it's been in my drafts for a while omg

luke would love being the little spoon any time but especially in his bunk on the tour bus; your cheek pressed warm against his back, fingers tracing over the freckles decorating his shoulders, playing connect the dots and writing words between the spaces and there’s not much room to move anyway but he’d wriggle over until he’s on his stomach and you’re half on top of him, half pressed against the wall, and he’d reach over until his hand envelopes yours, bringing your arm tight around him so he can press his lips to your palm and let out a little content hum while you snake your other arm across his chest and your lips drop a few kisses to the side of his neck and the middle of his shoulder blades and he mumbles out a sleepy, ‘baby’ before you whisper goodnight and settle your head back against him and he’d really like being the little spoon there in that cramped bunk because having your arms wrapped around him felt more like home than anything else


a remake of this post, my trash celebration-for-finally-finishing-days post.

even tho this one is still trash tbh r.i.p