#lucas lee fanfiction

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hey, girl! I noticed that your Lucas Lee list is empty (a crime if u ask me). So I wanted to fill that space with an idea for you! I would like to ask for Lucas Lee headcanons on him dating a reader who is a literal ray of sunshine? Legit it is the Sunshine x Sunshine Protector trope - I would love to see what you come up with. Thank you and Happy Writing! P.S. Make it fluffy, perhaps a sprinkle of angst pls?

hi! thank you so much for requesting someone I haven't written yet, I hope you like what I've written!

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips (deactivated)

No one had expected the two of you together. Lucas was a jerk, always hitting on every girl and never committing to just one. But when he met you, it’s like you brightened up his life, shone light on the darkest parts of him. 

You’d happily watch his movies while he was away filming, but most of the time Lucas would drag you along so he didn’t have to go forever without you. He’d show you off on the red carpet, covering you with love bites, ignoring you playfully swatting him away, your smile brightening up the whole place. 

He’d grow jealous a lot. You are gorgeous, of course you could get any guy you wanted. But no matter what, he’d protect you from all of his jealous fans and the creeps out there. Glaring at everyone, even if they came to see him. 

Sometimes you’d get on your tippy toes, resting your hand on his chest and whispering in his ear. “Let yourself be loved, you grumpy little shit.” Which would cause him to laugh because you are so small and cute, that words like those didn’t suit leaving your precious lips.

He fell harder when he found out you baked, you came into the set one day with containers full of brownies, biscuits, cakes and cupcakes. He felt his heart beat faster when he saw you drew his face on top. Making them just for him. 

You were a literal Disney Princess and he was the beast. But to you, he was your prince.

Lucas came home, finding a small box wrapped for him. Inside sat a bracelet that read ‘Daddy’, you would come running in, showing him the one on your wrist that read ‘Princess’.

Lucas would spoil you with many things, stuffies, cute skirts and dresses, make up, anything you liked. He’d even surprise you with picked flowers because you preferred them over the bought ones.

There were days where it wouldn’t be as bright, sometimes you felt like he’d leave you, seeing all the women he hang around or that hang around him. You’d watch as they’d flirt and he wouldn’t push them away, but he’d make it up to you, pulling you close right in front of them and kissing you, grabbing your arse in his hands and squeezing. You’d pull away all flushed, staring up at him as he’d smirk down at you.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[drewsephrry]

babygirl

[kinascum]

UNDER YOUR SKIN ᯓ★

stalker!Lee x noneater!reader

wc: 1.08k | summary: When does desire become destruction, and how far will you go to feel alive? | nav ♡ taglist

18+ MDNI. DEAD DOVE. blood/gore. sexual themes. violence. obsession/manipulation. dark themes. cannibalistic metaphor. stalking. infliction of pain. blood drinking.

review* > "[this fic]...made my skin crawl in the best way possible"

You're standing in the rain, the droplets clinging to your eyelashes and making the world blurry. You can't feel the cold, not really, because every inch of your skin is alight with the memory of his touch. You remember the way his fingers traced your spine, the gentle pressure of his mouth against your neck, the warmth of his breath in your ear. Your heart races just thinking about it, your chest tightening, your breath hitching. It's been days since he last held you, but it feels like an eternity.

You know he's watching you from the shadows, his eyes burning with a hunger that's both terrifying and exhilarating. You've seen that look before, in the moments when he thinks you're not looking, when he thinks you can't see the yearning that consumes him. You know what he wants, what he craves. And even though it should repulse you, you find yourself leaning into the darkness, craving the taste of him, the feel of his teeth on your skin. You want to be consumed by him, to become a part of the very essence that makes him who he is.

The rain starts to come down harder, soaking your clothes, making them stick to your body. You shiver, but it's not from the cold. It's from the anticipation, the tension that coils in your stomach like a living thing. You're acutely aware of every inch of your body, every nerve ending singing with the promise of pain and pleasure. You want to call out to him, to tell him to come to you, but you don't. You don't need to. He's already moving, a silent predator in the night, drawn to the scent of your desire.

You feel his presence before you see him, a warmth that pierces through the chill. He's so close now, so close that you can almost feel his breath on your skin. You can smell the coppery scent of his craving, mingling with the musk of his arousal. It's intoxicating, a potent mix that sends your senses reeling. You don't dare to turn around, not yet. You know that when you do, there will be no going back. But you want this, you want him, in a way that defies logic, that defies everything you've ever known. You want to be devoured by him, to be a part of his twisted, beautiful obsession. And when he finally does touch you, when his hands slide around your waist and pull you against him, you know you're lost.

Lee's eyes are a fiery ember in the gloom, boring into yours with a ferocity that steals your breath away. He whispers your name, the sound a dark caress that sends shivers down your spine. His grip tightens, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh of your neck. You gasp, the sound lost in the patter of the rain. You know he's fighting it, fighting the urge to sink his teeth in and claim you in the most primal way possible. But the battle is a silent one, a war raging just beneath the surface of his self-control. You can feel it in the tremor of his body, the way he's holding himself back. And you want to scream at him to let go, to give in to what he truly wants.

Your heart is racing now, a wild stallion in your chest, galloping towards the precipice of something you can't quite name. It's a feeling that's equal parts terror and ecstasy, a cocktail of emotions that's intoxicating and overwhelming. You lean back into him, arching your neck, silently begging for more. His breath hitches, and you know you've won. The hunger in his eyes is unmistakable now, the beast inside him straining at its leash. But instead of fear, you feel a strange thrill, a pulse of desire that matches the tempo of the rain.

His hand moves up to cradle your jaw, tilting your face towards his. His thumb traces the line of your bottom lip, and you can't help but part them slightly, inviting him in. His eyes flicker down to your mouth, and for a moment, you think he's going to kiss you. But instead, he leans in, his nose brushing against your skin as he inhales deeply. The scent of your blood fills his nostrils, and you can see the struggle in his eyes. He's torn between his love for you and his insatiable hunger. It's a battle that you want to end, a war you want to win. So you take the plunge, tilting your head to the side and exposing the delicate column of your throat. The invitation is clear, and Lee's eyes darken with a need that's so raw it's almost painful to witness.

Slowly, oh so slowly, his mouth descends, his teeth scraping lightly against your skin. You hold your breath, your eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the moment when he gives in. And when it comes, it's like a dam bursting, a flood of sensation that drowns out the world around you. His teeth sink into your flesh, and you cry out, the pain a white-hot spark that ignites the kindling of your desire. You feel his tongue swirl around the wound, lapping at the crimson liquid that wells up. And as your blood mixes with his saliva, a strange warmth spreads through you, a sense of belonging that's more profound than anything you've ever experienced. You're no longer just two separate beings; you're one, connected by a bond that's deeper than mere flesh and blood.

The rain continues to fall, a cacophony of whispers around you, as Lee drinks from you, each pull sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body. You feel lightheaded, your knees threatening to buckle, but his arms are there, supporting you, keeping you upright. This isn't just passion; it's obsession made manifest. And as the storm rages on, you know that you're ready to be consumed by it, to be devoured by the man who has become your everything. The metaphorical cannibalism is no longer a fantasy but a reality, a shared moment of depravity that somehow feels right. Your body responds in ways you never thought possible, every nerve alight with the intensity of his hunger. And as the rain washes away the evidence of your transgression, you know that nothing will ever be the same again. The line between love and obsession has blurred, and you've crossed it willingly, eagerly, into the abyss of his dark desires.

