Luke couldn’t stop the grin that was spreading out on his face as you waddled down the stairs. His eyes soaked in all of your pregnancy glory. Staring from your full cheeks that held a glow to your bulging belly. You looked stunning as ever. “What?” you mumbled at Luke, a frown on your face as you walked passed him towards the kitchen. You could feel his stare and it was making you a bit uncomfortable.
“Just enjoying the view,” Luke smiled, “You look beautiful today.” You rolled your eyes at his words and began to rummage around the refrigerator. Luke wasn’t taking your standoffish attitude to heart. You were always moody after taking your naps and now that your were pregnant you became extra moody.
“I look like cow,” you told Luke, hand rubbing over large belly. Luke was the one to roll his eyes this time. “Like a big ugly cow,” you continued to say. You grabbed a tub of cookie dough, then shut the fridge. For some reason you were extremely moody today. More so in a bad mood than anything. Luke watched as you grabbed a spoon from out a drawer and then trudge to the living room.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, knowing there had to be something that was on your mind. He sat down next to you and his hands reached out to rub over your belly. “Tell me what’s on your mind,” Luke said, leaning down to kiss at your stomach. You felt warmth spread over your skin at his actions. Luke mimicked the pout that you had on your face, then smiled. He was going to do anything he could to make you smile even if it meant annoying you.
“I just feel…I feel big,” you sighed, scooping some cookie dough from out the tub and munching on it. “Everyone keeps talking about how I have this pregnancy glow and that I’m stunning, but all I feel like is a walking planet.” Luke bit at his bottom lip to hold in his laughter. He was actually waiting for this day to come. Knowing that at some point during this pregnancy you were going to get insecure about something.
“You are big,” Luke stated, making you frown even more. “Let me finish. You are big because you’re growing a human inside of you. You’re creating life, baby,” Luke finished. You swallowed hard and continued to eat your cookie dough. “A lot of work is going on in there. You’re giving my princess everything that she needs so that she comes out healthy.” This made you smile and Luke grinned when he saw the reaction he got from you. His eyes widened in delight and he began to wiggle his eyebrows at you. He loved to see you smile.
“I love you. You always know what to say,” you smiled, leaning down to kiss him. He was right you were creating life and that’s the most beautiful thing ever.
“Do you love me enough to share some cookie dough?” Luke questioned, giving you a pout. Your eyebrows furrowed in thought and you tried to decide if you wanted to share your after nap snack. “I’ll buy you more if you do share,” Luke bribed, the smile on his face growing even more as you handed over the tub. He would always be there to put a smile on your face and of course eat your cookie dough.
Finally achieved my lifelong dream of being Princess Leia Organa!! (big thanks to @thelittlestgrape for making the gown, as well as @spectacularly-odd and @stereotypicalmusicaltheatreguy for being such a cute R2 and Luke. The three of them endured my geekiness all weekend, including my actual tears over standing with my fave droid as it played Leia’s message to Obi Wan for me. Best friends a princess could ask for)
“Baby…” Luke said, watching your now teary eyes, standing in the doorway.
You walked into his office, a smile on your face. Luke stood up from behind his desk, and met you halfway. He smiled before he kissed you.
“Hi, Lukey.” you whispered.
“Hi. I missed you.”
“And I missed you all the more.”
“I love you, Y/N”
“I love you.”
You closed your eyes and rested your head against his chest. He held you tightly, too afraid to let go. He had just gotten back from a business trip to Tokyo, where he had been for a whole week. He had went strait from the airport to his office, and you couldn’t wait another minute to see him.
“I’m so sorry I couldn’t come home straight away, I–” he started.
“it’s okay, I’m just glad you’re home now.”
“Stop, you don’t have to right to call me that anymore.” You almost choked on your words.
“I… You’re right, I’m sorry, Y/N.” He paused. “Hey, I’m also sorry about what I texted you earlier, that was uncalled for, I was out of it.”
You bit your lip, not wanting to ask this question, but he was too vague, but you also didn’t want to dig into his life, it wasn’t your place to ask anymore.
But you couldn’t help yourself, “Luke, what happened?”
“We broke up–”
“No. What happened when I was on the phone with you?”
“Nothing, I don’t want to worry you.”
