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Luke x reader where a girl, daughter of Aphrodite, flirts with him and insults the reader, causing her to avoid Luke, but later he manages to find her and confesses that he actually likes them... I don't know if they should already be together or not, but I believe in you!!! you write very well :ooo
Sorry if the idea is bad or you wouldn't want to write something like that, if that's the case please pretend you never read this đ€Ąđ€Ąđ«¶
true colours; luke castellan
wc + pairing: 3.6k, luke castellan x child of iris! reader
synopsis: everyone wants luke castellan, including you. curse your mother for getting your hopes up.
warnings: friends to lovers, reader is very insecure, bullying, lee fletcher & will solace cameo!! some angst with a fluffy ending
notes: thank you for the request!! as always this is longer than i anticipated but hope you like it :) i also combined it with another request for a child of iris reader (i also identify as a child of iris sometimes so i lovee writing for them) also iâm pretty sure lee + a lot of parts of this are ooc sorry but i havent read the books in about a year so hopefully everythingâs fairly accurate!đ



You knew this summer would be different because your mother sent her wishes twice as much. On the first day of July, when children flood into Camp Half-Blood like a hive of wild bees, a rainbow always lights up the sky.Â
This year, there were two.Â
As a child of Iris youâre technically supposed to be in the Hermes cabin. But your love for art, for music, for fun, has made you a particular favourite of the Apollo cabin. Most of your friends are there. They tolerate you singing in your soft, often unsure voice. They love when you catch sunlight and filter it into prisms of colour on their cabin walls.Â
Youâd probably move in there permanently if it werenât for Hermes. Or rather, his son.
Over the last few months, in the sticky summer heat, your mother knew you would fall in love.Â
It's not any surprise you love Luke. Everyone loves Luke. A fact that's becoming more obvious every passing day.Â
It used to bother you less. Youâve always been his meagre, hopeless friend, never any real competition to these girls. Youâd basically taken yourself out of the running and instead decided to pine after him in the very back of your mind. A safe, deluded fantasy that would never happen.Â
Until recently, where it seems less like a fantasy and more like a terrifying possibility.Â
Over the past few weeks Luke has gone out of his way to be sweet to you. Or at least you think so. Heâs spent extra time talking to you at lunch, laughing at your half-formed jokes almost in earnest. At bonfires he saves you a seat, grabs you a marshmallow on occasion. You even made him a friendship bracelet of sortsâadmittedly a little uglyâbut heâs never taken it off. Not since the day you gave it to him.Â
Not to mention helping you last week before the archery competition. His hands lingering over yours as he steadied your bow, the curls of his breath on the back of your neck when he stood behind you.Â
âDonât be nervous,â he says, a tinge of mirth in his voice. âYou just steady your aim and first is as good as yours.â
(You came in fifteenth.)
You donât want to say that itâs him weakening your aim, making your pulse beat out of your neck. His nose brushes against the back of your jaw as he leans forward and you smell the pine on his skin. Is this friendly? Is he this close on purpose? Are you delusional?
Itâs all youâve been thinking about these past few days. So when Luke Castellanâs endless admirers come to the forefront of your mind, you feel like all those moments of potential buildup have been ripped away.Â
âYou alright there, sunshine?âÂ
He takes you out of your spiral with a teasing lilt you love. When you look at him, his face is a shimmering warmth, complete with boyish smile.Â
âYep,â you reply, trying to ignore the nickname making your insides flutter even though you know heâs saying it ironically.
Youâve always had a gift for identifying colour. Itâs the thing you pay attention to most. Something inherited from your mother, you suppose. So youâve memorized the way Lukeâs eyes melt in the sunlight. How his scar blends with his pinking cheeks when itâs hot outside. You never told him, and you probably never will, but youâve painted him from memory quite a few times in the Apollo cabinâalways with the excuse that you were practicing. It's so blatantly obvious you're in love with him there's no point in your friends bringing it up. Â
The two of you are meandering around camp before dinner, a tradition Luke started early on in the summer. You talk about high points of your day (mostly you) or share nuggets of gossip youâve heard around camp (mostly him). It's the thing you looked forward to every morning. A time when his words are just for you.Â
Idle chatter flows as you keep walking. Sometimes your arm brushes his and you have the embarrassing urge to tug yours away. You do your best not to stare at him too long or laugh too loud at his jokes.Â
âHey, Castellan!â Someone calls.Â
Lukeâs head turns. Your heart plummets. A beautiful girl, Aphrodite cabin, you think, is heading towards you. Sheâs all honey-spun hair and dazzling pink lips, and itâs obvious she knows it. You donât know her name. But Luke does.Â
They fall into conversation the second she arrives. Itâs just greetings, pleasantries, but thereâs a coy smile on the girlâs face that betrays any sense of disinterest. âHeard youâre not too keen on pairing up with us for the Chariot Race next week. What gives?â Her tone is pouty and playful as she taps Lukeâs shoulder. She side-eyes you, lips curling imperceptibly. âIâm sure youâll have a better chance with us.â
He lets out a strained chuckle. âDunno, just thought it was fine to switch it up.â
Just like that, youâre out of the loop again. More of her friends flock after her, and soon Luke is tangled in a whole other world. Theyâre all glowing with a kind of righteousness you only get when youâre popular. You know Luke has friends, tons of them. He's the leader of the cabin with the most campers. Not to mention assertive and gorgeous. His presence is so inviting itâs a challenge not to fall in love with him.Â
So you canât blame this girl, the one that keeps touching his arm and giggling. Itâs not like youâve staked your claim on Lukeâno one even knows you exist. As much as you want him to be yours, you know youâll never stop someone from taking him first. Itâs your fatal flaw, you think. Cowardice.Â
You end up sidelined completely. Watching him swathed in people more charismatic than you plants an ache deep inside you. All your wishful thinking feels sour now, a pipe dream, a bedtime story to help you sleep better. Somehow it hurts more knowing that itâs nobodyâs fault but yours. These people canât be doing this on purpose. Itâs just who they are. Itâs who you areâalways a step behind, always daydreaming. You are your motherâs daughter, after all. Just a prism reflecting everyone around you.Â
Eventually, one of the boys in the group takes notice of you. Heâs not nearly as captivating as Luke isâyou donât find the colours of his eyes hold as much depth. Thereâs also a haughtiness when he looks at you. He sneers, âWhat the hell do you have on your face?â
It draws the attention of others in the group. You feel like a naked sculpture in an art gallery. âUh, what?â You stammer.Â
Some of them purse their lips. The girl with Luke lets a laugh slip. Youâre pretty sure you look like an idiot, waiting there with your brows wrinkled in a daze. Their gazes keep flicking over to your cheek, so your hand flies up there before you can delay any more. When you press your fingers to the side of your face, they come away tacky and pink. Mortification constricts you.