[devilbrew-69]

Lucas Lee x Male Reader - A lustful Massage

Words- 792

Tag- Smut, gay erotica , yaoi/Bara, gay fiction, blowjob, oil massage

Being the personal assistant of Hollywood's biggest heartthrob meant that you were seriously busy most days of the week. You had to schedule meetings, get his morning coffee, talk to directors, and a whole bunch of other chores that would drive the average man insane. You didn't mind it though. Being so close to Lucas was a dream come true. 

You got to touch all of his dirty laundry that he made you clean even though it's not technically in your job description.  A steadily growing collection of his smelly socks and underwear are hidden in your room. Lucas has an entire walk-in closet stuffed with designer clothes so it's not like he'll notice. There's tons of people who would kill to own Lucas' sweaty clothes and you get to have them for free.

You also get to live in an upscale mansion with him so you can wait on him hand and foot at any moment. This included giving him naked oil massages every week. What more could you ask for?

" Mhmm you have awesome technique, (Y/N). You really know how to loosen my muscles." Lucas said as you rubbed lemongrass oil onto his perfect skin. He was laying on his stomach which gave you a perfect view of his broad shoulders, muscular back, and ginormous ass. Lucas was a living model of the perfect man.

You slathered the lemongrass oil across his wide back before smoothing out the tension in his shoulders. You kneaded the muscles gently yet firmly, making sure you gave your lover the treatment he deserved. His gruff moans entered your ears and made you feel a burning heat between your legs.

" That really hits the spot, bro. What's the agenda for today? You know I like keeping myself busy."

You cleared your throat and began to speak. " You're scheduled for a 40 minute skate session in the skate park followed by an autograph signing at a local cafe. You'll probably end up taking off your shirt and flexing your muscles like you usually do. Then have a meet and greet with several other actors who want you on their podcast. You'll then go to a sauna, watch a baseball game, go star in a sports-wear commercial...."

You read out a long list of activities that never seemed to end. It was no secret that Lucas needed constant mental stimulation to keep himself from getting bored. He was the type of man that only knew how to live in the fast lane.

" Mhmm sounds like a perfect schedule. Add in a trip to the gym and a tan salon in there. Gotta look my best for the camera." Lucas said.

You glided your hands lower on Lucas' body. He flipped over so that you could tend to the front of his body. Your took your time fondling his huge pecs, squeezing them tightly and even nibbling on the nipples. Lucas snickered and caressed your chubby cheeks. It was love at first ever since you were hired as his assistant. You were an attractive and friendly worker with beautiful dark brown skin. Lucas couldn't have asked for a better assistant.

Once the pecs were done, Lucas already knew what was coming next. You gripped his long girthy cock and began to gently stroke the shaft. Your fingers rubbed and caressed every inch of skin they could. Lucas laughed  and casually rested his hands underneath his head.

You fondled his balls while jerking him off at a quicker pace. Loud squelching noises circulated in the air, bringing pleasure to your ears. You gently tapped the cock on your salivating tongue before making the entire length disappear like a magic trick. Your head bobbed violently, sending saliva flying in every direction. If it was for the hottest guy in Hollywood, you'd gladly become a throat goat.

Soft moans escaped from Lucas' lips. He patted you on the head while calling you cute pet names while you sucked his soul from his dick. You were surprised you could manage to fit that monstrosity of dick in your mouth. Maybe that's the power of love. Your tongue coiled around the length while you fondled his balls and puckered your lips at the end of the shaft. Streams of saliva heavily poured from your mouth. The two of you locked eyes in an intimate encounter. Lucas eventually orgasmed all over your face like he usually did. He thought that your were the cutest with his semen covering your face.

Lucas took out his phone he kept on the counter and snapped your photo and added it to the ever growing collection. " You gonna have to rearrange my schedule, babe. You gotta make sure we get enough personal time~❤️"

[happy74827]

Lucas Lee x reader fluff✨️ I'm sad there isn't a lot of fanfics of this himbo..

Tough Guy

[Lucas Lee x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: When Lucas Lee confronts you and a friend on set, things take a turn for the worst.

WC: 1894

Category: Fluff, Protective!Lucas

Honestly, I’m sad there’s not a lot of fanfics with any of the exes. Gideon seems to be the most popular out of the bunch, but even then he’s still low and the other 6 deserve a lot more hype.

But, anyway, this anon was so real for requesting Lucas because I absolutely adore him (the series did him SO RIGHT). So, hopefully, I did him right here too :)

『••✎••』

“Hey, Bucko!”

You turned around at the sound of that voice. It was loud and obnoxious, as usual, but you could never help but grin when you heard it.

That was, after all, the voice of Lucas Lee.

Lucas Lee was your current colleague on set. He was in the big leagues, an A-lister, a celebrity. The two of you had only just met a few weeks ago, and since then, you had both taken quite a shine to one another.

It wasn't surprising to you. You have always had a way with people, especially famous ones. Maybe it was your personality. Or maybe you were just so used to them by now that nothing fazed you anymore. You were currently on set for a new movie, and you had already worked on two other movies and one TV series with big names before this.

But Lucas Lee? Oh, he was different.

Maybe it was because you were the same age. Maybe it was the fact that he had such an easygoing personality.

Maybe it was how hot he was.

Yeah, he was totally hot. You didn't like to admit that. It was embarrassing and cliché and unprofessional and-

No, who were you kidding? You totally thought Lucas Lee was hot.

It was hard not to, really. The way he smiled, the way he talked, the way his eyes seemed to be laughing even when his mouth was. Not to mention, the boy was tall and buff as hell. You had no idea what kind of workouts he did, but they were definitely paying off.

You were so engrossed in your thoughts you didn’t realize how he stormed over to you and your friend until he was standing right in front of you, hands on his hips.

"Um, hi," you said, smiling shyly at him.

He didn’t bat an eye towards you. Instead, he looked down at your friend. "Is there… a problem here?" he asked.

It was then you noticed his posture, how he was practically towering over your friend, who was now shrinking back, trying to look small.

You frowned.

What was going on?

"Well, I-" your friend started, but he was immediately cut off.

"Listen, dude, I'm a professional, you know," Lucas said, a dangerous tone to his voice. "I've been doing this for years, and I don't appreciate a little no-name rookie trying to hammer down on my girl like that."

"Wait, what?" you said.

"Your... girl?" your friend said.

You and your friend glanced at each other before looking back up at Lucas, confused.

Lucas, though, didn't seem to notice the looks on your faces or how you had spoken.

“You don't think I know your type? Harassment. That's what it is. Harassment pure and simple. And it's not gonna fly, you hear me? You've been warned."

You looked at him, your eyes wide, and your mouth open, too, but nothing came out. You had no idea what the hell was going on.

And then, you watched as your friend took a step forward. "Wait a second, dude. I wasn't harassing her," he said. "She's my friend, I was just helping rehearse some of her lines—”

Lucas interrupted him. "You were touching her arm."

