#luke danes x male reader

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A cup of coffee (Luke x male!reader)

This is a request for @thewheat-thins69, hope you enjoy!

Luke pulled out his old roller-skates and eyed them, in a weird amalgamation of disdain and wonder. Rushed to his mind were memories of gliding down the pavement in his teen years, returning home from school, eager to see his dad. His teenage years were the very definition of a mixed bag. It was filled with dreams, hope and energy, the efforts of his wonderful parents, but then tragedy worked its cruel hands in the affair.

He shook off those memories, focusing instead on the wonder. On you. He was absolutely enraptured by you. You were the only person who could bring a cup of Weston's egregious coffee and only receive in turn a mild reproach.

You had started off as friends but Luke couldn't deny his ever-growing feelings for you. Once, as a joke, Lorelai proposed the two of you spent so much time together, you acted like a married couple. You both turned away from each other. He anticipated rejection or puzzlement on your face, you didn't know what to expect on his. When Lorelai noticed both of your forlorn yet hopeful expressions, she went: "Oh my god. Did I just inadvertently play matchmaker or ruin yet another friendship?"

"It's fine," Luke remembered brushing off in his cliched way. "I-I don't know if (Y/N)'s acquainted with your exasperating sense of humour, Lorelai. It probably caught him off guard."

Lorelai had shot an annoyed look Luke's way. "Hello? (Y/N) works at the inn. We spend many evenings laughing at your expense, appreciating my wonderful, perky, very welcome sense of humour." 

She'd turned to you in the middle. "That wasn't even my best work," she reminded you, only to notice how out-of-it you seemed. And by out-of-it, out of the friendly dynamic the three of you shared. Your attention was fixed on Luke, and he seemed to you the only person in the room.

In the way she quickly walked and talked, Lorelai also abruptly took the hint. "I should get going. Rory's home from Yale and claimed to have brought with her a pizza the size of our kitchen table. I didn't think we ever needed that thing but now it seems to have finally found its calling-okay, bye bye." She had stumbled out the door, awkwardly chuckling.

"Luke, I–"

"(Y/N)"

You spoke at the same time, emitting a chuckle that finally cut the tension in the air. "You first," you coaxed.

Luke looked caught off guard instead and swallowed nervously. "So, I-uh, I don't know what to say exactly. I'd be lying if I said I never thought about this, never thought about us. Or that I hadn't thought about this exact moment in my head either, but we're friends and I never wanted to ruin that. I know the move to Stars Hollow wasn't easy for you, and I can't blame you. This place would repel Walt Disney, for god's sake. But I-I can, very awkwardly, say that things here haven't been the same since I met you."

"Luke," you said.

"Wait," Luke interrupted, "before I lose my resolve. Would you like to go out sometime? I mean, can I take you out sometime? On a date."

You smiled, a wave of comfort running through you, at what you wished to transpire but never imagined would so perfectly unfold. However, when you saw Luke's nervous, pleading expression, you wanted to make this moment easier on you. "So long as it's at Weston's!" you teased, provoking another laugh from the both of you.

Now Luke was wistfully rolling back and forth his roller-skates on his apartment ground, thinking about the moment when everything fell in place. God, he neither thought he'd have to recruit Lorelai Gilmore as his wingwoman, nor be so pleased she was there that second.

He set off for the rink Taylor recently opened to compete with that of Woodbridge. He tried not to think about Taylor at that second, lest his mind fill with annoyance instead.

When he got to the rink, he looked round, only to discover how crowded it was. "Luke!" he heard a cheerful young girl's voice. It was Lane who skated up to him. "Come on in. We have a bet on which job Taylor hired Kirk for, and the largest sum is on concession stand!"

Luke resisted the inclination to roll his eyes at what Stars Hollow considered gambling but then spotted you walking in and absentmindedly patted Lane's shoulder. "You go ahead, I'll-uh, catch up." Confused, Lane agreed and skated off.

Luke met you close to the entrance. "Hey," you said with a smile that made his knees weak. You both lingered on the way to greet each other until you ended up in a bear hug. Luke's arms felt so strong and safe, like nothing, not even your pesky worries or doubts, could plague you at that moment.

"I have my skates right here," said Luke. "My feet grew exponentially when I was a kid, we had to buy new ones every few years. Then when I was 18, we seemed to hit a plateau, so I finally fit in these, still." He stopped. "And now I realised I spent the last twenty seconds talking bout shoes, I'm sorry."

You smiled. "No, don't be. I was going to rent but then Lorelai told me Taylor found three different loopholes to hike these prices up and bought a pair of these bad boys. If all goes well, perhaps I'll get to use them again." Luke grinned warmly, which immediately eased your worries. You realised the implication behind your last phrase meant that you were dreaming of a second date and proper future with Luke, but didn't want to be so presumptuous to assume Luke was on the same page. But his smile conveyed an understanding that you actually reassured him, rather than frighten him away.