You rolled your eyes and strutted over to him. The aroma in the air had dramatically changed. The pungent scent of bourbon had entered your nostrils, and you felt sick. You suddenly went behind his desk to find four bottles of bourbon sitting under the table. Luke flung something off the desk and onto the floor. You went to grab it, but he then threw himself on the floor to cover the object.
“What are you doing, Hemmings? Get up.” you demanded, while standing over him. You got on your knees and tried to roll him over to get him off the thing. You only saw a flash of it, but it was wooden, with gold and silver detailing.
You stopped dead in your movements.
“What was the legal document that was sent to me, Luke.”
He took a deep breath, “You were a business deal.”
“I was only permitted to keep you for a certain amount of time.”
You looked at the ground, shocked, thinking over everything. “All those… Is… Is that why you never proposed?”
“Did you ever want to… you know, propose to me?”
“Check the bottom right drawer,”
You hesitantly got up and walked back over to the desk. You leaned down and opened the drawer, revealing a little navy blue velvet box. You picked it up, and opened it, only to reveal the most beautiful ring you had ever set your eyes on. It was a simple silver band with the main diamond as mediocre as they come, with a smaller diamond on each side. It was so simple, but it was all you ever wanted.
“I’ve had that ring for three years, you know.” Luke suddenly spoke.
“We’ve only been dating for four years, though.”
“And I knew I didn’t want to be without you after the first.” He gave a shy smile.
“Why am I a business deal?”
“Because I bought a few of your family’s clients, and your grandfather told me that he would sue of my company unless I would be in a relationship with you for a specified amount of time. And I don’t know if you noticed, but I woke myself up that morning and got drunk to have the courage to end things with you.”
“I called your grandfather when you were on the way here, and I asked him if I could marry you. He said I could. I was actually about to sober up, then go over to Y/F/N’s house to ask.” he said quietly.
“No. I love you more than I love any other person on this planet. I love you more than I love my family, my dogs, any of my friends. I love you more than my company. And do you know what I would love even more?” You shook your head. He grabbed the box out of your hands and sank to one knee in front of you. “If you would marry me. If you would just be with me. If you would have my children, grow old with me, make bad jokes with me, get angry at me, lay with me. Just love me. Forever. That would be enough. So will you, Y/N Y/L/N, marry me?”
A/N So a while back @sassygeek7 and @madamredwrites and I were discussing about the lack of Luke Alvez fics and drooling over the gif shown below. The lovely sassy suggested I write a fic revolving said gif
I turned it into a series, cause I am trash and do not realize that if i start multiple projects at the same time along with school I might die.
But hey its fine its cool
Premise : A series of oneshots revolving around Luke Alvez, the reader his partner at the BAU and his house also Roxy.
Word Count : 1636
WARNING NOT BETA READ EXPECT MINOR ERRORS
There is only one thing all federal agents have in common : alcohol . When one is a federal agent, picking the right bar takes skill. It’s art that takes years to be perfected. An easy way is to look for the three identification markers, if any of the following were present it was taken of the list of possibilities.
Is it near a police station
High risk crime area
Amount of perps that live there
By using this you and Garcia and come with a list of bars and clubs that you could visit. But tonight had been a long day and long days meant finding the nearest bar with the loudest music. After about an hours worth of walking later you caved in and asked a taxi driver for the best bar in town he then proceeded to smile and dropped you of 20 minutes away . It was small but damn was it loud and sweaty and crowded.
AKA the best place for an annoyed exhausted adult who wants to forget the world.
Not to sound dramatic, but you dropped your phone. The shock had come over you like a tsunami that destroyed everything in its wake.
“Hello?” your phone spoke on the rug beneath your feet, “Y/N? You there?”
“Y-Yeah…” you gasped, even though you knew he couldn’t hear you. You slowly bent down to the rug and grabbed your phone, picking it up with shaking hands, you leaned into the device.
“Y/N, why would I lie about something this serious? He’s a wreck, he needs help.”
“Well then get him help; he’s not my business anymore.”
“He needs you.”
“I’m hanging up–”
“No!” Michael raised his voice, then softened it, “No. Just let me show you him.”
You hesitated, fully intent on saying no, but you succumbed to the temptation, Luke was your apple in your whimsical, hard, and beautiful edenic relationship. You couldn’t help but to give in. You nodded your head to no one, ended the call, and FaceTimed Michael.
