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🐥 okay but how about a lil something based off of lyrics from 18 by Anarbor

So if you wanna piss off your parents, date me to scare them

Show them you're all grown up

If long hair and tattoos are what attract you

Baby then you're in luck

And I know it's just a phase

You're not in love with me

You wanna piss off your parents, baby

Piss off your parents

That's alright with me

dionysus!reader just turned 18 and is proving to her dad that she's all grown up but D won't listen cuz she's the only girl child he has so she dates the golden boy of camp, Luke Castellan to piss off her dad which he doesn't approve bcs well, he's his father's son

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luke castellan x dionysus!reader

a/n: yall know i love a dionysus!reader. in a world where rick didn't write children's books, luke castellan would've had tattoos and definitely fucked. anyways suggestive content ahead!!

wc: 692

You were only going to date Luke Castellan to prove a point.

You’re 18 now, and it’s about time that daddy dearest takes you seriously. Being Dionysus’ only daughter meant that you were essentially kept under lock and key, and it was so unfair in the grand scheme of things—there’s inhibitions inside you that beg to be set free… It’s not your fault. Might as well hit him where it hurts—so you went for the bane of Mr. D’s godly existence, also known as Luke Castellan.

It’s not your fault that your dad’s temper drove you to the doorstep of Cabin 11, twirling your hair between your fingers as you waited to see their cabin counselor. He sauntered over to the door with a half-grin on his face, slinging his arm to lean against the doorframe as he hovers over you. It’s not often that Camp Half-Blood’s princess comes asking for a favor. You always get what you want, even without asking, so it was a surprise to hear you give him the proposition of being in a fake relationship.

Truthfully, there was nothing in it for him. He’s a nice guy, and Luke just loves to piss your dad off. To outsiders, there was nothing that made more sense than Mr. D’s little girl dating the camp hero–Luke’s hand gripping your waist like it’s a vice and you pressing kisses onto his jaw and neck unlike the innocent girl everyone thought you were. Holding hands in public, sucking face at the bonfire, playing house with the campers—it was all part of a show that everyone adored, all except for Mr. D.

Your dad saw straight through it—hating that you had to pick a son of Hermes, hating the reality of his daughter entangling herself with the older boy who’s innate nature is to trick and deceive and penetrate through the many defenses your father set to protect you. It’s his fault for raising you to make everyone eat out of the palm of your hand. You always get what you want, and even daddy’s little princess isn’t safe from the wiles of that scar-faced sucker. It was a losing battle, even for the god of insanity—poor guy pulling at his graying hair at the conduct report Chiron put on his desk a few weeks later.

Getting caught in the stables with Luke’s hand up your skirt and your soft hands grazing the tattoos along his torso wasn’t necessarily part of the plan. The two of you were moving hay bales for the pegasi and it was hard work (that you made Luke do as you sat pretty on an overturned bucket). He was glistening with sweat, lifting his shirt to wipe his mouth—revealing the cascading tattoos along his ribcage and infiltrating your mind with other things he could put his mouth to if he wanted.

Who are we kidding—you want Luke Castellan, and you’ll be damned if you don’t have him right now.

All it took was scrunching up the hem of your denim skirt over your crossed legs and smiling at him in the sunlight and he was on you—twisting and writhing in hay as you kissed like your lives depended on it, even without an audience. The grins on both your faces signaled that neither of you cared, him grabbing the plush of your ass and you raking your nails up the back of his neck. Luke presses kisses into your collarbone, whispering things your dad would smite him for, but to you, it was like he was putting in the password to your untapped thirst. Ecstasy was about to unfurl with how his fingers played with the band of your underwear, tiny noises and nods letting him know he was doing everything right. It’s not your fault, really—you just want to prove a point!

But then the both of you were caught red-handed by a satyr, lips kiss-swollen and giggling at how he unraveled you so quickly. A conduct report was filed, but it didn’t stop Luke from finding new ways to unlock your deepest desires.

Besides, picking at locks is part of Luke’s expertise, among other things.

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writersdare · 11 months

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He Called Her a Fairy | Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader (she/her)

Summary: No matter how excited Luke was to go on tour, it was always too heartbreaking to say goodbye to Y/N. However, that parting was worth going through to meet again.

Warning: hurt/comfort, angsty

Word Count: 1 004

Requested: yes

Author’s Note: It's been a while! Thank you for continuing to read my stories, it truly motivates me to keep writing. I hope you'll enjoy this a bit moody but in a way cosy story with our golden boy ♡

Six months away from the loved ones was not a joke. Luke was always certain he’d get used to it eventually. Sure, it wasn’t easy, but over time he adapted to the new changes, even the most difficult ones. At teenage age Luke thought he’d never be able to ignore hate comments, but there he was. Of course, it still annoyed him, not as much as when he was starting a career of a musician, though. Yet, every time it was tough, almost unbearable, to leave home. No matter how excited Luke was to go on tour, it was just too heartbreaking to say goodbye to her. He hated it, truly.

The very first time, when they had to experience it, was, probably, the hardest. The musician refused to say goodbye and mumbled a short "I’ll text you at the airport". Luke was scared to think even for a slight second that it’d be their last time seeing each other. Maybe for someone it’d sound overdramatic, but the problem was that it did happen in the past. Just few months were enough for a partner to message him "we aren’t working any longer" and "it’s better to break up". Squeezing Y/N in the arms and trying to memorise her perfume, Luke barely kept a phrase "please, wait for me" to himself.

"It will pass quickly," she promised, being cheerful as much as she could, although once Luke left that door, Y/N burst into tears. The girl trusted her boyfriend, and the tears were not a reflection of doubts about him or their relationship, no. It was only an expression of bitter sadness because of the simple fact that they wouldn’t be able to see each other for quite some time.

LA looked a little bit alien. The flight was long and tedious. Usually Luke couldn’t sleep normally on planes, but the last few concerts were so exhausting that the whole fight back home he spent dozing off constantly. Even when his bandmates woke him up, saying they finally landed, the golden boy needed a minute or two to figure out where he was and what actually happened. And then it came as a wave – six months had passed. He was finally home.

It was the middle of the night, and Luke begged Y/N not to bother with driving to the airport. Even thought it could be romantic, in reality it was more of a torture for a public person. His girl was waiting at home. She did have a second thought to make a surprise at the airport, however, Luke was right, and there was no need to take a risk. The musician was too tired to deal with paparazzi as well.

Luke didn’t exactly remember how he ended up next to the entrance, waiting for Y/N to open the door. He was sleepy the whole way there, however, realising he was going to see her after six month being apart, it awakened goosebumps all over his body. The butterflies raised in the stomach once again. Suddenly, he felt cold, terrified by a pessimistic thought of her not being there. Or her, preparing a speech how she was not ready for that type of relationship, for that kind of difficulties. But ones Y/N opened the door, she jumped on Luke, cuddling softly, and the guy, lifting her from the floor, lost it, sobbing like a child and smelling her perfume, always the same, always so special.

