#luke would absolutely do whatever you’re thinking

[chelseeebe]

truth or dare

18+. mdni. smuuuut. yeah man it’s really just smut. eddie munson x female reader.

a/n: not sure if i really like this but i wanted to post something while i work on this other long ass thing that may never see the light of day el oh el a continuation to gimme a hand and bump n’ grind or can absolutely be read on it’s own!

steve and robin had made the right call, leaving a few hours ago before the storm really hit.

eddie’d stupidly offered another joint, not wanting to let you go so soon. optimistic that maybe something would happen after those two had cleared off.

you’d been darting around it all evening, watching the movie with your hand under the blanket, stroking his thigh. inadvertently, or perhaps purposefully, making his cock shift with every length of your hand.

you peer out of the window, clicking your tongue against the back of your teeth, “i don’t think i can drive,” turning back to face him, “it’s really comin’ down out there,” a hint of satisfaction in your voice.

“i’m sure wayne won’t mind if you crash here,” shrugging softly.

you used to stay around a lot when you were slightly younger, back when touch was innocent and there weren’t all these complicated layers to your relationship.

“can you handle that?”

his eyes roll back, “shut up,” sitting back in his spot on the couch. anticipating spending the night here rather than in his bed, desperate to prove that he could handle it.

“whatcha wanna do?” you sing, pursing your lips.

“i dunno,” he shrugs, “we could watch another movie?” knowing that ultimately, another movie would lead to you touching his thigh until he came or something.

“that’s boring,” scowling at his suggestion, “i mean.. we are stuck in here,” biting on your bottom lip, “let’s play a game,” you propose, cocking your head, “truth or dare.”

eddie groans, an unwilling participant in your silly little games.

“come on,” offering zero incentive for him to play, “it’ll be fun,” taking another swig of the surely luke-warm beer. “truth or dare?”

there is not a single bone in his body that wants to play with you. no doubt you’d have him confessing to something embarrassing or doing something dangerous or stupid.

“dare,” he says flatly, hoping you’ll dare him to jump out of the window or something.

“i dare you..” you ponder for only a second, “to take your shirt off.”

“wh-,” he starts, mouth falling open, “well i dare you to take your shirt off.”

“it’s not my turn, idiot,” pursing your lips, “off.. now.”

pouting your lips, watching carefully as he lifts his shirt off, tossing it to the other side of the room.

“alright,” honing in on this stupid game, “truth or dare?”

“dare.”

eddie’s eyes light up, “take your shirt off,” immediately getting his own back.

“you’re supposed to say i dare you before your dare,” tutting at his impatience, though you do as he says.

lifting your shirt over your head, revealing the lacy bra you had most definitely chosen on purpose. maybe this was your plan all along, waiting to get him alone to inflict your cruel wrath upon him.

he ogles just enough to not have you mention anything, diverting his attention back to whatever drivel was on the tv. desperate to just get over this dancing around each other and get to the inevitable.

“truth or dare?” you ask again, poking his leg with your foot.

“do we have to play?” eddie whines.

“yes.”

“okay truth,” he spits, leaning back against the cushions.

“why didn’t it work out with you and chrissy?”

he groans again, already sick of this, “we wanted different things,” different things being you, he means.

“like what? i thought you were testing the waters or whatever?” mocking him with his own words.

“you. you jerked me off and ruined my life forever, is that what you wanted me to say?”

you ponder in silence for a moment before that god awful smirk creeps onto your face, “actually yes, that’s exactly what i wanted you to say,” crossing your legs, all self-righteous and smug.

it’s not like you didn’t already know this, it was fairly obviously to anyone with eyes and two brain cells to rub together.

“your turn,” smiling pointedly at you, “truth or dare?”

you hum, contemplating your options, whatever you picked, he was surely going to make it worth his while.

“dare.”

“alright,” eddie sits up straight, poking his tongue into his cheek, “i dare you to run around outside in your underwear,” if you wanted to play stupid games, you could win stupid prizes too.

your smile grows, taking over your entire face, “fine,” standing from your spot on the floor, shimmying out of your jeans right in front of him.

he jumps up, rushing to the door as you bound outside, filling the silent trailer park with your squeals and squeaks.

eddie watches in quiet amazement, more focused on the way your tits move with every bound, your lacy panties framing your jiggling ass perfectly. he’s close to drooling, turning into a slobbering mess at the sight of you literally frolicking in your panties. he was a pathetic man, and he knew it.

you turn, running full speed back into the door, teeth chattering and your hands trembling from the cold. barrelling straight past him, back into the warmth, lashes coated in tiny, intricate snowflakes.

“fuck!” you screech, “you asshole,” picking up his discarded shirt to slip on instead of your own. he wishes you hadn’t. seeing you half naked in his shirt was far worse than seeing you actually naked.

eddie snickers, closing the door all the while trying to keep his composure.

a smirk erupts onto your face, something ticking away in your brain before you stomp over, grabbing his cheeks with your ice cold hands, grinning with pure self satisfaction.

he hollers, grabbing your wrists in defence. it becomes a flailing sort of dance, with you trying to keep your cold hands on his face and him fighting to get you away. a mixture of expletives fill the trailer, screeching over one another as you move around the room.

you trip over one of the discarded bottles on the floor, sending you flying back onto the couch, still breathlessly cursing him out.

eddie takes the only logical step, pouncing on top of your flailing body, bounding your arms together at the wrist, heaving for breath.

he freezes, the realisation that for once he had all the power dawning upon him, unequipped for the sudden change in dynamic.

he can feel you, underneath him, pressed into the couch by his body, sending shivers down his spine.

“you gonna do something or what?” you snark, no longer trying to wriggle free, accepting and even pleased in your defeat.

“yeah,” he adds meekly, despite not making an attempt to actually do something.

your brows thread together, knee sliding up the side of his body, spreading your legs further as his cock perks up in response.

holy fucking shit.

this was it.

or it could be it if he can gather his raucous thoughts enough to make a move.

eddie’s had sex before, multiple times in fact. he doesn’t understand why his hands aren’t doing the thing they should be, why he’s frozen in place, waiting for something to happen.

“we don’t have to, you know?”

fuck. he was going to fuck this up through sheer stupidity.

so instead of letting his brain worm his way out of what would probably be the best moment of his life, he thinks with his dick.

pressing his lips to yours in a hasty, rushed kiss. letting your hands free from his restraint, allowing you to weave your fingers through his hair just like he’d thought so much about.

his hands crawling underneath his shirt, touching your skin for what felt like the first time ever, gliding over your waist, appreciating the soft feel of your skin, lingering for too long.

he doesn’t want to take it off, how many times could he say he’d have sex with you with his shirt on?

you’d already stripped him out of his clothes, leaving nothing to the imagination as his hips grind down against yours, breathing shakily into your mouth.

your lips latch onto his, tongue sliding into his open mouth while your fingers pull gently at his curls.

even when eddie thinks he’s fully in control, you still take charge. rutting your hips upwards, separated by the thin layer of lace and his boxers that most definitely had a hole in them.

there’s a fifty percent chance that he’ll cum right away, already incredibly hard, teetering on the edge.

it’s genuinely incomprehensible that after months and months of longing and edging, this was finally happening. too caught up with trying to keep to your pace to really think about the implications on your relationship too much.

he hopes that this won’t change anything, at least not negatively anyway.

your hand slides down the tiny space left in between your bodies, toying with the waistband of his boxers before slipping in. unable to contain his groan from slipping out and into your mouth.

tugging the fabric down just enough to let his cock out, giving him no time to recover before your fist wraps around the base of his cock, pumping your fingers around the sensitive skin.

“fuck,” he breathes, bottom lip still latched onto yours. no hand had ever come close to yours, filling his thoughts since you’d touched him for the first time.

wayne’s ratty old couch wasn’t exactly the romantic location he’d envisioned this happening in, but beggars can’t be choosers and eddie certainly wasn’t going to complain.

he’s so dumbfounded that any of this is even happening, clumsily fumbling with the lace hem of your underwear, tugging them down haphazardly, with no care or grace.

his previous displays of desperation made sure you didn’t care about his composure, or else you wouldn’t be here.

your lips collide, all teeth and tongues and spit. eddie too focused on the feel of your hand around his cock to care.

he can feel your body shift from underneath, manoeuvring his cock to your soaked entrance, letting out the most ungodly noise as the tip glistens with your slick.

pressing your sweaty forehead against his, begging for his full attention, “look at me,” you insist, running your fingers around his cock, withholding him from full satisfaction.

he does as you ask, finding your wild-eyed gaze, holding it just long enough to slide into your slick cunt, grunting into the hot air that hung around the room.

“fuck,” you bite, weaving your fingers through his hair, tightening your things around his waist.

it’s dizzying. feeling you envelope around him just as he’d imagined countless times before. you’re so warm and so wet, so so wet. eddie can’t help but wonder if this is how you’d felt when you were grinding against him.

nothing could’ve ever prepared him for the fuzzy haze that’d encapsulate his brain, thoughts only of you and your body and your pussy.

his balls slap against your ass, slow and steady, hoping not to bust five seconds in. keeping his eyes on yours, encapsulated by the way they flit between his eyes and his lips.

heaven wouldn’t be too far off this, he thinks.

his rhythm is neither here nor there but he was trying, filling you to the hilt and then pulling back out again.

every soft, melodic gasp and cry you made was echoing through his brain, spurring him on to make them louder.

purely intoxicated with your pussy, gasping for more as he slams against your hips.

this wasn’t going to last long but he sure as shit was going to make it worthwhile.

you writhe underneath his body, fingernails grazing against his scalp, gentle and yet demanding.

“sh-shit eds,” you pant, jaw slack with your tongue practically lolling out of your head.

just hearing you moan his name has detrimental effects on his brain chemistry. his eyelids struggle, fluttering open just enough to meet your glossy eyes, pupils blown out and crazy. this was going to wreck him for the rest of his life, cursed forever by the image of you and your parted lips. the way you wail his name becoming a tune he’d revisit constantly.

he’d love to capture it, one day, if you’d let him.

no one would ever come close to you, your cunt and your god forsaken sighs. eddie promises to himself that if there’s a next time, he’s not leaving until you cum. unsure if he’d be able to control himself but more than willing to take that risk.

his thrusts become sporadic, losing his grip on reality as he teeters closer and closer to the edge. you can see it too, tugging gently on his hair to bring him back to this reality.

pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his mouth, too high off of your own pleasure to aim for accuracy.

eddie’s not sure if he prefers your goading or this softer touch, honestly neither were helping him not to bust his load right now.

“yeah?” you breathe, in response to his hoarse grunts, succumbing to the tightening pressure in his stomach, “you gonna cum?” sighing against his mouth.

he doesn’t want to, not really. hoping this’d last forever and ever because god knows if you’d ever let him touch you again.

hoping desperately to have not wasted his one and only time buried inside of you by cumming in five minutes flat.

but he is going to cum, in fact, he’s dangerously close to doing so immediately. the way you squeeze and tighten around him only accelerating the inevitable, his toes curling and mouth running dry.

he was seeing stars, dancing around the inside of his eyelids. woozy on adrenaline as he pathetically ruts his hips into yours for a final few lousy strokes.

“oh fuck,” eddie rushes, “no- fuck i’m cumming,” his cock slides out, thick ropes of his release covering not only your inner thighs but the couch too. collapsing atop of your perfect body, pinning you to the cushions as he attempts to gain some sort of semblance of control.

his face finds your chest, heaving for breath between your tits, his shirt pulled up just enough for your bra to peep underneath the hem.

“jesus christ,” words vibrating against your skin, almost purring at your fingers combing through his hair.

nothing he could ever dream would match up to that. the neurons in his brain had been frazzled, never to work or compute the way they should, ever again.

he places a measly kiss to your chest, looking up at you through his lashes, an insignificant gesture of appreciation that he felt he owed.

“you good?” you ask, lips twitching into a smile, unsure if you’re mocking him or genuinely concerned. either or would be fine.

“not really,” still floating up above the clouds.

“shut up,” definitely mocking, pulling tufts of his hair back to have him meet your eye fully, “you liked that?”

he nods enthusiastically, pining after your approval like the lovesick little loser he truly was. incredibly, you hadn’t run off into the storm, so maybe you had too.

“good,” abruptly letting go of his hair, his head falling back onto your chest, “get off me, i need a shower,” attempting to peel him off of your body.

eddie knows, or at least hopes, that your snippy, sarcastic comments were made out of love. you showed affection by being a bitch and he showed his by being a stumbling, pathetic loser.

if that was all he had to endure to get anywhere near your pussy again, he’d do it in a heartbeat. each and every time.

-

wayne’s knuckles wrap against his bedroom door, waking eddie from the already broken sleep he was suffering with, far too excitable to settle down properly. instead he’d spent his hours between drifting in and out of sleep and watching your dreamy face, trying to match his breaths to yours.

he slides out of bed, careful not to wake you, treading carefully to avoid the mountains of crap strewn across the floor.

“what the hell?” wayne whispers angrily, gesturing back to the living room he had neglected to clean. too caught up in you being in his shower and in his bed with his shirt on to care about empty beer bottles and discarded clothes.

“sorry,” eddie squirms, knowing he couldn’t exactly worm his way out of this one. “we had a few beers.. you know,” shrugging coyly. his uncle wasn’t stupid, he definitely did know.

wayne’s eyes narrow, flitting behind eddie to you, sleeping soundly in his bed. thankfully covered by the blanket as you slept in just his shirt.

“what happened there?” raising his brow at his inconspicuous nephew.

he shrugs, and then he grins. that great big toothy grin that wayne couldn’t mistake.

wayne shakes his head, tutting to himself as he backs away from the door, “clean that shit up before i wake up,” before disappearing into his own room.

eddie smiles to himself, sliding back into bed when you stir, humming softly, displeased to have been woken up so early.

“is he mad?” you mumble, muffled by the pillow.

“no.. no, not really,” eddie hushes, turning on his side to face you.

you’re still dozing, not bothering to open your eyes though he didn’t mind, you were peaceful this way, far calmer than your usual self.

“good,” settling into the pillow before slinging your leg over his thigh, pulling yourself closer, “he loves me too much to do anything anyway,” nestling your body into his side.

if the world ended tomorrow, eddie would die a happy man.

[surftrips]

ABOUT YOU | LUKE CASTELLAN

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

request: luke x reader fluff w like an aphrodite!reader? reader is all sunshine and flowers and makes luke all soft/campers teasing luke abt the way reader changed him 🤭

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is probably my favorite luke fic that i've written so far thank u so much anon for sending this request in! writing aphrodite!reader is so much fun, i'm such a sucker for the opposites trope. hope you all enjoy 🤍

You were the human embodiment of sunshine, a real life angel. Gentle, kind, and lovely— in other words, the complete and total opposite of Luke Castellan. He was dark and broody, strong and rough, and not totally unfriendly, but definitely intimidating. 

But even if you weren’t the daughter of Aphrodite, Luke believed that you would still be just as beautiful. There was something in the way you carried yourself that had made his heart surrender the second he laid eyes on you. You became the one and only exception in his long list of grievances. 

So it came as no surprise to anyone at camp when the two of you started dating, just to the dismay of many of your admirers and a few of Luke’s as well. If there was one thing you had in common, it was your beauty. With his puppy dog eyes and curly brown hair, Luke was a sight for sore eyes, almost as much as you were. 

One day, you were walking hand in hand when one of the younger campers accidentally bumped into Luke. On any other occasion, Luke might have started an altercation, but today, he simply smiled and said, “Just be careful next time.” The camper stared at him, wide-eyed and shocked into place as you softly giggled.

“What?” he smiled, looking over at you as the kid took it as an opportunity to run away. 

“Nothing,” you mused. “Just that I think you’re getting soft, Luke Castellan.” You poked a finger at his chest playfully. 

“What?” he shook his head. “No, I’m not.” 

Though he attempts to keep a serious face, you could see the amusement in his eyes. He often looked at you like this, ready to go along with anything you said— no matter how silly or whimsical your remarks. 

“Okay, lover boy. Whatever you say,” you shrugged, offering him a kiss on his cheek that instantly causes color to rush into his face. Ignoring that he’s just proven your point, he attempts to hide his expression by seeking solace in the crook of your neck. He would never admit it to anyone, but he often thought his favorite place at camp was the spot in between your jaw and collarbone. 

Even though most of the campers were still a little frightened by the idea of approaching Luke, his closest friends were not afraid to speak their minds. 

“Dude, you’re like, totally whipped for her,” Percy remarked over lunch once. 

“And you’re like, totally fourteen years old,” Luke said.

“I think the fourteen year old’s right,” Chris jumped in.

“Dude! I thought you were supposed to have my back,” Luke throws up his arms in mock aggravation.

The two boys snickered, causing Luke to speak up again. “I am not whipped for Y/N.” 

“Oh, sure,” Chris began. “So the reason you’re practically skipping around camp and letting whatever team Aphrodite cabin is in win Capture the Flag is because…?” 