Paint. Itâs leftover, half-dried paint. The colour of Lukeâs cheeks in the sun.Â
âOh,â you say dumbly. Itâs drowned by snickers. All you can do is find Luke, the only face you know, and ask, âWhy didnât you tell me?â without sounding too hurt.Â
You know you failed when your voice comes out wrong and his ebony brows push together. âI thought it lookedââ
He never gets to finish because the golden girl laughs a little louder, the pink tones in her face a little darker. âOh my Gods, youâre that Iris kid thatâs always singing, right?â She giggles sharply, cornflower eyes darting between her friends. Thereâs something in there you canât quite pick up on, until it flushes the pupils of all her friends, and they all grin with a secret knowledge they want you to see. âYouâre, like, really good!â The girl simpers, but her bottom lip pulls between her teeth to soften another laugh.Â
âOh, so good!â Another friend piles on.Â
Their passive-aggressive chuckles start to sound like hail on a window. You shift further away from them. Dirt slides beneath your shoe, and you long to kick up more of it, displace yourself, disappear.Â
You donât look at Luke. The giggly, flaxen girl has already turned back to him, and youâre sure heâs enthralled once more. You try to stir up the image of Lukeâs closeness during archery practice, the lilac bruise on his knuckles when he angled your bow, but it doesnât take. Now, it feels like youâve dreamed it.Â
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Luke leaning down to catch a whisper from the Aphrodite girlâs ear. The boy that first commented on your cheek leans closer to you again. Heâs suffocatingly smug when he grins, âWhy are you still here? Shouldnât you go ⊠wash that off? You donât want to look like that at dinner.â He snorts. âFor an Iris kid, you really arenât good at taking a message.âÂ
If you were a more confident person, maybe youâd point out how that didnât really make sense, or how stupid it sounded coming out of his mouth. But the sentiment of it wounds you, and youâre weak enough as is.Â
"Guess you're right," you mumble. You wipe your face of paint as you leave. The memory of Lukeâs skin stains you until you wash your hands off in the sink.Â
You havenât talked to him since.Â
Itâs been a few days of you avoiding him, and itâs hard to explain to anyone why youâve been doing it. How do you tell the truth? Luke Castellan is a work of art and you are ⊠a weird doodle, or something. Despite your adoration, you know thereâs no reason he should feel the same for you. Everyone loves him for a reason. Everyone must ignore you for one, too.Â
âWhy havenât you been talking to Luke?â
The question breaks your concentrated silence in the Apollo cabin. Youâve been sitting here for a while now, humming to yourself over a mostly blank canvas. The cabin is dusted with a lilac haze, thanks to your manipulation of the light streaming through the windows. Helps you feel less like youâre at camp and more like youâre in a fairytale.Â
âHelloooo, lady, I asked you a question.â
You begrudgingly look up. Lee Fletcher, head of the Apollo cabin, is at the mouth of the cabin, gazing at all your supplies strewn about the floor like theyâre a bunch of unsavoury substances. âIt looks like a hurricane came in here. Now why arenât you talking to Luke?â
âHow do you know Iâm not talking to him?â You mutter as Lee sits beside you.Â
âUh, because youâve been sleeping here multiple nights in a row and you never do that. And you donât sit with him at dinner. And whenever we see him you drag me in the other directionââ
âLee!â
âIâm just saying, you should probably talk about it. My beautiful voice can heal wounds, yes, but not of the heart.â He splays a hand across his chest in mock theatrics.
You donât say anything. The familiar weight of the brush against your fingertips is far more comforting than trying to talk, so you busy yourself with your canvas again. âHe waits for you, you know,â Lee continues, quieter. âIn the morning. And before dinner. He always asks if youâre here.â
âOh,â you say, and your wavering voice betrays your expression. But you think of everyone else at camp, their gleaming smiles and their celebrated parents, their own cabins and friends and dreams, how you donât seem to have any of those. You think of the girl whispering in Lukeâs ear. All her shades of beauty. You know itâs wrong to compare yourself, to be jealous. Youâre just ⊠sad.
The cabin darkens from a lilac to an imperceptibly gloomier shade. A blue sort of longing gets caught in your throat, blurring the colours on your canvas. But you keep your brush steady, focused on the scratch of its bristles so you donât have to hear what you say next.Â
âI think I love him, Lee.â And then, âBut I donât think he loves me.â
Thereâs no sound except the scraping of your brush when itâs run out of paint, and a sniffle when a tear rolls down your cheek.Â
âOh,â Lee fills the silence the way you did just moments before. Then he says your name, laced with pity, and hugs you on the floor of his lavender cabin.Â
âYou want to help me lead the bonfire song tonight?â He asks after a minute. âOr at least ⊠come to the bonfire song?âÂ
âNo to the first, yes to the second.â
You wish you said no to both.Â
The spot you choose after dinner is right next to the fire so you can distract yourself with the golden flecks of flame. Fire is so fluid, so complex, from a colour perspective. But no matter how close you get, the searing warmth canât hide Lukeâs gaze peering over the embers.Â
He will not. Stop. Looking at you.Â
The singing from the Apollo kids usually soothes you but tonight itâs just making you anxious. All this attention so close to you. Will Solace has been sitting next to you this whole time, your unofficial assigned companion for the night thanks to Lee. One of his siblings beckons him over, and he shoots you an apologetic look, hesitating. "Just go," you wave off kindly. "It's all good." He's not entirely convinced, and you aren't either, but he squeezes your shoulder with thanks and leaves you anyway.
Now youâre acutely aware the space next to you is wide open. And so is Luke, it seems. Thereâs an awkward moment where your gazes slide over each other and he weaves out of his current crowd towards you. So you do the most mature, sound thing you could possibly do in this situation:
You say you have to go to the bathroom to no one in particular and get out of there.Â
Itâs dark, but youâve got sharper eyes than most. Soon the noise of the campfire is behind you. You traipse through the camp towards the bathroom,but you donât get far before you hear something that makes your stomach drop in the worst and best way.Â
Luke, calling your name.Â
At first you think you can get away with not hearing him. Then he calls a second, a third, a fourth time, punctuated with, âCome on, I know you can hear me, can you just turn around?â
Heâs got longer legs than you so the next time he speaks itâs practically in your ear. âHey, just look at me. Please. I want to talk to you.â
Thereâs something so tender in his voice that it makes you cave immediately. But you already feel so fragile, you can feel the tears behind your eyes. You know you wonât have the strength to talk to him.Â
His hand curls gently around your wrist and it sends warmth all the way up your arm. He says your name again, softer, and you love the way it sounds. You canât meet his eyes, but you already know what he looks like. Even in the dark you picture him crystal clear.Â
âLook at me,â he repeats. âI justâI need to know what I did wrong.â
His dark eyes are full and apprehensive when you heed him. You notice how much youâve missed studying his faceâthe slight bunch of his brows, the tensing in his jaw. And you almost delude yourself that heâs missed you just as much, the way he squeezes your wrist and rakes over your expression.
