daddy!luke makes me feel so many emotions like he’d be soooo adorable with kids so i just had to write this i hope you enjoy x
Though Luke would disagree, I swear I’m the lucky one. I’ve had my fair share of awful exes, including Jessie, the father of my daughter Ali. After the first few months, he never really treated me right, but when I told him I was pregnant he couldn’t handle it. He threw away the two years we shared, all because he “wasn’t ready to be a dad”. So I had to raise Ali on my own. But a year later, I went on a blind date with Luke because my friend Lindsay and her boyfriend Michael said Luke and I would hit it off as soon as we met. And going on a date with a complete stranger ended up being the best decision I’ve ever made. He was super sweet, we got along really well, and best of all he loved the fact that I had Ali, because he really wanted kids of his own.
Fast forward about four years, we were now as close as ever. Ali loves Luke and even though she still has visitation with her actual dad, she has called Luke Dad since she was two. And still to this day, every time she calls him that he gets the biggest grin on his face. And he can’t wait until our three-month-old Mason can talk so he can call him Dad too. Luke knows how to give Ali enough attention so that she’s not jealous of her brother, and when I’m breastfeeding or Mason and I need some rest, he’s quick to suggest Ali play dress up or tea party with him. He even wears a tiara and tutu because when they play, he’s Princess Luke and she’s Queen Ali. He tried to call her Princess Ali once and she sassily corrected him. They spend a lot of time together, so you could definitely say she’s a Daddy’s girl.
We were sat on the couch, Ali in between Luke and I and Mason starting to dose off on my chest as I patted his back. We were watching Bubble Guppies because Ali adores that show, and the episode that was on was one we had seen at least a hundred times. Luke and Ali would sing along to the songs when they came on, which was honestly too cute. Though he won’t ever admit it, I know he likes the show almost as much as she does. I looked down and Mason and saw that he had finally fallen asleep, so I gently got up from the couch, careful not to wake him.
“I’m going to go lay him down,” I told Luke. He nodded, too engrossed by the tv to give me a proper reply. I shook my head.
Shortly after laying Mason down and going back to the living room the show had ended.
“Ooh, Daddy can we go play on the swings? You said we could later and I think it’s later now.” Ali asked.
Luke pretended to check his watch. “Hmm, actually we have about ten more minutes until later.”
“But Daaaddy, I wanna go nowww.” Ali whined, holding Luke’s wrist and trying to pull him up off the couch.
“Now Ali, you know whining’s not allowed.” He lightly scolded.
Ali sighed, “Can we please go swing now?” She gave him puppy dog eyes, which always worked on him and she knew that well.
“Okay, we’ll go swing.” He smiled.
“Yay!” Ali said, running towards the back door and pulling Luke behind her.
I got up to get a drink, when my phone started ringing. I looked at the screen but didn’t recognize the number. Curious to know who it was, I answered.
“(Y/n), it’s Allen, Jessie’s friend.”
“Um, okay? What do you want?” I asked, confused as to why he was calling me. Jessie and I rarely spoke, and if we did it was strictly about Ali. Much less one of his friends I barely even knew.
“You need to tell your douche of a boyfriend to get his shit together.” Allen said.
“Excuse me?” I raised my voice. “First of all, he’s my fiancé and second why the hell would you say that?”
I heard the back door slide open and I turned to see Luke entering the house. He saw the pissed off look on my fave and knew something was up.
“He needs to stop acting like he’s Ali’s father when he isn’t. Why would you let her call him Dad? That’s not right, (Y/n) and you know it.” Allen spoke up.
I scoffed, “Please. Like I’m going to tell Ali to stop calling Luke Dad. She was the one that wanted to call him that, we didn’t force her to do it! Plus, she sees Luke everyday, and only sees Jessie a few days a month. So technically, Luke is her father.”
“Who is that?” Luke whispered.
“Jessie’s friend, Allen.” I rolled my eyes.
Luke held out his hand and I gave him the phone. He put it on speaker as I walked towards the back door to keep an eye on Ali.
“Hey, mate, mind telling me why you’re disrespecting my fiancé?” Luke said.
“Because I knew it would get back to you.” Allen laughed.
