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glitterguru:

"Heartbreak Girl" - Luke One Shot 


“Luke..?” Her voice was quiet, shaking when she took an uneven breath. 
“Y/N? What’s wrong? What’s happened?” He asked, his own voice cracking with concern as he pressed the phone desperately to his ear. He listened as there was another sharp intake of air coming through the receiving end of the phone. 
“C–can you come pick me up? I’m at the dance, an–and my date never showed…” She let her words trail off, the threat of tears resurfacing. 
“Be there in ten,” he murmured, trying to keep the anger he felt from surfacing to the forefront of his voice, “just stay where you are, ok.” He ended the call, and immediately grabbed his keys and made a quick pit stop to his bedroom before heading to his car. The drive was quiet, the streets calm for late on a Saturday night. A Green Day song played on the radio, flooding the front seat with its familiar tune. Luke’s knuckles were white as he angrily clutched the steering wheel, the normal tapping of his musician fingers stilled while deep in thought. His memory roamed to all the days spent together. He couldn’t pin point when exactly, but he knew know that he was in love with his best friend. Maybe it had happened the first time they went out on a Starbucks run. Her hair had been tossed into a loose bun on top of her head, like she’d thrown it up while rushing to the car to meet him. She was never the most punctual person around, often showing up ten or fifteen minutes later than planned, but somehow that was part of her charm. He could still remember the smile she gave him when she finally walked through the coffee shop doors. Her eyes had sparkled in the light pouring in through the expansive picture windows, a sheer gloss swiped across her smooth lips. The smile she wore was sweet, and apologetic as she crossed the room to where he sat. 
“Sorry, sorry,” she muttered, shaking her head at no one in particular while sliding into the seat across from him, and soon finding that he’d already ordered her favorite drink for her. 
“You’re such a good friend, Luke. How did I ever get so lucky?” She’d asked, taking a generous sip of the cooling latte. Little did either of them realize, the word friend was like a knife to his heart. 
Signaling now to turn at the stoplight, he waited impatiently for the color to change from red to green. Strange as it was, the simple wave of frustration he felt made him think back to one
time the two of them had gone shopping on a Friday afternoon. She’d wanted to buy a new pair of jeans, but asked Luke to tag along to give a second opinion. He’d gladly accepted, following her around as she traipsed from store to store, perusing each rack of clothing with care. He’d sat with her bags while she entered the rows of dressing rooms, waiting patiently outside while she tugged on several pairs of jeans. 
“I don’t know Luke, these fit kinda funny,” she groaned from behind the thin wooden door. He shook his head, fully aware of how self critical she could be.
“Can I see?” He asked politely, shifting on the hard wooden bench while he waited for her reply. After a few moments of strained silence, the door swung open and she slowly shuffled out. Stopping in front of him, she twisted her hips, craning her neck to look at her own butt in the full length mirrors hung on the wall. Luke tried not to stare too blatantly at his best friends ass, but such a task was nearly impossible when the stretchy jean material flawlessly hugged each and every curve she possessed. He tore his eyes away quickly when she finally spoke up. 
“I don’t know,” she repeated her earlier sentiment, slapping her hands down frustratedly against her clothed thighs, “they just seem, off to me.” He watched as she frowned at her reflection, eyebrows stitched together in a harsh line. 
“Can I– could I just say one thing?” He asked hesitantly, pulling his lip ring between his teeth. Turning her attention on him, she raised her eyebrows as if to say, “go on.” 
“I think,” he began slowly, tiptoeing around his words, “truthfully, they make your ass look amazing.” Her cheeks grew pink, flush creeping onto her porcelain skin, but she gave him her signature shy smile. The one she reserved for any instance someone paid her a compliment. 
“Maybe they’re not so bad,” she shrugged after taking another long, concentrated look in the mirror.
He pulled onto the street that housed the local high school, the sight of the building bringing back a whole slew of bitter sweet memories. His mind immediately raced to the thought of her sitting alone outside of the dingy old gymnasium, her fancy party dress matted beneath her body as she anxiously waited for him to show up. 
