luke fiasco

anonymous asked:

With all the joking on the panel, I think everyone is done with ReyS tbh. Mark joking about his "daughter" in front of Rian and Kathleen tells all. No way would they let an important character "twist" to be joked about like that in front of everyone. Also, no way in hell would Disney allow a repeat of the Luke/Leia fiasco to happen. Incest is a big no-no. If they realized a popular pairing included cousins, they'd shut it down quick in some way. But Reylo hasn't been shut down by anyone....

you’d be surprised. i was at the panel in person in orlando and there were people afterward who thought that them joking about reysky was “hiding the twist in plain sight” :P

Luke Imagine: Panic Over Your Pregnancy

Author: Rhine


He wasn’t ready.

Not when he had a world tour, not when he had another album on the way, not when he was supposed to be recorded and interviewed; stages and bright lights and tour buses and airplanes.

He wasn’t ready to be a father, not when he was at the very peak of his life.

And he knows it.

He knows, this is the mountaintop view; the fans cheering for him, screaming his name and his lyrics, the lights of flashing cameras and the touchdown of airplane runways every single day.

The interviews, the red carpets, the celebrities, the awards, the after parties; the sold-out arenas and the lineup for blocks, his face plastered over merchandise, his name written on billboards and theatres with his friends across the world.

This is his high – the whole world at his fingertips before he’s even in his twenties – this is his high and Luke isn’t ready to fall, not just yet.

Not when it’s just begun.

But this is what it feels like, that’s what is was when you told him those words he wasn’t ready to hear, not for another decade – I’m pregnant.

And he automatically wishes he could clear the words from his head, rewind time so he could run before he had to face the truth, the facts that were splayed out before him.

You were pregnant – with his child – and just like that, everything comes crashing down.

He isn’t ready.

He’s just an eighteen year old boy on the cusp of being a legend for everything he’s accomplished – more than what most will have in a life, on top of the world – and with those simple words, it all crumbles down on him.

No, no, no – Luke isn’t ready to give up the late night parties and alcoholic high, he’s not ready to give up the reckless behaviour of a teen, of a star – he’s still just a boy, for Pete’s sake – and he’s not ready, not mentally, not emotionally, not at all to be a father.

He can’t settle just when everything’s picking up.

Because he’s still young, he’s still foolish, he’s still stupid – and that’s exactly what it was – a foolish, stupid, one-night mistake from a young boy who couldn’t calculate the consequences.

And it’s all too much; the replacement of his whimsical fun for fatherhood responsibility, the flashing lights of cameras on red carpets to loud wails of a child as he dragged himself down the hallway at night.

It’s too much for him to handle.

Just thinking about it leaves a sick feeling in Luke’s stomach, and it’s bad enough that he’s just barely an adult and suddenly forced with the responsibility to be a father, but he’s a teen icon and the very thing that he used to cherish – his face on posters, his name on records, his appearances on TV, his songs on the radio – those very things will turn on him the moment this goes public.

And suddenly it won’t be Luke Hemmings, charming lead singer of rising band – it’ll be nothing but Luke Hemmings, no more summer fun, Luke Hemmings, baby of the band now father to a baby – tabloids and gossip and rumours and oh god, he can barely even imagine the nasty response he’ll get for this.

For his stupid moment of intoxicated lust, for his clumsy ignorance, for his mistake that halted what could’ve been a long career now cut short with fatherhood responsibilities, with a tainted name as that band member who got a girl pregnant at eighteen.

He can see it crashing before his very eyes, everything he’s worked so hard for, everything he’s ever dreamed of.


No, it’ll be worse – it’ll be worse because not only will it be gone, but it’ll be publicized, so he’ll never forget.

So he could never escape, so he’ll always remember what could’ve been if he could’ve been less stupid.

And he’s staring at you with your red-tinted eyes – did he once ever think about you? – and he stutters out the words that are shaken by his fear of the meaning that came with what you told him.

I’m sorry. I – I can’t. I… I’m not ready.

It’s his way of saying he’s out, that you’re on your own.

And you want to scream at him, you want to physically claw at his arms because to hell, you weren’t ready either, and who is he to back out of this mess when he had just as much of a role as you in creating it?

But he walks away and you watch.

And in doing so, Luke saves his career from falling, but he can’t stop the tears that stream down your cheeks.

He had to let something crash, and he chose you.


You didn’t need him anyway.

You were scared and you were alone and god, were you hurt that he chose to blanket his reputation instead of your pain, but you made it, you made it through without him.

It was long and it was painstakingly slow; months upon months with a growing stomach, a growing reminder of what you had living inside of you, of the responsibilities that came with it.

And it reminded you of the person who helped cause this – no, create this – the person who was supposed to be there to give you foot rubs, to ask if you were okay, to hold doors open for you – and it reminded you of how he was gone.