"So how bout we take a few rounds? If you want a coffee or something, we can stop at the cafe. Or I can take you to Weston's. They do make a pie there which makes me stop thinking about how much butter they use in the crust," Luke rambled once again. When he started talking to you, he felt the need to both confide in you as much as he could in those few breaths and add the necessary provisions to his words, in case you got the wrong idea. He didn't want to ruin anything before you properly explored it.

You laughed, wondering if Luke would ever recognise how endearing he was in his nervousness. You were so sick of men who compensated for their insecurity with brazenness and ego, that Luke was a breath of fresh air. You could tease him and he wouldn't crack. He'd just smile and banter back. He could keep up with you and that felt so reassuring. Everything about him felt secure.

You both entered the rink and skated close to the edge, because everyone was gathered near the middle, in a huddle. You heard Babette argue with Taylor: "You're crazy! Why would you put Kirk in charge of guarding the door?"

You smiled. Stars Hollow was a unique place, that's for sure. But it was also so peaceful yet full of excitement. And it was a community, so people all helped each other and were there for each other, in a way they didn't bother to match in the city. 

You only half-paid attention when Taylor pushed that Kirk was the only one who could spot and stop a Litchfield spy, attempting to copy the design and layout of their rink, to beat it as the best in Connecticut.

Luke noticed your faraway look and said, "To have Taylor's problems." Humour was the way you bonded as friends so he assumed it would carry on in your relationship too.

You laughed politely, only partly in the loop on Luke and Taylor's incessant rivalry. When someone bumped into you and went on in a fashion inconceivable with the camaraderie of the town, Luke grabbed onto you with more haste than was necessary. "You okay?" he asked. His gruff voice had the surprising ability to both calm and ground you. "Why don't we get out of here?" He immediately blushed at the implication and quickly went back on his words: "I mean out of the rink, get you a coffee or something!"

You realised it was getting a bit rowdier, what with Kirk entering the circle and attempting to proclaim his winnings for having bet on himself. "It's rigged now, Kirk, you ruined everything!" Patty protested.

You and Luke walked back to the diner, silently enjoying each other's company. "Ah shoot," he said as you both ambled in. "I know you prefer the coffee at Weston's and I brought you here. Am I a cheap date or what?"

"I don't go to Weston's for the coffee. Yours is far superior."

"Really? Well, I thought everyone enjoyed their whipped cream disasters they call 'specialty,' but that may just be Lorelai and Rory."

You smiled. "There's a time and place for that, but daily, I prefer Luke-Luke's!" You stumbled on your words as well. Luke smiled, turning to pour your coffee and omit the glee on his face.

After you nursed your cup for a bit, Luke suggested you go upstairs and watch a movie, only to, midway on the staircase, remember he didn't own a television. Before he opened the door, he told you this, expecting you to want to return downstairs, but you diverted his expectations.

"No, let's stay. You'll make tea and you keep the good tea up here," you said. Luke hadn't dated a friend before, but he so enjoyed the different awkwardness that came with it. Gone was the embarrassment of having to share with a virtual stranger the intimacy of a couple, on a one-on-one date. What unfortunately lingered was the fear of saying the wrong thing and making it worse. But what was entirely new was knowing the person so well that you could predict what the wrong thing was to say. It is different, though. We're friends and we know each other, and I keep thinking I can't say the wrong thing. But I inevitably do, Luke's mind debated with itself.

He opened the door to the apartment and put the kettle on, while you made yourself comfortable on the sofa, rearranging the cushions the way you knew you liked it at home. You took a sip out of the diner-large cup and sighed in pleasure. Luke made coffee like no one else in Connecticut.

Luke watched you and smiled to himself. He brought his tea and you both finally fell back into comfortable banter and conversation. Neither of you were as nervous as you were when the date began, but the anticipation and slight wariness of saying the right thing remained.

You set your cup down on the coffee table and leaned into Luke slightly. He adjusted you so you were rested on his chest. I'm cuddling with Luke, you thought. I'm cuddling with Luke. You ignored the excitement in your chest and leaned in further. 

[imyourbratzdoll]

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welcome to the land of fairytales, where desires you never knew you had will come true. thank you @georgiapeach30513 & @royalsweetteaa for helping me with this.

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𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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!warning! these fics will include inter-species relations, size differences, innocent kink, age gaps and dark content.

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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬:

𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 - pairing: prince ransom drysdale x princess reader

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𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 - pairing: prince frank adler x mermaid reader

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𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 - pairing: street rat lloyd hansen x princess reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒓 - pairing: prince lance tucker x maid reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 - pairing: beast ari levinson, beast logan howlett, beast geralt of rivia x princess reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏 - pairing: bossy clark kent, sleazy johnny storm, dirty curtis everett, brawny steve rogers, cranky bucky barnes, tipsy dean winchester, horny sam wilson x witch/princess reader

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𝒃𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒆 - pairing: hunter lee bodecker x shifter reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 - pairing: mad hatter jefferson x dreamer reader 

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒆 - pairing: scarecrow jake wyler, tin-man rick grimes, cowardly lion jake jensen, oz andy barber x lost reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: hansel steve kemp, male gretel nick fowler x witch reader

