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81folklore · 8 months

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older - CL16

pairings: charles leclerc x male!singer!reader (fc: luke hemmings)

summary: singer yn ln releases a love song with his boyfriend, and the public are not prepared for who it is about

authors note: this has been on my mind for SO LONG. i honestly dont like how many fics ive been doing on the same people (charles, lando etc) but whenever i go to start a new one on my list for someone else i think of something that i have to do😭 also in this reader is not a part of 5sos but close friends with the 3, wfttwtaf is readers album and older is exclusivly the readers song

authors note 2: i wanted to quickly clarify i am NOT speculating that charles or luke are gay/queer and this is not my intentions. luke obviously sings older and i find it easier to visualise it this way, while the reader in this is male, this could also be read as gn!reader. this is FICTION please do not tkae this as me speculating anything

authors note 3: i didnt really know what i was doing with this so its kind of all over the place and very rushed :/ but then again when arent my smau all over the place?? also can you tell i hate writing comments by the way i just dont😭

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we started this song together back in 2020 and picked it back up at the end of 2022

'Older' was originally a voice memo of a 50’s-style love song that we wrote together, then forgot about. when thinking of concepts for my debut album i stumbled across the memo and fell in love with it all over again, but i put it aside yet again as to me, it deserved more than the album

the song has changed a lot from the original voice memo, but the meaning has stayed the same throughout. despite all the beauty, the ups and downs of a long-term relationship over many years, there’s inevitably going to be the worst moment of your love because one of you is going to lose each other

capturing those feelings in a song was tricky but ultimately we wrote from the heart and i think it shows in the song itself

this has always been a song between us, so having him play on this song was very importnt to me and im glad he said yes

older is now yours

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im very pleased to announce a very special one off show at the Royal Albert Hall in London this November 18th. I will be playing a bunch of tracks from my debut album and may be joined to play some others aswell! Tickets on sale this monday at 10 am BST. Lots of love always, yn x

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thank you for an incredible night at the royal albert hall

looking back at the best night of my life, i need to thank each and every one of you who allowed this dream to come true, i will never be able to thank you guys enough

performing in my dream venue, with my favorite people in the world was something i never thought was possible and yet here i am, writing this still on my high from last night

thank you to my friends; michael, ashton and calum who took the time to come to london and perform their songs with me, thank you for always loving me and agreeing to my crazy ideas

to my team and everyone who worked to make this night as special as it could be, thank you. thank you for making my htoughts a reality and making this night as wonderful as possible

thank you to the staff who worked throughout the show to make sure everyone was safe, well and looked after. you truly do not get as much credit as you deserve and i apreciate the hard work you put in to keep everyone happy

thank you to those who joined me, i wish each and every one of you who wanted to could have been there. thank you for singing along and listening to me pour my heart and soul into my music

thank you for letting me do this x

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user55: not the pcd hitting already☹️

user1: and im supposed to pretend i didnt see yn and 5sos perform os/co??

user89: CHARLES?? YN IS DATING CHARLES??

user91: AND HE CAME ON STAGE?? AND THEY PERFORMED OLDER??

user50: i cant believe i saw this all happen live

user47: THANK YOU TO WHOEVER WAS RUNING THE GRAINY LIVESTREAM I OWE YOU MY LIFE🧎🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

ashtonirwin: thank you for everything yn. youre a real life angel

user16: NO CHARLES MENTION??

user9: BESTIE HE HAS A WHOLE POST

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after having time to process this show, I feel so overcome with gratefulness. my music means so much to me and seeing so many people resonate with it in a live space was so special for me.

charlie, my life would literally fall apart without you and this would have never happened without you giving me the confidence to do so, i hold so much love and admiration for you

thank you for joining me on such a special night and performing our song with me, thank you for sticking with me through it all and thank you for allowing me to share this part of my life with you

i sometimes wonder where i would be if i didnt find you, if i wasnt blessed with your love. i try to think about the times before you, before us, but both feel impossible to do after feeling your love

life with you is so special and i promise to always cherish and love you

merci de m'avoir laissé vieillir avec toi, merci de m'avoir laissé t'adorer, merci de m'avoir choisi (thank you for letting me get old with you, thank you for letting me adore you, thank you for choosing me)

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charles_leclerc: mon ange, je t'aimerai toujours (my angel, I will always love you)

charles_leclerc: je suis tellement privilégiée d'être celle que tu aimes🤍🤍 (I'm so privileged to be the one you love)

yourusername: vieillir avec toi ne semble pas si effrayant🖤🖤 (growing old with you doesn't seem so scary)

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lukesvalentyne · 8 months

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take my hand tour

luke hemmings x fem!reader

fc: devon lee carlson

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see you in the cone 💐

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lukehemmings pretty girl 🫣 ↳ yn love uuuu liked by lukehemmings

lukehemmings we’re young, we’re hung, we’re 5SOS ↳ yn one of these statements is incorrect🤔. ↳ lukehemmings whatever you say🙄 liked by author

calumhood big fan! liked by author

ashtonirwin 🤎💫 liked by author

michaelclifford that quote makes me uncomfortable ↳ yn same.

yndaily i want to be friends with them😫

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lukehemmings you make me a complete mess.

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5SOSlatest ohh he’s got it bad for her ↳ livielovesyn who can blame him she’s gorge

lukeisapenguin i dont know if i want him or her…. ↳ 5secondstomars BOTH!!!

yn caught up in heaven🪽✨💫🩷 liked by author. ↳ lukehemmings 👼 💕

calumhood whipped! ↳ lukehemmings 🙄🙄

lukehemmings 2h

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yndaily yn in the crowd tonight with a fan !!

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ynlatest she seems so sweet!

livielovesyn ugh i wanna meet her so bad

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yn having so much fun rn😁! take a guess at who i’m smiling at in the first one🤔

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lukehemmings smiley angel😇❤️ ↳ yn 💋💋💋💋

lukehemmings whos that guy on the second slide? ↳ yn my super hot, sexy boyfriend !! ↳ lukehemmings i’d say im hotter… be with me instead 🫣 liked by author ↳ lukesvalentyne i want what they have.

michaelclifford cals got no bitches. ↳ calumhood HEY! liked by author

livielovesyn MOM AND DAD!!

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#5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings x y/n #luke hemming imagines #luke 5sos #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings #social media au #calum hood #calum hood x reader #ashton irwin #ashton irwin x reader #michael clifford x reader #michael clifford #devon lee carlson

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heartache-otbs · 1 year

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daylight - lrh (songfic)

an: this song is stuck in my head and i figured it'd be an ouchie fic so im sorry

summary: songfic, daylight by maroon 5 (first verse / chorus)

pairing: luke hemmings x reader

warnings: angst maybe? it's sad.

word count: 767

Here I am waiting, I have to leave soon. Why am I holding on?

Luke lays under the cool silk sheets, your body close to his as he lightly caresses your face under the moonlight. He can't sleep.

He hasn't been able to sleep for weeks. He's been stressing about going off on tour, without you. He loved his job, he loved travelling the world and he loved his fans.

But he also hates his job, because it takes him away from you.

Tomorrow is the day he has to leave, you had fallen asleep pretty early, tired from helping him back and prepare. So Luke had been staring at you for hours, memorizing what your face looked like and touching every square inch of skin he could, trying to hold on to you.

We knew this day would come, we knew it all along. How did it come so fast?

Luke doesn't know why he's desperately trying to hold onto you when this day was inevitable, how could he be so upset when this day had been coming for months? Shouldn't have he accepted it by now?

He thought it was just yesterday that he came home to you, announcing that he could finally go back on tour after the pandemic. How happy you two were and how proud you were of Luke. There was so much love and happiness in that moment, yet that memory in Luke's mind has faded into a blue hue of hidden regret.

It's too soon. Luke begins having second thoughts. I can't leave.

This is our last night, but it's late. And I'm trying not to sleep. Because I know when I wake, I will have to slip away.

Luke has hit the point of exhaustion, he can barely keep his eyes open but he refuses to go to sleep. The moment he wakes up he has to get in the car and get on the road, you couldn't take him because you had a school priority that you couldn't get out of.

"That's okay," Luke had sighed when you told him that you wouldn't be able to see him off "you need to do what ya need to do YN"

Inside he was torn to shreds, knowing he couldn't kiss you at the gate made him not want to go through it.

So Luke kisses you now, soft kisses all over your face while you sleep, his soft lips lingering on your warm skin every few seconds as he makes sure to kiss every inch.

And when the daylight comes I'll have to go, but tonight I'm gonna hold you so close. Because in daylight we'll be on our own. But tonight I'm gonna hold you so close.

You actually cried so much before bed. Once Luke got in the shower, you lost it. You were in such hysterics that Luke heard you from the bathroom and came out to comfort you, tears escaping his face as well.

As you held each other, Luke kept promising that he was never going to let you go. That he'd never let anything come between the two of you, that he'd hold you forever if he needed to. He made a slight joke that he wouldn't go if it made you stop crying.

Was it really a joke though?

What the big thing was about the next day, was that you two had never necessarily been separated for each other for a long period of time. You two had gotten together right before the pandemic started, so you spent all of your time at each other's houses. Moved in together pretty quickly, he hadn't gone anywhere for work and if he did you went with him, because of the pandemic you had online school.

But now with societal normalities back in place, you and Luke had to be separated from each other. Something that you both would have to learn how to deal with.

