#luke climbed through the window and played with 'the cool dog' for like half an hour and then couldn't find alex and went home

[innytoes]

For your Vampire Reggie/Werewolf Alex AU, please more oblivious Julie who doesn't realize she can see ghosts, if you're so inclined 👀

Okay so you totally have insider info and I am glad you are using it for good.

It's a Songwriting Day, which means it's just her and Luke in the studio. Alex and Willie were going for a hike ('walkies', Willie had joked like usual, and now that joke made sense) and Reggie was probably sleeping half the day away before heading to the animal shelter to help clean cages and walk dogs.

During one of their snack breaks, she paused and looked at Luke. "So you didn't have any idea Reggie was a vampire or Alex was a werewolf when you guys started the band?"

"Nope," Luke said, popping the p before going back to his granola bar. "I thought Reggie was just like, really into sunscreen and the gothy-punk look. He used to wear a lot of eyeliner." Oh. Oh that was one hundred per cent something they were going to talk about later. She wondered if Luke had photos... no, focus.

"And Alex?"

"Didn't realise until I went to his house and crawled through his window to discuss the drum beat for Late Last Night and found an enormous dog on his bed." Luke paused. "Okay that's not true, I didn't realise until the next week when I told Alex 'you never told me you had such an awesome dog' and he freaked out."

"I guess we really are both kind of oblivious," Julie said. "Reggie's been pretty sweet about it, but Alex and Willie have been dragging me every time they see me."

"Yeah, what's he like, anyway?" Luke asked. "Is he really as hot as everyone always says? I mean, Alex is clearly biased to hell, and I can't tell if Reggie is messing with me because he thinks I'm jealous."

“What?”

“Yeah, you know, they can see him ‘cause of the whole vampire and werewolf thing,” Luke said, like that made any sense. 

“And you... can’t?” Julie asked, hestitant. Like she didn’t actually want to know the answer. Because she was pretty sure she didn’t.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool you can see ghosts,” Luke said. “And I mean, it’s pretty funny that I really am the only one who doesn’t have any special gifts. That’s going to be great red carpet interview fodder at the Grammies, you know?”

Julie wasn’t really listening to him anymore, though, instead thinking back to all the times her dad talked about her imaginary friends. That time she and her music camp friends got lost in the woods and she was able to get them back to the trail because of the ‘nice old man’ that none of the other kids claimed to see. 

The times she’d joked to Carlos about how many cosplayers were out, and how he’d stared at the one guy in a Captain America shirt and asked her what she had against nerds, completely ignoring the man in an honest to god tophat and cape walking by. 

This explained so much. This explained so much and now that she thought back, she’s not sure why she hadn’t thought of it before. She’s not sure why any of the ghosts she’d spoken with hadn’t brought it up. Maybe because her mom had taught her not to stare or be rude to people who dressed differently.  

“Julie?” Luke asked, a little unsure. She blinked, zoning back in. 

“Willie’s a ghost?” she whispered. 

“Oh.” Luke blinked, before his face broke out into the biggest grin. “Ooooooh.”

And then he grabbed his phone, opening up a video call to Alex and Reggie. Oh no.

“No!” she shouted, chasing Luke around the studio. “Luke, stop!”

“Guys you’ll never guess what Julie just learned!” Luke crowed, vaulting over the coffee table and onto the couch, holding the phone up high so he could get her into the shot as well. Oh god, the jokes were going to be even more insufferable now. She was never going to live this down. 

(Set in the Rulie Vampire AU universe as found here on ao3, of course.)

[talkfastromance4]

Lost Without You-- Calum Hood oneshot

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A/N: based off of Fly By Midnight’s new song Lost Without You. Give it a listen as  some of the lyrics are incorporated in the piece! 

Warnings: angst, moody and broody

Word count: 2,577

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Calum is a man of deception; the Houdini of keeping his six-year relationship hidden from the media sharks’ eyes. He’s the mastermind of averting their invasive questions of why he hasn’t found a special someone yet, what’s the hold-up, to the attention of this awesome bass riff he’s been working on. It’s not that he was ashamed of you or your love, he wanted at least one part of his life to stay private.

Part of his deception is keeping his lips sealed. He’s perfected the silent-yet-observant role of the band, only speaking when he deems it necessary and if it’s related to the band, Duke, or their music while simultaneously he was having a full conversation with you on his phone about how all the planets share the same sun.

