#vanishing on 7th street

[bloatedandalone04]

Right Back to the Start

➪the one where luke wakes up to the abandoned city of detroit and doesn’t think twice about looking for the one person that always meant the most to him.

Warnings: spoilers for Vanishing on 7th Street, swearing, mentions of death ig, angst, fluff, smut, soft smut, sad events all around, loosely follows the plot of the film, mentions of injuries, unprotected sex heha, hair pulling, marking, pet names, semi-public sex (?)

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Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡ | HAPPY NEW YEARS EVE, BAES MWAH

The second Luke woke up he knew something was wrong. 

He wouldn’t say he felt it, per se, but he knew something was off. 

He had overslept and would probably be late for his segment on channel seven if he didn’t get up right now. Paige had kept him up for most of the night and seemed to have fled much earlier in the morning, leaving him to blow out the candles he so carelessly left lit during the night. 

Groaning quietly, Luke got up and stumbled his way into the bathroom of his new apartment. His hand quickly finds the lightswitch but when he tries to turn it on, nothing happens. The bathroom remained dark as he reached for his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth, making a mental note to ask Jesus, the front desk guy, about the lack of lighting. 

Using his freehand, he tried turning the TV on and found that it wasn’t working either. He scoffs around the toothbrush as he tosses the remote aside and barely avoids the puddle that had formed in the kitchen from the fridge being shut off. “What the fuck,” he muttered, grabbing the towel from off the stove handle and dropping it onto the puddle. “Seriously.”

After having to walk down twenty three flights of stairs, Luke was a bit more than annoyed as he tried to get his phone to work. 

“Piece of junk,” he concluded as he opened the stairwell door and stepped out into the lobby. “Yo, Jesus, what’s up with the-” he promptly stopped talking when he realized that Jesus was not sitting at the desk. The chair held his usual clothing, that being a suit, but there was no sign of the man.

Actually, Luke noticed that there was no sign of anyone in the lobby as he grabbed the newspaper from off the top of the desk. It only got worse when he went outside and saw various cars had crashed into curbs and stopped in the middle of the street, and the hundreds of clothing that were scattered around had him immediately on alert. 

When he saw that even his workplace was empty and came to the realization that Paige was among the sudden disappearances, he went back home and sprung into action. After nearly being taken over by darkness, Luke grabbed every flashlight he could find and his wedding band then left his apartment as his search began.

He spent three whole days trying to find any sign of life other than himself, and a car that actually worked. He took note of a truck that still had some battery life in it before he found a bar that was lit up as if it was still in business. 

Inside it he found a kid no older than twelve and soon the duo became a trio, and then a fourth person joined. It was almost overwhelming how many people Luke ended up running into after being completely on his own for seventy two hours straight. 

Luke also discovered that his patience was nowhere near as thick as it used to be as James, Rosemary and Paul were all getting on his last nerve. He had found Paul in a bus shelter barely conscious and he had to carry him all the way back to the bar, fucking up his ankle in the process. 

They both almost didn’t make it before Rosemary finally opened the door and let them inside. 

Now, as Paul was being nursed by her, Luke was left to tend to his sore ankle. “Am I in heaven?” The concussed man asked as he stared up at Rosemary. 

“Better,” Luke answered as he wrapped duct tape around his ankle. “A bar.”

A few hours passed and Paul was not getting any better, further delaying Luke’s plan of getting the fuck out of this part of the city and making him feel even more frustrated. “So, you’re all looking for someone, huh?” He asked as he leaned against the pool table, his words slurred and drawn out. 

James was the first to answer, “My momma,”

“My son,” Rosemary followed.

All three of them looked over at Luke and he knew he had to answer them without his usual level of sarcasm. He reached his hand in his pocket and pulled out his wedding band he regretfully took off a few months ago and held it in his palm. “I’m looking for my wife,” he said and they all looked at him as if they were surprised that a cocky, rude and selfish guy like himself could actually have a wife. So he added, “We’re separated, but it’s only recently. I fucked things up with her….and now I might never get the chance to make up for it.”

Rosemary took a step forward and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, a sad smile on her lips as he looked up at her. “You’ll see her again,” she promised and it brought the smallest bit of hope to him as he slipped the band onto his finger, where it should’ve stayed. 

Then the pathetic excuse of a generator began sputtering from its place in the basement, and luckily Paul knew what they needed to do before they were left in complete darkness. “Lessen the load,” he stated as he watched the lights flicker. “The powerload on the genny, we gotta lessen it. Turn off any light we don’t need.”

And Luke did just that, turning off everything except for the lights in the main area of the bar. They continue to flicker on and off for a few more seconds before staying on, making everyone let out a sigh of relief as the shadows fade away. “Good call,” he mumbled to Paul, who just waved him off and moved to lay down on the pool table. 

Then there were a few quiet knocks on the door, and everyone was immediately on high alert again. 