You two really didn't know how to exist without the other one on hand, some would say it was an unhealthy codependency but you and Luke were just happy.

What would you even do without Luke? It'd be so quiet. So empty. You'd no longer have his comfort coming back from class. No more making pancakes for him on Saturday mornings. Your routine will be all out of sorts, what will make up for it?

You tried not to think about it once it crossed your mind, instead, you let Luke hold you as you drifted off, sinking into the last night you had him next to you, dreading the daylight.

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coleaep · 1 year

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💀MASTERLIST💀

🌹=smut

🤍=fluff

💀=angst

Evan peters

Period 🤍

Summary:

Yn gets cramp attacks and Evan is there for her

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Wall s!x 🌹

Taissa Farmiga

Im home 🤍

Taissa comes home from work and Yn spends the rest of the night with her as well as the morning

Tate Langdon

Nothing yet

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Kit Walker

Hard💀

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Kyle spencer

Nothing yet

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Dad!evan peters one shots

Tired 🤍

KURT COBAIN

After the show🌹

In the morning🤍

At his worst💀

Dad!Kurt

Back to bed

LUKE HEMMINGS

Lazy Night🤍

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theshyspy · 2 years

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Like a date - l.h

pairing: luke hemmings x fem!reader

summary: you’re sad luke is going on tour, but he’s quick to comfort you

words: 1.4k

a/n: its a tad angst but mostly luke being super sweet<33 but i hope you enjoy, and remember likes, reblogs and comments means a lot<3

You hadn’t been able to concentrate all day. Your mind being entirely occupied with the knowledge of how tomorrow the only one to greet you would be Petunia. The boys were heading out on tour and would be gone for months. And the thought of having to function without Luke for that long just tied the knot in your stomach tighter.

The drive home was a blur, your chest aching as the soft hum of the car played through your ears. It was already dark and every passing second nourished the longing crippling through you. Wanting nothing more than to soak up every inch of him and engrave the feeling of his touch in your mind. Hopelessly trying to have fractions of him close when he would be miles away.

A sigh fled your lips, tired of the traffic keeping your car in place and the ads produced by the radio. Deciding to be productive, you dialled Luke. He headed out early that morning, needing to help Calum with some things before leaving. You just hoped he was home already, selfishly wanting him for yourself for the rest of the evening.

“Hi babe,” he greeted, voice static over the speakers. “ Almost home?”

Nodding, you explained: “Yeah, I’ll be there in 15. What about you?”

“Not yet, we still have a few things to fix. But I promise I’ll hurry as much as I can.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry,” you reassured. “Take all the time you need.”

A thankful sigh played through your ears, and you could only picture the small smile resting on his lips as he spoke again. “I’ll see you soon, okay? I love you.”

“Love you too.”

With that, your phone beeped, signalling he’d hung up as you let your left hand play with the golden necklace resting around your neck. Knowing their dedication and how the tour preparations worked, he wouldn’t be back in at least two hours. You were always supportive of his career, but when he’d leave for months on end, he made it harder.

The weight of disappointment in your heart softly ached through your body, making the way home feel unfamiliarly long. As your driveway finally appeared in your vision, your tensed muscles visibly relaxed - grateful for the comfort of your home.

Illuminating the dark house, you flipped the switches and turned on the heath you inconveniently turned off before you left. The cool air circling through your house traced your skin and you enfolded your arms around your frame, shielding yourself.

Moving up the stairs, the floor creaked underneath your feet. Petunia padded behind you as you headed to your bedroom, placing a hand on the cold handle and pushing the door open.

The scene was exactly the way you left it that morning, the only thing sticking out being the black bag resting by his night stand. Denying yourself permission to let your gaze linger, you hurried over to the closet as the mere sight of the bag twisted your insides.

Grabbing a hold of the softest t-shirt he hadn’t packed, you pulled the green fabric close and let it rub against your skin. His scent filled your nostrils, and you were thankful as it eased a fraction of your throbbing heart.

You moved into the connected bathroom and headed over to the grand bathtub. The pearly white surface was cool as your forearm traced against it, mid-action of turning on the tap. It didn't take long before the air heated and fogged up the mirror in front of you, the damp forcing you to breathe heavier.

Undressing, you threw your clothes in the hamper standing by the tub and collected your hair in a high bun.

Your shoulders slumped together as you sat down. The hot water enfolding your frame and forcing out a shaky exhale as your back rested against the smooth surface. Your eyes comfortably adjusted to the dim lights as you closed them.

Baths had a magical effect, so easily soothing your bitter thoughts and curing your sadness. Something about the mixture of the sweet vanilla scent roaming through the room and the way your muscles finally unwinded.

Which was why you couldn’t grasp why your eyes stung behind your heavy eyelids. Your insides twisting and dread tugging at your heartstrings.

Your lips formed a pout, quivering downwards and plastering a frown across your features. The burning sensation in your stomach just grew as you pushed yourself to an upright position, arms resting around your folded legs. Running your wet hands through the roots of your hair, the normally relaxing damp air burned down your airways.

The train of thoughts rushing through your head turned into an overwhelming throb - each idea worse than the former. He hadn’t even left, and still you missed him and egotistically wanted him to stay. His presence held the title as your safe space and you couldn’t stop the fear as it pulsed through your veins. Who would hold you at 3 a.m when it all became too much, the world crumbling underneath your feet as you struggled to do something as easy as breathing?

The air hitched in your throat and the soft cries fleeing your lips echoed through the tiled walls. You pressed your warm palms against your eyelids, desperately trying to push away the stinging playing behind them as hot tears trailed down your face.

After all he’d done for you - all the things he sacrificed because he loved you - you were so disappointed in yourself for the unsupportive thoughts resting in your mind. He was gonna travel the world, exploring his passion with his best friends and somehow a part of you found the audacity to wish he didn’t.

“Y/N?”

Your head snapped towards the door. Luke leaned against the door frame, confusion lingering as a veil over his features before concern tied his brows together.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked, voice soft as he moved to your side. He knelt down beside you and rested a warm hand on your back, letting his thumb gently rub your skin.

You let out a humourless chuckle, almost embarrassed being caught mid-action in your pity party.

“It’s silly,” you confessed, brushing him off as the top of your hand graced your cheeks and dried your tears.

“Nothing that upsets you is silly.” You knew he meant it, the sincerity in his tone bright as day.

Your eyes lingered at the white bubbles dancing on top of the small waves, too heavy to shift. Still, you could feel his gaze fixed at you, gracing your features as his clammy hand moved from your back to your chin. The gentleness in his action making it easy to oblige as he turned your face towards him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-” you hesitated, resting your cheek against his touch and letting your hand cup his. “I’m just gonna miss you.”

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he exclaimed, leaning forward and planting a soft kiss against your temple. Sitting down, he rested his strong arms at the edge of the bath and placed his chin over them. “I’m gonna miss you too, so much.”

Your eyes found his warm ones, crinkled as a result of the sad smile on his lips. “I’m gonna call you every day,” he reassured.

Looking away, your heart was still weighed down - his comforting words having little effect as the different time zones played through your head. How little time it’d be in between the rehearsals, concerts, flights and short nights. The calls would consist of small ‘how are you’s before he’d have to go.

As if reading your mind, he continued. “Y/N I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night or 5 minutes before a show, if you need me, I’ll be there for you.”

You glanced back up at him, his eyes determined as they bore into yours. “You’re my girl, I always have time for you.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course,” he smiled, pushing himself up to a standing position, towering over you. “And as much as I wanna get in with you, I doubt you’ve eaten since lunch.”

You answered with a sheepish grin and he shook his head disapprovingly.

“I’ll make us something nice then. Just take your time here, okay?”

“So… like a date?”

“Like a date.”

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cruel-summerxy · 5 years

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michael clifford x reader// cut my lip

Y/N walked through the busy street. In all honesty, large places gave her anxiety but she felt calm. Her teacher had once told her that since New York City had so many people, just in one street you'd pass people from 50 different countries (is that right? to be honest she hadn't seen that teacher in ages,, oof, she should really go and visit back home- she really missed it but college was very hectic)

As she continued to walk, she became more cold. At least it isn't snowing yet, she thought. She could see her breath and it made her smile. Coming from a small town and moving to NYC was a huge step and difference, but she needed this change. In her hometown she had known the same people for six years (she had moved there mid 5th grade,, and to be honest it was hard to make friends,,. it wasn't until ninth grade until she made actual friends and for that she was grateful) She had never had a boyfriend and she really only talked to three boys, (one of them was aromantic) She truly blamed her anxiety, if she weren't anxious all the time she would've had a boyfriend(probably not), at least that's what she told herself.

Anywho, she had come out of her shell (barely, but it's a working progress tbh) She had made a couple of close friends here though, but she stopped talking to those from her hometown. It's weird how they all went their different ways, it was like highschool all over again but worse (she was now on a different STATE,, and she didn't know ANYONE.)

She tried though, she became friends with her roommate, she was the opposite of her though. Luna was an outgoing badass bitch, she could outdrink anyone and was good at everything! Who would've thought you could be smart and a party person? Luna introduced her to her friends and weird enough, they clicked!

