forgot you). I have so many songs that speak Tarlos to me (don’t we all) but here’s a few I could think of, with some relevant lyrics

Season one TK:

Trying / Falling by Deaf Havana

I'm wired, I'm mired, I'm out here, all uninspired, underdone I'm over everything, I've been over-hung for too long I'd stay gone and wake up with a headache Just laying all empty, for who's sake could I not make it I'm scared I've wasted all this time until now Where is the worth in these years, broken down? I've watched the worst of it all stutter out Maybe I'm no better, but I'm trying, I'm trying

Breakup Carlos:

Nevermind by Deaf Havana

I was living out of a box You were reliving the years you missed out on I don't believe in God, so I ain't got a shot at redemption I fell out of love again Not with you but with living in general And I lost a lot of friends, nevermind 'Cause I've been on a losing streak My hearts made of stone and I can't trust my own damn feet To show me the right way home It's been a hell of a year I'm struggling' to see what the next one looks like without you here, my love I'm never enough

Breakup TK:

Slip Away by Luke Hemmings

Falling, falling, falling in unfamiliar space 'Cause I was drenched in you before I even knew your name Fading, fading, fading with the breath you take See your southern heart hiding behind a city face

Drowning out the fires as I'm lying here awake I can feel you slip away like I knew you would

Don't you leave me in this silence when you've seen all my mistakes Now I'm looking for escapes like I knew I would

Gone by Blake Rose

So stay and hold me like a paper weight Kiss me like it's all the same Just lovers like we were supposed to be Oh as these shapes and colours all start to fade I can feel you slipping away Just promise that you'll wait right here for me

Until I find another dose, won't make it on my own I'm done carrying the weight of the world So heavy on my shoulders, I just wanna feel this love Even if it's only when I'm tripping I see your face I ain't doing no one a favour while I'm sober for the moment I can only hope this lasts 'Cause when the high stops then I know that you're gone

General Carlos:

Funny how? by The Maine

At 17 I couldn't dream of something like this Oh what a sweet trip I was just a kid myself And then hours turn to days, five years is a flash So let's make it count, ‘cause we cannot make it last And I want you and no one else

Oh ain't it funny how I never needed you until now? Ain't it funny how you made it easier somehow? Ain't it funny how? How I didn't know before you I was bleeding I can breathe again, all my walls are falling down Ain't it funny how?

General TK:

Peace by Taylor Swift

But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade ocean wave blues come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

General Tarlos:

What have I done? by Dermot Kennedy

So, don't you fall back asleep for this moment Just be, I wanna get it right for once Oh, I've been knocked out and beat but this feeling is fleeting What have I done? I never thought I needed saving, I was right where I should be Good god, I know it's dangerous, but it's you that I need I'm in love this time, I'm in love this time

Magnetic Field by Lights

You just keep me coming back Something about how opposites attract You hold me down, I'm in it for real Love me, leave me high and dry I'm back in your arms and I don't know why I can't get around your magnetic field

Silent by LUME

I'm a deer in headlights, you're the good news Circling the bathroom whilst we're dripping in truth And you could hear a pin dropping to the floor As the air changed in the room Got me by the throat and the words have left me As we move into the new And so I folded

It must be something you can't amplify, so consumed Think I'm obsessed but in the best way, And it makes me think I'm brand new

I have NO clue who's done this and who hasn't, I'll tag @theghostofashton @reasonandfaithinharmony @guardian-angle22 and @reyesstrand and anyone else who wants to share some tunes! You can say I tagged you <3

[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.

© 2023 bloodhoundluke.

[burnwater13]

Concept art by Christian Alzmann of Boba Fett trying to crawl out of the sand next to the Sarlacc pit on Tatooine. The burnt out frame of the sail barge is in the background. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 1, Stranger in a Strange Land

Grogu still couldn’t believe that Luke didn’t help Boba Fett out of the Sarlacc pit. That just wasn’t what a Jedi was supposed to do. You didn’t have to vanquish everyone you met just because you could. You were supposed to be civilized. That was written down in large letters in the Jedi handbook.

“There’s not really a Jedi handbook, is there, kid?”

Fennec always asked those cool, incisive questions.

He shook his head ‘no’. There should have been one, but Master Yoda hadn’t gotten around to publishing it. Grogu had heard that it existed in a draft form somewhere in the temple’s library, but he had never looked for it himself. 

“I didn’t think so. Listen, that Armorer lady told you and your dad over there, that Mandalorians are both hunter and prey. Well, that goes double for Mandalorians that are bounty hunters kid. Fett knew what he was getting into when he agreed to help the Empire. We all did. I think we just expected them to last a bit longer and not trip on their own hem. But they did and Fett and I both got the short stick. But you know, we’ve done okay and holding grudges doesn’t make a profit.”

Grogu had no idea what Fennec meant by that specifically but he agreed with the general nature of her statement. What was in the past, was in the past.  Luke couldn’t change what he did anymore than Boba Fett could have. They just had to live the lives they had today. As if that were as easy to do as it was to say.

“Grogu, Fennec is right. Sometimes a bounty hunter will pick up a bounty puck for a person who shouldn’t be collected at all. But we have a job and we do it. The guild is supposed to vet these jobs before anyone takes the puck.”

Grogu walked right over to his dad and gave his booted foot a pinch. It didn’t hurt the Mandalorian at all, but it did convey Grogu’s general annoyance at his dad. 

“Come on, kid. I’m just being honest. Maybe Luke’s friend shouldn’t have been brought in, but alls well that ends well, right?”

Grogu wondered if the Mandalorian had any idea what it was like to be frozen in carbonite. It was easy to say you could bring someone in cold if you were never brought in cold yourself. Grogu wasn’t a fan of being cold. He could tolerate it but he didn’t like it. Not even with extra armor pieces and a warmer coverall. Uff.

“Did Luke tell you what happened to his friend, what’s his name?” Fennec was suddenly right next to him and he really didn’t know how she managed to do it. 

“Han something. Grogu mentioned him right after he came back from Ossus. Apparently he’s another hero of the Rebellion. There sure seems to be a lot of them around these parts.”

Din Djarin leaned over and picked Grogu up and showed him the screen of the data comp. The Mandalorian had cued up an episode of Diggle and Daggle, the Fish that fish, to distract Grogu from grousing about Luke. Grogu agreed with the output, but didn’t agree that he needed to be distracted. Fennec was the person who had told him the story. 

“Solo. Han Solo. He was on my list too. It doesn’t pay to get mixed up with the Hutts. They hold grudges and they still found a way to collect a profit. If the rumors are true, Solo was one of the people who managed to help destroy that first mobile space station the Empire used to destroy Alderaan. That was a mess. Any how, the guy owed Jabba big time. If I hadn’t been busy with other things I might have gone after him too. Not as good a bounty as the one they put on you kid, but still substantial.”

Grogu looked over at Fennec and she had that look in her eye. It was just a glint and turned to look at his dad, who seemed to be thinking exactly the same thing. Some bounties never really expired. If Boba Fett still had the puck for Solo they could collect it. If… they could find him. Grogu was sorry he’d even asked Fennec to tell him how Daimyo Fett’s armor had gotten lost in the first place. 

He supposed he could contact Luke and warn him… or he could tell the Daimyo that they should let the past stay in the past. Of course the Daimyo had recently told him the story of going back to the Sarlacc pit and ending that critter once and for all. Grogu supposed, as a Daimyo, Fett didn’t have to care about profit and could hold all the grudges he wanted.

Maybe he could talk his dad out of it… but Fennec was still standing there with a glint in her eye. Dank Farrik! Grogu would just have to go find this Han Solo guy and see if he could save him from two of Galaxy’s best bounty hunters. It was the least he could do to preserve the honor of the Jedi (even if they didn’t have a handbook). 

[bluwavez]

hii myah! so i was listening to starting line by luke hemmings and i couldn’t help thinking about finn. like i feel luke’s discography’s general vibe is just soo finn? maybe i’m going crazy but lmk if you see the vision <33

it's so funny you say this because when starting line first dropped, i actually made it finn's original solo debut skjdnfks this album is no longer canon but finn and luke hemmings have a lot in common song writing wise and life wise if you think about it! but, yeah, no, you see the vision! you get finn!

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

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7-Eleven (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) Luke/Ashton T, 74k

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However, there is one place and one place alone that he does not steal from, and that's the 7-Eleven at the corner street. He goes in late at night to buy things for himself and to see a boy who works during that time named Luke Hemmings.

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Or the one where Luke has to remind Ashton who he belongs to.

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Summary: The last thing Luke expects when he wakes up hungover in the bed of his latest one-night stand is to come face to face with a freaking kid. But there she is all wild curls, thumb-sucking, and nonstop questions. Luke can't get out of there fast enough.

Ashton isn't the type to have one-night stands. He's a parent, after all. It was a mistake, and it won't happen again. At least that's what he tells himself when he comes back from his shower to find the naked college kid still in his bed, arguing with Daisy.

They couldn't be more opposites. At 25, Ashton has the responsibilities of two parents, raising his daughter and trying to pretend like he has everything figured out. At 21, Luke is a self-proclaimed Grindr god who doesn't care about anyone or anything but himself. So why is the universe (with the help of Michael and Crystal) so hell-bent on seeing them together?

do it better (ao3) - lourrygum OT4 N/R, 8k

Summary: takes place during the time michael lost his passport and was stuck in the US while his band performed in the UK. He feels upset about it and stops answering their calls and may or may not unfollow them on twitter, leading to questions and anxiety.

or, 3/4 of 5sos go to the US to see michael and end up fucking him senseless.

English Love Affair (ao3) - takeitoffhemmo Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton E, 21k

Summary: Where Luke can't write an essay and maybe falls in love with his sort of tutor

FutureSex/LoveSounds (ao3) - Migs Luke/Calum, Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton E, 47k

Summary: Luke is Med student/camboy with a crush on the Footie captain with a secret.

OR: Cake have a lot of hot sex for money whilst trying to pursue romantic relationships with other boys.

i think they're cute, though (ao3) - cliffakitten Luke/Ashton E, 2k

Summary: Honestly, there should be some kind of warning for shit like this: Your amazing, adorable boyfriend has recently bought glasses and looks fit as fuck, you're going to want to do unspeakable, dirty things to him. Please attempt to control your imminent hard on. -- Or Ashton has new glasses and Luke really wants to fuck him in them.

No Chance (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) Michael/Luke T, 72k

Summary: So Ashton's going on a road trip with his friend, Calum, and he invited me to tag along. Being the adventurous shit I am, I said yes, but I wouldn't have if I knew that Luke Hemmings was going as well. God, I hate that guy, and the feeling's mutual. Why does that annoying brat have to come along? And Ashton and Calum expect us to be friends? Yeah, right. There's no chance that Luke Hemmings and I, Michael Clifford, are ever going to get along.

passionately curious (ao3) - cliffakitten Luke/Ashton E, 17k

Summary: 'Luke Hemmings'

At this, he nearly choked for the second time that morning, since he just happened to know someone with that name. That someone being, his next door neighbour, the very hot neighbour, who Ashton may or may not have a huge crush on.

Yeah, that Luke Hemmings. Who apparently orders sex toys online...who knew? Definitely not Ashton.

Princess getting naked (ao3) - ShortIsNotFun Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum N/R, 6k

Summary: Luke hemmings was the boy everyone wanted and that was obvious. Any time he walked in a room all eyes were on him and he loved it, loved the attention. But he never gave anyone his attention for more than maybe five minutes before he ruled them out as utterly dull and walked away, he simply got bored of everyone quickly. Except for the one boy who never seemed to notice him, the boy who seemed clueless. Ashton Irwin.