“Oh, and don’t forget the constant checking his phone to see if she texted back and sharing his blanket with her at the campfire!” Percy pointed out. “Meanwhile, I’m over here freezing…” 

“Maybe,” Luke scrambled to come up with an answer. “Maybe, I was just in a really good mood those days. It could have absolutely nothing to do with Y/N.” 

He barely believed the words himself, and Chris and Percy were certainly not convinced. Luke wasn’t even sure why he felt the need to defend himself. 

“Dude, it’s okay if you are, she’s literally your girlfriend,” Chris said.

“Hey! I have an idea, let’s ask Annabeth!” Percy declared.

“Annabeth? Why her?” Luke furrowed his brow. 

“Because, she’s a girl. And she’s known you the longest, she can give us a real answer,” Percy said matter-of-factly. 

Luke thought it over. The young boy was technically right, Annabeth was like a little sister to him. If anyone could tell if he had changed since dating you, it would be her. This came as both a good and bad realization to him, because what if he had changed? Gods, was it that obvious? 

Before he could agree to asking Annabeth, the young girl was already at their table. Percy must have called her over while Luke was thinking. 

“What’s up?” she asked, sitting down across from him with her plate of food. 

“Oh, nothing, just talking about how soft Luke has gotten since he started dating Y/N,” Chris explained with a grin on his face. 

“Oh?” Annabeth said, seemingly amused. 

“Yeah, we actually wanted to get your opinion,” Percy continued. “Would you say you agree or disagree, that you know, Luke is nicer now that he’s with Y/N?”

Annabeth seemed to think it over for a second. “Gods, you guys are such children,” she scoffed. 

“Thank you!” Luke cut in.

“I mean, all of you,” she looked at Luke pointedly. “Why do you care what a bunch of kids think about you anyway? And not that it matters, but you, Castellan, are most definitely whipped for Y/N.” 

That shut Luke up immediately, and caused cheers to erupt from Chris and Percy, who were clapping each other on their backs as if they had just won Capture the Flag. 

Annabeth smiled and shrugged her shoulders, as if to say “Sorry, Luke. It’s true.” 

Later that night, Luke snuck over to the Aphrodite Cabin to find you. You were surprised when Luke woke you up, it had been a while since he came seeking your comfort in the middle of the night. He used to have bad nightmares, but you noticed he had gotten better since you started dating. You’d like to think it was because of you, but perhaps that would be thinking too highly of yourself.  

In an effort to clear his mind, you suggested to go on a walk together. He agreed, and you climbed out of bed as quietly as you could.

You allowed him a few minutes of silence until his heavy breathing had slowed down and his grip on your hand had loosened. 

“What’s on your mind, hon?” you asked softly. 

Luke didn’t respond at first, distracting himself by tracing the lines on the palm of your hand. You were happy to give him as much time as he needed, placing your other hand on his back and gently drawing circles.

After a while, he did speak up. “Uhm, do you think that I’m, like, unapproachable?” 

Your heart sank and you stopped in your tracks. “What makes you say that?” 

“I don’t know, it’s just something that’s been on my mind recently.” 

“Luke, is this about what I said to you the other day? Because I didn’t mean it like that—” 

“No, baby,” he rushed. The last thing he wanted was for you to think you had done something wrong. He wasn’t sure that you could ever do wrong, not in his eyes. “I was just talking to Percy and Chris at lunch today and they were kind of teasing me.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of your boyfriend, Mr. Tough Guy, being teased by a few kids younger than him. “I’m sorry, babe. Continue,” you placed a supportive hand on his chest as you regained your composure. 

“They said that I’ve changed since we started dating.” 

Though you were an expert in human emotion, there were still times you couldn’t read the expression on Luke’s face. You couldn’t tell if he thought of this as a bad thing, or if he was just curious to see what you thought. You decided on the latter. “Changed how so?” 

“They think I’m soft now because I’m always in a good mood and stuff…” he trailed off. Even now, in the dark of the night, you could tell he was blushing.

“Well,” you started, trying to find the right words. “You know, I was just teasing you the other day, babe. I think you’ve always been this way.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, I think you’ve always been a giant teddy bear,” you grinned, unable to contain yourself. “Luke, you’re not as bad as everyone thinks you are.” 

By now, both of you had stopped walking. Ever since Luke arrived at camp, he had been characterized as the tough, stony, and slightly antagonistic guy. All because of a scar he carried and the stories of what he had gone through with Annabeth and Thalia. Many people were still intimidated by him, despite his position as the counselor in Hermes and his job to welcome newcomers. It had been so long, he wasn’t sure if this was the way he was, or the way that he was made to be. 

As if reading his thoughts, you said, “You don’t have to be what they tell you to be. Do you know the words I use to describe you when someone asks me about you?” 

Unable to speak, Luke simply shook his head. 

“Gentle, kind, and lovely.” 

Luke wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but certainly nothing close to the words you had chosen. “You do not,” he objected. 

“I'm serious, baby,” you placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in until your foreheads were touching. “I think you’re the most wonderful and caring guy I’ve ever met. I think you always have been, you just don’t always show it.”

He stared at you intently before pulling a loose strand of hair out of your face. You kissed the top of his head, “I must be one lucky girl.” 

“Hey, if there’s one thing I’m sure about, it’s that I’m the lucky one,” he said, before pulling you in for a kiss. 

[itneverendshere]

saw that jj is readers neighbor. and i see rafe absolutely hating him, until he realizes that you take care of him like he’s your baby brother, especially when things get a little rough at his house

omg yesssss! it's kinda funny that he's beefing with a teenager. thank you for the request! 🩵🫂 alsojj never met milo before bc he only showed up after the kid was already sleeping, cause luke had a tendency to get rowdier at night 😣.

you're on your own kid - r.c

pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe)

There’s no way in hell JJ Maybank is sitting on your couch while you’re cooking away. 

Rafe swears he’s lost his mind. Maybe he hit his head harder than he thought when he was out on the boat earlier because what he’s seeing doesn’t make any sense.

There’s no way JJ is sitting there, his legs propped up on your coffee table like he owns the place. Like he belongs here. In your place. Your sister's place.

For a second, he thinks he’s gotta be dreaming. But nope, it’s real. The smell of whatever you’re cooking from the kitchen hits him in the face, and JJ’s laughter echoes through the living room.

This is your house, your space, and somehow JJ’s sitting there like he’s been here a thousand times before. He’s gotta say something.

Rafe clears his throat, trying to keep his voice normal but it comes out tight, strained. “What the hell’s Maybank doing here?”

You don’t even look up from the stove, just wave a hand in his direction, like it’s no big deal.

Like he’s no big deal. “Relax, baby. He’s just having dinner.”

“Dinner?” Rafe practically chokes on the word.

JJ catches the look on his face and smirks, leaning back further into the couch cushions.

“What, never seen a guy eat before, Cameron?”

Rafe scoffs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Dinner? At your place? Since when are you and Maybank this close?”

His eyes narrow on JJ, sprawled out on the couch like he’s got nowhere better to be. The guy’s even wearing his boots, dirt probably all over your cushions, and Rafe’s practically grinding his teeth at the sight.

JJ just smirks, because of course he does. “Jealous or somethin’, Cameron? Didn’t think you’d care.”

But then you walk over with a plate and set it down in front of JJ, and Rafe watches in shock as you ruffle his hair, so casually it’s like second nature to you.

Like you’ve done it a hundred times before.

JJ’s eating like it’s the first meal he’s had in days, and Rafe’s brain is still trying to catch up with what the hell is happening here.

You and JJ? Since when? Rafe’s stomach twists at the thought, because why would you even care about a guy like JJ? 

The guy’s got that scruffy look, bruises on his knuckles and faint ones on his arms. Rafe’s seen it before, the evidence of fights and bad nights. He knows what goes on at JJ’s house. He’s heard the stories. The arguments that spill out onto the streets late at night, the way JJ disappears for a while and comes back worse than before.

And then it hits him.

You’re not just letting him crash here.

You’re taking care of him. Looking out for him in ways that nobody else does, making sure he doesn’t completely spiral with a father like Luke Maybank.

JJ speaks up, grinning with his mouth full of food. “Her food’s so good, you gotta try it.”

“I’m her boyfriend, you think I haven’t tried her cooking?”

He’s being ridiculous, knows he’s not really jealous of a seventeen-year-old. It’s not that he’s threatened by JJ—hell no. It’s more that...he doesn’t like sharing you. Even if it’s just dinner.

He’s proud of you, though. Always has been. That big heart of yours, helping out some kid who clearly needs it.

Rafe crosses his arms, leaning against the doorway. “Since when did my girl become a goddamn soup kitchen?” The words come out harsher than he means them to, but you just glance over your shoulder and roll your eyes.

You know him too well by now.

“Baby, it’s just dinner. JJ’s had a rough day.”

“Yeah, well, so have I,” Rafe mutters under his breath, but he doesn’t push it. He can’t really. 

He knows the guys has been through it, and yeah, his dad’s a piece of work. But that doesn’t make it easier to see him sitting here, all cozy in the life Rafe’s tried to build with you. Yeah, maybe you fucking spoiled him because know the mere thought of another guy being in your space makes his blood boil. 

JJ wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, “Chill, Cameron. You’re acting like I’m movin’ in or something.”

He remembers being that kid—lost, angry, with no place to feel safe. JJ might be annoying as fuck, a walking nightmare to be around, but Rafe can’t hate him for that. Not really.

“Yeah, well, don’t get too comfortable,” Rafe mutters. He looks at you, softening. “You’ve got a heart too big for your own good, y'know that?”

“I thought you loved that about me?” You tease, turning back to the stove.

“’Course I do.” Rafe crosses the room, sitting on the arm of the couch, close enough to you but still keeping an eye on JJ. He watches as you stir something on the stove, a soft smile pulling at the corner of his mouth despite everything. Yeah, he gets annoyed, but fuck if he doesn’t love you for exactly this. You just have a way of making people feel safe, even the ones that don’t deserve it—or maybe need it most.

JJ leans back, letting out a satisfied groan. "God, that was good. She ever cook like this for you, Cameron?"

Rafe shoots him a look, eyebrows raised. "Yeah, maybe when you’re not eating all my food."

JJ just laughs, completely unfazed. “You’re lucky, man.”

Rafe doesn't answer, just stares at him, half of him wanting to tell him to get out and the other half knowing how good it must feel for the kid to have a moment where he doesn’t have to worry about anything. Rafe’s been there—different situation, same lost feeling. He looks at you again, knowing it’s you that pulled him out of that place. And now here you are, doing the same thing for JJ.

With a sigh, he slides off the couch and walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. “You know you’re too good for him, right?”

You laugh, leaning back into him. “For him? Or for you?”

Rafe presses a kiss to your shoulder, smiling despite himself. “Both. Definitely both.”

His lips linger there for another second before JJ’s speaking again, “Alright, y’all don’t have to be disgusting while I’m sitting here trying to digest. Seriously, have some respect. I’m a guest.”

Rafe’s jaw tightens, but he can’t help but laugh under his breath, his forehead dropping against your back. “You gotta be kidding me.” He sighs dramatically, loosening his grip on you and stepping back, but he’s still got that smirk. “You hear that, baby? We’re offending the guest. Can’t have that.”

JJ rolls his eyes so hard Rafe’s sure he’s gonna get stuck that way. “Yeah, you two keep it up, and I’m gonna lose this amazing meal you just made. Not trying to see all that lovey-dovey shit.”

Rafe leans against the counter, arms crossed, shaking his head. “You know, most people would be grateful for a free dinner.”

You toss a dish towel at JJ, which he dodges with a snicker. “You’re welcome to leave, you know.”

“Nah, nah,” JJ says quickly, stuffing the bread in his mouth. “I’m good right here.”  He stretches out again, clearly getting way too comfortable. “But if y’all could just tone down the romance while I’m around, that’d be great.”

Rafe’s still grinning, even though part of him wants to wipe that smirk right off JJ’s face. “You jealous, Maybank?”

JJ gives an exaggerated shrug. “Nah. I got my priorities straight.”

“Yeah? Like what? Getting on my last fucking nerve?” Rafe shoots back.

JJ lifts his hands in surrender, still grinning like a kid who knows exactly how make him lose his temper. “Hey, I’m just saying. Don’t go making me regret this free meal, alright?”

He glances over at you, and you’re shaking your head, smiling like this whole thing is the most entertaining show you’ve seen all week.

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” Rafe mutters, still eyeing JJ. “This is a one-time thing.”

JJ chuckles, unfazed. “Whatever helps you sleep at night. Just remember, I’m your girl’s favorite.” He flashes you a wink, and Rafe’s this close to tossing the bread basket at his head and tossing him out on the street.

JJ’s annoying, no doubt, but he understand, or at least he's trying to, that you’re doing it for a reason—helping the kid out, making sure he’s got a safe place for at least one night.

No matter how much he pisses him off, Rafe respects that. For your sake.

“You keep running your mouth and you’re both sleeping on the porch.”

Rafe turns to you, offended, “The fuck did I do?”

“You know exactly what you did,” you say, shaking your head. “Always making things competitive.”

Rafe scoffs, standing a little straighter.

“Competitive? Baby, I’m just protecting what’s mine.” He throws a glance at JJ, who’s still lounging on the couch like he owns the place.

“Man, protectin’ what?” JJ pipes up, laughing through his words. “I’m just here for the food and the show.” He gestures between the two of you. “Y’all could make a fortune if you charged admission. People love drama.”

Rafe rolls his eyes. “You’re lucky they’re not charging you rent at this point.”

He’s about to tell him to shove off the couch and leave, but the front door swings open. Monica walks in arms full of grocery bags. Little Milo is trailing behind her, clutching a stuffed dinosaur in one hand and a juice box in the other. The moment he sees Rafe, his face lights up.

“Uncle Rafey!” Milo yells, charging toward him with all the energy of a four-year-old hyped up on apple juice.

He bends down and scoops Milo up, setting him on his hip. “Hey kid. What’s up?”

Milo grins and holds up his juice box. “I got juice!”

Rafe chuckles, “Juice, huh? Sounds like a big day.”

Meanwhile, Monica’s busy setting the groceries on the counter, glancing at JJ sprawled out on the couch. She shoots Rafe a look, half-exasperated, half-amused. “Looks like we have an extra child in the house today.”

JJ, clearly not catching the jab, raises a hand. “Hey, Monica. I’m just keeping the couch warm.”

Milo tugs on Rafe’s shirt, completely oblivious to the grown-up talk. “Uncle Rafe, can I have a cookie?”

“Maybe after dinner, bud,” Rafe says, setting him down gently. “Go help your mom, okay?”

Milo pouts for a second but quickly gets distracted by the sight of JJ. He stares at him curiously, tilting his head. “Who’s that?”

JJ leans over the back of the couch, grinning. “I’m JJ. You can call me… your favorite new friend.”

Milo looks at him like he’s deciding if JJ is cool or just weird. After a second, he grins back. “Okay, JJ. Can I sit with you?”

“Sure, kid. Hop on up.”

Rafe watches as Milo clambers onto the couch next to JJ, giggling when JJ pretends to steal his dinosaur. It’s almost funny—if he wasn’t so good at making himself at home.

Monica, catching the scene, sighs and shakes her head. “Great, now he’s corrupted Milo.”

Rafe crosses his arms, unable to suppress a smirk. “He’s already got enough bad influences in his life.”

She raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “Yeah, starting with you.”

Rafe raises his hands in surrender, laughing. “Fair enough.”

You’re leaning against the counter, watching the whole scene unfold, and suddenly, it just hits you.

Rafe with Milo, the way he softens when your nephew runs up to him, lifting him like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Milo’s giggles fill the room and then there’s Monica, half-smiling at Rafe’s attempts to wrangle Milo, even with JJ sprawled out on the couch, egging the kid on.

Your heart feels so full, you almost can’t stand it. It’s one of those moments where everything just… clicks. You try to keep it together, but there’s this warm feeling in your chest, and you blink back the unexpected tears. How could you feel anything but love for all of them in this moment? 

Rafe catches you staring, his eyes softening when he sees the look on your face. He raises an eyebrow, but he’s already smiling at you, “What’s that look for?”

You shake your head, grinning despite the lump in your throat. “Nothing. Just... you guys. It’s... a lot.”

JJ, ever the clown, groans from the couch, “Oh God, please don’t get all mushy now."

But you can’t help it. You step closer to Rafe, wrapping your arms around his waist, laying your head against his chest. “I just love you. All of you.”

Rafe chuckles softly, kissing the top of your head. “Love you too.”

Monica glances over with a knowing look, shaking her head. “Alright, enough of this sentimental stuff. You’re gonna make me cry, and I just got home.”

You stay wrapped in Rafe’s arms for a moment, just soaking in the warmth around you. Monica’s pulling plates from the cabinet, setting them on the table with her usual no-nonsense efficiency. JJ’s somehow got Milo giggling uncontrollably, making goofy faces and pretending to steal his dinosaur every few seconds. The kid’s losing it, practically bouncing off the couch in fits of laughter.