âWhy are you ignoring me?â He asks.Â
âIâm notââ
âYou are. I know you. Just tell me why.âÂ
He looks so sweet, so earnest, and it kills you. You think of the way he looked when all his friends made fun of you. It all comes up before you can help it.Â
âDo you always let me walk around looking like an idiot?â You ask bitingly, staring at the floor. âThe thing, with the paint on my cheekâwhy didnât you tell me? I looked so stupid and all your friends just laughed at me!âÂ
His face falls. âI tried to tell you, I thoughtââ
âItâs okay to say you donât like me, or that youâre embarrassed, or whatever, but I âŠâ You swallow, tears thick on your lower lashes. âEveryone makes fun of me. I donât know why you donât.â
âBecause I do like you,â he states, hand moving up to your forearm.Â
âDonât say that,â you whisper. âYouâre so much ⊠better, you know you are, and I donât want your pity, or your spare time. I justâI made something up in my head that wasnât there and I only noticed it the other day after you talked to that girl and that guy made fun of me and Iâm really, really sorryââ
âIt looked cute. I was trying to say I didnât tell you about the paint because I thought it was cute.â
Thereâs a lull.
âWhat?â You blink stupidly.Â
âI know I shouldâve told you about it, but I swear I was going to before dinner, I didnât think weâd run into anyone before then.â His cheeks tinge red. âI had this whole dumb thing planned out where Iâd wipe it off your cheek and tell you how cute it was once you got embarassed. I was waiting to tell you. I was thinking about it the whole time.â
His hand on your arm is a frighteningly grounding thing. You're dumbstruck by that alone. Your lips part, but all that comes out is, âWhy?â
A gentle laugh tumbles out of his throat. âWhy do you think?â
His other hand comes up to brush your cheekbone, where the paint had been, and you can imagine him doing it to you on that day. How you'd probably react just the way he said you would, the way you are now. A warm orange glow blooming in your chest. âBut the girlââ
âShe tried whispering to me how much she liked my bracelet,â he smiles fondly. âTold her you made it for me. It shut her up. I donât know what that guy said to you but I chewed âem all out the second you left. They knew I wasnât happy. I tried looking for you but you were gone. I don't like them, you know."
You donât know what to say. Itâs too difficult, too uncertain for you to jump the gun on this. So you just stare at all the shifting colours on his face as he moves closer to you. All this time going over his every detail, and there's still more to be enthralled by.
âI found the paintings,â he says, voice so close you can feel it brushing your skin. âThe ones of me. I was looking for you in the Apollo cabin a week ago and you left one out. I knew it was yours because ... I mean, thereâs no one in the world that can make me look that ⊠beautiful.âÂ
The last word is apprehensive but itâs spoken with an unimaginable tenderness. He looks a little teary himself. You think youâre dreaming. âI knew I had to tell you after that. Iâve been trying to tell you. But you started pulling away from me so I thought I was making it all up.â
âTell me what?â Itâs a ghost of a question between you, an impossible thing, but the hand on your arm slips around to your back and he presses it there with such certainty.Â
âYouâre really gonna make me say it?â He cocks his head, but you nod. âIâm in love with you, I think.â
The words cascade over you in ribbons of warmth. Your brain feels fuzzy, seperate from the rest of your body. Your mouth opens multiple times but you canât seem to control what comes out. âLuke, are you joking?â
âNot even a little.â
âBut youâve got so many otherââ
âI want you.â
âI am literally the most incompetent person alive; I canât sing, I canât talk to people, I have a weird kneeââ
"Your knee is fine!"
"I'm just saying, this makes no sense from an outsider perspective, it'sâ"
âOkay, clearly the telling thing isnât working so I guess Iâm just gonna have to kiss you.â
It happens so quickly you donât have any time to think (probably for the better). You let out a surprised âohâ before his mouth silences you, stopping every other thought. Heâs gentle, thumb still rubbing your cheekbone, other hand still firm at your waist. You want to panicâwhere should you put your hands? How do you know youâre doing this right? But he steadies you, the way he always does, and you give in.Â
He starts to smile against your lips. Youâre almost positive the intensity of your heartbeat could summon a storm. When he pulls away, he kisses the corners of your mouth and you think youâre going to evaporate. âI donât think Iâm very good at this,â you whisper.
âYouâre perfect.â He grins a little when your hands tentatively tug at a curl on the nape of his neck. âAnd none of that stuff you say is true. I mean, youâre definitely a better singer than me.â
Leaning close to your ear, he warbles out a song you know but gets the words horribly wrong anyways. You canât help but laugh. âOkay, maybe you have a point.â
He hums and chuckles with you. You swear the moon gets brighter when he wraps his arms around your waist to kiss the side of your face. âNext time you paint me, I want to be there when you do it.â
You blush harder than you ever have in your life. âOnly if you try painting me,â you say quietly.
âOf course. Youâre very pretty, so Iâm sure my horrible artistic skills wonât even make you look bad.â
Luke lets you press your face into the crook of his neck. You soak it up for all itâs worth.Â
In the morning, you wake up in the same position. Your nose tucked against his collarbone, the shade of pink you love freckled across his cheeks. You can't wait to paint him again.
When you look out the window, you say a silent, grateful prayer to your mother.
She's given you two more rainbows.
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Rhett Abbott x Reader
A rejected marriage proposal and a desire to leave Wabang leaves Rhett in an interesting situation.
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You were awoken by pounding on your front door. A low wince came from your throat as the pounding intensified. âIâm cominâ... Iâm cominâ...â you groaned as you got out of bed, draping your quilt over your shoulders as you walked out of your bedroom into the open, free-flowing vibe of the rest of your small apartment. You paused before opening the door. You should take that picture frame downâŠ
As you peered through the peephole, a mix of fear and resignation gripped you. âComâon Sunshine- I know youâre home.â you sighed, your mind filled with weariness, as you opened the door to reveal none other than Luke Tillerson. âYou gonna invite me in?â His voice, laced with a hint of charm, sent a shiver down your spine. You wanted to slam the door in his face and go back to bed, but as he towered over you, you knew he could force his way into your apartment if he really wanted to. You stepped aside and allowed Luke into the foyer. He removed his hat and set it on the small table you had beside the door.Â
You watched as Luke looked around your apartment. He scoffed slightly before putting his hands on his hips and turning his attention to you, âWhyâd you say no?â he huffed. You took a shallow breath and watched Lukeâs features harden. He was never your biggest fan, but when youâd told your now ex-high-school-sweetheart the infamous William âBillyâ Tillerson ânoâ to his incredibly romantic marriage proposal two weeks ago, Lukeâs general dislike turned to hate.Â