Michael watched as his friend lay in his own bodily fluids, surrounded by various empty bottles of alcohol. Luke had thrown himself into routine: wake up with a hangover, go to the studio, go to the bar, come crying drunk to Michael.
“Luke?” Michael asked to breathing body. Luke didn’t move, he groaned and let out a hiccup.
Michael’s phone started buzzing in his hand.
FaceTime Call From Y/NY/NY/NY/NY/NY/NY/NY/N
“Mike?” your face came up on the screen. Worry creased your brow. Michael turned the camera so that it was now on Luke. You gasped.
“Michael, where the fuck are you?”
You burst through Michael’s apartment door, and ran straight to the body on the floor.
“Luke?” you asked, as you pet his blonde locks, trying to get him to move.
Finally his lips separated and breathed out a sigh, “My angel… I knew you’d come to me.” He smiled and you, and you couldn’t seem to help the smile creeping onto your face.
“Luke… we’re not together anymore…” You held his cheek, and watched his face drop as he let out a heart wrenching sob.
“There is no one else… There is no one else… There is no one else…” he kept mumbling on repeat, trying to grab for you.
“Luke– I don’t know what to do… what do you need? Just stop crying!”
Luke looked at you, his big blue eyes peering into your soul. “My love, my love, come back to me…”
GUESS WHO HAS SPRING BREAK AND CAN WRITE AS MUCH AS SHE CAN
description: luke’s a bad boy, you’re the priests daughter with a good girl reputation. Who knew it’d be so easy for Luke to corrupt you…
warnings: so basically you’re calling luke daddy and fucking him in church so yeah
Every week was the same. Wake up, get dressed in a sensible outfit, and pretend that you didn’t hate your life. You used to love your life, you were your daddy’s little girl and everyone knew you as a good girl as your father the was church priest. Rarely had you ever acted out, always obedient to your parents demands. But ever since Luke Hemmings had come back from boarding school a foot taller and a black ring in his lip, you had realized that maybe you were missing out. For the last 4 months you had been lusting after the broad boy, fantasizing of him holding you close, kissing you roughly, his thick long cock thrusting inside of you as you screamed his name. Except the problem was you were a good girl. No boy would look twice at you because they assumed you were a virginal prude. They were wrong, you had fucked an older boy from church who had moved away a year ago.
Your father had warned you to stay away from Luke, always saying “that Hemmings boy is trouble, I don’t want my sweet daughter anywhere near him.” He’d go on to say what Luke had said during confession to him and although your fathers intent was to make you disgusted with Luke, it only made you want him more. There was something about the idea of a bad boy and a good little girl that appealed to you. For some reason you just couldn’t get that thought out of you head.
Often times you’d catch yourself staring at Luke from across the church pew in his dark pants and tight button up, the top buttons undone to expose his toned chest. He would be lazily playing with his lip ring with his tongue, sending blissful fantasies in your mind. Imagining his tongue on you, bringing you to the brink -but no. That wouldn’t ever happen. You knew Luke had no interest in you, the only interaction the two of you had was when he’d notice you staring at him and he’d send a wink. Sometimes you would catch his ocean eyes on you, but you assumed he just wasn’t paying attention. There was no way a boy like Luke would ever want you.
That Sunday you put on a black skirt that hit about mid thigh, with a tight top that if you pulled it down enough, showed the perfect amount of your ample cleavage. You finished it off with a pair of thigh high socks. Before heading downstairs, you applied a dark red lipstick to your lips. Truth be told, you knew your mom wouldn’t be too pleased with your outfit, but it was the most defiant thing you’d done in years so you decided it’d be okay.
On the way to the church, your mom put up a bit of a fuss about your outfit as you expected, but eventually you let it go. That was relieving. You needed to show Luke you weren’t as good as he thought. When it was time for the teenagers to meet, you planned on hiking up your skirt and tugging down your top. This was phase one in operation seduce Luke.
The sermon was oddly ironic, as your father had chosen the topic of abstinence. The whole time you sent Luke glances, keeping eye contact when he’d notice. One particular time, he caught your eye as you had been playing with the top of you thigh high sock. When he saw that, you noticed him shifting visibly, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip. It seems that Luke had a thing for thigh highs, things were going smoothly already.