Rafe leans down, his lips close to your ear. “You’re okay?” he murmurs against your hair.

You smile, nodding against his chest. “Yeah. Better than good, actually.”

He pulls back slightly to look at you, his blue eyes scanning your face like he’s trying to read every thought behind it. “You sure? You looked like you were about to cry a second ago.”

You laugh a little, wiping under your eye, even though the tears never really fell. “It’s just... this. All of this. It’s perfect, you know? I don’t know. It feels like family.”

“You really think so?” Rafe asks quietly.

You nod, feeling that same warmth flood your chest again. “Yeah, I do. I love it. I love us.”

He smiles, a little crooked but real, the kind of smile you don’t see too often, but when you do, it hits you in the heart. “I love us too.”

For a second, the noise around you fades, and it’s just you and Rafe, holding onto each other like you’re the only two people in the room.

Then, predictably, JJ ruins it. “Hey, lovebirds! Save that for later. You’re killing Milo’s vibe.”

You both turn to see JJ standing with his hands on his hips, looking dramatic as ever. Milo’s grinning, clutching his dinosaur to his chest like it’s his new best friend. 

“Yeah, stop kissin'!” Milo chimes in, giggling.

You rolls your eyes but pull away from Rafe with a chuckle. “Alright, alright. No more kissing.”

Monica smirks as she finishes setting the last plate. “Don’t worry, Milo. They’ll be gross later when you’re in bed.”

Rafe gives your sister a mock glare. “You’re hilarious.”

She pats him on the back, grinning. “It’s what I’m here for.”

[ma1dita]

hiii can i have 1 ticket to the give em' a pumpkin to talk about starring luke castellan with popcorn and candy??

welcome to my nightmare

[STARRING: LUKE CASTELLAN x reader “Just forget you saw this happen.” “I’ve just never seen you this mad before.”] wc: 700+ a/n: no warnings this one's just dumb and goofy and inspired by sylus x mc's aether tie from LNDS if yall have ever played haha; title from the alice cooper song

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For the past week, you and Luke Castellan have been stuck at the hip. Well, kinda…and definitely not by choice.

“I swear to the gods, when I get my hands on you Castellan…” 

“Sure, go ahead. Call on Nemesis again and maybe this time if I stay quiet, the goddess of retribution will keep me out of whatever stupid punishment you get next!” he spits, yanking at the invisible force that has your wrists linked together. You chew a guy out in the presence of a sacred temple once and now you’re stuck to him indefinitely. Perfect.

“We can’t go out like this,” you groan exasperatedly, “you’re messing with my game.” Luke’s eyes might roll to the back of his head if he tries any harder. Everything is always a game with you—and he’s about to lose it.

“You’re the only person I know that would pull the shit you do, y’know? He was being annoying,” Luke scoffs, remembering the barista who was trying to chat you up an hour earlier. He never thought he’d say this, but he absolutely cannot wait to get back to Camp Half-Blood. You stop in your tracks to protest, “He was being nice! And I was trying to score us a free lunch, but you had to be all macho, ‘Can’t you see she’s cuffed?’ CLEARLY NOT!” The invisible link between your wrists strengthens as you try to tug your arm away from him—the pull almost tightening around your skin as his arm follows the shape of yours with no dispute. 

“He was too nice. There was something wrong with his face.”

Your eye twitches as you snort, “I’ve just never seen you this mad before, is all.” Luke stops short in front of you, turning suddenly and it makes your arm jerk towards him. Standing toe to toe, he looks down at you with an unreadable expression, grumbling, “I’m not mad.”

“Jealous, then.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. I think it would be less painful to hack my arm off with a sword than be stuck to you,” he starts walking again, hoping that if you stop trying to start a fight you can make it back to camp by nightfall. It’s never that easy though— you start walking back towards the cafe, making his knees buckle at the force of the redirection, “Are you serious?”

“You won’t mind if I walk in there and get his number then?”

Luke’s bound hand catches yours so that the unfamiliar feeling in his stomach will settle. Actually, he does mind—and he thinks it wouldn’t be so bad to be stuck to you for the rest of eternity if it meant you don’t go back in there to get that guy’s number. 

There’s an unspoken tension that reverberates through the both of you as you stand there in the parking lot and neither of you can find the words.

“Don’t.��

Luke’s voice is soft under the flickering streetlights, “Not without me,” and you could’ve sworn he was going to say something else, but he doesn’t. 

“Not like I have a choice…” you start, and he bites his lip reluctantly—”Not like I would want to. Brighten up, Castellan. We still have to get home.” Your tone is less serious now, nudging your shoulder against his, and you’ve barely noticed he’s still holding your hand, or the fact that the pull between you two is less of a punishment and more of a surprising reward for this situation.

The gods do love a good joke.

Walking back into the cafe, you follow Luke towards the direction of the bathroom and he’s back in a goofy mood now that there’s an irrevocable understanding between you two. He pushes the door open slightly, smirking at you as you scan the area to see if anyone’s watching you follow him into the men’s bathroom. After a week of having no privacy due to your predicament, nothing is that awkward anymore.

“So…” he smirks, “You wanna hold it?”

You whack him across the chest. A glass clatters to the floor behind you and it’s the cute barista from earlier. Your face pales, “Just… forget you saw this happen.” 

With Luke’s eyes meeting his, he tugs you in by the hand anyway.

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ma1dita's monster mash is closed for requests but ongoing for the rest of october!

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

All I Want, All I Need

Sylus x Y/N - drabble - 1.1K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: reader is emotional, hurt/comfort, descriptions of medical stuff briefly, Sylus being amazing, a real grade A+ guy, sweet af, fluffy, reassurance, slightly steamy at the end, female y/n, this is so tailored to me lol but enjoy anyways

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You had been distancing yourself from Sylus for over a week. Dodging his calls, ignoring his texts, giving Luke and Kieran the slip. You couldn’t help but wallow in self pity - why? Sylus had briefly mentioned babies. He saw an absolutely adorable baby while you two walked through Linkon City. Your whole body tensed at the brief comment he made. You had been dating for so long you knew the topic was bound to happen. You were terrified to tell him your secret. You laid in bed pondering what to do. Should you just break up? They say if you love something set it free - maybe this was the fate of your relationship. 

A flash of red swirled in the corner of your room, a few black feathers scattered on the floor; Sylus appeared, you felt your stomach hit the floor and your eyes were already welling up with tears that you fought back. 

“Y/N” was all he said. He looked down at you with anger initially but you saw his eyes soften when he saw the state you were in.

“Sylus” you said, it's all you could think to say. 

“Would you like to explain why you have dropped off the face of the planet?” he said, moving to sit on the corner of the bed.

“I don’t feel good.” you said. It wasn’t technically a lie.

Sylus narrowed his gaze, looking you up and down before speaking. “I don’t believe you… So what is it? Are you seeing someone else? Is that it?” he asked. You could feel the slight anger in his voice. The very thought of you with someone else made his blood boil. Yet you also heard fear, sadness.

Your eyes widened at his question, “How can you even ask me that?” you sniffled, your voice watery and wavering. 

“What am I supposed to think?” he asked, his eyes big and round. 

“I’m not seeing anyone.” you affirmed.

You saw his muscles relax, the tense feeling of fear leaving him at your words. “Then what is it?” he said, moving to hold your hand.

You pulled back. You knew if he touched you, you’d completely break down. You pulled the blanket off you, walking to the kitchen. 

Sylus trailed you like a lost puppy. “Sweetie you’re scaring me… You can tell me anything, so tell me this - whatever it is, I’m not going anywhere.” he said, giving you space since you rejected his touch. 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “I… I think we should break up.” you mumbled, crossing your arms to try and protect yourself from the crushing weight on your chest. 

Sylus’ eyes widened, “What?” he said in disbelief. 

“I can’t… I can’t do this…” you whispered.

“Do what baby?” he said moving closer to you ever so slightly. 

You sighed in frustration, closing your eyes and shaking your head before covering your face with your hands - trying to block out the world. 

“I can’t… give you what you want.” you said.

“And what do I want?” he asked, genuine confusion covering his face. 

“A family of your own… I can’t… I can’t…” you finally let out a sob, crumbling to the floor. “I wish I could, but I can’t. And you deserve to be with someone who can give you what you want.” you said. You did want his happiness over anything, even if that happiness didn’t involve you. 

Sylus dropped to the floor, gently pulling you into him. You clutched his shirt, crying against his chest. You had been holding this in for so long and now that it was out you felt like you couldn’t stop. Sylus let you cry for an eternity, calmly stroking your back trying to soothe you. 

When you finally calmed into a mess of random sniffles you spoke up, “I had… medical issues, and… and they sterilized me… It helped and I… I never thought I’d get involved with someone, let alone get so serious… And when we saw that baby in Linkon… The way your face lit up… I can’t give you that future…” you sniffled, avoiding his gaze. 

Sylus chuckled before he let out a laugh. You looked up at him confused. “You are more than enough.” he said, his fingers tilting your chin up to place a soft kiss on your lips. “Tell me this - do you love me?” he asked.

You looked down again, holding his hand you your cheek. “You know I do.”

“And you know I love you. That’s enough for me. That's more than enough. You are my family, everything else is background noise.” he said, thumbing over your cheekbone. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, engulfing him in a hug. You straddled his lap, burying your hands in his hair and your face in the crook of his neck. You finally let your body relax. 

Sylus hugged you back, his strong arms practically holding you up. “You are all I could ever want or need sweetie.” he mumbled, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m sorry…” you whispered. 

“Don’t do that. Don’t apologize for something you had no control over. There is more than one way to have a baby… and if we ever get to that point, we will find the most perfect baby in all of Philos.” he said, tickling your sides a bit. 

You giggled, leaning over to kiss his cheeks. “I’d like that.” you smiled at him.

Sylus rubbed his large hands over your thighs, “Plus we can have as much sex as we want without caution.”

You smacked his arm lightly, your cheeks heating up at his brazen words. “You’re so crass.” you joked. 

Sylus shrugged, “I suppose I lack refinement. Care to teach me?” He said, slowly pulling you back into his chest so he had perfect access to your neck. He licked up your neck before placing random kisses all over you. 

You turned your head involuntarily, giving him even more access as you let your eyes flutter shut. “Nah, I like you just the way you are.” you said, using one hand to unbutton his shirt. Sylus picked you up, his strength unmatched especially with his evol. 

He carried you to the bedroom, laying you down gently. He stripped his shirt off as he kissed down your chest, stopping once he hit the button of your pants. “Ya know… I’ve been deprived of my favorite thing to eat for over a week now. I think it’s only fair I get a taste - don't you sweetie?” he said. The lust in his deep voice made your head fall back as your back arched and you bucked your hips up slightly. 

“I suppose…” you replied, smiling down at him as he unbuttoned your shorts.

You didn’t leave that bed for the next day. Sylus made up for all the lost time of the past week. He showed you just how much you meant, just how much he loved you. Every bit of your body ached in the most delicious way.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! I hope ya'll enjoy this fic. Highly tailored to me but I know at least one of ya'll can relate. My motto - if the fanfiction you want isn't out there, write it yourself. So that is exactly what I did. Please send in some Sylus requests, I know ya'll have them. TTYLXOXO!!!!!

[narkissistikos]

In his defence, Luke hadn’t ever gotten the chance to have a brief chat with you. It wasn’t that he didn't want to but you only stayed at the Hermes cabin for like a week before you were claimed, and he wasn’t able to show you around, you immediately found friends and they were able to guide you out, leaving the Hermes counsellor to his duties. Even after you were claimed, Luke had only had small chats with you, but usually spotted you in the crowd, smiling and laughing mostly.

There were rumours about you of course. ‘They’re a pick me.’

‘Sorta dumb’

‘Weird’

‘Drama queen’

‘Gossip machine’

But from his point of view they never fit you.

Of course there were rare moments you two would have the same activity at a given time. And Luke, being the clueless idiot he is, never figured out why he would be so happy the whole day.

And oh gods, if he ever turned around to check out what you were doing, and he saw you looking at him, he could feel his heart burst right there and then, and you would smile at him with the brightest eyes, and it always seemed like you were cooking something up, but fates know what it was.

What never made sense to him however, was how people could talk about you like that when you were one of the nicest people he’d ever met. He didn’t understand how a person could be so brimming over with life even after everything they went through. And gods forbid if you ever talk to him. Because if you even ask him a simple question, like how his day was, or something about a weapon. Good bye, you’re never seeing Luke castellan the same again. And he’s so nervous? Every time you talk to him? What? What charm? He loses all his charm in front of you. The golden boy façade? Gone. You’re only seeing a loser boy who is so hopelessly enamoured by you. Wow.

But the worst part is whenever he sees any other person flirting with you. Like. He knows he has no right to be jealous. And he pretty sure he’s not possessive (lies), but very respectfully he believes that if a person has no intention of treating you right, they have no right to even flirt with you.

Now if the topic was brought up to Luke? Whether he would treat you right, he could be half asleep and still say yes. Because by the gods, he swears that you’re the most beautiful person on the Earth, and he would rather swallow a fistful of lava from the climbing wall before he even thinks of hurting you. Funny how he’s so far deep when he’s not even had that many conversations with you. Imagine what would happen if he ever actually sat down and talked to you for hours, he’s convinced he would love doing that.

If anyone ever saw Luke casually having a walk around your cabin, they’ll think its just a walk. But is it just a walk? Absolutely not. It’s weird how many times you’ve bumped into Luke when you walk out of your cabin. But you can’t really complain though, can you. He’s fun to talk to. And as for Luke, he’s getting to talk to you, what’s not to like?

Honestly for being a really nice and sweet person in general, Luke is terrified of you. Even though you wouldn’t even hurt anyone on purpose if someone gave you a million drachmas. And yet, here’s Luke splitting his pants at the prospect of talking to you during archery again.

But whatever you say, Luke was always the most intrigued by how you’d zone out from time to time when you thought no one was looking. How you’d press you lips together until someone called your name and it took you a moment to process reality, and you’d crack a joke, make everyone laugh and everything would be back to normal.

Of course Luke wondered where you went when you zoned out like that, but there were times when he didn’t have to wonder. When he saw you looking at two campers, sometimes your own friends who were dating or obliviously liked each other, you’d comment with your friends about how nice they looked together, but Luke also noticed at sort of distant look in your eyes when you looked at them and maybe somewhere there, he realized what you really wanted all this time.

It was weirdly contradicting. Your ego and self love on one side and you wish to be loved on the other.

Gods your ego. He was convinced that no one could top the love you had for yourself, not even him, even though he wanted to believe that.

One day, just one day when Luke mustered up enough courage to tell you that you looked pretty that day, not that you didn’t every day, he knew that loads of other people had complimented you that day and when he finally got the courage during campfire that night, you laughed, you laughed, and Luke swore under his breath when he saw that and you asked him if you looked hideous every other day, but you still thanked him, and Luke obviously said that you looked pretty every day too, it was a slip of the tongue he swears. But then again, your ego was already inflated so nothing could go wrong. You thanked him again, and what do you know? The both of you talked till the campfire died down. He swears it’s the best day of his life.

But his favourite part about you, beside your smile, has to be you when you’re angry. It was rare. For you to get up and openly fight someone. Moreover it was never for you. It was mostly because of people who were disrespectful and ignorant.

That was one thing he thought everyone at camp knew. You. Don’t. Fight. But when you do. Uff. He would hate to be on the other side of that because you always fought to win. You could argue with the person for hours on end defending your side and rip the other person to shreds.

Everyone has so much watching the panic seep in on the face of the person, who you’re arguing with. And if someone tries to back you up, Luke just chuckles and tells that person to sit down knowing you could handle yourself. He’s literally cackling whenever the person is at a loss for words.

But this is just another reason he is terrified of you. Because he knows that if a person makes you mad once they’re always on your blacklist, and he would absolutely hate that.

But honestly the whole point was to prove that Luke castellan? The golden boy of camp? The head counsellor of the Hermes cabin? He would be absolutely smitten by a soft girl. And honestly, I’m here for it.

[corroded-hellfire]

Merry and Bright - Eddie Munson x Reader

An As You Wish story

Collaboration with the marshmallows to my hot chocolate @munson-blurbs 💝

Summary: It's Eliza's first Christmas, and even though she may not have a clue what's going on, the rest of the Munson family have fun introducing her to their traditions.

Note: Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Festivus, and have a safe and cheerful whatever it is you celebrate!

Words: 4.3k

[As You Wish masterlist]

Eliza’s usual 6am feeding has you and Eddie awake before the boys on Christmas morning for the first time ever. Their 11-week-old sister has them beat for the earliest riser this holiday. 

Both of you sleepy-eyed as usual, you and Eddie slip into your daughter’s nursery and close the door behind you so her cries don’t wake her brothers. As soon as she sees you, she calms down because she knows the routine by now. You show up when she cries? Eliza gets food. 

