#Luke crain oneshot

[marwritesgood]

Home | L. Crain

Pairing : Luke x Reader

Timeframe : Season One

Summary : I am home. I am home. Now to climb.

“There’s someone at the door,” Nellie whispered to me, prompting me to excuse myself from the dinner table and open my front door. 

“Hey baby.”

It was Luke. Dressed in nothing but a pair of baggy jeans and a stained oversized hoodie. Before my blood could reach its boiling point, I take a step outside and close the door behind me.

If looks could kill, my boyfriend would be out cold.

“Are you fucking high right now?” I whispered angrily, not wanting to cause suspicion amongst the guests inside. 

It was my birthday, and I had invited all of my family members, as well as the Crain siblings to my house for a celebration. The dinner was set to begin at 7, but it was 9:30 and my boyfriend, Luke, had only just arrived, with bloodshot eyes and slurred speech.

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” he cried, trying to grasp my hands, making me move away from him. “I’m so sorry I just... It’s just so hard, and I was-”

“One night, Luke.” It hurt me so much to be angry at him, but I couldn’t keep enabling his addiction. “I needed you to show up for just this one night, Luke, and you decided to go and get fucking high?!”

“I’m so sorry, baby-”

“It’s my fucking birthday,” I state exasperatedly. “This was supposed to be a good day for me, yet I have had to sit in that room, for more than two hours, and defend you in front of my family. I was worried to death about you, Luke. And the worst part is, is that this isn’t the first time.”

“Babe, I’m so sorry,” Luke weeped, closing the gap between us. “I promise you I will make it up to you. Y/n, look at me, I promise I’ll-”

“No,” I cried, shaking my head. “I’m tired, Luke. I’m just... really really tired of doing this, and I- I don’t wanna keep doing this anymore. I think we should break up.”

His eyes grew twice in size, and I could have sworn he sobered up in just a matter of seconds. It was finally beginning to hit him that I was deadly serious.

“W-What?” Luke stammered. “No... No, c’mon, Y/n, don’t do this. I’m gonna get help. Baby, I promise you I will get help.”

I wanted to believe him. I really really did. But I had gone through this cycle with Luke enough times to know that this wasn’t gonna be any different. That if I stayed with him, it would only be a matter of time before he relapses again.

“No, I’m done,” I whispered shakily. Even I couldn’t believe what I was saying, but I knew better than to stop now. “Whenever you need me, I’m always there, Luke. Always. So, I’m done... with being in a relationship where I give so much of myself, but always end up empty handed at the end of the day I-”

My voice breaks, and I let out a sob. Luke reaches out to comfort me, but I back away an shake my head. Looking at him one last time, I muster up enough courage to speak once more.

“Go home, Luke.”

I needed to stand my ground

“But,” he began, staring at his feet sheepishly. “But, you’re my home.”

I needed to stand my ground.

As I make my way back inside, I turn to close the door. He remains standing where he was, hands in his pocket, eyes yearning for my attention.

Not this time.

“Goodbye, Luke.”

*

When Steven called me to tell me that Nellie had committed suicide, all memory I had of Luke and I falling out disappeared. Regardless of where I stood with her twin brother, Nellie was nothing if not everything I wanted and needed in a friend. 

It broke my heart to know that she was gone. And that I never got to say goodbye.

“Y/n,” Steven greeted me, hugging me briefly after I entered the funeral home. “Thank you for coming. I’m really glad you could make it.”

“Of course,” I murmured, before looking down the aisle where Nellie’s casket was placed, and where her body was rested. “I can’t believe she’s really gone.”

And I really couldn’t.

It felt like 

“I can’t either.”

My train of though is disrupted by the sound of a familiar voice. One I hadn’t heard in long while. It was Luke.

“I’ll give you guys some space,” Steven says, before leaving Luke and I alone to assist Shirley with handing out the funeral programs.

It felt strange to be standing in front of Luke, after so long, with so much to say but no strength to say it. I couldn’t even look him in the eye until he finally broke the silence.

“Can we sit?” He pointed to two empty seats across the room but kept his eyes fixated on mine. “And talk... about everything?”

I nod, and the two of us sit in silence. This time, I am the first to speak.

“How are you doing, Luke?”

I knew that often times, in the midst of all the conflicts that took place between him and his siblings, Luke was often disregarded. Losing someone important to you was hard to say the very least, but losing a twin was an unimaginable type of torture. 

“Better... now that you’re here.” He smiled at me, which made my heart skip a beat. Even in the most tragic of situations, he still knew how to make me weak. “I’ve been clean for 90 days now, you know?”