“Don’t answer it,” Luke said, ignoring the glare Rosemary gave him. Really, there wasn’t anyone on the other side of the door that could be more dangerous than the shadows, but he already had three people he had to deal with before he was able to return back to his original plan, and he didn’t need another person added to the list. But James didn’t care, and Luke was quickly beginning to notice that the kid does whatever he wants as he ran around the table and towards the door. “James, don’t.”

“It could be my mom,” he replied and didn’t wait for another word to be spoken before he pulled the door open. 

Luke rounded the table as well and was about to tug James away when he caught sight of who was on the other side of the door. His grip on the kids jacket loosened as his eyes landed on you, and he stumbled a few feet away. 

How was it possible that he had spent nearly seventy two hours looking for you, just to have you stumble upon the very bar he was seeking temporary shelter in? You looked scared and nervous and anxious, and Luke wanted to take you into his arms immediately. He was always good at providing you with comfort before, and he knew he could still do it now, he was just in shock.

“I-I’m sorry,” and there was your sweet voice that Luke hadn’t heard in months. “I saw the lights, and…”

Then you met his eyes, and Luke felt his eyes burn a bit. “Y/n,” he barely managed to say before your single flashlight fell from your grasp and hit the ground, breaking on impact. The darkness began to take over the doorway and before Luke could stop himself, he was moving forward and pulling you inside the bar. You stumble along with him and he steadies you by placing his hands on your waist. “Baby.” The name slipped from his lips before he could stop himself, but he didn’t care, and you didn’t either. 

As you braced yourself against his body, Luke caught sight of your left hand against his chest, and his eyes burned a bit more at the sight of your engagement ring and wedding band wrapped securely around your finger. “Luke,” you said his name in a breathless tone and he was powerless to stop himself from leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. 

You kiss him back instantly and grab either side of his face as you press your body right up against his. “I thought I lost you,” he rasped in between kisses, his hands bunching up your shirt that looked an awful lot like one of the few he left with you back at the old house. 

You shake your head and lean into his touch when he brings a hand up to wipe away the tears you began to shed. “I thought I lost you,” 

Then you were kissing him again and pressing him against the edge of the pool table. Luke’s arms wrap tightly and protectively around you, and he pulls you flush up against his front, his mouth pressing desperate kisses to yours. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured, paying no attention to the other three people in the bar. “I’m so fucking sorry.” 

You shake your head again and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Luke,” you weakly say his name as you slide your hand up and tangle it in his messy hair. 

He turns his head and kisses your wrist, his eyes narrowing on your left ring finger. “You still wear them,” he stated under his breath as he gently wrapped his hand around your wrist so he could examine the very ring and band he picked out for you.   

You tearfully laugh, using your free hand to push his hair away from his forehead. “So do you,” you observe his left hand, and the band you had picked out for him. “I never took mine off.”

Luke gives you a look of agony before he is kissing your temple and caressing the back of your head as if you were the most fragile thing he’s ever held in his arms. He supposed you were at this point since you could literally disappear at any given moment. “I should’ve never taken it off,” he regretfully informed you of his inability to cope without having you around. 

He resorted to distracting himself with his coworker in the new bed he didn’t share with you, and he wished he could take it all back. He wished he could go back to the time he left you behind and do it all again, but this time he’d do it right. He wouldn’t leave you, he would stay with you until you got sick of him and even then he wouldn’t leave. 

If he knew just how short his life with you would end up being, he would’ve never let you go. 

“What happened to your head?” You asked as you traced your thumb along the small cut on his forehead, but he just took your hand in his again and kissed along your neck.

“So….you’re his wife,” Rosemary stated what had to be obvious at this point, her hands placed on James’ shoulders as the three of them looked over at you and Luke. He kept you close to him by placing his hands on your lower back as he looked over at her. “I told you that you’d see her again.”

Yeah, a mere five minutes ago, he wanted to say but was too caught up in the feeling of having you in his arms again. “Sorry, this is probably quite the introduction,” you shyly say and Luke wondered how he went so long without hearing your sweet voice when it was all he wanted to hear right now. “I’m Y/n.”

“Rosemary,” she smiled at you, and everyone could tell how sad the atmosphere had gotten since Luke actually did end up finding you after all. Well, technically, you had found him, but the point still stands. 

He had you back, but James didn’t have his mom, and Rosemary didn’t have her son. 

You smiled your kind and genuine smile at her as you looked around the place, your body nuzzled against Luke’s. “So, what’s the plan?” 

After a bit more smalltalk, everyone came to the agreement that they would wait until morning - even with how quick the daylight seemed to come and go nowadays - before moving on, and keep an eye on the generator in the meantime. Luke gently took your hand in his as he guided you down the stairs, a flashlight in his freehand. “C’mon, baby,” he mumbled and you followed behind him, closing the door afterwards.