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𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 - pairing: big bad wolf luke danes x little red riding hood reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 - pairing: tarzan tangerine x jane reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘���𝒐𝒓𝒆 - pairing: giant august walker x female jack reader

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𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 - pairing: captain hook negan, captain hook jack sparrow x tinkerbell reader

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𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: alpha bear ari levinson, alpha bear henry cavill, alpha bear lee bodecker x goldilocks reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 - pairing: prince steve rogers x princess/swan hybrid reader

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𝒐𝒉, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔… 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 - pairing: mermaid jennifer check, mermaid rosalie hale, mermaid jane smith x clueless reader

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𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 - pairing: mufasa ari levinson x scar sergei kravinoff (kraven the hunter) x lioness reader

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[toomanyoneshots]

Father - Jess Mariano X Male Reader

You and Jess walked up the stairs of Luke’s diner, quietly laughing about nothing in particular. He held you close, in a sort of protective manner. The lights were entirely off downstairs, so you both had figured that Luke had closed early and was upstairs. You figured you might stay at Luke’s for a bit of a late dinner with Jess, since it was only 8.

You arrived at the top of the stairs, in front of the door. Jess knocked on the door, planting a kiss of your forehead. After a few seconds, there was no response. You listened for a moment and heard people talking. Jess knocked again, confused. After a few more seconds with no response, he opened the door and walked into the apartment. You saw Luke arguing back and forth with another man, who you assumed was Jess’s father. They must’ve heard you walk in, because their heads snapped towards you. Luke had a certain expression on his face, like he knew something was about to happen. Jess’s father made his way over to you and Jess, clearly tipsy.

“Who’s this?” His tipsiness was evident in his voice as well as his actions. Jess held you close to him, his arm around your neck.

“My boyfriend, what is it to you?” Jess’s father seemed taken aback, but looked like he was trying to play it off. He started laughing, a hint of nervousness ever so clear in his chortles.

“Nice joke, now who is this really?” He buried his hands in his jean pockets, turning back to you and Jess. Jess held you closer to him, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. You instinctively wrapped both of your arms around his chest, holding him close for comfort.

“He’s my boyfriend.” Jess’s voice was suddenly even more serious than usual, dripping with a hint of anger. He furrowed his eyebrow as his father walked up to him. You stepped a step away out of intimidation, though you were still holding onto Jess for dear life.

“I did not raise a gay son!” Jess’s father’s words caused silence throughout the room. After a second, Luke spoke up.

“Jimmy, please—“

“You’re right. You didn’t raise me.” Jess’s voice was as cold and angry as it could be. He led you back out the door, presumably to stay the night at your house, staring daggers at his horrible father the whole time.

[teddypickerry]

Hello hello could I request a Jess mariano thing where reader is twins with Lane and Jess goes to the antique every few days and buys something as an excuse to see the reader and Luke just keeps telling Jess to tell them he likes them

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘.

pairings — jess mariano x fem! y/n kim

warnings — cursing, mentions of sex

word count — 1.5k

a/n — this is the cutest plot ever wtf. i love it, thank you for requesting!!! final post before novemred (check out my masterlist ifykyk). also my taglist form is avaliable now!!

LUKE DANES noticed his nephew's common disappearance the day his cook, caesar, had a free day meaning luke was on his own. which he wasn't supposed to be due to his nephew's daily job in the diner. specifically on the days in which the diner was at its peak or when caesar was out — which was today. but as luke asked lorelai gilmore to watch the diner (bad move) so he could find jess, the boy was nowhere to be found. he wasn't in the apartment that luke had seen him in just an hour ago.

forty minutes later, an ill-tempered diner owner was serving customers who ordered way too much peach pie, noticed his nephew entering the diner. the bell dinged as the teenager entered an unreadable expression on his face. as per usual.

"where the hell have you been?" luke questioned his nephew as jess looked up at his uncle, frowning his smile as he shook his head. the cap wearing biff loman wannabe noticed the bag in jess's hand as he approached the stairs. and all he could hope was, a human head wasn't in it.

last time luke made an assumption on what his nephew did in his 9 - 5, he had suspected that jess received a serious amount of money via being a male escort. but he was proven wrong when he found out his nephew was just a really reliable walmart employee. not luke's proudest moment but, you know.

two days later, jess woke in a rush. he only had twenty minutes before he was expected to be in the diner. but he had to make a pit stop. so, the teenager threw on a talking heads t-shirt over his red shirt he had already fallen asleep in. threw on a pair of pants and made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth and run a hand through his hair. he decided on not spiking it up today, considering he heard y/n kim tell her best friend rory gilmore that she liked when boys wore their natural hair. jess thought he kind of looked like an 1800s pioneer boy but if you thought differently, then that was enough reward for the ugly haircut.

a pair of converse rushed down the stairs, feeling for his wallet in his pocket. when he felt it he approached the diner. rushing past caesar, knowing he only had nine minutes until work time. he could tell his uncle and co-worker were watching him bolt out the door, crossing the street. he slowed once he got near kim's antiques, turning down the next road so they would think he was going to the music store on the next block.

