noticed by 5sos

When We Collide (Part 6)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

Twenty-something tequila shots, four different kinds of drinks and a bottle of champagne later you would have believed you weren’t able to feel anything. The banging sensation behind you was loud as Luke had smacked your back against the door but you barely felt a single feeling.

His finger was almost furiously tapping against the ring bell to his front door, desperately waiting for Patrick to open up because he hadn’t had time to inform about your arrivals, his lips nippling onto your bruises ones.

Safe to say, Luke was right about his sayings when he said that first kiss wouldn’t be the last of tonight.

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“I was running back to you”

this song always makes me cry; i love it so much

(use headphones)

I think one of the most interesting things my dad has ever said to me about music is that ‘you don’t have to be a great singer to be a great artists, as long as you can make people feel something.’ it’s easy for people to hate on an artist because their voice is not conventionally pleasing to the ear but they forget to look into the music and realize that the message the artists is sending is far more important than how well they are hitting the high note.

can we just stop

Guys. I’m so sick of this. I’m so entirely sick of this.

What’s the point of a fandom if we’re going to try and control the lives of the people we’re fans of? 
I started thinking about this way back when 5sos changed their band logo. Everyone was hysterical, as if 5sos was their band, and some even ended up leaving the fandom. Dan changed his username from danisnotonfire to Daniel Howell and he received death threats and chaos, and people claiming “change gives them anxiety”. Harry Styles is receiving hate for making songs about sex. Sex. As if he’s not 23. As if he has no right to sleep with anyone. As if his life is our choice.

Then you go and ask yourself, how come we never get noticed? How come they don’t keep their Twitter messages open for anyone? How come we’re treated like we don’t deserve the attention?

You ask yourself these questions, puzzled as if the answer isn’t in the palm of your hand, as if it’s not simple.

Face the fucking truth. You are alive. Your whole “I don’t have a life” is a lie you’re telling yourself and you need to cut that shit out. You are alive. You have a life. You have a path, whether you believe it’s laid out before you or you have to build it yourself. You have a path. You have a timeline, and so do your idols.

Stop wasting the time from your timeline trying to get attention from someone else’s. Because guess what? While you’re doing that you won’t notice that guy/girl in class looking at you saying “He/she’s the best beautiful person I know.”. You won’t notice how the sky gets lighter in the day than it does at night. You won’t notice how someone actually loves you. You won’t notice how you are fucking alive, and so is Michael Clifford, and so is Daniel Howell, and so is Harry Styles, and while they are loving their life, you are sitting in your seat, on your couch, maybe even on your toilet, trying to shape their life and make it the way you want, when in reality you have the ability to do that with yourself.

You just don’t realize it.

I would say “get a life” but guess what? You already have one. Fuck off of theirs and be that nice member of a fandom. That’s how you get noticed.

Hemmings & a bottle of rum

MASTERLIST

Part 2

Luke hemmings smut 

Request- Hi can you do a luke smut request where ur the band song writer and one day you and luke get tipsy and they end up having it in Luke’s hotel room (Hope you like it)

Word count- 2,200+

You scrunched your eyebrows, utterly frustrated and scratched out the few lyrics you had written on the piece of paper for what felt like the thousandth time. You preferred to write from experience and emotion, but right now you felt as if you were blocked. You stood up from your chair, crumpling the paper and threw it, along with the pen across the room. You groaned loudly and in that little fit of yours you almost didn’t notice the 5sos boys along with John Feldman and Alex Gaskarth walk into the room.

“When you said you like to work alone, I didn’t know it included this” Michael laughed out causing everyone else to snicker and laugh as well. Your eyes immediately darted to Luke’s icy blue ones to see what he felt about your little tantrum. Thankfully, he wasn’t laughing but you could see the amusement in his eyes. You blushed a deep shade of red and just looked down at your feet in embarrassment.

“Have you got anything yet?” Ashton voiced what everyone was thinking. “Yeah” you muttered quietly and signalled with your eyes that it was the same piece of paper you threw across the room. Luke was quick to react and practically jogged to the paper before you could protest. “Hey, it’s a work in progress” you said softly, worried about his opinions on your first draft.

