#and dont luke loud noises

[katyobsesses]

Uhg I woke up from a nightmare this morning that was 🙃fun🙃

[delusionalmultifandomwriter]

Colour theory (fluff)

Luke Castellan x gn!reader fluff

Prompt: Luke comes into your cabin at night for some cuddles... and to discuss eye colours

My first PJO post, im excited and i hope you like it!

Requests are open, dont be shy :)

Masterlist

You drowsily blinked open your eyes, the moon light was shining into the cabin. It was late at night, noone was up yet. You could hear the soft breathing of your cabin mates. You turned around with a sigh and pulled the blanket over your shoulder, closing your eyes again.

There was a quiet knock on the window where your bed was placed under. You opened your eyes again and pushed yourself up from the matress. You huffed but leaned up to peak out of the window.

A soft smile grew on your face as you sat up on your knees to unlock the window and slowly open it to avoid making noises. After all, you didnt want to wake your cabin mates. Or attract any cantankerous harpies.

The window squeaked quietly when you slowly opened it. The window sill made a slight cracking noise when Luke stepped on it.

You offered your hand and he grabbed it tight when he carefully climbed into your cabin. He was just in his camp halfblood tshirt, grey sweatpants and socks, carrying his sneakers in one hand.

He gently stepped on your bed, holding your hand for support and put his shoes on the floor once he was inside. You leaned up to lean against his shoulders after he sat on your bedside.

"Hey." You murmured. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder. He turned his head and kissed your nose. You scrunched it and Luke continued to pepper your face with kisses for a few moments which made you giggle. "Hey." He whispered back finally.

"Thought I would come around." He whispered and you lifted the blanket up for him to slip under it next to you. Luke fell onto the matress next to you and wrapped his arms around you. "Thats nice." You chuckled quietly as you rubbed your eyes.

You sunk back into your pillow with a heavy sigh and pulled Luke closer to you. He leaned up and rested his head on your chest.

You smiled widely and combed your hand through his hair, hair strands running between your fingers. "How are you?" You asked whispering. Luke only hummed and you thought he was too close to sleeping to give you a proper answer but then he whispered against your skin.

A warm summer breeze blew through the open window, carrying the smell of grass and salty water from the lake into the cabin. Luke sighed relaxed and inhaled the fresh air, his fluffy hair tingeling your chin.

"Tired." He grumbled softly. "How come?" You asked concerned while you brushed one of his curls from his forehead. Luke sighed slightly annoyed and buried himself deeper into your body. "Cabin is loud. We got a lot of newbies." He groaned quietly.

Luke often complained about the Hermes cabin being overcrowded. Which was true, it were too many people to an extend where you couldnt get out at night because the floor was covered in sleeping campers during the night.

Luke always got a lot on his plate with keeping his cabin in track, making sure they all arrive at the meals on time and finding a place for everyone to sleep. It got onto him sometimes, it wasnt a rare thing that he sometimes joined you in bed in the middle of the night. He was always craving your comfort and touch and sometimes it just got too much.

"Im proud of you, ya know?" You whispered while you gently rubbed Luke's shoulder muscles. The blond boy groaned in pain but leaned closer. You laughed quietly, massaging his hard muscles.

"Come on." You nudged his thigh with your leg and he pushed himself up to lay down between your legs to rest his head on your chest. You scooted a little more in the middle of the bed, which was barely enough for two people but it was sufficient. It was a good excuse to initiate some cuddling, when the two of you first started dating.

Your boyfriend exhaled calmly. "I like the kids. But sometimes its just too much." He whispered, you leaned down to see that his eyes were half-closed. He smiled at you lazily as you got back to rubbing his shoulder muscles.

"I know you like your kids. But you are allowed to feel overwhelmed. You got a lot to manage and you are doing a great job. Hell, i dont know how i would manage to make sure that a whole army of kids is kept fed." You chuckled into his hair. Luke leaned up to kiss your clavicel as it was right next to him.

"Thank you." He whispered back. There was a faint blush on Luke's cheeks and you took a moment to admire his beauty. His dreamy blue eyes were slightly glazed over but he smiled at you softly.

"I love your eyes." You whispered and leaned down to kiss his forehead. Luke smiled widely and propped his head up on his hands, looking up at you.

"One of the new kids said the colour is called 'old world blue' because it has a little yellow around the pupil." You hid your laugh behind your hand to not wake your cabin mates.

"I see. Maybe an Iris kid?" You suggested, still snickering lightly. Luke nodded eagerly. "Absolutly. She ran around the camp all day, telling people their eye colours. Did you know that Mr. D's eyes are not actually grape purple? They are indigo."

You smiled at Luke's excitement. "No, i was unaware." You chuckled. Luke layed back down and relaxed against your touch. His weight felt good on our body, it kept you grounded and helped you relax your own body. "You have to introduce me to her, i would love to find out what my eye colour is."

"I will. But no matter what colour it is, you are always beautiful." Luke whispered sheepishly. You laughed at how adorable he was behaving. "Thank you, my love." You snickered.

"Old world blue... that's my favorite colour ever now." You whispered into his hair. It was quiet for a few seconds before Luke mumbled back.

"I wonder what my new favorite colour will be."

[snzinthewild]

SICK FIC YAY

Messy warning, description of mess

Luke and Ryan have been together for 2 years and moved in together a month ago

Luke completely invested in the movie didnt notice Ry had fallen asleep until the end credits rolled on screen

"Can you believe that ending... Ry bug hey you sleeping, baby hey come on lets go to bed"

Ryan barely opened his eyes but enough to see the floor and move as Luke guided him. Once Ry gained some of his barings back he could feel again the ache in his body and the pounding in his temples. He just wanted to get into bed and pass out. And thats exactly what he did, he climbed right into bed and under the covers. Luke still getting ready for bed as Ry takes some meds to help him sleep, and luke climbs into bed.

"Good night baby"

"Good night Ry love you"

"Love you more"

Ry turns into luke and he wraps his arms around him. Ry falls asleep within minutes and shortly after Luke also falls alseep. The two sleep for 4 hours before Ry nose deicides to be a pain and bother him in the night

"HXGT EH AH HHEXTH" Ry stiles as best he can, trying not to wake up Luke. But he feels miserable and just wants to be held by his love. And go back to sleep but his head is pounding and body shivers from head to toe as his body temperature shifts from hot to cold.

"EHHH AHHH HXGHT HEETUSH HX'SGT urg"

He tried really hard to be quiet but his head was trobbing and stifleing only made it worse. In an attempt to grab a tissue, ryan knocked over the glass of water he used to take his sleep meds which clearly are not working.

"Fuckd no'b please" he starts crying and the words dont make much sense anymore.

He reaches down to pick it up and lucky there was no water left but the downward movement awoke an all fimlarr tickle that came rushing back into his nose with a vengeance. With absolutely no warning

"Ahh AACCCHHOOOO EEECCHHHOOO HHHEEETTUUSSSHHH" Ry was bent in half at the mercy of his leaking messy nose.

"Baby.....ry are you okay"

"AHHH EHHH HH HHHEEETTTUISH AAHHHEEESUICH EHHH ehh urg ehhh HHHEETUI'STSH AHHHH...AAACHHHHOOOOO"

"bless you bug"

Ry turns around to look at luke "imb sorry I wokep you upb" the congestion is filling up his nose, he clears his throat "I tiredb to be quiet"

"Oh" luke chuckles alittle "you look awful, i cant imagine how you must feel baby and be as loud as you want" he smiles and brings a hand to Ryans face.

"Imb fine" ry gets cut off by coughing and luke rubs his back

"Totally yeah ur fit as a fiddle" he feels his forehead which is burning up

"Babe Imb just tired and *sniff* the windmdow is open"

"You have a fever"

"I run warmb" he sniffles thickly and clears his throat

"Uhmm sure, come here" ry crawls into lukes open arms and holds him until he falls asleep which is almost instantly.

"Feel better love" Luke whispers, kiss his forehead, before passing out as well.

Hours later, sun has risin

Alarm goes off and Ryans head is throbbing at the piercing noise. He groans and tries to cover his ears from the noise. Luke barely awake turns off the alarm and gets up to go to the bathroom, after a flush and a quick flacet noise, the covers russell as he gets back in bed. Ryan turns and burries his head into luke who wraps his arm around him and hugs him tight

The alarm ring again, luke groans and reaches a hand over to turn it off. Ry groans in pain from the ringing in his head that has increased due to the alarm. In an attempt to turn off the alarm luke knocks his phone under the bed, forcing him to fully get out of bed. Ryan groans as Luke shifts away.

"Pleaseb turn it off" ryan sniffles and then coughs until he can barely breathe anymore.

"I am baby dont worry" luke now standing turning off all alarms and setting his phone back down. "I need to get some medicine in you, ill be right back with some and a thermometer bc im sure *luke reaches and touches ry's forehead* yep your burning up" ryan leans into lukes touch and falls alittle as he leaves. Ryan is left in a miserable ball under serval blankets. He is so cold and sweating at the same time. His head still throbbing and the congestion is building in his sinuses. His nose is so stuffed and wont stop running.

"Grrraarrr imb cant breathe" ry grabs the box of tissues off the nightstand and blows his nose trying to clear something anything, but atlas nothing, however it did bring a intense tickle to his nose. He grabs another tissue in anticipation of the impending explosion.

"Ahh a-aaah eehhhhh aaahhh imb ahh i - gon aahh a nna ahhh ACHHOOOOO ACHITSH HESTISCH sneeze ahhh EEHESTUISH AAAACHHHOOO" ry is mess, he destroyed the tissues, theres a snot string from his nose to his hand, both nostrils are dripping with snot, both hands are covered.

"Bless you baby" luke says alittle louder since he is in the bathroom. Waking out into the room with the stuff in his hands, he sees the state Ryan is in and rushes over "wow big ones huh bug*chuckles* here i got you" luke puts the stuff down half haziderly, grabs many tissues, bringing them to rys nose. Cleaning the snot string from his nose to his hands, with. Few more tissues he cleans ry up and then grabs and few more tissues "blow". Ry does as luke says even tho he knows its going to be really messy which it was.

"Thank you" sniffles "but you didbnt havfe to dob that, imb gross" ry starts tearing up

"Ry bug are you crying, whats wrong i mean except for your obvious plague?" Luke places a hand on rys cheek, wipes away a few tears.

Through sniffled tears "imb gross, a mess its embarrassing i-" luke cuts him off

"I dont care how gross you are, i love you"

"So you admit imb gross"

"Yes, but your my gross boy"

Ry giggles and sniffles before coughing harshly towards the bed. Luke brings him into his arms, hold him, rubs his back.

"Okay fineb i feel miserable, everything hurts, i cant breathe out of my nose, imb so cold *sniffles* when are you going to work?" Ry sniffles thickly and wipes his nose on his sleeve, well technically lukes swearshirt sleeve that ry wears anytime he doesnt feel good, so its a clear indicator when sowmthing is wrong.

Ry is radiating heat and he's cold, luke throught as he grabs the therometer he threw down earlier.

"Im working from home, now open up" ry obeys and opens his mouth, waits for the beep which rings in at.... "Yikes 102.9, no wonder you feel awful, here take some medicine i have Tylenol and some sort of cold-flu cough medicine that should help with the fever as well" luke grabs one and dumps out the recommended amount hands it to ry.

"Im out of water" ry turns his head to look at the empty cup on the ground from last night.

"Okay no problem i will go get you some more" luke grabs the glass and leaves

"Okay here you go" luke hands the glass to ry to take the pills, and luke prepares the next ones.

After ry is medicated, he curls up into Luke. He yawns and coughs alittle, closing his eyes.

"Get some rest bug, feel better" luke kisses his forehead and rubs his back, as he falls alseep.

-few hours pass-

Ry is breathing heavy through his mouth as he sleeps on Luke chest, he is watching tv. He needs to get up and go to his desk to stsrt work but Ryan is sleeping so peacfully and he doesnt want to disturb him.

-another hour-

Luke has to start work now and he slides out underneath Ryan and settles him up to the pillow and pulls the covers to tuck him in.

"Sleep well love, ill be right nexr door" luke wispered to ry and kisses his forehead. He tidied up the night stand so the water and tissues were easily accessible to him. His phone also there if he wakes up and needs to knows where luke is, he can see luke texted him 'im in the office, next door'.

Luke turned off the TV, closed the blinds to make it as dark as possible so that his baby could sleep.

Part 2 coming soon!!!

Hope you enjoyed

#may be some spelling errors, I cant English #love me some dyslexia #anywho part 1 of LukexRyan #OCs # part 2 coming soon #messyfic

[spritehouse]

I Never Learned—God's very simple & Love shouldn't burn pt. 1

I Offered You All That You Yearned

read on ao3 | part 2 (coming soon)

⚠️Content Warnings for this chapter: self-harm, panic attacks, & self-hatred/depreciation ! PART 2 OF THIS FIC WILL INCLUDE: death/dying (major character death), grief, terminal illness, & more ! this chapter can be read as stand-alone, but if you're the type to get invested, and any of these topics trigger you, please consider skipping this story. please read responsibly!