“Well listen here, I don’t know why you and Jessie have nothing better to do than sit around and talk shit about me, but you need to get a hobby because it needs to stop.” He demanded.
Allen laughed more. “Ooh, Mister Hollywood thinks he can treat people however he pleases just because he’s in some shitty band. You listen here, you don’t want to mess with me, pal.”
Luke rolled his eyes. “This isn’t about you or me, this is about Ali. I may not be her biological father, but I’m still a better father than Jessie will ever be. Anyone can be a dad, but not everyone can be a father. Hell, he proves that statement true everyday. I’ve sacrificed tons and do whatever it takes to be the best father I can be, things he’s never done for her. So I don’t deserve either of you guys’ shit. I might not have been there since the very beginning, but neither has he. But I’ll damn sure be the one to help raise her until she’s an adult. Now, go tell your mate that he needs to stop being a coward and fight his own battles, not make his punk ass friends do his bidding.”
The phone was quiet for a few seconds before Allen spoke again. “Whatever man, you have no idea who you’re dealing with. Jessie will be pissed when he hears about this.”
“I hope he is,” Luke chuckled. “That would mean he knows I’m right. Goodbye, Allen.”
He hung up my phone and gave it back to me. I looked at him in amazement, which caused a confused look to appear on his face.
“What’s up?” He asked me as I wrapped my arms around him.
“You’re the best,” I told him.
“Well, thanks. I was just doing my job.” He shrugged.
I smiled up at him. “And you do it well. I’m so lucky I have you. You’re an amazing father to our kids. I couldn’t ask any more of you. Thank you so much for everything you do for us.”
“Aw, you don’t have to thank me.” He cooed as he hugged me. “I love you guys more than anything. If anyone deserves thanks, it’s you. You gave me two beautiful children and I am so thankful for the three of you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’re going to make me cry.” I admitted, pulling away enough to look at him.
“Don’t do that, then I’ll cry. And then Ali will be super confused and think we’re insane.” He joked.
I laughed at him. “She probably already does.”
Luke placed his hand on my cheek. “I love you so much, (Y/n).”
“I love you too, Luke.” I said and he leaned down and kissed me.
“Ew, gross!” We heard Ali say, turning towards her to see her sticking her tongue out at us in disgust.
“Ali, sweetie, it’s not gross.” Luke told her. “It means your Mum and I love each other a lot.”
Ali shook her head. “Nope, it means you’re both icky.”
We both started laughing, then heard a familiar cry coming from down the hall.
“I guess Mason’s up.” I announced.
“Let me get him,” Luke offered. “ I need some father-son time.”
I obliged and he headed down the hall. I sat on the couch, Ali sliding the back door shut and joining me.
“Mommy, why do you love Daddy enough to kiss him?” Ali asked curiously.
I smiled at her. “Because he loves us very much and would do anything for us.”
Her eyes got wide with excitement. “Like fight monsters?”
“Yep, he’d fight all the monsters in world for us. He actually just fought one while you were outside.” I explained.
Just then, Luke came back into the living room, carrying a very “talkative” Mason.
“Daddy, Mommy said you fought a monster when I was outside. Is that true?” Ali asked.
Luke looked at me, giving me a look as if to say he appreciated my joke.
“I did actually,” Luke played along, sitting on the couch. “He thought he could take me, but he was no match for King Luke.”
“Princess Luke!” Ali corrected, earning a loud laugh from me.
Luke looked at me sheepishly, then said, “Right, I meant Princess Luke.”
thanks for reading i hope you liked it! i might turn this into a series but i’m not sure, if you want me to then make sure to request it as well as any other ideas you might have requests are always open x
it’s so easy to picture luke as a dad. someone would come over one day in the middle of him spending time with his little girl so they’d knock on the door and he’d call time out to answer it and when the door opened all they’d see would be luke in a pink tutu with a tiara resting on his head and a tiny little pink purse with mummy’s lipstick peeking out and before they could even ask what was going on he’d bluntly say, “we’re playing princesses, what the fuck do you want?”