Luke’s eyes moved back and forth across the paper, reading the few scribbled lines intently. His eyes widened the slightest and you walked to him and snatched the paper out of his hand. “I know it’s not good, but I’ll get there” you said exasperated and at the same time Luke was shaking his head ready to contradict what you had just said. You held your hand up in front of his face saying, “Save it”

You walked out of the studio and went to sit on the couch in the corridor. “Was it that bad?” John questioned in disbelief because he never ever doubted your talent. “Quite the opposite really” Luke said in a raspy voice and the image of him running his hands through his blonde locks flashed in your mind.

You walked back in, deciding you were being too immature and sat on one of the chairs. All of you decided to work on some sounds instead of lyrics as none of them wanted to get on your bad side. Seeing Alex sitting and brainstorming with Luke already you headed over to Ashton who was ready at his drums. He played a few simple beats and the both of you started working together in incorporating new ones.

Little did you know Luke was shooting daggers at his fellow bandmate in jealousy as he could see you getting closer and closer to him. The vein in his forehead was almost popping and in sudden force one of the strings of his guitar broke causing everyone, including you to look up at him. Your eyes locked with his and his features softened visibly.

Sensing the tense atmosphere increasingly today, Calum suggested that we meet tomorrow and continue then. You headed back to the hotel and time passed as you went to the bar with the boys. Luke was missing today though so you passed having a drink, missing your drinking buddy.

Throughout the night there was no appearance of Luke and that caused your curiosity to sky rocket. When it was getting late everyone decided to head back to their rooms while you went to Luke’s. Before you knew it, your hand was raised ready to knock at the door of the blonde boy’s room. You took a deep calming breath and knocked loudly. After hearing feet shuffle at the other side of the door, it opened revealing Luke in a pair of loose sweat pants and a muscle tee.

You took a step inside without waiting for his invitation and saw his room in a mess. You laughed to yourself and turned to look at the boy who was scratching the back of his head. “I didn’t want house keeping in here, touching all my things” Luke answered the question that was at the tip of your tongue. You saw his guitar lying on the king sized bed and commented, “I guess I’m not the only one who likes to work alone”

He walked over to the bed and sat down, placing his guitar on his lap. “I was actually trying some chords to match with the lyrics you wrote today” before you could protest, he continued “they were pretty amazing, Y/N” you shook your head in denial and sat on the chair in front of his bed. “Can I hear it?” you questioned and he instantly nodded.

He started strumming the guitar and sung out the lyrics from today afternoon. You were taken aback by the fact he had added some more of his own lines and how raw and emotional it sounded. “Woah, it does sound pretty good” you said shyly.

Wanting to eliminate the awkwardness in the room you changed the topic. “I missed my drinking buddy today” you said while sighing and walked up to the mini bar in the room. You bent down and pulled out the bottle of old monk. “You know they totally rip you off Y/N. Plus I really don’t like rum” Luke said making a face of disgust. “That’s what you get for ditching me today” you said, sticking out your tongue childishly. You opened the dark liquor bottle and poured a substantial quantity into two separate glasses. You picked up one and handed it to Luke who smelled it and made a gagging noise. Laughing at his silliness, you picked up the packet of cadbury twirls lying on the table. “We can use these as chasers” Luke seemed to love that idea and gulped down the dark liquid, immediately regretting it but opening the wrapper of the chocolate and eating it, just as quickly.

“You’re such a child” you giggled, sipping it first and then taking it like a shot. When you felt your throat burn you knew that this was a bad idea.

An empty bottle of rum and 30 cadbury twirls later, you were lying on the bed whilst Luke was bouncing on it like it was a trampoline. “Luuuuukeee, stop” you moaned and you could feel your head spin. He was on a sugar rush and you were annoyed. After exhausting himself completely, Luke sat down on the bed with his legs crossed staring at you with scrunched eyes. “What the hell are you doing Hemmings?” you asked amused and sat up in front of him.

“I’m just thinking” he said, sighing dramatically. “Bout what?” He grinned and said, “You.”

With the sudden change of mood you said, “What you did today was really amazing, with the song and all.” He shook his head and just looked at you blankly. “They were your lyrics, Y/N. I mean you are pretty amazing” he said, his cheeks held a slight tinge of pink now. “Y/N……” He stretched out like a little kid. “Yes, Luuuuu” you said while giggling. “You’re so cute, I could eat you up” he said. His bright smile slowly transitioned into a smirk and then into an evil tight lipped smile. You looked at him skeptically and the next thing you knew Luke was tickling your sides. You were screeching and laughing at the same time. Your back was on the soft mattress and he was relentless with his tickle-torture.