Y/N continued to walk and hummed to her music. She was listening to Cut My Lip by Twenty One Pilots (that song put her in a mood,, a good mood,. it made her feel as if she could take on the world) She was near her apartment building and began to take off her headphones. She smiled at the homeless man and gave him her extra muffin (this made her feel less of a bad person)

Going up the stairs made her a bit breathless, those last few steps really got to her. She walked slowly through her hallway, trying to catch her breath. She looked towards her door and she saw a boy (man?) her age sitting beside her door.

She held tighter onto her backpack. Her great auntie had given it to her. It had a beautiful sunflower embedded (most people said that a sunflower fitted her personality well, she had idea what that meant but she took it as s complement.)

Okay, he's either here to kill me or….. nope he's here to kill me. If I scream will Willard do anything, I have been feeding him for the last two months! He better.

“Um excuse me, why are you sitting on my doorway? Not be rude! Of course…” she blabbered.

The boy(?) smiled awkwardly (for some reason he reminded her of a racoon). He checked for the time on his watch and his eyes widened.

“Oh shit, it's been two hours already?” He asked to himself, “I'm just waiting for Luna, do you think you can let me in and wait in there? It's kind of cold.”

“How do I know that you know Luna?” y/n asked in a hushed tone, “Can you call her? That way I can be sure that you know her…”

“Um, I don't have my phone. But you can call her! Tell her it's Michael!” he hollered desperately.

“I can't sorry. I'm in a hurry and even if you knew her, you'd be in there by yourself. Sorry Michael!” she said as she opened her door. She felt bad, but she was right!

“It's fine, I get it. But I do know her! Luna Madeleine McKay, that's her full name.”

“I know but….. ya'know?” she smiled apologetically.

He nodded and closed his eyes, “You better hurry before you're late Betsy.”

“That's… not my name.”

“I know.”

. .. …

Y/N is annoyed.

Proper annoyed.

Her stupid coworker had made her work the cashier, when she knew damn well it gave he anxiety! She was ready to cry and go to bed if she was being honesty. She tried opening her door but missed like four times. She anger her head against the door frustrated.

Finally, she opened the door. She set her bag down and let a scream out. “I hate this! Stupid Anastasia!”

“Um you okay there y/n? You wanna sit down?” Luna asked worried.

“Holy shit! I thought you weren't here! And… that racoon guy is here too. This is great just great!”

“Did you just call me the racoon guy? Wow, this is great.” Michael teased her.

Y/N rolled her eyes and frowned. This was a shit day in all honesty; she had to work and go to class all in the same day. Not to mention that she just called Michael a racoon…

“Mozzarella.” y/n said in a low voice. Luna and her had come up with a word to secretly tell each other that they were overwhelmed and needed some alone time. They had never actually used it, but Luna used it nonetheless.

“Okay… let's go Michael. Let's go the park, I hear that there's a bunch of funny-looking ducks.” Luna said. She stood up and Michael quickly followed, he was confused but followed either way.

“What's up with you and ducks Luna?” Michael laughed.

“Nothing, they're just cool and chill. Don't really do anything; if I'm being honest, I'm pretty sure that I was one in my past life.”

Luna and Michael continued their conversation out side. Y/N was very grateful, but embarrassed that she was the first to used mozzarella. Yeah Luna had issues as well but y/n always seemed to be the weaker out of the two.

. .. ...

Same old thing.

It was the same thing for y/n almost everyday: eat breakfast(probs a granola bar of we're being honest,, y/n is way too lazy and doesn't have enough time to stir something up), get ready quick, go to two classes back to back and then work (a) or sleep in a bit,.do homework and then got to work (b). Thank god(a woman) that she had neither school nor work today.

She was about open her eyes when she heard a knock. So much for waking up slowly, she thought. Rubbing her eye gently, she stood up and are her way to the door.

Her phone read 9:30 am. I wonder who that could be…. Maybe Willard needs something.

Y/N opened the door and there racoon eyes stood.

“Hey,” Michael smiled.

“Hey, um Luna isn't here…” y/n stuttered.

“Yeah, I know her schedule. Is it ok if hang here for a while? My roommate has someone over…. Let's just say, I don't wanna hear anything.” Michael revealed.

“This early?!” she chanted.

“Exactly what I thought!”

Y/N smiled with comfort stepped aside motioning racoon eyes to come in. Michael smiled and huffed a thanks. Y/N looked around nervously. She had never really had a boy over (not just here,, but back how as well!)

“So, do you have have any classes today y/n?” Michael asked nonchalantly.

“Um… no. Do you have any?”

“Nope, I'm free today. So what were your plans? Should we have a movie day?” Michael said upbeat.

“Uhhh… I have no plans. If you want to we can have a movie day.”

Michael stood up abruptly and clapped his hands. “Okay, I'll go pick up breakfast. Look for a movie series or show!” And with that racoon eyes was gone.

Why is he so chill all the time?

. .. …

“Okay, that's it! I'm done. Michael stop ruining every god damn movie!” y/n exclaimed annoyed.

Michael rolled his eyes, “what are you on about? I've not ruined anything!”

She stared at the boy with wide eyes and then proceeded to scold him. She reminded him of how during the first movie he said who was the killer, during the second one he slipped out how they were going to fall in love, and this one he muttered that the best part was when they found out she was pregnant.

“That's hardly even ruining! On that last one, the name of the film is Finally. Ya should've guessed the ending y/n!” he shouted

“Well some of us are slow! Thanks a lot Michael!”

“Hey, what's going on here? Why are you two screaming?” Luna asked worried.

“Y/N here doesn't understand common sense!”

“Common sense?! That's not common sense, do you even know what's common sense!” she groaned.

. .. ...

Well this is great, just great. Why is it so fucking dark out now? Oohhh wait, it's ‘cause an idiot decided to do daylight savings.

Y/N looked around on high alert. This campus is huge, and we all know that we can't trust everyone.

“Psst. Pssssst.”

Oh my, where's that coming from? I'm for sure gonna die.

“Y/N!”

“Oh my fucking god Michael! What the fuck!”

She swung her bag at the boy. He had given her a proper scare.

“Ooof, sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. It's just that Luna told me you were afraid of walking by yourself during the night and I decided to walk you home,” Michael said sincerely.

Y/N looked at him with an annoyed face. He just looked back with awkward smile (the kind that teachers are good at.) Somehow y/n couldn't stay mad, not when he seemed genuine.

I mean his intentions were good but still!

She let him walk her to her apartment.

“So what's up with that homeless guy. He's always smiling at everyone.” Michael said.

“Ohh that's just Willard. He's nice and unharmful. He's sweet, I have a feeling like he'd be a great companion for my auntie.” Y/N blabbered.

“That's cool. He does seem pretty chill.”

After that they stayed silent. She tried to talk to Michael but he seemed a bit weird (it looked like he wanted to say something but he couldn't.) Y/N just hummed to herself and looked around.

“Well, this is me.” Y/N sighed.

“Are you not going to me invite up?” Michael pried. He looked down at her expectantly and played with her bag string. She gazed back at him and bit her lip as she thought out her answer.

“Um Luna isn't here. She'll be here in like an hour. Do want to wait up in there?” she stammered. (She was nervous, yeah she had hung out with Michael before but it now felt different. It felt like things had changed a bit between them.)

Michael sighed looking out into the busy streets. The headlights hitting both of their bodies made them squint. Y/N groaned as cars began to beep as per usual.

“No, I'll by another day. Goodnight sunflower.”

He smiled once more and walked away. Y/N stared at his shadow. She wanted to tell to come back, that they should have a movie night.

Just as she was about to call his name out, she noticed that she had cut her lip.

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authenticmiya · 2 years

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Just made this and now I’m in my feels + sobbing. How’s your day?

😭😭😭

#euphoria #fezco #fezco imagine #fezco x reader #euphoria imagine #euphoria x reader #fezco x yn #ashtray #Javon Walton #Angus cloud #5sos #Luke hemmings #sad Fezco #sad euphoria

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heartache-onthebigscreen · 2 years

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"wow" - lrh

an: this one’s been brewing for a while, finally got to finish it!!

pairing: luke hemmings x stagemanager/fem!reader

summary: you’re stage managing for 5sos on tour, and you’re chilling with luke while he's doing his makeup before he has to hit the stage, he asks for help

warnings: cursing, a slap on the ass?

word count: 2.2k+

She sits on the red couch in Luke’s dressing room backstage. She has her legs and arms crossed while leaning back into the seat, studying Luke as he applies his makeup for the night.

It used to be that she had a makeup artist for him, who toured with them, but a bit ago, Luke had started to want to do it himself.

He does his eyeshadow nearly perfectly, but then he stares at the eyeliner.

All he really wants is just a soft wing, nothing dramatic. But for the life of him, he could never do it right.

And that’s where the makeup artist did come in handy.

Now that Luke is on his own, he hasn’t touched the liner once.

But for some reason, he particularly wants it on him tonight.

He takes a long breath before he grabs the liquid eyeliner and begins to carefully attempt to do a wing.

She watches him closely as he struggles with the eyeliner. Her lips are tucked in and her eyes squinted at the poor boy.

His hand is shaky, not even creating a straight wing. It goes a bit too far out, ruining the subtle look Luke was going for.

He mutters out a stream of curse words as he puts the eyeliner down and just stares at himself in the mirror.

Luke shrugs, “good enough,” he then turns over to his stage manager, “right?”

And from the angle she was now seeing Luke, it was so much worse than she thought she saw.