You walk over and peer into her crib, Eddie stepping up behind you and slipping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. Eliza’s tears dry as she stares up at you and her father, her eyes wide like his. 

“Merry Christmas, Eliza,” Eddie says. 

“Happy first Christmas, sweetheart,” you echo. 

She clearly has no idea what you’re saying, but the way she’s looking at you makes you think that she’s thinking: Why are you just standing there smiling at me? Did you not hear the crying? Do you not know what time it is? Where is my food, lady?

You pick her up, clad in her green pajamas dotted with snowflakes and Santa Claus on them. The very same pajamas you, Eddie, Ryan, and Luke are all wearing. When you came up with the idea of matching family pajamas, you weren’t entirely serious until the boys backed you up. Whether they were truly into it or were just going along because they knew their dad would hate it, you have no idea. But Eddie grumbled and agreed, and once it’s just the two of you, declared that you are the only person in the whole world that he would do this for. 

Eddie goes to the window and pulls back the pink curtains with the white polka dots while you settle into the rocking chair with your baby. 

“Wow,” Eddie says as he looks outside. “It must’ve snowed the whole night. Everything is white.”

“Hear that, Eliza?” you coo as she begins to drink. “Your very first Christmas is a white Christmas. I think your brothers are going to have some fun outside later. Maybe we’ll go out and join them.”

Eddie looks over his shoulder at you. “Does she have enough clothes to layer up and go outside in this?”

“Enough clothes?” you ask with a chuckle. “Between the baby shower, Max and Nancy giving us some of their old baby clothes, and what we and the boys bought? I think she has enough layers to look like the Michelin Man.”

“Oh, but look at those rolls,” Eddie says in that baby-talk that’s pretty rare for him. He grins and kneels down next to the two of you in the rocker. “She already looks like the Michelin Man.”

There’s no denying Eliza’s rolls around her wrists and knees and ankles are absolutely the most adorable thing ever. And there is most definitely a long list of adorable things about Eliza. 

Once Eliza is done eating, you burp her—and she gives you one her father is quite proud of—and change her diaper, then you head out into the hallway and it’s time to wake the boys. 

Eddie walks into Luke’s room and heavily plops down on the mattress, making the ten-year-old bounce. He’s usually a pain to wake up in the morning, but Christmas is an exception. 

Luke rouses with a sleepy laugh and rubs at his eyes. “Present time?” he asks.

“I dunno,” Eddie casually replies, shrugging his shoulders as though the thought hadn’t even occurred to him. “You think Santa came this year? I haven’t checked the tree yet.”

“And why wouldn’t he come?” you ask from the doorway, holding Eliza. Luke glances over at you and grins; you return his gesture in a silent I’ve got your back. 

Eddie, meanwhile, is dead set on provoking him. “Oh, come on,” he scoffs, “Luke had to have made the naughty list.”

Luke playfully lunges at his dad, who catches him and swings him over his own body to let his son land on the floor. 

“Nice try,” Eddie says. “But you’ll never beat me.”

When you let out a snort of laughter from where you’re standing, Eddie raises his eyebrows at you. 

You innocently raise your shoulders and walk across the hall to Ryan’s room. He’s a bit easier to wake up than his younger brother, though he’s started to fit the teenage stereotype of sleeping in late.  

“Oh my God, it snowed! A lot!” you hear Luke shout from his room, which makes you chuckle. “It’s like Antarctica!”

You can practically hear Eddie playfully rolling his eyes. “Yeah, bud. We’ll see a penguin waddle by in a sec.”

Ryan is already awake from all the chaos. He’s slightly grumpy from his unconventional wake-up call, but he smiles as soon as he stumbles into the hallway and scoops Eliza from your arms. 

“Merry Christmas, baby sis!” he coos. You notice that his pajamas barely reach his ankles even though you’d only bought them a few weeks ago. “You ready to see what Santa brought this year?”

As anticipated, Eliza says nothing, but you unanimously agree that she’s excited for presents. 

The five of you head to the family room to see multiple gift piles under the meticulously decorated tree. 

Luke points at the biggest pile near the front, blue eyes wide. “Who’s that for?”

“Eliza,” you tell him as you ruffle his curls. “Mostly from you and Ryan, I’d wager.” 

The boys had wanted to spoil their new sister with heaps of presents; you had to continually remind them that she’ll quickly grow out of any clothes and won’t be playing with toys for a few more months. Eddie had to keep reminding them that they were technically spending his money on the baby. He’d found it nearly impossible to say no to them, his heart swelling with pride that he’d raised such thoughtful—if not rambunctious—young men. 

Luke and Ryan get down on the floor, while you and Eddie sit down on the couch with the baby. 

“So, this is how we do it, Eliza,” Luke tells his sister, as if she will grasp any of what he’s saying. “Ryan picks up a present, reads who it’s to and from, then he gives it to me, and I give it to whoever’s it is.” It’s a tradition they’d started before Luke learned how to read, but it’s stuck throughout the years. 

Eliza lets out a few puffs of air that Luke takes as confirmation that she understands.  

“She gets me,” he says simply.

“Or,” Eddie teases, “she can’t tell which one of you is Ryan and which one of you is Luke in these ridiculous matching pajamas.” 

The four of you take turns opening Eliza’s presents for her. Each time a new one is opened you try to get her attention to show it to her, but she rarely cares. Eddie’s curls start to be more of interest to her than anything anyone else is doing. 

Whenever Luke or Ryan open them for her, they get really excited and hype their sister up about whatever it is that she got.

“Wow, Eliza! Look at this dress!” Luke says as he picks it up and shows her. “It has Princess Ariel on it! I bet you’re going to love the princesses.”

“Ooh, Eliza! Look at these!” Ryan shakes the oversized keyring with the pastel-colored plastic keys hanging from it. “You can drive Dad’s car with these.”

“I’d let her drive it before I let either of you two menaces behind the wheel.”

Eventually, Eliza’s pile is depleted, and the boys open their own presents. Ironically, they were more enthused for Eliza’s, though their new Game Boys are an absolute hit. There was eventually a gift that Eliza seemed to be enthralled with though. The only thing that really caught her attention was the shininess of a new watch that Eddie got from Luke. She wanted to put it directly in her mouth, but Eddie stopped her as Luke warned that he wasn’t sure if it was water proof or not. 

Once presents are done, Eddie cleans up the variety of wrapping paper while you dress Eliza in her Christmas candy cane outfit. This outfit Eddie picked out. It seemed only fair since you practically forced him into the pajamas. 

It’s nap time for Eliza, so you settle her down while the boys go through their new gifts. The clothes they received only got a once over while the toys and video games were more heavily scrutinized. 

After Luke makes his rounds through his toys, he notices how much snow has built up on the ground.

“Daaaaad!”

“Whaaaat?” Eddie mimics as he walks in the room.

Luke walks over and gives his dad an over the top smile—a telltale sign that he wants something.

“Wanna go play in the snoooow?”

Eddie pretends to consider the question even though he’s been waiting for one of the boys to ask all day. He’s still a kid at heart and has been dying to get out there and mess around. 

“I guess I could go for kicking your asses in a snowball fight.”

“Luke and I can take you, old man!” Ryan says.

“Two against one? Huh. Babe? Wanna come be on my team?”

“Sorry, hot stuff,” you say as you stroll in from the kitchen. “Then who would be here to get little Miss Eliza up from her nap and get her all bundled up for the snow?”

Eddie suddenly looks a bit more serious. “She’s going to have to have a lot of layers.”

“Really? Because I was going to bring her out in just her diaper.” You can’t help but chuckle at Eddie’s protectiveness and lean up to press a kiss to his lips. “Don’t worry. She’ll have so many layers she’ll look like the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man.”

The three men get all layered up and you get comfortable in a cozy chair near the window with a mug of hot chocolate to watch their shenanigans unfold. The boys go to one side of the yard and start making snowballs while Eddie goes to the other side. Your husband makes a little snow barrier that he can crouch behind before he starts making his snowball supply. 

“Teach these kids to call me old,” he mumbles to himself. 

Eddie quickly throws a snowball that hits the back of Luke’s head before he ducks back behind his wall. Eddie tries to control his laughter, but it keeps coming out in hot puffs of breath that he can see float away from his mouth.

“What the?!” Luke shouts, looking all around. “How’d he do that?”

Eddie chuckles to himself as he creates more ammunition. These amateurs. 

You look on in amusement as the three of them commence in all-out war. Eddie clearly gets the better of them, which you can tell he’s secretly proud of. Or not-so-secretly as he sticks his tongue out at them and taunts them. You’d swear you were the one in this relationship who is older by a decade, not him. 

After a while of running around, your sons and husband fall into a pile in the middle of the yard, obviously tired from so much exertion. You giggle as you watch them try and catch their breaths; Luke literally reaching up with his gloved hands to swipe at the condensation his huffing and puffing is causing. 

Luke is the first one up and starts tugging on his dad’s coat sleeve to pull him up too. Ryan is the next one up, then finally Eddie. It takes you a couple of minutes to figure out what they’re doing at first. It looks like they’re just moving piles of snow around with no rhyme or reason. 

Just as you’ve put together that they’re trying to build an igloo, you hear Eliza’s cries coming from her room. You get up from your warm cocoon on the chair and wander into Eliza’s nursery where she’s whining for attention.

“What’s all the fuss about?” you ask as you scoop her up. “It’s Christmas. Didn’t anyone tell you there’s no crying on Christmas?”

Eliza’s only response is a tiny sneeze that makes you giggle.

“God bless you. Now, let’s see how many layers of clothes we can put on you before you’re as good as bubble wrapped.”

When you open the back door, both you and your daughter bundled up tightly against the cold, the igloo looks like it had some architectural issues. Eddie pushes himself off the ground and comes over to the two of you. 

“Look at my girls. So cute in all your layers.” He presses a kiss to your nose, which gives you a shiver.  

“Your lips are freezing!” you exclaim, scrunching your face. 

“What do you expect?” Eddie asks with a laugh. “Igloo construction is very serious work that can only be done in these dire weather conditions.”

A few snowflakes fall onto Eliza’s pale pink coat, and she blinks at them in confusion before they melt away. 

“How is the construction crew doing?” you ask, nodding to the boys and their building, snow stuck to their gloves like Velcro. 

“Some structural problems,” Eddie shrugs. “Definitely inhabitable, but I don’t have the heart to break it to them.” He brushes his gloves onto his jacket and holds his arms out towards Eliza. “Come here, you.”

He takes her, snuggling her to his chest, and walks over to where the boys are working tirelessly. Crouching down, he lets Eliza’s legs hang down so her booted up little feet are on the snowy ground.  

“Hey, ‘Liza,” Luke chirps. “We’re making a house out of snow.”

“It’s not going too well,” Ryan adds under his breath. 

His brother scowls. “She doesn’t know that!” he hisses. 

Eliza’s eyes track the snowflakes falling down around her. 

“You like the snow, huh?” Eddie asks her, kissing the tiniest sliver of exposed forehead beneath her fuzzy hood. 

A chunk of the attempted igloo comes off in Ryan’s hands and he lets out a defeated sigh. “You wanna try some snow?” he asks Eliza just as you walk over to join them. He breaks off the snow into a small chunk and holds it up near Eliza’s lips. She only stares at it for a second before Eddie helps her lean in and she opens her mouth, just as she does when she’s trying to eat. 

The moment the coldness touches her lips, Eliza turns her head and curls her hands towards her face, making the rest of you laugh.

“Cold, huh?” Ryan chuckles, tossing aside the snow that Eliza hasn’t consumed. 

“All right,” Eddie says as he stands up, shifting his daughter in his arms. “I don’t know about you boys, but my butt is pretty numb. What do you say we head inside?”

Both boys whine, even though you can tell by their chattering teeth that they’re getting a bit cold themselves. 

“How’s hot chocolate sound?” you add.

That gets both boys up and headed towards the back door. Eddie walks ahead of you with Eliza, and you shuffle towards him so you can whisper in his ear. 

“If you can’t feel your ass, maybe I could feel it for you?” Your lips curl into a smirk. 

Eddie turns to face you. “Why, Mrs. Munson, how very naughty of you.” His kiss lingers in a way that tells you to expect a special gift the moment you two are truly alone. 

It takes a few minutes for everyone to peel off their wet clothes. Eddie and Ryan work on throwing the snow-soaked pants and socks into the dryer while you recruit Luke to help a freshly warmed Eliza into her swing in the living room so you can make hot chocolate. 

Luke buckles the straps over Eliza’s red and white outfit and turns the swing on the lowest setting. It gently sways her back and forth from left to right, which is usually her favorite thing in the world, but her tiny cries warn that she is not amused. 

“Hey, what’s the whining about?” Luke asks, frowning at his fussy sister. 

Eliza squeals and throws her little arms up as much as she’s able to as though purposely acting in defiance. 

Luke immediately springs into action. “No, no!” He scrambles for an idea. “Here, watch me, Eliza!”

He starts to do an overexaggerated jig in front of her and sings I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas.

“I want a hippopotamus for Christmas. Only a hippopotamus will do. I don't want a doll, no dinky Tinkertoy. I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy!”

Eliza stops her crying and just stares at her older brother as he continues his impromptu performance. 

“I can see me now on Christmas morning, creeping down the stairs. Oh, what joy and what surprise. When I open up my eyes to see my hippo hero standing there!”

Watching the mini concert from the kitchen, you notice that Eliza is mesmerized by her brother; the look on her face reads, “what the hell are you doing?”, but you’re not going to question whatever it is that’s quieted her down—even if it means being subjected to one of the most irritating holiday songs in existence. 

“I want a hippopotamus for Christmas. Only a hippopotamus will do. No crocodiles, or rhinoceroseses. I only like hippopotamuseses. And hippopotamuses like me too!”

Successfully distracted, the baby makes spit bubbles and flaps her arms. Luke feels that he’s done his job, and he gives a small bow. 

Luke finishes imagining the applause his baby sister so obviously wants to give him when Eddie comes into the living room carrying two mugs full of steaming hot chocolate.

“Hey, Timberlake. Here’s your drink.”

You and Ryan are right behind him as you carefully balance your own drinks, giggling at each other as you check on one another’s progress from the corner of your eyes. It’s almost a game to see if one of you will spill a few drops before the other.

Luke plops down in the chair you had been sitting in while watching the boys outside and Ryan settles in on the loveseat. You take advantage of your husband sitting alone on the couch to cuddle up to his side. Eddie settles one arm over your shoulders and brings his Metallica mug to his lips with his other hand. Taking care to hold your “Meowy Christmas” mug dotted in adorable kittens in both of your hands, you rest your head on his shoulder. Your eyes admire the cup that Luke gave you last year for Christmas before they drift over to your daughter comfortably rocking in her swing. 

Her large eyes move from family member to family member, as if wondering what you’re all doing. You imagine her holding her own little mug-shaped bottle to join in with the rest of you and you let out a soft giggle at the thought.

“What, baby?” Eddie asks softly.

“Nothing,” you say with a shake of your head. “Just look at our little girl. Watching all of us.”

Eddie smiles when he looks over and his daughter’s gaze locks on his. He feels as if one more ounce of happiness was pumped into his heart it would explode. The room is still and quiet, but Eliza continues to look on as the four of you warm up by drinking the confectionary delight. 

By the time the four of you have emptied your mugs, Eliza is fast asleep in her swing. Eddie presses a kiss to your temple, and you take his empty cup as he rises to his feet. He walks over, slowly stops the rocking, and scoops Eliza up. She lets out a little sigh as Eddie resituates her in his arms; her classic sign of contentment when she knows she’s safe in her daddy’s care. He carries the sleeping infant into her room and lays her down in her crib. 

“Sweet dreams, sweet pea.”

An hour later, the buzzer rings. 

Wayne’s on the other side of the door, two pizza boxes in hand. Since Eliza is still so little and requires almost all of your energy, there isn’t a fancy meal this year, but no one seems to mind. 

The Munson patriarch sets the food on the table, opening the boxes to reveal pepperoni & green peppers atop each pie. “Christmas colors,” he announces proudly. 

Eddie pops a Christmas album into the CD player as you all gather around the table and eat. By some miracle, Luke and Ryan manage to take their slices without fighting over the bigger one, and you thank your lucky stars. 

No sooner do you sit down and lift your own slice to your lips, Eliza’s cry bleats through the baby monitor. You instinctively start to stand, but Wayne puts a gentle hand out to stop you. 

“I got it,” he assures you, walking into the room where Eliza lays in her crib. 

“You’re the cutest candy cane I’ve ever seen!” you hear him exclaim as he lifts her to carry her back out to the kitchen.

He takes his seat next to Luke, who holds his slice in the baby’s direction, a glob of sauce plopping onto the floor. 

“Eliza, you want some pizza?” He pretends to bring it to her mouth before he pulls back and cackles. “Aahh, just kidding!”

The tiny baby manages to stay awake for the entirety of dinner, but by the end of dessert, she’s starting to get cranky again. 

