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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.
omg hi!! i saw you are doing a blurb night (how exciting) <33 i was wondering if you could do one with luke x reader (she/her). i'd like the fluff prompt #6 and #47. i am not sure how these blurb nights usually work so i am sorry! i was thinking that luke x reader haven't seen each other in a while and they reunite. do whatever works for you! thank you <33
omg hey!! here ya go :)
simping - lrh
summary: blurb - luke is a little obsessed with you after heâs been gone on tour, he makes you breakfast to spoil you
prompts:
#6 "stop simping for me you simp"
#47 "i'm so in love with you"
pairing: luke x fem!reader
Luke had been following you around like a lost puppy ever since he got back from touring. He was there when you woke up to the time you went to sleep, he wanted to do everything together.
One day, he wasn't as attentive as he had been for the last few days, he wasn't in bed creepily staring at you when you woke up.
Odd.
You get up to go find your Luke, trotting down the hallway and down the stairs and around the area until you find Luke in the kitchen, making waffles.
"Hey, whatcha got there?" You ask Luke as you walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso.
"Waffles!" He grins, "they're your favorite, figured you haven't had some since I left."
"You're right," you smile and peer around his shoulder to look up at him, "only you make 'em the best."
"Oh! I even got whipped cream-"
"Stop simping for me you simp." You giggle, "ever since you got home I've been treated as royalty."
"All I did was get ya whipped cream!" Luke argues, "m'not simping. Yes, I'm so in love with you that I even remembered the whipped cream, but, I'm not a simp."
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."
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a/n: hey everyone! hereâs âstormy fears & feelingsâ, this is a nonfamous au with roommate!luke. (unedited as usual) this was really fun to write, i intended for it to be short and sweet but i ended up writing for longer than i had originally planned. anyway, i hope you enjoy and are having a great day/night/whatever. i appreciate any and all feedback, and as always my messages are always if you want to chat or anything :) thank youuuu - emmy <33
pairing: roommate!luke hemmings x fem!readerÂ
summary: a thunderstorm leaves you awake and scared, and going to your standoffish roommate, who you happen to have an extremely inconvenient crush on for comfort may be your only option to get a good night of sleep.Â
warning(s): cursing, extremely minor injury, minor angst if you squint
word count: 5k
It really was an awful idea. In any other case it wouldnât have even crossed your mind, but you had been on edge all week for no specific reason and thunderstorms had always spooked you.Â
The storm had started unexpectedly. If you had known earlier you would have ran to the store to buy Nyquil before going to bed, but with it sneaking up on you, you were huddled under your blankets, eyes squeezed impossibly tight in hopes to drown out the loud crashes and blinding flares of light flooding your bedroom window.Â
When the thought originally passed through your head it was more of an internal sarcastic remark than a possible solution.Â
ok guys not gonna lie to you ive had the worst writer's block. all the requests i had were just SO overwhelming, i have one that im working on though, it's a dating calum concept. feel free to send/resend any requests that were put in so i can see what you guys want! im trying my best to create content for you guys!
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writerâs block is a pain in the ass. im so so sorry im taking so long to get these requests done, i feel horrible, they WILL be done im so sorry for those who have been waiting
hey bestie bros, im not taking requests right now! i need to catch up and post the ones i have , plus, this semester is almost over and i need to focus on my school work! ill take requests soonsies i promise!!
Hey! I was wondering if you could write something with calum where like, the reader is an artist too (but indie af like broke vibes lol) and she became Maliâs friend through that and then one day sheâs like oh god I have to go on this last minute trip to la bc of something work related idk and she asks Mali if she knew anyone in la renting a room in their house and Maliâs like well thereâs my brother. And so reader goes to stay idk a month at calumâs house and I just imagine it like reaaallyyyyy slow burn. Like at first they donât really hang out together, just see each other going in and out of the house; then one night he invites her to a party heâs going idk
And well reader really likes cal and vice versa they get along well when theyâre alone, but since she is like an indie artist sheâs like man Iâm a totally different vibe than like his mates girlfriends, so heâd never be into me, cause Iâm not like interested in that scene
It can go either way smut or fluff, your choice
anonâŠthis is⊠*chefs kiss*⊠this WILL take me a hot minute to write so i am leTTING YOU KNOW i will DEFINITELY BE WORKING ON THIS.
summary: it's a gloomy day in the ashton/YN household.
warnings: mental health , sadness, angst maybe?
word count: 900
Today wasâŠoff.
You had woken up with anxiety, something that rarely happens anymore but for whatever reason, your anxiety woke you up and youâve been on edge ever since.
You hoped to have the comfort of your love, Ashton, but he wasnât next to you when you rose, his side of the bed was empty and cold.
Only adding to the anxiety.
Regardless, it seemed that you just didnât want to get out of bed. Your body felt so heavy and you felt so tired. The effort you would have to put in to get up was simply too much.
You didnât even have the energy to roll over to grab your phone to see where your boyfriend is.