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Billy had been the perfect boyfriend in high school and was really great when youâd gone away for college while heâd opted to stay home due to Wayneâs dwindling health. He was patient with you; he would drive from Wabang, Wyoming, to Vermillion, South Dakota, for every sorority event every softball game, and practically became your sugar daddy so you could focus on your studies. He was supportive in every way possible. He was proud of you and was content just sitting on your dorm room floor, staring at you as you did homework. As long as he got to spend time with you. After youâd graduated and moved back home, Billy thought it was time to âmake an honest woman out of you,â as Wayne would say. He didnât want to rush anything; the two of you had been together for eight years, but he could wait another eighty if it meant being with you forever. You worked at the police station to get real-world experience before applying to either law school or the FBI- you still hadnât decided what you wanted to do with your future, but you felt Billy wouldnât be in it.Â
You knew Billy was planning something. He was never really the subtle type; the bells rang when heâd asked you on a picnic one warm spring afternoon. Youâd been back home for a few months and were officially independent from your parents. You were itching to get out of Wabang again. Billy drove the two of you out into the Northern pasture of the Tillerson Ranch, a vast expanse of green that stretched as far as the eye could see. In the spring, a large patch of wildflowers would bloom just outside the woods, adding a burst of color to the landscape. It was beautiful and secluded. Billy pulled out all the stops- it had been a great afternoon until he got down on one knee and presented you with a goddy diamond ring. He made a speech about how you were the love of his life, and he wanted the entire world to know. You watched the hopeful boyish smile leave his face as you started apologizing- âYou donât wanna marry me?â âNo, Billy- Iâm so sorry I just⊠I donât know what I want.âÂ
You got up, wrapping your cardigan around your body tightly before running away from Billy. Your dress was riding up, but you didnât care. You needed to get out of there. You werenât sure how youâd managed to get to the road between the Tillerson and Abbott ranches before dark, but as you started the daunting walk back to the city, youâd absolutely shattered Billyâs heart, and you didnât know if youâd ever forgive yourself. A horn honked behind you; as you looked over your shoulder, you paused in your step as none other than Rhett Abbott pulled up beside you. âShouldnât your guy be drivinâ you home?âÂ
When you burst into tears, Rhett stared at you like a deer in the headlights. He put his truck in park before hopping out and guiding you to the passengerâs side door. He helped you into the cab while you continued to sob fat tears, your body wracked with uncontrollable sobs. You didnât care that Rhett saw you ugly crying- he didnât know what to say or what to do. He thought about how heâd comforted Amy the first time sheâd fallen off a horse, he figured since you were crying in a similar way- maybe it would help. You retracted when you felt his large, calloused hand pat your shoulder. He pulled his hand away, shifted his truck back into drive, and slowly made his way down the dirt road that led back to the city. He let you cry, unsure of what to say or what to do. He turned on the radio and drummed his thumbs along to the song that filled the cab.Â
When Rhett pulled up to your apartment complex, you whimpered out a âthank youâ and reached for the door handle. âDo you want me to come inside with ya?â
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Luke stared at you, waiting for a response. You sighed and wrapped yourself tighter, âLuke- I⊠uh, I just-â you stared before Luke cut you off with a loud scoff. âBilly has treated you like a goddam princess since high school! Just fuckinâ marry the poor kid!â he yelled, stepping closer to you. You shuttered at the sudden movement. Luke noticed and pushed a hand through his hair, âLook, Billy stopped singing. Donât get me wrong- I like the quiet, but the crying⊠just tell him youâll marry him.â
You shook your head, âIâve hurt him enough, Luke⊠please leave.â you instructed as you opened the door. Luke huffed one last time before taking his hat from the table, âYou should take that picture down.â he retorted before slamming the door behind himself. You sighed and looked longer at the picture frame by the door. It was a simple silver frame engraved with 9/2/16 at the top. In the frame was a collage of pictures of you and Billy from high school and a few from when you were in college. You couldnât take it down but couldnât look at it.
It had been a long week at work; you were tired and lethargic and absolutely did not want to go out with your friends that Saturday night. Walking into the bar that night, you saw Trevor Tillerson trying to cozy up with Maira Olivares. One Tillerson was one too many for tonight, you just hoped that Billy stayed home tonight. You followed your friends over to a booth in the back and quickly put in an order for drinks.Â
After a couple of hours, youâd begun to enjoy yourself- your friend Sara was indulging the group with a story about some guy sheâd been hooking up with as the five of you were throwing back shots when a waitress walked up and handed you a drink and handed it to you. âGuy at the bar sent this for ya.â she winked before walking away. A choir of âooooooâs filled your booth, making you roll your eyes. â50 bucks; it was one of the Tillerson boys.â your friend Amanda laughed.
 âFuck off, Amanda- Trevor and Luke both hate my guts, and I donât think Billy is here.â you craned your neck over to the bar and felt the air leave your lungs when Rhett tipped his hat in your direction. âI need some air,â you said abruptly as you got up and quickly headed toward the exit. You werenât looking where you were going when you bumped into the last person you wanted to see right now, âHey, SunshineâŠâ you winced at the low voice of none other than Billy Tillerson. You didnât respond to his greeting as you exited the bar.Â
Rhett watched you from the bar. Heâd always thought you were pretty back in high school. He was a couple of years older than you, and youâd been practically inseparable from Billy Tillerson since the two of you had gotten together during your freshman year- Rhettâs senior year. Since that night he drove you back to your apartment and hung out inside for a few hours. He couldnât get you out of his head. When he saw you walk in with your girlfriends, he felt it was safe to make a move. He and Perry had come out to get a beer and unwind. Perry knew about his little crush on you, before a few weeks ago heâd thought it had gone away. Rhett had told him about a date heâd gone on with Maria, but it was like a light switch went off when he found out about you and Billy breaking up; he was over Maria and now head over heels with you. Perry found it amusing; he figured his brother would never tie himself down with a wife or kids, but when he saw how Rhett was looking at you, he was second-guessing himself.Â
You pushed your hands through your hair as you took a deep breath outside, you were trying to ground yourself, but all of that went to shit when Rhett walked outside. âHey.â he greeted you with his crooked smile. You groaned and walked in the other direction, âRhett, please just leave me-â Rhett cut you off midsentence with a deliciously sweet kiss. His lips tasted like the beer heâd been drinking. With one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek, he pulled you close to his body as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. You kissed him back and looped your arms around his neck as the kiss raised in intensity, Rhett was the one to end it. âLetâs go somewhere. Anywhere,â he mumbled.