You and him were on first watch, and Luke was desperate to be alone with you at this point. “What are you wearing?” You ask with a quiet laugh as he leans against a beam and pulls your body closer to his. Your hands play with the abundance of flashlights that were attached to the strap on his chest before moving to tug on his jacket. “This is how you’ve been surviving?”

Luke shook his head and tore off the strap, tossing it aside without a care for its well-being. “I haven’t been surviving, baby,” he said as he gripped the sides of your face. “I’ve been looking for you. I spent the last three days looking for you.”

You bite down on your lip as tears gather in your eyes again. “Luke,” you trail off as he pulls your body right up against his own. 

You looked so pretty. Worn out and tired beyond belief, but still so achingly pretty. He wanted you, all of you, in all the ways he’s missed out on during your time apart, but he also knew you must be exhausted. 

He is, too, but he also couldn’t stand the thought of wasting his time sleeping when he could be spending the rest of his possibly short life with you, awake and conscious. “You should get some sleep, baby, you’re probably tired-”

But you just shook your head and leaned up to kiss him. He returned your kiss as soon as your lips met his, and his hands moved back to tangle in your hair. You were quite literally on borrowed time, and you both knew this, so when you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, Luke caught you instantly.

He gripped the backs of your thighs as he slowly lowered his body to the floor. His knees hit the tough concrete a bit hard, but he could handle the pain if it meant he got to have you like this again. 

You straddled his lap as your hands tangled in his hair, tugging on it in the way you used to - the way that never failed to drive him crazy. His fingers play with the zipper of your jacket for a few seconds before he finally pulls the fabric from your body, followed quickly by your (his) long sleeved shirt. 

Luke’s hands ran up your nearly bare back, and he was beginning to crave the feeling of your skin on his. You quickly make work of his jacket, and then his zip-up hoodie. “Jesus, Luke, you’re dressed for the winter,” you point out as your shaky fingers unbutton his dress shirt. 

He laughed, a genuine laugh, for the first time in months as you pushed the shirt from his body and dropped it onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor. His lips press to yours again, his hands running up and down your thighs and making goosebumps rise against the fabric of your jeans. “I missed you,” he confessed as he kissed along your jaw. 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and tangle your fingers in his hair again as he lifts you up and lays you down on his shirt and hoodie. It wasn’t much, but it was more comfortable than the hard floor on its own. Really, comfort was the last thing on either of your minds. “Luke, please,” you begged as he sucked the skin of your neck, his fingers tugging at the zipper of your jeans. 

His bare and toned chest presses against yours as he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth before tangling with your own. “Missed you so fucking much,” he continued as he shoved your jeans down a bit and slipped his hand into the thin material of your panties.

Your body shudders a bit as his middle and index fingers swiped along your wet folds, and you moan quietly against his mouth. “Luke,” you whine, bucking up against his hand. “It’s been so long.”

Luke hummed, kissing you once more before he pulled away. “I know,” he rasped, slowly fucking his fingers into you. “I know, baby, and it’s all my fucking fault. I should’ve been there for you, for us. I promise, I’m never leaving your side, even if we don’t have a lot of time left together.”

Your eyes burned a bit as you lifted your hips in time with his hand. “I want you, Luke,” you gasp. “For months - I’ve wanted you for months.”

Luke blinked away a few tears of his own. “I’m not leaving you, Y/n,” he promised. “Never again. I love you, baby, I always will. No matter what happens.”

You moan as his thumb brushes against your clit, and you knew he was the only one who could make you feel like this; so good, loved and cherished all at once. “I love you,” you whisper back, tugging his mouth back to yours by grabbing onto his hair. “Please, Luke, I want you. I need you, I need to feel you.”

Keeping his mouth connected to yours, Luke pushes your jeans down the rest of the way, leaving you to kick them off along with your boots, as he unzips his own. “I need you, too,” he said under his breath, reaching down to run his tip up your seam. You both moan at the same time when he enters you, filling you up in one movement and fitting perfectly. 

“Oh, God,” you whimper as his hips hit yours. “Fuck, Luke.” 

“I love you,” he says, pressing his forehead against yours as your legs wrap around his waist. “I love you, I love you so fucking much.” He couldn’t stop telling you that he loved you if he tried. He went so long without you, wasted so much time trying to get Paige to make him feel the way only you could. 

You kissed him deeply as he began to thrust into you, slow and hard, the way he knew you liked. “I love you,” you say back, laughing quietly at the way his nose brushed yours every time he slipped back inside you. 

You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist and he leaned down to kiss along the tops of your breasts. If he had his way, your bra would be discarded along with the other clothing, but to save the twelve year olds remaining innocence if he were to come down here and see you like this, he would have to deal with you keeping it on. 

“As soon as I realized what was happening, I started looking for you. I had to see you again, had to tell you that I was sorry and that I regretted not coming back to you,” he rambled, shutting his eyes tightly when he felt your walls squeeze him. “I couldn’t give up without knowing you were safe, without seeing you again.”