Pairing: Luke Alvez/Spencer Reid

WC: 2.1k

Summary: “You’re right; everything possible will exist in at least one universe, but I don’t think it’s possible to not love you like this, cariño,” Spencer grins, cheeks flushing pink as Luke speaks, heart racing like a lovesick teenager. “And I think any version of me would be crazy not to ask you out.” “Mhm… and what makes you so sure I’d always say yes?” The younger brunette asks as if he can imagine it– them any other way. “Are you saying you wouldn’t?” Spencer shrugs with a smirk. “I don’t know… I had plenty of other options besides the FBI; we could’ve never met.” “I don’t think so,” Luke pulls his partner closer, almost engulfing him in his embrace, enveloping the younger agent in his arms, and Spencer has never felt so safe. “I think we’re inevitable, cariño. I know we are.” - or, 5 times luke proved to spencer that he wasn't going anywhere + the one time he had to leave

Notes: 100% self-indulgent ralvez angst dont mind me also, all posts related to his fic will be tagged with #love shouldn't burn where i'll be yelling about different things i include in this fic

One

“Do you think we’re together in every multiverse?” He asks on the couch one night.

The sun had long since set, TV screen and soft lamps illuminating the space– their space—a home they built together, pictures, books, and figurines filling the gaps in the shelves around Luke’s apartment—starts shining in the clear night overhead.

Spencer doesn’t respond right away, tucked against his boyfriend’s side, book in hand, pausing to recall what’s happening in the show that he’s only half listening to.

“The multiverse theory suggests there’s an infinite amount of universes for every decision ever made. It states that everything that could be possible is in at least one universe.”

Luke smiles as his partner speaks, listening before pulling him closer, pressing a kiss to Spencer’s forehead, murmuring, “Never change, Spence,” softly, adoration overflowing from his lips.

“You’re right; everything possible will exist in at least one universe, but I don’t think it’s possible to not love you like this, cariño,” Spencer grins, cheeks flushing pink as Luke speaks, heart racing like a lovesick teenager. “And I think any version of me would be crazy not to ask you out.”

“Mhm… and what makes you so sure I’d always say yes?” The younger brunette asks as if he can imagine it– them any other way.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t?” Spencer shrugs with a smirk.

“I don’t know… I had plenty of other options besides the FBI; we could’ve never met.”

“I don’t think so,” Luke pulls his partner closer, almost engulfing him in his embrace, enveloping the younger agent in his arms, and Spencer has never felt so safe. “I think we’re inevitable, cariño. I know we are.”

Two

Their apartment is dark when Luke gets home.

He treads carefully, wading through the still silence to turn on a light, frowning as the living room unfolds in the lamplight.

Spencer’s presence, Luke has learned, is loud, and he loves it.

It’s books and papers scattered and stacked haphazardly across floors and surfaces and some constant noise—hums or whistles, music, the TV, audiobooks, anything.

It’s a warmth against his side, curled up with a soft blanket and a book, coffee with too much sugar, and burnt meals but perfect pastries filling their kitchen, Spencer explaining the science of baking while they scrub the charred reminds of their dinner off their last good pan.

And it’s every light in the apartment on, brightness barely holding a candle to the spark in his eyes, a flame burning with brilliance as he speaks, words building new worlds with every idea that Luke could live in forever, listening to his partner until the end of time.

But it isn’t this—an empty living room with Roxy curled up on the couch, alone while she waits for her owner to arrive, the floor devoid of books, files, and dirty dishes, and Spencer’s favorite blanket missing from his reading chair.

“Rox,” Luke’s voice shatters the silence settled over the empty space, barely above a whisper as he speaks, frowning when he finds the lack of life in their apartment. “Where’s Dad, Rox? Where’s Spence?”

The shepherd stands, walking over to him with a sad wag of her tail and a whine, nuzzling Luke’s hand.

“Where’s Spencer, Roxy?”

She paces to the closed bedroom door—which they usually leave open to allow Roxy to come and go as she pleases—whimpering as she sits down.

“Good girl,” Luke whispers, swallowing the lump in his throat as he enters the bedroom, stopping to stare at their made bed in the dark. “Stay here, Roxy. Stay.”

His hand hovers over his hip instinctually, reaching for a gun that isn’t there as his gaze sweeps the room, landing on the light flooding from the crack under the connected bathroom door.

“Spence?”

His heart hammers as he approaches the door, holding his breath as he listens for his partner.

“Cariño? Can I come in?”

It’s silent for another suffocating second, and then:

“Luke?”

“Spence? Baby? Is everything okay?”

A choked sob escapes through the door, and Luke has to stop himself from bursting in, taking a steadying breath while his chest aches.

“Spencer?”

“I’m sorry– Yeah– Yes, you can come in. I’m sorry.”

He takes a tentative step inside, stopping in the doorway at the sight of Spencer curled up in the corner, cradling his arm against his chest with a blood-stained towel wrapped around his wrist.

“Oh, cariño–”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry–”

Luke’s by his side in an instant, immediately pulling his partner into his arms, tucking him against his chest, tears soaking through his shirt.

“Shhh… it’s okay, Spence. It’s okay. I’m not upset. Okay? I love you. It’s okay,” He murmurs a string of reassurances, running a gentle hand through Spencer’s hair while he starts sobbing in earnest, shaking in his boyfriend’s arms.

“‘M sorry. I’m so sorry–”

“It’s okay, cariño; I promise.”

“No, ‘s stupid. ‘S so stupid, and now you’re gonna–”

“No. No. Listen to me. I’m not going anywhere, Spence. I’m not leaving. Okay?”

Spencer spent the first few months of their relationship tiptoeing along the edges, dancing around the other agent, one foot already out the door, terrified of being left behind again and ready to run at the first red flags, especially after Luke learned how stupid his, supposedly genius, brain can be, but it never came.

“I’m not leaving, Spence. I love you.”

Three

“Do you want to get married?”

Luke hits the brakes, just short of slamming them, tires screeching to a stop in the middle of the empty road, his heart hammering as he looks over at his partner, seemingly unphased by everything, and usually, the older brunette would be too, they talk about their future all the time, but–

“Jesus, Spence. You’ve been nonverbal for the past four hours, and you start with that?”

Spencer blinks at him owlishly.

“Well, I’m not proposing–”

“You better not be. I want a candle-lit dinner and a ring,” Luke laughs slightly at his joke as he starts driving again before adding, “That was a joke. Just– maybe not while we’re on a case.”

The younger brunette humors his boyfriend with a sarcastic chuckle, nodding.

“I was just thinking about it; we’ve talked about it, but it’s always been like…” He pauses, searching for the right words. “We’ve been talking about it forever–”

Since their first date, actually.

Luke doesn’t remember how the conversation started—Spencer probably does—but they were in the middle of dinner when–

“Do you want to get married?”

He nearly spat out his wine right there, caught off-guard while his partner apologized profusely.

“But we’ve always talked about it like it’s our future, and now it’s been a few years, and my mom is–” Spencer frowns, shaking his head. “I’m not proposing, and I get if you aren’t ready or don’t want to, but–”

“Yes.”

Spencer freezes, his turn to gape at Luke while the older agent drives, eyes wide and bewildered.

“Yes, I want to get married. Not yes to your not-proposal,” Luke smiles softly, still staring at the road ahead as he takes one hand off the wheel, resting it on his partner’s bouncing leg. “But I will say yes if you beat me to it, Spence; you don’t have to worry about that. I’m all in.”

Four

Luke has always been competitive.

And Spencer likes winning, sure, and he’s never been one to take it slow, but he’s more ambitious, more goal-oriented, rather than focusing on the competition, looking ahead instead of behind.

Luke, on the other hand? Competition is in his blood, so naturally—of course—he beats Spencer to it.

The day starts with breakfast in bed, which Luke eats most of (Spencer has never been a fan of breakfast), and cups of coffee, one with too much sugar and the other iced, lounging in their room, the younger brunette using his boyfriend as his space heater, freezing fingers pressed against his chest.

Then, it’s a walk with Roxy in the park, stopping to play a few chess games—Spencer, predictably, wins all of them, even after going easy on Luke—and the older agent playing catch with his canine while his partner challenged some more advanced players.

And by the Smithsonian, Spencer knows his boyfriend is planning something as he leads Luke through the different exhibits, listening to his partner with lovesickness plain as day across his face, but the genius doesn’t call him out; he’s learned to love Luke’s surprises, even when he sees them coming.

He figures it out while they’re walking through Bishop’s Garden, his heart hammering in his chest as he follows Luke down a secluded path to a stone gazebo, pausing to press a kiss against his partner’s forehead.

“Spence.”

“Luke.”  He smiles, his face flushing red as he leans in for another kiss before his boyfriend steps back, lingering for a second, silently asking for permission.

Spencer nods.

“Yeah?”

I’m all in.

“Yeah.”

And Luke kneels.

Five

Spencer’s ring is silver with delicate details engraved in the material, declaring Luke’s love in three languages inscribed along the inside, and it’s painfully perfect.

“Spence? Are you in there?”

Luke’s is gold, like the sun, shining against his skin, and so simple.

“Cariño? Can I come in?”

It’s a perfect metaphor for their relationship because Luke—the one who picked the silver ring, planned, and proposed—is perfect, and Spencer, genius and all, in comparison, is plain.

Because what good is brilliance if he can’t use it? 

What are the benefits of a genius brain if it spends half its time self-destructing, sending Spencer spiraling on what should be one of the best days of his life, instead, holed up in the bathroom, unable to hear anything over the deafening roar of his racing heart?

“Spencer, I’m coming in. Okay? It’s just me.”

The door opens slowly, Luke slipping through the slight crack and shutting it again, pausing when he finds his partner on the floor in the opposite corner, hands running through his hair, desperate to tug on the roots until everything finally fucking stops.

“Spencer,” The older brunette sits across from him slowly, signing as he speaks, unfocused eyes finding his hands. “What’s wrong? How can I help?”

He shakes his head, fingers making fists, not pulling—yet.

“Come on, cariño–”

Spencer grabs his hand mid-sign with possessed aggression, nails nearly biting his skin as he passes something into Luke’s palm before pulling away as if the contact burns, curling further into the corner with silent cries.

Luke stays still, staring at the silver band in his palm, feeling its warm weight on his hand, hearing how it sounds against his own.

“Okay, Spence,” He speaks softly, still holding the ring protectively as he settles against the opposite wall. “We’ll talk—or sign or write, whatever you need—about this when you’re ready; take a few minutes to let your thoughts settle. Okay? I’ll be here the whole time.”

Spencer doesn’t respond; Luke wasn’t expecting one, letting them lapse into silence, save for the soft sound of the younger brunette rubbing his knuckles together and the occasional hum while he rocks back and forth.

“I’m sorry.”

Spencer’s voice is ragged and forced, exhaustion evident as he speaks.

“It’s okay, Spence,” Luke doesn’t hesitate, still signing his words as he pulls away from the wall to face his partner. “Don’t force yourself.”

Tears well up in the corners of the younger brunette’s eyes, threatening to overflow as he buries his face in his hands, shaking his head.

“Spence–”

“It’s stupid!” He shouts suddenly, sobbing while he grips his hair. “This is so stupid! I– It’s– I can’t–”

“Frustrating,” Luke offers softly, finding the words his partner can’t. “It’s frustrating, Spence, not stupid. You are not stupid.”

“It is! I am! Because I’m a grown man and can’t just be normal. I want to be normal.”

“Normal isn’t real, cariño; it’s made up, just like gender roles and taxes–” That earns him a soft chuckle. “I get that it can be frustrating sometimes, being so smart, but your brain just won’t listen, but you aren’t alone. Okay? Everyone is always here to help, just like you’re always ready to help them, and we–”

Luke takes his hand, kissing his knuckles before slipping the sliver ring back onto his finger.

“We are in this together now, cariño—for better or worse—which means that I will always be here to remind you that being normal is boring, and you can remind me of everything else. ‘Kay?” Spencer nods, smiling as Luke helps him stand, wiping a tear from his cheek. “For better or worse, Spence; it’s us against the world.”

[smolchildlevy]

Solomon’s Potion Mishap

Warnings: suggestive?, fluff, crack

Summary: Solomon screws up a mixture for a new potion. You were asked to try it out and well- something strange indeed happened.

Solomon was a man constantly making potions and spells all the time.

You were usually his tester for them.. the safe ones at least.

So when he conjured up this one, he messaged you that he wanted you to try it out. Of course your first question was “is it safe for me?” .

He assures you that it’s fine.

You sigh and tell him you have nothing better to do, so you were heading over there.

When you get there, you say your hellos to the other occupants of Purgatory Hall, Luke and Simeon.

As you step into Solomon’s room, you see him holding the elixir.

“MC, just in time. Here, drink this slowly so you don’t choke.”