"Baby…" Y/N had promised herself she wouldn’t cry when she’d see him, but as the girl heard a quiet sob, she couldn’t hold hers, too.

"Please, don’t go," the musician mumbled, letting out a phrase he had been holding since the day he left for the tour. Luke kept those words to himself, being scared they’d be prophetic, but at that moment the guy knew he had nothing to worry about. She was there. She was with him…

"What are you talking about? I won’t go anywhere," Y/N rested a palm on his cheek, smiling and glancing at Luke’s blue eyes. "You look so tired… You’ll eat and then have a rest, okay? You need to sleep a lot now, in few days it’ll get bett–"

"Hush, just kiss me," Luke chuckled, not being able to believe that the girl decided to give him recommendations how to survive jet lag. Him, travelling the world since he was a teenager! But that’s why he loved Y/N so much. She was caring from the very beginning, it was so unfamiliar and almost strange to him at first. The girl was never "too much"; Y/N always knew when Luke needed her and when he needed time alone. The musician called her a fairy, meaning Y/N certainly had magical powers, knowing him that well. "A witch" was too offensive by his taste, it didn’t suit the girl. She was a fragile soul that for some reason found a safe place in him. Luke couldn’t find the right words to express how actually thankful he was to her for choosing him. Him, with all the problems and flaws. Y/N would only laugh when he’d say that she was perfect. The girl would repeat that no one was, but that what was special about both of them.

"When you love someone, even flaws become favourites. I can get annoyed when you chew loudly, but when you were gone… Every time I had breakfast alone, it was too quiet," Y/N admitted, patting his golden hair.

Luke couldn’t get enough of her, so after late dinner, they lied together on a couch, and he cuddled Y/N tight, resting a head on her shoulder. The guy already warned that he wasn’t planning to let her go any time soon, but it’s not like Y/N was complaining. She didn’t mind a little battle who of them was more affectionate. And the silly competition has just begun.

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SIMILAR DESIRES, hemmings

a feeling of jealousy is all it takes for the emotions they kept hidden to come to light. tw; alcohol consumption, possible sexual innuendo but not really?? its just briefly mentioned idk

she didn't date around because she wanted a love that lasted, she said. she believed that when the right person came along she would know, and she didn't have to waste time on others she wouldn't put a second thought to in years to come. she'd known for a while, who that person was.

luke hemmings, the golden haired boy who had never shown her anything but appreciation, love and respect for who she was. she found it so hard not to fall in love with him, but she was already in the deep before she realised soon enough to swim to shore. now she felt like she was drowning, struggling against the tide that yelled at her to admit her feelings. but she wouldn't, she would float in the deep salty waters forever if it meant she wouldn't lose her best friend over some feelings that could make or break them. she wouldn't sabotage something so good for something that had so little potential, in her mind. but he wished she would say something, not that he knows she wants to. he looks at her with so much adoration and want that his bandmates are surprised she hasn't noticed that the man would run to the end of the earths for her. if she was drowning, he was swimming to her to help keep her afloat.

it's why he's sulking as he watches her across the bar, talking to some guy that had been eyeing her all night and approached her the minute the curly haired man wasn't glued to her side. he know's he has no right to feel this way, she wasn't his, she was allowed to talk to who she wanted. if she wanted to go home with this guy at the end of the night, she could, whether it felt like a stab in the heart to him or not. he would lay at home desperately trying not to think about the possibility of another man having his hands on her the way he wished he could, telling himself that he would finally tell her about his feelings only to wake up the next morning with the same old desire to keep them hidden.

"sorry that took so long." she stumbles back into the booth next to him, a booth way too small to fit the two of them and their friends meaning that her shoulder is pushed up against him.

"what happened to the guy you were talking to?" he tries his best to bite back his jealous tone, but he's glad she's tipsy enough to not notice as it comes through anyway.

"he was an ass." she shrugs, leaning her head into his shoulder a little. he swears she's trying to kill him, that she just knows what she does to him and is trying to push him over the edge or something. or its some sick joke from the universe, a way of pushing him into finally admitting his feelings for her. but the universe doesn't understand the consequences if it all went the opposite way than what he hoped and dreamt of.

"you okay, yn?" he snaps out of his thoughts of her when he hears calums voice, averting his gaze from the half empty drink in front of him to the girl resting against his shoulder. her eyes are near enough closed, and he guesses that she's far more gone than he originally thought.

"mmm." she hums, "kinda wanna go home, but nel has the only key." luke looks over to where yn's roommate is, dancing with a mutual friend she had run into and clearly showing no signs of wanting to leave anytime soon.

"you wanna stay with me tonight? we can get an uber." his hand comes up to stroke her arm, fingers tracing over the silver bracelet on her wrist. one he had never seen her take off.

"don't wanna take you away from the party." luke shakes his head at the insinuation that he would rather be in a sweaty nightclub than anywhere with her by his side. "are you sure?"

“of course, come on.”

luke stares at the boiling kettle as he lets himself get lost in his thoughts the next morning, knowing she's awake as he had heard her greet good morning to petunia a few minutes ago. its the worst he's felt in a while, and he's hardly even hungover. but every pent up emotion from the night before was weighing heavily on his shoulders now that she wasn't by his side, her scent distracting him from anything that could possibly bring his mood down. he thinks about how he was basically torturing himself with his withheld feelings for her, how he's so in love with her it makes him sick and yet he keeps himself from seizing a moment to tell her. god, he almost makes himself angry.

"morning." his voice shakes him out of his trance of staring at the boiling kettle, looking over towards the entrance of his kitchen. and he swears he falls in love all over again, the sight of the girl of his dreams standing sleepily in his shirt. no makeup after he had helped her take it off the night before, hair thrown up in a messy ponytail that was definitely in need of a redo with the amount of stray hairs falling out of it. but she had never looked more ethereal. "you didn't have to sleep on the couch," she comments, clearly having seen the stray blanket and pillows as she made her way towards the kitchen.

"i wasn't gonna let you sleep on it." and i don't think i can fathom sleeping in the same bed as you without kissing you senseless. he'll admit, there was more of a bite to his voice than he wanted. it wasn't her fault after all, that his feelings were bubbling up inside him and threatening to flood his kitchen right there and then.

"are you okay, luke?" her feet patter across the kitchen tile until she's stood next to him, looking at him with a worry in her eyes that he wishes he could kiss away. "did i say something to you last night?" she panics a little, at the thought of possibly upsetting him with something she said in a drunk frenzy, not that she was ever a mean drunk. and it definitely wouldn't have been true, it killed her how she could think no wrong of him. sometimes she wishes she could bring herself to hate him, it would make the distance between them feel so much easier. or maybe she had done the worst thing imaginable, she had confessed to him. and he hadn't felt the same way, and now their friendship was down the drain.

