#drunk!luke

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6 May 2017

[talkfastromance4]

could you do a blurb with luke where luke and reader are at a bar and reader is with her friends while luke is sitting at the bar. reader goes to get a drink and luke is a little buzzed and is just telling everyone around him how much he loves reader and when she walks up he's like "GUYS THIS IS HER"

It’s been a while since you and Luke went out for some drinks and a good time with your friends. You’d all ordered a round of the bar’s very best appetizers. Drinks and laughter and memories were being made and when The Wobble song came on, you and a few girlfriends sprinted to the small dancefloor. 

Luke leans against the bar with his back, beer bottle held loosely in his fingertips as he watches you move and laugh to the music. He loves seeing you let loose and have such a fun time instead of being exhausted from work. 

“I love Y/N so much, don’t you?” he asks your friend but before they can say anything he continues on, “well, you don’t love her as much as I do. No one does. Look at her dance.”

He continues to talk about you to anyone within earshot. He’s listing off all the things he loves. 

Your smile. Your eyes. Your laugh. Your height compared to his. 

Michael groaned whenever he commented on how cute your laugh was.

“You’ve already told me this five times in less than two minutes,” Michael sighs and downs a shot. 

When the few songs you danced too made you warm, you went back to the bar to order another drink.

“Oi, it’s her!” Luke exclaims and covers his large body over yours, it almost makes you topple over. 

“Yeah, it’s me,” you giggle patting his forearms lovingly. 

“Hear her laugh? Mike! MIKE! Did you hear?” Luke drunkenly slurs swaying you both from side to side. 

“Yes, fuck Luke will you shut up already?” Michael laughs.

“What are you bugging him about?” you poke Luke’s nose and he scrunches his face cutely. 

“I’m just talking about how cute you are, lovie,” he mumbles and gives you a sloppy, yet sweet kiss.

“They hate that.”

“I don’t care, you’re my special girl. It’s no different from when I write songs about you.”

You soften at his words and hug him the best you can while he’s behind you, kissing the back of his hand, smiling on his skin.

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You don’t need keys to drive me crazy and stop being so cute with Luke.

Thank you anon! I’ve already done a ‘stop being so cute’ with Luke which you can find here. Therefore I focused on the first quote for this blurb for you 💗 I hope you enjoy it!

B34 “You don’t need keys to drive me crazy”

Tipsy Luke was always fun to behold.

You’d enjoyed all of his dorky dancing and his loud laughing at things that weren’t funny, throughout the party. You weren’t exactly feeling sober yourself but Luke was slightly more worse for ware. All in all the night had been fun and you’d been pretty sad to leave when it the party was over.

Luckily, your drunk boyfriend was making the cab ride home much more entertaining than you’d expected. He’d already begged the driver to “play some classic rock tunes, please mate!” Your boyfriend had Then proceeded to encourage you and the poor driver to sing along with him as enthusiastically as possible to ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’.

After the song had ended Luke had flopped back in his seat, panting like he’d just ran a marathon. “I wanna dance some more…” He giggled, glancing over at you in the near darkness, his blue eyes sparkling happily. “Shall we go to a club.”

You shook your head defiantly, reaching across the seat separating you from Luke to hold his hand. “I wanna get home and into my pyjamas so that I can cuddle with you for the rest of the weekend.”

Even in the very dim light you could see Luke’s lips curve into a cheeky smirk. “You want just cuddles?” He asked, raining an eyebrow sceptically. “Or can I interest you in more lovin’ from the hemmotron?”

Even in your inebriated state, Luke’s nickname for himself made you cringe. You scoffed, leaning over to jab him softly in the ribs. “If you call yourself that again I’m dumping you!”

Luke pouted dramatically. “But I thought you loved it when I called myself that?”

You wrinkled your nose in distaste and shook your head. “Nah… Luke works just fine.”

Huffing indignantly, Luke turns to stare out of the window. “I want a cool, sexy nickname.”

“Well hemmotron isn’t cool or sexy, babe.” You replied honestly. “I really think that we should stick to more generic pet names like ‘babe’, ‘love’ and ‘sweetheart’. Don’t you?”