When you were finally dismissed to go to the youth class, you made a detour to the bathroom. Once there, you hiked up your skirt, and revealed more of your breasts. This made you feel empowered and suddenly very confident. Just as you finished touching up your lipstick, you heard the main doors to the bathroom swing open. Before you could turn around to see who it was, there was a sharp click of the lock shutting.
“Reds a nice colour on you babe,” came a low voice. Successfully hiding your surprise, you turned around and met Lukes gaze. He was looking you up and down appreciatively, a smirk on his face.
“This is a girls bathroom,” you reminded him, causally running hand through your dark as if his presence didn’t bother you in the slightest.
“You know y/n, I had always had this hunch that you weren’t as innocent as people thought,” Luke began, slowly moving closer to you. “Today proved it. Did you think it was funny to tease me like that?” By now he was inches away from you, backing you up into the wall. He grabbed your hand, holding them up on the wall above you, trapping you in place.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” you said innocently, biting your lips. Luke let out a groan at that, pressing his body against yours.
“Oh princess, don’t play these games with me. You knew exactly what you were doing. Now you’re going to be punished for it,” Luke snapped, his voice raspy. The tall boys lips were barely brushing against yours as he spoke, sending a rush through you, and you sighed softly. He slowly started grinding against you, and you could feel his cock stiffen slightly against you. “I’m going to teach you not to tease daddy.”
A whimper escaped you. Roughly, Luke turned you around so your front was against the cool tiled wall. He stood flush to you, his mouth brushing against your neck.
“Daddy,” you whispered, and you felt his member harden a bit more. “I’ve been so naughty.”
Luke threw his head back with a groan, grabbing you so you were bent over facing the wall. Lifting up your skirt to reveal your lacy black panties, he placed his hands on your ass, his thumb rubbing slow circles on the skin.
“Did you wear these just for daddy?” Luke asked. You nodded. “Use your words princess. Let daddy hear you.”
“Yes daddy, I wore them for you!” You called out.
“Princess, you deserve five spankings. I want you to count them out loud for me, do yo understand?”
“Yes daddy.” Luke sensual way of speaking sent pleasure straight to your core. You knew you were already soaked.
“Get ready princess.” You could feel his hot breath as he murmured into your ear. A shiver ran down your spine as you waited in anticipation. Suddenly, his large hand made contact with your ass, a loud smack filling the silent room. You let out a cry.
“One!” Another hit. “Two!”
“You seem to be enjoying your punishment Princess, aren’t you,” Luke inquired, massaging your ass.
“Yes daddy I am,” you let out, stuttering slightly. Luke let out a low chuckled, before swinging his hand back then letting it collide with your backside. You let out another moan.
“Three!” You almost yelled.
“Two more babygirl, you’re doing so good. Daddy is so proud of you.” By this time, your arousal was dripping down your leg, and you knew Luke could tell.
The last hit was more forceful than all the other combined, yet you felt on top of the world from the throbbing skin. You knew that there’d be a imprint of Lukes hand on your ass, the thought of that just getting your more flustered.
“FIVE!” you screamed.
“Very good Princess, you did amazing. I think you deserve a reward,” Luke praised you. He reached up and slowly tugged down your skirt, and you stepped out of it. Off came your shirt, the flimsy material fluttering to the floor. For a moment Luke stood there, taking in the lacy black bra holding your large breasts up.
“While I find them very sexy,” Luke said, his hands finding the clasp. “I think I’d much rather prefer what’s underneath.” He expertly undid the clasp, slowly removing the straps off you arms. The bra landed on the floor, his hands replacing it, his thumbs running over your nipples.
“Daddy please,” you whined, desperate for more.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he marvelled, sliding his hands down your body. They reached you the top of your panties, and pulled them down, leaving you only in your thigh highs. “Get ready for your reward Princess.”
Luke got down on his knees, spreading your legs apart with his large hands. He kissed up your thighs, sucking and nibbling as he traveled upwards, surely leaving marks in its place. As he got closer, your breathing became laboured as you waited for him to make his next move. He blew warm air onto your clit, causing you to lace your fingers through his messy blond hair. Slowly, his tongue darted out, brushing against your clit. He started moving his tongue against you, moving up and down and side to side, before circling his tongue around it. Biting your lip, you held in your sounds of pleasure. Then he plunged his tongue it, causing you to lose all control. The room was filled with you whimpers and moans, as you tugged on his hair causing him to let out another groan. He sucked on your clit before going back to his previous
movements and you could feel that familiar knot in the pit of your stomach building up.