"no, no. don't worry, you didn't do anything." she could do no wrong to him, that's for sure. she could rip his heart out and crush it to pieces and he's sure he'd still swoon at the mere thought of her. «it's nothing, forget about it."

"nuh uh, tell me hemmings." she lifts herself onto the counter so she can be eye to with him, hands coming up to his shoulders so he wouldn't try and avoid the question or her gaze. if only she knew the electricity that ran through his veins at the feeling of her fingertips on his skin. if only he knew that being this close to him, and even closer, was all she had ever wanted for the rest of her life. "what's plaguing that pretty head of yours?"

“i shouldn't have felt the way i did when i saw you with that guy last night." it stumbles out of his lips before he can stop it, but staring into her eyes inhibits any white lie that he could possibly come up with. and now it was the ultimate moment that could his change his life forever, he could face her rejection and deal with it throughout the rest of their friendship, he could lose her forever. or maybe, just maybe, his dreams were about to come true. the universe would answer his silent prayers in the most blissful way possible.

"how did you feel?" she asks him with a quiet voice.

“i don't know." his jaw clenches a little as he thinks back to the night before, the sickly smile the guy had thrown at her. the wav it had made him feel. "angry. i guess. or jealous."

"jealous?"

"of him." he clarifies, "of the idea that he could possibly take you home if you wanted him to." the thought makes him want to throw up, when did he get so goddamn possessive?

"but you were the one to do that anyway" she comments, a small smile tugging at her lips. she never would have gone home with him, not when luke had been at the booth a few metres away and she could have easily gone back to him and enjoyed every minute of her night with him. he would always be her first choice, always.

"not in the way i wanted to." he shakes his head with a dry chuckle, as if he finds himself ridiculous. her heart is skipping beats as she processes his words, thoughts whirling as she tries to convince herself that what she was hearing wasn't a figment of her cruel imagination, that luke hemmings was actually in front of her confessing that he wanted her the way that she wanted him. "i can't have you in the way i want to."

"says who?" her hands move closer to this neck, painted finger nails dancing along with the curls on the back of his neck and raising goosebumps along his skin. her face is so close to his he can count every freckle or blemish upon her features that makes him fall for her even more. "it's your shirt i'm in, your bed i'm waking up in. what does that tell you?"

"that we may have similar desires." with that his lips are on hers, his mind basking in the feeling of something he had yearned for for so long. it was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment. every lingering touch that set their skin alight, every wandering thought of what it was like to be in eachothers arms was communicated through the simple act. and it was everything and nothing all at once, in the best way possible.

vai's thoughts: might edit this later cos i feel like the ending is rushed, but pls enjoy the first oneshot on this account and Imk ur thoughts!!

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heartache-otbs · 1 year

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"but i noticed you"

an: im baaaack

summary: little blurb, your friends left you alone in a bar while they dance with strangers. your best friend, luke happens to be at the same bar and comes up to you

word count: 545

warnings: drinking

pairing: luke hemmings x fem!reader

You sit at the bar, blowing bubbles in your drinks as you watch all of your friends dance with random men that approached them earlier in the night.

As you stare, it almost becomes a longing glare. How come no one came up to you? Were you just not attractive? Not a fun person to be around?

It's always been like this. Your friends always got noticed. Asked on dates, taken to dances, had boyfriends, girlfriends, everything. Everyone had experienced everything except for you.

And no one ever understood why you get so upset over that sort of thing. You always hear "it'll happen," but, will it?

You huff and lean back against the bar, twirling your straw with your tongue with a defeated pout.

You even put glitter on your boobs, how the hell has no one noticed you?

You feel a presence beside you, making you shift yor gaze, hoping to find a friend of yours that came back to actually hang out with you.

But you look over and see the golden-haired boy you grew up with.

"Oh, hey Luke," you chuckle, you reach out to stroke his shoulder as a greeting, "what're you up to?"

"Well, the guys brought me out but now they're dancing with a bunch of girls," Luke sighs as he nods his head in the direction of his friend Michael, who's pointing at a girl he's dancing with and mouths something to Luke that neither of you could understand. "Yeah...not my thing"

"My friends did the same to me," You grumble.

"Sore subject?" Luke muses as the bartender walks over to him.

"Drink?" The man asks.

"Four shots of whatever will get us drunk." Luke stares blankly at the bartender, holding a serious tone.

"Jeez, alright man."

"God! I'm so pissed off!" You drunkenly slur as you lean into Luke, pointing at your friends, "how come I'm not doing that?"

"What? Dancin'?" Luke turns his head in question, his eyes droopy and he has a drunk grin on his face, "we can dance sweetheart."

"No, that's not what I mean!" You groan, "no guy ever notices me. Those guys my friends are dancing with are guys they hadn't even met before. No one ever comes up to me." You nearly begin to cry as you grip onto Luke gor comfort, "is there something wrong with me?"

"Jesus, you're drunk," Luke slides you off your bar stool and settles you onto his lap, you lean your head into his chest. "But I noticed you." Luke puts his chin on top of your head as he speaks.

"But you know me. You've always known me, it's different." You roll your eyes.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is-"

"YN," Luke cuts you off, "do you remember how we met?"

"In grade school," You take your head out of Luke's chest and look up at him with furrowed brows.

"And what exactly happened?" Luke continues to question you.

"I don't remember..." You trail off as you ponder the thought.

"I noticed you. The first day you walked in that classroom. I saw how shiny your hair was, and how soft your skin looked. I was already obsessed with you. And I came up to you first when we needed partners in class, because I was already obsessed with you. So no, YN, it's not different."

To be continued?

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 5 days

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Luke/Calum (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

all that glitters is gold (ao3) - strxngersagain T, 30k

Summary: Luke is running from everyone, including himself, and Calum is getting tired from chasing after him.

all the way you take me (ao3) - olivias E, 3k

Summary: calum and luke making out in bathroom stalls of parties: normal. neck kisses and losing items of clothing: new. definitely new.

and what if you'd never smiled at me (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum T, 14k

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.

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.

cake topics (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum E, 39k

Summary: Every morning that week, Calum goes back to the bakery, collects his lemon bar, and sets up on the terrace with his laptop.

And every morning that week, he sees the tall guy with off duty model vibes, right around the same time, always carrying his iced coffee, always wearing a leather jacket. Since he’s all the way across the street, Calum doesn’t really get a good look at him beyond basic shapes, so the off duty model thing is based entirely on his build and the fact that he looks sort of effortlessly put together with his leather jacket and casual sneakers.

That’s probably why Calum waves like a maniac and blurts, “Hey buddy!” when he comes face to face with the guy when he’s in line for his lemon bar the following Monday morning.

crimson and cream (ao3) - galacticsugar T, 3k

Summary: Luke’s it for Calum. He’s always kind of known it, he’s just been patient. Waiting for some intangible thing that will make the time right. He’s not waiting for Luke to realize Calum’s it for him too. Luke also already knows. He just hasn’t quite realized he deserves to have what he wants.

