#luke!blurb

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SingleFather!Luke and the rest of the boys were sitting in a booth at Calum’s favorite restaurant for dinner. It was nice for him to take a break from being a dad and see the boys. He didn’t get to see them as much considering he had to work and take care of Lana, but he made sure to text them about the daily activities. So the times that he did get to spend with them were always a joy.  As usual the boys were always interested to know what was happening in his life. “So… Hows the whole father thing going?” Michael asked from across the table, taking a fry off Luke’s plate. “Why do you ask me this every time? I literally tell you about everything that happens to me or Lala.” He laughed and pushed the plate towards his red haired friend. Lana was currently at her grandmother, Luke’s mum’s house. And as much as he missed having his daughter by his side, he didn’t have to worry about anyone–Michael–teaching his little princess swear words.–”I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU TAUGHT MY DAUGHTER TO SAY FUCK MICHAEL SHE IS 8 YEARS OLD!” “IM SORRY! I TRIPPED ON THE STAIR AND IT JUST CAME OUT!”–again.  “So do you guys think you can make it to Lana’s Graduation?” Luke asked. “Isn’t she like 11?” Calum asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Yeah, that’s why she’s graduating” He answered back confused as to why Calum was confused. “At 11?” Calum asked again “Dude she’s graduating from primary school, not totally graduating.” Michael said before punching him in the arm. “Ohh, that makes more sense. When is it?” Calum laughed as Luke glared at him, taking out his phone to check. “Next week Saturday at the school, and then we’re having a family dinner at mum’s that you’re all invited to.” he said smiling, Lana was growing up so quickly and Luke was excited to celebrate ever single achievement she accomplished. (A/N: lol that was shit)

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You first met 24-year-old Domestic!Luke, right before his daughter, Lana’s, 8th birthday. The two Hemmings were currently at the party store shopping for Lana’s party supplies. She had stated earlier that she wanted everything to be glittery, and Luke was not about to disappoint his daughter. ~~~~~ You could remember it like it was yesterday… It was your sister’s birthday and you had yet to buy everything for the party. As you walked into the store, there were hundreds of balloons lining the walls, and isles upon isles of different supplies. You headed towards the piñatas, because what’s a party without hitting a multi-colored paper machete donkey with a stick? As you were approaching the isle you could hear what sounded like crying. There in the middle of the isle was a little girl wearing a pink and white polka-dot dress, sitting down on the ground, bawling her eyes out. “Hey sweetie pie, are you alright?” you asked slowly approaching her. She didn’t answer you, instead choosing to cry louder. “Oh honey, It’s okay I won’t hurt you. Where’re you parents?” You tried again offering your hand to the little girl. She shrugged. “Okay lets go find them shall we?” You offered her your hand again. “I’m Lana.” she mumbled quietly before taking your hand, “That’s a beautiful name, I’m (Y/N).” you replied, looking around for a set of parents who looked like they were missing a child. You walked around down some isles for a few minutes before you heard a voice behind you. “LANA! THERE YOU ARE!” It shouted. She stopped dead in her tracks, let go of your hand, and ran straight towards the voice. When you turned around you were greeted with a boy–a very attractive boy– who was couched down, hugging little Lana. “Don’t do that again baby girl, you had me worried.” he cupped her cheeks as she nodded with a “sorry daddy.” When the boy stood up you noticed he was very tall. He grabbed Lana’s hand and started walking towards you. “Hi, sorry about that.” He said scratching the back of his neck. “Oh no, it’s fine, she’s so cute.” you replied. “Thanks, I’m Luke, and yeah, this is Lana.” he said, his cheeks turning a bit red, and sticking out his hand. “(Y/N)” you shook it, laughing as well. Within that small encounter, it was like something clicked between you two. You both exchanged numbers, and started hanging out a lot. Luke told you about his daughter, and soon you became one of his best friends, and Lana’s too. When Luke was working, you would often pick Lana up from school and take care of her until he was finished. Lana took a liking to you and would always steal you away from him when you were at their house. Little did you know, someone else with a name starting with an ‘L’ took a liking to you too.

(A/N: This is ChildPsychologyMajor!Luke so he’s not in the band. Check out the tag for Lana to read more!)

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Dad!Luke didn’t want to be out right now. It was 3 in the morning and all he wanted was to be in his comfy bed next to you. But instead you two were driving around town trying to get Mason to fall asleep. Again. This was the second time this week that he couldn’t fall asleep. You tried everything, changing his diaper, feeding him, Luke even sang to him. But none of that worked. As a last resort you two got into the car, buckled everyone in, and started to drive. You remembered once when you and Luke went on a long drive, the rocking, and the motion of the car had Mason out like a light. It worked last time, so you two decided to do it again. Luke was in the drivers seat as you sat next to your son who looked wide awake and ready to do anything. “Mase, Daddy and I are exhausted can you please go to sleep?” you begged. You looked at Luke through the rear view mirror, the bags under his eyes prominent. You two ended up driving for hours, only returning to your driveway when the sun was coming up. Luke turned off the engine and closed his eyes for a second before opening up his door and opening the back door where you were currently sitting. Or sleeping rather. “(Y/N)? Baby wake up we’re home.” He shook you slightly. “Carry me” you offered, not wanting to move. Luke sighed, “Okay, just wait here so I can put Mase in his room.” he went around to the other side of the car, unbuckling the carseat and bringing the–finally–sleeping 1 year old into the house and up into his room. When Luke came back outside to get you, you were knocked out. He smiled, you always looked peaceful when you slept. You were still asleep when he picked you up and closed the car door with your foot.  The last thing you remembered was Mason’s eyelids slowly falling, meaning you could go back home. But when you opened your eyes you were met with the sight of your softly snoring, sleeping husband, hair flat and messy, and who had what looked like a hotdog sticker stuck to his forehead.