For six years, your relationship worked amazingly well. He adored your compassion for his dream, always referring to you as his biggest fan which always made you laugh. It’s been six years of late-night calls, paragraphs shared of how much you meant to each other filled with promises of the adventures you’d have when you’re reunited again. It’s been endless voice notes of a new song he wrote, memories upon memories printed on polaroid’s and saved in a lot of albums on your phone.

For six years it worked until it didn’t.

Complacency became very apparent and the feeling of being stuck in one place crept up your neck and whispered in your ear while your friends were getting engaged left and right. While out and about you felt jealous of other couples who could freely kiss one another. Seeing the guys and their girlfriends cuddle while you were all out dinner left a burning hole in your heart while Calum was three seats away.

For six years it did work, but the comfortable bubble you were in for so long suddenly became uncomfortable and claustrophobic. It was a long break up that left you both teary eyed, your makeup cleaned off from the salt in your tears, and your voices hoarse from talking. You tried talking it through, but the only solution seemed to be taking a break.

A break from your best friend of six years, a break from a love so genuine.

It’s been six months since that miserable night where half his heart was taken and Calum doesn’t want to be by himself these days, he doesn’t want to think of himself this way without you. But he has been thinking about it, every second, every day. He’s been thinking of you constantly.

And you’ve been thinking of him too. Recently you’ve been seeing a new guy, someone from the gym you go to who has shown interest multiple times. He’s the opposite of Calum, so you thought you’d give it a try. Something different, something new.

“Why’d you decide to give me a chance now? I’m glad you did, don’t get me wrong, but I’m curious,” Matt asks while you’re out for coffee.

“I haven’t been alone since I was eighteen,” you confess. You felt a release as you finally opened about your relationship with Calum, leaving his name anonymous so Matt wouldn’t blab to the press you were dating a member of 5 Seconds of Summer.

Your heart burst open of your whole relationship, six years of memories, love, a friendship set on fire, finally released into the open.

“Then why did it end?” Matt asks while he walked you up to your door. You hadn’t realized you talked about your relationship for the whole date, how pathetic is that?

Instead of answering him, you pulled him in for a kiss that traveled to your bedroom. Opening up about Calum opened your sadness of the breakup as well. The whole time you were with Matt, you compared him to Calum in your mind. His fingers were clumsy while Calum’s were sure and precise, years and years of bass playing under his belt did wonders. His hair was thin between your fingers while Calum’s was thick and fluffy. Matt’s movements were jerky while Calum’s were fluid as water.

When it was over, you rolled over to gaze out the window, tears brimming your eyes because for the first time in six months, you felt lost without Calum. There’s another body where he used to be, and you can’t stand the thought. Thoughts of Calum left you awake until Matt kissed you goodbye and left.

Calum’s over at Michael’s, he’s on his fifth white claw and he feels the alcoholic bubbles taking effect. In his impaired state, he pulls out his phone and scrolls to your text conversation, six years’ worth of conversation still held in his phone’s memory.

Him: I miss you when it hurts

Knowing you won’t reply but hoping that you do, he stumbles to the hammock. With one foot on the earth he sways from side to side staring at the stars through the trees. He’s wondering if all those stars have been in the sky since your relationship started when his phone does the two-toned ding reserved only for you.

Excited and nervous all at once, he almost falls out of the hammock reaching for his phone that falls between the netting of the hammock. Cursing under his breath he stretches until his fingers grab hold of the device, the light of the screen illuminates his face.

Her: I’m sleeping in your shirts

His heart skips a beat, his mouth goes dry just imagining you in his shirts. He hasn’t seen his sensation shirt in two years because you stole it and claimed it yours. Every couple months he’d get it back so that it would end up smelling like him and you’d steal it all over again. He loved seeing you walk around your place in nothing but his shirts, he loved the way your ass peeked out from the hem.

Him: but seeing you would make it worse

He impatiently waits while your gray bubbles pulsate on his screen. Then they stop and then your pretty face is on his screen followed by your ringtone. Surprised, he nearly drops his phone again before answering.

“Hello?” he asks breathlessly.

“Can we still talk on the phone sometimes?” you ask.

Calum falls out of the hammock this time because he hasn’t heard your voice in so long. Six years he’s been hearing your voice in his head, on his phone, in his ear while you whisper dirty things. Six months without your voice has been hell and hearing it now, it’s like he’s at the gates of heaven.

“Of course, we can,” he finally responds climbing back into the hammock. He licks his lips. “How are you? Are you okay?”

“Yeah…I’m okay,” you respond softly. He knows every nuance of your voice; he can tell you’re telling him the half-truth. “Are you okay?”