“As your boss…kinda…you’re not fucking going on stage like that.” She deadpans, keeping her arms crossed, “I’ll find a replacement.”

Luke’s face forms into a pout, “who’s gonna replace me?”

She stands up, a smirk forming on her face as she walks over to Luke. She leans in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection as she inspects her makeup.

YN glances at Luke in the reflection, and his eyes are trained on her ass.

Of course.

“Luke, I can see you hun,” YN stifles a laugh as Luke’s eyes widen in embarrassment.

“M’sorry, it’s the fuckin’ skinny jeans,” Luke giggles to himself.

This was a fun little game YN and Luke had. They both kinda knew that they kinda sorta liked each other….kinda.

Ever since she had hung out with Luke that one night, there’s been a lot more flirtatious words and actions shared between the two of them.

YN’s favorite was the forehead kisses.

He casually does it many times throughout the day, ever since that one light forehead kiss when they had spent time together before.

YN has picked up the habit of giving Luke nose kisses in response, she doesn’t want to struggle to stand on her toes just to get his forehead, her lips can perfectly press against the tip of his nose.

It makes him blush every time.

Exactly like he is now.

“Stop bein’ embarrassed, I was just messing with you, bent over like that on purpose,” YN sends Luke a smirk, “but I came over here to show you my makeup…c’mere, look.”

Luke leans closer to the mirror in his chair, his eyes trained towards your face in the reflection, looking at her eyes.

She has the exact subtle wing that Luke was going for.

Luke furrows his brows, why doesn’t it look like that when he does it? What could be so wrong? What wasn’t he doing right?

“Wait, c’mere,” Luke rolls his chair back and grabs YN’s waist, spinning her around so she stands facing him between his legs.

He pulls her face down close to his, her breath hitches at all the sudden motion and she widens her eyes.

Her anxiety spikes, was he going to actually kiss her?

Yes, they’ve had their fair share of forehead and nose kisses.

But not once have they kissed on the lips.

Right before her lips touch his, Luke stops her face, keeping his eyes trained on her makeup.

In reality, Luke was simply trying to get a closer look at the way she did her wing. Maybe if he studied it long enough, he’d be able to get it right.

Luke thinks nothing of their close proximity, not even noting that their lips are barely even an inch from touching.

YN holds her breath as she stands awkwardly, not even quite sure of what Luke was doing.

“How’d you- how do you do this?” Luke murmurs his question while angling YN’s face in different directions, “this doesn’t even look hard! Why is this hard?”

All she does is gulp, and Luke finally makes eye contact with her, rather than looking around her eyes.

That’s when Luke finally realizes their close proximity, making him suck in a breath as his eyes flicker around her face, eventually landing on her lips.

Luke has held off on kissing YN. Especially since they’ve never been on a proper date, nor have any sort of label to them.

They’ve never even confessed feelings. Just compliments, flirting, the cuddles…but none of them have ever straight up confessed.

Luke has been afraid to kiss her, feeling as if he may cross an uncharted boundary, even though it's almost like they're dating at this point.

But he wants to kiss her. So badly.

“Uh- um- it’s not that hard…” YN finally speaks up, “want me to show you how to do it?”

Luke’s hands still hold her face as she holds his shoulders for stability, “can you just…like um do it for me?” He asks.

YN furrows her brows in contemplation, she’d never done this for anyone else, but it couldn’t hurt to try.

“Yeah- yeah,” YN murmurs as she turns around to grab the eyeliner and a pack of makeup wipes sitting on the counter. She then stands back in between Luke’s legs and sets the pack of wipes on his leg.

“Hold this,” she mutters as she hands Luke the liner. She opens the pack of wipes and takes one out, she then, very very carefully, wipes the messed up eyeliner off of Luke, extremely cautious of his eyeshadow.

She holds Luke’s chin in her hand, keeping him still. His face is relaxed, trusting YN in what she’s doing with his eye.

His face was so relaxed… and blank. YN could not tell if there was a single thought in his head.

But there is.

In fact, his mind is racing.

All he can think about is how YN’s soft fingertips are touching his chin, he’s holding his breath because what if it smells bad and she thinks he’s gross? Does he smell bad in general? Does his eyeshadow look stupid? Is she seeing all of his flaws with how close she is?

YN’s head is doing the same amount of laps to counteract that thought process.

Does he hate the way she’s holding his chin up? Is he uncomfortable? Is he even breathing? Why is he not breathing? Does she smell bad? Does she look stupid while focusing so closely on his eye?

Yet, they don’t utter a single word.

Luke finally shifts in his seat, making the pack of wipes fall off his leg.

“You’re so incompetent,” YN rolls her eyes and sighs to express her fake irritation at Luke.

“My fuckin’ leg fell asleep, you want me to go on stage with one working leg?” Luke raises a brow as YN bends over to grab the pack of wipes.

YN bends over, in such a way that she is over Luke’s leg.

And temptation gets the best of him.

Luke lightly slaps YN’s ass without a second thought, she squeals and jumps up, eyes wide as she gives Luke a bewildered look.

“I’m not doing your eyeliner. And you’re fired.” YN says with a dead tone as Luke tucks his lips in trying to hide a smile.

“I’m sorry…it was right there! What else was I supposed to do, hm?” Luke rests his hands on YN’s sides and pulls her back to the previous position.

He looks up at her with a smile on his face, she smiles back, unable to conceal a small giggle at his actions. She leans down and presses a small kiss to his nose, causing a red tint to appear on his cheeks as his pupils dilate.

Honestly - it’s the moments like these where everyone thinks they are dating. Who slaps their stage manager's ass? Who just kisses the lead singer of a band on the nose at their leisure?

They didn’t care though…not too much really. This was fine for now, lighthearted domestic-like interactions like this gave just the same amount of butterflies and adrenaline as being in a head over heels in love relationship.

“Quit distracting me,” YN lightly flicks Luke’s nose, making him scrunch it. She takes the eyeliner Luke is loosely holding in his hand away, his grip still staying on her waist.

She tilts Luke’s chin up and then rests her left hand on the back of his neck to support his head and keep it still. She tucks her lips in while she focuses on creating the wing Luke was desperate for.

“Fuck- I can’t,” YN grumbles as she tries to make the wing, the way she’s standing in between his legs makes it hard for her to apply the makeup because of the awkward angle.

On a whim, YN decides to bring up her leg over Luke’s, then the other, now straddling him in the chair, she’s now the perfect distance from his face so she can create the wing.

Luke’s breath hitches at the sudden action, his grip tightening on her waist at the sudden closer proximity. His face somehow turns more red.

“This okay?” YN furrows her brows as she holds the liner closer to his eye, “are you uncomfortable?”

“No! No! This is fine,” Luke sputters out.

“Alright,” YN giggles and returns to his eye.

YN finishes the wings, she hops off Luke’s lap and steps back to admire her work.

She then steps out of the way and goes behind Luke’s chair, “look! Is that good?” She has a bright smile on her face as she and Luke look at each other in the mirror.

“Perfect, sweetheart,” Luke keeps his eyes on YN as he shows a dimpled smile, he hadn’t even looked at it yet, he just loves seeing how happy she looks with it.

“Think I deserve a raise,” YN jokes as she plays with Luke’s curls, messing up his hair right before he has to get on stage.

“Doesn’t really work like that-“

“Pay up, Hemmings.” She cuts Luke off in a demanding tone. She stops playing with his hair, leading Luke to fix it as he stares at himself in the mirror.

YN crosses her arms and taps her foot impatiently.

Luke sees her in the mirror and lets out a chuckle, “Whatcha want, YN?” He stands up and walks behind the chair, he grabs YN’s hips and pulls her closer, “hm?”

“A tip, since I’m your manager and your makeup artist now,” YN challenges, “I only take cash-“

Luke sucks in a breath and lowers his face down to hers, kissing her on the lips and cutting off her playful rant.

YN’s entire body stiffens, where the fuck did this come from? She thought there was just some playful banter here.

There’s no complaint here though, YN’s been daydreaming of this moment, it just caught her off guard.

YN’s body finally relaxes as she wraps her arms around Luke’s neck, pulling him closer as she deepens the kiss.

Luke doesn’t know what came over him, it was like the ass slap, her lips were just, right there.

Their lips dance across one another’s as they make out in the dressing room. They basically melt together as they kiss slowly, savoring every little tingle and feeling of this intimate moment.

They finally pull away, high off lust as they stare at each other with stupid grins on their faces.

“There’s ya tip,” Luke smirks. He then grabs YN’s wrist and looks at her watch, “oh- I gotta go.” He sends her a taunting smile, knowing he’s getting under her skin by acting like nothing just happened and noticing the time before she did.

She likes fussing at him to be wherever he has to be, it’s fun, so when he is actually on time it takes the fun out.

It’s the little things really.

“Oh- yeah! You- you get 'em!” YN awkwardly chuckles.

“Something wrong?” Luke’s smirk seems permanently plastered on his face as he quickly throws on a leather jacket.

YN opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

“Well, I’ll be back soon lovey,” Luke walks back over to YN to press a quick kiss to her forehead, “y’might also wanna…” He grabs her dangling earpiece and sets it in her ear, he then reaches behind her, purposefully grazing her ass to turn on her device so she can communicate with the crew and the band.

“Yeah…” Is all YN manages to get out.

Luke giggles and finally walks out of the room, leaving YN standing in her spot.