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Dad!Luke loved that his children inherited his love of music. Aiden, Mason, and  Elena, had started playing instruments before they could even hold them. All three of them started off playing the guitar, but soon found their respected instrument. Luke was a bit offended when–at age 12–Aiden had picked up a bass instead of the guitar. He could remember it like it was yesterday, Aiden had come back from hanging out at with Calum and the first thing he said when he walked though the door was, “Look at this cool bass Uncle Cal gave me!” Luke wanted to kill Calum. “Look, it’s not my fault your kid wants to play the cool instrument. You can still have you family band.” Calum laughed into the phone when Luke called to complain about how he had “stolen” his son. Mason on the other hand was like his father. He was shy but once he was comfortable he would be the weirdest child ever. He loved singing and would take full advantage of the music studio downstairs that the band would use when they were building their next album. He would lock himself in there for hours, writing his own songs, singing and playing the guitar. Luke would often sit inside and listen to his son play and sing, giving little tips that others would give him when he was younger.  Elena was a different story. Sure, she played an instrument, but it was never an instrument that Luke thought one of his children would play. I mean the cello was kind of like a guitar right? Just stood up? “No dad, the cello is it’s own instrument.” Elena sighed as her father came into her room, interrupting her practice. “Sorry, it sounds really pretty Lena.” he smiled and left her room. At age 8 she had decided that she didn’t want to be like her brothers, she wanted her own instrument. And the day Luke took her to the music store, she had fallen in love with the sound of a bow on strings.

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HighSchool!Luke was the one you went to when you needed help on something. If you needed to find him and he wasn’t answering his text, he would usually be in the library either, reading, trying to finish his homework so he didn’t have any to do at home, or secretly playing games on his phone. This time it was the third.  “I need help.” you came up to his table, taking a seat to the left of him. “With?” he said not taking his eyes off his phone. “Math.” you sighed. When he finished the level of whatever he was playing he finally looked up at you. “Is it number 19 on tonights homework?” he grabbed his notebook and textbook out of his bag. “I finished it like 15 minutes ago and I got stuck on that one.” You jaw dropped open. You’d only finished math class half an hour ago and he was already done?? “How did you manage to finish it in 15 minutes?” he shrugged, before trying to explain the second question to you. “OH. That make so much more sense, thank you.” you said finally finishing the set of questions. “I try” he said smiling and putting his books back.

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Wedding!Luke - Planning “Chocolate or vanilla?” he asked as you walked to the cake store. Today you two were choosing your wedding cake and you couldn’t be more excited. “What about red velvet?” you hooked your arm in his as you two entered the small bakery that you would be spending the afternoon in. “You’re going to be wearing a white dress, what if it gets food on it.” he said thinking about the red dyed cake staining the expensive dress you would be wearing that day. “It would be your fault, considering we’re feeding each other the cake.” you laughed before waving down the owner for your cake consultation. “I like the pound cake but it’s a bit dense for a wedding cake don’t you think?” you asked turning to your future husband, whose cheek had royal icing on it. You wiped it off as he started laughing. “It’s so good.” he said, mouth full of the pound cake you had just sampled. “I’m so sorry, he really loves cake.” you apologized to the baker, who was trying to stifle a laugh at Luke. “I’m not. This cake is delicious.” he said cutting himself another slice. ~~~~~ You two had ended up with a three tier vanilla sponge cake covered in fondant with royal icing piped onto it. Luke on the other hand, ended up with a stomach ache because he ate the equivalent to a whole 10″ cake within the span of 2 hours.

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When ActingMajor!Luke was 6, he had been in about 50 commercials. By the age of 10 that number had grown to over 200. And by 13 Luke decided he wanted to become an actor. When he reached the age of 18 he had a lot of experience, some secondary characters, tens of plays, and many, many commercials. He often starred in FilmMajor!Ashton’s productions, and it was those productions that gave him the opportunity to sign with a huge acting company. Many of the teachers were proud that one of their students was achieving his dream. Though it was hard balancing school and his ever growing acting career, Luke powered through and by the age of 21 he had starred as the main character in 7 blockbuster movies. 

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Domestic!Luke was significantly taller than you. And honestly, it probably was your fault for asking him to hang the bathroom mirror. You two had just moved into your new home after getting married and your mum had brought over a new mirror for your bathroom. And you asked Luke and Calum to put it up because you were unpacking some of your dishes in the kitchen. ~~~~~ “Luke!” you shouted from the bathroom. You nothing at first, but all of a sudden there were bounding footsteps coming down the hall. “What’s wrong?! Are you okay?!” he shouted as he got to the doorway. “I’m fine, but do you see what’s wrong here?” you asked him as he looked confused. “I left my toothbrush on the sink?” it ended as more of a question than a statement. “Nope, try again.” you answered back. “he shrugged his shoulder. You pointed to the mirror without turning around. “I can only see my forehead.” you stated. He and Calum forgot to take into account how tall they were and how tall you weren’t. “Sorry, I’ll call him and get him to help me bring it down a tomorrow.” he apologized before going back to what he was doing before you called him.