#luke browning blurb

[httpiastri]

luke browning x reader

"hey, you're not falling asleep on me, are you?"

luke's soft laughter, in combination with the little squeeze of his hand around yours, has your heart fluttering in your chest for a moment. "no..." you mumble, voice laced with tiredness and the side of your head still leaning against his shoulder.

luke raises an eyebrow, though you can't see it through your mostly shut eyelids, but he keeps on walking. he's surprised that your legs can carry you still, since you're clinging onto him for dear life. "then what's going on?" he asks.

"i'm just... savoring the moment..." you let out a little breath, lifting your head from his shoulder to sleepily blink up at him. "come tomorrow, you'll be busy with all of your racing stuff again, and..."

the chuckle that rises from his throat has a hint of guilt in it, but you don't notice. luke understands exactly what you mean. you've just spent a lovely night together, having dinner at a cute little restaurant before roaming the streets and seeing the sun set among the austrian mountains. it has been one of your only days alone in months, due to luke always being so busy with his racing, so you try your best to soak up the last few moments of the night.

"it's not like i'll be busy all weekend, you know," he says, interlacing your fingers with his. "and if you come visit me in the paddock, i'll spend as much time with you as i can."

you hum. "sounds a bit like you'd do it just because i want to, not because you do..."

luke shakes his head as the two of you stop for a red light, his hand letting go of yours and instead grabbing your hips with both of them. "that couldn't be further from the truth. of course i want to see you."

the slight pout you present makes his heart skip a beat, an uninterpretable sound leaving his lips. his hands slide past your hips, pulling your body flush against his.

"you're my lucky charm," he presses a kiss to the top of your head when your arms wrap around his torso, before resting his chin on you. "so i have a feeling i'll do pretty alright this weekend."

his heartbeat is loud and clear when you rest your head against his chest, the gentle pitter-patter making your eyelids grow even heavier. luke notices this, of course, and can't help but laugh.

"am i going to need to carry you back to the hotel, huh?"

"i think you are..."

[turn3tifosi]

IV. that's me

luke browning x heiress!reader

despite your warnings, luke still wants to be with you. and despite your reluctance, you still enjoy your every moment with him.

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The first time Luke had met you, it had been at a Williams event. It had been a boring event, but sometime during the night, you had started talking to him, and it made the whole event seem better than it was. 

“Are you sure you want to hear more?” You asked him, both of you laughing about the story of a guy trying to propose to you by getting in your dad’s good books, and how it failed miserably. 

“I might be sweet tonight, but things are different when morning comes. I am my father’s daughter, jealous and proud. I am not the type you would date and think “I want to make her my wife”. So, Luke Browning, do you still want to hear more from me?” You had cautioned him. You had told him that you could sometimes be too busy to reply, and may be too strong willed for any guy. 

That’s when Luke knew he wanted to date you. He wanted to change the fact that you believed showing anger would be a deal breaker. Even though Luke saw you as an angel, the truth was that you were human too, and deserved to have feelings, even if they were negative.

That one conversation led to you two sharing phone numbers and texting all the time. 

“I am not a man’s toy, I’ll never be” you had texted him during a conversation about how your dad’s friend’s son, “an ivy league b*stard” you had called the guy, was trying to get you to date him.

It had been months after you two had met, when Luke finally got the courage to invite you to a date. It wasn’t a grand Michelin restaurant, it was his apartment’s kitchen. “I don’t believe in fairytales-” you had told him as you were helping him clean the dishes, long after you two had had dinner. “-but I do believe in sympathy.”

You had invited Luke to a party one of your “friends” was throwing, and even though Luke felt completely out-of-place, he wanted to spend time with you and was happy with the arrangement. “I like you- A LOT” You had confessed on the balcony of your friend’s mansion. “But I am not the type of girl to hide my face, blushing and all.”

“Well, I like you too. And about the blushing thing, we’ll see.” You had laughed when he had said that, and Luke thought about the quote from one of the Grishaverse books (that you had told him all about). Something about wanting to bottle her laughter, and Luke knows he would have done so if he could. 

“There's a special love, like an eagle flying with a dove. I'll find it in the end” was one of the things you had said during your first conversation ever, and at the dinner you guys went to, celebrating his race win, you told him that you had found the special love, in him. 

“So you better not break my heart,” there was a hint of teasing in your voice, but Luke reassured you genuinely, “Wouldn’t dream of it, Madam.”

Author's note: Don't really like it much wanted to do it for Luke's pole yesterday!!

[atlabeth]

true luck's kiss

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of tyche!reader

summary: luke is stuck with a streak of bad luck. what better way to get rid of it than with a child of tyche?

a/n: so this was supposed to come out on st patrick's day but unfortunately im the slowest writer in the world and ive also been doing nothing but watch basketball because we sleep in may. anyways here's a short fluffy blurb because it is getting way too sad in here with my hurricane fics lmao

wc: 1.2k

warning(s): none, this is all fluff. i know crazy coming from me

You grimaced as you pulled the arrow back. Sweat dripped down your forehead and you itched to brush it away, but you ignored the urge as you let out a deep breath. 

“Just like that.” Kimia nodded as she stopped behind you. “Perfect angle—now let it fly.” 

You did, and the weight lifted off your shoulders once the arrow embedded itself in the center of the target. 

“Ending on a bullseye,” she said with a grin. “Great work.” 

“Only way to do it,” you said, smiling at her. “Am I a worthy opponent yet?” 

She chuckled and patted your shoulder as she moved on. “Maybe one day you’ll be as good as Cabin Seven. Today’s not that day.” 

You shook your head with a laugh and took your quiver off your back. “Keep telling yourself that!”

A bow and arrow had become your weapon of choice since the moment you stepped foot into camp, and you’d gotten good over the years—so much so that it was a surprise when your mother claimed you. One day, though, you would get an Apollo kid to admit you were better than them. 

You’d just finished putting all your equipment away, and when you turned back, you were met with a mess of brown curls and shining eyes.

“Luke,” you said, pleasantly surprised. “Didn’t know you were in archery today.”

He shook his head. “I’m not. I didn’t come here for archery—I came here for you.”

You chuckled as you gestured with your head, and he got the hint as you started walking together. “How forward of you.”

“It’s a living,” he said with a smile. “How was practice?”

“And small talk?” You pressed a hand to your heart and shook your head. “It must be my lucky day.”

Luke’s smile widened as he ran a nervous hand through his hair. “That’s what I came to talk to you about, actually. I do wanna hear about your day, though.”

You shrugged. “It was boring. Killed it at archery, nearly got killed on the climbing wall—I was gonna head back to the cabin to chill for a few hours before dinner, but it looks like you’ve taken that slot.” 

He chuckled. “So you are free?” 

“I’ve always got some time to listen to Luke Castellan,” you mused. “What’ve you got?” 

“I’m cursed,” Luke said. 

You stopped in your tracks and looked him right in the eye. “...Cursed.” 

He nodded. “I know it sounds stupid, but it’s gotta be true. I mean, nothing is going right for me. I’ve been off my groove with my sword, I’ve lost every canoe race, I nearly burnt my eyebrows off last time I was in the forge, and my team hasn’t won a game of capture the flag this entire month—” 

“I know,” you interrupted. “I’m in your cabin.” 

“So you know how bad my luck’s been lately!” he exclaimed with a gesture. “It— it was embarrassing, but now it’s just pathetic.” 

“You know I can’t fix it, right?” you said wryly. “I’m not my mom.” 

“That’s what Annabeth said,” Luke mumbled. “But— but I’ve seen the way you live—you’ve got luck on tap! Your strawberries are always the ripest, you somehow find drachmas on the ground, and your volleyball serves are better than anyone’s.”

“I play varsity back home,” you said. “No luck needed.”

“Still,” he emphasized, “you’re naturally lucky. You’ve literally got it in your DNA, and I’m fresh out of it. That’s gotta be worth something.” 

“Not really.” You crossed your arms. “So what do you think I can do about this?” 

Luke shrugged. “I dunno. Say something?" 

You barely managed to stifle a laugh. “Like what?” 

“Pray to Tyche,” he said. “You’re her only kid here—she’s gotta be listening.” 

You bit back your smile as you shook your head. “Fine. Just for you.” 

“Thank you,” Luke sighed, watching with bated breath as you cleared your throat, closed your eyes, and pressed your hands together. 

“Tyche, dearest mother, goddess of luck and fortune—I ask you to shine on Luke Castellan on this day. Smile upon my friend and break his very real curse. If you do this for him, in return, he will do all of my cabin chores for the next month.” 