âRhett- I - I canât.â you studdered as you tangled your fingers in his hair. âRunaway with me, Sweetheart. Anywhere you wanna go, weâll go.â Rhett said as he ran his thumb against your cheekbone, âAnywhere you want, Baby. Anywhere.âÂ
âYou fuckinâ whore.â Trevor howled. Heâd come outside to smoke but to discover you in Rhett Abbottâs arms was a slap in the face. âMy brother isnât good enough for you, but this fuck up is? You broke his fuckinâ heart, you fuckinâ whore!â his yells got louder, and you pushed Rhett away before wiping the corner of your mouth to wipe away your smeared lipgloss. You looked between the men and felt shame crash over you. Rhett walked up to Trevor and pushed him back, âDonât call her a whore.â he spat. Trevor rolled his eyes as he chuckled, âWell, she shouldnât act like one then.â he pushed Rhett back. The two stared each other down as the bar doors opened.Â
Perry joined the group in the parking lot. âEverythinâ okay out here?â he questioned as he adjusted his hat, âThis donât concern you, Perry.â Trevor spat in his direction. Perry shifted his gaze to you. You shook your head, hoping this wouldnât become a parking lot fight. There was a moment of silence before the other Tillerson brothers came outside. You looked at Trevor and pleaded with him not to tell Billy what heâd walk in on. He shook his head and didnât bother to stifle his laughter, âYour little girlfriend here is just a worthless whore, Billy.âÂ
Billy shook his head. He didnât want to believe what his brother said. âDonât say that TrevorâŠâ he stared at the ground. His stomach twisted as Trevor continued ranting about your supposed promiscuity. Billy wiped his eyes with the back of his hand before looking up at you. Your hair was longer than he remembered. Although they were filled with tears, you still had the prettiest eyes heâd ever seen. Billy wanted nothing more than to reach out and hug you until his arms fell off. âGuess you lucked out, Billy- she probably woulda tried passing off Rhettâs kid as yours.â Trevor laughed. He was trying to get a rise out of you, âShut the fuck up, Trevor!â Billy yelled, closing the distance between the two of them before finally punching him.Â
Billy shook his hand out as Luke finally intervened in the situation. Billy pushed Luke away from him before turning his attention back to you. âAre you okay, Princess?âÂ
You slowly nodded, finding comfort in the pet name. âOkay,â Billy sighed. He glared in Rhettâs direction before walking off in the opposite direction. Youâd had enough for the evening. Rhett reached out for your hand only to be smacked away. âJust- just leave me alone, Abbott. Please,â you begged. Rhett took a step back, and you went back into the bar to find your friends and go home.Â
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You couldnât take it anymore. After weeks of gossip behind your back and judgemental stares from the older women in the community, you needed to leave Wabang. The day youâd gotten your acceptance letter to Texas A&M School of Law was the best day youâd had in weeks. You found an off-campus apartment and a job at a local law firm. Everything was set for the big move, but there was still one thing you had to do before you could run away to Texas for your new start.Â
âHey.â you half-heartedly grinned when Billy opened the door. âHi,â he said as he stepped onto the front porch. âI got into law school⊠Iâm leaving tomorrow, but I wanted to say bye to you.âÂ
âI knew youâd get in. Youâre smart.â Billy chuckled as he rubbed his arm awkwardly.
âI love you so much. Thank you for everything you did for me. I couldnât have done it without you.â you softly smiled as you reached out for one last hug. Billy smiled the goofy smile youâd loved since the day the two of you met in freshman biology. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.
âIf you love something, let it goâŠâ he mumbled into the crook of your neck, making you giggle as you gave him a squeeze. âI love you Y/N. Iâm always gonna love you.â
The two of you stood there longer than you shouldâve; it felt nice and nostalgic. When he released you from his grip, it was freeing. âJust promise you arenât movinâ to Texas with Rhett Abbott,â Billy pleaded as he walked you back to your car. You laughed and said, âNo, Billy, Iâm not moving to Texas with Rhett Abbott.âÂ
While you hadnât planned on moving away with Rhett, he had other plans. You didn't know what to say when he showed up on your doorstep a few weeks after youâd settled.
 âI said anywhere, Baby, and I guess thatâs Texas.â
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"So, Arch? Your principal told me you and Y/N were late for the first few periods of school. What were you both doing that resulted in a tardy?" Fred Andrews asked his son and his best friend.
Archie and Y/N looked at each other and then looked away, not answering Fred's question. Fred knew this tactic. He focused his gaze on Y/N's. "Y/N? What were you and my son doing?"
Y/N looks from Fred to Archie, who gives a look that says 'You better not say anything.' He couldn't do it.
"We were late because Archie and I were having morning sex, Mr. Andrews!"
"Y/N!"
"I can't lie. It's Mr. Andrews. I've never not lied to him before." Y/N said.
#x male reader#male reader insert#archie andrews#archie comics#riverdale#Archie Andrews x male reader#kj apa#ki apa x male reader#luke perry#fred andrews
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Not a request, but can you make a list of the fandoms and characters you write for? Not to be rude! <333
Disclaimer -> There are fandoms I've already written stuff for, or I will in the future, but they're not in the following list because I don't take requests for them (the Matrix, DC, Marvel, etc.) There's no particular reason, I just don't feel like it.
character x reader only, unless I say otherwise (Be as creative or as specific as you wish with the reader. Your request = your personal treat!)
I haven't listed them all down below out of boredom, but slasher reqs are a yes!
FANDOMS & CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR -alphabetical order
ALIEN/ PROMETHEUS:
David 8
Elizabeth Shaw
Elen Ripley
Xenomorph stuff (sfw)
DEAD POETS SOCIETY:
Neil Perry
Todd Anderson
Charlie Dalton
The poets x reader
Mr. Keating (platonic!)
FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S:
William Afton (game/ book / movie)
Springtrap
The Puppet
Comfortingly scary stuff with the animatronics of the first six games.
GAME OF THRONES:
Petyr Baelish
Varys (don't ask me why, probs platonic?)
Jorah Mormont
Sandor Clegane
Brienne of Tarth
maybe Arya Stark (for smut only S8)
maybe Eddard Stark
maybe Tormund Giantsbane
GILMORE GIRLS:
Luke Danes
Lorelei Gilmore
Emily Gilmore
Paris Geller
Michel Gerard
The reader being a citizen of Stars Hollow/ Scenarios that include multiple characters
GRAVITY FALLS:
Stanley and Stanford are the only two characters that smut is permitted (even threesomes)
The reader being part of the town/ Scenarios that include multiple characters
HAZBIN HOTEL:
Alastor (human, giant demon, cursed cat, something from your imagination)
Lucifer Morningstar
Angel Dust
Vox
Sir Pentious (can be shipped with Cherri)
The Hazbins x reader
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON:
Rhaenyra Targaryen
Daemon Targaryen
Aemond Targaryen
Aegon Targaryen
Scenarios that include multiple characters
?Dragon bondingÂż
HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE:
Anything that you desire
IT:
Pennywise
Not sure about any other ships but shoot your shot ig
The reader being a citizen of Derry/ Scenarios that include multiple characters
LEE JINUK:
Pyeon Sang-Wook (and I'm open to writing for Sweet Home in general)
Player 246
LONGLEGS:
Dale Ferdinand Kobble
Maybe Lee Harker
Maybe Ruth Harker
LOTR/ THE HOBBIT:
Bilbo Baggins
Thorin Oakenshield
Fili Durin
Kili Durin
Thranduil
Gandalf x reader (platonic!!)
Thorin & company x reader
The fellowship x reader
Sauron in any form
The Witch King of Angmar (đ€)
OMORI:
I'M NOT AGING ANYONE UP FOR SMUT/ I WON'T PUT ANYONE IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS (aging up for character development is acceptable ig).
Omori (can be shipped with Aubrey)
Sunny (can be shipped with Aubrey/Basil)
Stranger
Basil
The group x reader
The reader just experiencing or being part of Headspace, Black Space, White Space and the characters there.
PEDRO PASCAL:
Joel Miller
Din Djarin
RYAN GOSLING:
Ken
Officer K
Sierra Six/ Court Gentry
Colt Seavers
SHERLOCK BBC:
Sherlock Holmes (platonic mostly)
John Watson
maybe James Moriarty
maybe Molly Hooper
SQUID GAME 2:
The Front Man/ Player 001
Player 246
Thanos
The Salesman
Hit me up with anyone from S2 actually. Men and women.
Scenarios that include multiple characters.