"I was just—"

"And she was looking down."

"Yeah, but—"

"She was obviously uncomfortable!"

“Actually, I wasn’t…” You tried to say something, but no one heard you.

"Dude, she wasn't looking down. She was looking at the script!"

"So, what? Are you calling her a liar?"

Lucas was glaring at your friend. His expression was fierce, and his muscles were tense, his fists balled up tightly. He looked like he was ready to punch someone. It was a scary sight, to say the least.

You could feel the tension in the air, and your stomach twisted in knots. This wasn’t good.

Your friend, though, didn't back down. He stood up straighter, looking Lucas in the eyes.

"I'm not calling anyone a liar," he said calmly. "I'm just saying that maybe you should check your facts before you accuse someone."

Lucas growled.

"Listen, punk," he said, jabbing a finger into the other man's chest. "I have a reputation to uphold, you know. People rely on me. I've got fans. I can't afford to let people like you ruin things for me. So, why don't you just take a hike, alright?"

"What are you gonna do if I don't?" your friend challenged, and your stomach sank.

Shit.

"Guys, come on. Let's just—"

"What did you just say to me?"

You knew Lucas had a temper; you’ve seen it once before on set—valid reasons, of course. You understood where it came from, and you understood his passion for what he did. But still, his temper was scary, and it didn’t help to notice he was even angrier than usual now.

"Lucas, listen," you started, placing a hand on his shoulder. "He didn't mean it like—"

You gasped as Lucas shoved your friend hard.

"Lucas!"

The shove made your friend fall back, landing on his butt. It was quite ironic, really, considering his height. He wasn’t small by any means, and yet Lucas had just made him look like a small child.

Still, it was a sight you were not happy to see.

"What are you doing?!” You practically screamed at him. “Are you insane?!"

"Stay out of this," he said, not taking his eyes off of your friend. "This is about honor. Respect.”

“Respect… I— What?!” You sputtered, completely baffled.

Your friend had gotten to his feet, looking absolutely pissed. He took a step forward, glaring daggers at Lucas.

"You're gonna pay for that, you bastard!" he spat, and Lucas smirked.

"Yeah, I'd like to see you try."

“Alright, enough! That's it!"

You stepped in between the two men, blocking them from each other's view. Your arms were spread wide, and your eyes were darting between the two.

"Both of you are being idiots!" you yelled. "Lucas, why are you acting like a caveman? And you, I can't believe you're stooping to his level!"

"I'm the idiot? What about him?" your friend pointed an accusatory finger at Lucas. "He's the one who started this whole thing."

"Oh, sure, blame me, why don't ya," Lucas sneered.

"Both of you, shut up!"

They both turned their attention to you.

"Look," you said, sighing. "I'm sorry, but this is completely ridiculous. Lucas, why did you even go after him? What was that about?"

"Yeah, why'd you do that?" your friend echoed, a smug look on his face.

Lucas huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"It's none of your business."

"Yes, it is," you argued. "You attacked my friend, Lucas."

"I wasn't attacking anyone. I was just defending your honor."

"Honor?"

Your friend scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Right. That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard."

Lucas glowered at him. "Watch it, buddy. I'll deck you again."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

"GUYS!"

Both men stopped, turning to look at you.

You glared at the both of them.

"You," you pointed at Lucas. "Need to learn how to keep your cool. This was totally uncalled for. And you," you pointed at your friend. "You need to learn how to walk away from an argument. You're not a little kid. Don't let him bait you like that. Okay?"

You waited for them to answer, but neither of them spoke. They just kept looking at you.

Finally, Lucas was the first to speak.

"Okay," he mumbled, his voice low.

"Yeah, whatever," your friend replied.

You let out a sigh and placed a hand on your hip.

"Good," you said. "Now, Lucas, can you explain to us why you went after my friend?"

You saw his hesitation. He was shifting his weight from foot to foot, and his hands were balled up in tight fists.

"Well..."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Well?"

He looked at the ground, kicking his foot against the floor. The skateboarder in him was showing, you noted.

“I was over there, drinking my coffee, and I heard what you were talking about, and I thought you looked uncomfortable, and I... I guess I just lost my cool, alright?"

Your friend looked at him, confused.

"Wait, you were eavesdropping on us?"

"I wasn't eavesdropping!"

"That sounds like eavesdropping to me."

"You little-"

"Lucas, stop," you snapped, and the blond stopped, glaring daggers at your friend.

Your friend just rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, dude," he said, shaking his head.

"Lucas, look," you said, placing a hand on his shoulder and rubbing it soothingly. He seemed to relax under your touch, and you felt a surge of pride.

"I appreciate you standing up for me," you continued. "But you can't do stuff like this. Okay? It's not right. You could get in trouble or, worse, fired."

He scoffed at that but nodded. "Yeah, right," he said.

"I'm serious," you said. "If something like this happened, you could be kicked off the project. And then what would we do? Who'd play the lead role with me?”

He didn’t say anything. He just looked at you, his blue eyes boring into yours. There was something unreadable in them, and it made you nervous.

"Lucas?"

He sighed and looked away. "I know, I know," he said. "I'm sorry."

"Promise me you won't do anything like this again."

"I promise."

You smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Good."

"What about me?" your friend piped up. "Am I free to go now?"

"Yeah, whatever," Lucas waved him off.

Your friend glared at him.

"Whatever," he mocked and turned on his heel, leaving the two of you alone.

Lucas watched him go before turning his attention back to you. His blue eyes were bright, and his lips were curled in a small smile.

"I'm totally hotter than him anyway. No competition," he said, his voice low and husky. It made you chuckle.

“Well, that's debatable," you replied, giving him a sly wink.

"Maybe a black eye would fix that," his tone gave it away that it was a joke, but his body language said otherwise. He was tense, and his knuckles were white.

"Lucas," you warned.

He held up his hands in defense.

"I'm joking, I'm joking," he said. "Don't worry. I'll leave the guy alone."

"Good."

"In my defense, it really did look like he was bothering you. I wasn't totally crazy."

You laughed. "No, you were. Totally crazy. You know, they say you're the cool, collected, bad boy of the big screen, but I don't know. You're more like the hotheaded, passionate, and protective bad boy of the big screen. Or even the small screen. Whatever the case, you're not exactly what the media paints you to be."

Lucas shrugged.

"It's the same old, same old," he said. "People always seem to be so fascinated with me. I can't blame em', really. I'm a pretty interesting guy."

"Oh, yes, definitely. The most interesting man in the world."

"See? You know it."

The two of you laughed, and the tension that had been hanging in the air was now gone.

You were glad. It had been an awkward moment, for sure, and you would have to make sure your friend didn’t sue Lucas since that could get the production on halt or even canceled. But it was over now, and all was well.

For now, at least.

[wonderlanddreamer]

Over My Dead Body

[Vano Lee × Evie Shelby & Luca Changretta]

When Luca Changretta approaches Evelyn Shelby, believing her to be the blood daughter of his late brother, he doesn't count on Vano Lee being ready to do whatever it takes to ensure he doesn't get anywhere near her.

