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Luke Bond feat. Tyler Graves - Left Of Us (Official Music Video)

Luke Bond feat. Tyler Graves - Left Of Us (Official Music Video) ▶ https://ARMD1489.lnk.to/LOUYA Listen the Armada Music Top 100 playlist: https://ArmadaMusicTop100.lnk.to/PLYA Subscribe to the Armada Music YouTube channel: http://bit.ly/SubscribeArmada With fluttering synths, thrilling chord progressions and Tyler Graves’ angelic vocals, Luke Bond sets the tone for yet another blistering production that pounds like a jackhammer. Built out with smacking snare drums and a melody no soul can withstand, ‘Left Of Us’ is so wildly energetic there’ll only be ruined dance floor left when the dust settles. Connect with Armada Music ▶https://www.instagram.com/armadamusic ▶https://www.facebook.com/armadamusic ▶https://www.twitter.com/armada ▶https://www.soundcloud.com/armadamusic ▶https://www.armadamusic.com #ArmadaMusic #LukeBond #LeftOfUs #BeFree #BeBeautiful #BeYOU #BeLOVE #BedlamFoundry #IAmBedlam #EDM #LukeBondfeat. Tyler Graves - Left Of Us (Official Music Video) #LukeBondLeft Of Us #LukeBond #TylerGraves #LeftOfUs Music Video #LeftOfus

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peterpan! luke showing up at your window at the same time every night to tell you about neverland and whatever mischief the lost boys had been getting into and when its time for him to leave he lingers on your window seal with a frown on his face whispering “I wish you’d come with me.” but he knew you wouldn’t, you couldn’t leave your home no matter how badly you wished to experience neverland just once. and suddenly his visits would become further and further apart until one day they just stopped and you couldn’t help but wait up for him. staying awake until the sun began to creep up from behind the clouds. this went on for a week straight before you finally gave up hope. you had almost forgotten about him until the night before your 18th birthday when a knock at your window ripped you from your slumber. you’d stare at him through the glass before slowly opening the window and hed swoop in, settling himself next to you on the window seat. he looked the same, blond hair laying flat and slightly curled, his blue eyes bright and charming, his pixie nose scrunching up when you pulled at the green fabric of his shirt. “you stopped coming.” you say, taking in his rosy cheeks and porcelain skin. “i know.” you stay silent, waiting for him to say something else. “tomorrow's your birthday.” “tomorrow’s my birthday.” he’d give you a sad smile. “i know you aren’t gonna change your mind but, i thought i’d give you another chance..” you’d watch him adjust his hat and brush his bangs off his face. “you know my answer.” he’d nod at this, kissing your cheek and climbing out your window and onto the roof just outside of it. “well, i guess this is goodbye for good.” the sun was about to rise soon, the sky changing hues from black to blue. “i guess it is.” he nods, his eyes growing wide before he raises his hand to pull the red feather from his hat. he offers it to you and you graciously take it. “just remember, second star to the right and straight on till morning.” and then he was gone.

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Yo write a blurb thingy about fratboy!luke please

okay so imagine playing drunken strip poker with fratboy! Luke down in the basement of his frat house and it’s just the two of you sitting across from each other at this small poker table and he’s all cocky and shit, saying that the rules are “extremely important, you lose, you get naked, no buts.” and things like “you ready to lose babygirl?” and “im the poker king, I’ll have you naked in the blink of an eye” but little does Lukey know that you’re a pro at poker thanks to your brother or uncle or whoever and you’d let him get you down to you bra and panties before whipping out your skills and before you know it he’s down to his boxers and laying down a straight, smirking bc he thinks he won, but when you slap down a flush and cross your arms over your chest his face literally falls and his cheeks become bright pink and you’re cockily saying “well go on. get naked, Lukey.” and he plays with his waistband for a couple seconds before going “you know what why dont we just-” but youre standing up and walking over to him, shaking your finger at him. “thats not the rules Luke and the rules are extremely important to you, remember?” and you hook your fingers on his waistband and tug at them and Luke is dying at this point bc 1: he’s majorly turned on, and 2: he’s not completely sure whats going on, but you put your hand on the back of his neck pulling him to you and placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before trailing your lips up to his ear and whispering “so are you gonna take them off or should i?” and, well, he’s ripping the boxers of his legs as soon as the words leave your mouth 