Pulling his semi-dirty car into an empty parking space, he rummaged in the back seat for the white button down, and black tie he’d grabbed on the way out of the house. Shoving each of his arms into the sleeves, he haphazardly began knotting the tie around his neck, covering the faded band t-shirt he wore. His mind was so flooded with thoughts, each one bringing him back to the tears he could hear clogging his friend’s voice when she’d called him tonight. He’d seen her cry on far too many occasions, each occurrence seemingly more painful to witness than the last. One night in particular stood out in his mind.
She’d been home alone for the weekend, her family gone out of town for a few days. Luke knew she’d be spending the alone time with her boyfriend, and as much as he hated to admit it, he’d been jealous. Jealous of the guy who got to kiss her baby pink lips, and hold her silky smooth hand between his own. He was jealous of another guy cuddling close to his best friend while watching some pointless comedy movie, and eating too much popcorn. Then unexpectedly, late that Saturday night his phone rang, her name, and contact photo lighting up the glossy screen of his iPhone. 
“Y/N?” He chirped, a nervousness settling into the pit of his stomach. 
“Can you come over?” she managed meekly, trying, and failing to hide the tears seeping into her every word. She didn’t have to say much else, he knew why the tears were there. He knew why she was calling. So, Luke showed up not a half hour later, a stack of CDs under one arm, and a pint of rocky road ice cream in the other. He sat with her all night, her tears soaking into his favorite band tee, the music playing softly while they lay curled up on her small double bed. 
“Y/N… What happened?” He’d finally asked the question he feared he already knew the answer to. 
“He broke up with me. I wouldn’t have have sex with him so, he broke up with me,” she whispered, voice catching on a fresh set of tears. He tipped her chin up, looking directly into the beautiful irises he so adored. Just like all the other times he watched as she cried, he spoke gently. 
“I know it hurts now, and I’m so sorry that it does, and I’m sorry that I can’t take the hurt away, but this pain won’t last forever. But while it’s here, so am I,” he murmured honestly while quickly pulling her into a tight hug. 
“Thank you, Luke,” she muttered, pulling her head from where it rested against his chest, “you’re an amazing friend.” A tight lipped smile graced her face, still showing signs of hurt, but also holding a glimpse of gratefulness. 
He stopped walking now, his worried gaze landing upon the girl he’d come to love. From across the spacious room, he watched as she sat with her hands in her lap, absentmindedly twisting the silky fabric of her dress between her freshly painted fingernails. Her head was hung low as she tried her best to go unnoticed by the rest of the party-goers. He took a step further, entering the darkened room. The music was loud, dozens of faces swimming before his eyes but all he saw was her. She carefully scanned the room, eyes widening the minute she saw Luke standing in the doorway. That smile he cherished briefly greeting her lips. Shuffling along the scuffed linoleum, they soon met one another in the middle of the room. 
“What are you doing?” She asked, surprise coating her sweet voice as she gestured to his new attire.
“No friend of mine will be stood up at the homecoming dance,” he hummed, smirking with that playful twinkle reaching his bright blue eyes. All she could manage was a small giggle, and a stunned shake of her head as he extended his hand out to her. 
“So…” he sang, raising an eyebrow in her direction, “can I have this dance?” The music shifted, a slow song filling the crowded room, and without missing a beat Luke drew her body close to his. Hand placed protectively to the small of her back he guided their bodies in movement to the sweet melodies. 
Forehead resting against hers, he whispered softly in her ear, “I could be your cure, heartbreak girl.” She pulled back a fraction of an inch, staring deep into his eyes, searching for some hint of humor. Instead, all she found was, love. Her lips slowly pulled up at the corners, this time reaching her eyes while realization washed over her. 
That’s when he decided, she was a girl of a dozen smiles. The one she gave him now, by far his favorite as it caused his heart to go light, and finally, her lips found his.