“Yeah?” I smiled. “That’s great, Luke. I’m really happy for you.”

“I’m also really sorry... about what happened at your birthday.”

“... I know you are.”

“And I wanna make things right between us,” he explained, taking hold of my hands. This time, I don’t move away but instead shift closer. “Because losing Nellie made me realise how much I’ve been hurting the people who... who’ve done nothing but love and support me when I needed them to.”

I was with Luke for over three years, and watched him go through and endless cycle over and over again. The way he spoke to me, and the warmth in his hands reassured me that this time was different. That he really did get better.

“Do you remember what I said to you that night?”

I think about it for a moment, but shake my head.

“You’re my home, Y/n.” He states it like it is a fact. An unchanging, concrete fact. “And I’ve missed you so much.”

“You’re my home too,” I murmur, shifting closer Luke.

“Does that mean...?”

I nod, and return a smile. 

Luke leans closer and kisses me softly on the lips. I missed him more than I initially thought. I missed us. As I pull away, I look him in the eye with a semi-serious expression.

“But... you can’t do what you did before,” I said, placing my hands back on top of his. I didn't want to ruin the moment, but I needed reassurance before I could let him back into my life. “I love you, Luke, but I’m not gonna stay with you if you go back to your old ways. I can’t do that anymore.”

“I know,” Luke nodded understandingly. “And I won’t.”

He stares intently into my eyes, and I know that he is telling the truth. So I smile, and rest my head on his shoulder, the same way I would before.

I am home. I am home. Now to climb.

[jae-writes-fanfiction]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tragic and Beautiful

Luke Crain x Reader, 425 words, part of the FreakyFics Event, fall fluff where they carve pumpkins

Scary Stories 

Theo Crain x Reader, 218 words. fluff, they watch horror movies, WLW/Queer content

Mind Your Secrets 

Theo Crain x Reader and Steven Crain x Reader, 3044 words, part of the FreakyFics Event, Steve invites Theo and reader on a ghost hunt where more than hidden feelings are uncovered, WLW/Queer content

How We Rot 

Steven Crain x Reader and Nell Crain x Reader, 628 words, after Nell’s death Seven’s spouse feels Nell everywhere and is drawn back to Hill House seeking answers. Features depressing imagery and descriptions of rot.  WLW/Queer implications

We’re Lions Now 

Part of the FreakyFics Event, Head-canons for the Crain readers reuniting with an old friend and enjoying the fall, slight x reader implications for most characters, WLW/Queer implications

No More Crying

Nell Crain x Reader, 596 words, part of the FreakyFics Event, pure fluff, WLW/Queer content, Nell and the reader get engaged

Who is in Control

Nell Crain x Reader, 1036 words, part of the FreakyFics event, WLW/Queer content, whilst celebrating your engagement Seven pushes Nell to use a Ouija board, a song fic.

A Fraction of Time

Nell Crain x Reader, 713 words, part of Hamilton!AU Night, WLW/Queer content, once drawn back to her childhood home Nell relives your wedding and the house tries to bring you home too.

We Belong Dead

Nell Crain x Reader, 1611 words, WLW/Queer content, still mourning your wife you return to Hill House in search of answers that your estranged in-laws refuse to provide, heavily Shakespeare inspired. 

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but what if we were pure gold all along? jj maybank (chapter 2)

Summary: After the assumed death of their best friend, the Pogues are falling apart at the seams. With Pope and Kiara getting closer and JJ left with nowhere to go, he finds himself left to his own devices. Feeling lost and rejected, his luck seems to turn when he meets Scarlett - a Kook who doesn’t treat him like shit and has an affinity for partying. JJ gets sucked into her world as she promises to help him forget.

How much longer can he keep running from his demons? And what happens when he starts sharing a bed with one?

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, child abuse, angst, sexual content, drug use, underage drinking.

Author’s note: Hi all, this is my multi-chapter fic I’ve been working on. My oneshots & Rafe series have taken off so I thought it was time to share this one too. Let me know what you think!

Word count: 1.9K

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1

the one where those damn kooks are charming when they want to be

JJ had never really gotten used to a beating. He knew when to expect one, based off Luke’s mood when he got home, the glint in his eye, the way his tone changed when he spoke to him. Thanks to being scared shitless of his dad for the majority of his childhood, JJ was well attuned to the subtleties of other people’s emotions. Silver lining, he figured. Means he always knew when the other Pogues were pissed at him without them saying anything, always knew when Rafe was looking for a fight.

Didn’t make having the crap kicked out of him any more enjoyable.