When it’s time to clear the table, Eddie stands up and stretches his arms high over his head. And so what if your gaze drifted to the pale expanse of his stomach that it showed? 

“Come on, men,” Eddie says. “Let’s get this place looking ship-shaped.”

“You sure you weren’t the one in the military?” Wayne asks with a husky laugh. He hands you the baby who is only getting fussier by the second.

“I think it’s time for some jammies,” you say as you hold her against your chest. Her whines and whimpers in return sound like a disagreement, so you can only imagine what her backtalk will be like when she can speak. 

“Not fair,” Luke says with a huff as you move to leave the dining room. You turn around and raise an eyebrow at him.

“What’s not fair?” you ask.

“You don’t have to clean,” he says as he picks up the bowl of mashed potatoes that is now so empty it looks as if it’s been licked clean. It wouldn’t surprise you if it was, honestly. 

“Do you want to try and get Miss Crankypants into her pajamas? Then to bed?” you ask.

“No,” Luke admits with a groan and brings the empty dishes into the kitchen.

“That’s what I thought,” you say to Eliza as you carry her down the hall to her room. 

It’s time for the annual tradition of watching Charlie Brown’s Christmas, but Eliza still hasn’t gone to sleep. You’re not sure how long you’ve been trying to soothe her to sleep, but it feels like it’s been hours. You tell the guys to start watching it without you as you start to walk throughout the house with your fussy daughter in your arms. The rocking motion of walking tends to have a calming effect on her. Hasn’t worked so far, but it’s worth another shot.

“Come on, sweetie,” you beg her. “You had a big day. You must be so tired.”

She continues her protests, so you hold her closer to your chest, her green elf pajamas soft in your hands. On your fourth lap of the house, you pass by the living room again but there’s music coming from the television this time.

Eliza stops her fussing at the sound. The scene ends and Eliza starts to act up again, so you take another lap around the house. Once more back at the living room, there’s music and again she calms down. 

“Hmm…” you hum to yourself.

Testing your theory, you sit at the edge of the couch and keep your firm hold on Eliza. The music continues as Eliza calms all the way down. This time, she’s calmed enough that you can sit back on the couch and enjoy the show with your family. Every time a scene with music comes on, Eliza gets happier and even gives you a smile that you’re pretty sure had nothing to do with gas.

“You like the music, huh?” you ask your daughter softly. 

“Making her daddy proud,” Eddie says, throwing a wink your way. 

Not much later, Eliza falls asleep, and it allows you to watch the rest of the program with your family. When it’s time for bed, the boys each get up and press a soft kiss to their sister’s forehead. Once they’ve gone to brush their teeth, you bring Eliza into her room, Eddie right behind you. You gently lay her down and Eddie snakes his arms around your waist from behind. Both of you look down at your daughter, her little pink lips parted as her chest moves up and down with her steady breathing. The soft downy hairs on her head are starting to get a curl to them and you smile at the thought of her having hair like your husband.

Eddie presses a kiss to your cheek and rests his chin on your shoulder so he can look down at the sleeping girl as well.

“We made a cute baby,” Eddie says softly.

“The cutest,” you agree. 

[queenofallimagines]

Omg hello!! I just read your devotee headcanons(they were all amazing I loved them) for the brothers and I just wanted to ask if you could do one for guardian angel simeon???in my religion we believe that every person has a guardian angel so imagine how funny it would be when you come down to the devildom and simeon is like :o it's you!!

Certainly beloved!💕 I think this one might be the longest😭

Simeon:

- unlike the others, notices right off the bat

- He’s been assigned to you since before birth like come on he could recognize you by just an eyelash

- Will be slightly hurt if you don’t recognize him

- “You don’t remember me?🥺 but I sing you a lullaby when you were 2”

- Sir…. Please be serious, that’s like 3 seconds of memory

- Will passive aggressively push for you to move in with him in purgatory hall

- Lucifer is exhausted because he’s always there

- “You act like you LIVE here. Go back to YOUR dorms!”

- “Bold of you to think I would leave MY precious, amazing human here will all of you unsupervised”

- He’s not about to stop being clingy neither

- Sharing old stories at student coy meetings like you have got to stop him before he gets out a photo album 😭

- Scolds you like a parent

- “I know you’re now doing what you shouldn’t be”

- Luke is your honorary baby brother

- Will ask Luke to watch you like he’s tall enough to reach the microwave

- “Luke I’ll be back in a minute make sure they don’t have any more sweets”

- Like you’re literally grown💀please tell him to back off a little or this will get worse

- When he realizes he’s falling for you in a way Guardian Angels shouldn’t. He panics

- This the same shit Lilith did

- And he got demoted for just AGREEING with Lucifer about the war

- Hides it like he’s gonna take it to the grave, especially from Luke

- You notice he starts avoiding you a little and will lie through his teeth that he’s just feeling a little under the weather

- Lucifer peeped game though, and he’s like yeah absolutely NOT

- he’s not letting anything else happen to any more of his Family

- Will lock your ass up until he gets Simeon alone to have a talk with him

- Like you now have a curfew 😭

- Listen…. He would tear apart the entire exchange program over lesson 16,,,,

- Like y know how Diavolo said Simeon is the ONE person he doesn’t want to piss off?

- Yeah it’s like inconsolable now

- In any timeline any life any dimension he will feel you’re endanger

- In like Bible canon they really can’t help unless god gives them the okay so they’re often times forced to watch the one they were bound to protect suffer

- But this is the devildom and he don’t really got eyes down here. So who’s to stop him from coming to your aid??

- Even though you’re “technically” okay he’s still like not having it

- As soon as it happens he feels a sharp cold pain throughout his entire body and drops whatever he’s holding

- Struggling to remember how to breathe all he can think about is sprinting to the house of lamentation

- Busts open the doors to see you in mammon arms, and it’s like his whole world shatters

- He hears belphie laughing, and he’s never felt rage like this before

- Lucifer is fighting for his LIFE because he’s having to balance feeling grief, shock,rage, and also try to keep his brothers from going off the deep end so he’s like frozen

- Can’t think fast enough to stop Simeon from unleashing some divine punishment on this spoiled brat

- Lucifer does snatch him up because he will literally kill him in cold blood right there if he doesn’t reason with him

- Almost snaps back on Lucifer before you show up again for the intermission

- Shaking and crying with relief

- You’re gonna make him literally faint MC please😭

- Like don’t the angels use a LOT of magic to keep their emotions in check so they don’t go crazy like demons do?

- They’re having to suppress every emotion ever and dull those

- So he’s got like a couple of eons of just raw feelings pent-up beating his ass all at once

- When you explain the reveal he’s like REALLY about to throw up

- Lucifer and everyone are like feeling relief and are glad you’re okay

- Almost wants to break mammon arms for holding you and barely letting anyone else get near you

- But he’s frozen in shock too

- Lucifer side eying Simon like,,,,, me too bro, but he has NO idea how to talk to him about that?

- Settles for holding you as tight as possible and whispering a prayer into your hair for protection

- Teaches you to use your angel powers

- But doubles down on his over protectiveness

- Helicopter angel now

- Which doesn’t really mesh well with Lucifer’s attachment anxiety

- will come pick you up at random ass times and whisk you away for no reason

- Like the exam is in a month why are you studying devildom history now???

- Causing Lucifer to freak the fuck out when he does his randomly scheduled MC room check-ups

- Doesn’t even think to text you before hyperventilating

- Luckily enough, the first time you come back with Simeon attached at the hip

- Him and Lucifer have gotten into it a few times over this

- Dia is forced to call a student council meeting without you present

- You and Luke think the meeting is tomorrow and are making snacks

- he’s like okay Simeon you can’t keep doing this

- And he goes OFF

- Like this is HIS fault for not watching and protecting you

- Like if this is supposed to be for human angels and demons to coexist you’re doing a shit job

- Almost single-handedly shuts down the program by saying he will take you home and make sure they never get near you ever again

- Lucifer feeling so much guilt he can’t breathe is trying to be in his best behavior and be rational, but Simeon is relentless

- He’s talking out the side of his neck until he snaps back on some “you’re literally following in Lilith’s footsteps! Do you not think that the celestial real won’t also deal out a punishment for MC? You falling from grace isn’t the only thing on the line here.”

- OOP

- It’s suddenly crickets

- Even Barbados is like 😦🫢

- He can’t even deny those allegations so he’s just like glaring at him

- Solomon steps in bc WOW this is getting crazy

- Reasons with him that because you have a pact with all of them now they CANT hurt you and you’re training under him as a sorcerer so you’ll be fully equipped to defend yourself from anything

- Simeon relents at least sitting back down in his chair

- Explains there really nobody best as a candidate for representing the three realms than you being a part of all three of them

- (Lilith when she died wasn’t an angel or a demon but something in between so in my head MC has always been all three; human demon and angel and that’s why they’re extra immune to demon magic)

- Simeon agreeing to chill out a little bit swearing if anything else ever happens to you, he wouldn’t hesitate to target whoever’s directly responsible

- Imagine how awkward the actual meeting is tomorrow 😭

- You’re having a great morning and everyone holding they breath

- Barbados my beloved is the only one who’s got enough sense and acting skills to act like nothing happened

- When you stop lord Doavolo mid-sentence to ask what the FUCK is up with these rancid vibes

- Barbatos kindly informs you that it’s the stress from a new school event that diavolo has yet to announce

- “It happens annually (lie) and it’s usually very exhausting to put together. Perhaps you can alleviate some of that for us.”

- Everyone subtlety lets out the breath they were holding seeing you so excited to help out

- Barbatos stirring the pot a little more ALSO suggests you run the maid bunny café

- Suddenly everyone forgets what the elephant in the room was and is now talking over each other

- There was no school event btw LMAO so they just had to make one up and then take three weeks to prepare for it.

- Great way to lift the spirits though✨

[gotskamstuff]

CHAT PAUSE, I MIGHT BE ONTO SOMETHING (or once again might be clowning)

THE DEATH CURSE IS NOT REAL!!

‼️S4 SPOILERS AHEAD‼️

I’ve spent the last 24 hours stressing over that fact that JJ is part of a family with a death curse on them… BUT THE CURSE PROBABLY DOESN’T EVEN EXIST!!

I apologize in advance ‘cause this is gonna be long, like looooong but follow me.

Wes Genrette (basically JJ’s grandpa) is the one who seemed the most convinced about the curse on his family probably because he never recovered from the sudden and tragic death of his daughter and that’s when he started believing in it, remember how Hollis told Rafe that the land on Goat Island remained untouched for a long time for generations and ALL OF A SUDDEN they now think it’s hunted and wand to get rid of it? There you go! It started with Larissa Genrette’s death.

HOWEVER is it really hunted? Ok Wes Genrette died like he knew he would, BUT he didn’t just drop dead in an unexplainable manner after supposedly seeing the ghost…HE WAS CONFIRMED TO BE MURDERED, STRANGLED BY A REAL PERSON!!

But who did it?

One thing that the forensic doctor also said to Shoupe is that the body found on the beach died in the same way by the same hands, so it means it’s a recurring method used by the killer…and do you remember how Cleo was about to get killed when taken hostage and Pope almost didn’t arrive on time? EXACTLY! PINNED DOWN TO THE FLOOR GETTING STRANGLED!!!

The man that went to the shop to ask “you’re those treasure hunting kids” and tried to kill JJ and Kie underwater and then also took Cleo is the one behind the killings, is he the main villain? Absolutely not! As we’ve seen he’s clearly being used to do the “dirty work” and taking orders, working for the main villain.

And who is the main villain? ALL OF THEM!!

Let me explain better, I think that Dalia (the British lady who’s the killer boss), Chadler Groff (JJ’s biological father) and Hollis Robinson (the real estate developer) are all working together orchestrated by Chandler.

Let’s take it step by step because there’s so much I unpacked (or think I did lol) and I hope I can make it understandable.

One of the major plot twists at the end of part 1 that we are not putting enough attention on is the fact that we see Chandler Groff and Hollis Robinson working together AND ACTUALLY IT IS A BIG REVEAL!!!

It’s big because it explains the whole motive behind the villains goal for this season’s plot.

You remember what business deal Hollis was making with Rafe? What her estate development plan is about? YEAH, GOAT ISLAND!

Chandler Groff and Hollis Robinson (who are also most likely together in a romantic relationship) are after Goat Island and becoming the owners of that land that’s worth a fortune.

The only thing in the way with that? The Genrette’s family!

Goat Island is property of the Genrette’s family and has been for generations and they are the only rightful heir to the mansion and land, Chandler however is only a son in law and a acquired family member by marriage, he is not a descendant of the family and therefore he doesn’t have any claim over the property as long as a member of the Genrette’s family is alive to inherit the island!

This brings us to the fact that Chandler is the one behind both Larissa’s (and also attempted JJ/Jackson) and Wes deaths, why? Because they were all direct heir to Goat Island before him. Now they’re all gone and he’s the only surviving member of the family who can legally claim the land in the eyes of the law. A tale as old as time, family killing family for the inheritance.

This also brings us to why and how JJ ended up with Luke.

I think at this point it’s pretty safe to say that Chandler killed his own wife Larissa and planned to kill their son (JJ) along with her, masking the whole thing as an accidental drowning but of course we know that the kid survived, JJ is right there.

My theory is that Luke Maybank either used to work for the Genrette’s family doing whatever maintenance job on the property (remember how in the first episode Chandler said to the Pogues that many people worked there over the years and never seemed to stick around for long?) or simply he had some sort of rapport with Larissa and therefore Luke is the one who found newborn JJ alive on Goat Island, which clearly wasn’t in Chandler’s plan who wanted him dead along with Larissa.

To get rid of him quickly before Wes Genrette found out that his nephew survived, Chandler probably offered Luke some money and a house on the Cut (or whatever he found convenient) to just take the kid with him and tell everyone it was his, a Maybank.

And the question everyone has been asking themselves since the reveal: why did Luke take this kid if he clearly didn’t want him and abused him for his whole life? My personal theory over this is that 1. As I said he was probably offered something convenient for him and as we know he is an opportunistic asshole 2. Luke actually said something important while revealing the truth to JJ, he said “I did it to help Larissa” which makes me think that perhaps Luke and Larissa actually did have an affair and Luke truly loved her (or at least he felt some sort of affection for her) so when Chandler Groff tried to get rid of his own son, Luke must have clocked that he was the one behind Larissa’s death and tried to do the same with their kid and therefore Luke realized that Chandler would’ve probably still killed JJ if he didn’t take him away, so he did and took Larissa’s son just for her sake and because he loved her…which also explains why in S1 Luke says to JJ something along the lines of “sorry that sometimes I’m like this, it’s just that you remind me of your mother” and gets triggered ‘cause he loved her and she’s dead.

Another important thing that Luke says to JJ in the reveal is “I guess the old man figured it out eventually” referring to Wes and the letter he wrote to JJ before dying, which explains that Wes never had any idea that his nephew was alive up until recently.

This brings us to where we left things off, the Pogues have completely abandoned the necklace part of the treasure ‘cause they are just left at “ok Wes is dead, our deal is done and we got the 5k byeee” and moved on to the blue crown for personal reasons ‘cause it’s worth a fortune…however once they find out about JJ’s affiliation to the Genrette’s family and to the curse, they’re gonna get focused on retrieving the necklace again to break the curse and save JJ.

Chandler is gonna take advantage of that making JJ believe he’s next for the curse and hopefully killing him with this excuse like he did for the other family members, and while the Pogues are distracted with the necklace he will go after the blue crown which technically also is part of JJ’s family fortune since they are related to the captain who killed Blackbeard and took over his ships.

He’ll do that with the help of the mercenaries led by Dalia with whom he probably made a deal and promised part of the treasure, if not the necklace itself which is why the Pogues will struggle to get it back and focus more on fighting with those mercenaries to retrieve it.

Now Chandler still doesn’t know that JJ has discovered that truth and he’s playing nice with the Pogues, he still thinks that JJ will live the rest of his life convinced of being a Maybank, but once JJ confronts him about it the truth then his true colors are gonna show and the Pogues will probably figure it out that this curse doesn’t even exist and it was Chandler all along who played into it and took advantage of this old legend to get away with all his murders of the Genrette’s family.

This also would explain why in the end we see Rafe and the Pogues working together in Morocco, they’re gonna find out that Chandler and Hollis fucked over the both of them together (Hollis is definitely scamming Rafe so they can use the Cameron’s money for the investments) and Rafe is gonna propose to Pogues “hey let’s join forces and go after them”.

I hope I explained what my thoughts are clearly enough, sorry if some part weren’t easy to follow but English isn’t my first language and I try my best, and although I gotta admit I am patting myself on the back a little ‘cause it does make sense, PLEASE REMEMBER THAT THOSE ARE JUST MY THEORIES AND SPECULATIONS, IT’S STILL NOTHING CERTAIN SO TAKE IT WITH A GRAIN OF SALT!!