“Daddy,” you cried, tugging harder on his hard, receiving another sound of desire. “I’m close daddy!”
This seemed to encourage Luke, as he slipped a finger inside of you, his other hand holding your hips back as they started bucking. His movements increased and with a cry you reached your peak, crying out as Luke continued as your rode out your high. Luke peppered your face in kisses, finally meeting your lips with his. You could taste yourself on his lips, but you didn’t care as your lips moved frantically together.
“You did so well Princess,” Luke said breathlessly, breaking the kiss. His hands trailed down to the top of your thigh highs, fingering the soft material of them.
“Daddy,” you whined, running your hand over the front of his dress pants. If his cock wasn’t already completely hard before, it was now. “I want you inside me please!”
“Oh Princess, you don’t need to ask twice.” You started unbuttoning the rest of this shirt before letting it slip off his broad shoulders and onto the floor. You admired his lean body, slowly kissing down his chest until you reached the top of his pants, his length straining against the tight material. Unzipping them, you slid his pants down his legs leaving him only in his boxers. Even concealed by thin fabric you could tell his cock was huge. Luke saw you gulp and let out a chuckle.
“Oh Princess, just you wait,” Luke said lazily, stroking your hair. You slid down his boxers, his thick cock springing out. It was huge. You felt heat run through your body. Never before had you ever wanted anything so bad.
“Oh daddy I need you now,” you begged, reaching out to his cock. You took it in your hand, rubbing your thumb against the tip. “Please fuck me like the dirty slut I am. Please daddy!”
“Get ready Princess,” Luke whispered, a cocky tone to his voice. He led you over to the sinks, bending you over the counter. “I’m going to make you mind baby.”
You felt his tip brush against your entrance, and you moaned. Slowly he slid in, stretching you.
“Oh Princess,” he moaned out. “You’re so tight. Fuck baby.”
He pulled out slightly, before slamming back in, receiving a cry from you. Thrusting hard, he whispered in your ear.
“You’re such a dirty girl, fucking me in a church like this. What would your father say if he knew I had you bent over the sink, at my mercy as I slam into your tight wet pussy?” Luke smacked your ass. “Cmon baby, let me hear you!”
“Oh daddy,” you replied, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Faster daddy please. I’m so close.”
“Hold on Princess,” Luke commanded, speeding up. The sound of your skin slapping together joined the symphony of moans filling the room. “Wait for daddy Princess, don’t come yet.”
Once again, you could feel your orgasm nearing, building up, getting closer and closer. Whimpering as Luke slammed into you, brushing against your g spot, you let out a cry.
“Daddy please,” you begged, nearing tears. You needed to cum now, the need for a release so desperate.
“Let go babygirl,” Luke shouted. As you reached your eye, screaming out his name over and over, you felt him release into you, as he moaned louder than ever.
After you both came down from your highs, Luke slid out of you, pulling you close to him. He placed his lips on your temple, running a hand up and down your back.
“You did so well Princess. That was amazing babygirl,” Luke praised you, his voice tired. You just nodded, too tired to even respond. After awhile of standing there, wrapped in his strong arms, he let you go. “It’s almost time to go home Princess, I should let you make yourself appear like a good little girl again. Can’t have anyone knowing what their little angels been up too.”
Luke pulled on his clothes, now rumpled. He ran a hand through his messy, sweaty hair. You continued to stand there, staring at the beautiful boy.
“I need to go confess of my sins,” he told you with a wink. “See you next week Princess.”
With that he walked out, leaving you still naked. The shock of what just happened hadn’t left you, but you looked forward to next week, anticipating what’d happen next.
“Are you ready yet?” Luke yelled impatiently from the hallway. You sighed to yourself and mumbled a curse word or two when your hair-tie broke. It was the third to break, and the last one!
Your hair had been an unbelievable mess all day, and you’ve tried everything to make it look decent. You really wanted to make a good first impression on your boyfriend’s best pals. But here you were in the bathroom in Luke’s apartment, after approximately 2-3 hours of finding decent clothes, showering, and doing makeup.