Or

Luke's kind of a dick and Ashton sucks his

Reflections (ao3) - punchinginadream Luke/Ashton M, 4k

Summary: Ashton doesn't like his body. Luke decides to fuck him in front of a mirror to show him how beautiful he really is.

Requited (ao3) - orphan_account Luke/Ashton E, 18k

Summary: "You’re the prettiest boy in the whole wide world, don’t you know that?”

Surprisingly, Ashton giggles a little. “There are at least a gazillion people in the world, Lukey… you haven’t seen all of them.”

“I don’t need to,” Luke insists with a shrug. “You’re prettier than all of them, I just know it. And even when you’re sad, you’re still the prettiest to me.”

Or, Ashton just wants to be pretty. Luke shows him that he already is.

The best kind of trouble (ao3) - CliffordAffliction Michael/Luke E, 71k

Summary: After Michael is sent to a strict Preparatory school he meets the school troublemaker, Luke Hemmings, and his world begins to change

The Bodyguard (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum M, 138k

Summary: Ashton Irwin is a hot and famous celebrity that all the people love, look up to, or despise. He's cocky, selfish, and always puts himself before others. Despite his personality, he's pretty much wanted by everyone in the world.

But when things escalate to the point that Ashton nearly gets kidnapped, his manager assigns a boy named Luke Hemmings to become Ashton's personal bodyguard, much to the star's reluctance and annoyance.

Now Luke follows Ashton wherever he goes to make sure he's safe from any danger, but Ashton is determined to get rid of his bodyguard as soon as possible.

Without You (ao3) - ofmonstersandmayhem Luke/Ashton, Michael/Calum M, 67k

Summary: Nothing made Ashton happy anymore.

He was slowly drifting away.

Everyday he prayed for a savior. He had the tiniest sliver of hope in the back of his mind that someone would come and save him from all this darkness.

His prayers were answered in the form of a tall blonde boy with a lip ring. But was he able to save Ashton in time?

(or the cliche fic where Ashton's depressed with an abusive father but when Luke Hemmings moves into the neighborhood, his dark clouds open up to reveal a sunshine)

[calumthoodshands]

Late spring night

Fandom: 5 Seconds of summer

Pairing: Luke Hemmings & Calum Hood

Word count: 912

Tags: general, friendship fic, just two besties hanging out, fluff, comfort

“I haven’t shown Mike and Ash, though, so… maybe keep it on the down low?” Calum says, and just like that, all those worries, every nagging thought — gone.

“Yeah,” Luke says with a beating heart, “of course. I won’t say a word.”

Only Calum and Luke are left after the party, but Luke doesn’t mind. In fact, it turns out to be one of those nights he will keep close to his heart for probably all of time.

Read here on ao3.

[writingonleaves]

Ok ok! I think I’ve narrowed down who I’ll write for ya but a few more questions before I start brain storming

- what are some things you love to do over the summer? Doesn’t have to be anything big just things that make you happy/let you know summer is here :)

- in addition to this ^ what’s some of the things you like to do on a day off?

- thoughts on a lake/beach centered fic? Are you a boat person, sun tanning person, messing around on the beach typea gal what tickles your fancy?

- what are some of your fav songs at the moment?

- and finally! This one is for the funnies what’s your least favorite dessert 👀

okay these are great questions i might have to steal some when i'm doing my own fic LOL

theres something so simple to me about just ... sitting outside. if it's a perfect day where it's not too hot or the mosquitos are being kind, breathing in fresh air on a back deck or patio is so nice. i also love ice cream runs, summer drives with the windows down and the smell of the ocean

currently i'm working on an island so i'm surrounded by beaches and the ocean so i love just hanging out at a beach for a few hours with a book and my journal. but otherwise, i like hanging out with friends as well as just chilling out on the couch and letting my mind wander lol

always lovee a lake / beach centered fic. besides what i already said above, i'm usually more of a "read on the beach and maybe dip my feet in the water" type of girl, as well as just yapping on the beach

i'll give you a few! "i'm still your boy" by luke hemmings, "risk" by gracie abrams, "honey" by troye sivan, imgonnagetyouback by taylor swift, "LUNCH" by billie eilish. let me know if you want more!

oooo this is fun. i'm actually not much of a sweets person in general BUT if i had to choose a least favorite...brownies? they're Fine they're just too gooey for me lol. or tbh, anything thats too chocolatey

i hope this helps!!

[tbyfandoms]

Double Life | Luke Hemmings x Reader

Pairing: gangmember!luke hemmings x f!reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: when y/n comes home early, she has a run in with her longterm boyfriend that leaves her questioning everything and wondering who exactly it is she’s in a relationship with (requested)

Warnings: depictions of violence, swearing, angst

Masterlist | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: my first ever ‘gang themed’ fic and i’m a little nervous about it. i’ve never written something like this before, but for the most part i think it turned out ok! this is also one of my first ever requests, so hopefully the user who requested likes it! i’ve also been working on loads of other fics so if this one isn’t for you, don’t worry, others are coming! also, can we just talk about the fact how both of my luke fics are angsty? lmao I swear I'll write a fluff piece for this man soon. anyways, enjoy and lmk what you think :)

The moment you step into the house, you can tell something is off.

There’s this rumbling coming from the floor, it’s not extreme and only happens every few minutes so you know it’s not an earthquake, but it’s definitely suspicious. You feel like you can hear yelling as well, but it’s mumbled and sounds distant.

You’re not even supposed to be home right now. If it was like any other day, you’d still be at work until at least the late evening. There was an emergency, though, no one was hurt, but everyone got sent home early.

On your way home, you had called your boyfriend, Luke, but he didn’t pick up. You just figured he was with the band or working on something, but now you wish he had picked up because the yelling is getting louder and you’re pretty sure it’s coming from inside the house.

The smart thing to do would be to leave the house, call the police, and stay safe inside your car until they got here. Instead, you succumb to the urge of checking things out for yourself. Maybe Luke has the guys over and they’re just messing around like they always do.

You reflect back to when you pulled up to the house. There’s no other cars out there except yours. Maybe the guys got Ubers here? Jesus, you think, I’m grasping at straws at this point.

Inching your way to the back of the house, you strain your ears to try and make out the yelling. It sounds like there’s multiple voices, each one screaming over the other. Your heart rate picks up as the floor begins to shake again and the yelling becomes louder the closer your get to the basement door.

You never, ever go down there. When you and Luke bought the house it surprised you that there even was a basement. Majority of California homes didn’t have them, especially the ones in the hills.

It’s not like there’s anything down there, everything you need is either on the first floor or the second. The fact the space isn’t even finished is what prevented you from ever turning it into anything either. This first time you went down there was the last time. It was cold, dark, and gave you bad vibes in general, definitely not a place you’d willingly spend time.

Taking a peek around the corner, you notice the basement door is slightly ajar. The sight makes your heart rate skyrocket. There’s someone inside the house. It’s most certainly time to abort this mission and call the cops, now.

Taking several steps back to try and get out of here, you stop when a familiar voice makes it’s way to your ears. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” A scoff follows the sentence and your nerves drastically settle when you realize who it belongs to.

Luke! Who in the world knows why he’d be in the basement, but thankfully it isn’t some burglars. You wonder what he’s doing down there…

Opening the door, you start to make your way down the steep steps. Holding onto the railing, you nearly fall down the stairs when the rumbling starts up again, and so does the yelling.

“You son of a bitch you better answer me right now! Or I’ll show you just how angry I can get!” You watch in horror as your boyfriend of three years throws a punch at some guy tied to a beam in the middle of your basement. The moment Luke’s hand connects with the guy’s face, it causes his head to fly back into the beam. Your blood runs cold as you realize that’s what the rumbling feeling in the floor was.

“Luke?” It comes out like a gasp and suddenly every head in the room snaps towards you. Luke’s shaking out his hand when he turns towards you. You’ve never seen him so angry, so violent. His features soften when he realizes it’s you.

“Y/N? W-What are you doing home? You’re supposed to be at work.” From your place at the bottom of the stairs you can see the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. You’ve caught him off guard, you’re not supposed to be seeing this, not supposed to know.

You feel like you’re gonna be sick.

“I got off work early, there was an emergency, I tried to call you,” you reply weakly. When you go to speak again, it comes out like a whisper. “What’s going on?”

Looking around, you take in the three other men in the room. Two of them who you recognize immediately, guards the boys have for the band, and the other is the guy tied to the beam. Your skin crawls when you get a good look at the apparent hostage. His face is beaten and bloody, the bodily fluid trickling down his face and onto his shirt, small pants coming from his mouth.

“It’s nothing to worry about, just go back upstairs and I’ll be with you in a minute.” Luke’s voice is clipped, it’s formal and affirmative. You’ve never heard him speak like that before, and what the hell is that supposed to mean? I’ll be with you in a minute? What is this, a business office?

“Nothing to worry about? How am I supposed to not worry when my boyfriend is beating the shit out of some guy in our house!?” You’re yelling at this point, fear and anger bubbling up your chest. How could he do this? “What is it you’re not telling me? You better start explaining yourself, Luke or I swear to God.”

The blonde rushes over to you, determination and concern mixed in his eyes. He reaches out to grab your hand, but the minute he touches you you shake him off, tears prickling in your eyes as you notice the cuts and bruises littering his knuckles.

“Y/N, I promise I’ll explain everything to you, I just need a minute.”

An exasperated laugh leaves your lips. “What, so you can finish him off?” You shake your head and look the Aussie right in the eyes as you say, “Who even are you?”

Rushing back up the stairs, you let the tears fall freely. Never in your life have you felt so confused, shocked, and angry. You think over every possible explanation as to what can be going on right now, but nothing justifies it, nothing excuses the violent actions the man you love has taken part in.

It's not long before Luke is barreling up the stairs after you. He wasted no time in telling the other men what to do with the, apparently useless, insider. He clearly wasn't gonna talk so there's no need to keep him holed up any longer, Luke would get what he needed another way. Right now all he wanted to do was talk to you, try to explain. He knows instantly it's not gonna go well, but he hopes to God he can somehow fix this, somehow not lose you. Please.

"Y/N, hold on, just wait a second." Luke meets up with you in the living room, you lightly pace back and forth, not caring about the tears dripping onto your shirt.

His voice halts your movements, you turn towards him, confusion and disbelief written all over your face. "Tell me everything, now." You have no patience anymore, you need answers and you need them now.

The blonde raises his hands in defense, but his act to try and calm you only heightens your anxiety as you get a really good look at his hands now. Dried blood you know doesn't belong to him runs down the creases in his palms, the bruising so much more evident now that you're in a lit area.

"I'll tell you everything, but I need you to trust me and trust that what I'm telling you is the truth, okay?" Luke looks at you with those big blues eyes and in that instant it's so hard not to trust him, so hard not to just break down in his arms and try to forget the nightmare you just walked in on, but you can't and you won't.

"Just start talking, please," you say, it almost sounds like you're begging at this point. You just can't wrap your mind around this, nor do you really want to, but you know you have to.

"I'm in a gang, Y/N." The Australian native drops his hands to his sides, looking at you with a soft but serious expression.

The laugh escapes your lips before you can even think about stopping it. "A gang? Really, Luke? You're kidding me, right?"

"I'm being serious, I told you you had to trust that what I'm telling you is the truth." You scoff and shake your head, this is ridiculous.

"You seriously expect me to believe that? You're in a band, Luke! One of the biggest ones out there, might I add. You couldn't possibly be in a gang, you're lying to me."