All she can think of right now is how unbelievably stupid she just looked in front of Luke. How could a kiss knock all thought processes out of her head? How could the bad-ass stage manager suddenly not have a word to say?

There is one word YN can say right now, though.

“Wow…” she trails off as she sits in the chair Luke previously had sat.

“Wow…” Luke mutters as he shuts the dressing room door behind him.

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saucymalum · 2 years

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How Cliche pt.5

Luke Hemmings x fem!reader pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4

Summary: When Y/Ns sisters wedding was announced they thought they could find a date. But when the weddings a week away with no date they are forced to ask their best friend, Luke, to be their fake boyfriend for the wedding.

Originally posted on my Instagram

Word Count: 716

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The plane makes an almost smooth landing and I lead Luke quickly out of the airport. I'm enjoying being able to stretch my legs after so long. Crossing the threshold I pull out my phone to call my mom. Just as I'm searching for her contact I'm distracted by a car horn. I look up to see my mother jumping out of her car and running to me her arms wide open.

She engulfs me in a bear hug. “Oh sweetie, it’s so great to see you again!"

I squeeze her tighter, I didn't realize how much I missed her until now. A year is a damn long time. She pulls away and her eyes immediately look at the blonde giraffe next to me aka Luke.

"Oh gosh, you must be Luke! My, you're tall! I've been waiting to meet you for ages." She says as she pulls him into a hug.

He shoots a smile my way when he hugs her back, "Ages huh? Well, it's a shame we couldn't meet sooner."

They pull away and my mom is pulling us to the car quickly. I'm shoved to the back as she tells Luke to sit up front.

"So Luke, YN tells me you're in a band? How's that going?" The subtlety is almost non-existent with this one.

"It's going amazing, we've been a band for almost 10 years now."

"Oh yeah? What's your favorite part?"

"Definitely meeting our fans, they're so amazing and passionate. I wish I could thank them all individually." He looks at her with such a bright smile I can almost feel myself getting lost.

"What's your band's name again?" She asks leaning to the side to hear him better while keeping her eyes glued to the road.

"5 seconds of summer. It's a really weird name, honestly, I still have no clue what it means"

My mom giggles and It's like I'm dreaming. I'm completely shocked. No boyfriend I've ever had has been able to make my mom's ice walls melt so quickly. Most would be happy, say he's obviously a keeper, my chest just feels empty and my heart’s in my throat. What's going to happen when I tell her we broke up? We aren't technically even dating.

I sit in silence the rest of the drive to the hotel zoning out of the conversation in the front of the car. Im broke out of my thoughts by my door being opened. Luke looks at me concerned and leans in close.

"You ok? We're almost at our room."

"Yeah, I was just thinking." I step out of the car and grab my suitcase from the trunk. Seeing Luke and my mom laughing made me simultaneously ecstatic and extremely sad. Luke walks up to me and laces our fingers together. Memories flood into my head and my heart sinks deeper. I walk alongside Luke silently focusing only on the Hotel door trying to get there as soon as I can. The sooner I get into the room the sooner I can hide in the bathroom and calm down from this flood of unwelcome emotion.

I quickly check in telling my mom I’m tired and we can talk tomorrow and rush to my room. I sit on the bed taking a deep breath and bury my face in my hands. The room door unlocks and a head of blond hair walks through. Luke places his bag next to mine and walks over to me.

“We have the same room huh?” I laugh bitterly.

His eyebrows knit together, “I mean its not like we haven’t shared a bed before. Do you suddenly not want to be around me or something? What did I do wrong?”

“You did nothing wrong, Luke. I’m just very overwhelmed right now.”

He nods and sits next to me. We sit next to each other in silence unbeknownst to him his presence is only making my confusion worse. Do I still have feelings for him or am I just going insane? Do I just need some sleep? Will that save me from spirally?

I sigh and look up at Luke only to find him already looking at me. I look into his crystal eyes and give him a weak smile. What the hell have I got myself into?

#luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings x y/n #luke hemmings x you #luke hemmings #luke hemming imagines #5sos fanfic #5sos fic

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baekchelor · 4 years

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𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

pairings: George Mackay x reader genre: romantic comedy rating: pg13 synopsis: on the set of his new film, golden boy George Mackay learns a basic human truth: that the heart is deceitful above all things.

❝i love you i’ve never loved anyone else, never will.❞ —linda nightingale

EPILOGUE ◄ ᴘʀᴇᴠ

The night of the Academy Awards, George can't take his eyes off of Y/N. Truthfully, on a daily basis, George finds it hard not to stare at his girlfriend's pretty face. But this particular night of February, it is even harder.

She looks Gorgeous. Now that George [shamefully] admitted to himself he enjoys —to no say like— Taylor Swift's music, he can tell Y/N that Taylor must have written that song about her, not Joe Alwyn. He is a friend of George. They are close, and he is nice, but no way in hell, he is more gorgeous than Y/N.

As they walk through the red carpet, a cheeky smirk on his face, George sing-songs to Y/N's ear, "You're so gorgeous". When Y/N chuckles and briefly looks back at him, George continues, "I can't say anything to your face. 'Cause look at your face."

He remembers back when he decided on the nickname, not only he chose it because Y/N is drop-dead gorgeous, but because she made him so happy, it turns back to sad and there's nothing George hates more than what he can't have.

George laughs, wholeheartedly. He loves this girl more than life itself, and he is confident the internet is already flooding with pictures of him looking at Y/N Y/L/N with stars in his eyes. In fact, he can even imagine the headlines Dean will show him about it.

As Y/N tries to hurry away to give E!News an interview, George manages to grab her hand and pull her towards him. He kisses the back of her head, "Love you."

With a vast, crimson streak across her cheeks, YN playfully smacks George in the tummy, "Stop it you."

This time, Y/N turns around completely. She doesn't respond with another love confession or a mundane me too. It is explicit. It is in the aura around them, and it is in her eyes, and in her smile, "Forever."

She doesn't need to stand on her tiptoes, she's wearing heels, so she's at the perfect height to sweetly peck his cheek. The fans looking from the stands go nuts, squealing and shouting euphorically.

Y/N strokes a thin thread of hair away from his forehead. "Thanks," he smiles, and the crowd woos again. George still wears his hair long. Months ago, he wrapped up filming for the movie that requested him to let it grow —he portrayed a self-thought unconventional young doctor who lives in Namibia—. Howbeit, Y/N loves how he looks with long hair, and George loves how she twirls her fingers around the golden locks. So as long as he finds it bearable, he will keep the Bodevan Cash look.

"They're louder than usual tonight," he jokes, following Alma and Vanessa to the spot where they're meant to get interviewed.

"Wonder why," sarcastically, Y/N muses. "Mr Oscar Nominee."

George leans closer to her ear, out of earshot for their managers and Ryan Seacrest, "I prefer London Boy if you please."

Y/N laughs, but she isn't able to joke further because Alma announces they're up next. As they expected, the first question is how they feel about Dharma running for Best Motion Picture. The following is meant for George and concerns his nomination for Best Supporting Actor. Although Dharma is a contestant in seven other categories, George and Dev Patel are the only actors among the cast, whose performance were acknowledged by The Academy.

To say the least, he is the favourite on his category. Even Ryan Seacrest seems to think so, he didn't even try to hide his favouritism. "No reason to be nervous," he says, cheering George on.

If George answers with the truth, he would seem a haughty ass, so he just laughs Ryan's comment off. But George isn't nervous indeed. He is beyond honoured, of course, and when he heard his name as one of the nominees, he went nuts. Y/N went nuts. Daisy and his parents, even Alma, shed tears when George screamed the news via FaceTime.

The thing is, he had a month to think it through. Yes, it would be a lie to say he doesn't want to take an Oscar home, but if he doesn't manage, he couldn't care less. George is not an arrogant-ass, he believes Dharma has already given him the best thing in his life. And that is Y/N. Not an award. None award on his home would compare to wake up next to her (George did win a BAFTA, a Golden Globe, a Critics Choice Award and a Cannes Film Festival Award.) She is the award at home. They moved together into a flat in Notting Hill, and there's no bigger prize than brewing coffee every morning and snuggle until both really, really, really have to go. And that is what he tells Ryan Seacrest, "I won't get luckier than this."

George smiles, gazing affectionately at the point where his and Y/N's hands intertwine. They're at the designated seats inside the theatre, they've been inside for forty minutes already, and George still can't believe he got this lucky. Hell, he even offered his dad to buy a Lotto ticket for him. That much lucky George feels. He might even be Irish. Not because he is an Academy Award nominee, and won every fucking statue during the Awards Season. It is because he won Y/N over Luke Hemmings, Dev Patel and Henry Cavill, and she is his, and he is hers.

Every girl George has been with, once the light of reality bathed over them, shifted in form and emotion. Saoirse, Doone, Daisy... the better George got to know them, the most he realised they were perfect for each other on paper, but in real life, they couldn't be further from that. In turn, Y/N painted it all golden. She taught George love is not in the colours he encountered. Love isn't red —you are in love, but don't want to be in love. You don't want to deal with it—, like with Daisy. Neither is black and white —sometimes you treat each other great. Then there are other times when you just fuck each other's lives entirely up. No in-between—, like with Doone.

Y/N showed him love is gold, warm, like daylight.