When you opened your eyes, Luke looked quite unimpressed. “Very funny.” 

“Feel any luckier?” you asked with a smile as you started walking again. 

“I don’t think so,” he said, falling into step with you once more. “Especially because you’re putting conditions in your prayers. I didn’t know we could do that.” 

“My mom has a sense of humor,” you mused. “And I also think I might be her favorite.” 

“Not all of us have that privilege,” he said wryly. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he grabbed your arm to stop you.  

“I think I’ve got it,” Luke said. “How about a kiss?” 

Your eyebrows rose, but you couldn’t help showing your amusement. “Now it’s a kiss that’ll break your curse?” 

He shrugged. “Like I said—you’ve got luck in your DNA. Maybe you could pass that along.”  

“Really,” you said dryly. 

“I’ve kinda tried everything,” he said. “A kiss from a lucky and pretty girl is far from the worst option.” 

You chuckled. “You really know how to flatter ‘em.” 

“I try,” he grinned. “Are you up to it?” 

You bit your lip as you looked at Luke. Obviously, he was attractive—you’d always held an appreciation for his curls and the way they would constantly get in his eyes. He cut an impressive figure from constant, year-round training, and he even made the camp shirt look good. And gods, that damned smile got you. 

There were worse things than kissing you, and there were certainly worse things than kissing Luke Castellan. 

“Alright,” you sighed, taking a step forward. “Pucker up, Castellan.” 

Before you could really doubt yourself, you leaned forward and kissed him. You weren’t really expecting to actually… like it. 

Your first thought was that Luke’s lips were softer than they had any right to be. Your second thought was that his cologne was the scent always floating around the Hermes cabin. You didn’t really mind, though. 

Luke gently put his hand on the back of your head to keep you there, and the moment lasted much longer than you initially planned. You also didn’t mind, though your thoughts were far more muddled than they should’ve been when you finally managed to pull away. He seemed to have a gift for that. 

You felt your cheeks flush as you looked at him, not even trying to hide your smile. Turns out kissing Luke Castellan was actually pretty great. “Feel any luckier?” 

“Yeah,” he said with a soft grin, his eyes twinkling. You wondered if he had the same thought about you. “Yeah. I really do.” 

“I think that means it’s worked, then,” you said. 

Luke nodded with mock austerity. “We should probably stick together for the rest of the week, though. Just to make sure this bad luck goes away for good.” 

“You might be right,” you said. “And uh— you think you need an extra boost?” You glanced away as you bit back your smile. “Just to be safe and all. To really get rid of this curse.” 

“You know,” he drew your attention back to him as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and you leaned in closer. “I think I might.” 

[corroded-hellfire]

The Bunny and the Hair - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: All you want is a cute photo of your daughter in her bunny costume and a photo of the whole Munson family together. But nothing is simple when the children of Eddie Munson are involved

Note: Happy Easter! Thank you to my darlings @munson-blurbs and @offensiunculaee for helping me brainstorm ideas when the only thing in my head was Eliza dressed as a bunny 💕

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“Aww, come on sweet pea. Give me a smile.”

Your five-month-old daughter does the very opposite of that. It seems that Eliza Munson has somehow perfected the art of giving a piercing glare before mastering sitting up on her own without being a little wobbly. 

The fuzzy white bunny suit she’s in, hood with ears and all, paints the most adorable picture you’ve ever seen. It would be even cuter if she would flash a brief look of glee for a single photo. This Easter is warmer than it’s been in the last few years and it’s easy to understand that she’s getting hot, which is making her cranky. But you just want one good picture. 

“Just one little smile for Mommy? Please?” You raise the small silver camera to your eye before remembering that this new fancy one has a digital screen where you can see what the picture will look like without squinting through a little hole. 

Deciding to start snapping shots and see what happens, your forefinger presses the small shiny button that makes a soft click after click. A giggle bubbles out of you as you notice your baby getting grumpier and grumpier with each shot. A flipbook would be a perfect place to put these photos and flip through them to see Eliza Hulk-out in real time. 

She is getting officially fed up now. 

“Boys?” you ask, glancing over your shoulder to where your husband and sons stand, watching your attempt at an infant photo shoot. “Can you make her smile so I can get one good shot? Then I’ll get her out of that.”

If anything can make Eliza laugh, it’s her brothers. Particularly Luke, he likes to remind people. 

“Sure,” Ryan says, looking around for any prop to assist him. His brown eyes snag on the eggs on the coffee table, the ones you and the boys had been in the middle of preparing to be dyed before Eddie came out with Eliza in all her fluffy glory. “Hey! Liza! Watch this!” He catches the baby’s eye and picks up one of the boiled eggs and jumps up, pretending to crack it over Eddie’s head. It brings a small smile out of your daughter. 

“Hey, hey!” Luke says, waving his arms to attract his little sister’s attention. “Eliza, look!” The younger Munson boy grabs an egg and props one socked foot on the edge of the coffee table to leverage himself up high enough to copy Ryan’s actions.

“Oh, Luke, that one wasn’t–”

Your warning comes too late. The ten-year-old had picked up one of the eggs that had yet to be boiled in preparation for decorating. This comes to light when Luke crushes the egg over his father’s head and runny yolk and gooey egg whites plop down onto Eddie’s hair and drip down his frizzy curls. 

The air feels as if it’s been sucked out of the room. All eyes are on Eddie as his shoulders bunch up towards his ears and his jaw drops open, a small dollop of yellow yolk falling onto his salt-and-pepper scruff. It’s hard to tell how long the room is frozen, silent until—

Furious giggles come from behind you and it breaks the tension that kept the four of you rooted to your spots. You whip your head around to see Eliza laughing so hard that she loses her balance and flops down onto her side, unable to remain sitting up straight on her own. Quickly, you’re able to set her up right again and grab the camera getting a few shots of her, giddy as can be in her bunny suit. 

Relieved that’s taken care of, you now turn back to look back at your husband, who hasn’t moved a muscle. Neither has Luke. 

It’s obvious to you by the look on Eddie’s face that he can tell that it was an accident, but your son is wide-eyed in fear, clearly not getting the same sense. 

“E-Eliza, say bye-bye to Luke cause Dad is gonna kill me,” Luke says softly, never taking his bright blue eyes from his father’s egg-covered form. 

Eddie takes a step towards Luke slowly, clearly wanting to keep Luke in suspense until the last second, before he wipes a large glob of the sticky egg goo from his own hair and rubs it into the little boy’s messy curls. A maniacal laugh erupts from deep within Eddie as he tugs Luke against his chest, not letting his son get away as he squirms and squeals, trying to escape the shared messiness. Despite his protests, when Luke pulls back and looks up at his dad, he’s laughing. 

Watching the two of them in amusement, you put your hands on your hips and shake your head. Never a dull moment with the Munson men. The two of them continue to rub egg on one another as you turn towards the only clean boy in the house.

“Ryan, can you go get Eliza out of her costume? Last thing we need is her overheating.”

“Yeah, you get cranky enough already,” Ryan tells his baby sister as he scoops her up. Eliza gives a little harumph, but you think that’s more from the way the twelve-year-old holds onto her tightly than offense at his words. 

You set the camera down on the coffee table, making sure it isn’t near any of the eggs.

“Damn,” you say. “Forgot to get a family picture.”

“We’ll take one when Ry and Eliza come back out,” Eddie says, dodging Luke’s sticky fingers. 

“That’s gonna look great with you two looking like you fell in a vat of slime,” you say with a laugh. 

Your husband and his mini me only continue to get messier until you hear Ryan’s footsteps coming back down the hall toward the living room. The moment your eyes land on your daughter’s new ensemble, you have to do a double take. Eliza is beaming in her brother’s arms, wearing her bright pink bathing suit covered in large, white polka dots. 

Left speechless, your eyes widen and you’re only able to gesture with your hands towards the swimsuit.

Ryan shrugs as he hefts his sister up on his hip. “She grabbed it when I opened her drawer. And you said you didn't want her overheating.”

Your gaze slides from Eliza, over to Luke and Eddie, then back to Ryan.

“You and I are going to be the ones who stick out in the Easter picture,” you tell your oldest. “We look normal.”

“You mean we don’t look normal?” Luke asks, jumping on his dad’s back and scrunching up the man’s eggy curls. 

Sighing and shaking your head in amusement, you snatch up the camera and fiddle with it until you set the timer for three minutes. The entertainment unit is the perfect height to rest the camera so it can get a good shot of the whole family. You set it on the shelf right above the television and nod your family over toward where the lens is facing.