Crush (ao3) - Calumthoodshands (tndart) T, 3k

Summary: It's Calum's birthday, and Luke agreed to come - against his better judgement. Because how the hell is he going to talk to the guy he's had a crush on for over half a year now?

Endlessly (ao3) - pxnkspace M, 3k

Summary: Calum and Luke have been together for almost five years now and Calum just wants to show Luke that he is the right guy for him.

fate lines (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum E, 44k

Summary: Calum makes decisions based on things that happen, and his life is a result of his series of choices, not some higher power pulling the strings. But there’s always an anomaly to the rule. To be discounted if looking at a trend, but there for a reason.

Luke Hemmings is Calum’s anomaly.

Because one thing Calum does know for sure. He met Luke Hemmings for a reason. He’s just never been sure what that reason is.

for you are not beside but within me (ao3) - elysianhood E, 11k

Summary: Calum pulled Luke up with his blonde locks by his right hand and wrapped his left tightly around his throat, restricting his airway, and leaned in close to the teary blue eyes, hissing threateningly, ‘You never – ever – speak to me like that ever again, you filthy slut. Ever. You don’t fucking tell me what to do. You’re just a fucktoy, remember? A dirty, fucking whore. That’s all you’ll ever be.’

or; Luke was a bad boy and Calum isn't happy.

I'm Going Blind from this Sweet Craving (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds T, 6k

Summary: “Bye, Luke,” Calum says. “Maybe see you tomorrow, and... Hope you have a great day too.” His face breaks out into a wider smile that reminds Luke of the feeling of getting just the right consistency for macaron batter, or a perfectly smooth finish on a cake, or the way good puff pastry flakes into the perfect fragments when you cut through a mille-feuille. Or something.

A bakery au

in a big red bow (ao3) - galacticsugar M, 7k

Summary: 5 times Calum checks out Luke's ass and 1 time he finally gets to touch it.

in the in between (ao3) - galacticsugar M, 32k

Summary: “What the fuck is this?”

It’s pretty much Luke’s first full spoken-in-person-sentence to Calum in months.

It’s his first sentence to Calum in months, and he’s yelling it in the middle of his driveway at seven in the morning, while a dog yelps back at him from down the street. It’s perfect.

“I thought you said you wanted iced coffee,” Calum replies defensively, consciously diverting his eyes away from Luke’s face because it’s the only way he can be sure he’s not staring. He needs to act normal, but he can’t remember exactly what acting normal around Luke actually entails. Probably not constantly shifting his eyes around like he’s possessed. He forces his eyes back to Luke’s face before Luke goes off in search of a priest skilled in exorcisms.

Late - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) E, 9k

Summary: Calum loves when Luke comes over late. When Luke comes over late, he has to stay the night.

Lips Pressed Close to Mine (ao3) - FayeHunter E, 30k

Summary: Being Luke’s rebound after his breakup should have been easy, but unfortunately for Calum, he’s sort of in love with Luke. It certainly makes things more complicated

Looking In Your Eyes And They’re Burning Fire (ao3) - fourdrunksluts E, 8k

Summary: Luke doesn’t think he’s very good at sex, so Calum helps him practice, and maybe learns a few things along the way.

no control (ao3) - dazedlight (opinionoutpost) E, 5k

Summary: Michael and Ashton have way too much loud sex, and Calum and Luke decide to make their displeasure known.

off track (ao3) - galacticsugar, kaleidoscopeminds E, 113k

Summary: Calum’s bumped into exes before, of course, but not all his exes are Luke Hemmings, who’s the sort of person that Calum had gotten used to the idea of never seeing again. And Calum had long since reasoned that it’s probably for the best that he doesn’t see him in the flesh ever, because Luke Hemmings is an itch in the back of his brain that never quite goes away, that he’s never been able to scratch, the someone that features in his dreams when he lets his subconscious take the reins.

He’s Calum’s the one that got away.

Peer Reviewed - @daydadahlias cornflowerblue (daydadahlias) luke/calum, michael/ashton T, 12k

Summary: Luke’s throat goes a bit dry, cheeks warming instantly. Okay, fuck, this guy’s, like, really fucking hot.

They very very rarely have super hot guys come to the writing center. Frankly, Ashton is probably the hottest guy Luke knows that’s ever come in but Michael is way too infatuated with him for Luke to even consider catching a crush.

But that means this guy is fair game.

or the one where Luke is a writing center consultant at his college and Calum needs help with a paper

stained hearts (ao3) - galacticsugar M, 28k

Summary: “I’m not really looking for a serious relationship right now.”

Okay. That’s okay. Good, even. Get to know each other before they get in too deep.

“But I liked spending time with you and I liked having sex with you and I’d like to do it again.” Luke squeezes Calum’s hand, pulling Calum’s gaze to his face. He’s smiling softly, eyes illuminated by the sun, starbursts in his pupils and shadows of his curls in perfect spirals on his shoulders. “If you want.”

Casual. Sure. Calum can do casual.

“I want.”

The Bruises On Your Thighs Like My Fingerprints (You're About To Bloom) (ao3) - Migs E, 5k

Summary: Calum doesn't like it when other people touch his boyfriend's perfect arse. Because what if someone can touch it better than Calum? What if Luke leaves him for some better arse toucher? Calum can't let that happen. He can't let someone take away his future with Luke, their two dogs and a litter of puppies, just because they worshiped that ass better than he did.

OR Calum gets riled up when other people touch Luke's butt so he reminds Luke who can satisfy him best.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5 seconds of summer #5sos #luke hemmings #calum hood #cake #cake masterlist #masterlists

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astrid19202 · 2 years

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Hi Everyone! Sorry I haven’t updated in a little while but I hope this makes up for it, it’s a tad long but I figured a slight story to it would be nice? I hope so.

Luke Hemmings was an enigma.

A beautiful and daunting enigma that made your thighs push together and head dizzy.

Your heart beating faster with every look of his pretty blue eyes.

Every time you tried to avoid him, both his presence and the mere thought in your mind, he would creep through the shadows and wrap you up in his darkness.

Though deep down, you didn’t care. In fact, you absolutely adored it, adored him. You loved him.

And interestingly enough, he felt the same way. He was utterly and completely in love with you even though it took both his stupid ego and broken pieces to stitch together the truth.

The innocence and power you held over him was almost pathetic, but he could care less anymore.

But unfortunately for him, he’d fucked up.

After harsh words that sliced through your heart from the last encounter you two had, that being 9 months ago, he’d stupidly let you walk out the door.

Now, all he felt was regret and anger as he held the wedding invitation he stole from your friends mailbox between his fingers.

The title reading, “Your invited to Y/N and Mark’s wedding!” In curvy scripture, both your signatures at the bottom alongside the date and time.

Throwing the invitation to the ground and pulling out his gun, he shot bullets through it until he couldn’t see it anymore and only small white ripped pieces of paper were left.