STAR WARS:
the WHOLE Skywalker bloodline (expect Ray, but no hate to anyone who likes her)
Han Solo
Ahsoka Tano
Captain Rex
Obi wan Kenobi
General Grievous
Darth Maul
Darth Malgus
Din Djarin
Captain Phasma
Some droid fluff
Don't limit yourself since there's a good chance I forgot someone
STRANGER THINGS:
Billy Hargrove
Eddie Munson
Jim Hopper (don't ask why)
Joyce Byers
Vecna/ Henry Creel
The reader being a citizen of Hawkins/ Scenarios that include multiple characters
THE DA VINCI CODE:
Silas
THE SECRET HISTORY:
Anything
Absolutely anyone
I mean it
(no incest, no orgies/ threesomes)
UNDERTALE/ DELTARUNE:
Sans
Papyrus
Toriel
Asgore
Azriel
Ralsei
Scenarios that include multiple characters
WIZARDING WORLD:
While I don't deny my love for HP since I grew up with it, I want you to know this is a safe place.
Any Harry Potter or Fantastic Beasts character
Scenarios that include multiple characters
masterlist of all work
requesting rules/ info
*my paypal link can be found on my masterlist & fics
#dead poets society#neil perry#william afton#got smut#aemond hotd#hotd smut#gilmore girls#luke danes#gravity falls#hazbin hotel#alastor#hazbin vox#angel dust#daemon x reader#pennywise x reader#pennywise it#bill skarsgÄrd#lotr#thorin oakenshield#thorin x reader#the hobbit#thranduil#omori#pedro pascal#joel miller smut#ken x reader#ryan gosling character#pyeon sangwook#sans undertale#dale cobble
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Fall Vibes With Him đ (multi fandom)
A/N : Ah watched Twitches yesterday with fall candles lit while drinking Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Chai Latte (I felt like that bitch ) . Going to pumpkin patch later today then following it by watching horror movies later on. So I'm feeling very inspired- đ€đ©°đ§ž
Summary: Doing fall things with him.
Fandoms : Cod,Dead Poets Society,Gilmore Girls,Sons Of Anarchy, The Bear.(characters I specifically imagine for this
Fandoms : Cod,Dead Poets Society,Gilmore Girls,Sons Of Anarchy, The Bear.( âââ characters I specifically imagine for this âââ )
Cod: Gaz,Horangi,Keegan,Soap
Dead Poets Society: Charlie,Meeks,Neil
Gilmore Girls: Logan,Luke, Jess
SOA: Chibs,Jax,Opie
The Bear : Carmy,Richie,Marcus
Making the trending "Boo Baskets " for each other ,of course he's going all out for you when he's making his
Also doing the tie matching blankets fall themed of course while Halloween Town is playing the background
Forcing him into a Bath and Body Work for new candles and new perfume. He ends up getting headache from all the smells because you made him smell each candle you wanted asking for his opinion on them , he hated most of them.
Going into a Spirit Halloween . You instantly ran into the animatronics.. You made him test the ones that scared you. Sneaking from him and scaring him with a mask
You guys drove past a Starbucks, you begged him to stop for good ten minutes ,long past the coffee now . He was doing great of not giving up until looked over seeing your puppy dogs staring him down . He sighed and turned around, you both got the Pumpkin Spice Chai Latte. You forced him to get his .
Going to a Pumpkin Patch, going through the corn maze. You joke about how you guys should live on a farm. You guys crave the pumpkins and do the pumpkin head trend . Extra points if you have a pet and get a little pumpkin for your beloved fur child having them in the photos hoot
Watching different Halloween movies every night of October either a horror movie or something on Disney +
Listening to Halloween playlist when driving around
Taking a trip to Este Park Co and going to the Stanley Hotel. Also walking around the mountain admiring how beautiful it is. Going through all the cute little shops . Doing a ghost tour
Going through Haunted Houses clinging onto him for dear life the whole time
#cod mw2#gaz cod#soap cod#horangi cod#keegan cod#cod x reader#gaz x reader#soap x reader#horangi x reader#keegan x reader#gilmore girls fanfiction#luke danes#logan huntzberger#jess mariano#dead poets society#charlie dalton#neil perry#steven meeks#soa x reader#chibs x reader#jax x reader#opie x reader#jax teller#chibs telford#sons of anarchy#the bear x reader#carmy x reader#richie x reader#marcus x reader
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Hi! I've read your writing about the supermodel! I'm obsessed with it! Can you do something similar but make the MC/reader an idol?
Idol
Xavier; Zayne; Rafayel; Sylus; Caleb; Jeremiah; Greyson; Thomas; Luke & Kieran x female!reader
Genre: fluff
Warnings: may come out a little suggestive if you squint (Xavier; Sylus; Greyson), alcohol (Thomas), hinted at bisexual reader in Luke & Kieran's part
Note: OMG HELL YES, I was really confused if the idea was supposed to be about just idol, or a k-pop kind of idol so I went with the idea of the reader being a soloist whether k-pop or not - doesn't matter
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Music is what feelings sound like...
Xavier

How do we rewrite the stars?
Say you were made to be mine
Nothing can keep us apart
'Cause you are the one I was meant to find
~ âRewrite The Starsâ Zac Efron, Zendaya
â
falls asleep listening to your music, makes it his ringtone, all of his chores are done while humming to it, he's obsessed in the cutest way
â
oh if you'd ever write a song inspired by him; expect him to not leave you alone for at least two weeks straight, he will be tailing you like a puppy wherever you go (if you're already on this stage in a relationship then bathroom included, you can lock the door but this dude can teleport sooo...)
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would get any merch you release and would (will) make you sign it (please add a little heart or a star to your autograph every now and then, he will cherish those pieces the most)
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after your concerts, late at night in your shared home, you would have a private concert between just the two of you and occasionally you would also invite animals that came to visit you
"Xavier my voice is dead, you have to sing solo." you laughed while taking a sip of water from your bottle.
"But without my other half this song isn't as special as it's supposed to be, it's our song." he complained, while looking too cute with a little frown on his face.
"Then pick another song, and this one we'll sing together tomorrow, deal?" you came closer to him, your arms curling around his neck, hugging him.
You swore that the brightest stars of tonight's sky were hidden in his eyes, looking at you as if reflecting your shine, as if your joy was what made him truly the happiest.
With a quiet sight he complied, agreeing to continue your little concert another day, letting your vocal cords rest after hours of singing.
You felt his hands tightening its hold at your waist before casting you up, making you cling to him even more, while your legs wrapped around his waist. You threw him a questioning look, but he simply smiled while proceeding to carry you towards your shared bathroom.
"Xavier? May I ask what exactly are you doing?" you giggled a bit while he sat you down at the edge of the tub.
"Planning to spoil you and get you ready for bed." he said casually while already starting to prepare a bath.
"So the first point of your little plan is running me a bath?" he nodded, not looking at you, too focused on getting the right temperature of water "Will you join me?" now you got his attention. Seeing your smiley face he wouldn't even dream of refusing, deciding to simply chuckle to himself and nod his head once more.