Eddie, still sporting Luke as a backpack, walks over and stands on your right. Ryan, carrying a still-beaming Eliza tucks into your left side. It’s impossible not to look over the gang around you, letting out a laugh as you take in the chaotic bunch.

“Smile!” Luke instructs everyone.

Eddie slips his hand around your waist and pulls your side flush up against his, squishing some of the egg whites against you, causing you to let out a squeal of laughter just as the flash of the camera goes off. Your husband grins and presses a big wet kiss on your cheek

“Now that picture’s gonna be a keeper,” he says. 

[wintfleur]

can we have a blurb of stella and her siblings when there younger, maybe stella getting hurt?

ꔫ broken bratz dolls and hello kitty band-aids

°. — pairings ( Estella Hughes oc! X siblings! Hughes brothers )

°. — details ( g; fluff, little bit of angst, siblings being siblings. w; mentions of blood and sibling fights, Stella being the cutest, Jack just having a emotional moment, Luke being Stella’s protector, and Quinn being a tired big brother. wc; 2k )

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°. — ( Stella is 5, Luke is 6, Jack is 8, Quinn is 10 )

°. — ( feel free to send any requests of things you would like to see in this series, or if you just want to share some thoughts! I would absolutely love that! Please comment if you would like to be added to the tag list! )

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It was a regular day for the four Hughes siblings. The two eldest brothers were dressed in their favorite jerseys and hockey gear as they practiced shooting. The youngest brother was playing with his dump trucks in the dirt, and Stella was playing in the grass with her bratz dolls, she was wearing a pink sundress that matched with her cloe doll. Her hair was a mess, she had asked Luke to try to recreate the ponytails one of her dolls had with her hair. 

“And Jack Hughes scores” Jack cheers after his goal, a big smile on his lips and even though Quinn was annoyed that he scored on him the older brother couldn't help but smile too as Jack celebrates. Stella paid no attention to her cheering brother as she moved from the grass to the driveway, looking for the missing guitar for her doll. Her eyes light up when she sees it laying in the middle of the driveway, it must have fallen out of her basket when she ran from Luke who was chasing her with a handful of dirt earlier. 

“Watch my sick celly” Jack shouts at Quinn, holding his stick out and spinning around. The grin on Jack's face from scoring quickly vanishes at the horrifying sound of the toe of his hockey stick smacking against something as he spins around. Stella was so caught up in her own imagination to notice her brother and his stick until it's too late. Jack’s eyes widen in fear as he watches Stella fall back on her butt, the doll in her hands falling and breaking. Her favorite doll. 

Quinn and Luke's eyes are immediately drawn to the loud sound of the smack and their eyes widen at the sight of their little sister on the ground of the driveway and Jack standing in front of her with his hockey stick in the air. The three brothers watch as blood starts to drip down from her quivering lip and down her now red chin, her big brown eyes are immediately filled with tears that quickly roll down her face. She silently cried for a few seconds as she was still in shock, but her brothers watched as she brought her dirty hands to cover her bloody lip, loud sobs leaving her body. It happened so fast. 

Quinn immediately skated to her side, dropping down to his knees and trying to pry her dirty hands from her face. He muttered reassuring words to Stella, trying to convince her to move her hands so he could see but she just cried harder. Quinn looked at Jack who still stood there in shock, there was so much blood coming from her lip and dripping down her face and onto her pink dress, Quinn shouted at Jack to go get mom. 

Jack quickly nodded and dropped his stick, turning around and quickly skating towards the front door. Luke, who was watching the scene with a look of fear, turns into a look of anger as he drops his toy truck and rushes to his feet, a sound of surprise and pain leaving Jack's lips when he's jumped on from behind. Jack lets out a cry of pain when he feels his chin get cut on the driveway at the impact. 

“Get off me” Jack screeches at Luke, a shout of pain follows when Luke tugs on Jack's hair, his knee digging into his back. Quinn looks at his brothers in disbelief, yelling at them to stop. Luke, who was angry at Jack for hurting Stella, doesn't stop his attack. Stella starts to sob louder, absentmindedly leaning against Quinn as Jack and Luke continue to shout at each other. Quinn tries to calm Stella but he himself was getting overwhelmed, thankfully the shouts of Jack and Luke got the attention of their mother who was getting ready to start on dinner. 

 “What is going on here” Ellen shouted as she rushed out of the house, she left her children alone for 5 minutes to preheat the oven and she's welcomed back with a brawl. Ellen moves to her two youngest sons and pulls an angry Luke off a crying jack. “Luke, get off your brother now!” 

“Mom!” Quinn shouts her name to get her attention. Ellen looks away from her sons and a worried gasp leaves her lips at the sight of her bleeding and crying daughter. She rushes over to her only daughter; she didn't hear Stella's cries over her son's shouts. “It's okay, let me see” Ellen coos as she pulls Stella's hands from her face, Ellen holds in her wince at the sight and moves her hands under Stella's armpits to pick her up and bring her to her chest. 

“Inside you two, i expect a good explanation on what happened” Ellen scolds her two youngest boys as she rushes a still crying stella into the house. Quinn helps Jack up from the ground while a glaring Luke follows after Stella and their mom, Jack pushes Quinn's hand off him and quickly wipes off his tears before shouting at Quinn. “I’m a terrible brother! Luke and Stella hate me!”  

“They don't hate you” Quinn starts but before he could finish comforting his brother, Jack quickly skates off into the open garage, jack pressing on the button to close the garage behind him. Quinn sighs and takes off his skates before entering the house through the front door, he knows jack would need a moment to himself, he was an emotional boy. 

Quinn hears the sound of Stella's crying as he walks into the kitchen. Stella was sitting on the counter with Luke by her side, holding her hand while their mom stood in front of her and tried to clean the blood off her face so she could clean the cut and bandage it. Stella's eyes go to Quinn, and she immediately cries out for her big brother “Quinny it hurts.” 

“I know but moms gonna fix it all up and it won't hurt anymore” Quinn spoke softly as he moved to his mother's side, holding onto Stella's other hand. Stella squeezes her brother's hand tightly when Ellen starts to clean the cut. Stella sniffles and blinks away her tears “Promise?” 

“I promise” Quinn promises, softly squeezing her hand back. Ellen smiles proudly at her eldest child, before pulling out Stella's favorite band aids. Jack quietly walked into the kitchen, and he felt even more guilty as he watched his mom fix up Stella's lip and chin. He honestly didn't mean to hurt her, he would never! Jack makes eye contact with Luke who is already glaring at him. Yeah, he felt really guilty. 

Jim was not expecting this sight when he walked into the living room after he got home from work. It was oddly quiet in the house, and that was rare.  His four children were sitting side by side on the couch, Luke sat at the end of the couch with his arms crossed and a glare on his face. Sitting to his left was Stella, she was now in a new dress and her chin and lip was decorated with her favorite hello kitty band aids. 

On Stella's other side was Quinn who was holding her hand as she rested her head on his shoulder. Then there was Jack who sat on the other side of Quinn, his arms were crossed as well as he angrily looked down at his socks. Jack, who looked up once his dad walked into the living room could be seen with a pink hello kitty band aid on his chin. 

“What's going on here?” Jim asked his wife and children, moving to stand by his wife's side. Ellen was standing in front of their children, just finished questioning their kids about what had occurred outside. Ellen greeted her husband with a smile and crossed her arms as she looked back at her kids “Why don't you guys tell your father what happened, hmm.” 

None of the kids spoke up, Quinn sat there as still as a statue as Stella snuggled closer to him and hid her face in his shoulder. Luke kept on giving Jack the side eye with a glare on his face and Jack refused to look up from his dinosaur patterned sock covered feet. Ellen sighed and tilted her head to look at her husband, telling him what had happened between their children. 

“Luke, why did you hit your brother?” Jim questioned his youngest son, crossing his arms as well. It wasn't like Luke to start fights with his siblings, especially physical ones. Jack rolled his eyes while Quinn turned his head to look at his youngest brother, curious on what he was going to say. Luke sent jack an accusatory glare before looking up at his parents “He made stella cry and break her doll.” 

Jack's jaw and fists clench as he listens to Luke retell the story of him hitting Stella with his stick, he felt tears of anger form in his eyes the more Luke talked. Jack couldn't hold it in anymore, he jumped to his feet and shouted out emotionally “It was an accident” Jack continued to speak loudly as fresh tears rolled down his face, his fists clenched at his side “I didn't mean to hurt you stella! I’m really sorry, and I’m sorry i broke your doll ⸺ I’ll sell all my toys and get you a new one!” 