glitterguru:

"Heartbreak Girl" - Luke One Shot


“Luke..?” Her voice was quiet, shaking when she took an uneven breath.
“Y/N? What’s wrong? What’s happened?” He asked, his own voice cracking with concern as he pressed the phone desperately to his ear. He listened as there was another sharp intake of air coming through the receiving end of the phone.
“C–can you come pick me up? I’m at the dance, an–and my date never showed…” She let her words trail off, the threat of tears resurfacing.
“Be there in ten,” he murmured, trying to keep the anger he felt from surfacing to the forefront of his voice, “just stay where you are, ok.” He ended the call, and immediately grabbed his keys and made a quick pit stop to his bedroom before heading to his car. The drive was quiet, the streets calm for late on a Saturday night. A Green Day song played on the radio, flooding the front seat with its familiar tune. Luke’s knuckles were white as he angrily clutched the steering wheel, the normal tapping of his musician fingers stilled while deep in thought. His memory roamed to all the days spent together. He couldn’t pin point when exactly, but he knew know that he was in love with his best friend. Maybe it had happened the first time they went out on a Starbucks run. Her hair had been tossed into a loose bun on top of her head, like she’d thrown it up while rushing to the car to meet him. She was never the most punctual person around, often showing up ten or fifteen minutes later than planned, but somehow that was part of her charm. He could still remember the smile she gave him when she finally walked through the coffee shop doors. Her eyes had sparkled in the light pouring in through the expansive picture windows, a sheer gloss swiped across her smooth lips. The smile she wore was sweet, and apologetic as she crossed the room to where he sat.
“Sorry, sorry,” she muttered, shaking her head at no one in particular while sliding into the seat across from him, and soon finding that he’d already ordered her favorite drink for her.
“You’re such a good friend, Luke. How did I ever get so lucky?” She’d asked, taking a generous sip of the cooling latte. Little did either of them realize, the word friend was like a knife to his heart.
Signaling now to turn at the stoplight, he waited impatiently for the color to change from red to green. Strange as it was, the simple wave of frustration he felt made him think back to one
time the two of them had gone shopping on a Friday afternoon. She’d wanted to buy a new pair of jeans, but asked Luke to tag along to give a second opinion. He’d gladly accepted, following her around as she traipsed from store to store, perusing each rack of clothing with care. He’d sat with her bags while she entered the rows of dressing rooms, waiting patiently outside while she tugged on several pairs of jeans.
“I don’t know Luke, these fit kinda funny,” she groaned from behind the thin wooden door. He shook his head, fully aware of how self critical she could be.
“Can I see?” He asked politely, shifting on the hard wooden bench while he waited for her reply. After a few moments of strained silence, the door swung open and she slowly shuffled out. Stopping in front of him, she twisted her hips, craning her neck to look at her own butt in the full length mirrors hung on the wall. Luke tried not to stare too blatantly at his best friends ass, but such a task was nearly impossible when the stretchy jean material flawlessly hugged each and every curve she possessed. He tore his eyes away quickly when she finally spoke up.
“I don’t know,” she repeated her earlier sentiment, slapping her hands down frustratedly against her clothed thighs, “they just seem, off to me.” He watched as she frowned at her reflection, eyebrows stitched together in a harsh line.
“Can I– could I just say one thing?” He asked hesitantly, pulling his lip ring between his teeth. Turning her attention on him, she raised her eyebrows as if to say, “go on.”
“I think,” he began slowly, tiptoeing around his words, “truthfully, they make your ass look amazing.” Her cheeks grew pink, flush creeping onto her porcelain skin, but she gave him her signature shy smile. The one she reserved for any instance someone paid her a compliment.
“Maybe they’re not so bad,” she shrugged after taking another long, concentrated look in the mirror.
He pulled onto the street that housed the local high school, the sight of the building bringing back a whole slew of bitter sweet memories. His mind immediately raced to the thought of her sitting alone outside of the dingy old gymnasium, her fancy party dress matted beneath her body as she anxiously waited for him to show up.
Pulling his semi-dirty car into an empty parking space, he rummaged in the back seat for the white button down, and black tie he’d grabbed on the way out of the house. Shoving each of his arms into the sleeves, he haphazardly began knotting the tie around his neck, covering the faded band t-shirt he wore. His mind was so flooded with thoughts, each one bringing him back to the tears he could hear clogging his friend’s voice when she’d called him tonight. He’d seen her cry on far too many occasions, each occurrence seemingly more painful to witness than the last. One night in particular stood out in his mind.