"I'm not lying! I'm telling you the truth, I swear. I'm in a gang and I have been for a long time. Before I even met you I was in it," Luke sighs, looking away from you before returning his gaze. "I've been in the gang as long as I've been in the band."

It takes a moment for it to click in your mind. If Luke's been in a gang as long as he's been in the band that means...

"Are the other guys in on this with you?" Luke nods curtly, his gaze hard at the realization everything's reached a fever pitch. This is happening and there's no turning back. "Oh my god."

Nearly doubling over, short gasps make their way between you lips. Your head spins at the fact not only has your boyfriend been keeping something so incredibly consequential a secret from you, but so have three of the most important people in your life.

"I'm sorry this is how you had to find out. I wanted to tell you when we got more serious as a couple, but I couldn't, for your own safety."

"For my own safety!? Luke, what the hell!? If anything you put me in more danger by not telling me!" You run your hands through your hair as you let out a frustrated groan. "How did you even get in a gang? You mean to tell me when you started this band, when you were fifteen years old, you also joined a gang?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you! I know it sounds insane, but it's the truth! I told you how we didn't have any money when we started, our families couldn't help with everything we needed, so we looked into alternatives to help us keep the band going."

"So instead of getting jobs at a grocery store you went and joined a gang!?" Your voice is rising as the minutes go by, the anger and betrayal being the only thing keeping you going at this point.

"It wasn't supposed to be forever, okay!? Ashton was older than us, he went to school with different people. Some of them reached out to him and gave him an offer for us we couldn't refuse. We needed that money, Y/N. It was just petty stuff we had to do, no big deal!"

"No big deal? I don't think you can call torturing someone in our home, no big deal, Luke!" Luke is getting frustrated now, he's trying to explain it to you in a way he'd think you'd understand. He knows it's a lot to take in, but it's who he is, this is part of him, and he wants you to grasp that fact.

"It wasn't like that in the beginning. I'm telling you the truth when I say it was just small stuff we had to do. They understood our situation and didn't force us to do anything insane."

"Okay, if they were so understanding, why didn't you guys leave when the band got big? I know for a fact once you guys took off you could afford to fend for yourselves. Why stay and object yourselves to stuff like that when you knew the risks, knew you had a fanbase full of teenage girls that could easily get wrapped up in something like that if the wrong person came after you!"

"It's not that simple! Once you get in, it's really hard to get back out. We knew that when we joined and we've been doing just fine with it ever since. Nothing has ever happened that would put someone involved with us in danger, but to make sure, only the people that need to know about the gang, know. I know you saw the two security guards, they're part of the gang too, they just present themselves as our band security but they're really there to ensure everything is safe and to handle anything we need if something happens."

"Luke, you're saying all of this as if it somehow makes it better! Nothing about being in a gang is safe and it shocks me you're so sure it is. I don't care how hard it is, you and the other guys shouldn't be involved!" You can see the anger building in Luke's eyes, as you're sure he can see it building in yours.

"You don't understand and it's obvious you never will! I get it, you're probably scared, but you shouldn't be! You're safer than you think-"

Cutting him off immediately with a sharp scoff you say, "I shouldn't be scared? Please, tell me how I shouldn't be scared of coming home to find my boyfriend beating on a man in our house!"

"I'm sorry you saw that, you weren't supposed to! I've never brought people like that to our house before now. Things just got out of hand and we had to move fast so I brought him here in order to be in control of the environment, it won't happen again."

"You're damn right it won't happen again because you're leaving the gang!" Your voice echoes off the walls in the living room, your distress evident in every word.

Luke pulls at his curls, trying to keep his emotions in check, but it's getting increasingly difficult. You both are beginning to lose it. This is definitely not turning out how Luke had hoped.

"I'm not leaving the gang!"

"Why not!? Why are you so attached to this!? I know there has to be a way to get out of it, nothing is impossible! I don't understand why-"

"Because I'm the goddamn leader!" The blonde's voice practically rattles the walls around you, the admission sucking the air right out of your lungs.

"You're the leader of a gang?" You stare at your boyfriend with utter disbelief, tears prickling your eyes and your skin burning. "We've been together for over three years and I'm just now finding out that you're not just a member, but the leader of a fucking gang!?"

You're shaking your head, not wanting to believe any of this. Wanting so desperately to go back to being in ignorant bliss to everything that's just happened. "I'm sorry it took so long, but I told you why it had to be like this. I'm not leaving the gang and that's final. Over the years the original leader took notice in me and once it was his time to step down, I was his first choice as his replacement. I’ve been the leader for a while now and I have a responsibility, I have people and things to look after. This is important to me!"

The anger between you both seems to continuously deflate and swell. Each confession leaving room for a moment of dissipated anger, only for it to rise once more. Your eyes widen at Luke's comment, fury boiling under the surface of your skin in an instant.

"And am I no longer one of those important people!? What about me, Luke!? What about your family!? Those are the people you should be looking after! Not criminals who probably wouldn't hesitate to hurt you if it wasn't for your status!"

"Don't you dare try and flip this! I never said I didn't care about you or my family!" Luke takes several steps closer to you and you don't even think for a second about backing down. "I love you and I always have! It's not fair of you to try and diminish that!"

"Really, Luke!? Because it's pretty damn hard to tell right about now! I don't know what to believe anymore, it's like you're living some, some double life!" The tears are rolling rapidly down your face but they do nothing to cool your rising temper.

The blonde's eyes are filled with an emotion you've never witnessed from him before. His face is red and his lips are set in a straight line. You've never seen him like this, hoped you never would. He's such a different person right now, it makes you dizzy.

"That's the way it's supposed to be! How many fucking times-!" Luke raises his hand to try and annunciate his point, but the movement startles you, images of his hand raising to hit the man downstairs flashing in your mind.

You're frozen in your spot, blood running cold, nothing but fear running through your body. Luke stops talking, yelling, immediately. His eyes flash from his raised hand to your frightened expression. He notices the glossiness in your eyes, your rigid shoulders.

What's happening registers instantly in Luke's head. You thought he was going to hit you.

"Baby-," Luke croaks out, his voice weak. He continues, but it's at a whisper. "Did you, did you think I was going to hit you?"

Your silence is enough of an answer for the man before you. His eyes fill with tears, the anger and frustration leaving his body almost as quickly as it entered. "Y/N, I would never hurt you, I swear."

He reaches out towards you, wanting to embrace you and let you know just how much you mean to him, but you take a step back, turning your head away from his approaching hands.

"I-I need some time alone." It's barely a whisper, but Luke hears you and understands. His heart shatters at how he's made you feel, how he's handled this. "Please just let me be alone for a while."

Out of the corner of your eye you see Luke nod slightly. You waste no time in walking away from him, practically running up the stairs to your room.

When you walk in, you close the door and lock it. The action happens almost like an instinct and it causes your heart to break even more than it already was. How could it take less than an hour for your whole perspective to change on the man you love? How could it take less than an hour to become scared of the man you share this very room with...

Choked sobs erupt from your throat as you fling yourself onto your bed, burying your face in the pillows, wishing with everything you've got that you could start this whole day over and prevent any of this from even happening.

*****

It's been hours since your argument with Luke. The house is still, quiet. You heard his footsteps outside the bedroom door earlier, could practically hear the thoughts inside his head of if he should knock or not. He ended up walking away and it confused the hell out of you that you simultaneously were relieved and sad he had.

Your head and throat hurts, no doubt from all the crying and screaming earlier. Your eyes are puffy and you quickly gave up on trying to make yourself look presentable.

A little over an hour ago you called one of your best friends, you decided it was best to get away for a few days, try to clear your head and think all of this over. It's going to be hard just leaving like this, leaving Luke, but you don't know what else to do. You need to get away for a while, from all this, from Luke...

Taking your suitcase off the bed and putting it on the floor, you grab the last of your things and walk to the door. You take a deep breath before slowly unlocking and then opening it.

The hallway is empty, but now you can hear the light strumming of a guitar you couldn't hear before coming from downstairs. You can't help the small smile that graces your lips. You've always loved that sound, Luke playing random songs or ones he's working on. You feel a tiny squeeze on your heart as you go to make your way down the stairs.

You know the moment Luke notices you because suddenly the music stops and it's followed by shuffling as he gets up to make his way towards you. Using what little strength you have left, you look up and take him in. He's got a fresh set of clothes on, his hair is slightly damp, and you notice his hands are no longer caked in blood. He must've cleaned up in the guest room when you were holed up in your shared bedroom. You swallow the lump in your throat before it has a chance to grow.

"Hey," Luke says lightly. You can tell he's scared to make any sudden movements, to frighten you or cross a line.

"Hey," you reply. You watch as blue eyes trail swiftly over your luggage, can see the sadness that fills them when they reach your own again. "I'm gonna go stay at Y/F/N's for a bit."

Nodding his head, Luke gives you a small smile. He understands your need to get away, he would want to as well if roles were reversed. He feels like an idiot and wants to take it all back and start over, but he knows he can't.

"I really am sorry about everything, Y/N. I made such a mess of everything and I know I can't take any of it back. I hope you know that I truly would never, ever hit you. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did." The sincerity in Luke's voice is evident, you can tell he means what he's saying.

"I-I know, Luke. I'm sorry too." Luke rushes towards you but stops dead in his tracks when he realizes it, knowing you could still be scared even if you're saying you know he wouldn't hurt you.

"Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. This is on me, I did this to us. I should've told you. You're the most important person in the world to me and keeping something like that from you, even if I thought it was the right thing, was wrong. I understand why you feel the need to leave and I want you to know that you can take all the time you need. I'll be here for you, always." The Aussie takes a hesitant step towards you and at no sign of discomfort, he slowly reaches out and cups your face with his palms. "I love you so much."

Tears sting your eyes once more, but you do your best to blink them away. Taking an unsteady breath you say, "Somehow, I still love you too." A weak laugh mixed with a sob comes from Luke and the sight and sound nearly breaks you. You give him a small smile as you lightly place your hand on his chest.

Luke leans down, his lips brushing against yours and you make no move to turn him away. The moment you two connect, you feel yourself melting into him instantly. No matter how upset and heartbroken you are over everything, it still hasn't changed the way this man makes you feel when he kisses you.

It takes everything in you to pull away, but you do it. Luke leans his forehead on yours and you revel in it for a minute, not wanting to leave his warm embrace, but you have to. You need to take a few days, so you step back and grab the handle of your suitcase.

Turning towards the front door, you open it and begin to step outside. Before you can close the door behind you, you take one last look at your boyfriend, at this man you thought you knew everything about but now feel a little clueless over, this man you can't believe you still love with your whole heart.

"Goodbye, Luke."

[calpalirwin]

(Don’t) Leave Me in the Dark

Summary: When Bucky gets turned into the Winter Soldier, Steve has a plan for dragging his old friend out of the darkness: you.

A/N: Heavily inspired by Repeat by Luke Hemmings.

Word Count: 8.1k

And away, and away we go!

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Y/N’s eyes watched the crowd, flickering from person to person. Studying. Observing. And yes, maybe even ogling as her gaze locked in on two men in particular: a tall, strapping brunette in a sergeant’s uniform, and a scrawny blonde man with a stance designed to make him appear bigger than he actually was.

“You can do more than just look, you know,” a voice said in her ear, making her jump slightly.

“Stark,” she scolded with a soft giggle. “I’m working.”

“So am I. It’s called mixing business with pleasure. And there’s no harm in it. Especially when they look as good as that one.” Howard shot the woman a wink, jerking with his chin towards the soldier she couldn’t stop staring at. “A sergeant, too? A girl’s got taste.”