Upon hearing the gun shots, Michael, Calum and Ashton bursted through his office door, guns in their hands and ready for action. Fully prepared for another casual shoot out with another gang attempting to kill their boss. It was like nothing to them at this point.

However, instead of seeing dead bodies piled around Luke’s office and their leader ready to be killed by Luke before they could question him further, they found him standing there furious and alone.

“Dude what the fuck we thought something was wrong”

“Yea what are you shooting at?”

“God I hope you didn’t kill anyone downstairs”-

“Shut the fuck up!” He shouted while putting his gun back in its hostler and ran his fingers through his golden hair.

“We have a new mission this weekend boys” He spoke as he wrote down the location he memorized and handed it to Calum.

“Thirteenth chapel in San Fransisco?” He read off.

“What’s in San Francisco?” Michael looked up.

Folding his arms together as he walked towards the balcony overlooking Los Angeles, the bright scenery in no comparison to the burning in his heart as he spoke out, “Y/N”.

Shocked overtook their faces when hearing your name, but before they could interject Luke turned towards them, a smirk now overlaying his features as he took his lip ring between his teeth.

“Get your ties and suits together boys, we have a wedding to crash”

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Truth be told, and as bad as it sounded, you didn’t want to marry Mark.

After 3 months of wallowing in misery from what happened between you and Luke, your mothers friend Betty introduced you to her son Mark and he became became the new man in your life. Though unbeknownst to you, he wasn’t a good person and cheated on you multiple times than could be counted.

However, through his sickeningly sweet persona and fake attitude, it appeared that he was someone who led you out the rain clouds Luke had left you in.

But you didn’t love him, and everything was happening so fast.

His and your mother threw a party one day, after you and Mark had been seeing each other for 6 months. It turned out to be an engagement party, even though no proposal had been made. Between all the congratulations and smiling faces, you didn’t say no.

They began the talk of what your future would hold; stability. Something Luke never mentioned to give you, despite him thinking of it 24/7, a future with the two of you in it. Even a baby, that he pictured would have your hair and maybe his eyes. A big house, and only love following along until death did you part. But he was scared, and didn’t tell you sooner.

Now at the church, looking in the full length mirror, your gown hugged your curves and the white color contrasted your skin perfectly. This was suppose to be a happy occasion, but inside you felt nothing. Nothing but numbness.

“I knew you’d look beautiful sweetheart but god damn”

The familiar husky voice of none other than Luke Hemmings filled the small room sending a shiver down your spine.

Taking a deep breathe to hold your composure, you looked up at him.

There he was, in all in his glory, really in front of you. Classed in a red suit that contrasted with his black shirt underneath that was unbuttoned, showing a thick chain around his neck. His nails were painted red to match, silver thick rings wrapped around his fingers.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned quietly as you could since your family and other guest were just outside.

“Honey, did you really think I’d let you get married to someone that isn’t me?” He laughed as he took a step closer to you with each word until your back hit the wall behind you.

“You can’t do this to me, not now. Don’t you remember? What you said-“

Grasping your jaw in his hand making you stop speaking, your chin lifted as he made you look him in the eyes. He wanted you to see the sincerity and not just hear it.

“Please just forget about what I said, I was wrong. I was so fucking wrong baby, and all these months all I could think about was you. I’m so sorry. I hurt you, I know I did. I was a coward and an idiot for letting you walk away but fuck I am not letting you go. Not like this, your mine. I love you so much angel” He thumb rubbed at your bottom lip, the soft pink flesh bouncing back as he let it go and looked at your delicate face. “Just let me live the rest of my life loving you and I promise I’ll give you everything that you need”

Tears pooled in your eyes. He was telling the truth, if there was one thing he never was to you was a liar.

Nodding your head, he sighed and pressed his mouth to yours kissing you.

Before you knew it his tongue pushed past your lips as his large hands grasped your waist and guided you closer to the wall.

You moaned into his mouth and wandered your fingers up into his hair gripping it.

“Looking so pretty in this gown baby, gonna marry you in it instead of that bastard” He dipped his head down and kissed at your neck, leaving soft bruises into your skin.

“L-Luke” You whimpered as he pushed the straps of your dress off your shoulders and it pooled underneath your chest, letting your breasts free out the confines.

“Who’d he think he was huh?” He grunted as he grasped your tits and sucked at your right nipple, lapping the bud with his tongue and watching your head tilt back as he smirked.

“Trying to marry my girl, I’ll show everybody who’s girl you are right now” He pressed as one of his hands pushed underneath your skirt and into your panties. His mouthed continued to suck at your breasts, moving back and forth between each nub and sucking harder each time.

His thumb went into your pussy, gathering the wetness that began to pool when he kissed you the first time. Then he pulled it out before you could complain and rubbed at your swollen clit harshly.

You bit your bottom lip to hold in any noise, but Luke had other plans as he leaned up and kissed you, pulling your lip out from between your teeth.

Looking down at you with lustful blue eyes, he said “Don’t you dare hide your sounds, I wanna hear you”.

“Please don’t tease me” You begged, it’d been so long since you felt this much pleasure and only he could make you feel this way.

“I won’t, I’m gonna give you everything you need and more” He smirked.

Lifting you up, he sat you down on a nearby table then got down on his knees in front of you.

Taking a knife out his front pocket, he cut right down the middle of your gown making a nice curtain space for his head to slip between your thighs.

His lips nipped at the inside of your legs, up and up as he grasped them in his hands. Taking the edge of the knife, he guided it along with his mouth, and cut the band of your underwear that settled at your side making it fall down.

Quickly, Luke pushed his face between your thighs and sucked at your clit making you cry out.

Mumbling against your center, he said “hold onto my hair baby” and you did. Grasping his pretty locks in your hands as he drunk at your wetness.

“Taste so fucking good, your so wet for me too huh? Can’t wait to fuck you” He swore before dipping his tongue in and out of you.

His words made you wetter, thinking about him above you and thrusting in and out. His head tilted back and taking you while everyone waited for you walk down the aisle, but instead you were being fucked down the hallway.

Pulling your thighs apart more he lifted them onto his shoulders to give you stability and moved his hands up as he held your breasts in his hands as he ate you out.

Your back arched, “O-oh Luke” You whined out.

Luke groaned into your pussy as you said his name, he rubbed at your nipples with his fingers stimulating your orgasm. His cock was aching, it’s been so long since he had you and now that he was he was on cloud nine. Images flashed his mind of the many positions he wanted to get you into, bent over, riding him, face down, anything and everything. He loved making you feel good, especially how beautiful you looked as he did so.

Grinding your hips into his mouth, you tugged at the ends of his hair as he harshly sucked at your clit one last time before you exploded.

Whimpers escaped your pouty lips, eyes fluttering shut as your head fell down while you finished.

But before you could gather yourself, you felt Luke’s presence standing above you as he lifted your head up by your chin.

“Ready for me baby?” He kissed your nose with a cocky smile, showing off his straight white teeth.

