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how to explain to non-americans that the better call saul ads aren’t exaggerated for comedic effect they are super normie

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this is so luke and reader coded

actually no, we're not "dating". we're bound together for infinity. like the stars. so, fuck you, actually.

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Band AU but it’s shart and lae’zel making out in the smokers area

(No I am not affected by this whatsoever.)

(Also the band au is so fucking oerfect holy shit)

you couldn't drag Lae into the smokers area without threat to your life, but Shadowheart still makes sure she gets her daily dose of nic

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what are ur thoughts on dealer and/or hitman luke……i think he’d be mad possessive and touchyyy

DEALER ! LUKE OH MY GOD…. 

ever since you came along, trotting in with your fluffy heels and pink mini skirt, luke automatically knew you were his favorite client— you were just so sweet in all ways, you smelled like a strawberry cheesecake, looked like a barbie, and acted like an angel. why would a girl like you even want to buy drugs? let alone be near a dealer. 

his brows knit together when you offer him cash for the drugs like it’s a sin, “no, no, ‘ts free, mami, aphrodite’s daughters get it free.” 

none of the other children of aphrodite bought from him, so it was his way of saying you got special treatment, without entirely saying it. your lips immediately curve to a glittery smile, tucking the cash away, “really? you’re the best, luke!” 

he tries not to flinch when your arms wrap around him suddenly, unfamiliar with these kinds of affections, especially with the fact that most of his customers are either gods or the counselors that don’t even try to speak with him. “yeah yeah, you got it, princess—“ he pulls you away from him for a second to look down at your face, “hey, uh, y’know you could always smoke with me, instead of going to those shitty parties— they’re real unsafe ‘nd good girls like you don’t wanna get in trouble, yeah?” 

so that’s how it all started, him having you on his lap, or your face pushed into the pillows on his bunk as he thrusted his fat tip into you from behind, bruising your cervix. whenever you were on his lap, you were either getting yourself off by riding his thigh ever so slightly, acting like he wouldn’t notice— god, you were so stupid. eventually he’s wrapping his fingers around your waist and tugging you to his bulge, and now he’s watching your tits bounce as you move on his dick, “so g-good—.. oh m’ gods.. y’re so big, luke—“ 

“uh huh, you can take it, princess— shit. are you always this fuckin’ wet?” 

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NOTED | LUKE CASTELLAN

summary — in which two teenagers are constantly butting heads, both popular and striving for validation from their peers. what happens if one of them begins getting love letters as a "prank"?

warnings : no explicit lore for pjo is talked abt but luke still has issues , allusions to eventual smut , rivals to friends to ?? to lovers !!

MAIN STORYLINE !

introduction — main + side characters

prologue – do you two ever shut up?

chapter one – the love letter

chapter two – poetry

chapter three – allied

chapter four – flirting

chapter five – the lake

more to be added

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FILLERS / EXTRAS !

nothing yet :)

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thinking abt a to all the boys ive loved before au w luke… aka fake dating aka the greatest romcom of all time

oooo and thinking that the stakes that convinced them to fake down were so minuscule and low that it’s almost comical. something along the lines of reader needing to boost her rep and luke secretly goes along with it just because he wants to date her in whatever capacity he can. but he goes along with it under the pretenses that he’s tired of his siblings bugging him about not dating. he tells her that he too needs to boost his rep, he’s head counselor after all he needs that cred.

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i have a cute lil idea for a request for luke if you're still taking them (no pressure if ur not)!! yk that feeling when u hit ur lip bc you dropped ur phone on it and it turns red and you can't stop biting it bc the pain feels good? what if reader hits herself somehow and the next day her lip is swollen and Luke promises to kiss it better but bites the swollen part instead bc he thinks it looks cute all red 🙈

kiss it better

— luke castellan x fem reader! 1.4k

listen to the rihanna song :) ft. suggestive kissing that they are really insane about

“Ow—”

“Ah, shit, sorry. Did I—”

The blood pools in your mouth, thick and settling under your tongue. You spit it out, the blood and saliva sitting in a sad puddle in the grass.

That’s fucking disgusting.

Luke stares at it. Repeats, “That’s fucking disgusting.”