Evelyn Shelby belongs to @novashelby, and I thank her for letting me use her, along with giving me complete creative freedom to write this. I hope you like it. 🤍

“I'm not armed, boy,” Luca Changretta stood with a sneer etched across his lips, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he regarded the lovestruck boy with a mix of disdain and amusement. It was clear that if he had his way, a gun would be in his hand, ready to put an end to Vano's defiance.

"I don't give a fuck if yer got ya bullet with my name on it, dinlow," Vano spat, his voice unwavering. He curled his arm protectively behind him, wrapping it around Evie and pushing her securely behind him, his body a dauntless shield. "Yer want her, ya gotta go through me, y'hear?”

Evie clung to the back of Vano's shirt, her heart racing as she wished desperately for her nightmare to end. She could practically feel the weight of her father's fury looming over her, knowing well that Tommy Shelby would be livid. Not only had she defied his explicit orders by sneaking out, but she had also ended up with the very boy she was forbidden to see. The irony of her predicament was bitter; the very scenario her father had sought to prevent by locking her away was now unfolding before her eyes.

Tommy's measures were not without reason. Evie was at the center of a dangerous revelation regarding Luca Changretta's late brother, which had ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse, with Tommy doing everything in his power to shield his baby girl from the potential fallout.

Yet, despite his efforts, Luca Changretta had found her. His presence was a menacing shadow, a reminder of the vendetta that threatened to unravel the fragile threads of her life. In this perilous moment, Vano stood as her only source of protection. Evie knew the lengths he'd go to to keep her safe, and while the thought of anything happening to him terrified her, she was confident in his ability to handle himself.

Luca stepped forward with a measured grace, his eyes fixed on Evie as he extended a hand, offering a small bundle of flowers. "For the girl," he said smoothly, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Vano's response was immediate and fierce. A low growl rumbled deep in his chest as he smacked Luca's hand away with force, sending the delicate blooms tumbling to the cobblestones below. "She ain't interested in yer flowers," he retorted, his voice a defiant snarl.

Luca gazed at the flowers for a prolonged moment, his sneer already devoid of warmth, yet somehow growing even colder as his expression changed. As Luca stepped closer, Vano squared his shoulders, subtly using his hand to guide Evie a step or two backwards. With his towering height, he moved decisively into Luca's personal space, completely blocking Evie from view.

Luca's eyes burned with a menacing intensity as he fixed his glare on Vano. "You have no idea who you're up against, boy. Or the things I could do to you for daring to stand between me and my blood.”

Vano didn't even flinch, standing unafraid in the face of threat. “Try me, big man. Evie don’ want nothin’ t’ do with ya, an’ I ain't scared of thugs like you,”

With a swift, aggressive motion, Luca lunged forward and grabbed Vano, attempting to forcibly shove him aside. However, Vano was ready. Planting his feet firmly on the ground, he resisted Luca's efforts with surprising strength, his muscles tensing as he pushed back against the older man's grip. The initial surprise flickered across Luca's face as he realized Vano was a lot stronger than he had anticipated. Despite Luca's attempts to overpower him, Vano held his ground, his determination unyielding as he fought to protect Evie from the threat before them.

Luca's hand shot out, clamping around Vano's throat with a formidable grip. With a swift, forceful swing, he hurled Vano against the wall, the impact sending a jarring shock through Vano's body. The wall shuddered slightly from the force, but Vano's spirit remained unbroken.

"Give it up," Luca sneered, his voice dripping with menace as he attempted to reassert control.

"Over my dead body," Vano shot back defiantly, his eyes blazing with determination as he stood his ground.

Dazed but determined, Vano summoned his strength and retaliated with a fierce headbutt, connecting solidly with Luca and forcing him to loosen his grip as blood spluttered from his nose.

Evie watched in horror, her heart pounding as she stood frozen for a moment, torn between fear and the instinct to help. Her breath hitched as she witnessed the brutal exchange, feeling helpless but desperately hoping for Vano to come out on top.

Just as the tension threatened to escalate into something far more dangerous, a familiar voice cut through the chaos. "Evie!" Tommy Shelby's authoritative call rang out, slicing through the air and bringing the confrontation to a sudden halt. The sound of her father's voice was a lifeline, snapping Evie back to reality and momentarily pausing the violence. Her eyes darted towards the direction of his voice, a mix of relief and anxiety flooding through her.

“Yer hear that?” Vano spat, “That is yer death comin’ callin’. You an’ I ain't armed, but he will be. Yer gonna die t'day,”

Luca shoved Vano back with a growl, but Vano quickly regained his footing, stepping back to stand protectively in front of Evie. His eyes remained locked on the Italian, unwavering and determined, serving as an unyielding shield for her. Then, from the shadows, the unmistakable silhouette of Tommy Shelby emerged, immediately commanding attention. As all eyes shifted to where Luca Changretta had stood moments before, they found only an empty space. He had gone.

Vano took a moment to catch his breath, stepping back as Tommy approached and enveloped Evie in his arms. Any lingering anger was swiftly overshadowed by the relief of seeing her unharmed. Evie hesitated initially, bracing for a scolding that never came, and only then allowed herself to relax into her father's comforting embrace.

Vano observed the two of them, gradually stepping back to give them space, until Tommy's icy blue glare shifted towards him.

"You."

Vano stiffened at Tommy's authoritative voice, bracing for reprimand, while Evie quickly jumped to his defence. "Daddy, it wasn't his fault—" she began, but Tommy raised a hand to gently shush her.

"I owe you," Tommy said, his tone softening as he addressed Vano. "For keeping her safe."

Vano shook his head, a quiet resolve in his voice. "Yer owe me nothin’, no harm will ever come to her so long as I'm breathin’."

A moment of wordless understanding passed between them, marked by a mutual nod of respect. Vano then stepped back, yielding to Tommy's authority. As Vano turned to leave, Tommy gently wrapped an arm around Evie, guiding her home with a reassuring presence.

[c0ffee-gh0ul]

lucas X gn!reader one shot? (there's not enough love for the big guy.. )

I tried to get Lucas's softer side in this, I really hope you enjoy it!

ONESHOT: LUCAS LEE X GN!READER FLUFF

Lucas and Y/N were sat at home, bored out of their minds. It was pouring rain outside, there was nothing good on TV, all of their video games had been beaten.

“I’m kinda hungry,” Y/N declared. “You?”

“I could eat,” Lucas replied.

“We should bake something!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Ooh, what about that chocolate cake you made that one time? Or, or! The red velvet cupcakes!” Lucas said excitedly.

Y/N could be quite the baker, especially for Lucas. He had quite the sweet tooth, and they were always there to satisfy it.

“Let’s go for the chocolate cake,” Y/N remarked, taking items out of the cabinets and setting them on the kitchen counter. “Wanna come help me?”

“You know I do,” Lucas replied, getting up from off the sofa.

Soon enough, all the ingredients were in the bowl, and it was time to mix them up.

“Grab the hand mixer and I’ll let you mix, since that’s your favorite,” Y/N smiled. Lucas reached into one of the cabinets and brought out the hand mixer. “Now, remember… Start the mixer after it’s already in the bowl. We don’t want a repeat of last time.”