She’d been home alone for the weekend, her family gone out of town for a few days. Luke knew she’d be spending the alone time with her boyfriend, and as much as he hated to admit it, he’d been jealous. Jealous of the guy who got to kiss her baby pink lips, and hold her silky smooth hand between his own. He was jealous of another guy cuddling close to his best friend while watching some pointless comedy movie, and eating too much popcorn. Then unexpectedly, late that Saturday night his phone rang, her name, and contact photo lighting up the glossy screen of his iPhone.
“Y/N?” He chirped, a nervousness settling into the pit of his stomach.
“Can you come over?” she managed meekly, trying, and failing to hide the tears seeping into her every word. She didn’t have to say much else, he knew why the tears were there. He knew why she was calling. So, Luke showed up not a half hour later, a stack of CDs under one arm, and a pint of rocky road ice cream in the other. He sat with her all night, her tears soaking into his favorite band tee, the music playing softly while they lay curled up on her small double bed.
“Y/N… What happened?” He’d finally asked the question he feared he already knew the answer to.
“He broke up with me. I wouldn’t have have sex with him so, he broke up with me,” she whispered, voice catching on a fresh set of tears. He tipped her chin up, looking directly into the beautiful irises he so adored. Just like all the other times he watched as she cried, he spoke gently.
“I know it hurts now, and I’m so sorry that it does, and I’m sorry that I can’t take the hurt away, but this pain won’t last forever. But while it’s here, so am I,” he murmured honestly while quickly pulling her into a tight hug.
“Thank you, Luke,” she muttered, pulling her head from where it rested against his chest, “you’re an amazing friend.” A tight lipped smile graced her face, still showing signs of hurt, but also holding a glimpse of gratefulness.
He stopped walking now, his worried gaze landing upon the girl he’d come to love. From across the spacious room, he watched as she sat with her hands in her lap, absentmindedly twisting the silky fabric of her dress between her freshly painted fingernails. Her head was hung low as she tried her best to go unnoticed by the rest of the party-goers. He took a step further, entering the darkened room. The music was loud, dozens of faces swimming before his eyes but all he saw was her. She carefully scanned the room, eyes widening the minute she saw Luke standing in the doorway. That smile he cherished briefly greeting her lips. Shuffling along the scuffed linoleum, they soon met one another in the middle of the room.
“What are you doing?” She asked, surprise coating her sweet voice as she gestured to his new attire.
“No friend of mine will be stood up at the homecoming dance,” he hummed, smirking with that playful twinkle reaching his bright blue eyes. All she could manage was a small giggle, and a stunned shake of her head as he extended his hand out to her.
“So…” he sang, raising an eyebrow in her direction, “can I have this dance?” The music shifted, a slow song filling the crowded room, and without missing a beat Luke drew her body close to his. Hand placed protectively to the small of her back he guided their bodies in movement to the sweet melodies.
Forehead resting against hers, he whispered softly in her ear, “I could be your cure, heartbreak girl.” She pulled back a fraction of an inch, staring deep into his eyes, searching for some hint of humor. Instead, all she found was, love. Her lips slowly pulled up at the corners, this time reaching her eyes while realization washed over her.
That’s when he decided, she was a girl of a dozen smiles. The one she gave him now, by far his favorite as it caused his heart to go light, and finally, her lips found his.

boopymichael:

LISTEN HERE BUDDY ,.. THIS IS SO WRONG. ON SO MANY LEVELs . LoOK at u with ur lil blanket wrapped around U like a lil cozy burrito n ur lil beanie n ur long ass fingers lookin all adorable n shit FUCK YOU

boopymichael:

LISTEN HERE BUDDY ,.. THIS IS SO WRONG. ON SO MANY LEVELs . LoOK at u with ur lil blanket wrapped around U like a lil cozy burrito n ur lil beanie n ur long ass fingers lookin all adorable n shit FUCK YOU

dipdyeddirecti0n:

"When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?"

dipdyeddirecti0n:

"When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?"

hymnx:

it’s been a year but this gif still makes me piss my pants eVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE IT

hymnx:

it’s been a year but this gif still makes me piss my pants eVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE IT

5secondsofinsomniacs:

Every single person that reblogs this will get an embarrassing photo of a band member in their ask. Every. Single. One. 

fknchill:

hemmingluke:

how messy can a boy be

I don’t know but I want to find out

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applevevo:

listening to a sad song that has a nice beat

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tinychatter:

tinychatter:

what do you call a sunburnt penis

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