[oneshot] After a chaotic 5 Seconds of Summer concert in Manchester spirals into dead microphones, broken in-ears and backstage threats of violence, production manager Mikayla Hayes is left furious, exhausted, and one bad decision away from completely crossing her own boundaries. Sharp-tongued, terrifyingly good at her job and determined to never become a musician's backstage cliché, Mikayla wants nothing to do with Luke Hemmings, especially not after the way he spent the entire night looking at her like he wanted to either fight her or ruin her. Unfortunately, the feeling seems mutual. What starts as angry backstage banter turns into cigarettes on hotel balconies, one too many glasses of wine after midnight, silk lace, nasty flirting and the kind of chemistry that feels more dangerous than romantic. Because sometimes hate and desire sound exactly the same over a late-night phone call.

❝Keep your eyes on me, or you'll miss the show.❞ ❝Trust me, there's nowhere else I'd rather be looking.❞ ❁ In which a fading star must learn to shine again, on her own terms, even as the shadows of her past threaten to dim the light she's only just begun to reclaim.

"If you wanted me, babygirl, all you had to do was ask." {smut warning} {lophie} ©loudluke

"do i seriously have to walk to the mailbox shirtless every morning just to get your attention?" {lophie} {warning; slight smut, sexual content, you get it} ©loudluke

"the way i love you is so different to the way that you love me." {warning; contains smut, sexual content, and a whole lot of innocence} ©loudluke

"Welcome to the kink club. We have whips, handcuffs, chokers and belts. That's Luke, he has the daddy kink. I think he likes you, he's been staring at you all evening." {lophie} {lol there's smut in this hi} ©loudluke

"And after all the fucking matches, broken bones, ripped punching bags and crowds yelling at me to get up... who the fuck knew that my hardest fight would be you?" • [Contains smut] ©loudluke