You wake up and your stomach grows and so does your hurt and so does your fear because it’s been nearly six months since you told Luke and you realize you’re still not ready either.

But unlike him, you couldn’t walk away – and you wouldn’t abandon something that was yours, you wouldn’t flee from your responsibilities – no, not like him.

And so you spent your months on this rollercoaster of the happiness in this little life you would call yours and the sadness of thinking of the life you wished you could give.

No matter – you’ll do your best, and that life for your child will be the only life they needed.

You didn’t need him, your child didn’t need him.

You try hard to tell yourself that maybe it was better that Luke walked away.

You accepted the crash that he set you up for, but you can’t stop the tears that keep on falling every night as you lie alone.


You avoided him, but he came back to you.

You turned the radio off when you heard the first chords of their stupid songs – talking about love like he knew what it meant – ha! You think it funny, how Luke writes songs that makes thousands of girls swoon, but oh, if only they knew, if only they knew how fast he’d leave this so-called love for his more tangible fame – you can’t stop laughing.

Your eyes automatically reverted away from all signs of him; band posters and concert announcements and merchandise in stores, out of sight as an attempt for out of mind.

But then a few months after your child is born – a baby is a handful with all the things you had to sacrifice to keep this little bundle of life happy and growing, but there’s nothing you’d change, there’s nothing else you need – and then Luke shows up at your doorstep.

And by this point, you’ve taken this tiny human life and grown to love the little gurgled laugh and messy smiles, you loved and you cared for the moment you first held the small bundle in your arms as you lie propped on the hospital bed, tired and worn but so in love with someone new.

Someone who taught you that sacrifices and pain and hurt and hardship would all be worth it in the end.

And even though the blue eyes that sparkle back up at you always sting, the baby was yours entirely, grown from your hardship and nurtured in your love.

But then he comes along, he comes back into your life with a  knock to your door just before midnight – and you find yourself staring into the blue orbs that were almost identical to your child’s, closed and sleeping in the other room.

“I’m sorry.”

“Go to hell, Luke.”

He’s not sure what he’s expecting, but the sudden acid in your voice, the sudden knives in your eyes throws him off.

You look a little more worn out than when he saw you last; circles underneath your eyes a little more predominant, hair a little messier, hips a little wider – and you’ve changed, you’ve changed.

You’re no longer the girl who silently begged him to stay; you’re the woman who sternly told him to get out.

“I want to see my child.”

Your child? Luke, you don’t have a child. You made sure of that when you chose to walk away.”

“I have a child and I had a part in making that life – and to hell that you’d say I don’t have a part in her that life now.”

Fuck off, Luke. You had a part? You didn’t have a part in those nine months of carrying that child. You didn’t have a part in making sure nothing happened before the due date, you didn’t have a part in the checkups and the ultrasounds and the specialists. You didn’t have a part in the eight-hour hospital birth, you didn’t have a part in choosing the name or going home again. You didn’t have a part in buying things or learning how to be a parent, you didn’t have a part in the crying and the feeding and the diaper changing. You didn’t have a part in jackshit, Luke.”

“I – “

“You’re fucking sorry. But does that make up for nine months of absence? Does that make up for the complete abandonment you put me through for the sake of your oh-so-important and fragile career? Does that make up for the fact that you ran away from your responsibilities and probably screwed ten other girls in the process? Yeah, you’re sorry and that’s all fine and peachy for you to come in and say that when you suffered nothing, but in case you can’t tell, I don’t give a shit about you anymore. Just like how you didn’t give a shit about me.”

He’s silent.

But the words are spilling like lava from your lips, heated anger from all the lonely nights and isolation and judgement; all the things he put you through when he walked away just because he didn’t want to shoulder some responsibility.

“And how dare you barge into my life and claim you have a part in it after you willingly decided that you didn’t want anything to do with me or the baby? How dare you have the nerve to come crawling back, demanding to see a child that you completely abandoned? After everything you’ve done, Luke – after all the shit you put me through – you decide to show up like everything’s fine and dandy, like I’ll run back to you and we’ll be a happy little family after you left me when I needed you to most? You’re absolutely adorable, Luke Robert Hemmings. Precious.

You spit out the words, watching in satisfaction as the guilt seeps into his blue eyes, spreading to his drooped shoulders and shameful posture.

You didn’t want him, you didn’t need him, and this time there was no more pretending, no more trying to convince yourself – you know it for certain now.

“Get the fuck out of my house, Luke. And don’t you ever come back.”

He’s numb from the knives of your words that left wounds in him, and you practically push the broad-shouldered boy out the doorway.

“I hope your success was worth it.”

Your words are almost lost to the wind, but the bitterness it carries goes straight to his heart.