"Hey, lover," Y/N calls his attention. He loves the nickname, it is his ultimate favourite. A month into their relationship, George learned the origin of Y/N's nicknames for him did reside in Taylor Swift's songs. And Y/N confessed it never got through her head that George called her Gorgeous to subtly let her know he discovered London Boy and Heartbreak Prince were love songs. George chuckled at her naivety, and Y/N burst out laughing when the boy admitted to howling the songs on a bender. Several times. Nowadays she calls him Lover, he calls her as well, and last January, they did leave the Christmas lights. "It's time."

George lets out a breath, "Here we go."

On cue, instrumental music begins, and Sandra Bullock emerges on stage. The first thing that comes out of her mouth is a joke, and it helps George with the jitters starting to creep under his skin. "Timmy, dude, you won this award last year, you know. Wouldn't it be nice to let someone else have a chance? I mean, how much is enough? Think about it." Then she turns a bit more serious, praising the performances of the five nominees in the category, Timotheé included, before she introduces a clip of their astounding acting.

George shakes his head, half in amusement, half in disbelief when his face appears on the screen. The chosen scene to show the audience a glimpse of his performance reveals a blind James reuniting with Marina, the Mumbai Gate behind them. If the Academy knew what went through his mind while they filmed the scene, they would've never selected him. He feels like a cheater. The only bit of acting during James and Marina's reunion was the fact that James was blind. Nothing else. He loved the girl to whom he read the script, as much as James loved Marina, if not more. George wasn't acting. At all.

Y/N squeezes his hand, fingers laced, as she beams at him with love and pride. George is forced to break eye contact when Sandra Bullock speaks again, "Here are the nominees for performance by an actor in a supporting role." Sandra allows a brief pause, then resumes, "Don Johnson. Shall We?" The crowd applause. "Ethan Hawke. Blue." Another big acclaim. "Eddie Redmayne. Amaranth." Applause. "George Mackay. Dharma." The attendants burst into a fit of claps, as the camera broadcasts George's face. He is smiling, clapping as well, and he realises the jitters have entirely taken over. He is nervous. Fucking Nervous. The only way out is to trace his eyes in the direction of Y/N, George knows a mere glance from her has the same effect than a cup of Chamomile tea.

To George's relief, the camera stops paying attention to him as soon as Sandra Bullock mentions the last contestant, "Timotheé Chalamet. Because of the Flowers."

George tightens the hold of his fingers around his girlfriend's palm, he knows what will happen once the cheers for Timotheé dry down, and he doesn't feel ready. Daisy and his parents are peering at him, he can't see them, he doesn't even know where they're seated. Still, George can feel their gazes over him, and he can tell they're smiling, proud of his achievement.

Greta Gerwig has turned around on her seat to take a look at George. She gives him a quick thumbs-up, and she and her husband, Noah, share a cheerful mien. George winks her way. The next category Greta is up to is Best Director, and George really wishes she goes home with two Academy Awards tonight. She already got an Oscar for Best Screenplay, and both George and Y/N hugged her tight, exultant.

Sandra finally pronounces the coming five little words:

"And the Oscar goes to..." A knowing grin curves her features when she practically screams, "George Mackay!"

The Dolby Theatre erupts in cheers, some attendants even rise from their seats to give George a standing ovation. Before he rushes on stage, he leans towards Y/N and kisses her. The kiss is quick, not enough for George. Although she's resumed the clapping and stares at with so much joy, and contentment around her irises, George kisses her again.

The touch of their fingertips linger, he grabs her hand and pulls her up with him, to hug her tight. In the mids of all, Y/N whispers, "I love you." And without halting her applauses, she beams, "You deserve this, London Boy."

George lingers on his foot, the look in their eyes speaking for them. Y/N points at him, all flushed, and tells him he's got chapstick on his cheek. George laughs and lets Y/N wipe it off. She has tears in her eyes, she's still clapping, and George really wishes he could kiss her ten times more. Scratch that, make that twenty.

George walks to the stage. The path is short, but he fist-bumps Greta and points at Dev Patel and Michael Fassbender before hurrying up the short stairs to where Sandra is, waiting to hand her the Oscar. A motherfucking Oscar.

George gives her a kiss on the cheek, a quick hug, and receives the statue with a broad, crooked smile on his face. Baffled, he stares at it. Never in a lifetime, George thought his hands would carry the weight of an Oscar. Actually, it isn't as heavy as he imagined, its weight is due to its meaning. George dreamed about it, many times —Which actor doesn't?—, but never ponder he genuinely stood a chance. Y/N talked him into attending Vanity Fair's after-party, after all, and George is unsure if it ended up being a good idea or not. He does feel like celebrating, no point in denying it, but George also feels like kissing her all over the face and taking off her dress.

George's carefully written and memorised speech dies on his throat when he stands before the microphone, "I-I... Oh my god. Uh..." He just won an Oscar. He is an Academy Award Winner. Holy shit. "My parents are here somewhere. I love you. My sister, Daisy, thank you for everything." His trail of words is interrupted by another wave of applause. He smiles, "I'm so appreciative to Greta, to anyone who's had a hand in getting me here. To The Academy. To the crew and cast of Dharma, I could never be here without you."

George holds the statue up, in the course of Y/N. Her flooded eyes are fixed on him, and she's biting her pink lips in an effort to hold her tears prisoner. "Y/N Y/L/N", he says, voice shaky at the end of her name. He falters a minute. His throat has run dry, his legs have turn shaky, his palms are sweating..."To me, it seems a miracle that you exist...touch you, be with you —so much, that I'm terrified of losing you." George is no fool, he can see Y/N is trying hard not to burst into tears. She has her lower lip tightly hidden below her teeth, her breathing has turned heavy and slow, and George knows he understands what he means. He was so afraid of losing her, that they spent months apart due to it. Tonight, he wants her to know that he won't be afraid anymore, that he trusts in them, in their love. George is confident they are endgame, that one day she will wear a bright diamond around her pretty little finger. No paper rings. "But hear me out, love, even if we lived in different worlds, I'll find a way to you," It is Dharma main plot, an everlasting love that finds each other every time. What better way to honour the film that gifted him an Oscar and the best thing in his life, than to use it as a metaphor. "I will always be James, you will always be Marina, and we will always be in love."

A/N: Hello, hello! This is the final version of the Epilogue. I’m so so so hyped you like this story. Never in a million dreams did I imagined this would have the response that it did. I’m truly pumped that you have had fun while reading this and like the characters so much. Hope you like this ending better than the last haha 😛😛 And stay tuned because next week I will present all of you ASHORE, the Bo Cash fic.

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lukesvalentyne · 8 months

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WWYF

luke hemmings x fem!reader

fc: cindy kimberly

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yndaily y/n y/l/n and boyfriend luke hemmings spotted in vegas earlier today!!

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ynlatest ohh theyre so cute

ynsangel anyone know why theyre in vegas? ↳ ynlnhq im pretty sure lukes performing with 5SOS at WWYF !

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yn 💋🐆🎸⭐️

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lukehemmings beautiful angel 😍 ↳ yn i love youu

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21st October 2023

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lukehemmings when we were young festival.

had so much fun tonight! Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow 🫣

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21st October 2023

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livieslovesyn y/n and luke spotted leaving the festival!! Shes wearing their bucket hat🥹🥹

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ynylnlatest Me and yn today !! She was so kind and amazing.

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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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justalittleofmyworld · 6 years

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Through the lens - Luke Hemmings imagine

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Pairing: Luke x reader

Request: yes! By the lovely @youngblood-5sos : can you do one for Luke where you're a famous youtuber and you're filing a video together?

Here's your thing, lovely. I've had this idea in mind for a while and you reminded me of it. Hope you enjoy it lots!

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"Ok guys, so I'll finish with breakfast and I'll see you in a bit."

You covered the lens with your hand and pressed the button to stop filming. Then you put the camera on the table, ready to finish your toasts and coffee. It was one of your favourite times of the day, getting up and having breakfast while you start filming your vlog and telling your audience how your day was going to be. You've had a YouTube channel for years, even before meeting Luke. However, once you started your relationship, the channel blew up and the subscribers stated rising quickly. Three years after, you've reached the million and a half people following you. Of course, you knew that the majority of them came because of you dating him, but others stayed when they watched your own content, from the lifestyle videos to the book recommendations and talks, your favourite to do. You'd been vlogging for a couple of months now, giving them new content and the opportunity to follow your daily life. Luke didn't use to appear much in your videos, as he spent months away from you, but when he did, you were able to give your audience —and his fans— a different perspective of his life, out from his on tour environment.

"Good morning, beautiful" a raspy voice said in your ear, distracting you from your own thoughts. You turned your head slightly to the side while your boyfriend hid his face in the crook of your neck and left a few light kisses there.

"Good morning, rockstar" you replied with a smile. When he was at home with you mornings were the best. God, you missed him like crazy when he was gone, although you were able to make quick trips to see him on tour, having him there was far better.

"I heard you talking to yourself." he said, and placed a quick kiss on your lips.

"I wasn't talking to myself" you replied and pointed to the camera.

"Good, because I thought you'd become mad" he laughed while he walked to the counter. "Oh, you made coffee," he exclaimed and poured some in a mug. "So, what's the plan for today?" He asked you and you shrugged your shoulders as you sipped from your mug. "What do you think, Piggy?" Petunia was running around his feet and he took her up in his arms. "What do you wanna do today, love?"