“I’m better now.”

Over the next several weeks, you’ve been talking on the phone more frequently. You’re still seeing Matt every now and then, just to give you something to do and hopefully not think of Calum. That’s damn near impossible.

You’re on the phone with Calum while you’re sitting out on your balcony watching the sun go down. Both of you haven’t said a word in about five minutes, but hearing his breathing makes it feel like he’s right there with you. The two of you always had comfortable silences of enjoying each other’s presence.

“Can we be the exes that still stay friends?” he asks.

Your feet slam to the floor that were perched on the railing at his question. It filled you with butterflies.

“I’d like that, Calum. I’ve missed my best friend,” you admit shyly.

“He’s missed you, too.”

Matt spent the night and after your morning coffee, you laid on the floor staring at your ceiling fan as it rotates. The cool air blows on your skin and it reminds you of all the times you and Calum would lay on the floor or the grass, heads next to each other, as you talked about random things. Matt found you like that and asked what you were doing.

“Come lay with me, let’s talk,” you say reaching for his hand.

You feel his hesitancy as he lays next to you.

“What do we talk about?” he mumbles in confusion.

“Anything. Don’t you think it’s weird that Mars has the same sun we do?”

“No,” he snorts.

Suddenly, your door opens and with a rush of panic you sit up expecting to see Calum thinking that it’s him. Part of you wants him to see Matt and the other part of you wishes Matt weren’t in the picture at all. Crestfallen, it’s one of Matt’s friends who came by to pick up a video game he had. Matt leaves you on the floor and you send a text to Calum asking him about Mars and the sun.

He replies quickly with how that fact still blows his mind and you smile.

Ten months have gone by and Calum is pacing back and forth in his kitchen. Duke is following his motions, tongue lolling out and panting while the rest of the band follow the dad and dog duo. You’re coming over for the first time. For the first time since the breakup he’s going to see you and it has his stomach reeling.

“Why are you freaking out so much?” Michael asks.

“Because, it’s been so long! It could either go really well or end horribly,” Calum huffs continuing to move back and forth.

“Will you stop pacing?” Ashton demands, “you’re making me dizzy. It won’t end horribly. You’re already broken up.”

That stops Calum instantly. He glares at his best friend for his blunt remark, Michael and Luke share the same look.

“What?! I’m not wrong! What could be worse than that?”

“We’ve only started being friends again…she could decide she doesn’t even want that,” Calum sighs leaning against the counter. Duke sits at his feet.

“You’ve been friends for six years…yeah, you were also a couple, but I don’t understand how you can just stop being friends with that much history,” Ashton shrugs.

“Yeah, you don’t understand,” Calum shakes his head. Only you and he know where your relationship stands. He’d give you the moon if he could, lasso it and all that like from that movie you love so much.

The doorbell rings and Calum stands up stick straight, he breaks into a cold sweat. Michael offers to get it and when he returns, it’s only Andy and Sarah. At every doorbell Calum waits for you to walk through his door again but is met with disappointment when it’s another party guest.

Feeling defeated he collapses onto the couch, swiping through apps on his phone while the party blurs around him. Duke hops up and lays in his lap.

“Hey guys. Where’s Calum?”

Upon hearing your voice, Calum and Duke both perk up with Duke bounding off his lap and running to wherever your voice came from. Calum stands slowly, hearing your sweet words to Duke as he rounds the corner. Seeing you after all this time is like he can finally breathe again. You’re giving Duke kisses and Calum notices that your hair is different, the new cut and style takes him by surprise but you’re beautiful as ever.

Then your eyes lift to his and he swears he felt the planets align within him. When you smile it’s like he’s seeing the sun for the first time.

“Hey, you made it,” he says gruffly then mentally slaps himself. He should have said something cooler, more riveting but you smile all the same and stand up.

“Hi. Yeah, I did. I wouldn’t miss it.”

After grabbing you a drink he ushers you to a quiet corner where he awkwardly asks for a hug. You share a timid embrace, but it still feels like home. He wants to hold you forever but reluctantly lets go so you can catch up some more.

For the whole night you stay in that spot, unless he left to refresh your drinks, or you grabbed a snack that you shared on the same plate. As the last people left, you and Calum were left alone on the couch, the lights dimmed, and the music changed to something more chill.

“I thought you would’ve brought Matt with you,” Calum says. The other guy’s name leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and his next sentence tastes like bile. “I want to meet him.”

“I thought about it,” you sigh leaning your head against the couch. Your head presses against Calum’s arm that’s slung over the back and he sucks in a breath at the contact. “But it’s not working with him.”