“I was actually looking at his friend,” Y/N half-lied.

Howard snorted, not believing the lie for a single second. “Oh really?”

She straightened her shoulders. “Yes, really. He’d be a perfect candidate.”

“You SHIELD agents are all the same. Always plotting and planning, and never enjoying,” he told you with a roll of his eyes. “Gentlemen!” he then called out loudly, grabbing the mens’ attention, the blonde pointing a finger at himself. “Yes, you two right there! Come take a gander at all that Stark Industries has to offer.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide as the men approached, and she could have killed Howard right then and there, but the men were growing closer, and oh! the brunette’s eyes were such a pretty shade of blue as they drank her in. “And would you be talking about the newest technology for the war, or the dames, Stark?” the soldier asked with a laugh, his stare still fixated on Y/N.

“She’s not one of mine,” Howard told him. “Which is unfortunate because Y/N is as smart as they come. Which is why SHIELD got their hands on her before I did.”

“SHIELD,” the blonde said. “That’s the government agency, yes?”

“That would be us, yes,” Y/N answered. “Interested in joining? We could use someone like you.”

“Really?” he questioned at the same time his friend let out a bark of laughter.

“Yes, really,” she said, ignoring the brunette. “If contributing to the war effort is something that’s important to you.”

“Oh, it’s important to both of us,” the sergeant told her.

“Yes, and it would seem that one of you has already managed to make their contribution, soldier,” she said, eyeing his uniform purposefully.

“It’s Sergeant,” he corrected. “Sergeant James B. Barnes, if you want specifics. But if you’re lucky, I’ll let you call me ‘Bucky’.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” she provided in turn, shifting her attention back to blonde. “And you?”

“Steve. Steve Rogers.”

“Give SHIELD a call, Rogers. I promise it’ll be worth your while. Mention Operation Rebirth when you do.”

“Yes ma’am. Thank you,” Steve said with a smile.

“Of course. Gentlemen,” Y/N gave a small nod to both Howard and Steve before turning to Bucky. “Bucky. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” With that, she walked off leaving Steve happy with his hopeful opportunity to at long-last join the war effort, Howard shaking his head at her antics, and Bucky completely in over his head about her.

~~~

1944

Y/N frowned as she looked over the debriefing. “So not only does Hydra have it’s hands on the same serum we created, they also are using it on POWs? Essentially turning our own men against us? Is that what you’re telling me?” she demanded, her voice sharp as she waved the folder in her hand.

“Yes, ma’am,” the agent told her, nodding their head, eyes wide with fear.

She slammed the folder on her desk. “So who’s going in to get our men back?”

“N-no one ma’am. General said it’s too dangerous. Waste of resources.”

“Well you tell the General that he c-”

Her threat got cut off by a new voice. “What do you mean the 107th got captured a month ago?! Do we know where their location is?!”

The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but Y/N couldn’t quite place it. The voice that answered the man, however, she could place. “Yes, we have their location. However-” Peggy Carter spoke.

“However what?” the man asked. “You’re not staging a rescue mission? Those are our men!”

“You want me to tell the General what, ma’am?” the agent still standing in front of Y/N piped up awkwardly.

Y/N waved her hand at the agent in frustration. “You’re dismissed,” she told them before shouldering past and out the tent.

Sure enough, just outside the tent stood Peggy Carter and a tall blonde man, a wooden shield hanging off his arm. “Ah, Y/N,” Peggy smiled. “Might I introduce you to Captain America?”

Y/N looked up at the man, him both familiar and a stranger. He regarded her with the same look of confused recognition. “Steve,” he said, extending his hand to her. “Pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

“Steve, Steve Rogers, Steve?” she asked, shaking his hand. “Scrawny kid from Brooklyn, Steve?”

Steve gave a slightly embarrassed chuckle. “The one and only.”

Y/N shot Peggy an excited look. “The serum worked?!”

“I knew your name seemed familiar!” Steve beamed, now understanding how he felt that he knew the woman. “Thanks for the recommendation.”

“I’m glad it worked!” Then, the excitement vanished as she remembered the folder in her hand. If their serum worked, then that meant… “Oh, no… Peggy, I need to talk to you. It’s urgent.”

Peggy raised an eyebrow in silent question, her eyes flickering to the folder. “Oh, yes. I wanted to talk to you about that as well.”

“They have our men. Why isn’t the General sending in a rescue squad?”

“Which men?” Steve asked.

Y/N opened the folder, running her finger down the document, rattling off a couple of squadrons, “... 107th Infantry Regiment…”

“That’s Bucky!” Steve interrupted. “That’s Bucky’s unit.”

“Your friend,” Y/N recalled. “The brunette who’s too good-looking for his own good?”

Steve spared a wry smile, “That’d be him.”

“Why isn’t the General sending in a rescue squad?” Y/N asked Peggy again. “Do you know how dangerous this could be? How much it compromises all the work we’ve done?”

“Yes, Y/N, I’m aware. The General however-”

“The General doesn’t know his left from his right!”

Peggy sighed. “He can’t spare the men.”

“So what do we do then?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. We’re getting a team of SHIELD agents to rescue the POWs at a known Hydra base nearby.”

“This nearby Hydra base that contains the 107th?” Steve asked.

“Yes,” both women told him.

“I want in.”

It took two weeks for the plan to come to fruition. Armed with volunteers hellbent on revenge and a handful of SHIELD agents, Steve led the group in infiltrating the Hydra base. It was a mission with two prongs. Prong one involved Steve and the soldiers locating the POWs and getting them out. Prong two involved the SHIELD agents destroying any and all progress Hydra was making with the serum.

Y/N and Peggy waited back at a basecamp they had set up closer to the Hydra base without drawing unwanted attention. “Oh, would you stop with the incessant tapping of your foot?” Peggy asked in an exasperated tone. “They’ll be back when they get back.”

“There’s too many unknowns,” Y/N answered, moving to picking at her fingernails.

“Mmm, and these nerves would have nothing to do about seeing Steve’s friend again, would they?”

“No…?” Y/N said slowly. “What does Steve’s friend have to do with any of this? Where’d you get that idea from?”

“Steve. He mentioned the story of you meeting the both of them in New York. Something about an unknown potential between you and the sergeant.”

“Mmm, and we’re growing close to Steve, are we?” Y/N returned the teasing.

“Steve and I are merely work acquaintances. Much like how you and I are.”

“Tell that to Steve. He fancies you something awful.”

While Peggy and Y/N continued to tease each other about Bucky and Steve, the men were on their way back, having a similar conversation of their own.

“So… how did you become this?” Bucky had to ask, sweeping a hand up and down Steve. “A year apart, and you go and have a growth spurt on me?”

Steve chuckled. “Uh, do you remember Y/N from New York? The woman with Stark who told me to talk to SHIELD?”

“You mean the bombshell dame that I should have asked to dance? Oh, yeah,” Bucky smiled dreamily.

Steve chuckled more. “Well, her telling me to go to SHIELD turned me into this. An experimental serum to create the perfect soldier. And I guess it worked, because here I am.”

“Mmm, is there where you crush my spirits and say that you took Y/N dancing? I mean, surely if you caught her eye when you were the scrawny kid from Brooklyn…”

“No,” Steve said with a shake of his head. “Plus, I think she was only interested in me because of the experiment. And my eyes are on someone else. A different SHIELD agent.”

“Oh?” Bucky grinned, nudging his shoulder into Steve. “Look at you! A little serum, and suddenly you’re a ladies man. You’re all grown up.”

“And you’re still the same, I see,” Steve laughed.

Bucky laughed along with Steve, but the laugh didn’t hold the same trace of humor. “Yeah… So, tell me about this new lady.”

“Peggy. She’s wonderful. Smart. Fierce. And she’s here. Y/N is too.”

“Y/N’s here?”

“Yeah. A lot of SHIELD agents are. I was a little surprised to see her myself. I mean, I only saw her that night in New York, same as you. I almost didn’t recognize her at first. I’m shocked she remembered me at all.”

“She’s here?” Bucky repeated.

“Yes,” Steve nodded. Then, “And yes, she still looks like she’s available. So if you wanted to ask her for that dance, now would be your chance.”

Bucky gave a shy scoff of a laugh, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I dunno about all that.”

“I thought you wanted to dance with her?”

“I do! But… Look, there’s a reason I didn’t ask her in New York. I was leaving for here. I didn’t want to risk either of us getting attached, and then something happening to me. I mean, imagine if I had asked her to dance, and we started exchanging letters, and then she stopped hearing from me. I couldn’t do that to her.”

“So, you were going to hope that when the war’s over you’d be able to find her?”

“Yeah. A girl like that deserves stability, Steve. No matter how badly I might wanna share a dance or two with her.”

“Well, you can tell her all that yourself if you like,” Steve told him, nodding his head in the direction of a camp coming into view. “Cause she’s here, here.”

Bucky’s eyes went wide. “No! And you don’t tell her either, you understand me?! I’ll tell her when I’m ready. When the time’s right.”

Steve gave a roll of his eyes. “Whatever you say, Buck.”

“Steve?” Peggy asked, rising from her seat, hearing the voices as they drew closer. “Y/N, I think they’re here.”

With a sigh, Y/N also stood up, following Peggy out of the tent, watching a large group of men walking up, Bucky and Steve in the front. “You did it,” Peggy told Steve proudly.

“Of course,” Steve smiled. “Peggy, this is Buck. Buck, this is Agent Carter. And I think you’ll remember Y/N.”

“Hi,” Bucky said, his voice growing shy as he offered both women a small wave. “Good to see you again, Y/N.”

“Likewise,” she replied, taking note of his appearance: battered uniform, a slightly haunted look still lingering in his crystal blue eyes, scruff decorating his jaw, disheveled hair, a dirty face, and a scratch just under one of his eyes. A seemingly out of place scratch that set alarms off in her head. “Would you mind coming with me?”

“Me? With you?” he asked, waving a finger between them.

“That’s what I said, yes. We need to get you examined.”

His eyes widened for the briefest second as he swallowed thickly. “You can just point me in the direction of the nurses’ tent. You don’t-” he stammered.

“Our nurses are going to be swamped checking over all the other men,” she explained. “And if you’re worried about my own nursing skills, I assure you that I’ve picked up on a few things during my time here.”

“It’s true,” Peggy confirmed. “Y/N actually might be better than some of the nurses on our staff.”

“Uh…” Bucky continued to stammer, uncertain of what to do.

Y/N started walking off, pausing when she didn’t hear the sound of boots following after. “Bucky?” she asked, looking back at him over her shoulder. “You coming?”

He gave a shake of his head to clear it. “Yeah. Yeah.”

Silently they trekked through the camp, past the nurses station crowded with soldiers waiting to be seen, and into a smaller tent that held a cot made up neatly, and a desk with a chair behind it. “Have a seat,” Y/N directed, motioning towards the cot. As Bucky took a seat, Y/N pulled a first aid kit out of a desk drawer, before dragging the chair over to the cot. “I’m aware that I’m about to ask you some difficult questions, but I need you to be honest with me. Can you do that?” she asked as she sat down, opening the kit in her lap.

“I think so?”

“How’d you get this scratch?” She wiped an alcoholic pad across it, creating a patch of clean skin on his otherwise dirty face.

He shrugged. “It’s just a scratch.”

“Lying to me already?”

“I’m not lying!” he snapped.

“Then tell me how you got the scratch. And don’t tell me a guard hit you because we know that’s a lie. That’s an abrasion mark. Like you scraped it against something. So how’d you manage to scrap your face against something?”

His mouth pinched, the look in his eyes growing more haunted. “I don’t wanna talk about it…”he muttered.

“It wasn’t normal torture, was it? Did they experiment on you?”

“I said I don’t wanna talk about it!” he snapped again, his tone carrying a hard edge.

“I know you don’t want to. But I need you to. It’s important that you tell me everything that happened,” she said, keeping her voice calm and controlled.

He screwed his eyes shut tight, clenching his hands into fists. “They injected us with something…” the words started to spill in a rapid rush. “It made some of us stronger… And others… It was painful… Like facing a firing squad would hurt less. The screaming… And we couldn’t see what was happening. They’d strap us in these chairs like at the dentist, and then they’d put these things over our faces. And then there was more pain. Like getting electrocuted. They’d do it for days. You never knew which day was yours. The screams never stopped. God, I just want it to stop!” His eyes snapped open, his chest heaving, body trembling, tear tracks down his cheeks. “What did they do to me?” he asked, his voice a broken, hoarse whisper.

“They turned you into a super soldier.”

“A what?”

“It’s an experimental procedure. It’s what we did to Steve. It’s designed to make you faster and stronger. Harder to kill.”

“You tortured Steve?!” The hard edge was back in his tone, almost murderous.

“No! Steve only got the serum. And it was painful, the way it changes your body on a molecular level. But we don’t brainwash our soldiers with electrocution afterwards.”

“So why did they electrocute us? If it's the same experiment?”

“Your guess is as good as mine. But I’d say it has something to do with stripping away your humanity. Turning you into an obedient killing machine. Nobody wants a soldier who questions orders, right? Hydra… they somehow learned about Operation Rebirth, which is our program for creating super soldiers. We wanted it to give ourselves a competitive edge in the war, and cut down on our own casualties. But Hydra just wants the competitive edge, no matter the cost to human life. They want the perfect, undefeatable army.”

“But why us? Why me?”

“Why not you and other POWs? Better for them to risk enemy lives than the lives of their own soldiers.”

“It’s not right…”

“Nobody said it was. And you have my deepest condolences for what you and your men have suffered through.”

“I don’t want your condolences!”

“What do you want?”

“To murder every one of those bastards for what they did to me.”

“Then it looks like we’re on the same side.”