Last time Lucas and Y/N baked something together, they let Lucas use the hand mixer. But, he made the mistake of starting the mixer before putting it in the bowl, and cake batter was all over the kitchen.

“Yeah, we definitely learned our lesson,” He replied.

“You. You learned your lesson. I already knew that,” Y/N laughed.

After the batter was all mixed up, they poured it into a heart-shaped cake pan. It was secretly Lucas’s favorite.

“You’re not such a tough guy after all, huh?” Y/N teased.

“I’m tough! Tough guys can like heart-shaped cakes…” He replied. “They’re made with love!”

“Damn right!” They said.

Once the cake was done and cooled down, it was time to decorate. Vanilla frosting and sprinkles were the toppings of choice.

The two of them were deep into their decorating session when Y/N decided to tease Lucas a little more. “Hey, Lucas?”

“Hm?” He hummed, not looking up from putting frosting on the cake.

“Look at me for a sec?”

Finally, he looked up, and Y/N smeared frosting on his nose. “Oops!” They giggled.

“Two can play that game!” Lucas retaliated, doing the same on Y/N’s cheek.

Before long, it was a full-on frosting food-war. There was barely any frosting on the cake and most on their faces, hands, and in their stomachs. After they washed up, there was still just enough frosting for the cake.

“Even with less frosting, this cake is still delicious,” Lucas remarked with a mouth full of cake.

“Thank you!” Y/N replied. “This definitely made our day less boring.”

[s10127470]

So this past Saturday, I released the opening for my newest fanfic, “Tales of the Fantastic Four!”.

If you want to check it out, here’s the link to it.

I’ve already talked about the general gist of the show and one of the major elements of it.

But I’m here today to add something that’ll expand on that element.

As I said before, just about all the Marvel heroes are based in different parts of the world.

But I forgot to mention that some of them will have their backgrounds changed.

Which I thought not only made sense given the globetrotting theme, but also given where some of them live.

And these are the ones I’ve got so far.

Ant-Man, The Wasp and The Vision are based in Tokyo, Japan and are basically Kamen Rider.

Ant-Man and Wasp themselves are Japanese.

Their real names are even Hanku Pimu and Janetto Ban Dain, which are Japanese versions of their real names: Hank Pym and Janet Van Dyne.

Daredevil and Elektra are based in Mexico City, Mexico, with the former having returned to his swashbuckling roots, being reminiscent of Zorro.

And in that case, Elektra is basically Elena Montero.

Daredevil himself here is Mexican, with his name being Mateo Murdock.

As for Elektra, she's still Greek, but it's a lot more explicit here.

Speaking of which, has Elektra ever been explicit about being Greek at all or even looked into her heritage?

Like, in all of her voiced appearances, she spoke with a regular American accent.

It's like an even worse case of Black Widow, where she was explicitly Russian (given she was canonically born and raised there) until the movies came along and more or less threw that out.

But the biggest case of this background change are with The X-Men.

The X-Men in this universe are back to using the Blue and Gold Team dynamics.

In terms of who makes up each team….

Blue Team: Cyclops (leader), Wolverine, Rogue, Gambit, Psylocke, Beast, Jubilee, Morph, and Xavier

Gold Team: Storm (leader), Jean Grey, Nightcrawler, Colossus, Iceman, Angel (who's a female in this universe), Bishop, Shadowcat (with Lockheed), and Emma Frost.

As for their base of operation and theming.

The two teams run two different schools for mutants.

The Blue Team run the one based in Australia.

And The Gold One run the one based on Mardipoor.

The Blue Team have an explorer theming to them, reminiscent to Crocodile Dundee.

And The Gold Team are pirates.

But the heroic kind, not the usual, villainous kind!

But the major draw for them will be that in this universe, every member hails from a different part of the world.

It's no surprise that one of the major criticisms of X-Men in general is that in spite of serving as an allegory for minorities and oppressed groups, there's the irony that most of the team's most prominent members are white, conventionally attractive, "supposedly" straight Americans.

But here, they're the team equivalent of Mr. Worldwide!

Even the members that do come from the same country, reflect different backgrounds of that country.

Cyclops is still from The United States of America, specifically Alaska, but he's of mixed-raced heritage here. His father was German-American and his mother was Inupiat.

Wolverine is still from Canada, being of English descent.

Rogue is from South Africa, being of French and Italian descent (her full name is Marie D'Ancanto)

Gambit is still from Louisiana, being of Cajun background.

Psylocke is still from England, but she's of actual Japanese descent.

Beast is from, funnily enough, Australia, being of Scottish descent.

Jubilee is from China.

And Xavier is also from England.

Storm is actually from Kenya this time around: born and raised!

Jean is from Colombia, being Mulatta (specifically of French, Scottish and Congolese descendant). Her name here is also Juana Gris.

Nightcrawler is still from Germany.

Colossus is still from Russia.

Iceman is from Cuba, being of Spanish descent. His name here is also Roberto Draque.

Angel is from France, with her name being Wyn Warocqué.

Bishop is still American and of Aboriginal Australian descent, though it's much more explicit here.

Shadowcat is from Argentina, being of Scottish Ashkenazi Jewish descent. Her name here is Catalina Pryde.

And Emma is still from America, and from Boston, and is of Irish descent.

You may have noticed that I didn't talk about Morph.

Well that's because I can't really think of what background to give him.

If you can, I'd love to hear some suggestions of what to make his background.

Though I was thinking about keeping it like that, and having it be a running gag where nobody really knows where Morph comes from.

But besides that, what do you guys think about the new backgrounds I gave to these characters?

Also, I just had to do this before I end this....

Elektra, Cyclops, Colossus and Magik:

[thefaearealwaysamongyou]

OOOOOHHHH MYGOD I just had an epiphany for a kickass toddlee fanfic while looking at some fanart

Okokokok- so- Todd is still getting over Wallace and a sexuality realization right? So one night he decides to hire a male prostitute for a night to explore a little more. Test to see if it was JUST Wallace.

A little while before that Lucas got bored of his job at second cup and quit. "Lucas Lee just wasn't made for serving cappuccinos to schmoes." Julie suggested he take on sex work since he was too good for a coffee shop, expecting him to take it as a sarcastic insult. But he took it literally and thought it was a great idea.

(You see where this is going)

Anyways, when Lucas shows up to Todd's house in a bunny suit to match Todd's with a bottle of champagne they're both pretty pissed.

They both argue a lil and one of them says "Well there's no way I'm fucking you."

**The fanart inspo in question

( @domnyy I hope you don't mind the tag)

[avengersfan03]

My Marvel universe- Earth 616-A03

Fantastic four

Members

Mr fantastic/Neil Nordegraf

Invisible girl/woman/Stacey Nordegraf

The Human Torch/Scott Pilgrim

The Thing/Lucus Lee

Headquarters

The Baxter Building/ years 1 to 20

The freedom plaza(current home)

Suits evolution

Classic suits(years 2 to 12)

Inverted Classic suits(years 12 to 19)

Ultimate suits(years 19 to 26)

Neo-Classic suits(years 26 to 31)

Neo-Inverted suits(years 31 to 34)/current suits being worn 

Based on characters from Scott pilgrim,and Marvel Comics characters.