“You think I wasn’t going to find out you stole from me, you stupid boy?” Luke spits his words as if they were venom, standing over JJ who’s clutching his stomach in pain on the floor.

JJ looks up at his father, jaw clenched. “I was helping John B, Dad! I thought you’d be happy I was screwing over the cops! We didn’t know about the storm!”

JJ quickly comes to realise that was the wrong thing to say.

Luke’s eyes are aflame with rage, his stare boring holes into JJ as his dad hoists him up by the front of his shirt and slams him into the wall, fists clenched around the cheap cotton.

“Happy?! Boy, nothing about you makes me happy.”

A punch to JJ’s gut.

“You cost me thousands –“

Another blow, this time to his jaw.

“- spend your life doing fuck all except smoking weed-“

JJ attempts to throw Luke off him but the older man is stronger, despite clearly being drunk out of his mind, and he slams JJ back against the wall, knocking a picture onto the hardwood floor in the process.

“And now you’ve stolen from me, you ungrateful, worthless piece of shit!”

Luke slams his fist into the side of JJ’s head and his father’s red face, contorted with rage, is the last thing JJ sees before he falls, unconscious, onto the floorboards.

When JJ comes to, head pounding, he blinks his eyes open slowly and raises his hand to the side of his face. He brings his fingers away from his cheek shakily, notices they’re sticky with blood, touches his lip gingerly and realises that’s split and swollen too.

JJ grunts and moves to roll onto his back before attempting to get up.

Attempting the operative word, as a searing pain in his side forces him to lay back down briefly, hissing at the pain.

Great, he thinks. He’s really done a number on me this time.

JJ lays there for a few moments, staring up at the slightly dilapidated ceiling of the Chateau, listening for any telltale signs Luke was still in the vicinity. He wouldn’t be surprised if Luke stuck around to lay down another beating but he’s grateful for the silence that confirms he’s been left alone once again.

After a few shaky breaths, JJ finally finds the courage to stand to his feet, wincing at the soreness in his body and making a mental note to find an icepack somewhere in the kitchen. Kiara used to be the one to look after him when he showed up at the Chateau after disappearing for days, her gentle touch calming him more than he liked to admit, soothing his bruises and making him feel like someone gave a shit about him.

JJ swallows thickly. He wishes Kiara was here now.

JJ scoffs at the thought and the feeling of tenderness dissipates as quickly as it appears, replaced by the more familiar feeling of bitterness that rises up like bile.

Resigning to the fact that he won’t see Kiara for a very long time because she doesn’t want to see him (conveniently forgetting that it’s not like she has that much choice in the matter), JJ sighs heavily and makes his way down the hall.

JJ ignores the feeling of complete desperation and confusion as he enters his old, dead friend’s kitchen and opens the fridge, silently praying the cops at least had the decency to leave their beer alone.

For the first time in a few weeks, something’s gone his way and JJ cracks open a Budweiser, letting himself smile ever so slightly.

He’s surprised he remembers how.

--

Drinking alone is never as fun as you think it is.

JJ’s sprawled out on the steps of the porch at 1am, beer bottles surrounding him like a shrine, his Zippo the only form of light in an otherwise unusually dark night.

Suddenly, JJ gets the overwhelming urge to take his bike and ride it across the island to Figure 8.

Never mind that he’s drunk, never mind that he knows he’ll find his way back to places that painfully remind him of his friends, and never mind that by taking the risk of going to the other side of the island he could run into a Kook.

Maybe JJ was looking for a fight tonight.

Before he’s had a chance to think rationally (but when does he ever?), JJ is speeding through the streets of Figure 8, past big Kook houses and Kook golf courses, struggling to keep his bike straight as his vision blurs.

He’s doing reasonably well at staying on the road for someone of his inebriated state, and he’s honestly pretty impressed with himself, enjoying the feeling of the warm wind whipping through his hair.

That is, until he realises he’s going past the Crain house and he sees Rose Cameron’s face on a placard and he’s filled with overwhelming rage and he’s distracted and all of a sudden the bike swerves off the road.

JJ panics and makes a futile attempt to straighten up again, but its too late and he skids off the road and is catapulted into a thicket of trees.

JJ groans and pats himself down, checking that he still has all of his necessary limbs. He breathes deeply and squeezes his eyes shut.

Typical, he thinks.

JJ plans to stay lying on the side of the road for the rest of the night, if he’s honest with himself, before a girl’s voice snaps him out of his reverie.

“You know you’re supposed to keep the bike upright, don’t you?”

JJ opens one eye to see someone, a Kook, standing over him. She’s slender and dressed in a white sundress, the contrast stark against her tanned skin, her dark hair tied back in a braid.