“Stop Lu, please!” you cried out and he slowed down a bit before stopping. You tucked your bottom lip beneath your teeth and looked into his ocean blue eyes. The ones you were drowning in and the ones you didn’t want to be saved from. You saw his eyes flicker from your own to your pink lips. You were panting in anticipation and he lowered his head ever so slightly.

Lifting your head up from the mattress, his lips were on yours and without wasting any more time his tongue was in your mouth. Although it felt magical, you both were really drunk and it was sloppy to say the least. His hands roamed your body before settling at your t-shirt and yanking it off, not a moment later. He dropped his head down to your neck and started nipping and sucking at the skin there. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he pushed his hips down grinding into you. He rotated his hips and created as much friction as he could, causing you to let out a moan.

Having never really done this with clothes on, you were soaking with the new set of sensations. He kissed you once again with force and you loved the aggression radiating off of him. You tugged at his muscle tee and in a second it was discarded, somewhere on the floor. You flipped over so that he was on the bottom and you were excited to be in control. Lowering your head down, you started sucking on the flesh just above his collarbones, causing him to let out an involuntary moan.

Luke snaked his hand around your back and un-clasped your bra, adding to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. His hands grasped both your breasts and roughly massaged them. “I fucking love these” he breathed out and began pinching and twisting your nipples. You sat up with your legs on either side of his waist and continued grinding on him, whilst he was playing with your tits.

“You’re such a fucking tease, Y/N”
“Then why don’t you do something about it?” you pushed further.

This seemed to ignite a fire in Luke as in a span of ten seconds your jeans and panties were gone. He grabbed your thighs roughly and kneaded them and you knew there would be bruises there tomorrow. “Sit on my face” he commanded and you didn’t need to be told twice. Your dripping core was above his face and he licked his lips before locking his arms around your thighs and pulling you down so your centre was on his mouth.

He licked a stripe and you shuddered in pleasure. His tongue thrusted in your entrance repeatedly. “Fuck! Luke” you yelled out and this egged him on as he started nibbling softly on your clit and rolling it around like a cherry in his mouth. He then stuck his tongue out so it was flat and moved your hips, effectively causing you to grind on his face. “I’m so close” you said in between moans and he sped up his actions causing you to come undone on his face.

You moved downwards so you were back to you original position, just above his dick. He flipped you over and slammed you down on the bed. “Face down, ass up baby” you whined at the nick name and complied. Your face was against the mattress and your once tied hair was now a complete mess. He took himself in his hands and rubbed it around your core, spreading the juices. “Fuck me, Luke” you whimpered and he pushed himself slowly into you. He closed his eyes at the heavenly feeling of your walls clenched, tight and warm, around him. He placed his hands softly on your waist and you were a bit shocked that he had suddenly become gentle but that didn’t last long as his grip tighten and he pounded into you. With each thrust your body moved forward and backward, in a rhythm.

Luke pulled you upwards and you let out a low mewl. One of his hands went to your breast, playing with them again while the other stayed on your waist. He moved his face minutely so that his lips were near your ear and he nibbled on your ear lobe. “You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you Y/N? Letting me have my way with you” The pleasure increased with this and you replied. “Harder. Fuck me harder” you screamed out, your darkest fantasy coming to life.

He nearly growled and moved his hips faster. You almost lost balance but wrapped one arm around the back of his neck. Your head fell back on his shoulder and you let out a little moan with each thrust. “I’m so close, baby girl” you nodded and he knew you were almost there. “Come for me Y/N” he said, almost yelling. You whined out his name and he let himself go to causing your highs to occur at the same time. Your vision blanked and you allowed yourself to crash down on the bed with Luke falling on top of you.

Heavy breathing was the only thing heard in the room as Luke reached down and pulled up a thin sheet to cover the both of you. Your eyes began to flutter shut as Luke left a soft kiss on your lips and you fell into a deep sleep, too intoxicated by Hemmings and a bottle of rum to utter a word.