“I’ll be right there babe!” you yelled back, annoyed because of your not so cooperative locks.
“Are you all right Y/N?” Luke responded in a caring tone. You sighed again, even more frustrated. You gave up and walked down to the hallway. Luke stood in the doorframe between the hallway and living room, his tall frame coming towards you. He looked worryingly at you. “What’s the matter sweetie?” You grunted a little when he asked. “It’s just… I really want to make a good impression y’know?” Luke nodded for you to continue. “But I just feel like such a mess. I mean, my outfit is okay. But my hair is just the absolute worst!” you whined and threw your hands dramatically in the air. You plumped down on the sofa with a pout on your face. Luke squatted down in front of you. His ocean blue eyes drilled into yours. He grabbed your hands. “Look, we’re already late. But the thing is that you look incredibly stunning, as always.” You blushed at his words. After almost 5 months of being in a non-public relationship with the one and only Luke Hemmings, it was finally time for you to meet the rest of the band. Yes, 5 months is a long time, but Luke has been incredibly protective of you. It’s not like he’s in control of your life, he had just been scared of how the fans would react. “Thank you” you mumbled shyly. “You’re so cute” He said and kissed your cheek. He pulled you up and he snaked his arms around your waist. “I ruv you.” He said and rubbed his nose gently against yours. You giggled at his action, you have always been ticklish on your nose, and he knew that. He adored your small giggles and mostly your smile. It makes him so happy to know that he is the reason for your smile.
“I ruv you too. Let’s go then.” You said and pecked his lips.
He opened the door for you, though not without slapping your ass. What a gentleman you thought to yourself.
“Hi guys!” Luke yelled when he opened the door to Michael’s apartment. You could feel your nerves shaking your body slightly. Luke looked down at you and squeezed your hand in an assuring manner. “It’ll be fine darling, don’t worry.” He whispered in your ear before bro-hugging Michael. You could recognise Michael by his colourful hair. After that, came whom you assumed to be Calum, and then probably Ashton, for hugs. “Long time no see bro.” Calum exclaimed excitedly.
“Well, well, well, who do we have here?” Said Ashton. All six eyes suddenly landed on you. You stood awkwardly, almost half way out the door, giving a little wave. You didn’t really know what to say, so you just looked up at Luke for help. Michael moved towards you, and said “The name is Y/N, right?” You looked down at your feet for a brief moment. “Uh, y-yeah I s-suppose…” you managed to stutter. You wanted to smack yourself for seeming so shy. You kept looking at your feet and crossed your arms. Luke walked back to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. You could sense that he looked down at you, smiling. “Yes, her name is Y/N. She’s a little shy.” He said, giving you a little squeeze on your hip. You sighed, looked up and mouthed a thank you to Luke for saving your ass.
You didn’t say much in the first couple of hours. Luke never left your side, because he knew how you felt in situations like this.
But you started to feel comfortable around 6 pm. You held your arms over your stomach when it started to grumble. The guys had been playing some soccer game on the playstation for some time now. You tugged in Luke’s shirt. “I’m hungry.” You complained with pled in your eyes. He looked down at you and placed a gentle, little kiss on your forehead. “A’igtht…” He trailed off and paused the game. “Guys, the little one here is hungry. Anyone up for some pizza or something?” He said while rubbing your hair and made it even more messy. You huffed a little by his action. But they all cheered by his suggestion, and you went onto the nearest pizza place’s website to order. “What do you want then?” You said and tugged your hair behind your ear. “How about a couple of the large Meatlover’s dream?” Said Michael with a twinkle in his eye. “Sure, anything else?” They all mumbled no. You ordered three family-sized pizzas with all the meat you could get, and some fried chicken as well, because why not.
40 minutes passed, and the doorbell rang. Luke stood up to answer, but Michael came before him.
Michael swung the door open, grabbed the food, and placed a handful of notes in the pizza-guy’s hands. “Thank you, have a nice evening!” You managed to yell before Michael slammed the door shut, and plopped his bum harshly on the couch.
“My gosh, I’m starving!” Said Calum and rushed over to Michael for a slice, after followed Ashton and Luke. You hurried to grab your fried chicken before anyone else noticed it. You went to the kitchen to search for some soda and glasses. You came back, and poured everyone a glass.