JJ huffs. “What do you care, Kook?”

The girl crouches down and looks at his battered face, wincing. It’s not the usual disdain JJ is used to – he thinks he can actually see some pity reflected in her features.

“You look like shit, what happened?”

“Leave me – wait, do I know you from somewhere?”

--

JJ knows he’s a good friend, but sometimes it feels like he’s loyal to a fault.

That’s how he finds himself in the middle of a Kook nightmare, pressed against rich assholes dressed in designer clothes, all for the annual Midsummers party.

JJ’s walking around the perimeter of the country club, looking over his shoulder for Rafe and his henchmen and cursing John B under his breath for putting himself in this situation in the first place.

He’s needing to pretend to be a waiter, so JJ is absentmindedly picking up empty glasses as he goes, feeling grateful he hasn’t had to speak to someone yet.

That is, of course, until he almost trips over a figure crouched down on the patio.

“Woah, you trying to kill me?”

JJ looks down and sees a girl in a black dress, bending down, her fingers wrapped around the neck of a vodka bottle.

“Can I point out that you’re the one in my way? This is a tripping hazard.”

The brunette girl rolls her eyes and gives JJ the finger, but he can tell its not malicious.

“I’ll make you a deal, Pogue.”

JJ widens his eyes in panic. Cover blown.

The girl chuckles. “I know you’re a Pogue. I’m drunk, not stupid. Plus, don’t think I haven’t seen you around at the boneyard.”

JJ hates that he wants to flirt with her, and he clears his throat. “What’s your deal?”

“I won’t tell the Camerons you’re here, practically committing fraud, and you won’t snitch to the country club that I stole their top shelf vodka to spice up my evening.”

JJ’s mildly impressed. “I guess we’re both criminals,” he replies and moves to walk away, before turning back briefly. “I didn’t catch your name.”

The girl smiled mysteriously. “Unimportant.”

--

“Yeah. You nearly tripped over me at Midsummers,” the girl replies, holding her hand out for JJ to take, which he does, and helps him onto his feet.

JJ attempts to dust himself off. “Do I get to know your name now?”

She smiles. “I’m Scarlett. You’re JJ, right?”

JJ nods. “How’d you know?”

“I know some people that know you, but it’s unimportant. I’m sorry about your friend.”

JJ doesn’t want to talk about John B, least of all with a Kook. “Right, well, I best get going,” he says as he turns towards his bike, dreading the ride back to the Chateau.

Scarlett looks at him incredulously. “You look nasty as fuck.”

“Thanks,” JJ responds bitterly.

Scarlett rolls her eyes. “You didn’t let me finish. Let me take you back to mine, help you clean up a bit.”

Then, sensing the hesitation in JJ, she adds “At least let me give you bandaid or something, and you can do it yourself if you’re so tough.”

JJ figures there’s no harm in using someone’s supplies, especially a Kook’s, and it’s not like he can go home to anyone else.

He shrugs. “Sure, whatever, thanks.”

--

After Scarlett convinces JJ his bike will be just fine hidden at the Crain property (the Camerons have more pressing issues at the moment, Scarlett tells him, her voice catching), they make their way to Scarlett’s house.

It’s the biggest and most impressive house he’s ever been in, and JJ can’t help but feel extremely uncomfortable at the thought of stepping into a Kook’s home.

“Where are your parents?” He asks, as Scarlett rummages around in her drawers for first aid supplies, his arms folded over his chest.

“They’re out,” she replies simply, and brandishes cream and bandaids at him. “Are you going to let me do this for you?”

JJ furrows his brow and snatches the supplies from her outstretched hand.

“I’m good, thanks. I can do it myself.”

Scarlett nods and sits down at the edge of her bed in silence, as JJ clumsily cleans his cuts, face scrunched in pain as it stings. He successfully places the last bandaid and looks at Scarlett, who hasn’t said another word.

“I, uh – thanks, I guess,” JJ says awkwardly, placing his hands in his pockets. “I should go.”

Scarlett looks at her phone at the time, 3:30am, and shakes her head.

“You can stay here, it’s late and I have a feeling you’re not quite up to the ride home.”

JJ panics, eyes wide, and resorts back to guarded defensiveness. “I’m not sleeping here. I don’t even know you.”

Scarlett sighs. “You didn’t seem to have an issue with that when you came home with me. Look, you can sleep on my couch,” she says as she gestures towards the plush couch in the corner of her large bedroom.

JJ huffs. Kooks, he thinks, but he nods reluctantly.