“Got it.”

He holds the potion out so you can grab it.

You gulp down the liquid.

After consuming the whole thing, you set down the empty bottle on a nearby desk.

“So? How’re you feeling?”

“I feel fi-“

You got cut off by a strange feeling in you. You feel like something sprouted from your body but decide to ignore it.

“MC?”

“What”

“You uh.. just- go look in the mirror real quick.”

You raised a brow in confusion to his suggestion.

Shrugging, you walk over to his bathroom.

“Is something wrong?” You question in your head.

Your eyes gaze upon yourself in the mirror. You blink several times.

“IM A NEKO??!” you shouted.

“Heh.. yep.”

“THIS ISNT FUNNY SOLOMONN!! SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FU-“

He laughed in the other room which made you stop mid-sentence.

You stomp back to him.

“Did you plan this?” You cross your arms.

“Actually-“

“You did, didn’t you?”

“Possibly.”

“You’re an asshole! How long am I gonna be like this?!”

“For about 24 hours I think.”

You fell silent.

“At least you look nice.” He smiled.

“24 HOURS?”

“Yeah.”

“I TOLD LUCIFER ID BE HOME IN AN HOUR! I DONT WANT THEM SEEING ME LIKE- THIS!” You gesture to your cat ears and tail.

“You’ll be fine, just ignore them.”

“Easier said than done!!”

You scold him before hurrying back home.

Your thoughts were racing to think of ways to avoid the brothers.

“What will I do??”

Quietly, you step into the House of Lamentation holding your breath.

So far so good. There’s no brother in sight. You let yourself breathe.

Just then, you hear footsteps. You tried speed-walking to the living room.

“Good, no one’s here.” You think out loud.

“You sure about that darling?~” a voice chuckled.

You whip your head around to see Asmo.

“What’s this?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Oh come onnnnn you look adorable, MC!”

“Shut it.”

He continued his squealing, showering you in compliments.

“Asmo, do you know where my-“ another voice says.

“Satan look! She’s so cute!” Asmo hugs you tightly.

Satan freezes in his spot. His face is covered in a red hue.

“I- MC what happened?” He spoke.

“A potion happened.”

“O-Oh.”

Just then, Beel and Belphie walked in.

“Oh god..” you mutter.

“MC, why are you a neko?-“ Beel asked, confused.

“It’s a long story.”

Don’t get me wrong, they were blushing. They were just puzzled on why you had cat ears and a tail.

“Your tail looks fluffy.. can I lay there?” Belphie comments.

“Uh.. sure.”

You sit on the couch and pat the spot next to you. He gladly takes the opportunity to lay his head on the tail.

“So soft..” he doses off.

“Ooo! Let me feel!” Asmo grinned.

“Fine.” You say.

He skips over to you and strokes your soft cat ears.

For some reason, your face gets hot.

“MAMMON I SWEAR! WHERE IS MY LIMITED EDITION RURICHAN FIGURE??” You hear Levi yell from another room.

They’re coming closer. Belphie woke up due to the loud noise.

Mammon kicked down the door, running in.

“LOOK I DONT KNOW MAN!-“

They look at the scene before them. Your new features.

“M-MC.. why do you l-look like that?-“ Levi and Mammon stutter.

“What is all this commotion?” A deep voice approaches.. Lucifer’s voice.

He spots you on the couch and slowly, his cheeks have a pink tint to them.

“What happened here?” He asked.

“Solomon messed up a potion.” You pout.

That expression made it hard for everyone to keep their composure.

Your just too cute. It’s like their hearts will beat out of their chests.

Satan wanted to feel the ears and tail to see if what he was seeing was real, along with the rest.

One hand ruffles your hair.. and you purr.

“WHAT WAS THAT??!” You scream mentally.

Most of them stop what they were doing.

“I-I don’t know what that was-“ you waved your hands, shaking your head.

“MC, your killing me!! You’re so irresistible!” Asmo squealed again.

“Ahem.. S-someone take MC to their room.” Lucifer demanded.

“I WILL!” They all say in unison.

Then, they started arguing.

In the midst of all the blabbering about who should carry you to your room, you feel someone pick you up.

They run with you out the room.

“I SHOULD BE THE ONE TO- wait where’d MC and Satan go?” Mammon pointed to the spot where you were.

“THAT SLICK BASTARD!” Asmo groans.

—with you and Satan—

The two of you made it to your room. He sets you down on the bed.

“Asmo is right though.. you look delectable.”

“T-Thanks..” you blush more than you did earlier.

“I should go now. My brothers have to be fuming by now..”

“Ok-“

He walks out, closing the door.

You realize you’re gonna have to deal with them in a bit for dinner.

“Not again…” you complain.

…..

The meal was very quiet, the brothers glancing at you and blushing every now and then. Also giving the occasional compliment.

..You’ll get Solomon back for this someday.

This is an idea that’s been in the back of my head lmao

[intertwinedtears]

Luke 6918 maybee??🤸🤸

YOUR MINDDD 😩😩

MDNI or you’ll lose your homework

luke pearce + “don’t cum yet” + “if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”

luke pearce x afab!reader

tags: fingering, pussy spanking, handcuffs, orgasm denial, luke interrogation mode

a/n: this luke got me acting up like i dont even know myself anymore

“get to the point, i don’t have time for your games.”

a shiver runs down your spine as you meet the brunette’s unnervingly cold gaze. his lips were set into a thin line as he watched you squirm beneath him, fingers pushing deep into your pussy.

“you’ll have to do more than that to get me go speak,” you respond, mirth shining in your eyes as his frown deepens. his fingers slip out of your hole but before you can make a comment about the loss, a harsh spank lands on your folds, sending a jolt through your body.

“i said g-”

“how weak.”

your remark seemed to have effectively pissed him off because another loud smack resonates in the room and you have to bite down on your lip to keep yourself from moaning out loud.

“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god,” he mutters with a shake of his head. “do you understand?” his warm hand grabs your face harshly, squishing your cheeks while coral pink eyes stare down at you expectantly for an answer.

rolling your eyes, you give a half-hearted nod.

“good girl, now stay still for your punishment.”

punishment? that wasn’t dis-

your thoughts are cut off as you feel his hard cock line up with your entrance, pushing inside with one swift thrust.

“s’ full!” you cry out, back arching as you dig your nails into your palms unable to do anything with your hands cuffed. your thighs continue to tremble as he pulls out slowly, only to slam his hips forward again, repeating the motion at a bruising pace.

your moans fall from your mouth freely, echoing loudly in the interrogation room alongside the lewd noises of skin smacking against skin.

“it feels so g-good!” your drool drips from your chin as you continue to verbally announce the amount of pleasure you felt, babbling nonstop with each drag of his cock against your gummy walls.

“shut the fuck up,” the man growls, glaring sharply at you as he stuffs his fingers in your open mouth.

you taste your own essence on his fingers as your tongue swirls around his digits, licking them clean as he continues to rail his cock into you.

as he leans down, breaths heavy against your neck, you feel his sharp teeth scrape against the flesh, nipping and sucking dark marks onto your skin.

“look at you now, so obedient and much quieter,” he smirks, snapping his hips forward in a particularly harsh thrust that causes the tip of his cock to bump into your cervix.

your back arches as your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him close. “mmph hmm!” with his fingers still in your mouth, your words come out warbled, far from what you had intended to say.

“don’t cum yet.”

tears roll down your cheeks as his free hand descends upon your clit, slapping the nub with his fingers. the impact sends another wave of pleasure in you, drawing you closer to your impending orgasm despite his command.

you shake your head vehemently. how could you hold out your orgasm when the pain mixing with pleasure was too unbearable?

you squeeze your eyes shut as you tried to think of something else other than the ache between your legs, willing your body to obey the command to hold out.

but just as you were about to give in to the pleasure, he slips his cock out, leaving your fluttering hole clenching down on nothing as your orgasm slips away.

your cry is drowned out by his own ragged breaths as he jerks himself furiously, cock red and leaking, before cumming all over your stomach.

hot spurts of his cum land on your stomach and you can only whine in disappointment as you lamented the waste of semen that could’ve been inside of you.

“luuuke…” you drawl out his name, pouting as his cold demeanour is quickly replaced by his usual soft and warm self.

“are you okay? did i hurt you?” your boyfriend asks worriedly as he unlocks your cuffs, regret evident in his eyes.

“i’m okay, and no you didn’t hurt me,” you tell him sincerely, soothing him with gentle strokes of your thumb across his cheek. “you did really well but i need you to continue because i’m about to die from sexual frustration.”

luke nods quickly and plants a kiss against your lips, smiling into it before pulling away.

“thank you baby,” he whispers against your lips before dropping to his knees to finish what he started.

send me a character + prompt(s) if you’d like to see more!

[solomonish]

Dork Solomon Agenda

You say sexy shady sorcerer I say nerd and love of my life

Solomon is a sad lonely little man why just wants a genuine connection us that so much to ask???

No but seriously like. It's totally fine if you hc Solomon as this man-turned-lowkey-sex-god with a million succubi and more at his whim whenever he wants and would be a tough one to put the ol' ball and chain on like to each their own for sure! But that's not MY hc

(Thats not to say my hc means he doesn't ever engage in casual sex like that and wanting a genuine long term relationship at some point [or finding out thats what you want when you meet someone] are not mutually exclusive yknow)

So like Solomon isn't the type to be short with you or keep you at an arm's length (i mean...u get what I mean. Once you're close enough and all that jazz) or get annoyed by you wanting to be affectionate?? Hello??

He LOVES the little things you do (some on accident tbh). You feeling affectionate today and give him a kiss or three on his face before you leave to go to your separate classes? Adorable, he's fallen in love again. You do that thing where you like.. forget how to walk straight and just accidentally bump into him? No come back he likes being close to you :( He doesn't SAY these things but there's a light, airy laugh he has that gives him away.

If you're ever facetiming he will say "boo!" when you connect instead of just. Greeting you like a normal person.

His fuckin. His devilgram name is monSOLO. My mans is a star wars fan!!! I dont know any of The Discourse bc I'm not super into star wars myself but he has IN DEPTH opinions about the movies. Seriously rivals Levi in this aspect. Please make time for movie nights where you watch the movies together 🥺 especially if you haven't seen them before he'd love to convert you 🥺

Didn't Solomon also have a thing for TSL??? Or am I just imagining it??

I feel like his ideal date would be exploring something new, whether its this new spooky forest or "hey have we been down this alley before? Let's check it out!" but ideal date number TWO is movie night. Even if it isn't Star Wars. He likes to sit on opposite ends of the couch throwing popcorn into each other's mouths (and big candies like peanut m&ms where you both have almost choked before) and maybe a footsie war if he's feeling real devious. Then at some point you grab a blanket and snuggle up to him and you both fall asleep on the couch

Simeon yells at him when you leave because there's popcorn EVERYWHERE

LOVES when you laugh super loud. Idk man he just thinks its great when you have such unbridled joy and then he laughs too 😊 not as loud though he's more of a quiet chuckle kind of guy (most of the time).

Is friends with Asmo so is extremely great at slumber party gossip. Catch him in his pajamas, cross-legged on the floor while clutching a pillow to his chest and listening intently to you rant about the brothers.

"Come here I have a secret to tell you" (blows air in your ear) "okay okay I'm sorry but come here again" (blows air on your neck) "okay okay last time! I actually have something to tell you. Please? Its important...." (kisses ur cheek) "like u a lil bit xo"

Never the type to send "good morning beautiful" or "good night 💞" texts. Instead he'll send you something at 4 am like "the infinite cosmos will eventually swallow whole all familiarity and life as it is now presently known and despite the adaptations humans or demons or angels could make i will still have to adapt and face the world as an alien in the realm I love so dearly. Funny how the strongest of beings bow to the whim of space and time. But sometimes my eternal journey doesn't seem so daunting when I realize that with my everlasting life will be the memory of you no matter how distant and the survival of the vessel you loved...."

And then at lunch that day when the brothers pull you away he'll send you a picture of the lasagna they're serving with "this kinda looks like you? Don't worry I'd still hit it" and then two minutes later "you not the pasta"

Is the type to think randomly "oh damn I love you so much" but has an impressive filter about it. Or he thinks he does until Luke grumbles "ugh get a room thats the fifth time you've seen that since monday" ok, sometimes he has a good filter about it

He can't help it! Sometimes you just say something really smart (or something SPECTACULARLY dumb) or you do something cute like lean on him or smile a specific way or-

Sir.....you're head over heels sir :/

The type who would go to a playground at night with you and just swing on the swings talking about life

Wants to have a secret handshake with you!!

If you're ever on a road trip with just the two of you, you can get him to join in on the terrible singing but he'll be a lot quieter than you

Also will only join in if he isn't driving. If he is and you aren't talking, he's just humming underneath his breath. Will drum on the steering wheel though

Cooking

(Yes, it gets its own section because MAYBE I'm obsessed with the idea of MC teaching Solomon to cook and the food still turning out terrible but at least it isn't a void when MC is helping)

The type to flick water at you every time he washes his hands. Will chase you down just to do it.