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for shybabyluke, i love u ali (-:

whenever Luke came home from tour there would always be about four nights where he’d stay up till the crack of dawn before making his way to bed. the time differences had always taken a toll on Luke’s inner clock, leaving him unable to sleep or unable to stay awake. but no matter how much you pressed for him to just take something to help him, Luke was determined to get back on track naturally. unfortunately for you, this left you alone in your big bed at midnight, tossing and turning because the bed just wasnt as comfortable without Luke beside you. after relentless tossing, you sat up in bed, running a hand through your hair and looking towards the open bedroom door, a faint light casting shadows down the hallway along with the soft strumming of a guitar. silently you stood from the bed, pulling the hem of Luke’s green tee-shirt down against your thighs at the chill in the air as you padded out of your bedroom and down the hall towards Luke’s little makeshift studio. poking your head around the corner you found Luke sitting on the couch, his hair sticking up in random places and his tired, stubble covered face peering down at the guitar sat in his lap as he strummed a few cords before stopping and scribbling into the little black book that sat on the couch cushion next to him. it didn’t take long for him to notice your presence, offering you a soft smile as he laid his guitar down and opened his arms up for you to cuddle into. he pulled you into his warmth, letting your head fall against his shoulder as he ran his warm hands up and down your legs to warm you up. “what are you doing up still, baby?” he’d ask when you yawned and placed a small kiss against his neck. “i couldn’t sleep without you next to me, Lukey.” you’d whine and he’d stare at you with such love, leaning in to kiss your forehead and cheek before pulling you down to lay with him on the couch, his sweatpants clad legs tangling with your bare ones as you cuddled against his chest. “I miss cuddling you s’all.” at this Luke would pull you tighter against him, nuzzling his nose into the side of your face as he left little kisses on the apple of your cheekbone while he whispered “I’m so sorry, baby girl. you won’t sleep alone anymore, i promise.”  

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for mariah

imagine Luke coming home from tour and being super super excited to see you, his supportive wife, and his two year old mini me. he’d walk into the house, dropping his bags on the floor by the door, even tho he knows you hate that, and calling out for you. he hears your cooing and the sound of little feet running but as soon as your little boy turned the corner and spotted this tall stranger standing in front of the door he froze. Luke would smile and call out “hey there buddy, come give daddy a hug” but your little boys lip would start to quiver and he’d run and hide behind your legs because he didn’t recognize Luke and this would just kill Luke and you watched as his face fell and his eyes widened, stuttering a “h-he doesn’t remember me?” and you’d kneel down, bring your little boy from behind you and rubbing his belly as you asked him “baby thats daddy. you remember daddy, don’t you sweetie?” and your little one would shake his head and rub his wet eyes with tiny clenched fists and Luke would just be watching with this pained, defeated look on his face as tears soaked into his plain black shirt. you two would eat dinner and settle on the couch, your little boy wrapped up in your arms seeing as he wouldn’t leave your side and it’d be almost bed time and Luke would be sitting on the floor with his guitar, just lazily strumming until he just started playing the lullaby he wrote for his son when he was still just a small bump under your shirt and your little boys eyes would pop open at the sound, his bright blue eyes, just like his daddy’s, sparkling as she crawled out of your lap and off the couch, walking over to his daddy with his thumb in his mouth before plopping down on the floor next to Luke and touching the guitar strings. Luke, shocked and no longer playing the song, watches his mini me tap one of the strings evoking a low chord before he giggles happily and smiles at Luke saying “daddy play” and Luke would get so happy, looking between you and your little one, asking him “do you want daddy to play your song?” and your son would smile and clap his hands repeating “daddy play song.” and Luke would just excitedly fumble to start playing, so happy he felt like crying because his son finally remembered.   

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32 with luke! :-)

It was quiet in the darkness of your living room, the only light coming from the flashing light of the television that played some movie Luke didn’t even care about anymore, even if he was the one who begged you to watch it. No, all Luke cared about was the beautiful girl laying next to him with her feet draped over his lap, something that he didn’t let anyone do. Anyone but you. 

He watched you smile at the tv, your cheeks wet from the silent tears you shed during a sad scene. Any other night and Luke would have been relentless with teasing you about it, but tonight all he could do was watch you wipe them away with his sweatshirt sleeve and bite your lip to hold back a sad laugh. 

He’d never tell you this, but whenever you watched anything with him he always ended up watching you and your reactions. Luke didn’t think much about it at first until Michael asked him about it. It was then that Luke realized that maybe this wasn’t a normal thing. Watching your best friend so intently couldn’t be normal, and to be honest it was bordering on creepy. And even though it happened so often, you never seemed to notice and Luke thought that maybe that was best. 