Luke and Quinn’s eyes widened at their brother's outburst, and Luke started to feel guilty as he watched his older brother break down. Ellen moved to step towards Jack so she could comfort her son, her heart hurting at the sight of him crying so hard. But before Ellen could reach out to pull Jack into her arms, someone beat her to it. 

The rest of the family watched as Stella tried her best to wrap her arms around Jack's waist, resting her chin on Jack's chest and looking up at him with her brown doe eyes. Jack was quick to hug her back tightly as she spoke in her soft voice “It’s okay jacky i know you didn't mean to, please don't cry.” 

Quinn nudged Luke's shoulder causing the youngest brother to give him an annoyed look. Quinn mouthed at Luke to apologize to Jack, Luke huffed before he got off the couch and moved over to his brother and sister, Quinn rolling his eyes at Luke's dramatics. Luke lets out a loud groan and opens his mouth to complain when Jack pulls him into joining their hug but closes his mouth at the look Stella gave him before she turned her head to Quinn, her eyes begging him to join their group hug. 

Quinn shakes his head no, but he lets out a defeated sigh and stands up once Stella pulls out her signature move of her puppy dog eyes and quivering lip. Stella smiles triumphantly and pulls her eldest brother into the hug, smiling happily at the feeling of her and Jack being smushed into the middle of the hug. 

“So, you and Luke don't hate me?” Jack asks but it comes out muffled since his face was being smushed into Quinn's chest. Stella giggles and luke shakes his head, luke mumbles “I don't hate you jack, but you said to beat up anyone who makes stell cry” Stella moves her head from luke’s chest and gives jack a toothy smile “I don't hate you jacky, but you have to get me a new dress too!” 

Ellen smiles and leans against her husband's side, the parents watching as their kids continue to hug and listen as Stella excitedly talks about the new pink dress she wanted. Ellen kisses Jim’s cheek and whispers “C’mon let's go finish up dinner” the parents leave the living room, but none of the kids notice, they were too caught up in their new conversation. 

Jim and Ellen finished making the family their dinner as they listened to their children talk and laugh from the living room, grateful to be raising such good children.

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[mikkomacko]

can we get a blurb on luke and reader from him and i?

Luke didn’t do it on purpose, really. He’s usually very attentive. He cares a lot about the Devs and their success, about the family Nico’s created.

But at the same, he is only human.

When he got up in the middle of the meeting it was just to go to the bathroom. He drank an ice coffee before it started and now his bladder was basically throbbing.

So he excused himself, ignored Nico’s gaze on him as he ducked out of the room during Jonas’s review of the bars profits this month. Luke doesn’t even need to know the profits. He doesn’t work at the bar. He just drinks there.

Afraid of being scolded for taking too long, he practically sprints down the hall, past the living room and kitchen. He’s rushing back down the hall to return to the meeting when he realizes you’re in the kitchen.

And something awfully good smelling is in there with you too.

Stomach rumbling, he peeks his head into the doorway. You’re at the island counter, a blue apron tied around your waist that reads “kiss the cook” in flowy, cursive letters.

A pot is boiling on the stove behind you, big, steaming bubbles releasing whatever that wonderful smell is into the air. Luke’s mouth waters. You finish chopping some carrots, picking up a tiny piece and reaching down to feed it to the drooling dog sitting politely by your feet.

If you’re willing to feed it to the dog, you’d feed it to him too. And he can be quick, just duck in, ask for a couple bites, and leave. He won’t miss much of the meeting, really.

“Hey,” he says sweetly, padding into the kitchen on soft feet. You look up, smiling across the island counter when you see him.

“Hi, you hungry?”

Oh, a girl after his heart, you are. Smiling innocently, he nods and slips into the bar stool across from you.

“That’s good because I’ve been learning new recipes all week and I think Nico is tired of eating them.”

You turn to the fridge, ducking down to grab a stack of containers and Luke’s mouth waters at the glimpses of beautiful cakes and desserts he catches.

“Who could ever get tired of your cooking?” He asks and he’s completely serious. Luke would take it to his grave, but he thinks your food is even better than his mom’s.

Scoffing, you dig a fork out of the drawer and slide him the tower of desserts. Luke is quick to pop open the first one, a beautiful slice of chocolate mousse cake greeting him.

He digs in, practically moaning around the bite and the dog toddles over to sit by him with big brown and begging eyes.