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Although the day wasn't the sunniest, you ended going to the beach and taking Petunia with you. You took a long walk there and played with your baby dog until she tired you up. You filmed some scenes, including some of Luke running and playing with her, throwing her a ball o making her run to catch him, rewarding her every time she did it. It was hilarious but also cute as hell, and even if you didn't include it in your vlog, you'd keep the videos forever for your own entertainment. You spent some time sat on the sand too, wrapped in each other's arms while you watched the ocean in front of you, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Your camera caught some silly moments between you, stupid giggles and a couple of kisses that you doubted you were going to include in the final vlog.

You went to have lunch afterwards and also filmed shortly your dishes so you could include them in the vlog, as well as a fan of you both who recognized you in the restaurant and asked for a photo, spending some minutes chatting with her. You took your camera out and started filming.

"Guys, this lovely girl is Anna" you introduced and the girl waved at the lens with flushed cheeks. "She came to say hi and she's the cutest, I swear"

"Can we adopt her?" Luke said in the background and made you both laugh. You turned the camera to him and his smiley face. "I'm serious, Y/N. Let's adopt Anna. Even Petunia loves her already!" He pointed to your dog and you mimicked his gesture with the camera to see Petunia cuddling at her feet and playing with her shoes. Another laughter invaded you all and you turned the camera off.

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"We decided that we're going to answer some questions" you explained with your eyes fixed on the road. The camera was on the dashboard so it filmed both of you while you were driving back home and Luke was on the seat by your side. "I asked you an hour ago to leave some questions on my instagram, so Luke is gonna read them and we'll try to answer them."

"Okay, first question:" Luke started reading, "Are you addicted to your phones?"

"Luke is, definitely" you answered before he could say anything else. "I mean, I check my social media a few times during the day and I really like twitter at night, but Luke's all day with the freaking phone in his hand."

"That's not true" he complaint.

"It is. Next question." You ordered with a giggle.

"In a scale from 1 to 10, how the other's fashion sense?" He read and started thinking. "Well, it depends on whether she wears those shoes I hate so much," he said and you slapped his arm slightly while he laughed. "I would say... She's an 8 because of those shoes... and a 10 when she's not wearing anything at all."

"Lucas! Children friendly!" You reprimanded with a laughter. "I'd say Luke's a... 9. I'm really into this long hair, open shirts and hands full of rings thing lately."

"Okay, next. What's your favourite thing to do together? Oh that's easy, sex-"

"Luke, please!" You laughed by his side. "That's why I can't do tags with him even though you ask for them" you exclaimed exasperated to the camera. "And answering the question, I would say... going out like today and lots of cuddling." You replied, watching your boyfriend nod in response. "God, we're so cheesy." You added.

"YN, what's your favourite 5SOS song?"

"Hmmm, tough question," you though out loud while the car stopped at a red light. "I have several favourites and they change over time. I would say one from each album, but right now... Maybe Babylon." you answered.

"Just the one in which I don't sing" Luke noted and you started the car again when the light turned green with a giggle. "Ok, this girl here asks about our favourite films..."

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You were sat on the bed the next morning, the sunlight entering through the window as you edited your vlog from the day before. While Luke was running some errands with Calum, Petunia had decided to give you some company, lying next to you in the ruffled sheets. You didn't have to edit a lot, only a few cuts to make it shorter. You only had one more bit to add and you clicked on it to check it. At first you didn't recognise the place in which it was filmed, but a second later, you realised it was your own living room. Luke appeared on the screen and a curious expression crossed your face. You didn't remember him taking the camera at any time during the day.

"Hi" he started talking as he let himself fall onto your couch. "Y/N is already sleeping and I just saw the camera on the table and I thought that I could close the vlog today. Y/N is gonna freak out when she sees this on the editing. Hello," he waved and smiled at the camera. "I just wanted to say that I spent the most amazing day today and that I love sharing some of our lives with you." He continued, and your heart clenched a little. He never complaint about being even more public with your videos than he already was as an artist, he always supported you and your channel, encouraging to upload whatever you wanted. He could have asked you not to show him on camera, but he didn't and you never had thanked him enough for that. "I'm gonna stop talking so I don't wake up anyone. Thanks for all your lovely comments, subscribe if you're new here, follow Y/N on social media and all that stuff. Love you all. Byeeeee" he finished, and covered the lens, just as you used to do.

The smile on your face was so big when you finished watching his unexpected appearance and you were about to close the video player when the lens uncovered and he reappeared. "Hi again, love. This part is only for you." You opened your eyes in surprise, letting a small gasp escape form your mouth. Even Petunia looked at you intrigued. "Just wanted to tell you that I love you to the moon and back and that you make me a better person and my life ten times easier. Thanks for being there even when I'm not literally with you. I guess you can keep this in case you miss me and I'm not able to get your calls because of time difference sucking so... yeah." You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes at this spontaneous gesture, you couldn't believe that something so simple could make you this emotional. You could see his smile and the love in his eyes even when you saw him yawning of tiredness. "I cannot wait to turn this thing off and going to sleep by your side. You're the cutest when you sleep, by the way." You giggled again and wiped the quick tear that had fallen down your cheek. Your chest was going to explode of pure happiness and love. "Thanks for everything. I love you."

"I love you too, Luke" you whispered to the screen, still in awe. Then, you cut that bit of the video and kept it in your hard disc, and finished editing your vlog with the warmest feeling in your heart and the widest smile on your face.

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theshyspy · 2 years

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For granted - h.s

summary: in which yn is in a car accident and Harry’s by her side

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader, platonic!luke hemmings x fem!reader

words: 2.8k

a/n: hi! i’m back and have cooked up this nice lil fic for you. im still very much a sucker for angst with fluffy endings, so here you go. please remember to spread some love if you like it; reblogs and comments are very much appreciated❤️

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No one knew yet, but y/n had been certain Harry was the one, a year into their friendship. As different parts of him unravelled in front of her, her love just gravitated towards him. He naturally drove her friendly affection, gently forcing it to blossom into something more. It was useless fighting it as every second spent by his side nourished her admiration.

He just had a way of putting her at ease, calming her nerves without even trying. They could stay up for hours and talk, voicing thoughts they hadn’t dared before. He so effortlessly became her safe space, and the idea of being by his side for the rest of their lives was so comforting.

Luke had introduced them at a party once, having talked non-stop about how he thought they would click. And after that meeting she was hooked, begging him to bring her whenever the slightest chance of meeting Harry existed.

Because loving him was nothing like she’d experienced before. It was so careful and gentle. Something about the subtle ways he looked after her and with a simple touch could fog up her brain for the remaining hours until bedtime. His soft smiles turning into an addiction, always pushing her to cloud nine. He was a part of her, and regularly proved how he knew her better than she knew herself. She never grasped love could be so easy.

However, letting Harry in on those feelings was everything but easy. And it didn’t matter how much she trusted Luke who encouraged her to confess her affection. It scared her, the idea of the distance it’d cause between them if he didn’t feel the same.

Which was why she was so caught off guard when Harry declared his feelings for her. That being two years ago, he’d been hers ever since.

For the long time she had known him, Harry had been the living proof that arguments and problems were solved by talking. Never would he let her go to bed angry or upset, and every quarrel seemed to end faster than it rose. It was like he had an unwritten rule of never avoiding her -or anyone for that matter.

But over the past months, something changed. Subtle alterations she couldn’t quite put her finger at. It was small, almost unnoticeable as she blamed paranoia and brushed it off. He hadn’t consciously stopped twirling her hair around his fingers during movie-night, or decided it wasn’t a good idea to sneak up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as she made dinner.

But his time around her decreased, and despite her best efforts, their conversations started to imitate small talk. While understanding his lifestyle, she knew she had signed up for times like this. And part of her was ok with that, seeing how even at his busiest he always made time for her. No matter if it was as simple as calling between interviews or sending a little heart message.

But now, a faint whisper kept echoing through her head, murmuring how he shunned her on purpose. His time spent beside everyone except her, ‘forgetting’ to invite her to different events, leaving date-night early for his friends. The calls and small hearts ceasing.

While waiting for him after draining days at work, he found himself too occupied to let her know he'd be home late. Arriving at their shared flat the second she fell asleep and refusing to wake up before she went to work.

He was slipping through her fingers, and much to her despair: it didn’t seem like he minded. People grew apart, and love could be lost just as easy as it was found. It had just never occurred to her that she could ever lose him.

Longing for his touch, she could still feel the warmth spreading through her body as his soft kisses danced across her skin. Wanting nothing more than the comfort of his arms protectively wrapped around her as he eased the troubled state.

Her knuckles turned a few shades lighter as her desperate grip around the steering wheel tightened. Eyes glued at the traffic lights as an exhausted huff fled her lips.

The dark sky and cold air circling through her car did nothing to help fight the yawns escaping her lips. Her mind being entirely occupied with self-pity and worst-case scenarios, she pressed the gas pedal as the light turned green.

Everything happened so fast, and it was impossible to catch what was going on as the intense sound of car horns blasted through her ears. The noise followed by shattering glass, plating an unbearable ringing to pierce her skull. Black dots fogged up her already blurred vision as her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. Grimacing, intolerable aches bore through her body and forced out a useless cry.

Her frame grew limper by the second, and only Harry traced her mind as she gave into the pain.

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He turned the phone off as her name lit up the screen the third time. Placing it between his legs, he shifted the tired eyes over at Luke who found himself in deep conversation with the group beside them.