~~~

1945

It took another year for the team to gather more intel on Hydra’s plans for the super soldier serum. A year of small missions led by Steve and Bucky with their own small squadron of soldiers. A year of Peggy and Y/N pouring over debriefings, fitting together as many pieces of the puzzle as they could. A year of Y/N listening to Bucky wake up in the middle of the night, struggling to catch his breath as his mind forced him to relive his days in captivity. A year of feeling the tug to leave her tent for his, to provide any sort of comfort for him she could, but ultimately always deciding against it. Instead, she’d seek him out in the mornings, offering him a small smile as if to offer congratulations for surviving another night with his demons.

Bucky grew to live for those morning smiles. Lived for the way that Y/N could go from demanding SHIELD agent who could strike fear in the hearts of war-hardened soldiers, to a woman with a soft laugh he swore was only reserved for conversations with him. He reveled in the fact that she grew comfortable enough around him to feel like she could drop the hard facade she gave everyone else. As if around him, she didn’t feel like she had to prove herself like she did around the other men.

“So defeat Red Skull. Should be a simple enough mission, eh, Buck?” Steve joked during a debriefing meeting.

“Piece of cake,” Bucky answered, brushing imaginary dirt off his shoulder.

“No,” Y/N cut in. “The mission is to defeat Hydra. Defeating Red Skull is just a piece of it. An important piece. But a piece all the same.”

“But kill the head of the organization, and the rest will fall,” Bucky told her.

She rolled her eyes. “You know what Hydra is, right? The monster from Greek myths?”

“Yeah, it’s the snake with multiple heads. Everyone knows what a Hydra is.”

She rolled her eyes more. “So you know that it’s not as simple as just killing the head of the organization? After all, kill the head, two more grow in its place. Hence, Red Skull only being a piece. You have to take down the whole monster, not just its head.”

“Okay, okay,” Bucky said, waving his hand dismissively. “So, we go in to defeat Hydra once and for all. When do we leave?”

“Captain Rogers, you, and your team leave at dawn,” Peggy told him, a finger pointing at a map. “You catch the train here. It’ll lead you straight to Hydra.”

“That’s a mountain…” Bucky pointed out the obvious flaw in the plan.

“How else are you supposed to catch a Hydra train? Buy a ticket?” Y/N asked him, tone heavy with rhetoric. 

Bucky looked at Steve with raised eyebrows. “So we’re gonna catch a train on a mountainside, huh?”

“Easy, right?”

“Piece of cake. Anything else?”

“No, that’s all,” Peggy told them.

“Oh!” Y/N said, suddenly thinking of something. “Actually yes. One last thing.” She got up to grab a suitcase, setting it down on the table and opening it, revealing small devices inside.

“What are those?” the other three asked her.

“Trackers. In the event anything happens. Make sure each of your men is equipped with one. You just slide it on like a bracelet and hit this button right here,” she demonstrated. “And then I can see your location here,” she pointed at a monitor screen that showed a green light blinking steadily. She turned off the tracker and the blinking went dead on the monitor. “The Navy’s been a great help with their radar technology. And Stark of course.”

“Of course,” the other three said.

Y/N snapped the suitcase shut, handing it to Steve. “Don’t forget.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Now go get your rest. It’s gonna be a long mission.”

In the morning, Peggy and Y/N were up to see the men off. While Peggy and Steve had their own hushed farewell, Y/N stood facing Bucky, her arms crossed over her chest. “Be safe, James.”

“Oh, I’m ‘James’ now?” he asked with a bemused smile. “What did I do to warrant that?”

“Bucky!” she said, her cheeks flushing. “I meant to say ‘Bucky’.”

His eyes flickered around, noting how close the other men were. “Whatever you say, Agent Y/L/N.”

“Sergeant Barnes,” she said, her nostrils flaring.

He raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, I don’t like that one. Not from you. ‘James’ I can make an exception for. But I still prefer when you call me ‘Bucky’.”

“Just… be safe, okay?”

He nodded, giving her a mock salute and a cheeky wink.

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, watching as Bucky joined Steve, and the team rolled out. Once they were out of her line of sight, she turned into her tent, pulling out the monitor screen for the trackers, watching the green lights come blinking to life.

While her energy could have been better spent on other tasks, she couldn’t bring herself to do anything besides watch the steady blinking, a calm reassurance that all the men were exactly where they were supposed to be.

As expected, as the mission went forward, some of the trackers didn’t move forward with the rest. Each one felt like someone had stabbed Y/N with a knife, and her only hope was that it wasn’t Bucky or Steve.

One tracker however caught her attention. It stayed behind while the others went forward. But then, it stopped blinking.

Y/N quickly jotted down the coordinates of where it had been blinking, drawing a small star next to it. She also jotted down the other coordinates of the trackers that stayed behind. But the one that went dark made the small hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She didn’t like that it was the only one that stopped blinking.

Hours ticked by. More coordinates were jotted down. Then, a cluster of the trackers stayed together while one continued onward, and her heart dropped to her stomach, knowing that nothing about that could be good.

At that moment, Peggy came barging into her tent, radio in hand. “Steve, where are you?”

“All I see is ocean,” came the garbled radio response. “This plane’s going down. Let’s get a raincheck on that date?”

Peggy’s eyes looked at Y/N frantically, and the other woman pointed a finger at the monitor, tracking who she assumed to be Steve, as it was the only light still moving on the screen. “We have your coordinates. We’re sending someone to get you. Stay put,” Peggy told Steve.

“It’s hard to stay put when I’m crashing.”

Static crackled through the radio. “Steve?” Peggy asked. “Steve, do you copy? Y/N, where is he?!”

“There, he’s there!” Y/N told the other woman, following the blinking light with her finger. “Have the Navy pick him up.”

Peggy watched the monitor over Y/N’s shoulder while she called into the radio for someone to send Steve’s location to the Navy. “And which are these?” she asked, pointing at the cluster of blinking lights.

“That’s the Hydra base. So we need to send someone to go get the survivors.”

“Yes, and these?” Peggy’s finger moved to the spattering of random locations of blinking lights.

“Bodies to pick up. Peggy, was Bucky with him?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“One of the lights. It dropped off in the mountains. But then the tracker went dead. It’s the only one that went dead.”

“And what does that mean? The tracker broke?”

“Or someone broke it. None of the others went dead. The tracker stayed blinking in the same spot, but it stayed on the map. All but that one. Something about it feels off to me.”

“We’ll figure it out after we get the team back.”

It was a long, and tense wait for Steve and the survivors of the team to make it back, Y/N scanning around for Bucky. “Where is he?” she demanded, pulling Steve aside.

“Hello to you too, Y/N.”

“Hi, Steve. Glad you’re back after your nice swim in the Atlantic. Where’s Bucky?”

Steve swallowed, lowering his head.

“Steve…” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes. “Where is he?”

“Let’s go talk,” was all he said, ushering her into a tent where they’d have more privacy.

“Just tell me if he’s dead or not,” she said, her voice cracking as she crossed her arms.

“I don’t know…”

“How do you not know?”

“I mean, I don’t know. On the train. It was a set up. Hydra was waiting for us. There was a fight. I tried to grab him, but he slipped.”

The blinking light that went dead in the mountains. “Steve…”

“I tried, Y/N. I tried to keep him safe. But he just slipped. And I dunno how anyone could survive a fall from that high up. You’d have to be super human or something.”

“The serum.”

“I’m sorry?”

“The serum!” she said again, hope rising in her voice. “Steve, the serum!”

“What about it?”

“Bucky has it! It’s in him like it’s in you!”

“He’s a super soldier?!”

“Yes! It happened when his unit got captured last year.”

“So he could have survived?!”

“He could have survived!”

“Well, where’s the tracker?! Let’s go!”

Y/N frowned.

“What? What is it?”

“The only tracker that stayed in the mountains went dead two minutes after your team went forward. It’s the only tracker that went off the radar.”

“We were pretty high up. Is it possible it just broke?”

“Let’s hope so.”

Two hours later, Peggy, Steve, and Y/N trekked through the snow in search of any signs of Bucky. Thousands of feet up in the air, Y/N could make out the train track. “I don’t get it,” she grumbled, her boot kicking at a patch of snow. “The coordinates are right here. So where is he?”

“Uh… Y/N?” Steve said, holding up two pieces of a black bracelet.

“My tracker…” she mourned the two broken pieces.

“But look at how it’s broken. It’s like someone snapped it in half. Buck wouldn’t have done that.”

“But whoever took him would,” Y/N said.

“But who took him?”

“I’ll give you two guesses.”

“But Hydra’s done. We won,” Steve said, not understanding.

Y/N shook her head, kicking at more snow as tears started to slide down her cheeks. “You said you were ambushed right? That they knew you were coming?”

“Yeah…”

“Steve, Hydra is more than just the Nazis. It’s everyone that opposes SHIELD. How many enemies besides the Nazis does America have?”

“So Buck could be anywhere?”

“Yes, and once news breaks of your mission, and with the war itself starting to end, any of the remaining Hydra heads are going to lay low.”

“And we can’t find Buck until we find Hydra. If he survives.”

“He’s a super soldier. If he managed to survive that fall, I’m sure Hydra will want to keep him alive as long as they can. Turn him into an asset they can exploit. Provided he doesn’t cause them any trouble.”

