#lukeblurb

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Best Years

The breeze felt cold against Luke’s rosy cheeks as he stared at the city lights, bottle of whiskey in his hand ready to warm him up. He watched the people walk along the pavement; watched the seemingly small cars drive down congested motorways; watched the traffic lights change from green to red to green again; watched the restaurants and shops close down for the night. He watched everyone else live their normal and mundane lives; wondering what the hell he had been doing with his for the past few months. He turned away from the window with a defeated sigh, taking a couple steps forwards before crashing down on his king-sized bed. He watched the whiskey spill onto her side of the duvet too.

‘Her side.’ Luke mentally scolded himself for thinking that, knowing well that both sides now belonged to him. The green mug she just always had to have for her morning coffee, his. The bright paintings she had excitedly bought to decorate and bring life to the apartment’s walls, his. The striped cushion on the sofa that she often held against her chest, silently claiming it as her own, his. And despite all of the times he had reminded himself over and over that she was gone, he couldn’t stop thinking of their lives as intertwined.

Petunia padded into the room and climbed onto the bed, settling her body beneath the arm he had raised for her to do so. Luke stroked her back in hopes to bring her the comfort she so effortlessly brought him. He was grateful for Petunia. He grabbed her pillow, slightly disappointed because it no longer carried the sweet scent of her coconut shampoo, and rested beneath his head for comfort. Petunia nuzzled herself against him, earning a kiss to the top of her head.

The apartment was silent and Luke hated it. He missed the noise that came with her. Her footsteps around the house; the loud chatter from the tv shows she used to watch in the living room, claiming she needed to be able to hear the most subtle of sounds to get the full experience of the scene. Her laughter down the hallway. Her voice telling him to dance with her in the kitchen. Instead, all he could hear was the traffic coming from the window he had forgotten to shut.

Luke finally got up to close it, fed up of the cold he was letting into his home. He grabbed his phone to play a song, any song, to finally rid the room of the silence that tormented him. In a moment of rash irrationality, Luke found himself dialing her number instead. The palms of his hands felt clammier by the second as he listened to the phone ring repeatedly. His chest filled with a nervous swarm of butterflies as he heard her voice tell him to ‘leave a message after the beep,’ the first time he had heard her speak in the year he had spent without her.

“Uh, hi. It’s Luke,” he said softly, awkwardly, not knowing how to act after spending so many months away from her. “I know that it’s really late and that you hate me but I was calling because I miss you. I miss you so fucking much and I just want to be with you. I want to be with you in the mornings when you’re pissed off at the concept of time. I want to be with you in the evenings when you’re drunk on just two glasses of wine. I want to hold your hair when you drink too much, I want to carry you home when you’re too tired to stand up. I want to buy you roses or sunflowers or both. I want to chase behind you as we race towards the shore. I want to travel the world with you. And I want to kiss you - oh god, you’ve got no idea how much I yearn to kiss those lips of yours again. I want to love you, I want to marry you, I want to have that family we once talked about with you. Three kids that I can love as much as I love you. I want to hold your hand while we’re growing up. I know you’ve got a million reasons to hesitate because I gave you a million reasons to walk away, but baby, please, take me back,” Luke begged into the phone, hands desperately clutching the device as though she’d be able to feel the extent of his despair. “Take me back, please, I’ll give you the best years.”

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Come Get Y’all Juice

I had to make it this title I’m so sorry 😂

Word count: 1,121

Fluff w/ an ounce of angst- mainly fluff.

(gif not mine, creds to owner)

The sun started to peak in at the little crack in the curtains. I heard Piggy running into the room and I giggle a little at her paws being so loud. I look over to see Luke still asleep, he was on his stomach and his head was turned toward me; his breathing was a little loud and the curls fell on his face.

I put on some jogging pants and one of Luke’s shirts. I brush my teeth quickly and throw my hair in a bun. “C’mon Piggy, let's go get some breakfast for daddy.” I say as we go down the stairs, I grab her leash and we head out of the door.

I was lucky to live in LA with Luke because there are juice stores that allow (friendly) dogs inside because they don’t cause disturbances when they come in. Plus, the store is so fast for getting everything made that there’s no time for the dogs to act out.

“Piggy, you look so happy.” I say as I aide her in getting in the car. She was panting and her tongue was stuck out sideways. She licks my hands quickly and then I close the door. I run around and get in the driver seat, I back out and drive into town.

“Piggy, here’s your daddy and uncles on the radio.” I turn the radio up a little as Youngblood played. She wasn’t even phased because she was staring out the window intensely.