[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - lucas lee was pissed and in some desperate need of some release, good thing the strawberry shack was close by.

warning - smut, oral sex, gloryhole, swearing.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Lucas Lee was pissed, he had seen his ex-girlfriend and met her new “boyfriend”. The stupid arsehole somehow beat him and now Lucas was wandering around the streets, anger rolling off him. He stops when a sign catches his eye, the words read ‘The Strawberry Shack’ and Lucas wonders what kind of name that is and what the fuck are they selling. With a strange pull, he heads over to the building and enters through the door. 

His eyes land on a woman sitting at the front desk, hers already staring at him as though she knew he was coming. “Whatcha looking for, sugar? Would you liked to be sucked or fucked?” He blinks, surprised.

“Uh, sucked.” His furrowed brows even more furrowed than before. She nods, hand out as she waits for a payment. Lucas walks closer and slaps some cash down before he follows her directions to the room where he will get what he’s paid for. He looks around the room, looking at the many holes and one calls out to him, his feet move before his mind can even catch up. Without any words, he reaches into his pants and whips out his cock, shoving it through the hole. 

You lean forward, curious about this man. Your mouth salivates from the sight of his cock. So big, so perfect, veins running up and down the girthy member. Your tongue flicks out, softly licking the precum from his tip before you swirl it around, taking the whole thing into your mouth. Moaning at his taste, sucking him off while enjoying the feel of him inside of you. “Jesus fucking Christ!” Lucas groans, glaring down at his cock.

A groan slips from his lips as he enjoys the feeling of being sucked, your mouth wetting his cock and sucking him in deeper with each hard suck. “Fucking hell. No one’s ever sucked my cock this good before. Are you a fucking angel or something?” He grunts, head flying back, and eyes closed, he feels himself begin to twitch on your tongue. His balls feel heavy and full, ready to empty. “I’m going to cum, fuck. You better fucking swallow this. Any woman would literally kill to be in your position.” He growls, his hips jerk forward as cum shoots out of his tip, coating your heavenly mouth. 

You moan around him, continuing to suck him dry until he’s no longer cumming. Your tongue laps his thick base, cleaning him before you swallow every drop. You lick your lips as you watch him pull out of the hole and tuck himself back into his pants. “Thanks, sweets.” With that, he leaves, a smirk on his lips. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[drewsephrry]

I-

[holylulusworld]

Lucas Lee masterlist

Masterlist for all Lucas Lee stories

Contains: 💦 smut   // 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 🖤 light smut

Source of anger

Find all other stories with Steve/Chris here: CEvans Masterlist

Dividers by me *for my blog use only*

[devilbrew-69]

Yandere Lucas Lee x Male Reader- Burning Jealousy

Tags- toxic relationships, abusive, jealousy,verbal abuse

The incident happened at a red-carpet event you were really looking forward to. Some of Hollywood's finest would there all dressed to the nines to accept awards and party it up afterwards. Lucas Lee of course was one of these people and he brought you along as he was adamant that his boyfriend accompany him everywhere. You were so flattered that Lucas stood by your side even though you felt like an average Joe compared to all the famous stars that populated Hollywood. You should've just been another face in the crowd, but Lucas made you feel part of something greater.

You clapped on with everyone else as Lucas accepted his various awards.

" Best Chest in Cinema"

" Best skater boy"

" Best Whatever"

God, he was such a multi-talented actor. You drank some non-alcoholic champagne as you conversed with the attendees. You caught the eyes of a few directors and actors at the party, all of them male and a few rumored to be gay. They heard through the grapevine that you were quite the dutiful assistant and could help navigate even the most chaotic of schedules. They seem really interested in your talent and even more interested in your chubby body, how your thin hips and fatass were accentuated by your tight pants.

You felt a pair of eyes glaring daggers at you and a strong hand dragged you off before you could say anything. It was Lucas and he was pissed. He shoved you into the bathroom and locked it from inside so nobody could get in.

" Are you fucking cheating on me?" His baritone voice had an authoritarian edge to it. You were used to him sounding like the typical West Coast himbo, but this time he sounded genuinely menacing.

" No babe! I was just talking to some potential business clients. They wanted me to work with them."

" Don't lie to me! I saw them checking out your black ass like you were a piece of meat. Is that what you wanted? I bet you were planning on having an orgy with them so you can get more job opportunities. A whore like you would love that."

No, I swear it's not like that. Babe, I need you to calm down cause right now you're acting crazy."

WHAP!

Lucas quickly slapped you across the face hard enough to leave a handprint.

" Don't you dare call me crazy! Don't act like I haven't noticed how you always wear tight clothes so all the guys can stare at your ass. You walk around the city like such a filthy slut. Don't forget that you're my property and I fucking own you. No other guys can touch you without my permission. Understood?" Lucas gripped your neck with a fierce tenacity. You felt oxygen depleted from your body and a lightheaded sensation overcame you.

" ... Yes... Master." You muttered weakly. Lucas finally let go of your throat and let you breathe in precious air. You went down to your knees and Lucas grabbed you by your coily hair to make you look into his piercing gaze.

" Good. Now show your master some love before he has to put his hands on you again." Lucas ordered. The bulge in his pants throbbed in anger.

Deepthroating Lucas in the bathroom at the Oscars was how you expected to spend your night, but you weren't exactly complaining. You loved Lucas despite his intense jealousy. Those moments when he hit you out of love or barked commands at you sent your heart racing with excitement. You didn't mind when he treated you like property, because seriously, who didn't want to be owned by the Lucas Lee? You were his bitch and you were gonna be a damn good one.

[ Author's Note- Writing Lucas as an abusive boyfriend was so hot even though he's a loveable himbo. I wanna write more abusive x reader stories like this in the future cause dark romance is fun when you're in control of how dark it gets. Feel free to leave any requests for Lucas x reader stories.

[libraryledge]

Breakfast (A Bones and All Story Inspired by Dove Cameron's Lyrics) Pt 2

A/N: This is the second part of this short story that is inspired by Dove Cameron's song, "Breakfast" and the film, Bones and All. This part explores Lee's feelings for Maren.

Lee's Perspective:

We're sitting outside, in an abandoned campground. A fire is burning beside us, but it can't match the one I feel inside. Your beauty is too much for me. It is the perfect mixture of grace and chaos. I crave you, and it is not in the conventional sense. I know I’m sick, but honestly, I'm getting high off of it. 

You've bewitched me, like you performed a magic trick upon me. I have my own tricks up my sleeve that I am hesitant to share. I'm known to enchant people and let them in, but just as things hit a climax, I strike. 

I've had boys and girls for breakfast. One by one their memories hang upon my neck. Their scars marked upon my body. I couldn't reciprocate the emotions they wanted from me, but they'll always be mine. Sickeningly, it makes me feel alive.

If you want to talk about power, you have definitely taken control of my jumbled senses. I question things about myself that I never gave a second thought to. You're a mystery. You're a craving. You've unraveled my world. You’ve made me feel complete. Yes, you've shown me real power

[ijustwantogohomehogwarts]

The Adventures of Lee and Gracie - BONES AND ALL : part 1

The Adventures of Lee and Gracie - BONES AND ALL : part 1

Warnings and such: mentions of bl00d, !death, death of family member, alcohol/drunkenness ,illusions to caññabilism...i think that's it for this part?