The unease grew, tying the knot in his stomach tighter as the shame rippled through his body. He could barely grasp why he kept doing this to himself as he let out a shaky breath and combed a hand through his wavy hair.

The bar was dimly lit, casting shadows over his harsh features and concealing the slight frown playing on his face. Music and chatter a blur through his ears as his fingers drummed against the cold glass in his hands.

He’d drowned out the conversations long ago, their voices simply offering background noise as thoughts crashed through his mind. The soft sounds was an immense contrast to the mess he found himself drowning in. Pieces of his attention were drawn back only when he heard Luke happily exclaiming her nickname.

Letting his gaze grace his beaming frame, he watched Luke place the phone to his ear. “How are you?”

Harry almost envied the way he got to hear her voice. Missing the comfort she gifted by always saying the right thing at the right time.

However, the grin soon morphed into a frown as he shifted in his seat. Voice laced with concern as her name gently slipped past his lips again.

Perking up in the bar-stool, he placed the phone to his other ear and swallowed hard. “You’ve what? Are you ok?”

Harry’s brows knitted together, his lips dry as he played with the ring around his fingers.

“Of course, we’ll be there, don’t worry. We’ll see you soon, okay?”

He was in a daze as he put the phone down and turned his gaze over at Harry

“Y/N’s been in an accident.”

The sentence burned itself into his head, playing over like a broken record as he shut down. Physical aches pulsing through his body and twisting his insides. Every thought left his mind as he let out quick, sharp breaths.

He would’ve traded the bitterness in his chest for any other emotion. The way he despised himself and his actions, hurt in ways he didn’t know was possible. So pissed for listening to his insecurities and letting them guide him exactly where he’d been avoiding- away from her.

Regret burned through his every little cell, keeping him working on autopilot. Only pieces and fragments of his surroundings were registered in his mind as Luke led him to the passenger seat. He longed for time to speed up as the soft hum of the car played through his ears.

Occasional reassuring words slipped of Luke’s tongue, but had no better effect on him than a bandaid over a gun wound. Pain was throbbing in his chest and remorse crippling through his veins, all tugging at his conscience.

He couldn’t understand how it’d gotten this far, how he’d let it spiral so far out of control. It was just a need for distance, space to clear his mind as self-conscious thoughts screamed in his ears. The intention was never this, for her to slip right through his fingers because he pushed her away.

Finally arriving at the big hospital, he dashed to the front desk with Luke hot on his trail. His lips dry as he asked where she was and gifted a short ‘thank you’ when the information was received.

Everything was a blur as he let Luke lead the way down the grey corridors. His eyes frantically searching for her room number with adrenaline coursing through his veins.

He had no idea what to say when his eyes would finally land on her. He just knew that ‘sorry’ wouldn’t even start to describe the quilt that tore on his insides or the immense regret that left him waking up in cold sweats at night.

“Here,” Luke muttered before a deep voice grabbed their attention, forcing the duo to turn around and face a young doctor.

“You’re here to see…?”

Harry released his lips from the nervous grip of his teeth, arms crossed as he spoke. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Right. She just woke up about-” the doctor glanced at the clock in his white uniform “- 10 minutes ago, and is ready to take visitors. But because of the obvious shock and trauma she’s been through, we’ve limited the visitors to one at a time for now.”

“Okay, yeah. But how is she doing? Is she ok?”

“Her left wrist is broken and there’s a first degree burn from the seatbelt. But other than a few cuts and bruises, she’s fine.”

Harry let out a relieved breath, slumping his shoulders as Luke heartfully thanked the nurse.

“You wanna head in first?” Harry asked, desperately trying to fight the voice murmuring how he had no right to be there. He screwed up so bad and knew it didn’t matter how much he missed her. The second he were to pop his head through her door, she’d demand Luke to kick him out.

He’d been sitting in the uncomfortable chairs outside her room for an hour. His body partly numbed, and he couldn’t detect whether it was because of the sadness or lack of blood circulation.

Letting out a shaky breath, he combed a hand through his wavy hair and screwed his eyes shut.

Before leaving, Luke had occasionally stuck his head out of the door and asked if he wanted to switch. She’d been fast asleep ten minutes into his visit, still Harry was reluctant and came up with a new excuse each time.

Twenty minutes after Luke had left, he still found himself seated in the black chair. His head was blurred with memories, intensifying the guilt playing with his emotions. Picturing the time he injured his leg and she came with him to the hospital, days after declaring her burning hatred for the place.

But the image of her frame laying alone in a cold and dark hospital room, wouldn’t leave him alone as it tugged at his heartstrings. Inhaling sharply, he knocked away his selfishness and pushed himself up from the chair.

‘It’ll just be until Luke gets back’, he repeated like a mantra, shoving away his nerves.

Pushing the door open and getting into the room, his eyes immediately graced her sleeping frame. He moved over to the chair on her left side and carefully sat down. Ignoring the chilly air creeping in from the window beside her, his focus was fixed entirely on scanning the visible injuries painting her body.

Her skin an immense contrast to the shade that normally covered it: purple and red marks dancing across her arms. Almost matching the red burn lining down her upper body. The least of his worries was the bandage wrapped around her forehead.

His warm hand travelled up to hers, his fingers tracing circles in her palm and consistently staying away from the bandaid clothing the middle of it. It was an action he’d done a million times before, but the nerves blossoming in his chest made it resemble the first time.

His eyes were fixed on her face, soaking up the gentle features he knew so well. The exhaustion was evident, and he almost prayed the bags underneath her eyes were formed by the accident and not an awful side effect of his actions.

Inaudible curses slipped off his tongue as he screwed his eyes shut. Weighed down by an awful mix of guilt and exhaustion, he leaned forward and rested his head on the bed.

Forced out of his trance-like state, he felt her hand move in his. A tired groan fled her lips as she shifted uncomfortably under the white duvet.

He perked up in the chair, his grip around her hand tightening as his eyes rose to hers.

She winced, grimacing as her eyes fluttered open and her brows knitted together. Confusing painted her features as she turned to Harry.

“H?” She asked, voice hoarse and raspy. “You’re here?”

The lump forming in his throat kept his voice low as he answered, “Of course I’m here.”

He couldn’t grasp what her expression held as she looked at him. The silence weighing heavy in his stomach as she broke eye contact and glanced at their intertwined hands.

Her brows grew even closer, and he couldn’t help but await the heartbreak. Ready for a cold voice imitating hers, demanding him to get lost.

But her gaze softened. The shocked expression morphing into a thankful grin as she spoke again.

“You’re here.” She laced her words with kindness and took in a content breath.

“Yea.” He placed his other hand on top of hers, giving them a tight squeeze as his thumb traced circles over her bruised knuckles.

Her presence triggered all sorts of feelings, tearing down every wall he involuntarily built while separated from her. His tone was raw as she forced every little emotion to burn in his throat.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. For everything-”

“Shhh,” she interrupted quickly, lurking her hand out of his grip and shifting it to his face. He placed his fingers over hers, closing his eyes as her thumb stroked over his cheekbones.

“I’ve been acting like an ass and I… I’m so sorry. I don’t even know where to start.” The words hesitantly slipped off his tongue, a pained frown taking over his features as he leaned into her touch.

His normally clean-shaven jaw was covered in stubbles, itching against her palm as she exhaled shakily. The sun-kissed complexion was drained of all colour, a bright contrast to the soft purple under his tires eyes.

Her insides twisted before she spoke, “I know, H. I really do. And we’ll figure it out, but it’s late and we both need rest.”

He hesitated, blinking fast and swallowing hard. “You’re right, yea.”

Glancing at her again, the weight of rejection burned in his chest. Still, he couldn’t find it in him to blame her, not the slightest.

“I’ll- get going.”

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt embarrassed in front of her. Her reassuring smiles and gentle words always persuaded him into being comfortable in her presence. But right now, her gaze just intensified the agony pulsing through his body and forced the feeling of insignificance to blossom in his chest. He couldn’t grasp how even for a split second he thought this was the time for making up.

Pushing himself up from the chair, he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll come back tomorrow?”

She peered at him, confusing playing on her face as she tilted her head. “I meant- if you want to, I’d like you to stay... I sleep better when I’m with you.”

He raised his dark brows, letting his lips part and utter out a confused “what?”

“I get if you wanna go home, these aren't the most comfortable beds.”

Her soft chuckle played through his ears, and the soothing effect it had on his nerves forced a gentle smile to his lips.

“But if you want to, I wouldn't mind if you stayed.”

She fidgeted with the hem of the duvet, eyes questionably staying at him. The relieved expression he met her with, answered her request as she patted the open space next to her.

Automatically, he kicked off his shoes and seated himself next to her. Enfolding his arm around her shoulders, he was careful not to touch her injuries as he inched closer.

Having desperately missed her body close to his, it was useless fighting the smile taking over his face as the warmth of her body spread through him. His fingers ran down her cold, bare arms, letting a tingling sensation trail behind them.

“I’ve missed you,” he said as a soft hum slipped past her lips.

She turned her head, resting it against his chest and letting his familiar scent comfort her. Placing her arm over his torso, the soft fabric of his hoodie brushed against her skin.

“Thank you for being here.”

He kissed her temple and pulled her closer, inaudibly reassuring her it’d all be okay.

“Thank you for letting me stay.”

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