Originally posted by queenlukes

Fuck it (Roommate!Luke smut)

requested: nope

word count: 4.8k 

summary: Your roommate, Luke, finally speaks out about his feelings for you, and on thing leads to another

rated: nsfw (its basically just a lot of smut)

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“Are you going out tonight?” You heard the voice of your roommate call out from the other side of the bathroom door. “Yep,” You answered, swinging the door open as you were done with your makeup. He had been right at the door, so you took a little jump back when you took a step forward.

“Sorry,” Luke, your roommate, smiled when he saw your shocked expression. “It’s fine,” You laughed, walking past him out of the washroom. “My friend set me up with this guy she met, I dunno.” You shrugged, grabbing your purse and making sure you had what you needed inside of it. “Honestly, she does this a lot and I don’t really want to go, but,” You shrugged again.

“Oh,” The soft muttered emitting from your roommates lips was barely heard. After making sure you had everything you needed, you turned around. “I’m going now,” You smiled, swinging your purse over your shoulder. “I’ll see you later.”

There was no other sound heard from Luke, until you were almost out the door. “Y/N, wait.” He spoke. Turning around, thinking that you had forgotten something, you watched him waiting for him to speak up again. “You shouldn’t have to go, if you don’t want to.”

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“I pierced my lips so she thinks I’m cool, I ripped my jeans and dropped out of school” Me: someone took their lyrics a little too serious hmmmmmm? Something to explain Luke?

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just us two - luke hemmings (part 2)

Luke knew that parenthood was never going to be easy when his girlfriend left him standing in the delivery ward with their baby clasped in his hands. his 5 year old daughter striking up a feud with the son of a coldly beautiful single mum was not a complication he had anticipated though. nor was falling in love with her. 

part one


You can’t be late. You can’t be late. You can’t be late. The three words repeated over and over in Luke’s head like a mantra. He was driving to watch Luna perform in the school orchestra and he had exactly 6 minutes and 21 seconds to get there.

‘Shit!’ he swore, resting his head on the wheel as he came to a stop at yet another red light. There were a lot of benefits to being a freelance photographer but clear set working hours was not one of them. And when the bride you were meant to be photographing had a breakdown on her big day because she had a fight with her maid of honour, you couldn’t really tell her to pull herself together because you needed to go and watch your daughter play the recorder. Or was it the violin?

'Shit.’ Luke groaned again. 'I’m a terrible dad.’ he said to himself, noting he now had 5 minutes and 43 seconds to get to school. Luckily the light changed green and he was on his way again. He didn’t even bother with trying to find a space this time, driving past the full parking lot and leaving his car on the edge of the playing field instead.

'Mr Hemmings! Mr Hemmings you can’t park there!’ he heard a voice call out behind him.

'Sorry, I have a concert to get to!’ he called back to the unfortunate parking attendant as he jogged towards the doors. The sound of instruments being inexpertly tuned filled his ears as he found his way to the auditorium, taking one of only two seats left in the back row.

'Thank you all very much for coming today to the annual Rydell Elementary School concert.’ Headmistress Turner addressed the assembled parents. 'First we have Mr Ellis’ kindergarten class performing 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.’

Luke settled back in his seat with a sigh of relief as he waited for Luna’s class to come on stage, applauding with maybe a little bit more enthusiasm than necessary when the kindergarteners finished their out of tune rendition.

'Wasn’t that lovely?’ Mrs Turner beamed with only a slight wince in her voice. 'Now we have Miss Adams first grade class performing Amazing Grace.’

Luckily Luke was able to see above the heads of the other parents to watch Luna walk on stage with her violin clasped in her hands. He watched her scan the room in search of him and then her face light up with delight when she noticed him waving at her. She waved back, turning to stick her tongue out at the boy behind her. The boy Luke suddenly realised, was Sampson. Luke then watched in horror as the boy shoved Luna, causing her to trip backwards and knock down the girl walking in front of her.

'Ow!’ the girl wailed, kicking out at Luna who also fell to the floor.

'Children!’ Miss Adams called as Luna sprang back up to hit Sampson with her violin. 'Children please!’ she called again as all around her tiny bodies were pushed into chairs or fell down onto violins and the room filled with the sound of crying.

'Holy fuck.’ Luke heard behind him, looking round to see Y/N standing in the doorway with a hand clasped to her mouth.

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