It’s the feeling of overwhelming loneliness, coupled with the fact that someone actually cared about him, that leads JJ to spend the night sleeping on a Kook’s couch.

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Fandoms I’ll write for and how to request them

Bold - Personal Favorites

Supernatural

Dean Winchester - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Sam Winchester - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Castiel - Platonic, Sibling

Jack Kline - Platonic, Sister, Romantic

Gabriel - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Charlie - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (female reader )

Jo - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Ellen - Platonic, Child

Bobby - Platonic, Child

Claire - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

The Walking Dead 

Rick Grimes - Platonic, Child, Sibling, Romantic

Glenn Rhee - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

T-Dog - Platonic, Sibling

Shane Walsh - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Michonne - Platonic, Sibling, Child, Romantic

Maggie Greene - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Beth Greene - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic 

Tara Chamlber - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (female reader)

Rosita - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Abraham - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Noah - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Daryl Dixon - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Carl Grimes - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Carol - Platonic, Child

Andrea - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Negan - Plationic, Child

Enid - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Jesus - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (male reader)

The 100

Bellamy Blake - Plationic, Sibling, Romantic

Clarke Griffin - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

John Murphy - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Raven Reyes - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Wells Jaha - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Finn - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Octavia Blake - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Abby Griffin - Platonic, Sibling

Jasper Jorden - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Monty Green - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Marcus Kane - Platonic, Child

Lexa - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Indra - Platonic, Sibling

Anya - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Echo - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Lincoln - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Harry Potter

Harry Potter - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Hermione Granger - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Ron Weasley - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Cedric Diggory - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Draco Malfoy - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Fred Weasley - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

George Weasley - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Percy Weasley - Platonic, Sibling

Bill Weasley - Platonic, Sibling

Charlie Weasley - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Ginny Weasley - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Young!Sirius Black - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Young!Remus Lupin - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Young!James Potter - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Young!Lily Evens - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Sirius Black - Platonic, Sibling, Child, Romantic

James Potter - Platonic, Sibling, Child, Romantic

Remus Lupin - Platonic, Sibling, Child, Romantic

Lily Evens - Platonic, Sibling, Child, Romantic

Minerva Mcgonagall - Platonic, Child

Marvel

Peter Parker - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Natasha Romanoff - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Tony Stark - Platonic, Child,

Steve Rogers - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Bucky Barnes - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Wanda Maximoff - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Shuri - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

T’Challa - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Carol Danvers - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Loki Laufeyson - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Riverdale

Jughead Jones - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Betty Cooper - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Archie Andrews - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Veronica Lodge - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Cheryl Blossom - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (female reader)

Toni Topaz - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Sweet pea - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Fangs - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (male reader)

Kevin Keller - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (male reader)

FP Jones - Platonic, Child

Fred Andrews - Platonic, Child

Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina

Sabrina Spellman - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Ambrose Spellman - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Nicolas Scratch - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Prudence - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Dorcas - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Agatha - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Harvey Kinkle - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Roz - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Theo - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (male reader)

Caliban - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Zelda Spellman - Platonic, Child

Hilda Spellman - Platonic, Child

A Series Of Unfortunate Events

Klaus Baudelaire - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Violet Baudelaire - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Duncan Quagmire - Platonic, Sibling

Isodora Quagmire - Platonic, Sibling

Montgomery Montgomery - Platonic, Child

Kit Snicket - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Hunger Games

Katniss Everdeen - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Peeta Mellark - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Gale Hawthorne - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Finnick Odair - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Primrose Everdeen - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Haymitch - Platonic, Child

Effie Trinket - Platonic

Pretty Little Liars

Toby Cavvanah - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Caleb - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Ezra Fitz - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Maya - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (female reader)

Emily Fields - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (female reader)

Aria Montgomery - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Spencer Hastings - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Hanna Marin - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Alison Dilaurentis - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Shadow Hunters

Alec Lightwood - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (Male Reader)

Jace Herondale - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Isabelle Lightwood - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Clary Fray - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Magnus Bane - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Simon - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Stefan Salvatore - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Katherine Peirce - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Bonnie Bennett - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Caroline Forbes - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Jeremy Gilbert - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Tyler Lockwood - Platonic, Sibling

Klaus Mikealson - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Elijah Mikealson - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Rebekah Mikealson - Platonic, Sibling

Kol Mikealson - Platonic, Sibling

Marcel - Platonic, Sibling

Kai Parker - Platonic, Sibling

Alaric Saltzman - Platonic, Child

IT

Young!Bill Denbrough - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Young!Richie Tozier - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (Male Reader)