You moan quietly as you grip his shoulders. “Luke…”

“You’re everything to me, baby,” he swore, burying face against the side of your neck. “Everything.”

“Luke,” you whine as you kiss along his jaw before brushing your lips against the shell of his ear. “Please, fuck me. Make me forget. We can forget about everything, even if just for a while.”

His hips begin to hit yours harder after that, and you press his face close to your own by caressing the back of his head. You glance up at the ceiling lights and see them flicker a bit, almost taunting you with the fact that they could shut off completely at any given moment. 

Even the shadows around you were taunting as Luke pressed your body against the cold floor, but you didn’t care. 

In this moment you weren’t scared. 

You had managed to do the impossible; you had found your husband in a city that had been wiped out of any sign of life. You found each other, and you knew that if you were to be taken by the shadows, you wouldn’t be alone anymore. Luke would be with you. He is with you. And he wasn’t going anywhere this time.

“You feel so good, baby,” he brought you back to him with the single praise, and your face flushed a bit as you cling onto him. “So good.”

“Luke,” you moaned, tugging on his hair as you looked over at the shadows. “Harder. Please.”

Luke placed one hand on your hip and braced himself above you with the other one, his forearm pressing against the ground beside your head. “Look at me,” he murmured when he noticed that your head was turned and your eyes were fixated on the dark corner of the basement. When you glanced up at him, Luke pressed his forehead to yours. “Keep looking at me, baby. Not at them, at me. It’s you and me, Y/n. It’s us.” 

He successfully got your full attention back as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed open mouthed kisses to the skin of his shoulder. “Make me come, Luke,” you requested breathlessly, your brows scrunching together when he reached that sweet spot deep within you. “Fuck.”

Luke groaned deeply, rocking his hips into yours quicker. “Like this?” He asked, moving his body so his pelvis brushed against your clit with every thrust. 

You squeeze your eyes shut as you nod, clinging onto him with the energy you had left. “Yes,” you whispered.

He pulled back to get a good look at your face, his fucked out expression matching yours. “Get loud for me,” he softly demanded as he listened to your quiet moans. 

“I can’t,” you mumbled, gently digging your nails into his shoulders. “The others-”

“Can’t hear us,” he cut you off, pressing kiss after kiss to the side of your head. He could still faintly smell your sweet, wildflower conditioner you favorited when you and he were together, and the scent had his head feeling fuzzy. “They can’t hear us, sweet girl. That fucking generator drowns out any noise. They have no idea what we’re doing right now, so be loud for me, baby. Scream for me.”

You bite down harshly on your lip, but then moan loudly once he begins rubbing quick circles onto your clit. “Oh, my God,” you gasp, much louder than before. 

Luke smirked down at you, his tired features making your heart swell. “There’s my girl,” he mumbled, kissing you afterwards. “My good girl.” 

His words had your eyes rolling back and your body arching as you moaned his name loudly. 

As he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure, Luke felt the possessiveness he felt over you since the day he met you come back to him in full swing. “Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, well aware that there weren’t many options left for guys that could steal you from him. Still, he hadn’t seen you in months, and he wanted to know that he is still it for you. That he always will be. “Tell me you’re still mine.”

You grin up at him, softly running your fingers through his hair that had become even more messy since you and he reunited. “I’m yours, Luke,” you say. “I always was.”

He grunted as you clenched tightly around him. “You’re close,” he commented, knowing your body and its signs like the back of his hand. You were his wife of four years, after all. You technically still are as neither of you could go through with the divorce process. 

“I’m close,” you confirmed what he already knew. “I’m gonna come.”

You squeezed him impossibly tighter and Luke circled your clit faster, desperate to get you there before he got off himself. “Come, baby,” he nearly begged, hiking your leg up higher around his waist. 

With a final cry of his name, you were coming around him and sucking him in deeper with each thrust. “Fuck, fuck,”

Luke felt your warmth surround him and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Not with the way you were squeezing him or the way you were writhing under him. “Good girl,” he praised, kissing you quickly when he felt his own high take over his body. 

Your heel presses against his back, ensuring that a single drop of his release didn’t go to waste. He pulls away from your mouth and places small kisses to the slightly sweaty skin of your neck and shoulder, eliciting more quiet, broken moans from your swollen lips. 

When your tired gaze met his, Luke gave you a small, barely-there grin. “I love you,”

You smooth out his hair as you brush your lips against his. “I love you,” you say back then ask, “What is going to happen next?”

The fear and harsh reality came spiraling back, and Luke wrapped you up in his arms. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly, holding you close to his chest. “But I’m not leaving your side, okay? I mean it, it’s you and me.”

What the world will be like after this, or how long you have with him are questions no one could answer, simply because there was no telling what becomes of you after being consumed by the darkness. Your soul gets taken, leaving behind only the clothes on your back, and it’s scary. 