“Oh, it’s Buck. All he does is cause trouble,” Steve chuckled humorlessly before sighing. “I don’t know which reality I wanna live in. One where he’s dead. Or one where he's missing, and I don’t know how or when I’ll find him, or what he’ll be when I do.”

“I know,” she nodded, more tears falling down her face. “But at least when I believe he’s alive, there’s hope. And I need that hope, Steve.”

Steve pulled her in for a tight hug. Steve wanted to give her more reassurance, to tell her the truth about how Bucky felt about her, but he decided against it, understanding finally why Bucky had never said anything himself. He couldn’t bear the idea of breaking her heart more than it was already breaking. Likewise, Y/N wanted to give Steve his own reassurance. For him to know how much her heart was breaking for him because she knew how much Bucky meant to him, because he had meant just as much to her. But instead, she sniffled into Steve’s chest, his own tears dropping into her hair while he whispered, “We’ll find him. Somehow. We’ll find him,” on a loop as he held her to him, both of them mourning their friend.

~~~

1953

“Y/N!” Steve said loudly as he burst into the woman’s office, a wide grin on the captain’s face. “You’re gonna love me.”

“I think your wife might have a problem with that,” she teased, barely looking up from her work to acknowledge her friend.

He placed a folder down on her desk. “Just look at this, will you?”

She opened the folder, giving it a look through. “Hydra intel? Now that’s a name I haven’t heard in a while.”

“Yep. They’re still staying low. Taking advantage of civil uprisings to eliminate threats to their cause.”

“Well, that’s certainly one way to go about being undetected. Where do we come in?”

“We’re the next threat. Or at least, Washington D.C. is. You in?”

“Who’s the team?”

“Right now? Just me.”

“Rogers…”

He raised his hands. “I know it sounds bad. But, a lot of people aren’t willing to believe Hydra’s behind the attacks. So it’s not an official mission we have any clearance on.”

Y/N waved the folder. “So this isn’t an official report? What is this then?”

“My own personal research,” he said with a sheepish grin.

“Rogers…”

“Look, I can’t explain it. I just have a feeling that I’m right.”

“So you want my help staking out the meeting at Capitol Hill next week on the feeling that Hydra might be plotting something?”

“Yes. You in?”

“You better not be wrong.”

A week later, Steve and Y/N stood watch, both of them silently hoping he was wrong, but also hoping he was right. For the first half hour, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The lull into the false sense of security before the sound of a bomb went off, sending everyone into panic mode.

Y/N crouched down, eyes scanning around for anything that didn’t fit the pattern of how a terrified citizen would act. “You see anything?” she spoke into her earpiece.

“There!” Steve’s voice shouted in her ear. “Long hair. Mask. Metal arm. Gun,” he rattled off the details.

“Location?!”

“Headed your way. Run!”

Y/N took off, eyes on the lookout for whoever Steve had described. “Run! Move!” she shouted as she pushed people aside. Gunfire rang out, and she felt a sharp white-hot pain in her chest as she took cover behind a car, her heartbeat drumming loudly in her ears. Applying pressure to the wound, she looked around for the shooter, hoping Steve was on his way to her.

She turned her head to the sound of a gun cocking, eyes going wide with fear as she spotted the person Steve had described, gun pointed her way.

She held her breath as the man took aim, then changed his mind as Steve came charging at him. With his metal arm, he threw a punch at Steve, who quickly threw up his shield to block it, the sound of metal hitting metal creating a loud clanking sound. Quickly, the man pushed the shield aside, kicking Steve in the chest, the action causing both men to fall backwards.

Y/N watched from her vantage point as the shooter pulled up his gun, shooting a rapid succession at Steve who curled up behind his shield, the bullets ricocheting off. Steve took advantage of the man pausing to reload to draw in closer. The shooter got in more shots, before Steve roundhouse kicked the gun free. Not missing a beat, the shooter pulled out another gun, firing off more shots that got deflected by the shield.

In another brief pause, Steve took a swing that the shooter dodged. Steve immediately came up swinging with the shield, which the shooter grabbed easily, both men trying to punch each other around it. Annoyed, the shooter grabbed onto the shield with his other hand, giving a sharp twist, flipping both Steve and the shield, leaving Steve defenseless. Y/N gasped, knowing she needed to get moving and help. “C’mon, c’mon,” she hissed, pressing her palm firmer into her wound, wishing she had a way to hold her shirt in place as a makeshift bandage.

Not caring, Steve raised his fists, both of them going back to exchanging blows until the metal arm connected solidly into his chest, knocking him backwards. Steve quickly rolled back to his feet before charging at the masked man again, who launched the shield. Steve twisted out of the way, the shield embedding itself into a car right behind him. Steve kept running, as his opponent freed a knife from his side, slashing at Steve’s punches. One of Steve’s punches got the man straight in the jaw. As the man grunted from the impact, Steve jumped to deliver a kick to the chest, knocking the assailant backwards. Wasting no time, Steve went in for another kick, his foot connecting again.

The blows however, did little to stop the other man as he came back at Steve. He threw a punch with the nonmetal arm that Steve grabbed onto and flipped the man onto his back. But in a swift blur, the man got up, the metal hand gripping tightly around Steve’s throat before throwing him.

Steve fell to the ground, gasping for air as the man kept coming. A punch that Steve narrowly missed shattered the asphalt. Somehow Steve got to his feet as his attacker pulled out another knife. Punches and knife slashes were deflected, as Steve lured the man closer to free his shield that was still lodged in the car.

Freeing the shield, Steve brought it in between where metal met flesh at the man’s shoulder, trying to cut the metal arm loose. When that didn’t work, Steve flipped the man in a backwards somersault, his mask clattering to the ground.

Everything froze for a terrible second, Steve’s chest heaving with exertion as the shooter rose to his feet, turning to face Steve. The captain’s eyebrows pulled together in stunned confusion, recognizing his opponent instantly. “Bucky?” he whispered, not sure if he wanted to believe what he was seeing.

Y/N decided it was now or never to provide Steve with much needed backup. Without being able to take pressure off her wound, she decided her only option was to somehow kick Bucky from behind. But she first had to get up somewhere high enough to land a kick where it would do the most damage. With a grunt and her free hand, she pulled herself up onto the roof of the car she’d been taking cover behind, Bucky right below her.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” the man asked, pulling a gun on Steve and taking aim. He was about to pull the trigger when Y/N jumped, kicking Bucky in the back of the head as she came down almost directly on top of him.

Bucky fell forward, rolling to his feet as Y/N landed on hers, preparing for him to turn his attention to her. Instead though, he kept his attention on Steve, scared confusion on his face. He pulled a grenade free, throwing it at Steve, and while both Steve and Y/N crouched to cover themselves with the small explosion, Bucky used the distraction to disappear.

“I knew it,” was all Y/N could say as she winced from the pain.

Steve rushed over to her, eyes full of worry as they took in the gunshot. “We should get that checked out.”

“And figure out how to get our Bucky back. Steve, that was exactly what I feared was going to happen when we didn’t find him.”

“I know. I know.”

“How though? Steve… he was only with Hydra a month before you rescued him last time. And it was bad. I don’t know how much you saw compared to what I did. But it wasn’t good. He had nightmares right up until you guys left for that last mission. A month had that kind of effect on him. Now we’re up against eight years. How do we bring him back from this?”

“What stopped me from becoming that?”

“The fact that we didn’t brainwash you of your humanity.”

“So, all we gotta do is tap into that humanity. I mean, did you see how he stopped once I realized it was him?”

“You mean how he threw a grenade at your head? How he shot me?”

“His humanity is still there, Y/N. We just have to get to it.”

“How?!”

“By using you.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Steve sighed. “I was never supposed to be the one to tell you this. He was. But Bucky liked you from the minute he met you. But he was adamant about not telling you he did until the war was over. Because he couldn’t bear the idea of something happening to him and it breaking your heart. He wanted to make sure he was safe first, able to give you stability in not worrying about him.”

“Well, he’s a fool, because I worried about him and my heart broke anyway.”

“He meant well. But, because of how he felt about you, I think you’re the answer to bringing him back.”

“How though, Steve? He looked right at me, and still tried to shoot me again.”

Steve sighed again. “You might hate me for this suggestion. But kiss him.”

“You want me to kiss the man who just tried to kill us both? Are you insane?!”

“It could work.”

“Like some fairytale? True love’s kiss breaks the spell? Only in this case the spell is eight years of brainwashing him into an obedient assassin?”

“Yeah, basically,” Steve nodded.

She threw up her hands in exasperation. “I thought we were friends, and here you are telling me to kiss the assassin who shot me, Rogers! Are you trying to get me killed?!”

“I’m only saying it might be our best bet at getting our Bucky back. But, if you’re not up for it, I understand. It’s a huge risk.”

She narrowed her eyes. “If I die kissing Bucky, I will haunt you for the rest of your days, Rogers,” she threatened.

Steve flashed her a charming smile. “I’ve been reliably informed that dying kissing Buck would be a heavenly way to go.”

It would take awhile to get Operation Fairytale going, as Y/N healed from her gunshot wound and Hydra had the smarts to go back to laying low.

All in all, it took about two months before Steve was bursting back into Y/N’s office with a wide smile. “Find him?” was all she asked.

“Yep,” Steve said, grinning wider. “You ready?”

“Let’s go.”

As they traveled to where Steve claimed he had found Bucky, he reminded her of what she was to do. “Keep your distance. You don’t wanna be on the receiving end of his regular arm, much less his metal one. But you have to get close enough at the same time. Something about using his name will start to draw him out, so use it a lot. Then you can probably get close enough to where he won’t actively want to hurt you.”

She nodded. “But you’ll be close by if your hunch doesn’t work?”

“As close as I can without tipping him off that I’m there, yes.”

“This plan is insane, you know that, right?”

“Why do you think it’s just me and you?”

She sighed, closing her eyes and taking a slow breath to steady herself. “Just don’t let me die, yeah?”

“That’s part of the plan.”

“Love that confidence…”

“Last chance to back out. I can try to tap into his humanity on my own. I already did it once. I just think you’d have a better chance at cracking into him than I do.”

“Just don’t let me die, Steve. Because one way or another we’re gonna get Bucky back. But if I die in the process, I don’t want it to have been for nothing.”

“That’s why keeping you alive is an important part of the plan.”

Both too soon and not soon enough, Y/N found herself face to face with Bucky. Well, face to back. “Bucky,” she called out, her voice soft and soothing. “Bucky, it’s Y/N. It’s me.”

The soldier turned, mask obscuring the lower half of his face, eyes cold blue steel as they regarded her. She silently cursed herself and Steve for forgetting about the mask. Another obstacle to figure a way around. “I don’t know who that is.”

“Yes, you do,” she said, taking a step forward. “You’re Bucky. And I’m Y/N. We know each other.”

“No, we don’t!” his voice rose, hands curling into fists at his sides.

Y/N dropped a hand to her side, ready to grab at her gun if she needed to. “I don’t want to fight you, Bucky. But I will if I have to.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky,” she taunted, fingers wrapping around the grip of her gun.

With a yell of frustration, Bucky advanced on her. In a swift motion, she freed the gun, firing off a few shots at him, stepping backwards as she did so.

He kept advancing, deflecting some of her shots with his metal arm, but one grazed across his ribs, causing him to hiss as blood splattered.

“I guess that makes us even?” she huffed as he stopped advancing, his fingers staining red as he brushed them against his wound, assessing the damage. “Stop now, and I won’t have to shoot you again.”

She couldn’t see the way his lips pulled aways from his teeth in a snarl, as he pulled a knife. Quickly he advanced, slashing out at her. “Really?!” she yelled angrily as she dodged and jumped backwards, trying to keep out of his arm’s reach. “You’re gonna try to stab me now, too?! James Buchanan Barnes!”