A/N: you can't tell me Timothée doesn't radiate this kind of chaotic energy 24/7! He was absolutely perfect for this movie! Thank you for coming to my TedTalk!

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My mother was what she called an “eater,” because I guess calling her a cannibal was wrong. There was a difference, apparently, of which the latter she was not. You could have fooled me. I’ve known for a while, probably my whole life, but to me, that was normal. Normal for her anyway. I had never met another “eater,” at least not that I knew of, but would I know if I had anyway? 

She never partook in the activity in the house, but more often than not she came home before she was ready to, covered in blood. Admittedly, it freaked me out to realize how quickly that stopped bothering me…but of course, not as much as discovering what she was doing a few times a month. What bothered me the most is that she came home, cleaned herself up, and carried on with life as if nothing happened. As I got older, I became more wary of her, something that I think she picked up on all too quickly. It drove a wedge in our once perfect relationship, but I wouldn’t consider it a loss.

The idea toyed in her head, for a while- she thought I was a “late bloomer” or that I just needed to “find the feeling,” but whatever it was that caused her to be this way, it must not have been passed along to me. If that’s how someone became an “eater.” It made me wonder where it all started, but then again, maybe I don’t want to know. All I do know is that she left when I was 18, and I hadn’t seen or heard from her since. My dad was long gone and I had no siblings. Maybe my dad knew, and maybe I wasn’t even supposed to happen…oh well, no sense in dreading about it now. I had no complaints. No regrets.

I knew the signs of an eater, or at least the ones that made my mother stand out in a crowd, but I still wasn’t sure if I would be able to pick one out of a line up unless they had blood all over their face. I resolved to just be by myself, to always watch my back and never put a lot of trust in anyone. It was all easy, really. I wasn’t allowed to have friends as a child, understandably so, and because of that I was fine to be by myself. I didn’t know any different.

As my 20th birthday approached, the body of a woman surfaced near the lake. It was a lot to take in, in a small town, but I knew. I knew that it was my mother, and I knew that it wasn’t an animal who had found her body before some local fishermen. There was another eater, somewhere, and suddenly I didn’t feel safe. What if they came after me? I am half my mother, eater or not. I packed a bag and left with a full tank of gas and all the money I had been saving for almost 6 years. I didn’t dare look back. 

That was almost a year ago now. My 21st birthday was at the end of the summer and I had already driven across the country and back once. I was stuck somewhere between not wanting to settle down somewhere, and being too afraid to. I had no family elsewhere, at least not that I knew of, so there wasn’t anything grounding me to one specific spot. The life of a nomad was starting to grow on me! I found myself in Indiana, at the dumpiest ‘grocery store’ I had ever been in, which was saying a lot because I’ve seen some pretty deplorable places on my travels. 

“What kind of store runs out of lunchables?!”

There was a very intoxicated man wandering the store, drinking a 6 pack of cheap beer that I can only assume he hadn’t paid for. The store attendants didn’t even bat an eyelash at him, apparently this was a regular thing. I was at the end of the aisle he had just strolled down, looking at the bare bone essentials that were strewed about the shelves.

“Hey, I’m talking to you, you dumb bitch-”

A woman with a small child had asked to get by him on her way to the checkout lines. I wasn’t the only one watching him- a boy, about my age, had been following him around the store for a while now. I couldn’t tell if they were together or not, but the younger one seemed highly irritated with the antics.

“Hey!” He called, standing behind me. “You’re out of control, buddy.” Okay, so maybe they aren’t together. 

“You with the store or something?”

“No, I’m not with the store. But I’m going to escort you out of it.”

“Oh you are?” 

“Watch this,” the younger boy whispered as he stepped around me. 

He had a shit eating grin plastered to his face, as if he was waiting for this moment. He turned to the drunk man, smiled at him and without an ounce of hesitation, headbutted him. Hard. I could hear it break his nose. Blood began to seep down his face before he realized what had happened. The drunk threw an otherwise poorly calculated swing, but missed by a mile or more.

“Outside, you fucker!”

“You want to go outside? We can go outside! Let’s go outside!”

“Who the fuck do you think you are, you little asshole!”

“Is this how you spend your Saturdays? Harassing innocent people after you spend the morning jerking off…”

Their voices trailed off as the door closed behind them. I watched them chase each other around the parking lot for a moment before stepping out of view and behind the store. That was the most excitement I had seen in a long time! 

I made my purchases and used the microwave behind the counter to makeshift something for dinner. What I wouldn’t give for a real kitchen! It was nearly dark when I finally left, and there was no sign of the two men from earlier. I could only hope they sorted out their differences and everyone left without incident. 

I was crossing the parking lot to my truck when I noticed something someone, crawling out the window frame of an abandoned building a few yards away. It was the younger guy from earlier. His shirt was torn and he looked at me before doubling over. I couldn’t tell what he was doing, but could hear the distinct crinkle of a plastic water bottle and as he approached, I could see it- blood! A lot of fucking blood. I knew instantly what he was; his face and chest was smeared the same way I had seen my mother’s many times before. Despite his best efforts to apparently clean himself, the evidence was everywhere. I didn’t know rather to run or scream or-

“He’s back there, if you want to..” He nodded back towards the building, walking past me without batting an eyelash in my direction. Maybe they only “ate” once? Do they get full? They have to, right?

“No! No I don’t- I’m not a…No!” He stopped and looked me up and down. 

“Could have fooled me. You smell like one.”

“One what?” I hesitated, trying to keep the distance between us. 

“You tell me. You seem to know.”

“I’m not.”

“So you’ve said.”

“What do you mean ‘I smell like one?’”

“An eater. Eaters can smell other eaters. Usually.”

“Well, you’re wrong. I’m not a…a eater.” 

“Okay. Well, sorry.” He smiled, and I could see his blood stained teeth. Somehow, even in this moment, I wasn’t phased. “I’m gonna just…I’m gonna go now.” 

There was something about him…something that I couldn’t put a finger on, or take my eyes off of. He seemed…different? I only had my mother to compare him to, but there was still something. I watched him circle the parking lot, staring at the keys in his hand. Whatever he was trying to find must not have belonged to him. Wait was he-

“You can’t just steal his truck!” I laughed nervously, watching him climb in and start digging around. 

“What good is it to him now?” He turned the key over and tried to start it, groaning. “There’s no gas in it anyway.” 

“I’m sorry I don’t-”

“Will you drive me somewhere?”

“No! I don’t even know you!”

He jumped out of the truck, a piece of paper and a few dollars in his hand. He smiled, wiping his spare hand on his pant leg before extending it to me.

“Sorry, I’m Lee.”

“Lee?”

“Lee. No last name.” I looked at him for a minute, his smile never fading.

“Grace. Or Gracie.” 

“First and last?” He chuckled and whatever it was about him made me smile, even if I didn’t want to. ‘Don’t trust people’ I reminded myself.