But you weren’t alone anymore, and neither was he. Luke was okay now that he had you back where you always belonged, and he would be fine.

You smile up at him, glancing over at the still flickering lights as you nuzzle against his side. “Yeah,” you agree in a whisper. “You and me.”

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[richardgrimes]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as Luke Reiter in Vanishing on 7th Street (2010)

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[haydenshill]

If you have anything to add about why your choice is best, reblog so lots of people can see it and share their opinion too!

#hayden christensen #hayden christiansen #anakin skywalker #hayden #star wars #sam monroe #david rice #awake #jumper #takers #life as a house #vanishing on 7th street #american heist #Hayden Christensen filmography #little Italy #shattered glass #Stephan glass #leo campo

[jadegmfu]

“baby we both know..”

“fuck i love you so much.”

why is he kinda slowly looking like “do i wanna know?”

#ilovhayden #jadegmfu #anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #sw anakin #aj takers #clayton beresford #awake 2007 #luke ryder #billy quinn #star wars anakin #vanishing on 7th street #Spotify #do i wanna know #sad to see you go #arctic monkeys

[h4ydcns]

hayden smiling / laughing gifs <3

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[go-see-a-starwar]

Today’s installment of “I watch Hayden Christensen’s filmography and tell you how pretty he is in it” is Vanishing on 7th Street (2010)

Hayden plays Luke, a local newscaster who wakes up to find nearly everyone in the city has mysteriously disappeared after a blackout. With a small group of survivors he fights to keep the ever encroaching darkness away.

How pretty is he in it?

He’s still in what I call the “Jumper-haircut” era which isn’t my favorite but for a guy 3 days into an apocalyptic event he looks pretty dang good here. (also I don’t know if this will make sense but “newscaster” is a perfect job for a Hayden character, he’s got the “good looking in an approachable way” thing newscasters should have)

Does he get drenched at some point? Sadly no classic Hayden drenching in this one, just some scenes with him very sweaty but still fully clothed. 1.5 💦 out of 5.

How’s the movie itself: I don’t know if it’s because I by default go into these Hayden movies with pretty minimal expectations but I actually rather liked this one? It’s billed as horror but is much more character-driven suspense with nearly no gore, which happens to be just my speed of “horror”. It has an effectively creepy atmosphere and I like the way we learn about the characters mostly through visuals and little clues. It’s definitely light on explanations, maybe a little too light on action and has a “wait it’s over?” kind of ending. The strong performances all around make up for a lot of the movie’s flaws, though does't quite overcome them.

Is the Rotten Tomatoes score unfairly low? Shockingly it’s not. It stands at nearly 50% which feels about right.

Surprise Star Wars!: Hayden playing someone named Luke who at one point is fending off the darkness with a stick of light gets a “I see what you did there” from this SW fan.

In short: I found this to be a decent October evening watch, creepy and moody, with good performances from our boy and the rest of the cast buoying a somewhat thin plot.

#hayden christensen #vanishing on 7th street #Luke Ryder #I’ve been wanting to do a hayden movie review series for a while now #this feels like a good one to start with #for spooky season #gsasw reviews hayden movies #not sw

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[philolust]

Rating Hayden Christensen Movies pt2

(spoilers)

First Kill

Bruce Willis is such a cunt, even before his "turn". small town cop will small town cop. i loved the weird dynamic with levi and danny??? so pure for a kidnapper. definitely a lot of grey in there

Outcast

Hayden covered in blood >>>>>. i can't decide how racist it is, verrrry white savior. nick cage is so bad in this film i cringe every time he's on screen. also hayden makes out with a teenager :// DNF

American Heist

so good. fucked up older brother who always took care of hayden's character and is now dependent on him and keeps bringing him back into shitty situations cause crime is how he provided for them??? delicious food. more hayden covered in blood >>>>

Vanishing on 7th Street

good! hayden was the highlight of the movie ofc "ur just mad jesus didn't beam you up too" lmao get her. a little too christian for my tastes but whatever it's the rapture.

Shattered Glass

Hayden's performance in this was chilling. His face acting is incredible. whoever wrote the character was so good at pathetic manipulation. amazing.

Virgin Territory

Very cute and wild. I was under the impression there was gonna be porn tho and there wasn't. The director should have committed to the bit. Will watch again when i'm wine drunk.

that's everything available i'm willing to watch. if anyone finds a way to watch Free Fall or Family Passions, lemme know.

#hayden christensen #first kill #outcast #american heist #vanishing on 7th street #shattered glass #virgin territory

[spockvarietyhour]

Having a grand ole time of it.

#Vanishing on 7th Street #Hayden Christensen #Danny watches Vanishing on 7th Street

[bloatedandalone04]

‘Til Morning Comes

➪the one where luke is late for work after spending the night in the sheets with you, but quickly discovers that his attendance is the least of his worries.

