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“EW was photographing Andrew Lincoln, Melissa McBride, and Norman Reedus outside the former prison yard from season 3 and 4 of The Walking Dead. Lincoln and Reedus were behind McBride and Lincoln started laughing and was unable to maintain any actor composure in front of photographer Dan Winters’ camera. Lincoln NEVER breaks character and always maintains his American accent, even on a photo shoot. So this giggle fest was so strange to witness. Lincoln yelled for Reedus to stop and Reedus shouted, ‘Why? No one’s gonna see this!’

After a little investigating, we realized Reedus had been trying to hold Lincoln’s hand in the photos behind McBride’s back. Reedus knows how to make a great picture and also likes to give great imagery to his fans, so I asked the trio if we could shoot them from behind, and then I told Melissa McBride to turn her head towards the camera. They all complied, and then Reedus and Lincoln gave us something a little extra—taking their bromance to a whole other level. I love this picture because it just happened organically. Everyone needs a cheeky Norman Reedus.”

– Dalton Ross, Entertainment Weekly

Tattoo artist!Luke had no shame. He didn’t try to keep his flirting quiet whenever a hot girl came into his shop and requested him to do the tattoo they wanted and he wasn’t too shy to offer to do a girls nipple or hood piercings. He also had no care when the other artists made suggestive comments about the girls he’d fucked; usually he just laughed along and shrugged, not even blinking when the same girl he’d had in his backseat was hanging all over Calum.

You started off the same way. You only wanted a simple, innocent piercing and yet Luke still volunteered, his sights already set on you. He’d managed to get your number by the end of it (he’d taken his sweet time setting up and explaining the aftercare process to you) and the two of you were texting instantly. It all felt so natural that he didn’t even realize the amount of effort he was making, inviting you to parties and checking up to make sure you were taking care of your piercing. It all went so easily that it took absolutely no energy to keep the conversation going and there were no alarms going off in his head when the two of you wandered to a little cafe to have brunch after the first night you slept together.

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visiting the hemmings family and all of luke’s little cousins are there, buzzing about the backyard and jumping in and out of the pool, and luke is half immersed in the water, his bare torso placed perfectly between your legs as you sit on the edge of the pool while luke runs his hands slowly and comfortably up and down your bare thighs, the sun hitting his face perfectly for you to admire the sharp curvature of his jawline, decorated in the facial hair he’s been letting grow out recently, the slight swoop of his nose, and the crinkles at the corners of his eyes from squinting in the sunlight, even behind his ray bans, and his cousins keep swimming over to the two of you, begging you to come play with them, even claiming you over luke to be on their team, and later when it’s just the two of you in the calm and quiet of his parents backyard, cuddled together on the hammock in the corner, luke hums a low revelation, a declaration that makes your heart flutter at the thought, “i can’t wait to have babies with you someday”

baby shopping with luke would include:

  • his face lighting up when you walk in the baby store
  • trying out every stroller to make sure it doesn’t collapse in 
  • racing strollers down the aisles
  • ‘babe what’s this?’ ‘that’s a breast pump’ *places display over your boob*
  • ‘should i get a manual pump or electric one?’ ‘i’ll manually pump your boobs if you want’
  • him asking if he can try all of the baby food
  • checking out cribs to see which matches the color scheme he’s picked out
  • ‘let’s do the room in elephants! no giraffes! no sailboats!’
  • ‘luke we’re having a boy, we don’t need pink tutus’
  • spending 40 minutes contemplating on which stuffed animals to buy (all of them)
  • buying every shirt/bib/blanket that says ‘rockstar’
  • also everything that says ‘i get my good looks from my dad’
  • ‘look at these wittle socks!’
  • ‘i can’t wait to have so many babies with you’

you can’t stop yourself from sneaking glimpses of the tall figure down your dorm hall, as he goes back and forth from his room to the car outside, unloading boxes. It must be at least 80 degrees outside, but he’s still wearing black sweatpants and a grey beanie, and it’s like he’s not even sweating- there’s not a single hair out of place on his attractive head. Finally, he looks up and catches you staring from the same spot you’ve been rooted in for the last five minutes, and, turning slightly pink, he rushes over to remove the huge box that’s been slipping out of your hands. “sorry, it’s heavy,” you stutter out, slightly tongue-tied. “yeah,” he says with a laugh, sucking slightly on his lipring, “isn’t your boyfriend going to come give you a hand?” you blink at him, trying to focus, before responding, “I don’t have a boyfriend.” he smirks slightly, his blue eyes sparkling as he adjusts the box in his arms so he can extend a hand out to you. “well, in that case, I’m Luke.”