“Mhmm” You let out as best you could, your previous orgasm still settling beneath you.

Luke hand made home again between your thighs, taking no second more as his pointer and middle finger pushed in and the out of you. Your favorite ring of his brushed your clit just slightly making you moan as you grasped his suit jacket.

“Words angel, I need you tell me what you want” He smiled watching you fall apart all over again. His other hand wrapped around your throat, providing a slight pressure making you gasp out as he guided you into him.

“Please fuck me Lu, need your cock so bad” You spread your legs as you looked up at him fully this time.

“Such a slut for me baby, begging me to fuck you with everyone outside. I love you so much” He kissed you again as he undid his trousers.

“I love you more” You panted as you both pulled away and started leaving kisses at his jaw and neck, sucking your own marks onto his skin.

The big bad mafia boss blushed slightly at your words and the way you sweetly kissed him, even when he was about to fuck your brains out.

Shaking his head, he pulled you to your feet and turned you around making you lean over the table and face the large mirror that displayed in front you both.

Grasping your hair in one hand, he made you look at him through the reflection and groped at your breasts with his other.

“Watch how pretty you look when I fuck you” He whispered into your ear and lifted your gown from behind you, displaying your ass in front of him.

Biting his lip ring, he slapped your right cheek hard making you moan and raise your ass towards him more.

“Such” Spank

“A fucking ” Spank

“Good Girl” Spank

His rings left marks on each of your cheeks making both of you flush.

Before you could beg any further Luke guided his tip to your entrance and shoved his cock into you making you double over slightly into the table.

His brows furrowed as he bit his lip and titled his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he took your hips in his hands, pelvis hitting against your ass as he fucked you.

“Luke!“ You moaned out, not caring if anyone heard you at this point.

“Yea that’s it, say my name while I fuck this sweet pussy of yours” He moans back feeling your wet walls wrap around him.

He couldn’t stop himself from gripping your waist harder, guiding you back and forth onto his cock as you took him.

The table began moving further up the floor from its originally position, closer to the mirror and helping you watch as Luke fucked you from behind.

Your hair was a mess, purple and pink marks from his mouth adorned your neck, your bridal gown ripped and torn in different places. But despite all that, you never looked better and he loved it.

Your moans became louder and higher in pitch, feeling his cock hit your g-spot repeatedly as a strangled cry left your lips.

Luke pulled out of you completely and slammed back into you, the feeling of you stretching around his cock making him whimper in response and his head hung low watching as he filled your pussy just right.

“Fucking hell baby” He grunted lowly and plunged deeply into you as he spanked your ass again, “God, you feel so fucking good” He said shakily into your neck.

Now pressing into your back he held your tits in his large hands to stable himself now and rutted into your ass harder.

“Just made for my cock aren’t you sweetie? All mine aren’t you?” He purred making you let out small whimpers of “uh, uh, uhs” each time he pushed in and out of you.

“Luke” You said breathlessly feeling his mouth suck onto your neck again while making eye contact with you in the mirror, watching as he surrounded you like a devil from behind.

Feeling how close the both of you were, Luke mercilessly fucked you faster against the table, “Goddamit” He cried tossing his head back alongside you and began rubbing at your clit.

Your ass bounced against his hips as he spread your thighs more, ramming into your heat roughly.

“Oh fuck” He groaned feeling you clench tightly around him as you came triggering his own release and filling you up to the hilt.

Moaning out each others names as you came together, Luke leisurely slowed down his pace until he pulled out.

A moment passed and now there you both stood, starring at each other in adoration from the aftermath of what just fell between you both.

Luke’s gathered your face in his hands and kissed your lips for the hundredth time making you giggle.

“Now baby, let’s go find you a new dress” He took your hand and guided you both out the door, seeing the shocked faces of your family and Mark as you left the chapel.

Michael, Calum and Ashton followed behind and asked a million questions.

But all you could do was stare at the diamond ring Luke replaced on your left hand with one of his own before you both had left.

#luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings #luke hemming imagines #luke smut #5sos smut #mafia love

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violetsandfluff · 2 years

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Some Things Are Meant to Be

Masterpost

Word count: 1k+

Pairing: female!reader and Luke Hemmings

Genre: fluff, still a slow burn

Warnings: slow burn, hopeless obsession, yk…

Inspired by:

like a river flows surely to the sea, darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be.

Taglist: @chocochipcookie305

“Y/N, right?” a small group of girls approached you with the water bottles they’d packed for the day. “Can we sit by you? We’re a little nervous for uni and all.”

“Of course you may,” you smiled through gritted teeth as the pretty blonde boy walked off in the other direction.

Whatever, you decided. He probably knew other people here.

“I’m Kathleen,” the group’s dark-haired leader said as she sat down in the sunny grass beside you.

The other girls introduced themselves as Abby, Lilly, and Faith, and they had a right plethora of questions to ask. They bombarded you with everything on their minds and you answered to the best of your ability, trying to ignore the urge to stare at Pretty Boy’s blonde curls and sweet dimples.

He. Could. Wait. Couldn’t he?

The other three nodded.

“Are you staying there?” you prompted, and they shook their heads no.

“But they are.” Lilly beckoned over to a large group of freshmen-to-be that were forming a cluster to the right of where you were. In the midst of them was Him.

His golden hair framed his face like a halo. This was actually sick. How could someone be so innocently hot?

“You wanna come get some lunch with us once this is done?” Kathleen suggested. “We know a good Chinese place just up the street a bit.”

“That sounds great!” you said, trying to sound cordial rather than irritable. “I… love… Chinese food!”

—-

“Why are they following us?” Abby scoffed as she threw a glance over her shoulder.

“They can’t get enough of our immaculate vibe,” Kathy joked.

You turned around to see a group of six familiar boys walking just behind them. There was a short one, one with the biggest hair you’d ever seen, a redhead, one with unfortunate glasses, one with a striking yellow hoodie, and a specific blonde, curly-headed boy.

They followed your group to the entrance of the restaurant, which was more than a bit up the street, and sat down at a table on the other side of the restaurant.

Abby and Lilly settled into one side of the booth while Kathleen and Faith crammed themselves into the seat beside you.

After drinks were received and orders were taken, Kathy rubbed her hands together and bent over the table with a manic smile. “Fuck, marry, kill, anybody?”

“Yes please!” Abby cried in delight. “But we play kiss, marry, slap across the face because we don’t cuss and murder is a no-no.”

“Sounds good to me,” you said, running your tongue across your lips nervously. “Who should start?”

“I will,” Faith volunteered. “Kiss, marry, slap… Harry Styles, Justin Timberlake, Jungkook.”

“Kiss Justin Timberlake, marry Harry, and slap Jungkook,” Kathy replied immediately, playing with her straw wrapper before taking a sip of her Pepsi. “Who likes BTS, anyways?”

“Excuse me, I do!” Abby huffed in mock annoyance. “So I’ll kiss Justin, marry Jungkook, and slap Mr. Styles, your beloved, into next year.”