“Look,” he continued. “You could have convinced me you were an eater, like I said, you smell like one. And if you’re really not, hey that's cool too! But eaters don’t eat eaters, so I’ll treat you like one if you’ll just drive me…” he looked at the paper and spun around in a small circle before pointing in some opposite direction. “If you’ll drive me like 15 minutes that way? Please?”

I tried to weigh my options, the risks I was taking by giving in, but there it was again, that thing that was different about him. Whatever it is, it was telling me to just give him the ride. I could leave him there and never have to see him again if the next 15 minutes gave me any inclination that Lee couldn’t be trusted. 

“Okay,” I sighed, pointing him towards my own truck a few spots over. “But if you try to-”

“Cross my heart I won't!”

We hopped in and he gave me directions. He was quiet, domestic really…not something I would have expected from one of them. He just sat there, like nothing had happened. I couldn’t help but eye him the whole way, and he definitely knew, but didn’t say anything. It was almost a comforting silence, something I don’t recall ever experiencing in my life before now. 

Eventually, we made it. The house was dilapidated, not cared for in the slightest- it smelled of weed and alcohol from the driveway. A bachelor pad if I had ever seen one before. The lights were off, though I may have died of shock if anyone else was living there. 

“Thank you,” Lee smiled, hopping out of the car and coming over to my side. “Unless, I mean, do you want to come in?” He said it so calmly, like it was his own house! 

“I umm…” 

“I promised I wouldn’t bite, remember!”

That feeling returned, consuming my body. It’s fine, just go with him. Something inside me was screaming, I didn’t know if it was my brain, my heart, or my stomach, but none of them were arguing with whichever one was screaming. Maybe this is how I die! Only one way to find out…

I sighed, hopping out of the truck and following him into the house. The inside was somehow worse than the outside- I didn’t even think that was possible. Lee, however, seemed to be in love! He instantly started digging though the man’s collection of music, staring wildly at the raunchy posters on the wall. 

Lee let out an excited noise when he pulled a record from the crate, throwing it on the player. The music blared horribly loud, causing both of us to jump out of our skins.

“Fuck!” He yelled, turning it down quickly. The smile soon returned to his face and he began jumping around the room, singing and dancing erratically.

It was almost euphoric to watch. So I did- I just watched him. I watched him for a few minutes, my eyes following him as he jumped off the couch, landing in front of a very dirty mirror. He leaned in close, singing to his reflection until he caught sight of the state he was in. There was still blood smeared down his chin and throat, the rest was hidden behind his t-shirt. The smile dropped from his face and in its place…embarrassment?

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” I nodded and watched as he disappeared down the hallway. 

Last chance to leave.

No, I think I’m going to stay. 

Lee emerged a while later and asked if I wanted a turn in the bathroom. Again, this seemed so normal to him- he acted like this was his house. He must do this every time he…eats. A real shower sounded too inviting, no matter how gross the bathroom may be. 

With the endless supply of hot water, I’m not sure how long I was in there. A small part of me almost expected the boy to be gone when I was finished, but he wasn’t. I followed the sound of the television and found him sitting in front of it, laughing along to whatever way playing, a cigarette in hand. Domestic. 

I cleared my throat, not knowing what else to do. 

“Oh, hey!” He jumped up. “Do you want to watch something? I think there’s a few more channels on here…”

“No, that's okay. I might actually go to bed…if you don’t mind?”

“Not at all! Take the bed, I’ll sleep out here.” He pointed towards the back of the house. “It's just back there…on the left.”

I felt like I was supposed to say something, to thank him, maybe? But whatever it was, I couldn’t find it. I just looked at him, probably for too long. He began to rock back and forth on the balls of his heels, looking around the room and smiling awkwardly everytime his eyes met mine. 

“Goodnight, Lee.” I finally mumbled, stifling a yawn.

“Night, Gracie!” I heard him plop back down on the floor as I headed towards the bedroom.

Weirdest. Day. Ever.

******

I hardly slept last night. Part of me was scared I’d wake up to Lee standing over me, or that the guy whose house we were in was going to come back, or that a neighbor called the cops after seeing us come in or-

*knock* *knock* 

“Gracie, you awake?”

I sat up boltright. “Yeah, it’s open.”

No, you idiot! That’s not what he asked!

Lee opened the door awkwardly and stuck an arm through the crack, offering me a cup of coffee. Domestic!

“I’m not sure how you take it, but your only option is black or Irish, but you know, that’s still black.” I chuckled, opening the door further and taking the cup from him. His head was turned, not daring to look in the room. 

“Thank you.” 

“Mhmm.” 

There was an awkward silence. Lee still hadn't turned around. 

“Can I ask you something?” I finally found the courage to speak.

“Shoot.”

“This is normal for you, isn’t it?” 

“Was that the question, or a statement?”

I groaned, walking back over to the bed. Lee hesitantly peered around the corner, not daring to enter the room any further. 

“Sorry,” He chuckled nervously, taking a sip of coffee. “But yeah, I guess this is normal? Are you referring to the whole,” He made an exaggerated chewing motion, teeth clicking together audibly. “Thing or?”

“That. Yes. But I assumed that was normal for you. It was normal for my mother, anyway. But I was referring to the whole ‘making yourself at home’ type of thing.”

“Your mother?!” I just looked at him, waiting for an answer to the second part of the question- the actual question. “Umm. I mean, everyone’s got their own rules, I guess. I don’t see any harm in staying a night or two. It’s not like he’s going to need it.” 

We sat silently, sipping shitty coffee and stealing glances at each other. The comfortable silence settling over us once again.

“If you’re not from around here, where are you from? And where are you going?”

“Kentucky,” he smiled, looking like he was reminiscing. “Got family there, sort of...but I’m not sure where I’m going…I don’t ever really know. I just…go. What about you?”

“I’m from New York-”

“Holy shit!”

“Yeah. But there’s nothing left there for me so I’m making my way back across the country.” I shrugged, the idea didn’t seem so crazy to me as it once did. 

“I’m sorry, back?!”

“I’ve been on the road for almost a year.” 

“That sounds awesome! You’ll have to tell me about it…sometime.” The smile on his face faded slightly as he stared at the contents of the mug in his hand.

Is this where we were supposed to part ways? It didn’t feel right to get back in the truck and leave him, but taking him with me? That sounded just as weird. I’ve never been conflicted over the…wellbeing? Of another person? Is that what this was called? 

Hypothetically, I thought to myself. What would be the harm in asking him to come along? What was stopping me from dumping him on the side of the road somewhere if he pissed me off or tried to bite or whatever else could possibly happen. He wasn’t tied to anywhere either, not really anyway. He had been doing things his way for who knows how long, clearly he could take care of himself. He seemed to be doing a better job at it than me, actually. And the odds of ever running into him again? There was something about him that wasn’t…scary. Maybe it was the pink hair! 

“I’ll tell you.” I smiled, finishing the coffee. “You drive. I’ll talk.” 

“What?”

“Unless you have other plans-”

“No!” Lee said, rather quickly. “Are, are you offering to take me with you?” He sounded less sure of himself as the sentence dragged on.

“IF,” I barked, standing up and sticking a pinky in his face. “You keep your promise!”

“Cross my heart.” He smiled, drawing an ‘X’ over his chest before hooking his pinky with mine.