"Hey, tilt your head back and open your mouth MC" (proceeds to dump too big a handful of shredded cheese in your mouth)

100% the type to lean over you just to hinder your cooking abilities. Who cares if the sauce splashes he's tiiiired.... you'd let belphie do it :(

Puts a hand on your lower back when he passes behind you. Hopes you'll lean into it/step back and offer him a kiss 🥺

Believes in always having a proper table setting. Prepare for whatever juice they have (or water) in wine glasses if you're having a nice-er meal

Under the assumption that a spell ruined his sense of taste (and not that he's just bad at cooking) he hates spicy food. He can feel the burn but he gets none of the flavor??? Wack. Don't hurt him like that MC. If you do because its hilarious to watch him try to be cool about it he will pout

Gets cheesy aprons. He just likes them.

Will hit you on the top of your head with a whisk to hear the noise it makes

Will buy every kitchen hack tool there is. A ketchup dispenser that looks like a gun? He's got it. A fish that helps you squeeze out the egg yolks? Yes! A dinosaur soup ladle? You bet! Pizza scissors? A tool that makes hard boiled eggs into cubes? Something that's gotta be like 200 years old and no discernable purpose? Absolutely! He wants a hot dog toaster. Do they even have hot dogs in the devildom?

Will sneak bites just because it bothers you

Overall

Look at him. He hasn't had friends in centuries. He's playful!

Look at his DEVILGRAM NAME

His funky little WAND

This is a man who is a huge nerd, thrives off of cliches and just wants to have a good time. So let him! Its mentally exhausting having those pretenses up all the time.

[huggybug]

okay so i decided to try anyway hahaha. if someone else already sent you something and you think it’s better, PLEASE feel free to ignore this cuz-pfft BAHAHAHA. i apologize for this 😭

the house was loud, music blaring all around. you could feel it in your chest and your ears. the guys were throwing yet another after party that luke basically had to drag you out of the house to get you to come to. you’ve been dating for the last 6 months, and almost every weekend of those 6 months he would literally beg you to come to a party with him. usually on nights like tonight, you would come up with some excuse like “i have a lot of studying to do“, or “i have a headache”, but tonight was different. the boys lost this game but decided to throw a party anyways just because. you didn’t really want to come because you knew luke would be in a mood. but, you care about him and didn’t want to upset him anymore than he already was, so you agreed. you were already feeling a little fatigue from all the noise so, you decided it was best to get a cold drink to help with your head. you planned on getting your drink and finding luke, whom you had somehow lost within the first 20 minutes of arriving. ”don’t wanna be drinking that,” a voice said to you. you look up and see brendan leaning against the counter, smirking at you, lifting his solo cup to his mouth and taking a long drink. “you open the water you had grabbed and take a sip before asking,”why?” ”that’s not gonna do anything.” ”my head hurts.” he finished his drink and let out a breath, reaching for another cup and pouring god knows what into it. ”here,” he handed you the cup. ”but i dont want to drink,” you whine at him. he let out a chuckle and walked over to you. when he got close, a little too close for your liking, he brushed away the hair on your shoulder with the back of his hand, and placed it behind your ear. he leaned to your temple and whispered, ”it’s a party. have fun. enjoy yourself. stop being to tense.” you could smell the alcohol on his breath and you tried to fight back a smile, remembering your times with brendan during these parties. how fun and chaotic it would always be. if luke wasn’t by your side making you laugh and dance, it was brendan. other than luke, he was like your bestfriend from the team. he pulled away from you, taking your hand with the drink in it, and pushing it up to your mouth. “driiink.” ”brendan!” you slapped him in the chest. he just laughed, taking your free hands in his, ”c’mon. hughsey’s somewhere over here.” he lead you into the living room where some of the other guys on the team were standing. they noticed you and all came up to you giving hugs and a few fist bumps. ”the poor baby is pouting over there,” ethan said, pointing to the couch. you looked in the direction of eddy’s hand and saw your bf sitting on the end of the couch, arms crossed, head leaned back. ”shut up. i’m not pouting,” luke said to him, clearly doing the exact opposite of what he claimed to not be doing. you just smiled and made your way to sit next to him.you set your drink on the coffee table. ”hi, lukey,” you said wrapping both hands around his arm. ”hey,” he said without looking at you. “com on bro, we’re all disappointed. but you seem to be the only one making a huge deal out of it,” nolan said before taking a drink. luke didn’t say anything. he was madder than you thought. the song that was playing ended and a new one began. it was more upbeat than the last and the urge to get up and dance took over you. ”c’mon,” you pulled on his arm,”dance with me.” ”no.” ”why?” ”i dont feel like dancing.” you pouted. you heard a chuckle then felt someone grabbing your hand. ”here, ill dance with you. im cooler than him anyway.” you look up and see brendan reaching down for you with a goody smile on his face. he was so drunk. laughing, you got up and followed brendan into the large crowd of dancing drunk college students. you look back at luke and see him still sitting in the same position. you shrugged and continued walking. you were having fun with brendan. laughing, jumping, just having a good time. you didn’t even notice luke’s head pop up from the couch when he heard you scream brendan’s name when he picked you up and started spinning you.

other part coming shortly ☺️

jealous lukey >>>

[teenytinyapprentice]

Hi! So I was looking through your Ghost!Luke AU again (absolutely stunning by the way, and just the right combination of horror and heartwarming), and I think you said that Luke would be brought back when the others are revived by Aurora at the Sanctuary. Then, in a later post, you described the possibility of Claire following Hershel around as well, and I was wondering whether this would mean that she could be revived as well or if the time-travel would have messed her up too much. Thanks!

Y’know what it’s my au so if I want a heartwarming happy ending then my god I’m gonna get it. Yes! I think that if Claire is also included in this ghostly au then there’s no reason she shouldn’t be revived as well! A while back I did some art of Luke’s revival (in the og ghost!Luke au where he’s the only ghost)

anddd this made me wanna doodle up something for Claire’s inclusion on this au... Hershel is understandably, a little overwhelmed. 

I’m sure they both don’t come out totally unscathed. PTSD around memories of their death are pretty much a given...Luke’s developed aquaphobia and can’t stand even the thought of a soak in the tub. Claire gets panic attacks set off by sudden loud noises or fire... & I imagine being scrambled through time leaves her with episodes of disorientation, confusion as to where she is and mood swings. (dont even ask me how UF works out here... there will be some mindfuckery and two Claire’s about I am sure of it) That being said, they’re both so happy to have gotten a second chance at life that even when it’s a hard day they’re grateful for it! The real mystery is how Hershel is gonna explain why he now has two legally dead people, seeming alive and well living in his house... 

[trinisgayforkimberly]

Wildmoore prompt

Ryan gets hurt -Sophie freaks out/addresses her feelings towards her.

Thanks for the prompt, nony! I enjoyed this one so hopefully yall like it too. y'all already know, sorry for any mistakes. Leave me a prompt if you wanna, they inspire me to actually put something out there. anyways 7 weeks is a long time and i dont know how im going to survive without them.

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There’s this rage deep within her. She can’t escape it. Can’t stop herself from needing a moment alone in this depressing hospital, away from the worried stares. The bathroom is empty, thankfully, when she gets there. She sniffles and clears her voice; the noise, in the otherwise quiet restroom, echoing back. She slides herself into an empty stall, the silence surrounding her sitting heavy on her chest. She thinks she should be out there, searching for whoever’s done this, but her legs don’t will her out of this hospital; the urgency in apprehending the stupid motherfucker who did this gone as he had already been caught. Killed, really; Sophie having shot a bullet through his head as she saw Ryan’s falling form. She had been too late, her eyes widening in horror as she saw the blood seeping from Ryan’s frame. It all plays in her mind again, trying her best to remember every little detail, looking for the moment where she had made her mistake.

Except every time she replays it, the outcome never changes. She’s still here. In this stupid hospital bathroom stall, trying her best to keep her tears at bay. She feels herself lose her breath, the much needed oxygen disrupted in its destination as she chokes on a sob. Her pain instantly turns to anger as she lashes out, her hand swinging at her side, hitting the stall wall with a loud bang. The contact stings, but it’s better than the storm brewing in her chest.

Sophie understood the risks of the job. She should know, she risked her life every day as a Crow; risks her life any time she joins Batwoman and Batwing out on the field. So she knows, she’s aware of the dangers. Hell, they’ve even had close calls before, those nights taken in stride as they all pile up at The Hold Up, drinking and laughing and enjoying a life they know they are lucky to live.

But this feels like too much. Like the world is crashing down around her and she’s left picking up the pieces. No matter which way she looks at this, she knows she can’t change anything. And it terrifies her because she wasn’t even aware of this desperate need for Ryan to be okay.

It was no secret she and Ryan had a “thing”. An unspoken thing, but a thing no less. Sophie had gotten used to the longing stares across the room, the warm tingling sensation enveloping her body in a way she didn’t even know posible. Used to the long nights in the Batcave sitting across each other as they laughed over the dumbest thing, their sleep deprived minds finding everything and anything hilarious. Used to the small touches against her back every time Ryan passed by her, fingers ghosting over skin like some teasing game.

Sophie sort of realizes she’s just been standing in a stall crying her eyes out. She groans at herself, grabbing some paper so she can blow her nose. She’s all stuffy and she’s sure what little remained of her makeup was messily spread across her face. Great.

There’s a ding that catches her attention, one of her hands grabbing her phone from her pocket as the other finishes wiping her nose. She wipes at teary eyes, blinking the slight blurry vision away, before she reads her home screen.

Luke: are you okay?

Sophie is quick in her reply, sending out a small ‘I’m okay’ before she pockets her phone again. She quickly uses the restroom, sighing heavily when she ends up in front of the restroom mirror, her hands quickly coming up to brush at the small unruly hairs. There are bags under her eyes, she notes, quickly swiping her fingers underneath her eyes. The task at hand seems hard to complete, her arms feeling heavier than usual, before she lets them fall on top of the sink. Her shoulders sag as a small cry bubbles from her throat.

She feels exhaustion seep into her shoulders, her eyes stinging, and her heart sitting heavy in her chest. She thinks the one thing she regrets the most is not telling Ryan. She had waited for what? Now all she had were what ifs. Daydreams of all of their maybes. Something sinks and curls in her stomach, and she feels like she’s about to throw up.

---

Ryan is alive. Alive. There’s this slight release of pressure - she’s not exactly sure where the release comes from, just notices that her body in general feels lighter. She’ll still feel better after she’s seen Ryan, after she’s laid eyes on her and feels her heart beating against her hand. She needs proof.

Luke paces in front of her, his need to help getting the best of him as he mutters to himself under his breath. Sophie has half a mind to ask him what he’s saying, to assure him Ryan was fine, she was alive, but she stays silent. Just keeps watching him, making sure he doesn't stray into anyone’s way. She figures he has enough on his plate as it is, seeing as Mary was still on the run with Alice and keeping them in the dark. Ryan almost dying was not exactly the best addition to an already stressful situation.

It takes another hour and a half before the nurse comes out, politely leading them towards the room where Ryan resided in. Sophie stops in the doorway, watches from a distance as Luke shuffles awkwardly to Ryan’s bedside, a frown deeply set on his face as his eyes scan the smaller woman’s body. Sophie could hardly tell anything was wrong despite the small cut on her lip and the bruise near her left eye. She takes a step further, slowly inching her way into the room, blinking away at the tears threatening to slip out.

“She’s okay.” Luke states, nodding his head almost as if to solidify the statement. If he said it out loud, it meant it was real - Ryan was okay. Alive. Sophie nods her head, words dying on her tongue as she steps closer, her hands close enough to grab one of Ryan’s in a delicate hold. The warmth of Ryan’s skin comforts Sophie more than she realizes, so much so she lets out a shaky breath she seemed to have been holding. Tears fall from her eyes in relief as she sucks in another shaky, shallow breath.

---

She’s asleep when she feels an insistent tapping against her forehead. It annoys her, causing her to lift her hand to swat at the offending object. She was tired, was she not allowed to sleep? But after a couple seconds she jumps up, sitting up much too fast, her back protesting the sudden movement. Her eyes scan her surroundings before they stop on Ryan’s bleary eyes blinking up at her. She’s awake.

“Ryan?” Sophie whispers, worried being too loud may burst what may be a dream. There’s a pained grunt as a response, brown eyes blinking closed before tiredly opening again. Sophie stands before she leans over Ryan, her hand cupping Ryan’s cheek delicately, her thumb brushing softly against the bruise adorning her face.

“Are you in pain?” Sophie rasps, finding her voice. “I can go get the doctor.”