He gave an equally angry yell of his own, slashing at her faster with the knife. As he got within reach of her, she ducked down, sweeping out her leg to try and knock him off his feet. “It’s me, Bucky!” she screamed at him, each word a new attempt at a hit.

Whether it was her words finally getting to him or her taking an offensive position against him, Bucky stopped attacking back, putting all his efforts into blocking her blows. “Bucky!” she kept screaming, swiping at his face to knock off his mask. “You’re Bucky! Remember, damn it!”

“I don’t know who that is!” He grabbed her wrist in his hand before flinging her free, the strength sending her skiddering backwards.

“Yes, you do!” She lunged at him, tackling him to the ground, pinning his arms down with her knees. And knowing she had about a millisecond before he threw her off, she crushed her lips into his, putting as much emotion and power into it as possible.

A hand grabbed her shoulder and she braced herself for the impact of getting thrown like a ragdoll. But instead, the hand was pulling her in closer, Bucky’s lips moving to kiss her back. “Y/N,” he breathed against her mouth.

“It’s me. It’s me, Bucky,” she nodded, pulling away with a half laugh/half sob. “It’s me,” she repeated, sitting back on his chest.

“You shot me,” he coughed.

“You shot me first.”

“I didn’t know…” he told her, his breathing becoming erratic with fear and panic. “I didn’t know…”

“Shh, it’s okay,” she soothed, cupping his face in her hands and brushing at the tears that started to spill. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”

“Home,” he nodded as she climbed off of him and onto her feet, reaching a hand down to him. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

After a hesitant, then tearful reunion with Steve, Bucky recounted his time with Hydra as they all sat around Peggy and Steve’s house. Much like how his conversation had gone with Y/N when he recounted his first go at captivity, the words spilled out in a rush, his hands clenched tightly at his sides as he refused to meet anyone’s eye for too long.

“It was like the first time. But worse. As the serum worked with more of us, they had us start fighting each other. The electrocutions… They’d use this list of words to put us in this mindset where our only task is to cause hurt. Like complete mind control. And if we weren’t getting electrocuted, fighting each other, or doing their bidding, we were put in these states of sleep. It’s not an army they’re creating. They’re creating a new breed of assassins.”

“Well, they’re down one super assassin now,” Steve said, relief mixing with the deep concern of what Bucky’s news could mean for the future. “What happened to your arm? Was that them?”

Bucky shook his head. “No. Well… yes, but no. It happened when I was falling. I tried to grab anything to slow my fall, but I was going too fast. And then I was on my back in the snow. And then I wasn’t. And now I’m here.”

“You still wanna murder every last one them?” Y/N asked with a small smile.

Bucky raised his eyes to meet hers: haunted versus home. Slowly he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. So, I guess that makes us on the same side?”

“We were always on the same side, Bucky.”

He looked down at his side that sported a bandage under his shirt. “Plus or minus a few details anyway.” He scanned his eyes around the small house. “You got a spare bedroom here, Steve? Or anywhere I can lay down for a bit? Pretty tired.”

Steve nodded, but it was Y/N who stood up. “C’mon, I’ll show you,” she said.

“Y/N, you can grab him some clothes out of my closet. I think Buck and I are finally the same size.”

Bucky and Steve shared a laugh, as Bucky followed Y/N through the house to a bedroom. Bucky sat down on the edge of the bed as Y/N rummaged around in drawers, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt for the man. “Bathroom’s through that door,” she pointed, handing him the clothes.

“Thanks,” he said, taking the clothes and disappearing into the bathroom to change. “Um, can I ask you something?” he asked her through the door.

“Sure.”

“Would you mind staying with me? I- I don’t want to be alone…”

“Stay with you like sleep in the bed with you?”

“Well you don’t have to sleep if you’re not tired. But yeah. If you don’t mind.” As he pulled the bathroom door open, she could see the traces of fear lingering in his haunted look.

“Yeah, I’ll lay with you.”

“Thanks. And um…” he rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly. “C-can the light stay on?”

“Of course, Bucky. Whatever you need.”

“Just you,” he mumbled under his breath, but she heard him anyway, both of their cheeks flushing.

“When you wake up, maybe we can go out for that dance,” she teased as she crawled under the covers with him.

“Only if I can kiss you afterwards.”

“Or you could kiss me now.”

His breath caught as his fingers hooked under her chin, guiding her in for a kiss. “Thank you for not leaving me,” he whispered.

“I could never leave you, Bucky.”

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[halfyourheart]

Hej, I'm really bad at finding fanfics that I actually enjoy. So I was wondering if you knew any 5sos fanfics where it's just cute stuff. Like just two people obsessed with each other. Some kissing and fluff maybe :)) Sorry if this is too random, but it was worth a try

hi hi hi anon! 💗 

Sorry for the freaking late response, life has been busy 🥲

This might be stuff that you’ve already read, so I apologise in advance but onto the fluff (in no particular order)! 

(I assumed since you requested some kissing and fluff that we were aiming for a general and/or teen rating - lemme know if that’s wrong 💛) 

(also didn’t know what length you were looking for - so some have a bit of plot and some are shorter one-shots 💗) 

I really just went through some of my favourite fic writers and picked some personal favourite fics with your requests in mind :D (also they’re very luke centric because… yeah)(but every writer has fluff related to another pairing I’m pretty sure so check them out!)

the essentials - galacticsugar / @burstingsunrise

Pairing: Michael Clifford & Luke Hemmings

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Words: 1677

Summary: They’ve only been on tour for a couple weeks, but there’s already stray glitter littering the bottom of Luke’s black toiletry bag. 

I immediately thought of this fic, because it’s one of the softest things I have ever had the pleasure of reading. It’s friendship, but that doesn’t deter from the fluff! and it never will! it’s very sweet to explore luke’s relationship with makeup, michael’s relationship with luke, and Michaels relationship with luke’s relationship with makeup! 

Putting on makeup is such a personal thing. It’s a fun little ritual that makes you feel good and sharing that with another person is such a lovely thing !! like here is something I love !! and I am sharing that with you !! it’s an extension of me !! and michael actively taking part even if he’s complaining about it (I mean banter is their love language so) is just AH. 

I think about this fic a lot. 

crowning glory - kaleidoscopeminds / @kaleidoscopeminds

Pairing: Luke Hemmings & Calum Hood

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 1000

Summary: It’s not unusual for Luke to find somewhere to nap pre-soundcheck if they have time, curling his too-long limbs up into an impressively small croissant of Luke Hemmings, his curly head just poking out the side

Napping with someone, or in this case, one person is napping while the other is just in their presence, is just so much casual intimacy, which is my kryptonite, that it makes my head explode. 

This is a routine that they’ve established !! meaning it’s repetitive and something that comforts them both !! they feel safe enough to let their guards down and just exist in each other’s space. Calum doesn’t want to talk to anyone so he just sits with sleeping luke and pets him. That is the softest shit and it makes me want to sob. 

This is short and sweet and the gratuitous descriptions of luke, specifically his curls, will send me to an early grave. 

stolen shirts/heart - kaleidoscopeminds / @kaleidoscopeminds

Pairing: Luke Hemmings/Calum Hood

Rating: Teen and Up Audience 

Words: 6132

Summary: There's a sort of inevitability that comes with being in this band. A set of concrete circumstances that never seems to change. They annoy each other to hell, they know every last thing about each other, Calum is in love with Luke, and Luke always steals Calum's clothes. 

That's the way it is. That's the way they all know it is, except maybe Luke, who might be ignorant to the third thing on the list.

Fluff, clothes sharing, and calum being obsessed with Luke, what more could you ask for? 

I like the passage of time being marked by what items of clothing Luke has stolen from Calum. That’s how the calendar should be 😌 All events can be related to this !! and I will die on this hill. 

sweet and salty - galacticsugar / @burstingsunrise

Pairing: Luke Hemmings/Calum Hood

Rating: Teen and Up Audience

Words: 9290

Summary: “We could get a bunch of stuff to try? See what’s good before we commit to buying anything in bulk?”

“That’s actually not bad,” Luke admits. “Go to the store, grab some things that catch our eye, try them out…” A fantastic idea is formulating in his head. An excuse to spend even more time with Calum. 

“We could make a night of it? Like have a full-on sleepover? Really surround ourselves in the sorority girl vibe.” He chuckles to ensure Calum is aware this is very much a joke. But also a very serious suggestion. But also definitely a joke.

Frat boys cake buying an assortment of bath bombs, face masks, nail polish, ONESIES, etc, and doing stereotypical sleepover things in the name of science (well in the name of making a gift basket for a sorority)? Iconic. 

I love you humour. I love you Luke jk unless-ing the whole time. I love you idiots in love trope. I love you frat boy!cake. I love you snapbacks (something I never thought I would ever say). I love you casual flirting that constantly confuses them because what are they! 

Cake is ridiculous in this and I love it !! 

I leave you with this snippet, “Has Luke’s friendship with Calum just been one long series of dates, and somewhere in there they just forgot they could be kissing?” 

you wanna be closer - kaleidoscopeminds /@kaleidoscopeminds

Pairing: Luke Hemmings/Calum Hood

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Words: 5063

Summary: In hindsight, Calum probably should have seen it coming. In hindsight, he supposes he was incredibly obtuse about it. And in hindsight, he wishes he had pulled his head out of his ass earlier (thanks Michael), so he could have been doing this earlier. He’s not dwelling on hindsight though when his brain is occupied with other things, specifically the way that Luke’s mouth feels against his own lips.

Five times Luke and Calum touch platonically, and once when Calum realises maybe it was never platonic at all.

Essentially a love letter to physical affection, my beloved !! Physical affection, whether platonic or romantic, is my shit !! Hugs!! forehead kisses!! hand holding!! legs touching just to remind the person that you’re next to them!! sharing space!!   just existing together !! 

As a 5+1 fic the scenes are little pockets of lovely moments with physical affection!! Fluffy touches!! 

The reminiscing in this fic about the progression of their relationship makes me very soft but also incredibly feral. 

Off-screen - allsassnoclass / @allsassnoclass

Pairing: Luke Hemmings/Ashton Irwin

Rating: General Audiences 

Words: 3038

Summary: Now that classes are being taught from home due to the pandemic, students are getting a glimpse into Professor Irwin's home life, especially when his mysterious husband keeps interrupting class.

An outsider POV about secret husbands lashton? I LOVE IT. I love an outsider POV because you get to see a pairings dynamic in a way they themselves probably don’t see. You see little subconscious things they don’t notice until pointed out! love that stuff :D Can’t get enough of people watching honestly !! 

and what if you’d never smiled at me - kaleidoscopeminds / @kaleidoscopeminds

Pairing: Luke Hemmings/Calum hood

Rating: Teen and Up Audience

Words: 14910

Summary: He opens up the loaf from the cut, exposing the pale inside that was previously encased by the dark crust. He wonders if you were to split people open whether they would match their appearance; he worries that his own exterior might be a little too much like the hard crust of his sourdough. Not Luke though. He’s pretty sure people like Luke are as soft and golden on the inside as they are on the outside. x Calum's really not happy about the new bakery that's just opened up down the road from his own bakery; it's gaudy and pastel and covered in flowers and is an offence to the name of baking. At least he's got a new regular to make him feel better about it all. One with a smile that can turn a day around just like that, even on a Tuesday.

I had to include a bakery au so I just added it!! I think it fills the obsessed prompt pretty well. Pining idiots my beloved. 

These are just some that I love! I didn’t want to go overboard because I feel like I’ve already done that agahsjsjsjsz

I would check out all the writers I’ve listed on AO3 because I’m sure there’s way more fluff, various ratings, pairings, etc. I’m just too focused on Luke 🧍‍♂️🥲

