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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 

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.”  

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.   

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