“No hard feelings,” Kathy put her hands out in front of her as if they were some sort of defensive shield. “No need to be mean about it.”

“Slap them all,” Lilly said, twisting her hair around her finger. “If you want good music, you’ve gotta go way back in time.”

“Let’s marry a centuries dead man!” Faith exclaimed with animated hand gestures. “That sounds like a grand adventure, doesn’t it?”

“We’re not fucking music, Lil,” Kathy explained. “Go for looks.”

“What do they even look like?” Lilly rested her head on her arms on the table. “Who’s the hottest?”

“Let Y/N decide,” Abby suggested wisely.

“Err…” you croaked, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. “K-kiss Jungkook… marry Harry Styles, and kill—slap—Justin Timberlake?”

“I respect that,” Kathy nodded. “Faith, why don’t you come up with one?”

“How about them?” she beckoned with a smirk to the boys’ table. “Kiss, marry, slap… Ashton, Peter, and Wesley.”

“Who?” you asked, flushing crimson.

“Ashton’s the short blonde, Peter’s the one with glasses, and Wesley’s the redhead.”

“Oh… well… kiss Peter, marry Ashton, and slap Wesley?”

“No, Y/N,” Kathy laughed, slamming a hand down onto the table. “Ashton’s a dumbass. On second thought, they’re all dumbasses. Let’s move on. Y/N, got anything for us?”

“Who are the other three?” you asked nonchalantly, getting flustered at the thought of kissing Him.

“Parker, Caden, and Luke.”

“Which one’s which?”

“Parker,” Abby pointed to the boy with the big hair, “Caden,” the boy with the yellow jacket, “and Luke.”

“Fuck, marry, kill Parker, Caden, and Luke.”

“Kiss, marry, slap,” Faith corrected. “Kiss Parker, marry Luke, and slap Caden. It should be illegal to wear a hoodie like that.”

“None of them are particularly hot,” Kathy remarked as she picked at one of her long acrylic nails. “Abby, Lilly, Y/N? Do you have answers?”

“Slap Luke,” Lilly giggled.

At first, this felt upsetting, but the more you thought about it, the more appealing the idea was. “Slap Luke,” you agreed with a smile.

“What makes you say that?” Kathleen looked up, suddenly interested.

“He looks like he needs it,” you lied through gritted teeth. Your real reasoning was that you’d be able to touch his soft cheeks.

After you had eaten your food, you opened your fortune cookies together.

“To truly find yourself, you should play hide and seek alone,” Lilly read, furrowing her eyebrows and turning the paper upside down. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Heck, Lil,” Faith corrected. “Mine says, our brightest blazes of gladness are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks. Whatever that means. Read yours, Kat, you always get good ones.”

“Soon you will receive a letter from a loved one. Whatever?”

“Something wonderful is about to happy. That’s really nice for me, I guess. Read yours, Y/N. Maybe it’s decent.”

“Relationships are like investments. The more you put in… the greater your return.”

Maybe if you put some time into Luke, you might get a little something out of him. He was staying at the same place as you, after all. He shouldn’t be that hard to locate.

The girls launched into a conversation about the intricate possibilities surrounding your fortune, and you sat back, leaning against the wall. How many floors were in the hotel? How many rooms?

How many chances that Luke was your neighbor?

#Spotify #Luke Hemmings #Luke hemmings imagine #Luke hemmings fanfic #Luke hemmings fluff #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos imagine #you ain’t nothing but a heartache #can’t help falling in love #haley reinhart #luke hemmings x reader #fanfic #imagine #fluff #flutterfly alley #yellow 💛 heart

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soulfm · 2 years

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hi hello its me again ;o its angel, ur admin, ur mother hello. i bring u all another muse, which i’m really excited for ! ty all to those who helped, u guys really reassured me and gave me the courage to bring ren to life :’) anyway here’s my lotus, n i’ll be using that to refer to him constantly so ur warned sorry abt it. y’all can contact me on any of my muse blogs or since i’m constantly switching accounts, my discord which u can find on somi’s intro ♡

i’ve got his profile, stats, some plots & a cool lil pinterest for him !

↳ ✧˚∗ — welcome to infinite entertainment! it’s MIYAZAKI REN (SOUL), who is the LEAD GUITARIST of TIDAL. i’ve heard whispers that the 28 year old is pretty INDEPENDENT but lowkey RESERVED. also, doesn’t he remind you of NAKAMOTO YUTA?

FAMILY/GROWING UP

ren was born in osaka, japan on february 5, 1997

his parents were firmly business oriented people so they were away a lot

and because of that, he was raised mostly by his grandparents, he loves and treasures them a lot

as time went on being under their care, he learned to take care of them as well

but ren is very closed off from his parents, them being too strict and him not knowing how to handle that

however he wasn’t a lonely child, he was very close with his cousins and had a couple friends in his lessons

he did alright in school, liking his classes but loving his music class

his music teacher taught him guitar at age 10 bc of his potential and he just continued on after that

TIDAL ERA

so he debuted in tidal when he was 18, having been scouted at 17 by golden media entertainment at a school concert

although he was itching to get out into the world, he was iffy about accepting. he felt conflicted as his grandparents were getting older and he felt he had to take care of them in return now that he was able to

his parents overheard his scouting news and of course, was not happy, wanting him to do more with his life rather than music

but his grandparents soon convinced him and he was on a plane to south korea

he trained for a year and a half, eventually getting put into tidal

while training, he was put in dance classes in case the band planning wouldn’t work so he’d be ready in case a boy group was approved instead so he has some skills in that

ren was very timid at first, not used to crowds or cameras or any of the idol life really but he eventually warmed up to everything

but still goofs off for lunas :’) they’re constantly like ‘is this really tidal’s quiet/normal member ?’

and his members too to make them smile or cheer them up, like an introvert who’s only loud around his friends

think jun from seventeen (my man :’))

but he’s gone big brother mode sometimes, giving them water or offering to go first during a photoshoot so they can rest more or u can call him the dad/mom friend, either way he doesn’t mind

ren also likes to participate in lyric writing, it’s his outlet for his heaviest thoughts

inspiration for performance mannerisms ; luke hemmings (5sos) and phantom (ghost)

doing a tiny dance (luke & phantom) and being silly + getting on his knees more than he should (phantom)

PERSONALITY

like i’ve mentioned !! he’s a reserved lil guy

but he frequently has these moments where he wants to have some fun and explore new things, he didn’t really get to as a kid/teen as he was very timid and stuck to only familiar places or basically by his grandparents’ sides

and that being said, even though he may be very shy, he’s all for adventure !!!

take him to get ramen on some far away street or explore an abandoned pool with him, yeah. . idol image who ??