“So,” you drag out expectantly, clasping your hands together. “What do you think?”

~~~~

“Where the fuck is Luke?”

Bratter shrugs, looking around the room for the youngest Hughes boy but coming up empty. Nico had seen him leave 30 minutes ago, assuming the kid was just popping out for a moment.

Now it looks like he’s ditched the whole meeting.

Nico scoffs, leaving Timo to finish up closing remarks and exiting the room. He’s immediately stopped by the smell of whatever you’re cooking up in the kitchen, and knows exactly where Luke is.

The kid can eat three times his body weight in food a day, and even then have room for snacks.

Moving to the kitchen, he’s not at all surprised to find Luke sat at the counter with you feeding him every bit of leftovers from the fridge.

“Hughes,” Nico barks, meaner than he actually should be but sometimes he’s gotta scare this kid or he’ll never listen. Luke straightens out, whipping around in the chair to look at Nico with wide, terrified eyes.

He’s got a fork hanging out of his mouth, some kind of frosting smeared in the corner. The kid starts mumbling something through his mouthful, tripping over his words and Nico slips further into the room.

“Oh don’t do that,” you beg, interrupting Nico’s scolding with those bright and beautiful eyes he loves so much. “He’s just a kid Nico and he was hungry.”

Pretending to be annoyed, Nico crosses his arms over his chest. Unfazed, you pad up into him with that cute little apron tied around your frame and your hair in a messy clip on your head. You smell like good food and something warm, settling into the crevices of his lungs with familiarity.

He can’t be mad at you. Not when you’re looking at him like that and you’re so sweet to want to feed all the boys.

And fuck Nico for the way he suddenly falls to his knees every time you get motherly with the boys.

“Oh he was?” Nico goads and you run your palms up his chest, smiling prettily.

“How’s he supposed to learn if he’s hungry? He won’t be able to focus.”

Nico sighs, looking over at Luke who’s still slowly picking at the food in front of him. “Wash the dishes when you’re done.” He instructs, and Luke smiles gratefully, nodding.

“Boss,” he asks shyly, “can I stay for dinner?”

“No,” Nico says at the same time you coo “Of course you can Lukey!”

Luke’s gaze flickers between both of you, but Nico knows where he stands on this one so he dips his head in defeat.

Your smile widens so Nico can’t actually count this as a loss.

“Whatever,” he agrees, “I gotta a meeting to finish up.”

[holdmytesseract]

Hi love i wanted to request a drabble/blurb with tom hiddleston where he is getting ready with his pregnant wife for an event and she says something like i look like a whale or huge.....

Some reassurance, comfort and implied smut!!!!!!!

Nothing Less Than A Goddess

Tom Hiddleston x pregnant!Reader

Warnings: pregnancy stuff, insecurities, fluff, tiny bit suggestive smut

Word Count: blurb

a/n: Thank you for that sweet request, nonny! I hope you like what I came up with! 🤗

P.S. This gif is how I imagined him to look in that oneshot. 👀

You stood in the bedroom in your underwear, after just having stepped out of the shower. "Love, are you ready soon? Luke will be here in about twenty minutes." You heard your husband call out for you, from which you presumed to be the kitchen or living room.

"Umm, yeah, I, uh, need to get dressed and perhaps put on a little make-up, but beside that..." An answer came immediately. "Shall I help you, darling? Or do you get along alone?"

You wanted to think about Tom's offer for a moment, but your mouth was faster than your brain. "Yes, please!"

"Alright! Just let me take off my suit jacket and shoes again!"

Now you kind of had a guilty conscience.

"Babe, you don't have to get halfway undressed just to help-" But it was, of course, already too late. Tom appeared no minute later in the bedroom, just in a navy blue shirt and tie, matching navy blue suit trousers and - black socks. "Yes, I have to, darling. No excuses. It's my obligation to help you," Tom stated, while making his way over to you and pressing a soft kiss on your cheek; palms came to rest on your six-month baby bump. "After all, I'm this little bean's dad," he announced; wearing one of his dazzling smiles.

Well, that was true. He had a point.

You couldn't help but smile and placed your forearms on his shoulders; fingers buried in his long blond-brown locks. "Okay," you said; nodding. "Thank you." Tom smiled even wider and turned his head to press a soft kiss against the bare skin of your arm; his scruff slightly tickling and scratching you.

"Now, let me help you." You nodded and turned to pick up your matching white dress from the bed. Tom being the gentleman and caring husband he was, helped you even to step inside; making sure that you didn't lose your balance. Then he zipped the zipper of the dress up; warm fingertips brushing your skin. It sent a shiver down your spine.

Once you were fully dressed, you took a look at yourself in the full-length mirror. The dress was new. You had never worn it before. How could you, with the steadily growing baby within your womb? Impossible. That dress would fit you probably not even a month...

"And?" Tom stepped behind you; hands on your hips and pulling you against your chest. "What do you think?"

You bit your lip; giving yourself a once-over. You gently turned from side to side in his embrace; getting a look from each angle. "I-I, uh, I honestly don't know, Tommy... I mean, I like the dress. It's beautiful, but..." "But?"

You sighed; knowing that lying to your husband wouldn't work. "I... I feel like I look like a whale. I-I mean, I am huge..." You swallowed hard; feeling very insecure all of a sudden.

Behind you, Tom blinked in disbelief. "Apologies... What did you just say, darling?" "That, uh, that I look like a... whale..." Your voice was barely above a whisper. The words hadn't even left your lips entirely, when the Brit started to shake his head. "Oh, no, no, Mrs. Hiddleston. I see what you're doing - and it's not good. I won't let you walk down that dark path."

Tom turned you gently in his embrace; pointer finger and thumb cupping your chin. "Look at me, darling." You complied; your eyes meeting his stunning ones. "You are neither huge nor do you look like a whale. Do I need to remind you that you are pregnant and that it's more than normal for your body to change?" "Y-Yes, but-"

"Ah.Ah," Tom interrupted you immediately. "Apologies, darling, but no. No buts. If you are anything, then beyond beautiful. Stunning. The prettiest woman I have ever laid my eyes upon. Nothing less than a goddess." You gasped; feeling your heart skip a few beats. "A-A goddess?"

Tom nodded. "A goddess, yes. Your skin is glowing. You look more radiant than ever. Your curves are..." He took a short break; licking his lips and swallowing hard. "...absolutely delicious. Drop-dead sexy. To me, Y/N, you are even more attractive than you've already been. I can't take my eyes off you. Especially not since your pregnancy really started to show."

You were kind of overwhelmed by his words; not having expected this. "Y-You really think that?" You asked; still a bit uncertain.

Tom smiled; his other hand giving your hip a soft squeeze. "Darling, would I ever lie to you?"

Your eyes widened. "N-No! Of course not!" He kissed your forehead. "See?"

You blushed.

"Now do you believe me, or do I have to show you how much I desire your body, once we get back home tonight?"

You wetted your lips; suddenly feeling bold. Tom's words had finally gotten through. Especially the last ones.

"Hmm, perhaps, you should yes," you answered; hand playing with his tie. Tom chuckled darkly; his hand on your hip sliding down to give your ass a small, playful slap. "Gladly."

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[thedevilrisen]

Oooh can we get a blurb on Luke talking to Jack about nova after he meets her?

-🦆

Ducky Anon!

-

"Luke, it's 2am where you are, why are you calling me?" Jack had spoken into his phone.

"I had to make sure Mom couldn't hear me." Luke whispered into his phone, weary of his mother sleeping a few feet away from him.

"Why Moose?" Jack spoke perplexed.

"It's about a girl." Luke admitted, he found it a lot easier over the phone than in real life.

"Oh? Look at you Lukey, finally pulling chicks!" Jack spoke, a dig at his brother's previously very non-existent dating life.

"Shut up and be serious!" Luke had hissed back through the phone.

"Right, Sorry." Jack sighed, pleasantly surprised by Luke's choice to come to him instead of Quinn or their Mother who was with Luke at the event. "Tell me about her Moose."

And the speal began, there wasn't a detail that Nova had told Luke that Luke didn't tell Jack, her birthday, her hockey division, her incredible dislike for pumpkin soup. It went for litteral hours.

"- and she has these gorgeous brown eyes and two little bits of hair that she constantly tucks behind her ear. She made a joke about being blind so I assume she wears glasses or contacts.."

"Lukey."

"Yeah?"

"Your whipped bro."

"So what? OH! Also she loves being out on the water, she does it a lot with her dad at their home in Cole Harbour!"

"Cool."

"Oh and her dad is Sidney Crosby."

"WHA-" BEEP. BEEP. BEEP

[livlaughloveluke]

⋆˚࿔ 𝗟𝗨𝗞𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗡 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 !

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→ 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

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give you the world- daughter of poseidon! reader, fluff ☆

bewitched - daughter of aphrodite! reader, fluff

why i love you- daughter of hades! reader, fluff

goddess- daughter of hera! reader, angst

night shift- child of dionysus! reader, fluff, angst, slight smut

p.1 // p.2

→ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

in a good way- daughter of hypnos! reader, fluff [headcannons] ☆

i thought you wanted to dance- child of hephaestus! reader, fluff [blurb]

saturn- daughter of poseidon! reader, fluff [headcannons]

must be love- demigod! reader, fluff [smau]

munch luke castellan- smut, mdni! [blurb]

luke castellan & his second in command- smut, mdni! [blurb]

pjo character tweets- demigod! reader, fluff [smau] p.1 // p.2

red wine supernova- brown! daughter of poseidon! reader x luke castellan, fluff [smau]

luke nsfw alphabet- smut, mdni! [headcannons]

loser!luke- smut, mdni! [blurb] p.1 // p.2 (p.2 is the actual smut)

→ 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

UPDATED series of moodboards based on your cabin…