But you knew he was home, though his little studio in the place was soundproof, you could hear the sounds of him playing his drums, the beat was soft, and it lulled you back to sleep.
When you woke again, Ashton was exiting the attached bathroom to the room with a towel hanging around his waist and water dripping from his hair onto his forehead.
You gather up the energy to blindly reach behind you to grab your phone, the time reads 3PM.
âOh, shitâŠâ you mutter.
âHm?â Ashton hums in response as he looks through his dresser for some clothes.
âDidnât mean to sleep that long,â you let out a pained chuckle.
Ashton doesnât laugh though, there seems to be something in the air today that just has both of your moods kind ofâŠ
The only word that could describe it was âblehâ
You stare at Ashtonâs back as he walks around the room, getting dressed, doing a face routine, combing his hair, when you notice that the room is quite darker than normal.
You glance at the window to see a dark sky, the clouds creating an eerie atmosphere.
A rainy day, that was rare.
What was also rare was Ashton barely speaking to you, it threw off your entire mood more than it already was. Heâs usually so bright and ready for the day, always talking you up and greeting you with how beautiful you were when you woke up.
But there was silence. No pep in his step, nothing.
Ashton starts toward the door, but his hand rests on the knob as he stares at it with question.
He lets out a grumble and lets go of the knob, he turns around and rids himself of his loose-fitting shirt and his sweatpants. He takes long strides to your shared bed and climbs in under the covers with you. He pulls you into his chest and lets out a long, stressed sigh.
âEverything okay?â You hesitantly ask against his chest.
âNo. You okay?â Ashton sighs as he starts to play with the roots of your hair.
âNo.â You sigh.
âWhatâs wrong?â You both ask in unison, which is of course followed by little giggles coming from the both of you.
âI donât knowâŠâ Ashton sighs as his giggles die out, âjust one of those daysâŠI feelâŠI donât know.â
âMe too,â you run your fingers along Ashtonâs cheek, letting them slide across his stubble and around his dimple as you gaze at him.
âAnything specific gotcha upset?â Ashton studies your face as he speaks, noting how your eyes looked slightly dull today.
âDunnoâŠâ you trail off, âjust tired. Donât wanna get up.â
âCould tell, thought you were mad at me when you didnât come downstairs, but you were just sleeping,â Ashton comments, âwanna just lay here and wallow in our sadness?â
You nod your head and Ashton pulls you closer to him, you guys let your bodies relax and mold into one anotherâs as you let the hours pass by.
At some point, Ashton had gotten up to open the window to let the cool breeze in, the smell of rain soon rose in the area once it started to storm.
Besides getting up for the bathroom, you hadnât moved from your place. You didnât even check your phone, you and Ashton just laid in a comfortable silence as you both rested your bodies and your minds today.
This happened rarely, usually youâre both were extremely peppy and perky on a daily basis, happy to live life to the fullest.
But it seems that your constant light has died out today, and needs some recharging.
And thatâs okay, because itâs okay not to be okay.
You and Ashton eventually get out of bed, solely to get the food you had ordered from the front door and eat it.
Once you guys climb back into bed, you both pass out, somehow exhausted from doing absolutely nothing all day.
When the next morning comes, you and Ash wake up at the same time, the sun bright and beaming through the curtains, and your moods significantly better than the previous day.
Smiles are on your faces as you admire each other in the light.
âYou okay?â Ashton breaks the silence with his voice, raspy from sleep.
You nod your head and press a kiss to Ashtonâs nose, grateful that he was there for you during a rough day, and though not many words were said, his presence was just enough for you to feel better.
âYou okay?â You ask Ashton in response, he gives you his dimpled grin you know all too well with shiny eyes.
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Hi Jenna!!! Can I request a Calum fic based on the song rx by role model. Iâve been listening to it all day and canât get it out of my head. Either itâs one of their songs yk or itâs just the concept of the song but I think it would be supper cute and you could definitely ruin me with the fluff.
rx - cth
pairing: calum hood x reader
summary: songfic. rx by role model
warnings: smoking (weed), mental health.
word count: 1.3k+
It's the ways I'm medicating
Calum sits by himself in his home, rolling a blunt for what seems like the millionth time this week.
This has become routine for him, going to work, coming home, smoking, repeat.
He's been in such a weird place recently and he wanted an escape, and that escape was found in the natural substance he smoked often, it helped him relax and get away from his thoughts.
It became sort of a medication for him, same time every day. The same amount every day. And the same effects, every day.
It's the apps for meditating
It's the way they never work
Calum has tried his hardest to heal himself, to become more in tune with his thoughts, and figure out why he's felt so..cloudy. So foggy mentally.
He's downloaded multiple apps that his best friend, Ashton, has recommended in attempt to help Calum achieve internal rest with himself.
But none of it seemed to work.
No matter how long Calum sat or laid down, listening to the meditation, he could never relax, he could never focus. His mind was running miles and the soothing voices of the mediation coaches just didn't help.