You close the door with a final click of the lock behind you, leaving the tall blonde alone in the silent street.

And for the second time, he leaves.


more imagines here!

You and luke were in bed, making out, you down to just your bra and panties and Luke in just his boxes and his flannel. Tearing your lips away from his, you reached down, fumbling with the top button of his flannel. Already thoughts of Luke burying his head between your thighs and then fucking you into the mattress until you were a writhing mess screaming his name were making it hard to think straight. You were still struggling with the button when Luke pushed your hand away. He then quickly attached his lips to your neck, as if hoping to avoid any questions from you. You pulled away slightly, suddenly feeling uncertain. “Luke, baby, did I do something wrong?” You asked. Luke shook his head. “No, I just..let’s leave it on tonight, baby.” You frowned. Luke loved you in his shirts and him fucking you with one of them on was nothing new, but him leaving his shirt on was something entirely different. You flipped the two of you over, so you were on top now, straddling him. “What’s really going on?”  In response to your question Luke mumbled something incoherent. “What was that?” You asked. When he was silent, you leaned forward and kissed his shoulder. “You know you can tell me anything right baby? I’m your girlfriend and I’m not gonna judge you, no matter what.” You said, moving his hands from where they were resting on your thighs to hold them in yours. “It’s just…I don’t want you to see me shirtless.” Luke said, carefully avoiding your eyes. “I just feel like I’m not all that fit and I’m all lanky and scrawny. And it’s just…I know you probably want some buff, bodybuilder type guy.” he finished, still refusing to meet your eyes. You frowned, knowing you had to choose your next words carefully. Luke didn’t even realize how gorgeous he was, how many girls would jump at the chance to date him, how perfect his hair always looked, how he could turn you on with just a few suggestive glances from his piercing blue eyes and a bit to his lip ring. You felt lucky that he had chosen you among all the models and beautiful fans he could have. “First of all you’re plenty fit. Have you seen your arms?” You moved your hands to squeeze his toned biceps, earning a small smile. “Second, I don’t want some bodybuilder type. Do you know why?” You didn’t give him a chance to reply. “I already think you’re the most perfect guy in the world. There’s no one better for me than you. No one could make me happier, or treat me better, or make me feel better.” With this you gave a little smirk, sliding your hand down to palm him through his boxers, making it clear what you meant. “I don’t care that you’re not super buff I love you the way you are.” You leaned down and kissed his adorable nose. “Honestly I think you’re too good for me. Sweet, incredibly hot, treats his girlfriend like a princess. Sometimes I wonder why you’re with me instead of some gorgeous model or one of the millions of fans who would give anything to date you.” You finally finished. Luke’s expression had completely changed, he was smiling and he was looking up at you with love in his eyes. He sat up so you two were face to face, trapping your lips in a kiss. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and whispered. “Thank you.” He pecked your lips again. “That’s why I’m with you. Aside from the fact that you’re incredibly gorgeous, you always know how to make me feel better when I’m upset.” He said, making you smile. He flipped the two of you over so that he was on top again. “Now what do you say we finish what we started?”

Fever: A Luke Hemmings Fanfic Part 4

As always, if you would like a recap, here is the link to part 3! And enjoy!