“No? Why’s that?” he tries to sound polite.

You stare at him for a long time, taking in his dark eyes, the slight curl at the ends of his hair, his tattoos peeking from his shirt and the three moles you’ve always loved to kiss.

“I’m lost without you,” you confess.

He stares back for a beat.

“You’re lost without me?”

“These ten months have been so hard. I think about you all the time, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to come over and beg for you to take me back. But I hurt you. I know I did. I hated that night we broke up; it was one of the worst nights of my life. But why would you want me back after I threw in the towel because I was feeling affection deprived? That’s not fair. And then when you texted me…I felt so happy. This whole thing was stupid, and I understand if you don’t want—”

Calum silences you by pressing his lips to yours. You kiss back eagerly, welcoming the comfort of his soft lips against your own, your fingers immediately flying into his hair. His own hand cups your face, you melt at the warmth of his skin and a chill runs through you when his tongue slips between your lips. The world stops, the music drifts away as you kiss your best friend, your soulmate after so many days apart.

The kiss leaves you both breathless and gasping for air as you break apart, but you don’t move far, his forehead rests on yours. You caress the back of his neck while his thumb caresses your cheek.

“I’ve been lost without you, too, cupcake,” he mumbles and your heart rushes at his nickname for you. “I was nervous as shit before you came, I didn’t think you were going to.”

“I almost didn’t come,” you chuckle, “I kept imagining I’d see you with some new girl hanging off you.”

“The only girl I need is you.”

You’re kissing him again, then ask on his lips, “Maybe we should--?”

“Baby, we should start again,” he finishes for you. “We’re both different now. We’ll be different, we’ll…we won’t hide this time. You’ve been a part of my life for so long, you held my childhood that I didn’t want to let go of yet.”

“It’s not letting go, it’s moving forward,” you trace his eyebrows then poke each one of his small moles that you love because they’re like stars.

“Move forward with me?” he asks, nudging his nose against yours kissing you again. You nod against him as he pushes you onto the couch. Your love lost was found again.

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[sarcastically-defensive17]

Hiii💗💗 love your work!! Could you maybe write a fic about reader and Luke being in a secret relationship and they kept it a secret for a long time but the get caught by someone (can be anyone) please🙏🏽🙏🏽 I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense but I would really appreciate it❗️ Ly❤️❤️

Hi lovie! Thank you for the request and I am so sorry it took so long! Hope you enjoy! The ending is open, so if you want part 2, let me know ;)

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

Father - L. Hemmings

Her relationship with her father was picture perfect on the outside. One of a pastor, and his goody-two-shoes daughter who attended church every Sunday and stood by her daddy's side at church functions.

Her father wasn't a bad man, not by any means. He was just... overly devout. He wanted his little girl, who was 18 and legally an adult, to follow his beliefs, even if they were extreme. And that was just his personal beliefs, nothing to do with religion.

No tattoos. No piercings. No skirts above the knee. No wearing black unless it was in attendance of a funeral. And certainly, no Luke Hemmings.

Luke was the embodiment of everything her father despised. From the metal threaded just below his gorgeous bottom lip, to the guitar that he strums to earn money to his hair is too long for her fathers taste, even if it is always slicked upwards in a quiff.

As such, the minute Luke asked her out, her father out a stop to it. Thankfully for them, social media and rebellion exists.

Simple solution? She would simply wait until her father was at work - as he was a cherished member of the community and worked at various youth centers where they overpaid him for little work - and then she would invite him in or they would go for a joyride in his large Ute.

Her father was overbearing, and it was suffocating for both Y/N and Luke.

Y/N was meant to play the role of a doting daughter who only needed the presence of god and her father in her life as masculine figures. But Luke brought something else out. He made her feel comfortable, like herself.

She wasn't ready to let that go.

She wasn't ready to let Luke go, but she knew the minute her father found out she was in a secret relationship with the small town Bad Boy Luke Hemmings, he would reign hell down.

Luke's irresponsible youth had earned himself quite the name amongst the elder members of the community, and popularity amongst the younger members.

Y/N was enamored when she met him at a party her best friend had secretly dragged her along to. From that moment on, they tried their hardest to keep their relationship hidden until they were ready to come clean.

The only ones who knew were her best friend, and Luke's friends.

Y/N heard a slight tap on her bedroom window. The large aperture faced the backyard of her property, where she could look down  and see a particular boy she adored staring up at her with his wide grin.

He would always connect his rip row of teeth with his plump bottom lip, often nibbling on the black ring looped through it.