You jab him with the point of your sneaker. “That was your fault, asshole.”

Your eyes widen when you hear your voice, which sounds weird because of your swollen lip. You run your fingers along the skin, and they come back streaked red. Luke is shoved away from you in a hurry as you rush the few feet to the water.

The reflection isn’t pretty. Your lip is slightly split, just off the center of your Cupid’s bow. A bit of blood drips down and sends ripples through the water, distorting your face even more than Luke has.

You turn to glare at him. He’s laying on his back in the grass, eyes shut without a care in the world. He only cracks an eye open when he feels you sit next to him again.

“You okay?” He lifts his hand and pokes at the crease between your eyebrows. You scowl harder when he tries to smooth it out.

“Aw, I said I’m sorry. Smile for me,” he says, before something like realization takes over his face.

You actually frown. “That sounds kinda—”

“I realized it the moment after I said it. Sorry.”

You whack the back of his head as he props himself up with a Herculean effort. He’s smiling at you apologetically, and it makes you want to whack him again. You wonder if he ever gets tired of looking so effortlessly pretty.

As some way of comfort, he says, “Your lip looks pretty sick, though. I’ll let you give me a shiner so we’re even.”

“Oh, of course you’d want to look all tough. You’re only saying that because Audrey said your bruised knuckles made you look hot.”

He looks a little smug as he grins boyishly. “Was she wrong?”

(No, she was not.)

You pout. He places both hands on the sides of your face to drag the corners of your mouth up into a smile. You pretend like you’re going to bite him and he pulls his hands away, chuckling.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You whack him again for real. “Oh, fuck you. How are you going to injure me and then make fun of me?”

“I told you I was sorry!” he defends.

“Luke.”

“I’m sorry,” he stresses, dragging you closer to him by the belt loops on your jeans. He pulls you right into the space between his legs, the two of you so close your faces would touch if you turned your face an inch.

Luke’s voice drops fifteen fucking octaves.

“Want me to make it up to you?”

He’s so close that he can hear the hitch in your breath. He smiles.

“You want to...?”

Your voice trails off at the end, like the syllables are getting caught in your throat. You think the entirety of your insides have shriveled up like an unwatered plant. The neurons have stopped functioning your brain completely.

His hands, which were resting comfortably on your hips, are sliding upward, under your shirt and to the bare skin of your waist. His palms are callused from years of hard work and his training, and you can feel every single shift of his hands on your skin.

The best swordsman in 300 years, you remember.

He’d let you handle his sword once during practice — you’d needed two hands just to wield the weapon he can spin around effortlessly in one of his.

The reminder of Luke’s sheer strength comes back to you in startling clarity.

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

You thank whatever part of your brain has enough willpower to form any semblance of a thought. “And how would you do that?”

“I’d hold you like this,” he says matter of factly. You think the birds have stopped chirping. He pulls you close enough that you can count each individual freckle under his eyes. “And then I’d kiss it better.” He squeezes uour sides. “Do you want that?”

If you were standing up, you’re certain that your legs would give out. As if you wanting that was ever a question. You think the embarrassing way you’re struggling to find words gives him enough of an answer.

“Do you want that?” you echo.

“‘Course I do, babe.” His thumbs are rubbing symmetrical circles against the spots above your ribs. “I’m asking if you want that.”

Very reluctantly, you pry one of his hands off your side. You guide it up to the side of your neck, where your heart threatens to burst from your body.

It takes him a second to find your pulse, but you notice the exact moment he does. His entire face lights up at the feeling of your heart hammering out of the side of your neck.

His smile threatens to take over his entire face. “I got you.”

You let your eyes slide shut, your nerve endings burning in anticipation. He’s seated so close that you’re surprised your lips haven’t slotted together yet — which is why you’re confused when he nudges your head to the side with the point of his nose.

“Luke?” you whisper. “What are you— Oh, fuck.”

He’s missed your lips by a long shot. But you don’t even consider complaining about the way he’s pressing his mouth to the side of your neck in burning hot kisses.

You think you see the light.

Your hands seize onto the closest thing, which just so happens to be Luke’s upper arms. His scratchy camp t-shirt feels oddly soft and perfect under your touch. He moves all the way up to your jaw before working his way back down to your collarbones, making sure to pay special attention to the spot where he can feel your pulse throb under your skin.