The hand in hers tightens, so Sophie stays, her eyes roaming Ryan’s face, afraid she’s going to miss something. Sophie watches as Ryan struggles to breathe, her face twisting in a pained grimace. Sophie furrows her brows with concern, her hands ghosting over Ryan’s abdomen where the white bandage wrapped around Ryan’s middle hid. Sophie hits the nurses button and it’s not long before two nurses walk in and take over caring for Ryan. Sophie doesn’t get to say much else as she watches Ryan fall asleep while the nurses work around her.

---

Sophie finds being patient extremely difficult. Since she’s being honest, the urge to shake Ryan awake to talk to her, to be reminded that Ryan was alive and stable, was strong and only quelled by the fact that she knew Ryan needed all the rest she could get, her body working to heal the wound in her abdomen. Luke leaves after a few hours, promising to take care of himself before coming back with a bag of their things.

So Sophie waits and waits. Ryan’s heart monitor the only constant sound in the room. She tries to busy herself with something, keep her hands moving or her brain working on something. Very little catches her attention, though, and she finds herself right back where she started. Staring at Ryan’s sleeping form as she lets her mind wander, heavy sighs falling from her lips every so often.

“Soph-” Ryan’s weak voice rings out into the empty room. Sophie sits up, her eyes finding deeper brown. There’s this small floating feeling that swoops through her stomach and up her chest, her cheeks warming as she lets a small smile play on her lips. She lets one of her hands grip one of Ryan’s, cradling it like a delicate flower, like she’s afraid she’ll break if she squeezes too hard. Ryan seems to crave a different contact, though, because Sophie feels Ryan curl her fingers tightly around Sophie’s, a small tear escaping Ryan’s deep brown eyes.

“You’re safe,” Sophie promises, her free hand traveling up Ryan’s torso until she’s cupping her face. Ryan lets out a small whimper before she lifts her other hand to grasp Sophie’s arm. “I have you.”

There’s a couple minutes of silence. Ryan seems to just let her face lean into Sophie’s touch while Sophie just took a second to stare at the woman in front of her. There’s an awed look across Sophie’s face, her thumb grazing soft skin as she lets her eyes trail down from Ryan’s eyebrows, past the deep bruise, to plump lips with a small cut near the corner of her mouth.

“I love you,” Sophie whispers into the space between them. Ryan’s brown eyes seem to snap into focus, deep brown eyes searching her own for something Sophie can’t quite place. “I love you, and I refuse to have you die and not know that. I’m done with the games, Ryan.”

Sophie wants to close the distance, finally feel Ryan’s lips against her own, but she holds back, allowing herself to read Ryan as she gives her time to process her words. Brown eyes stare back at her, so many emotions storming them Sophie can’t tell anything apart. It’s all just swirls of deep brown and a longing Sophie feels deep within her. She shifts closer, sitting on the edge of her seat as Ryan takes a deep breath.

“I love you too.” Ryan croaks, trying her best to clear her throat, but failing as she tiredly lets her head fall back against her pillow. Sophie lets out a small relieved cry before she finally leans down and brushes their lips softly. The kiss is soft and slow, just the first step to an ever evolving relationship, and it makes Sophie’s heart race in her chest.

Ryan is alive. Sophie sits back and feels the weight lifted off her shoulders, feels her lungs take in their first full breath in what felt like months. She makes sure her hand is still intertwined with Ryan’s. Only letting go when the nurses needed to get through, but otherwise keeping her in arms reach. And when Ryan inevitably falls asleep, her mind seems to focus on one thing: Ryan is alive.

[blqckswzn]

how they react to an MC that is extremely jumpy

ft - the angels + solomon

warnings(?) - solomons part includes MC spacing out, also i feel like his part is a little OOC??? i didnt mean too but i dont know much about him tbh🧍🏻

a/n! - this is definitely self-indulgent :,) im super jumpy...like even if i hear you walking behind me ill still jump if you touch me, anyways i have covid atm so any posts while im sick might have spelling errors,,,im having major brain fog

ps. sorry for not including raphael, i dont know anything abt him but once i get to him in the game ill def add him in :-D

simeon

•your baking with luke and he goes to get *insert ingredient??* so while you wait you go on your DDD

•you go on deviltok and completely zone out

•simeon is walking in to see how things are going and goes to ask you

•"MC! how are things....MC?"

•when you dont even turn around he lightly taps your shoulder

•"OH MY GOD!"

•you literally had a heart attack and fell on the floor

•your DDD probably fell in the batter🥲

•"MC? i-im sorry i didnt mean to scare you...but i even said something as i walked in?"

•you explain that your just extremely jumpy and even if you say something you'll probably still get scared regardless💀

•he actually feels so bad😭😭

•"simeon its okay you didnt mean to..."

•simeon wouldn't purposely scare you, infact he would try so hard not to scare you

•will always be careful when trying to get your attention

luke

•he walked (ran) all the way to the HOL because he wanted you to try the cookies he just baked!

•after passing all the brothers (and getting yipped at by mammon) he finally made it to your room

•he knocked once but no answer...

•he was practically jumping out of his shoes because he was excited to see you again

•you were in bed with your headphones in wathing deviltube (because the brothers can be very loud🧍🏻)

•he burst threw the door and it slammed into the wall

•"HOLY FU-"

•luke definitely screamed too

•"MC? ARE YOU OK?"

•you explained your just super jumpy at loud noises

•hes almost crying he feels so bad

•"oh my goodness! im sorry, im so so sorr-"

•you have to stop him from talking😭

•"luke! its okay really!"

•he definitely wouldn't purposely scare you

•he would set stuff down super gently to not scare you

•hes so sweet i just wanna hug him *sobs*

solomon

•you were helping solomon with testing a new potion of sorts

•he had asked you to look for an ingredient that he needed

•you were looking and looking and looking but to no avail

•he was getting impatient so, with a sigh, he gets up and goes to help

•he finds you spaced out looking for said ingredient

•he waves his hand infront of your face a few times

•"MC....MC? hello are you even looking?"

•he sees its not working and claps in your face to get your attention

•"JESUS-"

•you flinch and cover your ears

•be fr he would definitely laugh at you💀

•"woah MC are you ok?" he says while holding back a laugh

•you explain you space out alot and are extremely jumpy when people bring you back from your own thoughts

•definitely laughs at you again🧍🏻

•and also 100% scares you on purpose

•that little shit👺 (affectionate)

•wont overdo it though and will stop if you ask him too

[symphonicmetal101]

Babysitting in the Devildom

Chapter Six: Beel- Dinner Indifference

"Beel n-"

Solomon had to cast a teleportation spell before he could even finish his sentence. Beel's wings fluttered furiously as he burst through a portal and into Solomons arms instead. He immediatly clamped down on Solomons shoulder and started to chew. Solomon sighed as he watched his cloak get drooled on, big violet eyes watching him back as more of the cloth disappeared into his mouth.

Solomon paused. Should he take Beel to you? You seemed to know what you were doing but you also already had Asmo and portioning out food for the rest of the kids...Beel would be in the presence of food either way. He glanced back down and the chipmunk-cheeked Beel and considered trying to take the cloak out of his mouth.  Buuuuut if Beel cried again it was his fault, again...but he really shouldnt be eating fabric...not that it would ruin his appetite but-

He was running out of time to make a decision as the delivery person made their way back to the door. Beel seemed content eating his cloak for now. Beel would be fine, right? Yeah- its Beel. Solomon tightened his grip just slightly on the baby as he approached the front door again, ready to take the bags.

He should have taken Beel to you.

It was like fighting Taz from Looney Toons as Solomon stumbled about, half eaten cloak and a blur of movement around him as he used small portals to keep the bag of food away from Beel.

Barbatos had walked into the kitchen with Luke, wondering if he could help somehow. You had taken Luke from him and used one hand while also sometimes directing him on how to help you while Asmo followed behind him to make sure each plate "looked pretty". Everything was going really well....until the other bag of food appeared suddenly in your free hand and you heard a demonic screech come from the hallway and a loud buzzing noise which was curiously silenced soon after, though Asmo had given you wide berth after hearing that. You sighed and asked Barb to continue portioning things and to go tell the rest of the kids that if they had to go to the bathroom, the time was now. You held Luke close to you as you ventured just outside the kitchen doors and nearly bumped into Solomon.

".....I can expl-"

"Why is Beel eating your clothes?"

You didnt really want to laugh for fear of waking Luke up, but a wide silly smile bloomed on your face as you watched Beel use both his tiny fists to stuff more of Solomons cloak into his mouth, wide eyes staring at you as he cooed a bit and continued to stuff his face, Solomons cloak almost gone.

Solomon had a combination of exasperation and amusement on his face. "Uh...well I didnt want him to cry or attack the food- o-or you so I.....I fed him my cloak."

"....wHY? Earlier you were summoning food for him- you could have done that again right- or multiplied the food we already have even if he ate the bags worth of food-"

You were still smiling, the whole situation a little ridiculous as Beel finished Solomons cloak and started to sniffle, pouting and making grabby hands to the air for more.

Solomon paused before a goofy smile spread across his face as he summoned a popsicle to give to Beel. "I. Dont. Know." He laughed a bit before smiling fondly at you. "This is why you're the one in charge." He started to walk past you into the kitchen, but not before a quick kiss was planted on your temple and a small smirk at your expression was given to you. You gave yourself a moment before joining him and Barb, and a slightly startled looking Asmo.

".....can I have a posicle before dinner too?"

Asmo looked up at Solomon, pleading who just shrugged. "Thats not up to me." He looked at you and smirked a bit. *Motherfucker*

Asmo gasped and skipped his way to you, big, pleading amber eyes as he batted his eyelashes. "May I have a posicle before dinner too please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

It was too much. From the way he asked politely, to the way he said popsicle, to his little pose and big ole eyes-

You looked around the table of happy faces as all the kids destroyed popsicles that Solomon had summoned for them, all save for Beel, Barb, Diavolo, and Lucifer untouched food in front of them.

"POPSICLES FOR DINNNNNERRRRR!"

"They said we still have to eat our food if we want to have dessert tomorrow."

"But I'm not hungry anymore..."

"....I guess I can try to eat some food but Im full from the popsicle..."

"LOOKIT IM PUTTING MY FRIES IN MY ICE CREAM!  But I aint havin the green stuff, thats yucky."

"You're yucky Mammon."

"HEY-"

"My father would NEVER let me do this!! Thank you MC!!!!"

A chorus of thank yous came from all of the kids, luckily before another fight. You sighed softly and forced a small smile as you said "youre welcome". You figured they wouldnt eat their food if they had popsicles. The bigger kids had eaten their food, and Beel had no problem eating his portion and Belphies who....oh. Belphie was sleeping in his mashed potatoes. You glanced around the table again, noting all the sticky faces and hands and...bodies in Satan and Luke's case. Solomon looked exhausted as he summoned another piece of food for Beel. Asmo was trying so hard to eat some more of his food but only ate a few more bites and looked a little upset. Mammon had eaten his fries, at least.

".....if youre full, give your food to Beel. Dont make yourself eat anymore, its ok. I just need to talk to Sol for a minute, ok?" You smiled as you walked to take Belphie out of his highchair and gestured to Solomon to put Beel in. He was a little confused but did so as you wiped some of the potatoes off Belphies face.

Levi spoke up very quietly. "Can we still have dessert tomorrow if we didnt finish our food for dinner?" The sound of plates being pushed towards Beel paused as the kids all looked at you, waiting for an answer.

".....it depends on how well you eat your breakfast tomorrow.." you smiled as the kids thanked you again as you asked Barb and Lucifer to make sure Beel didnt eat the actual plates as you took Solomon and Belphie into the kitchen.

"How are you feeling...you look exhausted.." geniune concern on your face once you had Solomon basically alone. His face twisted slightly and he sighed. "I had hoped the rejuevenating spell I casted would re-energize me more than it did...why? Are you worried?~" he smirked slightly, though it fell just short of smug. You rolled your eyes a bit and ruffled is hair, your turn to smirk as his face turned light pink and started to protest, pouting when you stopped, though you werent sure if it was because you stopped or because you ruffled his hair in the first place. You stopped his protesting by asking your next question, also avoiding answering his question. "Do you have enough energy to clean all of them or am I going to bathe them in an actual bath..."

"....I? It should be we..."

"Well if you're tired you should rest...I'll need your help tomorrow too..."

"I can sleep after the baths..."

"But if we're doing the baths then I need you to cast one last spell to keep the water in the tubs..."

"So I'll sleep after that spell...maybe..."

You gave him a withering look before sighing, though appreciative of his stubborness....for once. You smiled a bit.

"Alright then. Bath time. Especially for the babies. The bigger ones can probably just shower.... Belphie, Luke and Satan need baths the most. Beel made sure his food ended up *in* his mouth....the others..." you chuckled as you peeked back into the dining room, seeing only Barbatos' face clean, and Lucifer and Asmo both fussing over the little mess they had on themselves, Lucifer using Asmos mirror, and Asmo following Lucifers every action to get clean. You brought your attention back to the sleeping Belphie in your arms.

"....do you think he'll stay asleep for bath time?"

"Its Belphie. He could sleep through anything."