[crazyaboutto]

The pain of being a book reader that’s been made into a show

The writers and directors literally have completed series in their hands. They have the writer’s feedback as well or at least they initially said so in season 1.

Why the fuck are they deviating from canon so much? I’m trying to think HOTD as high budgeted fan fiction but damn it’s so hard. You’re getting paid a lot and working on one of the most well known series and you just fuck up

I was already pissed with Aegon’s dream nonsense as well as Rhaenys bursting out of coronation just for shock value but it’s going downhill fast. That dream leads to absolutely nothing. We don’t even have NK like the GOT version in the books. Also, still prefer book version of Alicent both age and character wise.

It was so fast paced in season 1 and now they’re dragging the story. They’re also deviating from the canon a lot

Why does Alicent actually believe “that’s what Viserys wanted”? She wants the throne for her bloodline and that’s it. It’s her wish for power, not for actually believing in whatever Viserys was saying.

It also feels like Rhaenyra would be fine with Aegon’s usurping if Luke didn’t die. She is the throne. The war started when the greens hid the death of the king.

Why is Daemon tripping for so long? He took harrenhall and that’s it. He raised the armies 3 times before the Dance. He’s a fearsome and competent general but he’s basically just a random dude who took acid trips. Ryan saying Daemon doesn’t have the skill set to raise an army lmao give me a break

Perhaps, they do not want to show cruel side of Rhaenyra by ordering the death of Nettles and not harming Daemon after Mysaria told Rhaenyra? on one hand, Daemon might have cheated with Nettles, or it was father-daughter relationship like Mushroom thinks. It feels like they’re wasting our time with Daemon’s trips like him fucking his mother nonsense to erase Nettles.

Why are they trying to erase the connection between Valyrian and dragons? No normal person can bond with a dragon. Be it Valeryon or Targaryen, you need Valyrian blood. And the whole stupid “illusion” thing in the show.

They also wasted Laena so badly in season 1. If they’re all for sapphic representation instead of just creating buzz on internet, they could have gone for Laena x Rhaenyra moments. I’m not even sure if the adult versions were on screen together. Soon after we got older Laena, she died. It’s literally book canon that Rhaenyra was “very fond” of Laena. It’s also pretty much implied that there were things between them and ot3 with Daemon

Not to mention they erased the lesbian fighter character who loves killing men and kissing women. I’m talking about Sabitha (Frey) and her lover Alysanne Blackwood. Would rather (want to) see them acting like they’re “very close friends” than a Alicole sex scene

We don’t even have Daeron lol

We haven’t seen Haelena’s mourning well instead we saw random things. Blood and Cheese wasn’t even done properly. If you’re slowing down the pace and will end the Dance in season 3, at least show more of Haelena’s mourning. Show the sibling interactions between the greens.

Another thing, who the hell is Aeriana? Her?

I’m just reminded of how after the books ended, D&D took liberties with characters and we got the clusterfuck of season 7-8. Now I feel like they’ll do the same thing in season 3

And I fear what they’ll do with Aegon the conqueror. Like maybe he tricked Visenya and Rhaenys into marrying him and conquering the 7 kingdoms? Maybe the sisters didn’t want to kill but were forced to because they’re such angels? Or Visenya can’t fight well

Why does HBO keep making shows about the house it abhors?

[theemporium]

now you got me thinking of reader going silent around finals and she’s stressed and overwhelmed and not eating and just feeling miserable and she doesn’t want to drag Quinn into this feeling when he needs to focus

and somehow it lines up with his bye week and he flies to Michigan to check on her and just care for her and she feels so guilty but he keeps reassuring her that he wants to take care of her

i put this in the quinn x luke's bff!reader universe! thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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Quinn knew something was up when your most consistent messages were coming through at four in the morning.

He knew you were going to be overwhelmed with assignments and finals around this time of the year. He knew your responses might not be as consistent, or that facetimes would be less likely with you spending most of your time in the library. Quinn knew this, but there was a tug in his gut that something wasn’t quite right. 

He tried to ignore it. He tried to just reassure himself that he was being a bit overbearing and that you were fine, that you just needed to push through this stint of exams and everything would be normal again. He tried, but one phone call with Luke talking about how worried he was when he hadn’t heard from you in almost three days. 

Quinn didn't even think twice when he booked a ticket straight back to Michigan. If he was being honest, he hadn’t even thought it through. He vaguely messaged some teammates that he was leaving the city, and then he packed a bag and left for the airport. 

He had sent a message to you but it was left unread even by the time he landed in Michigan. He got a taxi straight to your apartment, bag thrown over his shoulder as he knocked on your door. He was grateful he had a spare key to your apartment, even if his stomach twisted a little at having to use it when your location said you were home. 

His stomach dropped in when he walked inside and saw the state of the flat. It was messy and it was dark and then, he saw a body slumped over the dining table and he felt a little disappointed in himself that he hadn’t picked up on the signs sooner.

“Baby,” he muttered as he dropped his bag by the door, quickly rushing over to you. The table was covered in papers and textbooks and your laptop opened up at a lecture video. You were passed out uncomfortably on a notebook, looking absolutely shattered from the days on days on days of studying. “Wake up for me, honey.”

It took a few minutes before your eyes began to blink open, your brows furrowed together in confusion as you took in the sight of the crouched boy in front of you. It took a few more seconds before you realised it was Quinn, and a few more before you realised that he was actually in front of you—in Michigan when he was supposed to be in Vancouver. 

“Quinn?”

“Hey, pretty girl,” he murmured with a soft smile on his lips, reaching to gently push some hair out of your face. “You scared me for a second.”

“M’sorry,” you murmured, sitting up with a groan as you felt your muscles ache at your awkward position. “What are you doing here?”

“Checking up on you,” he said as he glanced around at the apartment around you. “Baby, this isn't okay.”

You let out a heavy sigh. “But I need to study—”

“Maybe, but you also need to take care of yourself,” he said with a sheepish smile on his face. “But it’s okay, because I am here. And I’m gonna take care of my girl.”

Your face softened. “Quinn—”

“Nuh uh, whatever you’re gonna say, don’t.” He said with a shake of his head as he reached to softly cup your face. “I’m gonna take care of my smart girl, okay? And you’re gonna let me.”

“I’m sorry for dragging you out here,” you murmured in a shy voice. “I know this was your week off—”

“Please,” Quinn scoffed, shaking his head. “Sitting in Vancouver listening to Petey yap on or hanging out with my girl? I think it’s an easy choice.”

You snorted. “I’m telling Petey you said that.”

“I’ll happily tell him myself.”

And Quinn couldn’t help but grin when he heard you laugh, knowing you were one step closer to being back to your normal self after pushing yourself to exhaustion.

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[tickle-minion]

Ticklish Farm hand

SFW, but some really evil tickling as the young farm hand learns what happens when he misses a day of work.

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Luke was attending community college in a small town and needed some easy to work to  help pay for his bills.  Being a small college town, there wasn’t actually much work to be had.  After weeks of searching Luke found something that would pay the bills AND not interfere at all with his class schedule…  but the downside was that it involved getting up at the crack of dawn and  tending to and feeding cows on a farm just outside of town.  Luke had a little 10 year old Volvo so getting out to the farm wasn’t bad, but it also meant that he had to call it a night pretty early most nights in order to be able to get up in the mornings.  His boss, Richard, occasionally gave him days off so he could live the life of a college student.  

One Friday night Luke was invited out to the bar by Nancy, a girl he’d been interested in since the start of the term.  Luke had to feed the cows the next morning (as usual), but he didn’t think he could say no to Nancy.  He told himself that he’d just go out early, limit himself to a few drinks, and make it home with plenty of time to sleep and wake up the next morning.

That didn’t happen.

Luke woke up the next morning with his phone chiming and a very large headache.  He rolled over in bed, feeling the most hung over he’d felt in a very long time, and picked up his phone, squinting as he checked to see why it was making all this noise.  At first he was confused, but confusion quickly gave way to panic when he realized he’d slept through his alarm.  He wasn’t just late for work… he’d missed it all together.  Checking his messages, he saw that he’d missed a few calls from Richard, his boss.  Luckily, it was Saturday, so Luke would be able to drive down to the farm to apologize in person.  Despite feeling like death, Luke got dressed as quickly as he could, put on his heavy work boots, and sprinted from his dorm room to his car.

When he arrived at the farm, Luke parked in his usual spot and beelined for the house.  He knocked and waited.  It wasn’t long before he heard the heavy footsteps of Richard coming to the door, and the very pissed off farmer answered.

“Luke, so nice of you to show up,” Richard said from the doorway.  It was clear by the expression on his face that he was not impressed with the farm hand.

“Look, Richard, I’m sorry.  Things got out of hand last night and I -”

“Save it.  Cows were late getting fed this morning, which meant I had to go out and do it.  It fucked up everything else I had to do today.  When I hired you I said I was looking for someone dependable and reliable.  I’m starting to wonder if you’re the right person for the job.”

Luke felt panic rise in his throat.  He needed this job.

“Richard… I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.  This is a one time thing, it’s never going to happen again!  Give me a second chance, I promise I’ll be here every single day.”

Richard gave the boy a good, hard stare while Luke was shaking in his boots.  He wondered just what was going through the farmer’s mind.  It was clear that Richard was pissed, but it was also the first and only time that Luke hadn’t shown up.  

“Alright, listen.  I’ll give you one more chance.  But you gotta follow me and do exactly as I say.  You got it?  Step one toe out of line and you’re gone.  There’s lots of kids at your school who’d jump at a chance to replace you.  Got it?”

Luke nodded eagerly.

“Yes, yes, absolutely.  I’ll do whatever you say.  Thank you Richard, thank you so much.”

“Alright, quit yer jabbering and follow me.”

Richard stepped out of the house and started making his way to his old wooden barn.  As far as Luke knew, there wasn’t much in there since Richard built the newer, larger barn.

Pushing open the door, Richard and Luke both stepped in.  It was a large building that still smelled like animals even though there weren’t any.  Sunlight came in through the gaps between the boards and motes of dust floated in the sunbeams.

“Take a seat on the bench and take off yer boots,” Richard said, grabbing a nearby wooden crate.

“Oh, um, alright,” Luke answered, taking a seat as he was directed and untying his heavy work boots.

Richard returned and put the crate down in front of Luke.

“Alright, now prop those feet of yers up on the box.  I gotta grab somethin’.”

Luke did as he was told.  He dropped both boots on the ground beside the bench and hoisted his legs up, resting the heels of his white Hanes-sock feet on the wooden crate.  This was getting weird, but he was willing to put up with a little weird if it meant keeping his job.

Luke just sat there, mindlessly wiggling his toes, waiting for Richard to return.  It didn’t take long for Richard to come back.  He was holding a tube of something in his hands.

“Alright kid,” Richard said as he pulled up a stool to sit in front of Luke’s socked feet, “time to see how farm life has been treating these feet of yours.”

“You’re going to what?” Luke sputtered as Richard pulled off both of his socks, exposing his bare feet.

RIchard leaned forward a little bit, inspecting the soles of Luke’s feet.

“Hmm, looks like they’re a little rough.  That happens when you’re working on a farm.  I’m guessing your feet were much softer and tender before you came to work for me, huh?”

Suddenly very uncomfortable, Luke gave a nervous chuckle.

“Y-yeah, I guess.”

“Well good thing for you I got the cure for that.”

Richard popped open the tube he was carrying and squirted some white substance into his hand.  Luke was finally able to see it was some sort of moisturizing lotion.

“I keep a few bottles of this around.  You’d be surprised how dry yer hands and feet get working out here.”

Without a word, Richard rubbed his hands together, smearing the motion between them, and grabbed one of Luke’s feet.  Surprised that someone was touching his foot, Luke jumped slightly on the stool and instinctively tried to pull his foot away.  Try as he might, he couldn’t.  Richard’s grip was too strong.

“Remember what I said, kid.  You do whatever I say or else you’re out of a job.  I’m telling you to keep yer feet on this box and don’t move them.  Understand?”

Not fully understanding what was happening, Luke just managed a sheepish nod.

Satisfied with the response, Richard turned his attention back to Luke’s foot.  Using his powerful, rough hands, Richard began to massage the lotion into Luke’s foot.  His thumbs pressed into Luke’s instep, working in small circles.  His palms were flat against Luke’s broad soles, rubbing the lotion in.  Fingers flossed between each individual toe, getting everything smooth and slick,getting a small embarrassed giggle from the college student.

“A little ticklish, are we?  That’s good to know.”

Luke just leaned back on the stool and found… that he actually kind of liked it.  He liked the feeling of those big hands working and massaging his foot.  It was true, since he’d started working he’d noticed his feet were getting rough (and often sore), so having someone pamper them a little bit felt kind of nice.  Weird as hell, but nice.

Richard continued to work silently, massaging Luke’s foot until it was nice, relaxed, slick, and cool to the touch.  Pulling away, the farmer squirted more lotion into his hands again, rubbed them together, and went to work on Luke’s other foot.  His hands gave the same care.  Luke could feel the obvious strength in those hands, but Richard’s touch was gentle.  Almost caring.  If this was punishment for being late for work, Luke didn’t understand it.

Finally, after 10 or so minutes of constant massage, with Richard switching back and forth between the pair of feet, the farmer sat up.

“Alright, I think we’re just about ready.  Remember what I said, you keep your feet on that box.  No moving them unless I give the say so.  You understand the rules?”

Not understanding the rules at all, Luke just gave a single nod.

“Good.  Here we go then.”

Suddenly, one of Richard’s hands took firm hold of Luke’s left ankle, and the index finger of his other hand scratched up and down Luke’s arch.  A shock went through Luke’s body and purely by reflex he tried to jerk his foot away.  Richard’s grip was strong, and the foot didn’t go anywhere.

“This is yer one and only warning, Luke.  You keep yer feet on the box or you’re out of a job.”

“W-What are you doing to my foot?” Luke asked, eyes wide and confused.

“I’m a strong believer in corporal punishment.  It’s the only way some people learn.  Unfortunately I can’t beat the lesson into you, so I got to get a bit more creative.”

The finger was back again, moving up and down very slowly over Luke’s lotion slicked (and sensitive) sole.  Luke gripped the edges of the bench with both hands and held on tight.

“You’re tickling me…”

“Yeah, that’s right.  And it’s going to get a helluva lot worse.”

The finger was suddenly joined by another, stroking up and down Luke’s left foot.  The farm hand hadn’t been tickled since he was a kid and he was quickly learning that he was more ticklish than he figured he’d be.  He closed his eyes and giggled, keeping his foot as still as possible.  The two fingers were joined by a third, then a fourth, and soon Richard’s five fingers were wiggling into Luke’s sole.  What was once giggling had turned into soft laughter.  This was bearable.  It was really weird (and could possibly be considered sexual harassment… if Richard was getting off on this) but bearable.

“Alright, we got a ticklish one here.  Good job keeping yer feet on the crate, boy.  Just hold onto yer hat for this.”

“What do you me-E-E-E-A-ANNN!!”

Luke tried to talk, but his boss attacked both of his feet at once, one hand on each.  Where before it had been light tickles, this was an onslaught.  Both rough hands, once gentle, were sadistic.  Those strong fingers were now digging into the flesh of his feet, nails scratching and pads kneading.  Luke tried his hardest to keep his feet on the crate as he was ordered, but it was hard.  He kicked his feet a little, being careful not to pull them away.

“I-I-I’M S-S-S-OOOOORRY!”

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be!”

Richard took hold of both of Luke’s big toes in one tight gripped hand and pulled them back, stretching the soles out.  His other hand started tickling the two soles together, switching from one then the other, back and forth.  He was scratching up and down quickly, taking the occasional moment to tickle both of his arches at the same time.  Luke was in hysterics, head thrown back with laughter while his legs kicked and squirmed.  He kept his heels on the crate as ordered.  This was rough and intense, but being without a job was not an option.

“OKAY!  HA HA HA!  OOOOOKAY!  I’VE… I’VE LEARNED MY L-L-LESSSSON!”

Richard didn’t answer, he just looked up from the pair of squirming feet he was tickling and laughed.

The sadistic farmer kept this up for several minutes, constantly moving his fingers around the stretched soles so Luke never had a chance to get used to the sensation.  Mercifully though, he eventually stopped and let go of Luke’s toes.

“Oh fuck,” Luke panted, his face red and his forehead sweaty, “Holy fuck that was awful.  I’ll never be late again, I swear, I’ve learned my lesson.”

It was Richard’s turn to laugh now.

“Ha!  You think that’s it?  Sorry kid, we still have one more thing.  Here, let’s lotion those feet up again so they’re as slick and sensitive as possible, first.”

Squirting some into his hand, Richard started slathering a thick layer of lotion all over Luke’s soles.  The farm hand giggled quietly, feet still quite sensitive from the previous tickling.

“Did you know we got barn owls around here?  Sometimes I hear them at night, and sometimes I just find feathers the next morning.  Want to see one?”

Luke watched as Richard pulled out a long brown striped feather.  