that luke just rolled out of bed aesthetic messy hair, scruffy face, just pulled on the first t-shirt he found that didn’t smell too offensive, grown up shoes to make it seem like he did it on purpose that’s the luke aesthetic i’m here for
Imagine luke trying to make there babyboy wear a tutu and there child will be like “ no go away im punkrock "and ash will be like ” i will never let malum babysitt him again “ and luke will be pouting bc he wanted to see his baby in a tutu and ash will end up kissing him and trying to make him smile
Luke would let his little girl paint his nails and dress him in tutus- they would have a chest full of costumes for them both, a tutu to match each of his little angels’ and even a tiara that’ll fit on his much larger head. And he would be unashamed to sit at her little table in his tutu and tiara drinking imaginary tea, but his favorite would be when she wants to play spa and paint his finger and toe nails (always a matching shade of sparkly purple or pink). He’d love her little giggles and the smile that would stretch across her lips when she was done- beaming with pride because she only got it on his skin a little (which was a big improvement from the last time when his finger tips just looked like one giant nail). He would wear the nail polish with pride whenever he was home- his nails rarely going unpainted for longer than a couple of days. She would make sure to give him a fresh coat before he leaves for tour, whispering in a small voice that he can’t let any other girls paint his nails while he’s gone so once he leaves he’d do everything he can to keep the nail polish from chipping, but eventually the color would start flaking away and with each little fleck of pink his heart would ache a little more- the disappearing color only serving as a reminder that both of his favorite girls are half way across the world.
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"Ballet vs Drumming" Ashton/4 (Imagine - Requested)
“Babeee I’m going” you yelled to Ashton when you were already half way through the door with you dance gear in a bag.
“Where are you going?” he asked as he half jogged up to you resting his arm on the top of the door.
“Dance practice, I already told you silly” you laughed
“Can I come?” he asked shyly
“Don’t you have better stuff to do? You have a day off, I want you to rest. I don’t want to be that girlfriend that drags you to these things” you replied looking down
“Awww please” he said with a pouty face “I’ve never seen you dance before because of work getting in the way”
“Okay fine but don’t laugh” you shot back now walking to the car
“And why would I do that?” he giggled following you close behind
“You can drive” you said chucking him the keys ignoring his previous question
“You’re a ballerina?” Ashton asked excitedly as you walked back into your apartment.
“That’s amazing! Like when you did the leap but then like you spun straight after for ages and the lik-“
“Okay okay Ashton I get it” you said cutting him off with a kiss on the cheek
“I knew you were talented but damn” he said not taking his eyes off you “Oh and the boys are coming over soon”
“Okay I’ll take a shower then get some food ready, sound good?”
You all sat in the living room with some random snacks talking about how everyones day off has been.
“Yeah it was a pretty relaxed day, I guess. I spent the day with my parents at the shops and talking about what’s been happening to keep them updated” Michael continued “What about you Ash?”
“Well..” Ashton started as he put his hands around you “I finally got to watch (Y/N) dance properly, pretty bad ass if you ask me.”
“What dance do you do?” Calum asked turning to you
“Ballet” Ashton answered for you
“Oh wow! That’s so cool, we should come watch sometime” Luke suggested. You looked down blushing.
“Yeah, the Pink leotards and tutus are very cool” Ash said now looking at you
“Cooler than drooling over your girlfriend wearing one” you said cheekily
“Ding ding we have a winner!” Michael shouted earning and laugh from everyone.
“But seriously she’s a great ballerina” Ashton said as he laid his head on your shoulder looking up to you
“Thank you” you smiled back “I should teach you sometime” you said jokingly
“I’ll just stick to drums” he laughed
“Hmm yeah, i guess you need something more at your level,” you shrugged. This was going to be payback for time Ashton said ballet looked too easy a few weeks ago.
“Oh really?,” Ashton said, looking at your with narrowed eyes.
You nodded your head and started scrolling through tumblr.
“Okay then, take me to the studio tomorrow and I’ll show you that any person can take on ballet,”
“Your words not mine Ash,”
By the time you had taken Ashton through all the exercises and routines he was puffed out and gasping for air. As he tried to used the barre to support himself you giggled and chucked him his water bottle.
“Still think it’s easy Irwin?” you smiled cheekily.
“Shut up,” he murmured as he fell to the floor.