It’s been a while since the whole Luke fiasco. In the beginning, it was nearly impossible to make yourself get up every day and do stuff. Eventually though your friends helped you get over it and actually set you up with this great guy who works at the local produce store. His name’s Brad, and you’ve been dating now for a couple months. He’s really an incredible guy. Along with his shaggy brown hair, perfect complexion, bright green eyes and strong hands, he’s really a great guy–sweet, smart, all the right things it seems. But currently, you’re away from all that–in London to be exact, for an internship for uni. You’re only there for a week, so it’s not too long, but you’ve always London, especially for the shopping. Today’s your free day, so you head downtown to go shopping for a bit. You’re on your phone, walking the street, talking with Brad. “I’m glad it’s no more than a week. The bed is getting cold without you in it.” You can practically hear his smile over the phone. “Me too, but I’ll make sure to bring you back something nice. And maybe something for the both of us,” you hint. Your feet have been unconsciously steering you to the lingerie store downtown. “I like the sound of that,” Brad says as you open the door. You’re about to walk in, the consultants on the floor already rushing to greet you, when you hear behind you, “(y/n)!!” Your hand falls, letting the door close and you turn around to see who in London knows you. And that’s when you face to face with the one person you were never interested in seeing again. Luke. Of all people that you’d bump into, it had to be him. “Babe, I’m going to call you back okay?” You quickly whisper into your phone. “Okay, but make sure to try on something sexy!” You both say your “bye”’s and “love you”’s then hang up. You reluctantly look up, into the face that took you so long to forget. “I can’t believe I’m running into you. You’re the last person I expected to see. What are you doing here?” “Just some personal stuff,” you shrug. You’re not mad at Luke anymore, or even hurt, but you still don’t want to be gushing your life details to him. “Oh, personal suuure,” Luke winks, and you’re momentarily confused as to why he’s acting weird…and why he’s being so friendly all of a sudden. After all, the last time you saw him, you literally kicked him out of his apartment. “Yeahhh, okay, well it was good seeing you. I’m going to go now,” you turn awkwardly and walk into the lingerie store. “What are you buying in here?” Luke asks, and he’s on your heels like a puppy, following you into the store. “None of your business,” you state, because it isn’t. “Oh, I see. Some fancy undies to throw onstage at the concert?” “What?” You ask, turning to him. “What concert?” “Our conc–isn’t that what you’re here for?” Luke asks, furrowing his brows in confusion. “No, I’m not. Personal stuff, I told you.” “Oh, well while you’re in town you might as well stop by one. Busy tonight at all?” He continues. “Luke, I’m going to get straight to the point here…why the fuck are you being nice to me all of a sudden? Are you trying to toy with me? Because if so, stop.” “What do you mean? No, I’m not trying to toy with you. I just thought…you were in town because of me. I mean why else would you be here?” “Oh, I dunno, because I have a life!” “Yeah, one that I thought I was still a part of,” Luke says, and you’re stunned. “Why, why would you think you’re still in my life. I thought I made it pretty clear back then that I was done seeing you, that, that you and I were done. The book’s closed. I thought you were okay with that.” “Well, clearly we’re not on the same page then. I mean, (y/n), we always fought like that. That was our thing. I didn’t actually think you hated me!” “Well I did! You crushed me Luke! And need I remind you, you broke up with me. If that doesn’t say closure, I don’t know what does!” “Well, can’t you just forget it all? Start again? I mean, I still love you.” “No–” “And I know you still love me, so don’t give me that bullshit. I know you, (y/n).”  "You used to know me, Luke. I’m trying to tell you I have a boyfriend!“ The ‘b’ word stops Luke in his tracks. "I’m happy now! After all this time, I got over you. Sorry if that wasn’t clear, but it is now.” “You were dating other people?” Luke asks, as if this is some crazy revelation. “Yeah, that’s what people do after they break up.” “Well I wasn’t. I was sleeping around with whoever I wanted because I thought we were still a thing!” “Well you’re free now. We’re not a thing, so go ahead and sleep with whoever you want! I release you from my evil web!” You shout, waving your arms dramatically. You pivot to storm off into another section of the store, but Luke grabs your arm, just like he had that day in the parking lot of Macca’s. “I don’t want to date other people, (y/n)! No girl will ever mean the same to me as you do. I mean, we spent so much of our lives together and you’re just going to throw that away?” “Excuse me? I’m throwing it away?? No I think you effectively did that when you broke up with me. You’re the one who gave up the 'so much of our lives together’. This is you. Not me. I got over it eventually and I’m happy now with Brad.” “Brad?? Seriously?? And you’re really happy with him?” “Yes.” “I don’t believe that for a second.” “Well believe it, because you have no choice.” You turn to leave, when Luke pulls on your arm again, but pulls you along with it. Your body crashes into his, but his arms are there to catch you. His lips give you no chance to protest, because they are on yours. You fight him as he tries to rekindle the flame that has been long burned out. You finally manage to push him away. “Get off of me!” You shout, pushing at him again. “You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that,” Luke says, and you hate how smug he looks. “I can and I will! I have boyfriend. Get that through your moronically thick head! You can’t do that! You’re not going to sweep me off my feet with some kiss.” “But, (y/n), I love you, doesn’t that mean anything to you?” He reaches for your arm again, but you wrench yourself away from his. “It would a couple months ago, but it’s different!!” You shout, your voice filling the whole store now. It must have called attention to one of the employees because she approaches you too, and firmly asks, “Is everything all right here? Is this guy bothering you?” “No,” you reply, glaring at Luke. “But can you make sure he doesn’t follow me out?” You ask the lady. “Of course, miss,” she says, then turns to Luke. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to stay here for a minute. Don’t make me call the authorities.” “Goodbye, Luke,” you say, then turn and leave the store. When you’re on the walkway, you glance through the windows, and get a glimpse of Luke’s face. He definitely sees you looking at him, and the sorrow in his eyes is unbearable, but there’s nothing for you to do but leave. You’re with Brad now, and no matter how sorry Luke says he is, you can’t afford to take his word on it.

Author’s Note xx

Again, hope you guys enjoyed it and that it didn’t disappoint…i just always feel like there’s SO MUCH GODDAMN TALKING


I also take suggestions into consideration for the next part, bc i really want you guys to like it. P.S. shoutout to the anon who helped me with the idea for this part! mwah