"Dont jinx it." You sighed softly and looked out at the kids again, some playing tag, others just watching. Satan continued to mash his food onto the platter in front of him, Luke giggling and copying in glee. Solomon tapped your shoulder to get your attention again.

"Are you ok? The bags under ypur eyes could hold all my potions-"

"Shut up- maybe if a certain sorceror had been more careful I wouldnt be as tired....not to mention the popsicle before dinner was a bad mov-" you were interrupted by Barb lightly tapping your arm.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I was just wondering if you want me to wash the dishes or just leave them in water in the sink....or if you have a dishwasher..." you were a little surprised when you turned and saw him carrying all the dishes from the table, and Lucifer behind him with garbage. Simeon was wiping down the table with a cloth, but gave the younger ones in high chairs some room. Diavolo was trying to talk to Lucifer, who just kinda kept nodding and saying "oh thats cool" before looking at you almost desperately. His look brought you back to your senses as you nodded at Barb.

"Just in the sink with water is fine, thank you Barbatos. Thank you for cleaning up Lucifer, Simeon. It makes a huge difference to me."

Barb and Simeon beamed, and Lucifer managed a small smile before shooting Diavolo a dirty look, but the other boy didnt notice, too busy rambling on about how this was so much better than home for the upteenth time. Ypu ruffled Lucifers hair as he walked by, and noted Diavolo's slight stumble in words as he eyed you a bit, but rushed past to go talk to Barb, glancing back at you, almost pleading, though your attention was divided again as you felt Levi hug you and snuggle into your side wordlessly. You patted his head softly and turned back to Solomon.

"I'll answer that question later. For now lets clean up. Then bath time."

Levi squeezed you a bit and beamed. "I love bath time!! I can do it myself! I promise, I can! I can!"

Though Levi couldnt see it, Mammon was mocking him from behind. You gave him a bit of a "look" before the hem of your shirt was being tugged at and you were met with those same amber eyes that had persuaded you into giving everyone treats for dinner. "I love bath time too! Me too! But you have to watch me. I make great bubble hair dos! A-and guess what? In the water, it might look like I have legs, but really Im a mermaid!"

"And Im a sea dragon!!" Levi cried out, still wanting your attention. "And Asmo, you're not really a mermaid-"

"Am too!"

"Are no-"

"Everyone can be who or whatever they want to be, in the water or otherwise. Fooooor example, I'm actually a sheep, see I go baaaaa" you smiled softly, and winked at Levi before turning to Asmo again who was practically dancing at your side, bursting to ask you a question. "Whats the prettiest animal you like mc?!!!"

"....whats your favourite sea animal mc?"

"Whats the coolest animal mc! No wait- whats your favourite animal?!"

"Yeah, whats your favourite animal?!"

"Oi, I asked em first!"

"Guys its ok, you can all be my or your favourite animal. Theres more than one of each." You chuckled, listing off animals as more questions were asked, meowing at Satan as you handed Belphie to Sol and took him out of his chair, who happily meowed back as you lead your noisy little zoo to the communal bathroom.

Masterlist

[tangledstarlight]

hello 😌

“You’re in a coma and I confess all my feelings only for you to wake up” for juke please :)

you really went 'hm lets chose the saddest option' huh??? what follows is all on you okay i dont take any responsibility for it 😬(i really made myself a lil sad with this one okay). anyway!! hope you like it!!! 😊💜

trigger warnings!! mentions of injuries and character deaths

20. you’re in a coma and i confess all my feelings only for you to wake up

50 cliche tropes and prompts!

Julie didn’t like hospitals. Though she supposes that most people don’t like them. They’re too bright, too loud and too quiet at the same time.They can be places where you get the best news of your life. But for her they’d always been the place she got the worst.

She can still remember sitting in the waiting room as a doctor talked to her dad, and she can appreciate them trying to spare her, to give her one more moment to live in a world where her mom is alive. But she’d heard the alarms and the nurses rushing into her room. She already knew long before her dad came back over and knelt in front of her and Carlos.

Hospitals were places for bad news.

Where people died and didn’t come home.

(And she knows it’s stupid, and that it’s just a childhood superstition, but a part of Julie had always thought the day her mom died was her due to her. That her mom her died on the one day they’d had to leave early because of a stupid dance rehearsal, and no one had been with her. And maybe, if they’d not left, her mom might still be alive.)

Julie really hated that she’d almost not walked into the building after she’d gotten the call. Because if she didn’t walk in, she didn’t have to see him. She didn’t have to hear what had happened and what they’d done to help and how they didn’t know if he’d wake up. If she didn’t walk inside Luke would be okay and she could go home and pretend he’d just been held up in traffic.

A kind nurse had led her to his room after a doctor had explained about the accident, about the car that had run a light and how there had been bleeding on his brain and fractures close to his heart and that ‘surgery went well, we’re hopeful’.

Alex had been pacing in the space nearest the window, back and forth, back and forth while Willie watched with his arms right across his chest, and Reggie had been sitting in the chair next to his bed, staring intently at the monitors beeping away.

Julie had walked in slowly, and she knows she’d looked at the other boys, knows that she must have said something because Reggie stood up and arms wrapped around her in a hug and she’d been ushered into the chair.

But all she really remembers is looking at Luke in the bed.

Too still, too pale, covered in bruises and bandages and wires.

That had been 2 days ago.

Julie hadn’t left the hospital, his bedside, since. Even though she’d insisted that the boys go home, rest, shower, and have a real meal. They’d tried to make her go too, but something in her eyes had made them stop. She doesn’t know what they saw. But that’s fine. They’d left her to it.

They say people in a coma can hear you, that’s what the nurses and doctors keep reminding them. That they should talk to him. But for the first time in the 10 years that she's known him, Julie doesn’t know what to say.

Alex talks about the shows he’s missed and who’s released a new album that day, keeps him up to date with the ever changing top 100. Reggies tells him that his guitar is fine (‘because we all know that’s going to be one of the first questions he asks’), and all about the fight he’d almost seen in the parking lot. They talk to him like they always do. Like he’ll respond.

Talking to Luke has always been one of her favourite things, one the easiest things. They’d just clicked from the moment they’d met, and there hadn’t been a day since where they’d not talked.

But now, as she sits in the chair next to his hospital, where he’s too still and too quiet, Julie doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t know what to do with all the thoughts and feelings at war within her.

So, she does what she’s always done, she tries to write about them. About her. About him. And if she says it out loud as she goes, well that counts, right?

“You know,” she starts, and has to clear her throat at her how croaky her voice sounds, not sure when she’d last spoken. Knowing it must have been a while. After taking a sip of the warm temperature water Julie tries again.

“Y’know I sometimes think I've loved you my whole life. Which I know is impossible because we didn’t meet until we were 16 but, I don’t know. It was like I’d just been waiting for you,” she trails off, fingers tight around the pen as she stares at the page of his notebook, “For Alex and Reggie too. But— but mostly you. I’d been waiting for you to barge into my life and demand I start living again. I kind of hated you a little for that at first, y’know? I was quite happy living in my musicless life. At least I pretended I was. You saw right through that.”

Julie shakes her head at the memory, at 16 year old Luke asking why she didn’t sing anymore, at him saying it was silly to live in the quite when her mom had clearly loved all the noise.

“I don’t think I believe in fate or anything, because if fate is real it means my mom had to die and I just— I don’t think that’s right. But I think we were always meant to meet, that we’re… tied together. And that our lives are supposed to be lived together. Silly, right?”

She smiles over at him, lips almost quirking up with humour, and she can almost imagine him opening his eyes and smiling back at her the same way. But he doesn’t. The monitors continue beeping and Luke continues sleeping.

The doctors start to look a little worried when they check his vital signs on day four, whispered exchanges with nurses and eyes darting to where the three of them hover around his bed. It’s Alex who breaks first, turning to glare at Luke’s still form and demanding he, “Wake up. Wake up right now Luke. You are not allowed to just die on us. Not like this damn it!”

There had been tears, threats and bargains. Luke had slept on and Alex had stormed out, Reggie following after him and Julie had stayed in the room. Where she’d been for four days.

“Alex is right,” she starts quietly as she reclaims her chair, “You can’t just die on us like this Luke. We’ve only done one album, you always said you wanted to go out in blaze of glory or after you’d had at least five number one albums. We’ve barely even started.” There’s no response, not even a slight hitch on the machines and Julie blows out a breath, slumping back in her chair.

She lets her eyes trace over his face, taking in the way his eyelashes brush against his skin, the way his cheekbones stand out, the yellow-purple bruise that’s finally starting to fade along his jawline. His hair was already getting a little long and had never been great at staying neat, and four days in a coma seems to have done nothing to help that fact. If she pretends there’s no tubes in his nose, wires across his chest, needles in his arms, Julie can almost imagine they’re back in the garage after falling asleep after working too long on a song.

“I heard you, that night,” Julie whispers, leaning forward to carefully slip her hand under his, like they’re holding hands and whispering secrets in the dark. “When we were on the bus, and I’d gotten scared because of the thunder and you stayed up watching Disney films with me. I heard you when she said you loved me, when you thought I was asleep.”

Her thumb runs over the back of his hand, tracing a parallel line to the needle going into his skin.

“I didn’t say anything because I was scared. I’ve loved you for so long, and knowing you loved me too it just— it scared me,” it’s a secret she's keeps locked inside for so long that a sudden weight feels like it’s lifted off her chest at saying it out loud, “You mean so much to me Luke that I— I got scared about what might happen if we acted on the feelings and it all went to hell. I wouldn’t know what to do without you.”

“But right now I’m more scared about maybe never getting to tell you. So I need you to wake up Luke, I need you to wake up for Alex and Reggie, and for yourself. But I need you to wake up so I can tell you I love you, okay?” She can’t look at him, doesn’t want to not see his eyes, always so bright and full of love, not looking at her. “So wake up, please.”

Julie almost doesn’t notice the change. Almost misses the way the monitor's beeping changes slightly, the way his fingers flex where they’re resting over hers.

“Luke?” Her eyes snap up to his face where his eyes are blinking open, gaze slightly hazy with pain but most definitely looking right at her, his lips turned up a little at the corners around the tube in his mouth. “Oh god. Hold on, just— let me get someone!”

It’s an hour later and many tests and questions later that Julie finally finds herself back in the chair by Luke’s bedside, and this time when she slips her hand into his, his fingers wrap automatically around hers.

“I love you,” he says, voice rough and there’s a slight wince on his brow but his lips are pulled into a wide smile and Julie can’t stop the laugh that bubbles past her lips.

“That’s what I was supposed to say! You can’t just beat me to it,” she shakes her head, and smiles at him, “I love you too.”

[aliasimagines]

One Hell of a Night // Luke Patterson

a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN Y'ALL, it officially passed midnight here.Are you guys going to celebrate Halloween at home? And if so are you going to dress up? Tell me all about it lovelies, I wanna hear it ❤️. prompt 18 nad 15 from this list🎃 this fic is chaotic, hope you enjoy😊

word count: 2692

warnings: a few (three i think?) curse words, and a..uhm a line of dirty talking (I'm sorry I'm not like this all the time I promise 😅) and scary stories

The dry, colorful autumn leaves creaked under hiking boots as you walked into the woods. A smile appeared on your face as you heard some noises. Only a few seconds later you spotted the source. The Sunset Curve. The boys worked on getting the campfire lit while joking and laughing loudly. You stopped by a tree and leaned against it. Alex just hit Reggie on the back for just sitting around and not helping with putting logs and dry leaves on the fireplace. Thanks to Alex, Reggie swallowed the huge marshmello he had in his mouth and started coughing. 

Bobby was trying to light his lighter again and again but it just didn't work. That's when Luke threw a pack of matches at him causing the rhythm guitarist to stumble back and fall into a pile of leaves. You started laughing quietly and walked up to them.

"That wasn't nice of you, babe." you said from behind Luke. He jumped, not noticing you creeping up on him.

"BAH! I almost got a heart attack, y/n!" he shouts pouting. You giggled and placed a small kiss on his cheek. 

"That's what you get for not waiting for me." you smirk. Luke looks down embarrassed and goes to scrape the back of his head. 

"Yeah…Sorry about that. I was too eager to set up the camp." he gestured at the two tents. Both were full of blankets and pillows. It looked super comfortable. You also spotted his acoustic guitar, and a whole bunch of food in you guys' tent. 

"You did a great job."you smiled before walking over to the other boys." Hi guys! What's up?"

"Y/N! Finally! Tell Alex to stop hitting me!" yelled Reggie. You shook your head laughing. 

“Stop being so childish than Reginald!”

“Boys, come on!! It is halloween, have some fun!” and with that you fished out a huge bag of candy from your backpack and threw it into Reggie’s hands. He looked up at you like you were some kind of miracle maker. 

“Is this..is this all candy?” the dark haired boy asked, still in awe. You laughed, nodding your head slightly. 

“Yeah. I don’t really want to think about how much money I spent on sweets.” 