Warnings: age gap - luke is 30, you are 24, swearing, spoilers for vanishing on 7th street, mentions of smut

Word Count: 2k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡ | Happy Valentines Day, loves x

Luke didn’t usually need to set an alarm for himself to be able to make it to work on time, but you had kept him up for most of the previous night. 

It was your two year anniversary, after all. 

The sun seeped through the tall windows since he had failed to close the curtains before fucking you into the mattress for hours on end. You and he lived on the twenty third floor, so there was no need to be worried about someone peeking into your room. Unless they had a telescope, no one would be able to see the way you two got each other off all night long.

You were younger than him by six years, but had pretty much the same sex drive as him, leaving him to wonder why he had wasted three years of his life with Anna when he could’ve been with you the whole time. 

After he got divorced, he had shamelessly moved onto you a mere few months after being labeled a single man, and he wouldn’t change a single thing. Even if you did make him late for work sometimes. 

He threw the covers off of him before sitting up and glancing over at you, seeing that you were still sound asleep. He quietly made his way to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, noticing that the lights seem to have been turned off as the apartment remained dark with the exception of the sun shining through the windows. He looked at the ‘I LOVE U’ you had written on the mirror yesterday before he got home from work, a dumb grin on his lips at the display of affection.

Luke quickly got dressed before walking around to your side of the bed and kneeling down. He trailed his knuckles along your cheek as he leaned in and blew out the candles you lit last night, the soft caress not being enough to wake you up. “Baby,” he called out, smiling when he saw you slowly open your eyes and grin shyly up at him. 

“Hey,” you whispered as you stretched a bit and squinted at the brightness that came from the windows behind him.

“Hi,” he said back. “I’m going to work now.”

You smile again and push yourself up on your elbow to press a deep kiss to his mouth. “Okay,” you murmur, biting your lip once you pull away. Luke groaned at that, making you laugh softly as you arch your back. The shirt you wore, one that was his, lifted and exposed your stomach to him, and if he looked further down he would be able to see the love bites he had left on your inner thighs the night prior. “Have a good day, babe.”

Luke leaned in and gave you another noisy kiss before he stood up. “You too,” he said as he looked over at the windows. “Want me to close the curtains?”

You tug your pillow closer to you as you shake your head. “No, it’s alright,” you answer and pull the sheet up again. “I love you.”

He grabbed his phone and wallet from off his nightstand before smiling down at you. “I love you, too,” he said back. “I’ll see you later.”

Later came sooner than either of you expected as when he entered the lobby and saw that any trace of life had been wiped away, he checked outside before promptly making his way back up to you. 

You had just fallen back asleep when he entered the room again and gently shook you awake. “What?” You ask tiredly, blinking up at him as he sat down next to you. “Your segments done already? I thought you just left.”

“I did,” he said, making you give him a confused look. “Something’s wrong.”

That had you sitting up, a bit more alert now. “What?” You ask as you crawl over to him and brace your hands on his shoulders. “What’s wrong?” 

He shook his head, his face sporting a conflicted look as he kept eye contact with you. “I don’t know,” he rasped, taking your hands in his. “Something happened, I don’t know what. None of the lights are working, everything in the kitchen is turned off and I haven’t seen a single person today other than you….it’s just…I don’t know how to explain it.”

That had you getting out of bed quickly and throwing on a pair of black leggings before you were following Luke down the stairwell. You were a bit out of breath by the time you reached the ground floor, and when he led you outside, your eyes widened in disbelief. 

Cars were abandoned along the streets, and there was no sign of life on the sidewalks, with the exception of random articles of clothing scattered around. You blindly reached for his hand as you began to understand why he was having such a hard time trying to explain what was happening to you. “I don’t get it,” you whisper, looking over at him as if you were trying to make sure that he was really there. “Luke, what’s going on?” 

He wore an unreadable expression as his hand tightened around yours. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. He looked just as unnerved as you did, and it was quite the sight to see. Luke was a calm, cool and collected guy most of the time. To see him be so on edge had your whole body on high alert.

“What…” you trial off as your eyes burn with tears. “What are we going to do? Luke, where is everyone? What’s happening? What are we supposed to do-”

He quickly wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest. “It’s okay,” he caresses the back of your head and holds your body against his, trying to provide you with a least a little bit of comfort right now, even though he was terrified and had no answers to your questions. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not, I- Luke,” you cry and bury your face against his chest. 

Luke shakes his head and softly hushes you, hoping that you couldn’t hear or feel the way his heart was beating wildly right now. “It’s okay, baby, we’re okay,” he promised, kissing the top of your head as he looked over and saw jeans and a shirt that would fit a child no older than five. The harsh and scary reality quickly sets in and he holds you a bit tighter. “We’re gonna be fine, baby, I promise. We just need to stay together.”