jess felt like an idiot doing this until he shook his head and made his way to the store. kim's antiques was the most mortifying place in town - besides taylor doose's bedroom maybe. jess wouldn't be surprised if there was a hole in the ground that the man slept in, with his eyes wide open and a basket of pine cones to naw on. but, kim's antiques homed lane and y/n kim. two seventeen year olds who were both seemingly normal human beings. and then mrs. kim. who even frightened jess.

he opened the door, the bell ringing as well. the packed room was like a maze as he walked around it pretending to be interested in the items. none of which he could even name. his hands were in his pocket as his head poked around, looking for the thing that he actually wanted. and there she was. y/n kim. the most amazing girl jess had ever had the pleasure of knowing. not that jess knew too many interesting people, but she was by far the most.

her long black hair rode down her back, matching her black pants. a white sweater she sported, which obviously only showed how beautiful she was. he could get lost staring at her in which he did when he didn't notice satan come up behind him. "what are you doing? you're stealing?"

"jesus!" jess nearly cursed to himself as he backed up, stepping away from the women as she scowled at him. "jesus as in, jesus lover, i am." jess hinted at sarcasm which he was sure the woman didn't pick up on as she nodded in approval. "good, we are a shop of god."

"mama, i think there's a customer interested in the chair in the kitchen." y/n attempted to save jess as she made her way over towards the two. jess perked up at the sound of the girl's voice, trying to make it unknown. she gave him a small smile with her perfectly pink lips. "what chair? so many chairs!"

"in the kitchen. with the green table." the girl told her mother as jess stood looking between the two. mrs. kim perked up as she made her way towards the kitchen. "that is a good chair."

y/n turned her head to jess, a smile slightly growing on her face as she crossed her arms. "well, you've been in here quite a lot lately."

her words seemed to take him aback as he turned towards a table and began to mess around with the old cards and such. his gaze glancing up at hers. "well you know, i needed a...." he glanced around the room his eyes landing on an old picture frame. "...picture frame. there's a picture of luke i just gotta frame, y'know. it's just sat on the sad old shelf luke made. i just love looking at luke."

jess's words produced a giggle from the girl making a smile form on his face. like he just won the lottery. in which he felt like he did. "okay well it's on me since you've become somewhat of a regular," she told him as she began to walk away before turning to look at him once more. "your hair... i like it."

when jess arrived back at the diner, just a minute before his appointed arrival with a picture frame in his hand, luke gave him an odd look. "ooh did you quit walmart? get a picture framing job? picture framer! i didn't take that picture he framed me!" lorelai snorted to an unamused jess as he made his way behind the counter to place the picture frame. and then grab a coffee pot to begin to serve the customers.

"what's up with him? did he watch the episode of fantasy island where tattoo leaves the show randomly? that ruined us all." lorelai touched her heart as she spoke, making luke roll his eyes. "get rid of your insanity or you will be served decaf." 

the inn owner gasped dramatically before shutting her mouth and sipping on her coffee. luke sighed as he threw his cleaning rag over his shoulder. "well he's been disappearing lately. i mean he's jess, he does that. but every time he comes back with this orange bag and he's all zoned out." 

"wait, orange bag?" lorelai questioned the man as he furrowed his eyebrows, not seeing how this was an important part of the story. "like the one's from kim's antique's? lane and y/n always give us them for groceries and stuff. bright, neon?"

"woah, i mean yeah but what would jess be wanting at mrs. kim's place?" luke wondered aloud making lorelai smile brightly at the clueless man. he was like an eleven year old boy who just learned what sex was, and wanted nothing to do with it. "have you ever thought about the possibility of jess wanting one of two items at mrs. kims?"

"what are you on about now?" 

"lucas."

"oh- oh. that's... huh." luke nodded as he watched lorelai's daughter rory enter the diner, accompanied by y/n kim. the two girls spoke in hushed voices as the young gilmore glanced over at jess, laughing as if part of an inside joke. luke turned to glance over at his nephew, lorelai doing the same. it was a safe bet that jess wasn't swooning over lane by the look on his face. he desperately tried to hide it, glancing down at his notepad as he forgot what he was writing. but his eyes couldn't get off of her. the two approached luke and lorelai making the adults turn away from jess. "hey girls."

"hi lorelai, luke." y/n greeted as she and rory took a seat at the counter beside lorelai. she was only a few feet away from jess, turning to glance at him. he was already looking at her which only made both of their hearts race. "hey jess, quick question?" luke butted in, a smile burning through his teeth. jess was about to contradict so he could stare at the pretty girl some more but luke got right in his face. "can i borrow a hundred? i know you're made of money now, since you work at walmart.'

"don't got it," jess mumbled with a straight face making his uncle hold up his hand to cup his ear. "you what now? old man hearing."

"i don't got it, uncle luke. is that what you wanted to hear? your nephew is poor. woo-hoo. let's have paris hilton throw a party." the boy spoke in his normal voice that could argue for hours but lacked the want to do so. his uncle smiled gratefully as he patted his shoulder. "and why doesn't my little boy have a bunch 'a money? is it because he's spending money left and right to get a girl-"

"oh look, taylor just walked in." jess told luke, making the diner owner turn around frantically. only to see three girls holding in their chuckles. jess took this time to grab his jacket and head out the door, luke calling out for him. "you're supposed to be working!"