cabin 1 (zeus) / cabin 2 (hera) / cabin three (posideon) / cabin 4 (demeter) / cabin 5 (ares) / cabin 6 (athena) / cabin 7 (apollo) / cabin 8 (artemis) / cabin 9 (hephaestus) / cabin 10 (aphrodite) / cabin 12 (dionysus)

minor goods coming soon…

OLD & SCRAPPED series of moodboards based on your cabin…

cabin 1 (zeus) / cabin 2 (hera) / cabin three (posideon) / cabin 4 (demeter) / cabin 5 (ares) / cabin 6 (athena) / cabin 7 (apollo) / cabin 8 (artemis) / (other gods not finished)

rockstar!luke castellan x rockstar!reader

camp half-blood with luke

based on the song “kiss me”

cowboy!luke ☆

based on “happiness is a butterfly”

cowboy!luke w/ cowgirl!reader

based on “how to disappear”

sea nymph!reader x luke

[babydollmarauders]

Omg obsessed with the new au

Does Jack ever wear one of those baby carriers that you like strap on to you? Imagine him walking around home or the store with it on!

i also have no idea if this was just a general question or a blurb, so i’ll be doing both for this one as well!

but he 100% does! he mostly uses it at home because he doesn’t take el out by himself too often, but when he does it’s usually on a morning where he doesn’t have practice and he’s letting y/n sleep in. so he’ll wear the baby carrier and take her with him to go grab breakfast from a bakery or go to the store and whatnot. and he doesn’t try to get one of the “manly” ones, he just uses the baby pink one that y/n uses with el and he absolutely just flaunts it!

———

it’s not often that i don’t wake up to a crying baby. El has a messy sleep schedule, usually waking up at 7am crying for a feeding, and then falls back asleep until around 10:30am. which means i get to go back to sleep for a couple more hours.

Jack is usually gone by the time she actually wakes up for the day. morning skates and practices making sure he leaves around 10am at the latest. but every once in a while, he has an off day.

today is one of those days.

i wake up to a silent apartment. Jack is absent from our bed, El missing from her crib when i go to check on her, which lets me know that he has her.

stepping back out into the hallway, i pass Luke’s closed door, his snores passing the wood and reaching my ears, causing a chuckle to pass from my lips. i continue to the living room, finding it empty.

it’s at this time that i hear the front door open and shut, Jack stepping into my line of sight. he holds a to-go bag in one hand, the logo of our favorite bakery printed on the brown paper, and a drink holder in the other, three cups snug inside it. El is propped in the pink baby carrier in his chest, her little hand reaching up and playing with the stubble on her fathers face.

“hey love, when did you wake up?” Jack asks me, beelining for the kitchen. he stops for a quick second as he passes me, pressing a kiss to my lips before continuing his course to the kitchen and dropping the bag of pastries on the counter. he places the drink holder carefully on the counter beside it.

he smiles down at the 7 month old strapped to his chest, taking her hand from his jaw and bringing it to his lips to place a kiss to her tiny fingers.

“just a couple minutes ago.” i tell him, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “you got breakfast?”

“yep!” he pulls an old fashioned donut out of the bag and sets it on a napkin for me before pulling a cup out of the holder. “donut and an iced caramel macchiato.”

i step over to the counter taking the items from him and pulling him in for a kiss. it doesn’t take more than a second for a little hand to wiggle it’s way between our lips, grabbing at Jack’s and making us both laugh.

“oh, you don’t like when we do that?” i tease El, sticking my fingers down to lightly tickle her neck, successfully making giggles bubble out of her.

i step back, taking a sip of my coffee and just admiring the sight of Jack, our daughter attached to his chest as he goes about his morning.

“i actually got you three donuts.” my husband tells me, pulling two more pastries out of the bag and sticking them on a plate.

i grin, setting my drink and food on the counter and cupping his face.

“oh you love me.” i tease. “you really love me.”

“was that not clear when i, ya know, vowed my love to you last year?” he laughs, leaning to press another kiss to my lips, careful to not bump El against my chest.

“eh. that was a little hazy. but this? this, has banished any of my doubts.” i joke and he shakes his head, chuckling at my words. i let my hands drop from his face and he takes that chance to step back.

“should we go wake up uncle Luke?” Jack looks down at El. “let’s go wake him up. see how cranky he gets!”

i chuckle as i watch him walk down the hallway, whispering to the baby in the carrier on his chest, predicting how Luke will react at his wake up call.

[scudevils]

STARTING GRID- masterlist

* marks smut & suggestive

❀ marks no longer writing for

MAX VERSTAPPEN

(MV1)

— prancing bulls

— blissful ignorance

— little white lie*

— play with fire*

— lavender and velvet

LANDO NORRIS

(LN4)

— champagne coast*

SEBASTIAN VETTEL

(SV5)

— till the sun comes up*

CHARLES LECLERC

(CL16)

— when it rains it pours

— shoulder to lean on

— perfect*

— butterflies*

— burning

— vienna*

— lavender and velvet*

MICK SCHUMACHER

(MS47)

nothing here yet!

CARLOS SAINZ ❀

(CS55)

— prancing bulls

— twisted*

OSCAR PIASTRI

(OP81)

nothing here yet!

OLLIE BEARMAN

(OB8)

nothing here yet!

ARTHUR LECLERC

(AL12)

nothing here yet!

JACK DOOHAN

(JD14)

nothing here yet!

RUBEN DIAS

(RD3)

nothing here yet!

MARTIN ODEGAARD

(MO8)

nothing here yet!

DOMINIK SZOBOSZLAI

(DS8)

nothing here yet!

LEVI COLWILL

(LC26)

— cooking with the colwills (blurb)

JOHN MARINO

(JM6)

— jersey boy*

NICO HISCHIER

(NH13)

— brown eyed boy (blurb)*

— that damn chain (blurb)*

— late night devil*

— blue is the colour*

MAT BARZAL

(MB13)

— cold hands*

LUKE HUGHES

(LH43)

— poison ivy*

QUINN HUGHES

(QH43)

— trouble*

— thick thighs save lives*

JACK HUGHES

(JH86)

nothing here yet!

SIDNEY CROSBY

(SC87)

nothing here yet!

[httpiastri]

🍈 - breaking down midhug with luke pls thank youuu

🍈 – send me a driver and a prompt from this list of hugging prompts, these touch starved prompts, or these kiss prompts, and i will write a short blurb for you!!

author's note: i came closer to blurb-length, and then i was completely off again lol! hope u enjoy this tho!! <33

3k celly !!

for some reason, despite the fact that he just knocked on your front door, luke is surprised when you open it just seconds later. what he was expecting, he doesn't know, but something makes his eyebrows rise at the sight.

that initial surprise is soon replaced with concern, though, when he takes in the sight of you. the bloodshot eyes, the deep bags under them, and the way the corners of your mouth hang down in an unusual way. and especially, the way your face doesn't light up like it most often does when you see him.

he reaches out to place a hand on your upper arm just as you speak up. "what's going on?" you ask, as if it's the most unnatural thing in the world to see your boyfriend outside your door. maybe if you'd checked your phone anytime today, you'd seen any of his ten texts of him wondering if he could come over tonight.

luke frowns at this. "i should be asking you the same thing," he counters, hand moving up to caress your cheek instead. "you haven't returned any of my texts or calls all weekend. did something happen?"

you put on a lighthearted smile, brushing away a few strands of hair that have fallen out of your messy bun and into your face. "i've just been studying. forgot to check my phone." luke, however, notices how the smile doesn't really meet your eyes, and when your gaze falls to the side, something in his chest tightens. you both remain still for a few moments before he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

"are you going to invite me in, or..."

the question has you flinching slightly before you nod, holding your door open for him as he steps into your dorm room.

luke knows you aren't the most neat person in the world, but what he's met by when he enters your room is on a new level. books on all open spaces, note-filled papers spilling down from the tables and onto the floor, with cap-less highlighters scattered atop it all. "love," he starts, picking up a few stray snack papers from the floor. "when was the last time you took a break? or had a real meal?"

you cross your arms over your chest, slight embarrassment spreading across your face as you watch the brit try to clean up at least some of your mess. "three years ago," you say with a weak chuckle, one that isn't good enough for you to even believe in it yourself, and lean back against the counter of your tiny kitchen.

luke just nods, organizing some abandoned papers in piles based on what subject they seem to be in. "good thing i ordered food here, then."

"you did?" you gasp. "really?"

"chinese. is that alright?" he sets the papers down on a table, turning his head to catch you nodding to him. "it should be here in... ten or fifteen minutes."

"thank you," you say, pushing yourself off the counter to strut over to him. "you're the best, actually."

you slip into his embrace so easily, the feeling of his arms around your shoulders easing the tension in them instantly. "hey..." luke starts, a soft sigh following his words. "i know you like to think that you need to study every second you're awake, and... i know there's some little voice inside your mind telling you that all kinds of things will happen if you don't ace these exams. but..."

his words already leave you feeling like your knees will give out any second. he's always been able to see right through you, read you like an open book, and known exactly what to say. and today is no exception.

"i want you to remember that you need to take some breaks, too. you won't learn anything if you just go non-stop all the time." he pauses for a moment to squeeze you a little tighter in his hold. "plus, you deserve to take breaks. you deserve to go easier on yourself."

something snaps inside you at his last few words.

it's not often you cry in front of luke, but you can't hold the tears back right now. it's like everything is pouring out of you; the stress of your exams, the pain of not seeing luke in several days, and the fear of not being good enough. it's all such a heavy burden to carry on your shoulders – and knowing that you have your boyfriend here to take care of you makes you so thankful and so overwhelmed, all at the same time.