When I put the car in park she finally looked over to me, I walk around and help her out. She continued to trot inside like the little princess she is. I grabbed Luke’s favorite morning bowl that had all the fruits he loved. I grabbed the stress reliever and energy boosting juices for the both of us.

The girl on the register recognized me and asked for a picture of the three of us (that meant petunia ofc) and I happily obliged but also apologized for looking like trash.

She hands me the sack of our items and I let Petunia lead the way back to the car. She looked so happy to be out so I take her to the park that’s a mile from our house.

She rolled in the grass for a while and expected tummy rubs, but once more dogs showed up she was ready to go.

I help her in the car and finish the drive to our house. I grab the bag and get a hold on her leash, we both were glad to be back home at this point. When I walked in I could see Luke pacing the living room, Petunia automatically bounces her way over to him. I saw him pulling at his curls so it must’ve been important.

I quickly put everything on the coffee table, I grab his arm softly. “Luke babe, what’s wrong?” I ask and he sniffles. Fuck, I hated to see him cry, it always ended up making me cry. He doesn’t say anything and turns his back on me.

“Lu, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what has gotten into you.” I sooth and he just shudders a little. Petunia licks at his exposed legs and she seems to know that something is up too.

He continued to stay quiet so I did the only thing I knew he likes when he is like this: I wrap my arms around him tightly, resting my head against the space in between his shoulder blades. I slowly start to feel the shuddering come to a halt and he slowly turns around.

His eyes were brimmed with tears and looked drastically red, it hurt my heart to seem him so shook up. “Baby, please just talk to me.” I plead and guide him to sit on the couch with me.

“I had a nightmare that you left me and ended up taking Piggy with you, so when I woke up to an empty bed with no Piggy padding around, I felt so lost. Like my nightmare was coming true because I knew that you weren’t coming back.” He spoke with such a low voice that I hardly caught all that he said.

“Luke I would never leave you like that nor would I take your dog. I am sorry that I didn’t at least leave a note but you were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t even want to wake you up at all. You looked so cute and sound asleep. So, I went into town to get us some breakfast and took Piggy to the park for about 10 minutes.” I explain where I was at and he rubbed his tears away on his long-sleeved shirt.

He seemed to understand and process what I was saying, I caught him looking at the bag that clearly states what store I went to.

I grab his face and push a few stay curls out of his eyes, then wiped the rest of the tears off. “Lu, you know I love you more than anything and I never meant to make you scared. I am so sorry that you had a nightmare and I wasn’t here to help. I love you, babe.” I rubbed his cheeks softly and he engulfed me in a big hug.

“You said I look cute when I sleep.” He mumbles into my neck and I roll my eyes. “After all that I have said, that is what you picked up on?” I question and he chuckles into my neck; his stubble causing me to laugh because it was ticklish. “I heard everything you said and I appreciate you so dearly. I’m sorry to make you worry and to be stressed out over me.” He mutters back.

“Welllll,” I exaggerate as I lean forward to get the bag, “I brought drinks just for that.” I finish and hand him the stress reliever juice.

“Hm, you know me so well.” He hums out and put the drink in the bag again. I start to scrunch up my nose in confusion but then soon let out a squeal when he threw me over his shoulder. “Let me down this instant.” I proclaim while giggling. “Nope, I didn’t get a proper morning cuddle when I awoke, so we will drink juice and cuddle all fucking morning.” He started up the stairs and I can feel my heart rate pick up in fear as he effortlessly carried me.

He throws me on the bed and quickly runs to his side. “Ah, so much better.” He sipped his juice and pressed me against him. I looked up to see him satisfied and it made everything so much better.

[cahsualty-blog]

A lil thing I made a few minutes ago

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idk if you’re still doing it t comforting kisses with luke 🥺 ?

The apartment seemed oddly silent for a Thursday night, Luke noted, kicking off his shoes at the door. He tended to come home to you watching TV in the living room, class notes and textbooks spread out on the small coffee table, a cup of tea in your hands. Sometimes he was greeted with the sound of you singing in the shower, the music and running water not managing to conceal your voice entirely. Not that you knew. Instead he was met with silence.

He knew for a fact you were home, for your slippers were missing from the shoe rack and light was peeking underneath your bedroom door. And yet, the house felt empty. Desolate. Alone.

Luke quietly approaches the bedroom, slowly pushing open the door and peeking his head in. Your head snapped towards the door at the sudden noise, face looking stricken for a moment as you realised it was Luke. He was shocked at the state he found you in; shoulders shaking, cheeks wet.