You found yourself with your head resting on Luke’s shoulder, and your hands on top of your precious food baby.
You started to feel sleepy, and Luke noticed. “Time to go home princess?” You nodded and hummed a yes in response. “Well guys, it’s time to say goodnight. Princess Y/N needs to get her beauty-sleep.” He exclaimed, and stood up so fast that you fell sideways onto the couch. You groaned when your head landed on the soft material- you were so tired out of a sudden. You stood up as well and went to grab your coat and scarf. You were suddenly attacked in a hug and you squealed in shock. Michael hugged you and said goodnight, then Ashton and Calum. “It was really nice to finally meet you Y/N! Look out for Luke for me, okay?” Said Calum and looked down at you. “Of course I will Calum.” You said and giggled. You all said your final goodbyes, and drove home.
It wasn’t a long car ride, yet long enough to fall asleep. You were woken up by a deep sigh. You looked up to see Luke’s stubble. Then down to see the ground moving. You then realised you were being carried. You rested your head back onto his chest, and fell back asleep.
You woke up the next morning at 9 am. The familiar feeling of Luke’s arm slung on your waist made you crack a little smile. You reached for your phone and went onto twitter and saw a fuck ton of new followers. What is going on? You thought to yourself.
You went through all the new notifications, and saw that Luke had mentioned you in a tweet. You pressed the link, and what you saw next almost made you cry tears of joy.
The tweet read:
My beautiful girlfriend, @Y/T/N, I love you.
Along with a picture of laying on your side in his bed.
You turned around with a broad smile spread across your lips. To your surprise, Luke was looking at you with those amazing eyes. “I love you too Luke” you said and cuddled further into his chest.
For the Bestfriend!5SOS blurb night with @5sosfan1020 you can always request and write something your self, just tag bsf!5sosBN and I -or her- can reblog and add it to our blurb night!!
“Ok, Y/N, truth or dare.” Michael asked you. You and the 5sos boys were playing truth or dare on the tour bus. This took place when the boys were on tour with One Direction. You were sitting close to Luke, your best friend, and Calum was about a foot away. You looked up at Michael who was sitting across from you and screamed out, “Dare! Bring it on!”
Michael chuckled and looked at you with a devilish grin. “Oh my god, don’t you dare Mikey.” Michael was definitely your seconds best friend in the group and he knew, oh he knew you had a thing for Luke. “I dare you to kiss Luke.”
Your face paled and you gave him a death glare. “Hmm, ok. Michael, I’ll do it. Come here Luke.” You turned around to face him and sat on his lap. His face flushed and you smiled at him. You lazily wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled. “Is this ok Luke? Are you ok with this?” You asked timidly.
He nodded his head and gulped. He put his hands on your waist and leaned closer to you. You smiled and leaned up to slowly attach your lips to his. You smiled into the kiss and put a little more movement into it. Luke was starting to relax, and had stopped tensing, which made it easier for you to take control.
You lightly dragged your tongue over his bottom lip. He opened his mouth and you inserted your tongue. The boys around you cheered and shouted. You detached yourself from Luke and sat down next to him, cuddled up. “Ok, you guys can shut up now.” Luke whined with a tint on his cheeks. You giggled and patted his cheeks. “Leave the boys alone Luke. I would have never had the balls to do that without their help.”
He looked over to you and sighed with a smile. “You’re right, I wouldn’t have done it either.” He laughed and placed his arm around your shoulder. You snuggled up closer to him and watched as the game continued on.
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It’s a few years down the line. You’re out getting dinner before heading back to the office. Luke is there with some friends. It’s amazing that you haven’t run into each each other until now, but you’d been busy with work, you threw yourself in head first.
He made his way towards you, and last you’d heard, he had a girlfriend, so you weren’t exactly wanting to talk to him.
“So… what made you change your mind?” Luke asked with a hesitation because he already knew that Calum going with Aleisha to the dance was the reason that you invited Luke as your date.
“Oh just… I don’t know, maybe us going out wouldn’t be the worst idea.” You answered with a shrug and a desperate glance around the school hallway. Neither Calum nor Aleisha were there which was a good thing. You had been avoiding both of them since Aleisha told you about the “great” news that she and Calum were going together.