luke hears your little sniffles and feels the warm tears on his skin when you hide your face in his neck, and he answers them by brushing a soothing hand up and down your side. "let's have some proper food and relax a little, hm?" he reaches down to press a kiss to your temple. "does that sound good?"

"perfect."

[wintersoldierslover]

my fic recs masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

all bucky barnes

headcanon  -  blurb  -  one-shot  -  series - two-parter

40s  -  The Winter Soldier  -  Avenger  -  TFATWS

dbf!bucky  -  brother’s bff  -  bff’s brother

neighbour  -  housewife reader

lumberjack  -  firefighter  -  bodyguard

priest bucky  -  college

football player  -  hockey player  -  boxer

professor  -  teacher  -  librarian/bookshop

coffee shop  -  soulmate  -  royal

other AUs  -  taboo

moodboard  -  deactivated:(

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Stranger Things characters:

all eddie munson  -  all steve harrington

eddie and steve (x reader)

billy hargrove  -  jason carver  -  mike wheeler

dmitri enzo antonov  -  jim hopper

robin buckley  -  nancy wheeler

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Outer Banks Characters:

all Rafe Cameron

all JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)

Pope Heyward  -  Topper Thorton

John B.  -  Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

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Marvel characters:

Wanda Maximoff  -  Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff  -  Yelena Belova

Peter Parker  -  Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers  -  Stephen Strange

Frank Castle  -  Matt Murdock 

Moon knight  -  Steven Grant

Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton

Loki Laufeyson  -  Druig

Eddie Brock  -  Miles Morales

Miguel O’hara  -  Hobie Brown

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Harry Potter characters:

Sirius Black  -  Remus Lupin 

James Potter  -  Poly!Marauders

Lily potter  -  Cedric Diggory

George Weasley  -  Fred Weasley

Severus Snape  -  Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:

neteyam  -  aonung  -  lo’ak

rotxo  -  kiri  -  spider

jake sully  -  neytiri  -  tsu’tey

tonowari  -  ronal  -  colonel quaritch

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Top Gun chracters:

Fanboy  -  Hangman  -  Rooster  -  Bob

Iceman

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Wednesday characters:

Xavier Thorpe  -  Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams  -  Divina

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Bridgerton characters:

Anthony Bridgerton  -  Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Criminal Minds characters:

Spencer Reid  -  Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

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The Last of Us characters:

Joel Miller  -  Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

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The Devil All The Time characters:

Tommy Matson  -  Lee Bodecker

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Uncharted characters:

Nate Drake  -  Sam Drake

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Euphoria characters:

Elliot (Euphoria)  -  Fezco

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On My Block characters:

Mario Martinez  -  Oscar Diaz

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Modern Family characters:

Luke Dunphy  -  Alex Dunphy

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Ted Lasso:

Roy Kent  -  Jamie Tartt

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NHL players:

Matthew Ktachuk  -  Trevor Zegras

Nolan Patrick  -  Tyler Seguin

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Actors:

Sebastian Stan  -  Joseph Quinn

Jamie Campbell Bower  -  Danny Ramirez

Drew Starkey  -  Rudy Pankow

Ben Hardy  -  Bella Ramsey

Jenna Ortega

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Miscellaneous characters:

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz  -  Marcus Baker

Rodrick Heffley  -  Hunter Sylvester

Lloyd Hansen  -  Ari Levinson

Nick Fowler  -  Tangerine

Rhett Abbott  -  Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’

Colin (Not Okay)  -  Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)

Ash (No Exit)  -  James Maguire (Derry Girls)

Jake Peralta  -  Nick Miller  -  Brian O’conner

Anakin Skywalker  -  Bruno Madrigal

Tadashi Hamada  -  Kakashi Hatake

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Miscellaneous real people:

Billie Eilish  -  AEW Hook

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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3

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Notes: this blurb is apart of an au if anyone is confused

: im finally back after a week to continue this story, this is just a little blurb but its where it really all begins so enjoy!!<3

Penelope parked her car in the Hughes drive way, heart beating and hands sweaty. She never ended up going to the lake house last summer due to family issues so she hasn’t seen the Hughes family in a while due to their hockey schedule and her school schedule, especially Luke since he recently made his nhl debut and played his first game in the nhl.

The last time she saw luke was a few weeks before last summer when she went to go say thank you, yeah she tried to watch some games but it wasn’t always as easy with her schedule.

She walked up to the door unlocking it with the key Quinn had given her a few years back. The house looked more organized now, with hockey and boat decor filling the walls.

She heard voices coming from the pool room.

Penelope turned the corner deciding to walk towards the room.

“You scratched!” Quinn yelled at a certain someone before shifting his gaze to Penelope.

“P?” He said shocked before rushing over to her and pulling her into a hug, “when did you get here!” He said pulling away looking at her.

“Just now,” she laughed.

“Penelope?” A voice said, she examined the brown haired boy with ocean blue eyes and brown stubble across his chin.

“Hi Jack,” she said lightly laughing at his reaction as he pulled her into a hug, “You look older now,”

“So do you!” he said examining her once more before pulling away rushing down the hall.

She shook her head and laughed before facing Quinn again and falling back into conversation.

Only a few minutes into their conversation she heard Jack speak again, “look,” he spoke to someone causing her to turn around.

Only then was she met with a curly haired brunette with the prettiest hazel eyes, he looked taller, more fit then she last seen him.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him, almost embarrassingly.

Quinn and Jack both gave each other a look at the twos silence.

“Hi Penny,” Luke said grinning widely.

“Hi Luke,” she letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

[corroded-hellfire]

I’m sorry for getting distracted like ten times before sending this but tbh it’s kinda your fault <3

Imagine you’re sitting in the backyard with Eddie while watching the kids run around and Eddie starts talking about how happy and thankful he is for the life he has now. He gets emotional with you and even starts to cry and I just wanna see him cry happy tears. LET MY BOY BE HAPPY.

Your wish is my and @munson-blurbs’s command our darling wife 💚

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[As You Wish masterlist]

Autumn in Hawkins is…well, like any other time in Hawkins, but with a crisp bite in the air. The leaves that budded in the spring and held a lively green in the summer are now beginning to turn brown, curling in on themselves as they fall off of the trees. The sun dips behind the clouds earlier and earlier, bringing many of the town’s residents inside their homes for the night. 

But not your family. 

You and Eddie sit side by side on the porch swing, watching your kids run around the backyard. All three of them—four, if you count Luke’s dog—are playing a rousing game of tag. Ryan and Luke have teamed up against Eliza and Patch. It isn’t much of a fair fight, considering your daughter is only three years old and the dog doesn’t have a clue about what’s happening, but no one is complaining. 

Eddie’s hand finds your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “This is pure chaos,” he whispers in your ear. 

“Insanity,” you agree. Eliza shrieks giddily as Ryan picks her up and slings her over his shoulder. There was a time where you could carry Ryan; now, he’s sixteen-years-old and turning into a young man. It was as though the years had slipped through your fingers without you realizing. “What were we thinking, adding another one into this mix?”

Instinctively, Eddie splays his palm over your stomach. You’re only a month along and aren’t close to showing yet, but he still feels that protectiveness over you. 

“Four kids and a dog,” he muses, shaking his head. “This is your fault, y’know?”

“My fault?”

Eddie nods, a serious look on his face. “Oh, yes. It was two against two when we just had the boys. But then you had to be so damn perfect, and so I had to give you a baby.” He presses a kiss to your cheek. 

“And what about this one?” You glance at where his hand rests. “Is that my fault, too?”

“Absolutely.” Eddie grins. “I mean, you looked so beautiful pregnant with Eliza. How could I possibly let that be a one-time thing?”

You’re about to protest that it was actually a nine-month thing, but you’re interrupted by Patch barking excitedly. 

The brown and white puppy runs as fast as his little legs will take him, doing laps around the three kids. He seems content when Eliza is put back down on the ground, and he can go over and check on her.

“I’m okay!” Eliza comforts with a breathless laugh. 

She pets Patch on the head as he sniffs all over her small legs and feet. Luke snatches his little sister, and though he doesn’t pick her up off the ground, he holds her prisoner against his chest.

“Whatcha gonna do now, Patch?” he teases. “Remember, I’m the one who feeds you!”

Eliza squeals and wriggles against the fourteen-year-old’s chest. Ryan decides to take the attention off both of his siblings and plop down on the grass right next to Patch.

The plan works perfectly as the Australian Shepherd and Labrador mix abandons both younger Munsons and climbs onto Ryan’s chest.

Eddie chuckles from next to you. When you turn to look at him, an infectious grin has you joining in his laughter.

“We’re raising some great kids, huh?” he muses, still watching them.

“Let’s hope this next one turns out just as amazing,” you say, squeezing your hand over Eddie’s where it’s perched on your stomach. 