"i'll be back," y/n told the gilmores as they shared a look, the girl running out of the dinner and down the sidewalk. "jess!" she called towards the dark haired boy making his way to the bookstore. he turned around at her words, his body stopping the moment he saw her. she made her way over towards him, stood directly infront of him. "you can get the girl, you know, if you want. your chances are pretty good."

"oh yeah?" his lips curved up to create his classic bad boy smirk that formed his mystique. she gave him a smile and a nod, him looking away before looking back down at her and smiling. "but you have to buy two more items. i think you're about to spend enough to buy me a car." y/n joked making the boy grin as he pulled her into him, and god, it felt right.

[thedankotaku-blog]

Denmark x Male!Soldier!Reader

Pic is Reader-Kun's uniform      

You are a captain of a squad in the Marines!

(idk anything about military so some things might be wrong)

(Denmark's p.o.v.)

How long has it been since I've seen M/n? Four, five, maybe six years? When was the last time we got a letter from him? Two, three years ago was it? I down another drink. Why hasn't he called? Written a letter? Is he even alive? He has to be. We would've gotten a visit from some soldiers who would give us his dog tags and maybe his badges and medals, say quick sorries, then tell us the day of the funeral. I down my last drink of the night before Lukas put his hand on my shoulder.

"We should go before you get too drunk." He says. I nod, not wanting to talk. I'm a bit pathetic, aren't I? I promised M/n I wouldn't do this and look at me, drinking my sorrows away. We get to the car and drive home. I fall asleep before we do get home, though. My dreams are filled with happy memories with my military boyfriend, but I usually dream of the day he left.

(Dream/Flashback)

It was Tuesday, July the 6th when M/n got a call from the military. They told him he would be leaving in a week, and to say his goodbyes and pack up. M/n was sad that he'd have to leave his Danish boyfriend, but he would get to serve his country! He would be able to fight for the people he loved! It was Wednesday, July the 7th when he told the Nordics that he was being deployed. Tino cried a little but said that he would stay with the Nordics until he left. Berwald was a little shocked but said nothing. He always understood M/n's dreams of protecting his country. Emil was sad, he had grown to consider M/n as sort of an uncle or a father figure, and now he was leaving. Lukas was also a little sad, for the same reasons as Emil. Mathias, though, was mad. How could he leave them? Yeah, Mathias knew that he wanted to protect the country he lived in since he was a kid. At first, he was a mixed of shocked and sad. Then, he realized that M/n, his boyfriend of three years, was leaving him. That night, the entire house was awake because of the fight the two lovers had. It ended with M/n saying he should just stay at his house, and he walked out the door. It was Tuesday, July the 13th when M/n left. He hugged everyone, said goodbye, and left. Mathias regretted saying that he was happy M/n was leaving. He wanted him to stay. But now, he's gone.

(Dream/Flashback over)

(Third Person p.o.v.)

Lukas looks at the sleeping Dane. He's done this ever since M/n left. It's really tiring us out. He thought. Lukas grabs his phone to call Berwald to tell him that Mathias fell asleep in the car on the way back again. Good thing Mathias wasn't drunk, just tired. The phone rang a couple of times before the Swedish man picked up.

"I'll'"

"Mathias fell asleep in the car again. I'll need your help to get him inside and in his room."

"'k'y"

"Thanks"

The very short conversation ended as Lukas pulls into the driveway. Berwald was waiting outside for the car to pull in. Once it did, he stood up and walked to Lukas's car. He opens the back door and picks up Mathias. Lukas gives Berwald a nod of appreciation and goes inside with Berwald. Tino and Emil are downstairs already. Emil rolls his eyes when he sees the Dane asleep.

"He got drunk again, didn't he?" Emil asked. Lukas shakes his head.

"He had maybe three shots before I dragged him to the car. He's just tired. We'll let him sleep. Goodnight." Lukes then goes up the stairs into his room for the night. Berwald follows, going to put Mathias into his own bed before going into his and Tino's shared room. Tino and Emil sit down on the couch. It was quiet before Tino starts to talk.

"I'm a little worried about Mathias. He's been like this ever since M/n left." Emil nods in agreement.

"He chose to do this to himself, Tino. We all miss M/n. He was like a father to Lukas and I. We want him back just as much as he does." Tino shakes his head.

"It's more than that, Emil. Remember that argument M/n and Mathias had before he left? I don't know if you saw, but I know Mathias did. M/n was crying. We didn't see him until the day he left. Even then, Mathias was acting like a child and was bitter about the whole thing. He probably feels guilty still." Tino reasons. Emil shook his head while chuckling softly.

"It's been almost seven years since we've seen him, and almost four years since we've heard from him. I don't think he feels as guilty now as he did then." Tino sighs before standing up. He turns towards Emil and walks up the stairs. Before opening the bedroom door, he mutters to himself, "God Emil, I hope your right.".