Young!Beverly Marsh - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Young!Eddie Kaspbrack - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Young!Stanley Uris - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Young!Mike Hanlon - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Young!Ben Hanscom - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Bill Denbrough - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Richie Tozier - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (Male Reader)

Beverly Marsh - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Eddie Kaspbrack - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Stanley Uris - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Mike Hanlon - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Ben Hanscom - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

The Haunting Of Hill House

Young!Steve Craine - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Young!Shirley Craine - Platonic, Sibling 

Young!Theo Craine - Platonic, Sibling

Young!Luke Craine - Platonic, Sibling

Young!Nell Craine - Platonic, Sibling

Steve Craine - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Shirley Craine - Platonic, Sibling

Theo Craine - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic (Female Reader)

Luke Craine - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Nell Craine - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Hugh Craine - Platonic, Sibling, Child 

Olivia Craine - Platonic, Sibling, Child

The Good Place

Tahani - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Chidi - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Eleanor - Platonic, Sibling, Romantic

Jason - Platonic, Sibling  

How to request

For a oneshot:

Leave an ask or message me with the character(s) you want, your pronouns (he/him, she/her, they/them, etc), the plot, the relationship between you and the characters, the ages, and any other character relationships! For oneshots and imagines I’ll only use Y/N.

Example - one shot, Cedric Diggory, They/Them, Cedric helps them study in the library and they end up getting detention for being out after curfew, Romantic (pre established), reader is a 5th year hufflepuff, Cedric is the same age, no extra character relationships!

For Imagines:

Again, leave an ask or message me with the character(s) and plot.

Example - imagine, Dean teasing you about your crush on Charlie!

For headcannons:

Leave an ask or message me with the character(s) and the scenario!!

Example - headcannon, growing up with Alec and Isabelle

For preferences:

Message me or leave an ask with the fandom and the scenario!! Even if the characters aren’t listed above I’ll add them to the preference!!

Example - Preferences, Marvel, your first date.

For mood boards:

Leave a message or an ask with the character(s)/fandom and the scenario!!

Example - Mood board, Being the Co-leader of The 100 with Bellamy and Clarke

For Playlists:

Leave a message or an ask with the character/characters/relationship/setting/scenario/etc and I’ll create a playlist for you! You can add a preference for genre of music but I can’t promise that the playlist will be entirely that genre.

Example - Playlist for fighting walkers with the prison group (Classic rock or alternative please!)

(you can also ask for a playlist for one of my fics!)

Rules for requests:

I will NOT write any r*pe or s*xual assault scenarios, I can do someone making someone else uncomfortable but nothing beyond that!!

I will NOT write and something that involves pedophilia either, age gap is fine though!

I MIGHT write smut

I am happy to write queer relationships, I can use they/them pronouns, and polyamory is welcome!! If you use neo pronouns, I can use those too!

I will always be able to deny requests

If it says male/female/enby reader, I will NOT write a requited romantic scenario with a gender besides the mentioned one

If it doesn’t have a specific gender at the end I will write romantic scenarios with any gender 

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what’s to come

{{ cause the images were messing my shit up }}

These are my top top prioritizes that I am working on right now.

Noir spiderman Headcanons 

A-Z Luke Crain Fluff Headcanons.

Sherlock Holmes as a Father Headcanons.

Loki Laufeyson as a Father Headcanons.

Doctor Strange as a Father Headcanons.

Bigby Wolfe as a Father Headcanons

Alexios as a Father Headcanons {{ Assassins creed odyssey }}

How Does A moment Last Forever- Peter B.Parker Smut oneshot.

NSFW Alphabet Peter B.Parker.

SWF & NSFW Peter B.Parker Headcanons.

Stage 3 — Love & Intimacy Arthur Morgan Smut

Must Be Doin’ Something Right Arthur Morgan Smut Oneshot.

A New Beginning- Arthur Morgan fluffy oneshot.

Beneath The Stars- Alexios Smut drabble.

I’m going to be a patér?- Alexios smut oneshot

NSFW Alphabet for the AC boys

Lowkey want to write things about Mason, cause I love that vampire.

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Physical Contact | Luke Crain

request; “Hi, me again: Can you do “Can I stay the night, please? I promise I won’t be a pain” -with Luke Crain x male reader ? -I’m in LOVE with your Luke Crain stories.” // @gallifrey​ 

summary; Luke wants to spend the night with you.

notes; male!reader, blood/minor injury

Luke was back in town, coming to visit Steve after spending the weekend with Theo, and he found himself walking through old tracks, walking down old paths and through alleyways he had once known but no longer recognised, following the footsteps of an older version of himself, a version he had left in the past, a version of himself that had never been able to let go and move on from a love once lost, a love he had never been able to admit to; he knew where he was going, though, and when he looked at the white door with the familiar number, he felt his tense muscles begin to relax, he raised his fist, knocking on the door softly and smiling when his eyes met yours when you opened it. You looked just as handsome as the last time he had seen you, you looked just as handsome as ever, and Luke almost felt his breath leaving him the longer he looked at you. 