Zayne

Unconditional, unconditionally
I will love you unconditionally
There is no fear now
Let go and just be free
~ âUnconditionallyâ Katy Perry
â
makes sure that you don't overwork yourself, which sometimes may be hard while your new album is about to drop or a tour is approaching
â
sometimes, especially in the evening when it's just the two of you in the quietness of your home, you like to sit in his office and write songs while he works, some lyrics would never leave your notes, too personal to share them with the world
â
would attend award ceremonies with you, however he won't walk the red carpet by your side, when asked about it he simply says that it's only your moment to shine, but you know that it's just because he's not fully comfortable with that kind of attention on him
â
if you play instruments in a different room while he's working he would purposely leave the door to his office open, same with singing, once he'll finished with all of the documents he would go to find you and listen to you in person, sometimes hiding behind the wall as 'not to distract you'
He heard another faint note coming from the piano in the living area of your home, soon accompanied by your voice, so quiet and soft that Zayne almost couldn't catch it.
Looking at the clock in the corner of the monitor of his work laptop and noticing the late hour he decided to call it a night. The rest of his work can wait until tomorrow, now he wanted to spend the remaining hours of the day with his love, and nothing could stop him.
He left his office and made his way through the dark corridor, his steps quiet, not wanting to alert you of his presence, planning to stay unnoticed for a while and enjoy your little concert.
And just like any other time: he succeeded.
He leaned against the wall on the other side of the room while watching your back, slightly lit garden making as your background behind the huge window.
If recorded - this moment could fit perfectly in one of your future music videos, but instead it was just his to savor.
A perfectly played melody synchronized with your voice sounded like an angel singing lullaby accompanied by the gentle noises of its wings swaying in the air.
Unnoticed by him the song finally came to an end, last note leaving the instrument before your finger left the key.
Seconds later the sound of a quiet applause from behind your back stirred you, quickly you turned around on your seat, catching eye contact with your lover.
"Will there finally come a time when you'll stop sneaking up on me when I play?" you teased with not even a hint of irritation in your voice.
"I simply do not wish to disturb your focus, once you're fully into the song you tend to lose yourself in it. I wouldn't dream of breaking that state." his smirk made you let out a quiet giggle.
"Come and join me."
Rafayel

Ain't no prayer, ain't no God that could save us from our love
Ain't no rainfall, ain't no flood that could drown all our sorrow
~ âLovers In The Darkâ Sophie Morelli
â
in a pack with a boyfriend you got yourself a free stylist, well not exactly free, but your payment now are kissed and complements
â
poor Thomas would never hear the end of Raf's ramblings about you... "Rafayel I know that your girlfriend is really really important to you BUT I NEED YOUR ASS TO GET BACK TO PAINTING, WE HAVE CUSTOMERS!" while Rafayel stays in his seat, unbothered, ordering thousands of new designer clothes for you - yeah it's hard to be a manager of such a diva
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would put his artistic soul to use when you need a new album cover, either would paint something inspired by your song or play your photographer for a bit
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concerts backstage can get really chaotic sometimes, all sets of hands put to work, making sure that everything will go smoothly - and Rafayel making sure that you look your absolute best (girl fire your stylist at this point)
"Babe who hurt you?" he looked at you looking genuinely terrified.
"Rafayel. It's just an outfit, I'll be fine." your gaze returned to a mirror, trying to believe in your own words.
"JUST AN OUTFIT?! Baby there's absolutely no way I'm letting you on stage in this... Horrible, horrible, piece of fabric." his eyes never left your clothes, his brows drew together in a grimace, half an hour was left before you'll need to wrap everything up and walk out to face the cameras and your fans, he needs to fix the mess your 'stylist' made.
"Can you fix it in twenty minutes?" you asked, the confidence disappearing from your expression, looking at him with a plead. Instantly he moved towards your wardrobe, pulling you after him.
"Give me ten." he signaled for you to take off this outfit while busying himself in the countless clothes, working his art.
He'll be damned if he'll let you leave this room in anything less than gorgeous and fabulous.
He had a mission to fulfill, and your image to protect.
Hours later he waited in your changing room for the people to stop running around you, logging onto his social media to see any new posts about you.
WHO'S THAT DIVA???
DOES SHE LIKE WOMEN TOO? Asking for a friend.
I don't think so, she took her bf on the red carpet last time đ
WHYYYY, WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS TO STEAL HER FROM US
seeing people just now discovering that she dates Rafayel is wild
WAIT. I JUST GOT TO KNOW THAT SHE'S TAKEN AND NOW YOU'RE TELLING ME SHE DATES THE RAFAYEL??? đđđ
Idk who I am more jealous about...
âŹïžâŹïžâŹïž literally me
BISEXUAL PANIC đ«Ą
He chuckled to himself, yeah he won the world the moment you agreed to date him.
Sylus

They say all good boys go to Heaven
But bad boys bring Heaven to you
It's automatic
It's just what they do
~ âHeavenâ Julia Michaels
â
mysterious boyfriend pt. 2 - the one and only time when your fans 'saw' him was in one of your mv's, but only his back was visible while you were clinging to his side, at first they thought that it was some random actor but then they saw the same white hair on one of your social media stories and rumors started to fly
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would give twins the tickets to your concert under the excuse of watching you in case someone came there to hurt you, but in reality it's just because he knows they enjoy your concerts and wants them to have some fun
â
he'll ensure your safety on any kinds of events, not trusting your company to take care of it properly
â
in one interview you mentioned that your partner is absolutely tone-deaf, laughing about it, saying how opposites attract, in another one you said how your partner loves your singing and how they are your biggest supporter and inspiration
You just stepped out of your morning shower, putting on underwear you went to sit down on a stool before the mirror, about to dry your hair and do your morning beauty routine.
With the loud humming of the hair dryer drowning out other noises you began to sing, loudly, thinking that no one will hear it.
Well, you were wrong.
About a minute in you noticed a silhouette standing by the door.
Damn you should really learn to lock it.
"Sylus?" you asked, turning the hair dryer off, watching him through the mirror's reflection.
"Don't mind me sweetheart. I'm just enjoying the show." you turned around to face him with your face expression screaming 'really?', but he remained unbothered, reaching to close the door and right after taking a couple steps your way finding himself right behind you "Allow me."
The hair dryer was gently taken away from your hand, your eyes met his in the mirror, smile threatened to show on your lips, but you still tried to keep up the facade of annoyance.
Yet completely unbothered Sylus began drying your hair, humming a tune in the meantime, a sound that you almost didn't catch.
Seeing his eyes focused on your hair, you closed your own in a relaxed manner, your voice synchronizing with his when you started to hum the well-known melody of the song you wrote for him a long time ago.
A quiet domesticated moment before your long day began was something that you didn't even know you needed today, but were absolutely grateful that it happened. Grateful that you had someone to share this morning with.