(In an Enemy base far away from the Nordics. Location-Unknown) Warning: Torture coming up! If you're not okay with blood, skip. There will be a warning before it begins and after it ends. Your Welcome!

(M/n's p.o.v.)

I sit up, chains rattling. It's been so long since I've seen Mon Amour. So long since I've touched his hella soft hair, saw his beautiful blue eyes, and kissed his soft lips. Mon Dieu, I miss Mathias. I miss all of the Nordics, actually. I miss Lukas's magic and his playing of the violin, Emil's puffin M/n had given him as a 15th birthday present, which he named Mr. Puffin, Berwald making furniture and calling Tino his wife, and Tino's homemade cooking. As I think of the Nordics, my family, I heard my cell door open. A man, which I learned years ago was Svar, steps inside. He smirks evilly and I already know what to expect from him.

"It's time for questioning, Captain M/n." The man seethed. He rips M/n from his spot on the ground and drags him to the 'questioning' room. It's more like a torture chamber to me He thought as he was dragged across the dirty ground. The man, Svar, opens the door and drags M/n to the chains which hung from the ceiling. Svar chains him up and he hangs from the ceiling, legs slightly off the ground. A few other men come into the room. They exchange some words I can't hear, and Svar leaves. The men grab some weapons and put in on a table near me. I know what's going to happen, and I prepare myself for the pain.

Warning: Torture

Sika(the men's names, which I've come to know, are Sika, Daika, and Nima) grabs me and forcefully pulls me down to his height, which makes my arms scream in pain, and starts to speak slowly.

"Okay Captain M/n, you know the rules. When we ask you a question, you answer us. If you don't, we'll retaliate. You answer sarcastically, we'll whip you. Understand?" I nod slowly, somewhat mockingly. They knew that and I feel a whip crack against my back. I yelp and swing a little from the blow. The questions begin.

"Do you know when the next attack will be?" I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes and saying something sarcastic. I shake my head and said, "No." Daika and Nima glare my way. Their way of saying I'm lying, which I'm not. Well, that's a lie. I studied attack plans, attack dates, and I knew which one of their people in this base were spies.

"Your lying!" Sika strikes a knife against my skin, making a long red line. I wince a little at the stinging sensation on my stomach. The cut wasn't deep enough to need stitching, but deep enough to leave a scar once healed.

"Who are spies on this base?" Daika asks.

"I don't know." I feel the whip crack against my back again. I yelp once more.

"Where is your base?"

"I don't know."

That's how it goes. They ask the same questions, and I get the same punishment. My body is covered in scars from these sessions I get every three to four hours a day. After an hour, which seems like forever, the questioning was over. I was taken back to my cell. Sika and Daika left while Nima stayed. This happened sometimes. He loved beating and torturing me for fun. Usually after the last questioning session. Nima smirks and the (unnecessary) torture begins.

(Slight time-skip one hour)

I slump to the ground, almost dead. Dark spots fill my vision. Is this how I'm going to die? In a dirty, unsanitary cell? I never apologized to Mat for leaving him. I'll never see him before... god please don't let me die here. I thought before I heard an explosion. The guys! I think in excitement. I hear people yell in a different language and people start evacuating. Nima looks at me and runs out the cell door. I hear a click! and I'm stuck in here. He locked the door and now I know I'll die in here. That explosion was, what I believe, was a big one. If they launch another one, this entire place will go down, and me with it. They'll never find my body. I hear footsteps run down the hall. My cell door is knocked, well, more like banged on. I let out a weak sound, but I'm sure they can hear me. My cell door is knocked down, and I see the faces of my friends I haven't seen in almost seven years.

(The Allies p.o.v. and before the explosion)

Alfred, Arthur, Ivan, and Francis gear up to save their friend. They finally have enough information to storm the place and save M/n. Francis and Arthur were survivors of the attack which took M/n away from them. Arthur, one time, went in as a spy. The idiots never even noticed. Arthur saw what they did to M/n, and it disgusted him. He knew it was war, and torture happens during war, whether he wanted it or not. "I'm so pumped, dude!" Alfred exclaimed. Arthur hits Alfred upside the head.

"You idiot! We're here to save M/n!" Arthur yelled. Francis shushed them.

"Do you want to be caught? I rather not be tortured by these guys!" Francis said softly. The two shut up. They all grabbed their guns while Alfred grabbed their grenades. He smiled brightly, knowing they finally trusted him with explosives. Arthur looked at his excited face.

"We're going to go down with that building, aren't we?" He whispered to Francis. Francis nodded and smiled at the Brit.

"Oui. We probably will."

The code word for Alfred was said and he threw a single grenade. Part of the building immediately collapsed. Alfred's smile grew a little bigger. The guys(Francis, Arthur, Ivan, and Alfred) went inside the east side of the building/base. They saw a door, and Alfred opened it out of curiosity. They walked down the stairs one by one, then went down the long hallway. Ivan spotted a man running down the hallway trying to escape but not knowing they were down there. Ivan, since he was in front, grabbed him and held a knife to his throat. The others glared at the man, knowing he'd done something to someone, like torture since he was covered in blood. Ivan glared down at the man and started to speak.