She lifted the pane, grunting with the slight effort before she hung her top half out to gaze downwards.

"Fancy seeing you here, stranger," she couldn't hide the grin that stretched across her face when Luke fixed an enamored gaze on her.

Many thought that the resident bad boy was the type to use girls for sex and leave them once their body had no use to him anymore. It was the furthest from the truth anybody could get.

Despite his grouchy exterior and constant black skinny jean phase, Luke was the most sensitive soul she had ever had the pleasure of connecting with.

He adored every fiber of her being and made sure she knew it before he left her every time they met. Sneaking around was tough on both of them, but so long as they could remain in each other's arms for a little while, they would do it for as long as it takes Y/N to get ready to leave their small town.

"You gonna come unlock the door for me, sweet cheeks? Or am I gonna need to climb the lattice like Romeo?" His eyes crinkled with his laughter. He always admired his own jokes the slightest bit too much.

"The pastors daughter and the bad boy with a worse attitude," she stroked her chin, making a considering sound. "Sounds pretty star crossed to me. I might just need to make you climb."

Luke pouted deeply, jutting his piercing out further than normal and fixing his deep blue eyes on his girl.

"But I don't wanna climb," he whined, scuffing his best up converse on the ground. He had other pairs of shoes, but he particularly adored his converse.

She fixed him with a serious look, only to crack under his puppy dog eyes. He always knew how to get her to crack, and she loved to hate it.

She sighed deeply, feigning offense before blowing a kiss down to her boyfriend.

"I'll be down in a second, Romeo."

She stopped on the way to check her hair, making sure each strand was in place. They were going into their fourth month of their secret relationship, yet Y/N still fussed over her appearance to look the best for Luke.

After all, she wanted to appear as if she was worth the time of the bad boy, even if many their age wouldn't think she was.

She was caught talking to Luke in public once and she instantly became the talk of the town. Many girl their age would whisper about how much of a prude she would be, and how they could treat Luke better than she could.

She simply ignored their comments with a slight blush on her cheeks regarding their comments of her virginity and capabilities in bed.

She could see Luke bouncing between feet outside of her door and as soon as she unlocked it he burst inside.

He pressed a kiss to her cheek with a quick, "sorry, busting to pee," before jetting off in the direction of the bathroom.

At this point he had practically memorized the layout of her house, but she had yet to see his. Or meet his parents for that matter.

Although, it was hard for a secret relationship.

Moments later, Luke reentered her vision, brushing his hands against his black jeans before locking them into her waist and pulling her into a hug.

Even though he had seen her two days prior, he still missed her like crazy. Secretive messages during her designated phone time was killing the couple.

“Welcome back, Romeo.”

“Happy to be here, Juliet,” he peppered more kisses to her cheeks. She giggled at the cool feeling of his piercing on her skin. “What’s on the schedule for today? Movies? Drive? Adopt a puppy just to taunt your dad?”

“I don’t need to taunt my father, Luke,” she tsk’d at him. “Sneaking around with you is enough of a taunt, don’t you think?”

He shrugged sheepishly, grabbing her hand and pulling them both towards the lounge room.

“Movie marathon it is then. What’s up first?”

“You choose, Lukey,” they cuddled together and like pulled Netflix up on the large television.

She felt at ease in his arms. It was a small thing, but she felt the most comfortable with Luke by her side in any way. She even felt at ease as she sat in the front pew at church and he lingered in one of the back rows. Simply the knowledge that he was around if she shall need him was enough to fill her with a warmth.

It had been hours since they began their movie marathon. Unknowingly, they had both dozed off.

The sound of keys jingling in the lock of her front door was enough to rouse Y/N from her slumber. Her eyes widened as she saw the time, knowing exactly who was walking through the door, and who would have the perfect view of the girl and her secret boyfriend cuddled together on the lounge, lipstick stains decorating the cheeks of the boy.

She shook him quickly, trying her hardest to pull him from his sleep.

“Luke?” No answer. “Luke!” She whispered more harshly, putting more force behind her movements. His eyes cracked open, a smile taking over his features. “Luke, my father is-“

“What is going on here Y/F/N?!” A bellow echoed from the entrance to the lounge room.

Y/N and Luke both felt their faces visibly pale, both wintering under the gaze of Y/N’s very angry father.

“Hey, daddy,” she giggled softly, an awkward expression cloaking her features. “This is my boyfriend, Luke.”

It was safe to say, Y/N thought a vein was going to pop in her fathers forehead.