Soon after everyone got to work (this time for real) and the fire was lit in no time. Just as it started to get darker. All five of you sat around the campfire. You sat next to Luke, opposed to  Reggie and Alex. Bobby sat beside them in a camping chair. Thanks to the warm californian weather you didn’t need jackets just yet, despite being the end of october.

"It's getting dark. I think we could get started on the ghost stories?" asked Bobby looking up at the sky then around the little clearing in the woods where your tents were set up. Reggie munched on some candy corns but immediately stopped upon hearing those words. 

"Ghost stories? Don't mind if I do." he sat his candies aside and prepared to tell a story that would send shivers down your spines. You leaned over to Luke, placing your head on his shoulder. He looked down at you with a smile before turning his attention back to the bassist. 

"One day, a little boy, while walking around the woods, found a big toe on the ground. He ran home with it and-" 

"-his mom cooked it in the soup which revolted in the toe's owner haunting them." you suddenly cut Reggie off. He gasps, offended. 

"What? I knew the story. Was I supposed to just sit around?" you ask, earning a soft laugh from Luke. Reggie huffed and gestured at you. 

"Alright then, take it away y/n. See if you can do better."

"Not to be that person but she definitely can. You only said like two sentences." Alex jumped in, not wanting to miss an opportunity to roast his friend. 

"Because she cut me off!!" 

The woods, once again erupted with the boys' laughter as you stared into the fire, waiting for them to quiet down so you can start your story. 

"I was only a small kid when this happened, around five,maybe six, but I still remember it like it was yesterday. My mother was out of town for the weekend because of her work, so naturally, it was my father who read me a bedtime story in the evening. Everything was great, he was reading from my favorite book but right before he could finish the chapter we heard a quiet tapping noise from downstairs. My father looked puzzled and put his finger against his lips, signaling me to stay quiet so he could listen. The tapping didn't stop, it got louder before turning into banging and a final loud crash which sounded like the front door flying open. I looked at my father, scared to death, not knowing what to do." you kept your voice low, your face straight and never removed your eyes from the fire."He grabbed me and quickly ran with me to the small bathroom that was connected to my room. He instructed me to lock my door and only open it when he says so. I don't know what happened after that, but heard my father going down and some muffled noises before hearing him climb back up the stairs. I remember his voice. It was just so nice and comforting. He said it was a false alarm and I could come out. I reached for the doorknob but then he leaned down and looked inside through the keyhole. My little hands stopped midair. I kept staring at his eyes. He repeated that it was safe to come out and that everything was fine. But I did not believe him. Because that wasn't my father. He sounded exactly like him, but his eyes… They were a different color. Not my father's welcoming eye color. So I just stood there. For minutes. Maybe hours. He wouldn't stop talking, reassuring me but I still didn't unlock the door."

Reggie leaned forward with a worried and scared expression.  

"What happened next?" 

You lifted your gaze, slowly to look at the spooked boy. 

"He started tapping. It sounded just like it did on the front door. And it wasn't long before he started banging his hand against the wood." 

"Oh my god.." Reggie whispers. 

"He is hitting harder and harder until finally the door breaks and flies open. And the creature, no longer looking or sounding like my father, rather like a tall bloodied figure with sharp teeth, jumps at me, opening his huge mouth and SWALLOWS ME WHOLE." you shout the last part causing Reggie to scream and the others to jump just a little. 

"Fuuckk, i think I peed myself!" exclaims Reggie. You only laugh, seeing all the boys being a bit paler. 

"So who's next?" 

"I'll go." Luke said beside you and you shifted away from him, knowing that he will need the space to gesture along his story. You watched as he started to speak. His expression changes with every sentence as he introduces his characters. His frown as he talks about a creepy night in the woods. Your eyes wander down to his lips, too busy just staring at them to actually listen to the words that make them move. You distantly hear various curse words from the guys as your boyfriend goes deeper into detail with his horrifying story. With eyes still glued to Luke, you smile slightly. 

"../n...y/n...Y/N!" you hear making you jump and almost falling backwards on the log you have been sitting on. You see all the guys staring at you. 

"How are you not scared? Did you not hear Luke's story?" Reggie asks, earning a knowing laugh from Alex. 

"No, she did not. She was too busy staring at his lips." as your friend's words hit your ears you feel your face heating up. 

"Dude..,alright I might have zoomed out. A bit but I am here now. Where were you, babe?" 

Luke looks at you, amused. 

"I finished like 3 minutes ago. You 'zoomed out' for legit 20 minutes." 

Looking up at the sky, you realized they were right because it got pitch black since you last looked up. Your lips curved into an 'o' shape before mumbling a sorry.. 

“We should put more wood on the fire. It's starting to weaken.” says Reggie. Bobby points into the dark woods.

“Suit yourself, man.” 

“What? I am not going alone. Someone come with me.” he whines. Alex visibly changes his posture and sits into a more comfortable position.Luke puts his muscular arm around your shoulder grinning.

“You’re on your own, man.”

“No! Please??”

You bite back a laugh and carefully remove Luke’s arm from you. 

“Alright, I’ll go with you.” 

“Thank you!You are amazing!” 

You grab the basket ,that’s been laying on the ground, for the twigs. You also reach into your bag for your flashlight. 

“Ok, I’m ready to go.” you step towards Reggie but Luke grabs your hand and places a small kiss on it. 

“Be careful, love.”

“Always.”

The two of you start walking towards the woods.

“Try not to pee yourselfs guys!” Alex calls after you in a sing-song voice.

“Ha ha, very funny Alex.”

To be honest you were a little spooked but didn’t show it.Not like Reggie who was literally shaking beside you and jumped up at every little noise he heard as you got further into the woods. You picked up a few sticks and bigger twigs, slowly filling the basket with them. Or rather, you tried but when Reggie stoped right in front of you you accidentally dropped it spilling the stuff everywhere.

“Dude! I am trying to help you here!”

“Shhhhh! Didn’t you hear that?” he whispers, voice panicked. 

“Come on, Reg. This isn’t going to work on me.”

He turns to look at you.

“No, y/n! I am serious! I heard a whisper! I’m sure of it!”

You roll your eyes, not believing your friend.

“You gotta be more convincing next time. I dont scare that easily..AH” just as you assured Reginald how it takes more for you to get spooked, someone, or something grabbed you from behind and started to pull you while shouting ‘WAA’. The flashlight landed on the ground too as you let out a bloodcurdling scream. You kicked your attacker(s?) wherever you could. 

“Ahh! WHoo, stop, it’s just us.” you suddenly hear your boyfriend's voice and feel the arms around you letting go. You turned around your fear vanishing and turning into anger.

Reggie behind you falls on the ground,clutching his chest while he tries not to cry.

“ARE YOU GUYS INSANE?!” you shout at Luke and Booby. Alex is nowhere to be seen, he probably stayed next the fire to keep an eye on your stuff. Luke's eyes immediately  widen upon hearing you raise your voice.

“I..I am sorry we thought-”

“What?! Lucas Patterson I am, so, so mad at you right now” you say shaking. You hear Bobby giggle quietly. You snap your head in his direction. “And don't even get me started on you Bobby...Bobby..uhm” you stop to think about his surname, only to realise you don’t know it. For a moment you let go of your anger. “What is your surname?”

He only scoffs and smiles. Alex must have heard the shouting and come to investigate with a flashlight in one hand and a drumstick (as a weapon?) in his other.He soon puts them down tho as he sees that you are all in one piece. Luke looks at Bobby with a puzzled expression.

“That is actually creepy, cause I don’t know it either.”

“What?! How? He has been in a band for, what? A year and a half? And you never actually asked his last name?” you ask, more interested in the mystery of Bobby’s name than shouting at them now. Luke shrugs.

“Do you even have a last name?” you hear Reggie asking from the ground. You all turn to him with questioning looks.

“Everyone has a last name Reginald.” says Alex.

“Not celtic gods, no.” he responds.

“What?” Luke exclaims clearny not understanding the bassist.

“Bobby is not a god.” says the drummer annoyed. “ He is a normal teenager like us.”

“Is he tho?”

Meanwhile Bobby leans back against a tree and stares at Reggie.

“You are creeping me out...Please stop creeping me out oh majestic god of...what are you the god of?”

Booby just smiles mysteriously. 

“Oh for f…’s sake.Y/N back me up here, there are no gods and even if there were, Bobby is not one of them.”

“Thanks Alex but I am not offending a celtic god.”

“What is wrong with you guys?!”

Luke doesn’t know who to look at in this chaos. Soon he decides to pick up the twigs and collect more while you, Reggie and Alex argue whether Bobby is a god or not. Bobby bends down too, to help the lead singer.

“You do know my name is actually Wilson, right?” 

“Yeah. Of course I do, I think Reggie does too, he just forgot.” the two boys laugh. 

You all walk back to the camp and Booby, upon seeing Reggie still looking at him suspiciously walks over to him.

“I am not an ancient god, you know.”

“That is exactly what I would say too.”

Not hearing Reggie’s nonsense reminds you of what Luke did so when you feel him wrapping his arms around you, you push him away.

“I sorry, bae. I was an asshole. I shouldn’t have. Please look at me?” he stands before you so there is no way you can avoid him.

“Don’t do this again.” you said with a firm tone. You can't help but smile, seeing Luke’s shit eating grin. He opens his arms once again but waits for you to hug him first. You do, and for minutes you just stand there in his embrace. The silence was broken by the familiar sound of the acoustic guitar which was followed by Reggie’s voice as he started to play some country song. 

“Dude, no, put down my guitar.”Luke ran off to get his instrument or to, at least convince him to play ‘normal’ music. You laugh and walk over to Alex and Bobby.

“Hey, y/n, I am sorry about scaring you.”

You wave your hand. 

“It’s fine. However don’t be surprised when I get back at you.” you say before sitting down next to Reggie and giving him a hug because let’s be honest he was pretty traumatised in the woods too.

“Woo,hey! Why does he get a hug?” Luke asks, upset he couldn’t change Reggies mind about playing country songs. And from the fact that his girlfriend was hugging him.

“Maybe because you decided that it was a funny idea to scare the living shit out of him and I.”

“Stop guilt tripping me.” he pulls you up and away from the fire, closer to the tents. ”I said I am sorry. And you are right, I shouldn’t  have scared you. Besides…” he leaned closer to your ear “I know more fun ways to make you scream.”

You gasp upon hearing his words and right when you are about to react Alex walks by casually. 

“No, no. With the tents it’s like we are sleeping next to each other. If you guys try anything I will murder you myself.”

Both of you look after him, blushing before breaking into laughter.

Luke’s watch showed 3:58 when you all agreed to call it a night.You put out the fire with the help of Bobby while Luke went to pack away the trash you all left out.

Reggie yawned and looked up at Alex.

“I am still pretty scared...Can I cuddle you Alex?”

He looks at him like he heard it wrong.

“Absolutely not.”

“What about you Bobby?”

“No way, Reg.”

Despite them saying this, all three of them woke up hugging each other in the morning.

[beautiful-and-terrible]

dazed ‘n’ confused (part 4)

A/N: just a quick chapter for you guys before i have to put this story on the back burner :( i have an annual essay coming up in school that i gotta focus on. anyway, hope you like the gangs drunk shennanigans

Ship: Rodrick Heffley / OFC

Warnings: underage drinking / drug use, inebriated driving (DONT DRIVE DRUNK KIDS THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY DONT BE STUPID :) )

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“If we get caught, my mom’ll kill me,” Rodrick groaned.

“Let’s bounce,” Nicole said, untangling herself from him and grabbing his hand as they ran further into the back yard, looking for an escape route.

“I’ll boost you,” Rodrick said, gesturing to the fence. Nicole nodded, not thinking of a better plan, and wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. She stepped into the make-shift step Rodrick made with his palms, and as she swung a leg over the fence, he pushed her the rest of the way. It wasn’t the most graceful execution, and she ended up landing on her ass with a grunt of pain.

Rodrick also clumsily made his way over the fence - both of them being drunk and high didn’t help their coordination much. “Sorry, are you good?” Rodrick said, clutching his shin, and Nicole waved him off.

“It’s fine, let's just get to the van.”

“Oh, fuck, the van!” Rodrick hissed, “The pigs are totally gonna know it’s mine.” With a big fucking stupid band name written on the side, Nicole reckoned he was right - it was pretty easy to identify, even without the plates.

“I can drive, don’t worry,” Nicole said, already starting toward the white van, creeping between other cars on the street.

“Nikky, you’re as trashed as I am, no way am I letting you drive.”

“Trust me, hot Rod,” Nicole said, slipping her hand into his front pocket and pulling out his keys before he could even blink. As they approached his van, Chris and Ben appeared in the shadows next to them, whispering excitedly as they spotted them.

“As soon as we saw the lights we bolted,” Ben snickered, but Chris looked concerned.

“Yo, I hope Caitlin doesn’t get arrested. There was a lotta booze in there,” he muttered, and Ben smacked his arm.