"I won't say this again, so listen closely. We're looking for our comrade, M/n. I have a little hunch that you know where he is. So, where is M/n?" The man smirked evilly. He then laughed.

"Oh? So you're friends with Captain M/n L/n? I know where he is, but he is a little, maybe, almost dead. I love leaving him clinging to life. It's music to my ears when I hear him whisper the name 'Mathias'. It's fun to know his life is in my hands... that at anytime I want... I can kill him." Francis looked at the man in disgust. So all this blood on him... is M/n's?! He thought. He shook Ivan's shoulder.

"Either kill him or let him go. You heard him. M/n's hurt. We need to hurry before it's too late." Ivan nodded and in one swift motion, slit the man's throat. They went down the hallway, banging on doors hoping to hear a sound. They got to one door, banged on it, and they almost left until Alfred stopped them.

"Guys! I heard something!" He knocked down the door and stood there in shock. The others filed into the room and were both frozen in horror and happiness.

(Third person p.o.v)

M/n saw blurs of people. Their torn clothing made him think that they were here to question him again. He looked at the men with fear filled eyes, something he didn't do often. Why was he scared? The damage three men can do to his body is horrific, but four? He was already half dead, and way too weak to fight back. Then, M/n saw guns. M/n started thrashing, trying to get away. Arthur tried calming him down saying things like, "M/n, it's us, love.", "You're safe with us.", and "Calm down, we're here now.". It didn't help, and with all of M/n's thrashing, he almost got hit by M/n. Thankfully, Alfred pulled him back.

"Woah, dude! Be careful!" Arthur nodded. Francis then got an idea.

"M/n, c'est nous. Nous sommes là pour vous emmener chez vous. Ne veux-tu plus voir Mathias? Calmez-vous, mon ami. Nous essayons seulement de vous aider." Francis spoke softly. M/n's eyes softened at the familiar language, and voice.

Francis? That means... their here! They came... after six years... but Alfred, Arthur, Ivan, and Francis are here! M/n thought. He calmed down a little bit, enough for Alfred and Ivan to break the rusty chains. M/n slumped into Arthur's arms. He lifted his head and smiled a small, sad smile and said, "Tell the Nordics I'm sorry I couldn't make it home." and passed out in Arthur's arms.

Torture over

(Time skip)

M/n was taken to a medic at the nearest base. His left leg was unfortunately infected beyond repair when they got there and had to be amputated. M/n was fitted for an auto mail leg, and his rehabilitation was complete within the span of three months. By that time, it was already July the first. The general came into M/n's 'hospital' room, with his bag.

"I've discussed the matter with officials. Congratulations Captain. You're going home." M/n teared up at his General's words. He nodded. "When is my flight, sir?" M/n asked. "In exactly three hours. Get ready, L/n." The General replied. M/n nodded and proceeded to get up to change into his now clean uniform. He was smiling broadly, knowing that in a few hours, he would see his handsome boyfriend after about seven years. A few hours later, M/n was bidding his close friends goodbye.

"Next time you come to visit, come over to our place. Mat and I want to go drinking with you again. It's not the same with just Gil and Toni." He told both Francis and M/n. M/n was a notorious member of the BTT and the Awesome Trio. They smirked and nodded. M/n got onto the plane and waved to his friends until he could barely see them. After about midnight when the government owned plane landed in the nearest city. M/n was escorted into the airport. The General stopped.

"Your flight will take off in five hours. You'll land in New York City airport in twenty-one hours." The General informed.

"Thank you, sir." M/n said, thankfully. The General saluted the H/c male. M/n saluted him back.

"It was an honor to serve with you, L/n." M/n smiled. It wasn't every day he would get a compliment from the normally cold general.

"Thank you, sir. I wish you a safe travel back to base, sir." M/n said. The General was escorted back to his plane. The H/c male decided to get some fast food. It has been a while since he's had a meal that was actually good.

(Slight time skip. Jeez this one-shot is long, dear God)

M/n pulled out his phone, which somehow survived almost seven years on an army base, and tapped Berwald's contact. It rang for a few minutes before Berwald answered.

"Y's?"

"Hey, Ber. Were you working on something?" Berwald's eyes widened at M/n's voice.

"M-M/n? Y''r 'k'y." Berwald actually stuttered. That surprised M/n.

"Yeah. My flight is in a few hours and I'll be there in like a day, and I want to surprise the others so can you keep this a secret?"

"Y''h. ''ll k''p 't ' s'cr't. G't h'm' s'f'."

"Okay. I'll you guys soon. Real soon."

The conversation was cut short by an announcement.

"Flight 207 is ready to board."

M/n's eyes widened.

"I'll see you guys way sooner than I thought. Goodbye, Ber."

"By'."

M/n hung up and grabbed his bag. He boarded the plane and after he was in his seat, he fell asleep, dreaming of seeing Mathias again.

(Time skip till landing cuz it's 2:35 in the morning and this one-shot is over 8 pages long)

M/n finally found the tall Swedish man after almost an hour of looking.