Luke gave an exaggerated sigh as he nodded. “Fine!” He conceded, “I can live with that as long as you tell me that flirting and my chat up lines are still good.”

Before you could reply the cab driver interrupted your conversation, insisting that Luke give him a sample of some of his best lines.

Your boyfriend seemed thoroughly delighted by the enquiry. You on the other hand, having obviously heard a lot of Luke’s flirting in the past, were not so happy with the request at all.

“Well I have a lot!” Luke announced giddily. “Here are some of my best ones…”

You hid your face behind your hand as Luke proceeded to list some of his most embarrassing pick up lines.

The cab driver seemed utterly entertained but you were practically dying of second-hand embarrassment.

When the car finally pulled up outside your house, you leaped out as quickly as possible, hastily thanking the driver before heading up the driveway towards your front door. You signed as you realised that Luke had the keys front door keys.

It took your tipsy boyfriend a few more minutes to finish his conversation with the driver and stumble up the path.

“Come on, Hemmings.” You sighed impatiently as Luke stopped to admire a snail making it’s way slowly across the paving stones of your drive. “I’m freezing over here!”

“But look at him!” Luke grinned, pointing at the little snail delightedly. “He’s so cute! Should get him some leaves from that bush? Do snails eat leaves?”

You rolled your eyes at him as you shrugged. “You can google it when we get inside!”

“Oh yeah, google!” Luke exclaimed as though the search engine was new revelation. “I’ll do that!”

“Luke!” You urged, wrapping your arms around yourself to protect your bare arms from the late night chill. “I’m cold and you have the keys…”

Your boyfriend looked over at you guiltily before telling the snail that he’ll be back with food for it in a little bit. He ambled over, rummaging in his pockets for his keys. “I’m sorry, babe.” He giggled. “I forgot you didn’t have your key!”

You waited another few moments as Luke pulled out his key and fumbled with it in the lock. When he finally managed to open the door he yelled triumphantly as he stood aside to let you in first.

Once you’d kicked off your shoes you told Luke to go to the living room before locking up the front door yourself, not trusting your boyfriend to do it in his tipsy state.

When your house was securely locked up you traipsed into the living room to find Luke shrugging off his jacket and throwing it over the armchair.

“I’ll put your keys on this little table.” You informed your boyfriend as you continue on into the kitchen, intent upon pouring a couple of glasses of water.

“That reminds me of my favourite chat up line!” Luke grinned excitedly as he followed you. “Wanna hear it?”

You really didn’t but Luke’s excited expression made it impossible for you to refuse. “Sure, Lukey.” You smiled fondly as you grabbed two glasses from the cupboard.

Luke wrapped his long arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder as he whispered. “You don’t need keys to drive me crazy, babe.”

The undeniable love in his voice made the line borderline acceptable and you smiled genuinely before pecking a kiss to his cheek. “I could definitely say the same to you, Hemmotron. You drive me both kinds of crazy.”

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[the5sosfanfiction]

“It’s fucking hot, the bar open to a small courtyard. Rum is heavy on his tongue and Luke is absolutely trashed. He can feel his hair matted to his head with sweat. Long legs tangling underneath him as he attempts to make his way back from the restroom, he crashes to the side, talking a good few barstools with him. He erupts into giggles as the people around him stare. The feeling of his shirt beginning to stick to the grimy floor beneath him only spurs him on to laugh harder.”

[comebacknow]

More drunk!luke

[clumsy-hood]

i feel like drunk!luke would be the type of guy who - when you’d drag him out of some pub or club and end up taking a cab back to your place - would be laughing and pressing a crooked finger to your lips whilst shushing you, his eyes bloodshot and breath reeking of tequila, but during the entire trip ‘home’ he’d be giggling whilst attempting to whisper his little ‘secret’ to you about how much he loves you - even if it was literally your two year anniversary that night.

[sincerelymgc-blog]

my goal in life is to get wasted with 5sos and sing bohemian rhapsody at drunk karaoke

[cutevirgo]

ok but drunk luke not understanding his height and weight and tries to climb onto you like a koala so you dont leave his side when you try to get him to go to bed or go to the bathroom. he keeps trying to hang onto you and nuzzle his head into your neck but hes a fucking giraffe not a koala so you both end up on the floor where he continues to be a koala