If anything, he found it annoying.
It's the high I'm always chasing
It's the friends I'm never making
Calum wasn't always alone though, he did go out.
Only to get high, though.
He was invited to multiple parties, get-togethers, whatevers.
But he only went if there was weed, of course.
He hasn't been very social, or talkative recently, since he's been so lost inside himself. So it's been a hassle for him to make friends, or keep friends, considering he only shows his face if there was a substance at the party.
Even though he was in a crowded room, he was always alone.
It's the people that I've hurt
Calum's recent tendency to shut people out has caused many issues. Even within his own band, they're worried about him and he barely ever communicates unless it's work-related
His friends he's made over the years have dwindled due to this happening multiple times through Calum's growing years.
He gets sad.
He feels lost.
He shuts people out.
And the cycle continues.
But I don't need therapy
Just someone who's there for me
Sure, Calum has considered therapy, talking to someone could surely help him figure out what the hell is going on in that head of his.
But he didn't like the idea of therapy, he felt that it was unnecessary to him. Especially since he wouldn't have an emotional connection with the therapist.
He just wanted someone who understood him, who was there for him, and sure he had his mates, but they didn't truly get where he was coming from, no matter how hard they tried.
And he did eventually find that person.
That person was you.
'Cause that's all that really matters anymore
Calum doesn't know what he did to deserve you. At all. You showed up in his life when he was at his absolute lowest.
You had been at some influencer party, and you saw poor Calum sitting alone, being a wallflower, staring at his phone, disinterested in the commotion around him.
You weren't usually one to go up to random people and talk to them, but something was pulling you to him, an unstoppable force. You walked right over to him and struck up a conversation.
The moment Calum saw your warm, greeting smile, he knew that you were the light of his life.
The only thing that kept him going, the only thing that mattered at that moment in time was you. And he didn't even know your name yet.
And I don't need Jesus Christ
Just someone who treats me right
Calum had been hoping to whatever god there was that someone would come into his life and help him out of this rut.
Thank god it was you.
Since you guys hit it off, you were inseparable.
Calum was always attached at your hip, you were the only thing that brought him happiness. He was always so smiley and perky because of you, and this was noticed by everyone around him.
He was glowing, someone finally understood him for who he was, he felt comfortable with you, he didn't feel the need to shut you out because you were just so perfect.
You treated him like no other, in a good way.
It's the one-way conversations
It's the wasted resДrvations
You see, before you...
Calum never had any luck with relationships, or love.
He just wasn't invested in any previous relationships he had, it was always the girls pining after him and him just agreeing because he was desperate for some sort of attention, for someone to finally love and get him, but they were never right for him.
There were so many wasted dates before you.
But since you came into his life, Calum has had the time of his life.
Taking you on dates, spoiling you, loving you, announcing his love to the world through an Instagram post.
You are truly his special girl, no one could ever take that from him. Nothing could ever, ever change it.
Ever.
It's the dates that nevДr showed (They never did)
Calum is kind of glad he never had any good luck with the dates he's had previously, the dates never showed him any insights into what love was.
You show him what love is.
To him, your love is like the first warm and sunny day after a long, dark, winter.
It's like the warm feeling of a shot of alcohol traveling down your throat.
It's like getting good feedback on something you worked so hard on.
It's like sweet lemonade on a hot day.
And he makes sure to tell you what your love means to him, every day. Whether it's waking up to him talking to you while you sleep, or him sending you a text if he gets up before you to leave.
Sometimes, if he's away for a while, he'll flood your voicemail inbox, making sure to tell you how good you make him feel.
It's the girls I've had a few of
It's the way they let me know
Every single girl before you in a way, let him know what he needed in his significant other.
From the girls before, he knew he needed someone down to earth.
Someone who isn't afraid to be themselves.
Someone who didn't use him for clout or attention.
Someone who made him feel safe and relaxed.
Someone who loved him, for him.
He found all of that in you. You were a goddess in disguise. A walking ray of sunshine that he trailed behind his every waking moment.
That man worships the ground you walk on.
And I don't need Novocaine
Just someone who numbs the pain
Your presence is like a drug to Calum. Any internal pain and suffering that he once had completely disappeared. You truly make any and all issues dissolve by simply just being in his life.
Calum didn't depend on any substances to get him out of his head anymore, he had you.
I mean, the substances were still used for funsies of course.
I guess you're all that really matters.
You're all that really matters
Anymore
You're definitely saved Calum. He tells you all the time, how you brought him out of the dark and showed him how life was meant to be lived.
He looks to you for so many things and looks at you for inspiration in everything he does. You are his motivation, and if you weren't in his life, nothing would matter.
You're the only thing that truly matters to him, you go above everything and anything else, he doesn't care what he has to do, he wants to make sure you are happy and content.
He wants to repay you for all that you have done for him.
And he will continue to do that for as long as he lives.