“If ballet was easy, it would be called drumming,"
(A/N): I did not just quote the game plan. Hoped you liked it anon :P x
Hey so guess who hit 500! yeah so I thought i’d do a follow forever as a thank you to all of my lovely followers and mutuals and maybe show off some of my fav blogs. Header to cred to the absolutely incredible caffeincold, everyone should go check her out.
single daddy!luke running around his apartment trying to get his little girl ready for her dance recital and shes all dressed up in her tutu and ballet slippers but luke just can’t figure out how to get her hair in a nice bun for the life of him all he can manage to pull off is one like the ones he’s seen ashton do but nothing good enough for his little girls very first dance recital and so he gives up and calls you in a panic because he just cant get it and he doesnt know what to do and he shouldve paid more attention when his mom showed him how to do it that one time and you just tell him to calm down and that youre on your way and when you get there luke watches in amazement as you do his little girls hair because how is this so easy for you? it took him 6 tries and he still couldnt get it? and you fix little hemmos hair up real nice “just like the ballerinas on tv” she’d whisper to herself as she admired it in the mirror and luke just kind of looks at you becasue what would he do without you and “hey so um..you could come if you want? to her recital? i mean like…with me….?”
Luke playing dress up with your little girl when she’s 4 or 5 and you have go out and buy a tutu and tiara just for daddy so when she has one of her famous tea parties he can dress accordingly and he would sit on one of her little mini chairs at the kid table and ask for two lumps of sugar, please and have the best conversations with her favorite stuffed dog and teddy bear. And by the time she’s 7 or 8 Luke has a whole collection of tutus and tiaras to match your little girl’s and she even convinces her little brothers to join, putting one of her old tuts on them and filling the seats at her little tea table with all of her favorite boys in her life and really the only reason the younger boys go along with it is because daddy dresses up too and they think he’s pretty cool.
This was highly requested, if you haven’t already read it Part 1 is here. Anyways Enjoy, let me know what you think.
You take a seat in the crowded food hall in college, (Y/F/N) sitting across from you looking flustered after nearly dropping her food twice.
‘So, are you planning on speaking to Ashton before he leaves tomorrow?’ she asks, shoving a fork full of pasta into her mouth.
‘No’ there is nothing else for you to say on the matter and (Y/F/N) gives you a look as if to say she wasn’t impressed.
‘Come on, I know you guys had a pretty big argument but you have to sort it out. You and Ashton are meant to be, if you two don’t work what hope have the rest of us got’ she smiles slightly hoping that she will be able to sweet talk you into talking to him.
‘(Y/F/N) he hasn’t tried to call, he hasn’t sent a message. He doesn’t give a shit and I’m not going to be the one to put myself out there again, not after last time’ you tell her.
‘Okay, I guess I can understand, it’s just hard you know. I’m friends with you both and I can’t side with either of you. But anyway I don’t suppose I could talk you into coming out tonight could I?’ she asks. You know she means with the boys, you’re about to tell her no when you think. Well you Calum, Luke and Michael are friends, you can’t miss their last night just because you and Ashton are over.
‘You know what, I’m in’ you tell her, she looks shocked at first but smiles after and you begin to have a moan about your upcoming lessons.
‘Hey, there is a change of plan, Ashton has gone out and me and the others can’t really be bothered to go out soooooo, movie night at ours’ Luke explains to you down the phone, you quickly agree and tell (Y/F/N) about the change of plan. It doesn’t take you long to get to the boys house because you didn’t have to get dressed up, you knock on the door and after a second it swings open revealing Luke in a tutu. You look at (Y/F/N) and you both burst out laughing, he rolls his eyes and pulls the tutu down.
‘Oh we learnt a new song the other day, do you guys want to hear?’ (Y/F/N) asks the boys except Ashton because live the boys said he wasn’t here. They nod and (Y/F/N) runs out of the living room and you guess to Calum’s room to lend one of his guitars. She’s is back after a couple of seconds and nods towards you.
‘Noooo, why do you always do this to me?’ you whine, (Y/F/N) and the boys know you hate singing in front of people but when she brings it up its hard to say no to her and the boys. She begins to strum and you smile at her when you realise which song she is doing.