He wasn’t supposed to feel like this over you. Wasn’t supposed to hold on for a minute or two longer then necessary whenever he hugged you. Wasn’t supposed to think about the way your soft skin felt against his. Wasn’t supposed to think about you at night when he was alone in his bed. 

And Luke couldn’t help thinking that it should have felt weird, all these feelings he had for you, but it didn’t. It didn’t feel weird when he kissed your cheek and it didn’t feel weird when he daydreamed about his lips pressed to yours. It just felt… right. 

You laugh beside him, your sweater paw covering your mouth as your glassy eyes focused on the movie playing. Luke thought you looked beautiful right now, your hair a mess and falling over the arm of the couch, your cheeks flushed and slightly red from wiping at them. Luke wanted to kiss you. Wanted to hold you. Wanted you. And Luke couldn’t just let you live another second without knowing how he felt. So he decided to bite the bullet, no matter how it could turn out. 

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

His words don’t register with you at first, but when they finally do you don’t act. You just sit there and Luke feels like he’s gonna throw up or pass out or, shit, maybe both. He can’t believe he just did that. He just ruined your friendship. He hated himself, felt like smacking himself for thinking you’d feel the same. But then suddenly you’re siting up and leaning close to his face and all his senses are overwhelmed by you. Everything is you. 

“It’s about damn time, Luke. I thought I was gonna be an old lady with blue hair before you finally spoke up.” 

And then you’re kissing him and he’s so shocked that he doesn’t do anything at first until realization sets in and he’s pulling you onto his lap and his fingers are everywhere. Your hips, your back, your hair, your cheeks. He holds onto you like his life depends on it and when you break the kiss to lean your forehead against his, he’s whining and panting and trying to get you to kiss him again because fuck, that was the best kiss he’s ever had. 

“I’m certain that I’m in love with you, Luke.” You giggle as he kisses your cheeks. 

“I can’t fucking believe this, oh my god.” He gapes, taking a break and resting his head back on the couch. “Why did you torture me this long?” 

“Mike said that you should be the one to say it first. Something about it helping you or something.” 

He groans but his hands trail up and down your spine, feeling every curve of your body. “I hate Mike.” 

You kiss his neck, enjoying the shaky gasp for air he lets out and the tight grip he has on your waist. “Lukey, why are we talking about Michael right now?” You ask, meeting his eyes in the dark of the room. 

“I don’t even know…. can we kiss again?” He asks and you laugh, nodding your head and smiling into the hungry kiss he places on your lips. 

Luke was elated. Luke was on top of the world. Luke finally had you.  

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5 with luke for your bestest favorite friend 💖

(we’ve talked about jealous luke before mariah. im going there)

Luke fumes silently, his jaw clenched and his nails digging into his palms. He knows the game, knows all the plays, knows that that guy watching you dance is gonna swoop in at any moment. Knows that he’s gonna put his hands on you. Knows that you’ll tell him to fuck off. But this is where things get scrambled. They either leave or try it again. And the more they try the hard it gets for Luke to hold back his anger; something he tries so hard to not show you.

Luke tosses back a shot just as the guy watching you goes in for the kill. He slams the glass down on the bar as he watches the stranger slink up behind you, his hands instantly finding your hips. Luke watches as your eyes pop open, turning quickly to push the stranger away from you. It’s only when the stranger bounce back towards you, wrapping his arms around you as you smack him away that the tight coil in Luke’s brain snaps. 

He’s across the room and next to you as quick as possible, pushing the stranger away with a heavy hand to his chest. 

“She doesn’t want to dance with you.” Luke growls, watching out of the corner of his eye as you move close to him. He can see just how uncomfortable you are and all he wants is to get you out of here. But the stranger has other plans.

“Wait a minute, are you jealous? Jealous that the pretty girl wants me and not your pubescent ass?”

Luke chuckles darkly. “Actually, mate, the pretty girl already has me so I suggest you back the fuck off before you really regret it.”

The stranger swallows hard, looking between you and Luke before tossing his hands up in surrender. 

“Whatever. She’s not fucking worth it anyway.”  He mutters before he starts backing away. 

Luke goes to lunge at him, maybe break his smug face over that comment, but the feeling of your hand wrapped around his wrist pulls him back to reality. 

He takes a deep breath to compose himself before turning around and smiling at you. 

“How about we get out of here? Go get some ice cream, yeah?” He suggests and you nod, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his cheek sweetly before he leads you out of the cramped  club and down the bright city streets in a search for ice cream.