“Baby,” he murmured quietly, taken aback by your tearful face. Hearing his broken voice made your bottom lip quiver, face crumpling up as hot tears resumed their journey. You had barely reached your hand out for Luke before he was rushing to kneel in front of you. His uncertain hands moved to lace with yours, thumbs softly stroking the back of them as he pulled one up to his lips to press kisses to your knuckles. They then travelled up to your cheeks, gently brushing away the tears that continued to fall. Cradling your face in his hands, Luke started placing various soft yet quick kisses to your lips and cheeks, murmuring “it’s okay” and “I’m here” between each peck. This only made you cry more, overwhelmed by the amount of love you felt at that moment. Luke’s brows could only furrow in confusion at your reaction to his comforting kisses, until you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to hold your boyfriend tightly against your chest.

You were grateful for him.

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luke goes to michael with advice on his proposal to you because he gets all nervous and afraid you won’t like what he has planned

it would’ve been the day before your little escapade to your dream destination, a small holiday for luke and you to spend time together making memories of discovering something new. he called michael over for a chat as soon as you hit the shops for some last minute prep, the man seeking to relieve some doubts that were eating his mind from the inside out. michael found luke on the bedroom floor surrounded by a sea of scattered clothes, ready to be packed into empty suitcases. “what’s all this?” michael asked confused, not expecting to find his friend preparing to travel. “y/n and i are going on holiday tonight, a spur of the moment thing,” luke shrugged, getting up from the floor. michael smiled at his words, following the blonde to the kitchen. “that’s great,” he confessed, watching luke grab two beers from the fridge, “i hope you guys have fun. what am i here for though?” “i kind of need some advice,” luke murmured, opening each bottle before handing one to mike. “anything.” luke’s hand reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box that made michael’s eyes widen in surprise. he laughed as mike instantly engulfed him in a massive bear hug as he yelled his congratulations, the two almost losing their balance. “honestly, mate, i’m so fucking happy for you.” “y/n hasn’t even said yes yet,” luke countered, although he was unable to wipe off the wide grin from his face. michael rolled his eyes playfully as he took a swig of the beer. “do you need advice on how to propose then?” “kind of?” luke replied, pitch raising in uncertainty before sighing defeatedly, “i just, i want it to be perfect. i don’t want y/n to hate what i’ve got planned because then it’ll seem like i don’t know basic things such as what they do and don’t like which will make them say no because then clearly we’re not suited for each other if i can’t get important things right,” luke rambled, his apprehensive state clearly evident in his tone. “well, do you know what y/n likes?” “i don’t know,” luke sighed, running his fingers through his curls, “y/n’s given hints at what they want and don’t want over the years when we’re watching a film and someone proposes, but i don’t know if today y/n changed their mind completely and suddenly wants the completely opposite,” he explained frustratedly. “luke, mate, breathe,” said michael, placing a comforting hand on his back. “it’s all going to be okay. you love y/n, y/n loves you, and that’s all that matters. honestly, i was just as scared when i was going to propose to crystal. i had the whole big thing planned out and i was so scared she wouldn’t like it, and leave me there on one knee looking like a fool. but later on that night, do you know what she said when i asked her what she thought of it? she said she didn’t care about what way i proposed, just about the fact that the person she loved most wanted to spend the rest of their life with her. so go out there, have fun on holiday and propose in whatever way feels right because at the end of the day, that shiny diamond ring is going to end up on y/n’s finger regardless,” michael smiled encouragingly. luke nodded his head, releasing a deep breath to calm down his nerves. he was quick to shove the box back into his pocket when you came home, walking straight into the kitchen. “you alright boys?” you greeted, sensing the odd atmosphere surrounding them. “better than ever,” luke assured, pecking your lips to greet you. “better than ever.”

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(i accidentally sent this as a message lmao) but can you do a blurb w luke where you guys have a lazy day. like making food, watching movies with pillow forts, pillow fights, and lots of cuddles. all fluff & get my uwu’s going