peak raccoon behavior

he was sad when golden media got acquired, he doesn’t like change that much

he’s VERY scared of the higher execs of infinite, they remind him a lot of his parents and that’s enough to make him feel like a kid again

he’s super protective of his members and friends though, holding them close and putting them in his pocket n making sure they’re happy

his quietness can get him in trouble though, getting mistaken for him just being snobby or intimidating but that’s not his intention

continuing on my streak of hoe muses, my son is indeed partaking in that lifestyle (where somi is highkey about it, ren is lowkey)

OTHER

after doing some research, he will be an aquarius as it’s way too fitting

A NERD FOR NATURE

be gay do crimes basically except his crime is just wandering off at random times without telling anyone and collect rocks n lil trinkets or smth

when he can sit still, he’s glued to animal crossing and he totally got that from me

pls don’t ask me his hair color (it’s red, save his scalp)

LOVES PHOTOGRAPHY, he will take pics of everything he finds pretty

tattoos !!!!???? he’s got a good bunch

piercings ????!!!! give it all to him

can speak japanese, korean and learning english

i think ?? that’s it, yes yes pls love this dweeb

okok that’s all i promise aaa<3 i’ve got ideas on his plots page, took all most of them from somi’s but i’m open to anything tbh, im fr not picky about it so let’s brainstorm !! lmk if ur interested or i can hit u up,, ok love u guys ♡

#↳˳;; ❝ ooc ✧˚∗#infinite:intro

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cashtonsbetch · 2 years

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I love you, my angel.

#5sos #luke hemmings #my golden boy #angel

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writersdare · 1 year

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Sweeter Than Honey | Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Spending a simple evening with Y/N, Luke realised she was always his happy place.

Warning: fluff

Word Count: 1 095

Requested: yes

Author’s Note: Just a very sweet episode for you! I feel like it's usually rather hard for me to write something light, so I wanted to challenge myself a little. I hope you'll enjoy this one!

It’s been quite an exhausting day for Y/N, but what had made her keep going was a simple thought that once she’d be home, Luke would be there. Usually, she’d be back to an empty apartment, but as her boyfriend was finally having a rest from touring, they switched the places a little. However, even though the guy supposed to have his fairly deserved days off, Y/N, returning, found him in a home studio, staring at the computer.

The girl smiled shortly and silently entered the room. She touched Luke’s shoulders and leaned on him a bit, giving a kiss on a cheek. The guy looked rather tired with his messy golden hair and slightly red eyes. Seemed like he was there for a while.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” the guy touched Y/N’s palm with his, still looking at the screen. “How was the day?”

“Could be better,” she said honestly and kissed his cheek again, then glanced at the table. Besides millions of papers and pens, there were two cups of unfinished coffee and an empty box of cheese crackers.

“Baby, did you eat today?” Y/N asked and frowned a bit, realizing that it was on his table since the very morning, when she left for work. Did he really stay there for the whole day?

“Uh…” he mumbled, trying to remember. The guy sighed and turned around in a swivel chair and put Y/N on his knees. “I guess I kinda forgot.”

“You serious? Luke,” the girl sighed and touched his curls, leaving a short kiss on his lips.

“The day honestly passed really fast. I’ll have dinner with you.”

“Am I really supposed to call you during a day and ask if you had breakfast or lunch?” she giggled.

Luke chuckled shortly and squeezed her waist.

“I promise I’ll be more serious about it next time.”

“That’s better,” she smiled and kissed her favorite boy on his lips. “You, finish your stuff quickly, and I’m going to make something for us,” Y/N suggested and was about to stand up, when Luke only squeezed her in the cuddle tighter.

“Let’s order something. You’re tired, too,” the guy nuzzled her neck, so she felt like goosebumps started to run all over her body.

“Okay,” she smiled and went to the kitchen in five more minutes, as leaving his embrace was pretty much impossible.

And just after some time they were resting on a couch, chewing their favourite dishes. Only at that moment the guy realised how hungry he actually was. Y/N was glancing at him and trying to hold a soft smile – Luke looked too adorable like that. Seemed like the musician shared her thought as at some moment he froze and stared at her.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“When I’m eating?” the girl mumbled, chewing.

Luke chuckled and nodded,

“That’s too.”

He hesitated then and looked away. Something warm was burning his chest, and the palms became slightly wet all of a sudden. Luke was wondering if the idea that came to his mind that unexpectedly was a good hint and he needed to go for it, or actually to hold on a bit and go according to a plan he came up with earlier.

“You’re alright?” Y/N asked, noticing a slight change in her boyfriend’s mood.

“Yeah…” he mumbled and stood up, leaving the plate on a coffee table. “Wait here. Don’t go anywhere.”

“I’m glued to this couch tonight,” she giggled, still feeling quite tired after a long day of work.

Luke smiled and hurried up upstairs, feeling like his hands were shaking slightly. He was performing in front of millions of fans; he was talking to them, mostly strangers, on a daily basis and yet, he was scared to propose to a girlfriend he loved.

Maybe the time was weird. No, it definitely was weird, as they were having dinner together, and he just jumped from his place all of a sudden and ran upstairs. She’d probably think he’s weird. That thought, however, made him only smile, as they both enjoyed to be weird together.

Luke shoved his hand into a pile of clothes on a shelf and pulled out a velvet Tiffany box. He opened it carefully and looked at the ring he got for Y/N just a week ago. The guy was planning to propose next month in Australia, as they were going to have a trip there. However, as he bought the ring, he couldn’t stop thinking to already give it to her. He couldn’t wait any longer, he was becoming inpatient. So, nodding at himself in the mirror, Luke ran back downstairs and cleared the throat, trying his best to look normal. He stood up in front of the girl and gave her a hand. Y/N giggled and touched his palm, standing up.

“Do you want to dance?” she asked, and Luke could not stop looking at her beautiful smile.

“Almost,” he said and, without taking the eyes off her, went down on one knee. The girl felt like her heart honestly stopped beating for a moment. “Y/N,” Luke mumbled and cleared the throat again, as the voice was hoarse. He was clearly nervous. “I know that… the moment is slightly weird, but… being with you tonight made me realise… You… you are magical,” he chuckled and blushed, trying to gather his courage. “I don’t know how you do it, but each time you’re around I feel always better. Looking at you I know what love is. If someone would ask me to define what it is, I’d just say it’s you. I feel so lucky to meet you, to be with you. And I guess this simple time together, having dinner and enjoying the presence of each other made me realise that… that’s the perfect moment. And I want more of such, with you. Y/N…” he swallowed, hoping it wasn’t that noticeable how anxious he was. “Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?...”

Y/N wasn’t almost breathing. She was listening to Luke, smiling and quietly crying from happiness. The girl nodded, when the guy uttered the beloved question, and, realising she was still silent, hurried up to say,

“Yes. Of course, yes, Luke, you make me so happy.”

Y/N sobbed, as Luke carefully put a ring on her finger, and she touched his hands, not being able to wait any longer to hug the guy. He caught her on his arms, though, and touched the girl’s lips. The kiss was slightly salty because of all happy tears, and yet it felt sweeter than honey.

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