He turns his hand around to lace his fingers with yours before bringing your hand up to his mouth. His soft, yet slightly chapped lips press kisses from your knuckles all the way to the inside of your wrist. The two of you may have been together for over six years now, but the display of affection still makes you dizzy with giddiness. 

“I keep wondering about how they’re going to react,” Eddie says, nodding towards your children out on the lawn. “I think I’ve imagined them responding in every possible way.”

“Can I be the one to say it to them?” you ask. It feels a little silly, but the idea of getting to say the words “you’re going to have a baby brother or sister” to them fills you with glee.

“Of course, princess.” 

It’s quiet for a few minutes as the two of you watch Eliza demonstrate to Patch how to roll over. Luke pretends to give his little sister a treat from his pocket and the girl playfully growls at him.

“Do you think Luke will wanna name this new baby?” you ask Eddie as his thumb lazily strokes the back of your hand.

“God, I hope not,” he admits with a breathy chuckle. “He’s been obsessed with WWE lately. We’ll have to name it John Cena.”

You giggle and rest your head on your husband’s shoulder. Man, this pregnancy was already hitting you with the exhaustion. 

“Well, Eliza would probably pick Hercules or Megara,” you point out. “Not much better.”

Eddie leans in and kisses your forehead. “Maybe we have to institute a ‘no wrestlers and no cartoon characters’ rule this time.”

“But then Eliza wouldn’t be Eliza,” you point out. It was Ryan who had chosen the name while watching The Wild Thornberries. “So, we might have to make an exception if needed.”

“Fair enough.” 

Before you can set any more ground rules, Luke calls out from the grass:

“Attention, lady and gentledad! The Amazing Eliza and her fearless pup, Patch, would like to perform their death-defying spectacular!”

You sit up a bit, watching as Eliza crouches on her hands and knees. Luke fishes a slice of bologna out of his pants pocket—you’re not sure how long it’s been in there, and you’re not sure you want to—and stands on one side of his sister. 

On her other side, Ryan holds Patch in his arms, the Aussiedor wriggling in anticipation of his snack. 

“And now,” Luke bellows, “we will release the beast!”

With that, your oldest son places Patch on the grass. Before all paws even touch down, the dog bolts towards Luke, leaping over Eliza with surprising grace. 

Eliza jumps up, excitement written all over her cherubic face. “Mommy! Daddy! Did you see that? Did you see me and Patch?”

“We sure did, sweet pea.” You look over at Eddie to gauge his reaction, only to see that his eyes are glassy. The kids are already plotting Patch’s next trick when you ask your husband what’s wrong. 

Eddie shakes his head, swiping at a tear that managed to escape. “I was just thinking about how much they smile,” he says softly. “Especially the boys. It wasn’t always this way.”

You lace your fingers with his. “I know.” You remember the early days of babysitting Ryan and Luke. They walked on eggshells around Brittany, always prepared to be dismissed or outright rejected. Each “I’m too busy to play with you,” extinguished a little more light in their eyes. 

“I love you,” Eddie murmurs. “I love you for so many reasons, but I love you most of all for bringing joy back into our lives again. For reminding us how a family should be.”

Another tear rolls down his cheek as he takes in the unconditional love that surrounds him. You reach over with your free hand and wipe the tear away with your thumb. 

“Every smile and little giggle from those boys has brought me so much joy ever since I met them. Seeing their general happiness grow over these last ten years has been a highlight of my life.”

You bring Eddie’s hand up and press a few soft kisses against the back of it. 

“And now there’s another infectious laughter added to the mix,” Eddie says with a teary chuckle as Eliza’s wild giggle floats over to you on a crisp breeze. 

“And another one soon, I’m sure,” you say, placing a hand on your lower abdomen. “I can’t picture this kid having less than an enchanting laugh.”

Eddie sniffles and nods his head. “We’re all so lucky to have you here. The best mom and the best wife.”

“Not to mention that loving and attentive father our lucky babies have. You don’t give yourself enough credit for how happy you make all of us,” you tell him. 

He tries to shrug it off, but you’re persistent. 

“It’s true! Every laugh and smile I saw from the boys in the early days was because of you. You’re the reason they had light in their lives those grade school years. And you’re the reason Eliza is as stubborn as a mule, but still the greatest kid who is full of love and laughter. And then there’s me.” You rest your chin on his shoulder and look up at him through your lashes. “I’ve never felt so safe before. So safe and loved. And I get to goof off and laugh everyday with my best friend. Cause I’m lucky enough that I got to marry my best friend.”

Eddie’s tears are coming in harder now. It brings a smile to your face, though, to know he realizes just how loved every single person in this family is. That the love only grows stronger every day and soon there will be a new little person to give and receive even more love in the Munson house. 

Your husband clears his throat and rubs over his eyes with the sleeve of his black zip-up hoodie. 

“Dad?” you hear Luke say, approaching closer. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie assures him as he tries to make sure any trace of tears is gone. “I’m okay.”

“Then why were you crying?” Eliza gasps out as she runs over to the two of you. 

“Just happy,” Eddie responds, picking the three-year-old up and setting her in his lap. “I’ve got the greatest wife and kids in the world.”

“And dog,” Luke adds as Patch trots his way over. “Patch is the best.”

“And Patch,” Eddie agrees with a chuckle. 

The puppy puts his front two paws on the porch swing next to you and you take the hint. You bend over and pick up the precocious canine, who happily makes himself comfortable in your lap. 

Ryan comes over and sprawls out on the grass at the edge of the stone patio. He stares up at the rest of you and lets out a content sigh. 

“Dad’s a big old softy,” the sixteen-year-old quips. 

Eliza climbs up on the porch swing and Eddie has to wrap an arm around her waist to keep her from falling as the seat bucks from her movements. 

“Daddy is not soft,” Eliza states as she pokes her father’s bony shoulder. She then rubs her hand over his stubble as if to further prove her point. “Hard and scratchy.”

“What about big and old?” Luke asks, doing his best to keep a smile at bay. 

“Everyone is big compared to Liza Bean!” you butt in, reaching over with one hand to poke her belly. “She’s so teeny tiny!”

Eliza nods once in agreement. 

“Right, Mama! And, yeah, Daddy is old.”

You, Luke, and Ryan can’t help but laugh at her casual words. Eddie’s jaw drops open, and he looks at all of his family members with an affronted face. 

“I am only 41!” Your husband defends. 

“Old,” Eliza reiterates. 

Eddie grabs Eliza and clutches him close to her chest.

“Listen here, little missy!” His fingers dig into Eliza’s sides, making her squeal out in laughter. “I’m young enough to beat you up!”

“I don’t know if anyone can win against Eliza…” Ryan mutters.

“No!” Eliza shouts through her laughter. “I younger! I stronger!”

Eddie ceases his tickling and holds the three-year-old tight against his chest. 

“You can never escape.”

“Bite him!” Luke suggests.

“I’ll bite back,” Eddie says. “And my teeth are bigger.”

“Don’t want to damage your dentures,” Ryan says, a smirk dancing on his face.

You and Luke can’t help but laugh, but Eddie only narrows his eyes as his oldest son and leans into whisper something in Eliza’s ear. Your daughter’s face breaks out into a grin, and she nods her head enthusiastically. 

Eddie lets her down and takes a wide berth walking around her brothers. Neither of them takes their eyes off her small figure as Patch jumps down from your lap and follows the girl. While Eliza distracts them with the direction she’s walking, Eddie silently slips off the swing and is able to pounce on Ryan.

“Hey!” Ryan calls through laughter.

Despite how hard your eldest son tries to get free, Eddie is able to hold Ryan’s arms behind his back. With him subdued, Eliza launches herself at him, quickly glomming onto her biggest brother’s torso. 

“We got you!” Eliza calls. 

Ryan manages to get all three of them laying down on the grass, all squirming around like exposed worms looking for shelter. 

Luke simply shakes his head as he sits next to you on the porch swing. 

“Such children,” Luke admonishes. 

He uses his heels against the patio to gently push the swing back and forth as the two of you watch the other three squabble. 

“Us mature ones would never act this way,” Luke says to you.

“Never,” you agree with a chuckle.

You have no doubt something diabolical is spurning in the fourteen-year-old’s head, but you know that nothing you do or say will be able to stop it. Instead, you just lay your head down on top of Luke’s as you watch Eddie and Eliza try to keep Ryan down on the grass. 

“Mature,” you repeat to yourself. “That’s definitely us.”

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Fandoms I write for:

Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heros of Olympus

Into/Across the Spider-verse

that's it so far but there's always a chance the hyper-fixation fairy will visit me in the night

PJO Fics-

Percy Jackson:

babysitting<3 --in which Percy finds you asleep on his couch after babysitting his lil sis

Percy dating HCs

nice to have a friend: winter nights, gloves, and your impulsive best friend

Percy Jackson kissing your sh scars: blurb, tw for sh scars

Luke Castellan:

Prison for life<33: Luke Castellan song fic inspired by prison for life by Olivia Rodrigo

Clingy Luke drabble: how Luke loves touching you

Leo Valdez:

Leo with Undiagnosed Adhd reader drabble: It's just the name I don't know to summarize this

Foresight (headcannons): In which Leo's best friend has visions and one day they see them together (Apollo!reader)

Animals!: in which Leo tries to win you over with his favorite animal!

Lovely: Leo Valdez with a child of Aphrodite Headcannons

Chefs: cooking w leo!

Nico di Angelo:

- Nico getting a sibling..: angst

-pomegranate blood (pt. 1): pico tw for drugging

ATSV Fics-

Hobie Brown:

Noticing you: Hobie brown slowly falling inlove with you

Hobie brown texting drabble

That's so punk babe drabble