waking up late in the morning with his arm still wrapped over your shoulder, mess of golden curls shielding his eyes from the sun that peaked through the blinds. he’d roll closer to press a kiss to your shoulder before breathing out a raspy “morning baby.” you’d cuddle in bed for ages, limbs tangled as you took in the feeling of being so devoted to each other. hunger would kick in eventually, the two of you shuffling lazily out of the bedroom into the kitchen. it was late enough for lunch so you decided to whip up a quick meal. only luke can’t cook for shit. like, we’re talking about the man who microwaved eggs once, there’s no hope for the guy. but pasta isn’t too hard so he’d be boiling the pasta while you made the sauce, your playlist playing through the speakers. you’d smile hearing his angelic voice, luke grinning back at you and pulling out his hand. you’d take it with a smile and he’d twirl you around and you’d spin him and you’d both be dizzily dancing around the kitchen all happy and in love, laughter overpowering the music. you’d ask him to set up a film on the tv while you finished off the sauce, eyes widening in surprise when you saw he had built a pillow fort in the living room for you both. he’d sit there with a shy smile and pat the space next to him for you to sit. “i feel nine again,” you chuckled, settling down beside him. you’d watch a movie neither of you had seen before while eating spaghetti, only the film would get a little boring and homeboy would grab a pillow and smack you in the face with it??? you hit him back bc you’re not just gonna take it, initiating a pillow fight that seemed to last forever. “i love you,” he grinned suddenly, letting go of the pillow to grab you by the cheeks and kiss you lovingly. you’d laugh against his lips when he let your bodies fall back onto the sofa. “i love you too,” you’d tell him, finger caressing the stubble on his jaw. he’d capture your lips again, hand softly stroking your back and you’d swear to god you had never felt more content than right here right now

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you & luke get matching tattoos & it’s his first tattoo but not yours

“i’m scared,” luke admitted, wiping his clammy hands on his jeans. “i can barely get a jab, why did i think this was a good idea,” he chuckled nervously. you laughed softly and placed your hand onto his shaking thigh. “we don’t have to get them if you’re unsure,” you told him, rubbing his leg. “regretting a tattoo is far worse than actually getting,” you reminded your boyfriend, talking from experience. luke shook his head, curls bouncing as he grasped your hand and gave it a squeeze. “i want to get this, so that even when we’re 80 i can look down at it and be reminded of how strong and everlasting our love is,” he grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek. you pushed him away, rolling your eyes teasingly at the cheesiness of his words, although you were unable to hide the smile from your face. you guys were called to the inking room just before you could reply. nerves settled back into luke’s chest as you made your way over, taking a look at the now traced designs. “this good?” the artist asked. you nodded, looking over at luke who has gotten paler in fear of the reality of the situation. he was voluntarily going to let someone inject a needle repeatedly into his skin. “yeah,” he breathed, smiling softly at you. “i’ll go first,” you suggested, already getting yourself into the seat. luke sat by your side, holding your hand even though you told him you didn’t need him to, watching carefully as the artist did his job. he was surprised when the tattoo turned out to be less painful than he actually thought. you held his hand through the process, giving him a supportive squeeze every one in a while. “and... we’re done,” the tattooist smiled, luke looking down at the new ink with a soft grin. he placed his inked whatever next to yours, loving how well the matching tattoos looked together. “you can’t break up with me now,” luke pointed out jokingly as you walked out of the tattoo parlour, hands intertwined, “i’m permanent, you can’t erase me.” “wouldn’t even think of it.”

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i’m so sad and all i can think about is hugging luke. like, it’s just one of those days where you’re not feeling 100% and there’s no reason behind it whatsoever, it just happens sometimes. you’d have been out with the boys and their girls and friends and whatever and the entire time you would’ve been kind of quiet which is so unlike you when around people you feel comfortable with. only ever speaking when spoken to, mainly simple sentences because you didn’t even have the energy to make conversation with others. luke noticed the change from wide grins to tight-lipped smiles, asking you quietly whether you were alright after pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. you’d just nod without even looking at him and keep eating your dinner quietly. but then when you two were finally alone somewhere in private, such as your place or wherever you were staying that night, he’d ask you again because he knew you weren’t fine. you’d suddenly rush into his arms, hugging him tightly as you cried into his chest and luke was taken aback because sure he’d seen you cry before when watching a movie or something but never like this - inconsolably. he’d simply hug you back just as tightly, warm hands occasionally running up and down your spine in soothing motions as he just let you let it all out. eventually you’d stop, telling him about how you didn’t even know why you were so upset but you just were. he’d just smile at you in understanding telling you that it’s okay to have a bad day and that you should’ve told him before you had to do something you weren’t in the mood for but not in an annoyed way in an i-love-you-and-i-want-what’s-best-for-you-and-for-you-to-always-be-happy kind of way you know? and after you don’t reply he’d just be like “c’mere love” and he’d pull you back into his warm chest and it’d feel as nice as always and he’d spend the rest of the night gently loving on you and just making sure you knew he’s there for you through whatever happens to you and i want luke to love me and press soft kisses to my cheek while i sit in his lap hugging him tightly.