“You’re going to tickle my feet with a feather?  Doesn’t that only happen in cartoons?”

Richard grinned.

“If you think this only works in cartoons, you’re about to learn something new.”

Richard roughly grabbed both of Luke’s ankles and held them down.  Luke’s eyes went wide as he watched the feather come closer and closer to his helpless soles while Richard dragged it out for dramatic effect.  Finally the very tip of the feather touched Luke’s sole, and Richard swirled it.  Nothing happened.  Luke didn’t laugh… it didn’t tickle.  Richard seemed somewhat disappointed.

“Aw shucks.  Usually that works.  Oh well, I know for a fact the other side will work.”

Flipping the feather around, Richard pressed the tip of the quill into Luke’s heel and dragged it up in one quick motion up to his toes.

Luke jumped in his seat, and almost pulled his feet right out of Richard’s grasp.  Now that… that tickled!  It was so much worse than the fingers.  It was like a bolt of lightning shocked through his body, from his foot all the way up through to his head.  

“FUCK!”

“Don’t worry, I got good penmanship”

Richard started at the top of Luke’s foot, and started writing on the sole using the tip of the quill.  He read slowly as he went, not that Luke understood too much.  He was making a sound somewhere between a scream, a squeal, and a laugh.

“I…. will… not… be… late…  Maybe I need to write this a few times to get your attention?”

“NO!  NOOOOO!”

“Yeah, I think we will.  I’ll write it as many times as you have toes.  Sounds fair, right?”

The feather moved from Luke’s sole up to his pinky toe.

“That’s one….”

He scribbled on the tad of the toe, trailing down the digit until he was in the gap under the toe.  Once there, he scribbled again, digging the quill into the soft skin.  Luke was rocking back and forth, eyes wide and bulging as he watched.  He continued to laugh and scream, barely able to keep his breath.  

“Okay, one down, 9 more times to go.”

Richard continued the following pattern just as promised.  Pressing the point of the quill into the lotion slicked soles, sliding easily as he scrawled all over the soles.  From left to right, he wrote ‘I Will Not Be Late”, from top of the foot all the way to the bottoms of Luke’s heels.  He worked the tip into the flesh of each toe, working Luke somewhere between ticklishness and pain.  Whatever it was, it was driving the boy absolutely insane.  There were now tears freely flowing down his beat red face.  The sides of Luke’s mouth were starting to ache from how large and wide his laughing smile had stretched.  

But throughout it all, Luke managed to keep his feet in place.  They kicked, they pulsed, they shook, and then buckled… but they never pulled back.  It was single handedly the hardest thing Luke had ever been through in his life.

“PP-P-P-LEEE-ASSE.  I-I-I CAN'T…” Luke sobbed.

“Don’t worry kid, I’m on the last one now…”

RIchard dragged out his final scrawl.  He dug into the tender sole with each letter, really pressing into Luke’s foot.  It felt as though Richard was taking minutes instead of seconds with each word and letter.  Finally, having written his message into Luke’s feet, he brought the feather up to the one last assaulted toe: the big toe on Luke’s right foot.

“Just a little bit left, you can make it…” Richard teased.

The quill lightly touched the center of Luke’s toe.  The farm hand’s over sensitive foot jerked and he sucked in a sharp breath.  His eyes were wide with terror as he watched the final moments of his tickle torture.

Instead of pressing into the pad like he had with the other toes, Richard gave a shockingly light touch, doing small circles on Luke’s big toe.  

Luke’s eyes stayed locked on the feather attacking his toe.  His breath was  jagged and sucked in through clenched teeth.  His foot vibrated on the crate, threatening to pull back at any moment.  He looked more like a frightened rabbit than a young man.  Normally he wouldn’t be this ticklish to such a light touch, but the full experience of being tickled, and the lotion that was freely slathered over his feet, left him a wreck.

RIchard made the circles smaller and smaller, until finally he stopped.  He leaned back on his bench and set the feather down on the table beside him.

“There you go kid, how do you feel?”

Under his sweater, Luke had sweat right through his thin white shirt.  His hair was plastered to his head with sweat.  He panted heavily, hands still tightly clenching the bench.

“So… so it’s… over?”

Richard nodded, getting up from the stool and walking towards the barn’s exit.

“Yeah, we’re done.”

Luke pulled his feet back instantly.  His brain, being in survival mode, quickly tucked his feet under himself.  Now they were protected against any more tickling.

“That was… what was fucked up, RIchard.  Really fucked up.  I thought I was going to die.”

This time it was RIchard who laughed.

“You did good though, you never pulled your feet away no matter how rough I was with you.  You get to keep yer job.  Just consider this yer one and only one warning.  Don’t show up again and I’ll make what you just went through feel like child’s play.  We understand each other?”

Luke said nothing, he just nodded his head furiously, still trying to catch his breath.

“Good.  You can see yourself out.  See you tomorrow morning.”

Luke didn’t leave right away.  He needed time to settle himself back down.  After a few minutes of heavy breathing, Luke slowly put his socks back on with shaky hands.  He grit his teeth and gasped out a giggle a few times as the socks slid over his over sensitive feet.  Once his socks were on he slipped his feet into his work boots, but didn’t bother tying them up.  

He made a pledge right there and then to never be late again.

[sweethischier]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨)

one

word count: 3.4k

warnings: unedited, lil angsty, cursing, if you catch anything else let me know

note: here's part two! it's not my favorite, but it's leading up to the next part ◡̈

tags: @haydee5010

Luke’s soft voice called your name as he slowly opened the door, his curly hair and light eyes peeking through, “Are you okay? Alex said you were crying.”

You had managed to mostly calm yourself down by the time he came upstairs, but all you gave him was a thumbs up as you kept your face in the pillows. You knew your face was going to be puffy and eyes bloodshot from all of the tears you shed and you didn’t want to reveal that to anyone just yet. All of the boys had seen you cry plenty of times before, but this time it was different.

“I didn’t know he was bringing someone, I’m really sorry. I would have told you so you were a little more prepared,” He tried as he sat next to you, “I know how you feel about him so I know this probably sucks.”

You jumped up at his insinuation, giving him a muddled glare as you let out a raspy, “What do you mean ‘how you feel about him’?”

His eyes slightly widened at your sudden movements and soft glare, but he was quick to say, “C’mon. We all know you like him. Like like him.”

“No, I don’t,” You denied, roughly shaking your head and rubbing at your stinging eyes, “I don’t like Jack like that. We’re just friends. Or at least I thought we were. Whatever. I’m going downstairs.”

You hated talking about the way you felt about Jack because, deep down, you knew that you had fallen for him, but you weren’t ready to admit that to yourself yet. That would make it real. That would mean starting something you couldn’t come back from. You ignored Luke’s calls for you, and left the room, but of course you come face-to-face with the one person you didn’t want to be alone with. 

“Y/N,” Jack incredulously asked, eyes meeting yours, “Why are you here?”

You hated the way your chest burned with misery as his question tore into your heart. After nothing from him for weeks, that was all he had to say to you and that truly hurt you. More than his silence had.

“Why are you leaving Luke’s room,” He continued, his voice held a mix of emotions laced with one another, but you were too tired to try and piece them together.

“I invited her,” Luke stated, harshly glaring at his brother as he came out of his room. He loved Jack with every fiber of his being, but he was not going to let him treat you like that. You were important to him too, and you had done nothing wrong. Luke couldn’t say the same for Jack.

The silence that hung in the air made you want to crawl into a hole and never come out of it. You hated being the reason there was tension between the two of them more than you hated that Jack hadn’t talked to you. Your eyes stayed focused on the ground as you stood between them, but you felt his burning stare on you. You always did.

“I’m going downstairs so you two can finish whatever this is,” You breathed out, gesturing to the two of them before quickly darting back down to the living room.

The looks all the boys had plastered on their faces told you that tension from upstairs was bleeding down into the living room. A pang of guilt hit your chest, and you couldn’t help but blame yourself for the strained start of vacation. If you had just told Luke and Quinn that you were going to stay home, none of this would have happened. Jack wouldn’t be mad at you and Luke, and his brothers wouldn’t be mad at him.

Falling into the empty seat next to Quinn, you mumbled, “I’m going to text my mom and have her come pick me up tomorrow. I feel like me being here is ruining the mood, so I’ll go home.”

“Absolutely not,” Trevor interrupted before Quinn even had a moment to think, “You’re not ruining anything. Jack’s just in a pissy mood and he’ll get over it. You’re staying.”

The others nodded their heads in firm agreement, and you couldn’t help but tear up again. You didn’t realize how much you had missed being around people who genuinely wanted your presence and didn’t see you out of obligation. Of course you loved your friends back home, but these boys have always made you feel welcome without judgment. They made you feel carefree and shamelessly yourself.

Luke was the first to join everyone else, and he was sporting one vastly annoyed look. He took the seat on the other side of you, whispering something about how he’ll tell you about it later, before he fell into the conversation you all were previously engaged in. There was a certain edge to everyone that you all were doing your best to ignore, and you were grateful for that. You wanted to put the whole Jack situation aside and enjoy your time at the lake.

“You’re about to start teaching, right,” Cole’s question was directed at you, eyes flitting towards the stairs as they creaked.

“I am! I got a job at the high school,” You beamed, welcoming the brief distraction from Jack and Natalie as they found seats of their own.

“You got the job?” Jack spoke up, causing everyone’s gaze to fall on him. He didn’t miss the way his friends were sending him a few subtle glares, but he was too tired from arguing with Luke to really care. He knows he’s going to get an earful from Quinn as soon as he could get him alone, anyways.

“Yeah. I found out a couple of weeks ago,” Your tone was flat, and you wanted to add that he would know that if he had ever bothered to respond to you, but you decided to take the high road. You didn’t want to make his guest uncomfortable.

“You’re a teacher? You look so young,” Natalie proclaimed, her eyes wide as she took you in.

You let out a quiet, and uncomfortable, chuckle, “I’m 21, but I graduated a year early.”

She seemed extremely genuine in her surprise, along with her admiration, and a part of you hated it. It would be easier to not like her if she was a bitch, but she was probably one of the most genuine people you’ll ever meet. She was sweet and she actively listened to what everyone was saying, but you could tell that she still felt slightly out of place with the boys. Jack was only half heartedly paying attention to her, so you did your best to include her in the conversations.

Luckily, the rest of the day went by with only a thin veil of tension whenever you interacted with Jack in any sort of way. The dull pain in your chest was still present, but you tried to busy yourself with any sort of task that arose. You even offered to make dinner for everyone despite hating cooking for that many people. Trevor insisted on helping you, even though he was probably the worst cook ever, and you knew it was only because they didn’t want to leave you alone.

Once everyone had finished their food and the dishes were done, courtesy of Alex and Cole, everyone was worn out and ready to go to bed. Trevor had suggested taking the boat out tomorrow morning, and it was after a round of agreements that a trail of tired bodies finally trudged up the stairs. You followed closely behind Luke, trying to keep your distance from Jack, whose gaze you felt on you nearly all night. The thought of him cornering you alone after everyone had gone to bed made you want to throw up. 

For the first few hours, you stared up at the ceiling that was lit only by the moonlight that slipped through the breaks in the curtain. Your brain was running a mile a minute as you thought about spending the next two weeks with Jack and his new friend, but you knew you couldn’t let it bother you too much. The last thing you wanted was to make things even more awkward for everyone than they already were, and Luke’s sleeping body pressed against your side was a reminder of that.

You woke up the next morning with Luke nearly pushing you off the bed, his arm thrown over your chest and knee digging into your thigh. Gently pushing his limbs off you, you slipped out of the bed and grabbed the bag that had your toothbrush in it. Your feet quietly pad against the floor as you rub the sleep from your eyes and walk into the bathroom. Once you had finished getting ready and had your bathing suit underneath your dress, you went downstairs.

No one else was up yet, so the house was still and eerily quiet, but you were going to take advantage of it while it lasted. It wouldn’t be too long until the boys were awake and they were filling the house with their laughter and yells. You poured yourself a cup of juice before sinking into a seat on the couch, throwing your head back and letting your eyes flutter closed. You’re not sure how long you stayed like that, but an all too familiar voice calling your name had you snapping your head up.

Your wide eyes met Jack’s, and it was as if all of the air in your lungs had been sucked out of you. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs, blue eyes soft as they raked across your body. Suddenly feeling insecure, you straightened your back and looked anywhere but at him.

“I didn’t hear you come down the stairs,” You mumbled, hands nervously fisting the bottom of your dress.

“Yeah, it looked like you were asleep,” He lightly laughed, taking a few steps closer to you, “Look, can we please talk? I feel like I owe you an explanation.”

“You feel like,” You seethed, fury quickly taking place over whatever you had been feeling before, “You feel like you owe me an explanation?!”

You were on your feet now, nails digging into your palm as you tried to steady your breathing. Jack was slightly thrown off by your sudden change in demeanor, but he knew that it was well deserved after what he had done to you. He tried taking a couple of more steps closer to you, but the way you stepped away from him made his chest tighten.

“I’m sorry,” He began, watching as frustrated tears lined your eyes and hating himself because he knew he was the cause of them, “I know I fucked up everything, but if we can talk- just us- then I will explain everything. Please.”

He desperately whispered your name like it haunted him. His eyes were glassy, filled with uncried tears as he waited for your response, but truthfully, you didn’t know what you wanted to say. Right now, you didn’t want to hear him out. You wanted to shut him out the same way he shut you out, but you also didn’t want to regret not letting him explain himself. You were torn.

“No,” You finally let out after what felt like an eternity to Jack, “I don’t want to hear what you have to say. At least not right now.”

He felt like you had reached into his chest and tore his heart out as you denied his plea. He felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him and his entire world came out from under him. Jack knows that you no longer owe him anything because you wouldn’t be in this position if it weren’t for him, and he wishes he had never done it at all. Yet the girl he had left to get ready upstairs was going to be his reminder that he had.

You watched the way the person you loved more than anything in the world deflated at your rejection. He looked at you as if you had shot him in the heart, but you weren’t ready to let him back in. Not after what he had done. Honestly, you’re not sure if you even want to let him back in anymore.

The sound of the stairs groaning, alerting you both that someone was coming, was enough to break your devastating stares away from each other. Jack made a beeline for the kitchen while you settled back on the couch with your head in your hands, focusing on getting your heartbeat back to a normal rhythm. And to let the tears pass.

“Hey,” It was Quinn, “Are you okay? I saw Jack go to the kitchen.”

All you managed was a pathetic nod, but the slight sniffle you accidentally let slip gave you away immediately. Quinn was quick to take the seat next to you, pulling you into his chest as his hand rubbed soothing circles in your back. His attentiveness was enough to break you down, and you began to let out quiet sobs. He could hear the others start to come down too, so he gently pulled you off the couch. You let him guide you to the bathroom that was a few feet away, your legs giving out as soon as the door was closed.

“You’re okay,” Quinn comforted as he slid down to the ground with you, “You’re alright. I know it’s hard, but you’re going to be okay. We’ve got you.”

“I hate feeling like this. Like I lost my best friend,” You choked out through mangled cries, “He just stopped talking to me like our entire lives meant nothing to him and I don't even know what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything,” He reassured, leaning away from you to grab the roll of toilet paper, “Trevor said he tried talking to him last night, but Jack didn’t say much other than that it’s not your fault. He knows you didn’t do anything.”

As soon as the words slipped from his mouth, Quinn knew that it made the situation worse. He knows how his brother meant it, but you didn’t and your intensified weeping only confirmed that. He chose to stay quiet, knowing that all you really needed was to get the tears out of your system before you went on like nothing had happened in order to not ruin things for everyone else. Quinn knew that you being upset wouldn’t ruin anything for anyone, but he also knew that trying to convince you of that was next to impossible.

After a while, you had managed to get your emotions in check, but you practically shoved Quinn out of the bathroom so you could “fix your face”. Which meant you were going to splash cold water on you until the redness and puffiness in your face was gone. Your eyes were still tinted red, but you knew they would go away on their own and you hoped that no one would notice, or that they would keep quiet if they did.

Everyone was gathered in the kitchen when you finally exited the bathroom, so you joined the group as they were going over the plan for the day. Slipping into the spot next to Luke, you avoided Jack’s gaze and you felt a pang of guilt when you noticed Natalie’s eyes dart from you to the boy next to her.

“Yo,” Trevor called out to you, “I was telling everyone I think we should go to the cliffs for a little bit and then we can go wakesurfing after that. Is that cool with you?”

“Sounds good,” You agreed, voice slightly scratchy from crying, “I’m not jumping, though. You guys always try and get me to do it so here’s me officially saying no.”

“We’ll see,” Luke playfully elbowed you.

Rolling your eyes, you let your gaze wander and you accidentally lock eyes with Jack for the third time this morning. His jaw was clenched, eyes glancing between you and his younger brother with a hint of annoyance mixed with what you hesitantly assumed was jealousy. Drawing your brows together in confusion, you tore yourself away from him and focused back on the others.