“You whipped, dude?”

Chris scoffed, “No, I would just feel bad for anyone in that sitch.”

“I agree,” Nicole said, feeling guilty that she couldn’t help Caitlin get out of trouble.

“C’mon, let’s fucking go,” Rodrick said, and all at once the four of them dashed to the van. Nicole jumped in the driver's seat, shoving the key in the ignition with some fumbling, and peeling out from their parking spot across the street from Caitlin’s house with enough force to make even Rodrick proud.

“We’ll make a NASCAR driver out of you yet, Nikky,” Rodrick laughed, whooping as he leaned his head out the window like a dog, the night air tangling through his hair. Ben scrambled up to the front seat from the back of the van, fiddling with the radio before he settled on a station playing “Where Is My Mind” by Pixies. Nicole turned up the volume to its top capacity, concentrating on the road lines in front of her. The adrenaline of avoiding the cops had sobered her up a little, but she was still feeling paranoid from the weed and drowsy from the beer. She drove as slowly as she dared so as not to seem suspicious. 

“Thanks for being our getaway driver, Nicole,” Chris said, his words slurring a little more than she had noticed previously. She looked back and saw him chugging a beer in the back.

“Dude, don’t fucking drink while I’m driving! We’re already in deep shit as it is,” Nicole said, turning on to the main street of downtown Plainview. Just a few more turns and they’d be home.

“You’re deep in something, alright,” Ben cackled, and he and Chris high-fived.

“Yeah, six inches deep in your mom,” Nicole shot back, and Rodrick let out an “ooooooo”, pointing at Ben, “Gotcha, bitch.”

Eventually, by some miracle, they made it to Nicole’s street. She hit the curb as she pulled up in front of her and Rodrick’s house, causing all three boys to shriek in unison. Nicole dissolved into giggles, both in relief of finally being out of danger and in reaction to the boys high-pitched screams of indignation.

“She’s an antique, Nikky!” Rodrick said, jumping out of the van to stumble to the front and assess the damage.

“Oh, I’m fine, by the way,” Nicole snarked, and Rodrick suddenly looked at her intensely, giving her a slightly blurry-eyed up-and-down look. 

“Fine as hell,” he muttered, loud enough for her to hear, and she blushed, biting her lip to keep from smiling too widely.

“Rodrick, can we crash at your place,” Ben asked, Chris making puppy dog eyes at him.

“Me too - I don’t wanna wake my parents up. Our front door is creaky as shit,” Nicole said.

Rodrick sighed loudly, as if he were being asked to do something terribly inconvenient. 

“Yeah, fine. Y’all want mac and cheese?”

The four of them, all drunk and high as kites, looked at each other and nodded in perfect synchronicity. 

As quietly as they could for four fucked up teenagers, they snuck their way into Rodricks kitchen. He pulled out a four pack of Kraft Mac and Cheese microwave cups from the pantry, filling them all with way too much water and sticking all four of them, at the same time, in the microwave.

“Dude, can I eat this beef jerky?” Chris asked, rummaging through the pantry.

“They’re my dads,” Rodrick said, as if that offered an explanation. “If you wanna explain to him why they’re gone, knock yourself out.”

Chris slowly put the bag back, looking put out.

Nicole stood next to Ben, both of them leaning on the kitchen counter. Nicole looked over at him, and he looked back, giving her a little smile. He wasn’t bad looking, but where as Rodrick was endearing because he tried to seem cool and really wasn’t, Ben had an effortless coolness about him.

“Thanks for coming with us tonight, Ben,” Nicole said. The alcohol must be making her feel emotional. After all, they had only just met today.

“Aww, Nikky, of course! I never pass up an opportunity for debauchery,” Ben said, giving her shoulder a squeeze. He pronounced debauchery like “de-booch-ery”, but Nicole was too drunk to catch the mistake. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rodrick glaring at Ben. Dumbass, he has no reason to be jealous, Nicole thought to herself, and gave him a little reassuring wave by wiggling her fingers in his direction.

“Yo, be careful on this mac, its fucking hot,” Rodrick said, pulling the cups out of the microwave. They still had water in them, and the cheese powder wasn’t fully mixed in, but in the moment it was the most delicious thing Nicole had ever tasted.

“Should we watch a movie?” Ben suggested, and Chris bounced on his toes excitedly.

“Killer Clowns from Space!! Pleeeaaaase! You’ve been promising me for weeks now that we’d watch it.”

Ben sighed, Rodrick rolled his eyes, but Nicole had no opinion on the subject, so she made the executive decision to say, “I’m down.”

Ben and Rodrick both groaned, and Chris gave her a fist bump from across the kitchen island.

“Nikky has taste, sorry guys,” Chris said, looking very smug as he slurped his luke-warm mac and cheese.

They all somehow stumbled up to Rodrick’s room - Nicole belatedly realized she had been dreaming about being in his room for weeks, and now that she was here took the time to really appreciate what was in front of her.

A person’s room can tell you everything you need to know about them. For one, Rodrick was messy, but no more messy than any other average teenage boy. Clothes on the floor and the back of his desk chair, thrown haphazardly over a bean-bag in the corner of the room. There were christmas lights strung from the ceiling, both white and rainbow, that gave the room a cozy vibe that Nicole would’ve never expected from Rodrick.

His walls were mostly covered in band posters, and above his desk there was a cork board littered with tickets of concerts he had been to. Nicole almost seethed with jealousy at the sheer amount and quality of concerts he had been to - Leftover Crack, Pleasure Venom, Less than Jake, and one of Nicole’s personal favorites, Mannequin Pussy.

“You like Mannequin Pussy?” Nicole said, whipping her head around to look at Rodrick. 

“That's not the only kind of pussy he likes,” Ben hollered, causing Chris to smack him upside the head.

“There's a lady present, dumbass,” Chris said, and Ben raised his hands in surrender.

“I think you mean that’s the only kind of pussy he gets,” Nicole said, throwing a teasing wink toward Rodrick, who blushed bright red.

“Yeah, they’re good. Romantic is my favorite album,” Rodrick said, scratching the back of his neck self consciously. Ben and Chris started making kissing noises in his direction, and Rodrick threw a pillow at them.

As Chris and Ben fought over who would set up the projector, Nicole let her snooping instincts take over, looking at the other miscellaneous things Rodrick had around his room - empty liquor bottles filled with more lights, a surprising amount of books (mostly graphic novels), a lava lamp filled with miniature rubber ducks, and mushroom paraphernalia. Everywhere. His pillowcases, the tapestry above his bed, and the stickers on his water bottle all had holographic or brightly colored mushrooms on them. She was so absorbed in her investigation she didn’t even notice Rodrick next to her until he spoke.

“Committing it to memory? You might never be in here again,” Rodrick said with a small smirk. Nicole gave him a look out of the corner of her eye.

“I wouldn’t count on it, babe,” Nicole said boldly. She felt the warmth of Rodrick’s hand on her hip, and looked up at him. And his lips. She wanted to kiss him again so badly it was like a drug, her body telling her to get her next fix as quickly and as often as possible. Being in his space, the place he let himself be his most authentic self, was very intimate, even with Chris and Ben still arguing in the corner.

Rodrick looked away shyly, squeezing her hip once before turning back to the boys. Chris had evidently lost the rock-paper-scissors match to set up the movie on the projector, and was adjusting the screen on the far wall of Rodrick’s room, trying to find a website to pirate the movie from.

“If we’re gonna watch this shit let’s do it,” he said, settling himself in the beat up reclining chair he had, arms above his head. He should be illegal, Nicole thought to herself, making herself comfortable on the bed.

Which ended up being a mistake, because 20 minutes into the movie, Nicole was asleep. She felt a blanket being gently placed over her before she was dead to the world.

[dogofclinic17]

Comfort

Ralvez one shot, tw ptss mention, fireworks, fourth of july, anxiety (ps i dont have ptss so im sorry if I’m not good at writing this part of Luke)

This time of year was always hard for Luke, ever since he left the rangers fireworks would always make him anxious, he hated how loud they were, and to make matters worse Roxy was just as scared of them, she would always hide under the bed.

Luke looked over at the clock on the counter. 8:00 the fireworks would be starting soon. With a sigh he sat down on the couch Roxy whined and sat between his legs, her head on his knee. “I know girl, its okay.” Luke thought over the people he could call, reminding himself that he had the bau team now, he wasn’t alone. He remembered that the girls were all going out to drink, Rossi was going to be with his family and Matt would be doing the same. That left..Spencer. Spencer was probably doing something interesting or already out, but after thinking about it more he realized the fireworks probably bothered him just as much..should he call the younger? No, if the fireworks did bother Spencer as well the genius probably had a plan to deal with them, he didn’t want to interrupt that. When the first loud firework went off Roxy went running, skidding into the bedroom and hiding under the bed. Luke sighed and soon followed he grabbed some headphones and laid down on his bed, but they weren’t the noise canceling ones like he had gotten for Spencer a few weeks ago. As they got louder Luke began to sweat, his heart beat faster in his chest and he felt sick. An hour passed and his condition only got worse, it was way darker now so the fireworks lit up the sky even better, loud music blasted from neighboring buildings, he was about to head to the bathroom to try and calm himself with a warm bath when he heard a rather rapid knocking at the door.

Spencer had been struggling himself, usually he would’ve gone to Morgan’s and they would’ve watched a movie, but he had a family now, and while he did get an invitation to the party, he knew he couldn’t go, it would only stress him out more. He also knew the girls were going out for the night so he couldn’t bother them, Even though Hotch wasn’t still in witsec, he deserved time with Jack. Matt and Rossi were with their families, the only person he was unsure of was Luke. Luke had always been kind to him, protecting him against unwanted glances when people would try and stare at him while he stimmed, Garcia was convinced Luke had a crush on him but Spencer wasn’t so sure. Though, he did seem to give a lot of unprompted gifts, not that he was complaining, they all helped a lot. His favorite was a weighted blanket, that he admittedly hasn’t washed since he got it..since it still smelled like Luke from the time they shared it on the jet. It was 10 pm now and the fireworks weren’t coming to an end anytime soon, he had tried to cure his anxiety by hiding himself under the weight blanket but it only made him all hot and sweaty. After a long moment of contemplation he decided to give Luke a visit. ((Of course taking a shower first.)) Once he was all clean and dressed he packed up his headphones, a few stim toys, a book or two and of course his weighted blanket. If Luke wasn’t home he could drive out somewhere far away and not have to worry about the noises. But, to Spencer’s surprise the door opened, and Luke looked just about as disheveled as Spencer had before he took a shower, they both stared at each other with a silent understanding. “I-I um, I was thinking of driving out to the country side..you wanna come?” Spencer asked hesitantly.

When Luke saw who was at his door he breathed a sigh of relief and opened it, immediately understanding what the younger was going through. Though before he could say anything Spencer offered him an idea, they both desperately needed. “Yeah- yeah definitely just let me get Roxy.” Luke gave a stiff nod. It took a bit of convincing with a treat but Luke got Roxy to come out, he wrapped his arms around her and carried her down to his car, since it was more fit for a dog. Spencer got into the passenger’s seat and looked over at Luke, he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words, so after a little bit of thinking he laid his head in Lukes lap, hoping the weight would calm him. Luke was a bit surprised by the gesture, but it warmed his heart nonetheless, he always wanted an excuse to play with Spencer’s hair and now he had one. God, Spencer’s hair was even softer than Luke thought possible, it greatly calmed him as they drove, enough though his free hand was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

It took them about forty five minutes to reach a nice quiet open field, neither of them had spoken throughout the drive, instead focusing on their own anxieties and trying not to freak out on the other. When Luke parked Spencer sat up and reached into his bag. Luke watched him curiously then understood when Spencer pulled out a blanket and some stim toys. “Do you want to sit ontop of the car?” Spencer asked and Luke nodded with a smile, the two got out and with a little boost from Luke Spencer got up and spread the blanket out. “Do..you want to talk about it?” Spencer asked hesitantly though he figured it was from the rangers, so he wasn’t surprised when Luke shook his head, however what did surprise him was how Luke pulled him closer, wrapping his strong protective arms around Spencer’s frame. “Is this okay?” Luke asked in that quiet husky voice that made Spencer want to squirm. “Y-Yeah!” His voice cracked. Of course it did. However Luke didn’t comment on it, he didn’t even tease him, that made Spencer feel considerably safer. “Did you know about 1.5 billion is spent on fireworks each year?” Spencer looked up at Luke who was staring at the empty sky, obviously happy to get away from them. “That’s interesting Genio.” Luke looked down at him and their eyes met. Spencer suddenly felt very unsure of himself, but he wanted to test the waters. “Do you know how many germs are passed with handshakes? Its actually safer to ki-“ Luke stopped him, getting incredibly close to his face. “Let’s test that out then Genio,” he leaned in and connected their lips, smiling when he felt Spencer melt in his touch. Now, they both had a new fourth of July tradition.