"Berwald!" M/n yelled out. Berwald saw the tall man running towards him with his arms streatched out for a hug. Berwald hugged the man.

"Why d'dn't y'' c'll 'r wr't'?" M/n shook his head.

"It's kinda hard to write or call when you're in an enemy base being tortured for information." M/n replied, jokingly. Berwald's eyes widened a little.

"W'll... l'ts g't g''ng. ' th'nk y'' m'ght w'nt t' s'' M'th''s, r'ght?" M/n's eyes lightened up at the name of his boyfriend.

"Yeah! Wait... can we stop at a ring shop? When I left... I told myself when I got back, I'd propose to Mathias. Well, I'm home." Berwald nodded.

"L'ts g'."

M/n nodded and walked away with the Swed.

(Time- Skip to about 8:00 p.m. (This is the Ring)

M/n's hands fidgited with the box, in which the beautiful ring was in.

"I-Is he still mad? What if he says no? What if he's with someone else? Oh god, what if he doesn't love me anymore?!" M/n asked, nervously. Berwald shook his head.

"T' 'nsw'r y''r qu'st''ns, M'th''s is n't m'd 't y'' 'nym'r', h' w'n't s'w n', h''s n't w'th 'ny'ne, 'nd h' st'll l'v's y''. D'n't w'rry. Y'''ll b' f'n'." Berwald answered. M/n nodded.

He won't reject me. Mathias loves me. From past letters and phone calls, he said he loved and missed me. He's still mine. M/n thought. He took a deep breath when Berwald asked if he was ready. He nodded yes and was told to stand outside for a little bit until he said so. Berwald opened the door and left if open just a smidge.

"There you are, Berwald! You were gone for so long! We were worried about you!" Tino exclaimed. M/n heard and smiled at his Finnish friend's voice.

"Where were you?" Lukas asked. Emil piped up with a 'Yeah!'. M/n smiled again.

"I w's p'ck'ng 'p s'm''n'." Berwald said.

"Well spit it out, Ber! Who'd you pick up?!" M/n teared up at the sound of his beloved Danish boyfriend.

"C'm' 'n!" Berwald said loudly so M/n could hear. M/n's smile widened even more as he pushed open the door. Everyone was in shock, except for M/n and Berwald. The first person to react was Tino. He ran towards the tall man and glomped him.

"M/n! You're home! You're finally home!" Tears flew down his face. M/n smiled and hugged Tino back.

"Who else wants a hug from the soldier?" M/n asked, jokingly. Emil then ran towards M/n, glomping him as well yelling, "Uncle M/n!". M/n hugged back the now adult Emil. Lukas was out of shock when he ran towards M/n. He gave M/n a tight hug saying, "Welcome home, father M/n." M/n noticed that the only person who hasn't hugged him was Mathias. M/n walked towards him.

Mathias's face was a mixed of happy, shock, and sadness. M/n stood right in front of him. "I'm back, Mon Amour." Mathias had tears running down his face. He pulled M/n into a gentle yet longing hug.

"You're back. You're really back." Mathias whispered.

"I'm back. And I won't be leaving you again." M/n whispered back.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

They then shared a kiss that was soft, sweet, gentle, yet powerful and intimate. Tino awwwed loudly causing the two to break apart. The two lovers began to laugh while Mathias blushed loudly and M/n had a little bit of red to his cheeks. M/n looked at Mathias lovingly. He began to speak.

"Mathias. I love you more than anyone and anything in this entire universe. You see, the reason why I hadn't called or written a letter to you for years was because I was captured. I was put through hell every single day I was there. If I was just another regular person, I probably would've wanted to die. But, you made me want to live, to fight death every single day. If I didn't have you, I probably wouldn't be here right now. Now, I know that I've been gone for about seven years and you probably won't want to but..." M/n got down on one knee and smiled when he heard gasps from behind him. He continued on what he was saying.

"Mathias. You're the only one for me and I hope I'm the only one for you. I love you and I cherish you more than my own life. I would do anything for you. So, Mathias, will you marry me?" M/n had tears running down his face. He looked at Mathias. Mathias had tears running down his face. He nodded.

"Yes, M/n. I'll marry you." He said. M/n shot up and yelled, "YES!", causing everyone to laugh. M/n picked Mathias up in a gigantic hug saying, "We're getting married! We're getting married! We're getting married!" over and over again. After a while, he stopped.

"This calls for a celebration! Olive Garden, anyone?" Tino asked, remembering M/n's favorite resturant. They all grabbed their coats after M/n changed into some casual clothing.

"I love you, hair and all." M/n said, jokingly.

"Jeg elsker dig, scars and all." Mathias said, lovingly.

The two newfound fiancees walked out the door to the car, hand in hand.

Holy shit, this is long. Over 10 pages and almost 4000 words. Took me three days to finish and almost an all nighter (thank god it's summer). I hope you guys enjoyed this long-ass one-shot. I'm thinking of changed this into just Hetalia one-shots. Tell what you think down below in the comments! Hey! 4000 words! Longest, chapter/one-shot, ever! Well... on my account anyway. BAI!!!!!!!