“Luke,” you grinned, immediately moving aside to let him in, closing the door behind him as you followed him into the kitchen, when he leaned against the counter, you couldn’t hold back as you lunged at him, wrapping your arms around him tightly and chuckling softly. “Fuck me, it’s been ages since I last saw you...” 

Eagerly returning the embrace, he nodded, swallowing thickly. “I’ve missed you, (y/n).” 

You pulled away, frowning when you noticed a spot of blood on his hoodie from where your fingertips had been, and when you looked at your hand, you saw the small incision that had been caused by a knife from earlier; you had been opening a few cardboard boxes, and clearly, the knife had caught your index finger, right along the side of it. “Ah, fuck.” 

“What is it?” Luke asked, looking at your hand, he clenched his jaw when he saw the spotting blood and how it attempted to clot on your skin, he frowned. “Do you still keep the first aid kit in the cupboard?” 

“I won’t need it,” you shook your head, grabbing some kitchen roll and placing it firmly against the cut. “Give me your hoodie, I’ll wash it before it stains.” 

Luke shook his head, taking over and gently keeping pressure on the slightly orange kitchen roll, his eyes meeting yours as he smiled a little. “It’s fine... you’ve stained hoodies of mine with worse.” 

You nodded, chuckling softly. “Yeah, that’s true... so, what’s up, anyways? I mean, I haven’t seen you in so long, and... well, now you’re stood in my kitchen helping me with a cut.”

Luke bit at the inside of his lip as he sighed and swallowed thickly; he couldn’t deny that he had always liked being around you, he had always enjoyed every minute that you had spent together. Luke had always felt as if you had taken the air out of his lungs, though, when you smiled at him, he felt as if he couldn’t breathe, and when he made you laugh, he could have always sworn that he had never felt happier; when you shouted at the television whilst watching rugby or motorcycle racing, he could have sworn that his heart would scream to be with yours. 

Clearing his throat, Luke allowed his eyes to wander around the kitchen, trying to avoid getting lost in your eyes as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I just... I thought it’d be nice to see you...” 

“It’s been months,” you whispered, looking up at him and frowning when you realised he wasn’t looking back. “I thought you’d moved somewhere halfway across the country...”

He shook his head, finally returning the gaze as he removed the kitchen roll slowly, his glare darting down for a second - it was dry, but that didn’t stop him from taking your hand gently, any excuse for physical contact. “I couldn’t do that. Not... not without saying goodbye. I couldn’t... couldn’t just leave without saying... saying that to you.” 

“It’s nice that you’re back,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his chest as you closed your eyes, any excuse for physical contact. “You’re gonna be around for a while, right?” 

“Yeah,” he admitted, swallowing thickly. “Yeah, I’m... I’m gonna visit Steve but I should be around for a good while.” 

“Do you have somewhere to stay?” You asked him quietly, remembering all those good days when he had spent the time on your sofa, watching rugby matches and motorcycle races with you - he never complained about your shouting, he would only sit there and smile, and look guilty when you looked at him, as if you had caught him staring at you. 

He shook his head. “No... but, can I ask if you’d let me stay here, I mean, can I stay the night, please? I promise I won’t be a pain, I... I’m clean now and-” 

“You don’t even need to ask,” you said gently as you pulled away, already missing the feeling of being so close. “I’ve only got one bed, though, so you... you can have it. I’ll have the sofa.” 

Luke shook his head again, he couldn’t let that happen, he couldn’t let you give up your own bed for him. “What... what if we shared? The bed, I mean, what if we shared it?” 

Any excuse for physical contact. 

You nodded, licking your lips and smiling. “Sure, we could do that - unless if you’re still a blanket hog.” 

Smiling back, he dared to softly laugh as he shrugged. “We... we could cuddle...” 

“Luke, if that’s your way of flirting, it’s awful,” you joked, winking at him and hoping he didn’t realise how you were chewing at the inside of your cheek. 

Leaning against the counter again, Luke watched as you busied yourself with making coffee; he had always thought of asking you out, asking you to be his boyfriend, he had always thought about it, but he was never brave enough to do it - he worried too much that it would wreck the friendship you had built, he had worried that you only thought of him as a friend. But maybe, just maybe, this was his chance. “Maybe it’s just because you make me nervous because I... I like you so much...” 