Finally, everyone had decided that they were ready to go, and you all made your way down to the dock and on to the boat. Quinn, Jack, and Trevor were in charge of making sure the boat was working correctly while the rest of you found homes for your various coolers and bags. You glanced towards the wooden platform and noticed that Natalie was standing there with her hands clasped in front of her, an uncomfortable grimace on her face as she watched everyone work. You could tell she was unsure of what to do to help, so you grabbed her attention and asked her to make sure there were enough life jackets for everyone.

“Thank you,” She mumbled, giving you an appreciative smile.

The one she received in return didn’t quite reach your eyes, but you tried. You know that she wasn’t at fault for how things fell with you and Jack, but a small part of you couldn’t help but place some blame on her. No matter how hard you tried to remind yourself she was innocent.

Once everything was good to go, you settled in a spot next to Luke with Trevor and Alex across from you. Jack, Natalie and Cole opted to sit up in the front in order to balance some of the weight out while Quinn took his seat at the wheel. His “i am the captain” hat you had gotten him for Christmas placed snugly on his head as he started the engine.

The ride to the cliffs was like a second nature to you and the boys by now. You had discovered the spot one day a few years ago, and you all had been going to it ever since. It was secluded enough that not many people knew about it, but so off the beaten path that you weren’t able to find it again after the first time.

You hated the feeling of the wind whipping into your face and through your hair, so you buried your head into the crook of Luke’s neck as a sort of shield. Typically, it was Jack who was your personal protection from the rough breeze, and there was a slight nagging in your chest knowing that he was doing that for someone else. Still, you were going to keep it to yourself and have fun with everyone.

“So, Lukey,” Trevor teased as everyone stripped down to their swimsuits, “I didn’t know you two liked each other.”

He subtly glanced at his best friend, taking note of the way Jack’s eyes narrowed in on his brother and his stare filled with jealousy. After the short conversation he had with Jack last night, he was testing the waters to see what exactly was going on. 

“Gross,” Luke grimaced, “She’s like a sister to me.”

You rolled your eyes as Trevor threw his head back in laughter, stepping up onto the back part of the boat so you could get in the water.

“Well, you’re not like a sister to me,” He dropped his left eye into a wink before jumping up in front of you.

You opened your mouth to give him a sarcastic response, but all that came out was a high pitched yelp as he threw you over his shoulder and then jumped into the lake. The cool water enveloped your body, bubbles erupting as you sunk through the water. You pushed your body back up to the surface, taking a gulp of air once you broke through.

“You ass,” You yelled, splashing Trevor as his head popped back up in front of you.

The two of you started splashing each other and trying to hold the other underneath the water. Trevor had you in some sort of weird hold when water came crashing down all around you. Water had gotten into your eyes and mouth, making you cough and sputter as you tried to clear it, slight irritation coursing through your body at whoever did that.

“Dude, what the hell,” Trevor slightly raised his voice, rubbing your upper back as you coughed.

“Sorry,” Jack shrugged nonchalantly, swimming away from the two of you as everyone else watched with disoriented gazes.

This was going to be a fun day.

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Scared Of My Guitar — Luke Hughes

Summary; In which you and Luke both come to terms that your situation is wrong but neither of you can let go.

Content Warning; pure sadness(not really angst) , situation-ship, use of the names Jules, Parker, Katya and Bailee. Readers pov is with the pink lyrics, Luke is with the red.

Pairing; Music Major Reader & UMich Luke

Perfect, easy, so good to me. So why’s there a pit in my gut in the shape of you?

Part of you growing up believed you were unlovable. You were an only child to two busy parents. Your mother was a criminal defense attorney and your father was a renowned neurosurgeon. So a lot of your childhood was being raised by your babysitters over the years. Throughout high school you never had relationships, not because you didn’t want to but because it seemed that no one wanted to have a relationship with you.

So meeting Luke your freshman year at University of Michigan and being oddly pulled to him terrified you. By then you had ultimately decided that you had little to no interest in being someone’s girlfriend. And contrary to your sorority sisters Jules and Parker, that never changed when you started whatever you and Luke were doing. Part of you yearned for a relationship especially watching your best friend Kayta and her boyfriend JJ and Bailee and Ethan have perfect relationships.

But whenever you thought of being someone’s girlfriend it made you nauseous. You just had no interest of being anyone’s girlfriend. And everything someone called you Luke’s girlfriend a doomed feeling arose in your chest.

Barely sleep when you’re sleeping next to me.

Early into whatever you and Luke had started after hooking up in the bathroom at one of the many parties that Rutger and Luca had thrown, you guys began to frequent each other’s beds. You loved your room it was your safe place. You absolutely loved being in your bed. But oddly enough whenever Luke slept over you found it impossible to get to sleep.

You felt like you were being a horrible person, you felt like you were giving to less to Luke than he was giving to you. You were worried that your inability to desire a relationship would somehow hurt Luke so you just kept your mouth shut. Even when it caused you to lose sleep over.

But I’m so scared of my guitar cause it cuts right through to the heart.

You had been cleaning your room up before Luke was coming over for the weekend and you ran your fingers across your guitar, pulling away with dust covered fingers. You had been avoiding using your guitar because your music came from the heart and you were unsure you wanted to voice how you truly were feeling about your situation with Luke.

I can’t lie to it the same way I lie to you

You and Luke had been lying in your bed later that night watching Suits on your tv when Luke spoke, “You should come to the lake house with me this summer. My brothers can’t wait to meet you.” Your eyes darted to your guitar absentmindedly before you smiled softly as Luke looked up at you and you lied straight through your teeth, “Of course I will. That sounds so fun.” Luke hummed as you massaged his scalp lightly, “I’m glad you think so.”

I’m so scared of my guitar if I play it, then I’ll think too hard

Luke had gone to Vancouver with his parents and Jack for Quinn’s birthday so you had a little bit of free time to yourself to be in your head. You sat cross legged on your bedroom floor with your acoustic guitar resting on your lap. You had been brainstorming a song for your spring showcase and it was not going well when Luke was around. He sort of fogged up your musical thought process.

You picked up the guitar and began to strum the cords at random until you felt your cheeks dampen with tears. You set it on the floor beside you and pressed your back against your bed and let the tears stream down your face, not having the energy to fight them back. You barely lifted your head when your bedroom door creaked open. Katya popped her head in and her facial features softened when she noticed you were crying, “Oh baby, are you okay?” You shook your head and sniffled, “I don’t think so. I just don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Katya sat on the floor beside you and pulled you into a heartfelt embrace, “Nothing is wrong with you sweet girl. Do you want me to call Luke?” You shook your head, “No he’s on his way back from his brothers. I don’t wanna bother him”

So I lay in your arms and pretend that it’s love.

Luke had come straight to your place after he left the airport. He had brought you one of your favorite snacks that you’d mentioned liking when you had met early on. You should have melted inside when he did but you didn’t. Luke had sworn up and down that all he wanted to do for the night was just hold you because he missed his girl. So you let him, you laid in his arms in your bed as Tangled played from your laptop. That had been the only time you had ever in any way convinced yourself that you could love being Luke Hughes’ girlfriend one day

If I was brave and noble like you I’d have the nerve to just stop stringing you along.

Luke wasn’t a bad person by any means, but the relationship or lack of made him feel like he was. It wasn’t that he intentionally started the situation with you with the intention of it not working. He just wanted his brothers to stop bothering him about not being over his ex. And then he met you. You were simple to know and easy to love. Luke would admit he had grown to love you over the year and half you two had been involved.

But he was never in love with you. He loved you because you were funny, he loved you because you watched the same tv shows as him, he loved you because he could beat you in a video game and the next round you’d beat him, he loved you because you were a good friend. Loving you as his friend was easy, he would truthfully call you his best friend. But he never saw you and him being together romantically in a serious relationship.

I’d rather be tied to someone, even if they’re wrong.

But you and Luke fell into the groove of being slightly more than friends but way less than a relationship. You guys would hold hands, go on dates, sleep together and everything in between. But you two were never going to be in a relationship. And Luke was okay with that until his mother invited the both of you to the lake house for the entire summer. And when he asked you about it you agreed a little too quickly. So Luke was sure to make it known to you that you were not his girlfriend.

But when that summer came and you joined him at the lake house and meshed perfectly with everyone in his life, he knew he had made a mistake bringing you. You and his mother had shopped for linens and you had won her over by purchasing what she had picked out instead of letting her. You had won his father over by offering to man the grill and when the steaks turned out better than when his father made them, Jim had asked you to come back every summer. You’d win Jack and Trevor over by beating both of them in beer pong multiple times. You had won Quinn over by your infatuation with working out, none of the other inhabitants of the lake house were up at 4 am going to the gym besides you and Quinn. So two ended up going together every morning for the remainder of the summer.

But despite his entire family adoring you, Luke still wasn’t seeing you in a romantic way. But he wasn’t going to give up what he had to try and find something else.

Say that I’m fine, I tell them all the time as they watch all the light fade away.

Luke’s teammates had begun to notice something was off with Luke following that summer. He had grown irritable and easy to piss off. He had always been spending less time with you. His friends had asked him if he was okay and they always received the same answer, a grumbled out ‘I’m fine.’ They were in no way believing it but they knew better than to push any further.

Cause what if I never find anything better?

Following summer Luke had been conflicted. You were everything a guy could ever dream of. So why wasn’t Luke in love with you? You were smart, kind, funny, good with kids, parents loved you, and you were easily jaw dropping stunning. Luke felt bad keeping you to himself when he wasn’t in love but how would he find anyone better than you?

So we’ll stay together cause how could I ever trade something that’s good for what’s right

So he kept his mouth shut and kept whatever you had going on. He didn’t want to trade a perfectly good friendship with things you’d have in a relationship, for what could have been. He didn’t want to take that chance.

I let the thought in, it’s already done.

Summer had changed everything for you. You fell in love with Luke’s family and Luke himself. He had such a welcoming family who made you truly feel like you were a part of something. You and Luke were laying in his bed, you were sure Luke was asleep. It was 3:02 in the morning. He had to be, he was laying in your arms. You whispered through the darkness secretly hoping Luke heard you, “I’m in love with you Luke Hughes.” You had closed your eyes after and were met with silence like you always were. “Yeah me too.” Oh..

Yeah I lay in your arms and pretend it’s enough.

Luke closed his eyes as he could feel the vibe in his bedroom shift. He was pretending to be asleep to avoid any confrontation with you. Your soft voice filled his ears, “I’m in love with you Luke Hughes.” He should have felt something right?

[dailydragon08]

SW OT Gang reacts (Luke & Leia edition): how you do your hair

Requested by @pomplalamoose I would LOVE to hear about what Luke's and Leia's preferred hairstyles are for the reader <33 like what really makes their heart go 🦋🦋🦋🦋

Leia is a sucker for a smart, but practical updo and thinks you look amazing with your hair pulled back from your face. She’s said before it really shows off your cheekbones, jawline, and one of her favorite faces – but if you decide to do Alderaan-style braids, oh Maker, she’s a goner. Especially if you surprise her with them. If she first sees them in public, there’s a flash of shock and her eyes might even get a tiny bit watery before she collects herself so that no one even knows what happened. Later when she asks you why the braids and you explain they’re easy, practical, don’t weigh on your head, make you look polished, and it’s a nod to her culture and you want to help preserve it, she just hugs you tight and holds on for a long time. She doesn’t outright say it, but the fact that you took her lost homeworld into account means the galaxy to her – and she’s excited to teach you all kinds of different braids and bond over doing each other’s hair in the mornings.

Luke will profess that he loves whatever you do with your hair. And although he does mean it, his absolute favorite is when you’re fully relaxed with your hair down and a bit messy. He treasures being one of the few people allowed to see you in this state. Work in the rebellion often requires your hair to be up and out of your face, so at the end of the day – no matter how simple or complicated your updo is – he loves watching you undo it. His eyes always follow how your hair falls down towards your shoulders with the biggest look of awe on his face, even before you get together, and he’s always itching to play with it and run his fingers through it. Once you do get together, he relishes the chance to be able to pull your hair ties or pins out himself and gives the best head massages, and is always complimenting your hair. But if he had to pick a favorite updo, again, he’s a sucker for a bit of a messy look – especially something a bit looser that has some face-framing tendrils out in the front and is always gently brushing them out of your eyes and tucking them behind your ear (sometimes on accident before you get together out of pure impulse – and then of course fumbles over an apology and his entire face, neck, and ears are bright red for several minutes after).

Thanks for the ask! My inbox is open for more!

[misc-obeyme]

Hi CC! Hope you’re doing good. 🐚🦀 here!

These past few months I can’t help but ponder the demon brothers’ sock-wearing habits, especially for sleep. So here are some of my notes!

Lucifer: Old man vibes old man socks, through all seasons except summer because it might get too hot.

Mammon: One that changes depending on the temperature, cold means sock and vice versa. Although I do think that he’d get those really thick and fluffy ones to match his hair.

Levi: Going with the entire “reptiles are cold-blooded” thing, socks. All day everyday and season, he needs all the warmth he can get. Probably gets ones with his favorite characters on it but never wears them for preservation purposes.

Satan: No socks all year round but is someone (you/mc) gifts him a fair of cat ones he’s either going to try and preserve them or wear them until they have holes.

Asmodeus: Given that his preferred outfit for sleep is just… nude I’d say no socks. Unless if he wants to tease a shy mc, maybe something along the lines of: “Oh don’t be so shy mc, darling. I’m not completely naked now am I?~”

Belphie: I’d say that Belphie really doesn’t have much of a preference. He’s the demon of sloth and he is a professional in every aspect. Although I do imagine him sleeping with inly one sock to get a better temperature range when sleeping.

Beel: I can see him wear really fluffy socks like Mammon but otherwise nothing out of the ordinary. Will try to eat the socks with food patterns.

I’m not too sure about the dateables but Solomon’s definitely giving old man vibes and I dan see him getting socks with funny patterns. Maybe Luke also wears them because he’s scared of the monsters under his bed nipping at his feet.

Hope this was a fun read, what do you think? Would love to compare notes, and have a great day!

Well hello, 🐚🦀 anon! It's been a minute since I've seen you in my ask box! I hope you're doing well!

I am staunchly against wearing socks to bed... I like to be FREE lol. (To this end, I also don't wear pants. It's all oversized t-shirts for me.)

Anyway, I totally see Lucifer as a sock wearer. I mean, we had that whole saga in the daily chats about his missing socks. You can't tell me that old man doesn't cherish his socks. So I fully agree with you on that one lol.

I was under the impression that Mammon also sleeps in the nude? I think there was a daily chat where he said he only wears Devilish No 5 to bed which is a freakin' perfume. He's such a dork but for some reason that makes me love him more. But I also think that Mammon likes to be comfortable, so I think he'd wear socks (and possibly other pjs) if it was cold. Also you know I don't think he could handle sleeping nude with MC (at least not at first) and I also think he often sneaks into MC's bed. So therefore I tend to imagine him as being one of those pajama pants and tank top types. So I think he would absolutely wear socks if it was cold.

YES to cold blooded Levi always!! If they had animal forms and Levi could become a lil snake I think it'd be SO CUTE if he just curled up inside a sock. I'd carry him around in his little sock in my pocket all day tee hee~ But anyway, I very much think that he's always cold and needs socks all the time. If he's in demon form, he should have a tail sock too.

Satan can't resist the cat socks. I don't know why but I agree with you that he wouldn't wear socks to bed. He would probably find them irritating lol. He should still get a tail sock though just because that's adorable, but his is like... I mean I know we all kinda headcanon it as bone now, but it looks like metal. That thing would probably shred a sock.

Oh, Asmo. Definitely only wearing socks in order to tease MC, I agree with that 1000%. I mean you could wear socks if you sleep nude I suppose, but I think Asmo would prefer to go sockless in such an instance.

Oh yeah I think Belphie could sleep no matter what anyway. It's probably just whatever's most convenient at the moment.

I don't know why, but I kinda headcanon Beel as being naturally very warm. Just absolute furnace. So I see him not really wearing socks to bed. Though I like the idea of him wearing fluffy ones because that is super cute lol.

Diavolo wears Lucifer's socks to bed. Nobody can convince me otherwise.

Barbatos for some reason strikes me as a no socks type. I don't know why. But he also needs a tail sock because wow that would be so adorable I think I'd combust. He would only wear something like that if MC got it for him, though, I think.

I think it could go either way with Simeon. I think he's probably one of those who wears socks depending on the weather. If he's cold, he puts some on. If he's not, he doesn't. It just makes sense.

I agree about Solomon and the patterned socks. I think he'd find that amusing. I would try to find him socks that have pact mark patterns on them because I personally would find that absolutely hilarious. This is because I have a terrible sense of humor, but I think he'd indulge me and wear them lol.

Ahhh Luke wearing socks to protect his little toes from getting snatched is so cute! Headcanon accepted.

This was a fun read, thank you for bringing it to me! It was fun to think about this! I hope you also have a lovely day!