I hope this is kind of what you had in mind ! 💛

[bloodhoundluke]

motion ⎮ luke hemmings

description: luke is experiencing a tough time mentally; every day feels the same. what is his way out of the darkness?

pairing: she/her x luke hemmings

warnings: anxiety, depression, self-loathing, angst, cursing (let me know if there's anything else).

word count: 600ish.

a/:n: this is a bit short, i guess. it's pretty sad at first, too :( this is an angsty one, so i'd recommend maybe skipping reading this if you aren't in the best mental state. if there's anything you'd like to talk about, i am always here <3 ps. if you can find any mistakes (e.g. grammar), please do let me know!

this is pt. 3 of when facing the things we turn away from series. the parts are not related to each other; rather, i'd call them blurbs.

The pressure to finish the album. The hate. The self-loathing.  It became all too much to Luke; he had let everything bad consume him. He couldn’t even trust what he was seeing, as if his eyes were lying to him. Two months had been the same everyday: wake up, take care of Petunia, studio, come home, walk and feed Petunia, open a beer, sit in the darkness, go to sleep. Was that really what life had to offer? The same shit everyday. Numbness, sometimes pain. Why couldn’t Luke get it right? His life?

As time went on, time became an obscure concept to him. Tomorrow would be like yesterday, and yesterday had been like all the days before. Was there a way out for me, he wondered. The days were filled with regrets, anxiety and darkness. Sometimes it was blank. He blamed himself for everything wrong he had done in his life; sometimes he couldn’t even care less. What was the point, anyway?

Then it hit him. He needed to take action. If he moped around all day, what would that lead to? Nothing particularly good, as he had witnessed. So, he booked a therapist appointment after contemplating about it for a few weeks. It helped him to see what he could do in his life in order to be happier. So, he took mindful walks everyday in his neighborhood, hung out more with the boys and called home more often. He practiced being more mindful of his thoughts and did mental health exercises.

Luke felt alone, even though he had told his loved ones about his mental state. It felt like no one truly understood him. Or was it just in his head? He wanted to get better and started to cancel on parties and some other social events since his anxiety was at its peak. He felt selfish for that; he had always been to every social gathering he could go to. Luke knew he had been thinking about other people’s opinions for far too long. He wanted to please people, even if it meant his own suffering. But not anymore, Luke decided. 

His focus was on the future instead of the past; there was something he needed to find. Something that would make everything make sense. He knew there were some things he would never know, but still he was searching for some type of miracle. There had to be some sign from the universe, right? Luke needed to know what was his purpose. What he was supposed to put his energy into. A few months went by quickly and Luke was still stuck inside his own head. What was this miracle he was supposed to find?

And there she was standing in a flowy pale yellow maxi dress in the California sun. As Luke laid his eyes on her, he knew she’d be something special in his life. Even if it was just being acquaintances with her, he knew she was the one he wanted to find. Three coffee dates and four dinners later, he knew he had fallen hard for this woman. After one and a half years of dating and five months of living together, he knew she’d be the only one he would want to spend the rest of his life with. Her generous giggle, the habit of leaving doors and cabinets open, her urge to be physically close, the nervousness when meeting new people. He loved all that there was to her: the good, the bad and in-between. 

The couple lounged around in their living room, watching some romantic comedy Luke had picked. After a while of silently watching the movie, he decided to speak.

“I think you are my miracle, petal”, Luke caressed her cheek and looked at her with his eyes full of admiration. 

“I am not the miracle here, remember that. You helped yourself. You are your own miracle”, she smiled gently.

© 2022 bloodhoundluke.

[stanmammon]

Can I request nsfw head cannons of Diavolo, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, and Beel being unintentionally seduced by the MC? She’s bent over a counter scrolling through her D.D.D not noticing her position, she’s wearing a ribbed/top fitting sweater that cups her breasts, she’s sitting and her thighs are doing the squish (they’ll combust if she has thicc thighs), maybe she’s sweet to Luke and they’ll find her kindness attractive, or she’s laying on her stomach and her cake could be seen in her jeans (I got so many examples but she’s not doing much yet they’re turned on by it 😭)

Beelzebub: 

Your kind-hearted self truly means a lot to Beel and he becomes especially overjoyed when he sees you getting along well with Belphegor (as well as his other brothers), pleased to see that you fit into the family perfectly. When he sees you acting kindly he can’t help but want to hug you, and when he gets in close like that... Well, he can’t always help himself. His hands are practically all over you, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt (or skirt), caressing your bare skin as he whispers words of affection into your neck. Beel doesn’t entirely understand what sparked these feelings but he’s a demon who tried to go with the flow, and since you don’t reject his advances it must be fine. 

Diavolo: 

Diavolo is a demon who knows what he wants but he liked to play coy at times, pretending not to notice your shirt is riding up your back or that you’re bent over picking something off the ground. It drives him crazy that you really don’t know what you’re doing to him at times but he exercised his great self-control to reel in his desires, knowing he had to play it carefully due to his position. But he always chastises you lightly for teasing him in plain sight, fingers running along your jaw as he tells you how dangerous it could be for you to tempt the future king of hell. 

Lucifer: 

Lucifer’s eyes lingered on your backside a bit longer than he would’ve liked, knowing it was rather uncouth of him to lose his self-control like that. Yet, he knew you knew how tempting you truly were, that the sideways glance you gave him after he entered the room yet you still didn’t fix your position likely meant you were doing this to him on purpose. He tried to keep his head held high but it was hard with someone so tempting around, Lucifer leaning over and lightly scolding you for tempting him when you knew he was busy; with a playful nip of your ear he told you he’d like to see you in his room promptly, head filled with thoughts of the perfect punishment for you. 

Mammon: 

Mammon almost loses it then and there, seeing you bent over with a pair of pants that perfectly shows off your ass. His heart jumped in his chest as he got closer to you, gasping as he heard someone else enter the room and pushing himself up against you. You’re surprised at the sudden contact and turn look back at him with a raised eyebrow, listening with amusement at his stuttering responses (which you conclude is him saying he didn’t want anyone else to see what should be for his eyes only). Unfortunately, the sight had awoken the beast deep within him, said beast currently rubbing against your backside, and you were happy to know simply bending over the counter while scrolling through your D.D.D. was enough to ignite this type of reaction in him. 

Satan: 

Satan actively tried to keep his attention focused on his book as you placed the one you had just been reading away in it’s proper place, on your tip toes as you tried to reach for another that had caught your interest. After re-reading the same sentence a few times he stood to come help you, inhaling sharply as you accidentally bumped against him from your surprise. He wondered how the hell he ever managed to focus on his books when you were around and quickly realized that he didn’t, never capable of reading more than another few pages before he became absorbed in conversation with you (or quietly observing you as you flipped through a book or your phone). His mind is filled with thoughts of all the things he wants to do to you but he generally holds himself back. 

[actualbird]

throwback 2 last year when i designed n sewed hades inspired dresses cuz the old posts popped up in my notifs awhile ago and aaaAAAAA I MISS MAKING CLOTHES N DESIGNING EM

AND....... TOT CHARACTER INSPIRED DRESSES/ACCESSORIES WOULD BE SO FUN??? tot character aesthetics r modern/normal-ish so finding a way to translate that into an interesting design still evocative of the character......serpent motif for marius, maybe a shawl or scarf, detective-esque cape thing for luke or something involving a wing design to link to raven and ofc mc would have an awesome rose motif dress and ruffles/scalloped hem to liken to petals IM THINKING THOUGHTS AND IM JUS ITCHINF TO MAKE SHIT AGAIN IN GENERAL, I WANNA WRITE N DRAW AND MAKE STUFF but ive been so busy for the past 4 dayz i havent been able to do fandom stuff at all and i feel so DEPRIVED i know im talking like ive been locked in a cage for 1 year when in reality it was just half a week but PLSPLSSSS i cannot function if not constamtly creating.

went on a tangent, whatwas this post about????

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Hello, do you have a list of Lashton friends to lovers or enemies to lovers?

Currently we only have a general friends/enemies to lovers masterlist, but, here are some Lashton ones! I'll also go ahead and draft some masterlists as well!

- Alex

Enemies to Lovers:

Honeysuckle (ao3) - cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)

Summary: it's the 1970s, Ashton is a homophobic lead singer and Luke is the new gay roadie on tour with his band.

i feel the wind in my hair, chasing after you (ao3) - hideforalifetime

Summary: Luke works more than he should, is paid less than he should be for the amount of hours he works, goofs off at lunch with Calum, goes home to his dog Petunia in the evening and watches whatever’s on HBO. Then he does it all over again. And he’s sick of it. He wants a change. He wants to be the guy he was in college, free of all worries like rent and bills and all that bullshit. Just walking from class to the dorm to the bar, and every weekend, he’d go off on his own, just him and his motorbike. 

Or, the one where workaholic, control freak biker Luke Hemmings meets the most laid back guy he's ever seen. And he's hot, which is a plus.

Le Chatelier's Principle (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky)

Summary: Ever since being promoted to head waiter, Luke had had one problem that came in the form of a six foot, curly-headed, hazel eyed demon. And by demon, he meant his frustratingly stubborn, unfairly attractive co-worker, Ashton Irwin.

You'll Be Stuck On It Cause My Love's So Good (ao3) - senioritastyles

Summary: Luke and Ashton are football buddies until they're not and then they are again and then they're not and---okay, you get it.

you tell me you're tipsy, i tell you you're pretty (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Luke and Ashton wake up married during a weekend in Vegas

Friends to Lovers:

'I'm already something, to someone I dont know' (ao3) -Forbiddenmichael

Summary: luke has been in love with his best friend for so long, and now the time to tell ashton his feelings has long since past

the kids will be alright, eventually (ao3) - wafflelashton

Summary: ashton falls in love with his best friend, luke, and is somehow the last to know.

Warm On A Cold Night (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky)

Summary: In retrospect, Luke probably shouldn’t have offered to give Ashton a ride. He knows that now, thanks to the awkward silence and the nerves in the pit of his belly. But at the same time, what was he supposed to do? Leave Ashton standing out there in the harsh cold of winter? Of course not. Good people don’t do such things, and Luke likes to think of himself as a fairly good guy.

(Or, Luke and Ashton get stuck during a snow storm. But, maybe it's not as terrible as it seems.)

We're Our OTP (ao3) - felixandtae

Summary: Where Ashton and Luke make a YouTube channel together and eventually fall in love after they do challenges, tags, and Vlogs.

you can hear it in the silence (ao3) - fakecharliebrown

Summary: Ashton turns to look at Luke then. He doesn’t speak right away, appearing to consider his next words very carefully. He opens and closes his mouth several times, before finally, he says, “Do you think it’ll all work out for us?”

Luke hums softly. His head is angled in such a way that Petunia imagines he’s looking at their intertwined hands behind his dark sunglasses when he admits in a quiet voice, “I think it already has, Ash.”

Ashton squints at him for less than a second before he turns to face forward, closing his eyes against the bright afternoon sun, and says, “Yeah. I think you’re probably right.”

or; Petunia loves her boy more than anything in the world. When the world shuts down, she realizes that she might not be the only one.