Swallowing thickly and almost certainly audibly, you put two teaspoonfuls of sugar in his mug as you stared into the mug; you had always thought of telling Luke how you felt, telling him that you wanted to be his boyfriend, you had thought about it far too much for your own good but had never been able to work up the nerve to say anything - you worried you were misreading everything, you worried that he would scorn you and say that he would never feel the same, you worried so much and you were sure that the time would never come when you would be able to admit that, for the longest time, you had loved him and wanted to be his. “Oh, c’mon, we’ve been friends for-” 

“I meant... meant I like you more than as a friend,” he murmured, only just loud enough for you to hear, only just loud enough to make you freeze as you moved the cups over to the boiling tap, but you put them down, turning around to look at Luke with a perplexed expression that made him smile through the worry. “I...” two words, that was all he had to say, just two words, but they were stuck in his throat, lodged against the sides as he struggled to say them. “Love you... I’m in love with you.” 

Taking a few steps forward, he licked his lips as he scratched the side of his nose and picked at his lips, frowning when you gently took his wrists in your hands, and shook your head; he should have known better, he should have known that you would have never felt the same and that- 

“I love you, too,” you said gently, letting go of one of his wrists in order to cup his stubbled jaw the hairs tickling your palm as you smiled. Any excuse for physical contact. “But I can’t... Luke, I can’t be with you if you’re gonna run off for months on end.” 

“I won’t,” Luke told you softly, shaking his head. “I’ll move in with Steve if I have to but I’m not... won’t leave you again.” 

He leaned into your hand, closing his eyes; any excuse for physical contact. 

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Fireworks | Luke Crain

summary; Luke comes to your rescue.

notes; male!reader, fireworks, high-key vent fic

When you first started dating, Luke had taught you a simple step to help you to calm down; the rule of seven. Seven steps forward, seven steps back. Seven taps on the doorframe. Seven. But every time you tried to count, a large crashing of brightly coloured sparkles lit up the sky outside, causing you to shrink down with your back against the cupboard, your knees pulled to your chest and your arms embracing them tightly as you hung your head and squeezed your eyes tightly shut hoping this time the past would not haunt you so vividly, so ghoulishly.

The noises didn't stop, though, they wouldn't stop, they couldn't, but even still, you looked up and over when you felt a presence beside you; a worried Luke on his knees, eyes wild and frantic, his hands shaking as he struggled to speak.

“Wh- wh- what’s wrong?” Poor Luke sounded out of breath as he stammered through his question, as if he had ran all the way from his brother's house.

But still, you provided no answer, only crashing against him and burying your head against his chest, clinging onto his shirt like a frightened child; he didn't mind, he knew you would talk when you wanted to, so he waited, his arms around you tightly, hand stroking up and down your back. But when the fireworks outside continued, loudly booming and crashing and howling so awfully, you flinched. You flinched and gripped his shirt that much tighter each time, small whines coming from the back of your throat.

That was when Luke realised.

You weren't scared. You weren't frightened.

Shaking his head, Luke shrugged off his jacket, putting it around you before wandering away for a moment, only to come back with your headphones; he knelt down, shoving them into your hands and nodding.

“I’m with you,” he said gently, placing his hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay.”

You slipped the headphones on, letting him plug them into his own phone to select a track or two, music always helped; even though this was the first time Luke had ever seen you in such a manner, even though it was the first time he had ever known you to react such a way, he knew what you always said helped with things similar to it.

When you began to relax, he allowed you to place your head in his lap, gently placing his hand on your cheek so that his thumb gently caressed your skin, and he waited it out with you; he waited and waited until the last firework had exploded, and then he smiled down at you.

“They’re gone. It’s over,” Luke said gently, waiting for you to make whatever move you needed to, a little surprised when you sat up and slumped against him, paused the music easily with a click from the headphones.

“Thank you,” your voice was raw and hoarse and coarse and gruff, strained. “I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend, Luke, I... I love you.”

“Hey, it’s me who should be saying that,” he replied softly, “you’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had and I’m... I should’ve come over sooner, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you muttered. “Thank you, again, though.”

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Hey, please could I request a Luke Crain x reader oneshot, please could it be a really sweet smut where the reader is just taking care of Luke and being really sweet to him and a while later she finds out she’s pregnant and Luke’s really happy and they tell the rest of the family at dinner?💛

THIS IS JUST SO GOD DAMN CUTE!!!!! and I can just see how happy the family would be for Luke!

Luke would be such a good dad!