You nod and bunch up his shirt in your fist as he guides you back into the apartment building to grab the bare necessities. After being chased by literal shadows, Luke figured out that the darkness is what causes people to disappear, and that as long as you had a light source on you, you’d be fine. 

Three days had passed and you hadn’t run into anyone. You were still so on edge while Luke remained the calmer one as he tried to grasp what he was supposed to do to protect you against something he still didn’t fully understand. 

His fingers were loosely tangled with yours as he guided you through the empty street, the pair of you trying to start any of the many abandoned cars. Any and all power had been shut off with the exception of a bar, and Luke quickly pulled you with him after finding a still working truck. 

You were running on a couple hours of sleep at this point, and your exhaustion definitely didn’t help you tune out the taunting shadows that followed you everywhere you went. 

Having Luke with you helped. You got to see a whole new side to him, one where he was on edge constantly and put your safety over his own. He was so protective over you, it probably would’ve turned you on if you weren’t so scared all the time. 

An hour or so passes since you entered the bar, and your duo became a group of five people, with one of them being a literal child. Rosemary was going to go help the man that was yelling from somewhere down the dark street, but Luke, the gentleman he usually never is, pushed you all back inside and went after the guy himself.

You tried to talk him out of it, tried to get him to stay with you, but he just kissed you quickly then took off. He brought the man back with him, and you saw that he was severely concussed while Luke was grunting in pain.

Rosemary tended to the new guy, Paul, while you wrapped Luke’s ankle in a scrap piece of fabric you found. “I need something to hold it in place,” you mumble, putting a small amount of pressure onto his ankle. 

“It’s fine, baby,” he grunted, straightening up as his ankle pulsed. “It’ll be fine.”

You went to protest when James walked over with a roll of duct tape. “Will this help?” He asked, looking between you and Luke.

“Perfect,” you say and take it from him with a grateful smile. “It’ll work perfectly.”

You tape the fabric while Luke gives James a quick nod as a way of saying thanks. James quickly walks away and helps Rosemary with Paul, and you pull down the leg of Luke’s jeans once you have the fabric in place. 

You avoid his eyes as you stare at the floor from your knelt position in front of him. Tears burned your waterline as the fear began to creep back into you, and Luke noticed it instantly. “Hey,” he called out to you, but you just shake your head and move away from him. “Hey, c’mere.”

He reaches out to you and takes your hand in his, pulling you up and tugging you towards him. He gently guides you to sit next to him on the bench, his arm wrapping around your shoulders once you are settled next to him. 

“Talk to me, baby,” he softly demanded, making you squeeze your eyes shut as you bunch up his jacket in your hand. “What’s wrong?” 

You look up at him through teary eyes and shrug, “I’m so scared, Luke,” you confess. “What’s going to happen to us? Are we just going to spend the rest of our lives hiding from the shadows? Will the days become shorter than they already are?”

Tired eyes met your own and Luke sighs as he kisses the top of your head. “I don’t know what’s going to happen,” he said, using his free hand to brush your messy hair away from your forehead. “I wish I did, but I just don’t. I can promise you that as long as I’m here, you’ll be okay. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“But what if something happens to you? I can’t do this without you, Luke,” you cry, burying your face against the side of his neck. “I can’t.”

“Hey,” he says again, cradling the back of your head and holding you against him as if you were the most fragile thing he’s ever touched. “Don’t think like that, okay? You’re just scaring yourself even more.”

“I can’t help it,” you mumble. “I want to be strong for you, Luke, but I don’t know if I can.”

Luke shakes his head and pulls you closer. “You are strong, baby,” he promised. “But you don’t need to be for me. You and I are going to be fine, I’ll make sure of it.”

You pull away from him and meet his eyes as you try to even out your breaths. You glance over at the other three with a weary expression. “But-”

“Nothing else matters,” he rasped. “It’s just you and me. It’s just us. You’re the most important person to me, and you always have been. You’re going to be okay, I promise.” 

You bite down on your lip to stop it from quivering as you nod. “Just us,” 

“Just us,” Luke confirmed, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder again. 

Truthfully, he was terrified and he had no fucking clue what to do or where to go next, but he did know that he would do whatever it takes to make sure that you’re safe, no matter the cost.

#hayden christensen #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen edit #hayden christensen gif #hayden christensen icons #hayden christensen smut #hayden christensen x reader #luke reiter smut #luke reiter imagine #luke reiter x reader #luke reiter imagines #luke reiter #vanishing on 7th street #happy valentine's day

[ennaih]

Every Film I Watch In 2023:

214. Vanishing On 7th Street (2010)

#Vanishing On 7th Street #Vanishing On 7th Street (2010) #2023filmgifs #my gifs #deeply unsatisfying #just a mess of ideas and character traits #and Thandiwe's character was SO annoying #Hayden and John Leguizamo deserved better okay

[eddie-the-film-geek]

A measly 4.9 out of 10 is complete bullshit, it deserves atleast a 5.7.