With your grip on his biceps, you feel every muscle in his arms shift when he tugs you onto his lap. And you feel the way his laugh rumbles in his chest when he hears the sound you make in response.

“Thought you were—“ You hiccup, trying and failing to make your breathing go back to normal. “—going to kiss it better, Luke.”

He finally lifts his head from the crook of your neck, staring longingly at the expanse of skin he’d just been fixated on. “Sorry. You distracted me.”

Whatever you were planning on saying dissipates from your mind — the responding kiss he presses to your cut is so chaste that you barely even register it happened at all.

“That better?” he asks, his hands slipping away from you to try and fix his messy curls. You hadn’t even realized you’d been tugging on them this entire time.

The stark contrast between the kisses he’d been giving you before and the miniscule peck he’s placed on your lips has you blinking at him, confused.

Luke laughs at whatever disappointment he sees on your face. “Yes?”

“Can you…” The blood rushes to your face as the words struggle to come out. “Can you…”

He must think he’s being kind by soothing the spot near your hip bone just above the waistband of your pants — but it just makes everything ten times harder. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth. He’s smiling. He’s so evil.

“Luke,” you warn.

“You’re really warm, babe. You okay?”

“Please,” you beg, your fingers curling into the front of his shirt.

“Alright, alright,” he hums, tilting your head for you. “‘M sorry, I was just messing.”

You’re practically singing under his hands. When he finally kisses you — kisses you for real — you wonder how you’ve gone so long without this.

He’s not hesitant in the slightest, and you think your face is actually going to catch on fire. Luke feels so perfect against your lips and against your chest and against your sides and underneath you that you know that even if Poseidon were to drag you to the bottom of the lake and if Zeus were to smite you from his place in Olympus right now, you’d die happy.

Luke’s tongue flits over the cut he gave you.

It stings.

You hope he never stops.

“D’you forgive me?” he asks, still ghosting over your lips.

Your chests are heaving hard in unison. His eyes are blown so wide that you see nothing but the black of his eyes.

You drag his lower lip between your teeth and bite down. When he pulls away, he’s grinning, his mouth swollen and red.

“Want me to kiss it better?” you ask.

He answers yes against your lips.

notes: this is what happens when i’ve been writing for luke for a month and have not had the chance to write a single kiss. so uhhhh sorry for this! i am but a girl and not immune to the charms of this fictional character.

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annabeth “insult a god” chase

grover “gaslight a god” underwood

percy “fight a god and demolish him” jackson

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luke castellan avid manspreader

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you and I drank the poison from the same vine

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where luke is an f1 mercedes driver (racecar driver! luke)

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lukecastellan a great pleasure to finally be apart of the mercedes team ! my juniors at williams, you'll do great 🏎️

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williamsracing miss you lots already, come back😭

numberone_luke williams admin crying already

mercedesamgf1 been waiting for you, you'll do amazing !

ynln so so proud of you💗

lukecastellan my bby, ily

a/n: yeah couldn't help it ✋🏻 yall know me, it was bound to happen

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they wanted him dead for his sad brown eyes and his slut waist

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nothing just luke looking at u like this… yeah… yeah…

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floating down the river styx on an inflatable donut and high-fiving all the lost souls i pass. i'm on vacation

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in another universe, he wanted to come back home.

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Nothing Better Than Revenge (1804 words) by robindrake93 Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luke Castellan/Percy Jackson Characters: Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Thalia Grace (Percy Jackson) Additional Tags: POV Third Person, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Dancing, Practice Kissing, Minor Annabeth Chase/Thalia Grace, Break Up, Stoner Luke Castellan, Luke Castellan Lives, Future Fic, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Step-Brothers Summary: When their girlfriends break up with them, Luke and Percy decide to fake date each other to get revenge.

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thinking about the potential for mech pilot body horror/dysmorphia. seeing something high above you or farther away than you can easily traverse with your own body and feeling a rush of vertigo, as though you should be able to reach out and touch it, or clear the distance in a single stride. after so long spent inside the mech that it's become like an extension of yourself, it can be difficult to adjust to being human again.