‘Summer after high school when we first met
We’d make out in your Mustang to Radiohead
And on my 18th Birthday
We got matching tattoos’
You smile at the boys when there is a break in the song and you let (Y/F/N) sing a little on her own. Calum is sitting on the edge of the sofa tapping his foot, Michael is swaying side to side and Luke is nodding his head along smiling at you. You take a glance into (Y/F/N) direction and she wiggles her eye brows at you as an indication to carry on singing.
‘In another life
I would be your girl
We’d keep all our promises
Be us against the world
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don’t have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away’
As you go for a higher note the boys ‘woop’ and you smile, trying not to lose concentration at the goofy grins on their faces. Again Luke is watching you, sticking his tongue out to try and put you off. You have nearly finished the song, your final part coming up. You close your eyes as you let the guitar and words take you away.
‘In another life
I would make you stay
So I don’t have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away
The o-o-o-o-o-one [x3]
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don’t have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away’
When you open your eyes Calum, Luke and Michael are clapping and telling you how great it was, you laugh and look over to (Y/F/N) and you both wiggles your eye brows at each other only causing you to laugh harder.
‘Well you lot are having fun, mind if I join?’ his voice catches everyone by surprise as you all turn to look at him standing in the door way. Calum nods throwing a pillow at Ashton. You can’t help but want to look at him, ask him where he has been, if he is okay. But you remember that he doesn’t give a shit, you poured your heart out to him and he didn’t say a thing. The conversation between everyone continues for an hour before Michael suggests putting a film on. You can feel Ashton’s eyes on you and it angers you to think that he is sitting feet away and hasn’t even tried to right his wrong. The anger and pain start to get to you and you decide it is time to leave.
‘You know what guys I’m actually going to go home’ you tell them standing up.
‘Noooo, you can’t go it’s our last night’ Calum whines as he jumps on you wrapping his arms tightly around you and you laugh at his childishness.
‘I know, I’m going to see you guys’ he tell him as you wrap your arms around him, he squishes you tighter to his body, lifting you slightly. ‘I’ll miss you too, but you and (Y/F/N) have ticket to come and see us in a couple of weeks so I will look forward to that.’ He tells you as he finally lets you go and Luke is there before you have had chance to catch a breath. Luke is softer holding you close and kissing your temple.
‘You better Facetime us as much as you can, and no getting into trouble’ he teases as he lets go and you smile laughing slightly at the serious face he is trying to contain but fails. ‘You be good to Mr Hemmings, I read all the papers’ you tell him pointing a figure, he laughs knowing its true, but he also knows that you never believe anything you read unless the boys tell you it’s true. Michael is still sitting on the floor however he is pouting and has is arms crossed.
‘You’re not getting a good bye from me until you watch this film’ he tells you acting like a child and you shrug playfully. ‘Okay bye’ is all you say as you walk to the door knowing he will want a hug.
‘WAIT’ he yells and you turn around. ‘Help me up’ he moans reaching out his arms, you pull him and he gets to his feet. He places a hand on both of your shoulders and holds you at arm’s length.
‘Now you listen to me, we love you, don’t forget it. We are going to miss you so much. When I get back you better have been practicing on that bloody guitar, no giving up’ he tells you ‘Now give me some lovin’ he laughs pulling you to his body.
‘Aww I love you Mikey’ you mutter to him and he squishes you a little tighter. After a moment he pulls away and you smile at the guys waving. Calum, Luke, Michael and (Y/F/N) stand to walk you to the door, but then s does Ashton.
‘Do I not get a good bye?’ he asks, his brown eyes meeting your, he look sad, hurt but it just confuses you how could he feel that way and not try to make this right with you. You nod and he comes over. His arms wrap around your waist and yours do the same, you don’t squish each other but it’s warm, gentle and you hate to admit it but full of love. You rest your head on his chest.
‘I love you’ he whispers into your hair.
They aren’t the words you wanted to say you wanted to tell him you loved him to but you couldn’t, you couldn’t do it to yourself again. You pull out of the hug and give him a strong smile.
‘Have fun on tour’ you tell him and with that you turn and leave waving at the others on your way out.