Could this movie be anymore underrated?

#film #film geek #film lover #movie memes #i love movies #horror #cosmic horror #vanishing on 7th street #hayden christensen #underrated #not bad

[haydenshill]

Look what I found! Only a few more to go!

Movies I still need to get:

Little Italy

The last man (for the sexy time scene alone)

New York, I love you

90 minutes in heaven (haven’t seen this one)

#hayden christensen #vanishing on 7th street #Luke

[haveyouseenthishorrormovie]

SUMMARY: The population of Detroit has almost completely disappeared, but a few remain. As daylight disappears they realize that the Dark is coming for them.

#vanishing on 7th street (2010) #survival horror #2010s #united states #north american movie #horror #movies #poll

[lostcryptids]

still recovering from how angry that movie made me (punches wall)

#warning to everyone on earth do not watch vanishing on 7th street staring anakin skywalker

[communistchilchuck]

I was asked to help share Omar's fundraiser. He is urgently raising money to evacuate he and his family or start rebuilding their lives in Gaza. He has only raised €822 out of his €50,000 goal so far! Please share and donate, and if you can't donate, please still share!

From Omar's GFM:

Hello, I am Omar, a Palestinian from Gaza.

I’m reaching out to you seeking your help for me and my family from the horrors of the relentless war that has been ongoing in Gaza for 7 months now. I would like to tell you a bit about my small family.

I am married and have 4 children, Leen, Lian, Mohammed, and a 9-month-old daughter named Lolo. My 38 years of life in Gaza is what I love all about. I love its beach, its streets, its life, its smell, I love everything about Gaza. I had a normal, quiet and quite happy life with my husband and daughter and with my parents and siblings until last October.

After the 7th of October, my whole life came upside down due to the war on Gaza. I first moved to live with my wife and children at my parents’ house due to the ongoing war and the fact that we needed to be evacuated across the Gaza Strip. I was afraid of not being able to save my family with bombs falling around, so the first displacement was moving to my parent's house. The war became fiercer and we were afraid, my little child was crying due to the continuous shelling and explosions.

Eight months pregnant, my brother's wife struggles to care for herself and her unborn child. The desperation weighs heavily on all of us.

A few days later, we were ordered to evacuate the building where my childhood home once stood so we had to quickly collect a few belongings and leave my parent's house. Me, my wife and our family moved to my sister’s house which was in a quieter neighbourhood and a smaller building. That was our second displacement. Shelling equally followed us to that area, so this time along with my sister, her husband and his family all of us had to move again. We had to split to 3 different places due to available places to shelter and thus with our 3rd displacement, the incessant bombing, lack of water, food, electricity and multiple communications blackouts we also had to endure the separation and the inability to communicate inside Gaza as well as being cut out from the outside world.

There’s no place safe in Gaza, we can be bombed at any time and anywhere across the strip. Displacement is hard on adults, so it’s unimaginably harsh on children who are not able to comprehend why they have to move from one place to the other, the reason some basic day-to-day things keep changing, such as water to shower, food, water, being enclosed without going out and of course the noises of the warplanes and raining bombs. Amid all of these horrors, we received the news that my parent's house, that place we used to call home where we lived our childhood, as teenagers and adults, that neighbourhood where we lived with our friends and neighbours for years was simply reduced to rubble. All 4 buildings and surroundings were wiped up from the neighbourhood. In a few minutes, a lifetime was lost. Home, savings, friends, neighbours, and memories, all vanished in a blink.

My greatest concern is children, their future, where they will live, study and grow up. There’s nothing left in Gaza, all life-sustaining means are now destroyed. The future became blurry and dark. We had dreams, me and my wife, for us and our children. We dreamt of a simple, peaceful and bright life and a successful future for the children. We all have the right to have a normal life and children deserve a normal childhood and a bright future like other children worldwide. We should be able to provide them with the essentials for a normal life, such as safety first and material needs such as food, clean water and clothing and also education. These are the minimum rights of a child.

I’m also concerned about my parents who dedicated their lives to me and my siblings to provide us with the best education and the possible comforts of life so we feel like we live in a place as in any other free country across the globe. At this age and within these war conditions, I would like to be able to provide them with a safe place and a decent life to give back a bit of all their dedication throughout our lives.

In case this war gets to an end, we need to restart our lives, in Gaza or preferably outside where we can find safety and peace. In Gaza, we have no place to live any more and the rebuilding will take years and a huge amount of money. Outside Gaza, we need the money to get out and a reasonable amount to start somewhere.

To be able to find a safe place for our children where we can have a peaceful future alongside her parents and grandparents, I would greatly appreciate your contribution to donate and share this donation request so it can reach the highest number of kindhearted people and we can get a good amount of money to provide the children with what they deserve.

From the bottom of my heart, I would like to greatly thank you for your support.

Sincerely yours,

Omar

#palestine #free palestine #gaza