Caleb

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now
~ âAirplanesâ B.o.B, Hayley Williams
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imagine being highschool sweethearts with Caleb, every girl being jealous of you, sending you hateful glances every time they saw you leaning on his arm during a break between the classes, and every guy either congratulating him on dating you or plotting to steal you away from him
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and in the middle of it all: both of you just didn't care - too busy with admiring the other to notice the jealous looks you received at every corner, every gift given to you by someone else than your lover being either rejected or thrown away
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everyone knew that you'll go far in life, with his plans about becoming a pilot and your dreams of existing in the music industry, supporting each other in your goals
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and with another concert bringing a huge echo on the news questions started floating around you; did you have a partner? Well that was a secret no one knew the truth about, with you dodging any question regaining your private life like a pro
The screams and cheering felt like home, you standing with a microphone before thousands of people, feeling like you made it.
Another song starting to play, the show going on, you and your dancers flowlessly navigating through the stage, during one of the quiet moments between the verses, your eyes began scanning the front row, eager to meet one pair of eyes watching you.
And sure enough: among the sea of flashes, phones and signs one immediately caught your eye.
[ Your Wish Is Here đâ]
A giggle slipped out from your mouth, your mic catching the sound before you moved your face away, cheers erupted from everywhere around you, your eyes met his.
The next words before you came back to singing got an even louder reaction from the crowd.
"All of my wishes came true already." and the lyrics of your song began floating out of your mouth, all the while holding the eye contact with those beautiful violet eyes.
You made it.
Jeremiah

Lilacs for all of the lies
Daisies for days that I cried
I love to watch 'em as they die
Orchids when I want a kiss
All that I need is your tulips on mine
~ âDon't Send Me Flowersâ Sorana
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to say that you were an unexpected match would be an understanding. A humble florist with a worldwide music star? Yeah, maybe in a dreams.
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your fans knew that you had someone, the smile on your face every time you were asked about your partner was telling them enough, even if your mouth didn't.
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in reality this match was as if made in Heaven: your radiating kindness together with his calm but sweet demeanor, never before have you had a partner that was so understanding and patient with you
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the truth as to why you never spoke his name was a mystery, you talked about him so much, they saw you with him every now and then, so why was his name such a high guarded secret?
"So... Are you coming with me for the next tour?" you asked in a hopeful tone, it was a week before the whole thing shall begin, and you had yet to hear an answer from his lips.
Today he texted you that he finally decided, you weren't particularly stressed, if he'll agree then you'll be happy, if he'll refuse then you'll be... well, less happy but still understanding and just slightly sadden by the fact.
The look on his face didn't tell you anything, perfectly calm and composed.
"Well I had a lot of thinking to do, and some work with the documents." his identity creates complications every now and then "And I've decided..." he made a dramatic pause, the hopeful look on your face made his heart throb.
"Well? Tell me! You kept me in the dark for too long Mister!" your expression turned into a fake annoyance, unable to help himself he chuckled.
"I'll come with you." instantly you jumped onto him, almost making you both fall in the process but he managed to steady you in time, damn he's actually kinda strong...
The smile didn't leave either of your faces for the rest of the day, your happiness caused by his agreement and his caused by your joy.
Yeah, a perfect harmony.
Greyson

And every time we touch, boy, you make me feel weak
I can tell you're shy, and I think you're so sweet
Spendin' every night under covers and
Still I wonder, could you fall for a woman like me?
~ âWoman Like Meâ Little Mix, Nicki Minaj
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imagine him being your fan previously to your meeting and relationship, nothing too intense, but he knew you and your music well enough to recognize you
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now imagine his shock when he randomly saw you sitting at the quiet cafe he often visited after leaving his work, enjoying your favorite drink while occupied by a book lying open before you
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he tried not to stare, you probably came there to relax and wouldn't wish to be bothered by a fan asking for a photo or autograph, so he tried to go about his day, trying to act like he totally didn't recognize his celebrity crush
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now imagine his shock when you spoke to him when he was passing by your table, saying that his glasses suit him, a nice compliment turned into an hour spent talking to each other, with him leaving the cafe with an autograph in his notebook, a photo with you hugging him, and your number to top that
"Darling do you know where my Saint Laurent heels are?" he heard your voice coming from the bathroom, probably finishing up your make-up.
Turning off the stove he went to the bedroom, knowing where to look for your (expensive) shoes.
And sure enough: they were there, lying carelessly in the corner of your room, the memories of how they ended up there bringing a blush to his face.
He picked them up, much more carefully than you when you dropped them to the floor, and headed back to give them to you.
Just as he left the bedroom he saw you, standing before the body length mirror put right next to the entrance door, fixing your jewelry.
He took a second to admire you, the way your body looked in your carefully picked outfit, the way your hair looked absolutely perfect and your make-up imitating a professional work.
How did he even got to date you?
Oh, right, he didn't, you picked him, grabbed him by a collar like you would a kitten saying 'This one's mine.' and he just accepted it (gladly).
"Darling? My shoes?" your voice brought him back from a daydream, he met your eyes through the mirror's reflection, a knowing smile formed on your lips.
He rushed towards you, showing you the items in his hands.
"Thank you darling." you kissed his cheek, unknowingly to him leaving a lipstick mark.
You bent to put on the shoes, with him moving away to pick up your purse, handing it to you once you stood up straight.
You took your possession from him and moved your palm to caress his cheek for a second, gracing him with one more smile of yours before turning around and leaving the walls of your shared apartment.
Thomas

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you
~ âEnchantedâ Taylor Swift
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you met him during one of the after parties after a gala that he attended with (instead of) Rafayel, he was sipping nonalcoholic drink, rethinking all of his life choices after another one of artist's runaways from the cameras
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imagine your drunk ass laughing from something that your friends were saying, unnoticed by you coming too close to a tables put on the higher platform and falling in a way that had you landing right on Thomas's lap
â
it was a start to your love story, you spend an evening together, talking about the industries and random life fun-facts, the night ending in him driving you home and exchanging numbers
â
you were one of the rising stars back then, overworked and underappreciated, you felt like you didn't have a say in your career, everyone deciding for you, even your social media were carefully monitored and you needed an approval from the management before posting anything, that was until Thomas put a stop to it
"You don't understand how much your career costs the company! Your music is better as it is, so leave your little notes in the trash and get back to the studio to work with the professionals." your manager, an old guy whose wife left taking the kids with her, screamed at you on the corridor, right after another long, boring meeting regarding your status in the industry.
"If only they would take a peek at my lyrics maybe it would work for the be-" you tried to argue, but the look he sent you made you quiet down instantly.
"I don't care about your little scribbles." harshly he yanked the papers from your hands, crumpling the paper with his grip "This is trash. Everything you do - is trash. So if you want us not to drop you and your little music career then just stay quiet and do what you're told." you felt the numbness creeping up on you, this isn't what you wanted your life to look like. You saw the old man opening up his mouth to probably let out more insults about you and your work, but another voice interrupted your conversation before he got the chance to continue.
"I'm pretty sure that insulting your artists is against the company's policy." you looked at Thomas, he told you that he'll be at a meeting in your work place today, he probably just finished up with that.
Before your manager could mutter out an excuse Thomas clicked something on his phone, a voice recording started playing, a proof of what happened a moment earlier.
You couldn't help the smile that threatened to show, he had lots of recordings like those actually.
You saw how the colors left your manager's face and knew that you caught him.
You shared a knowing look with Thomas, silently thanking him.
It will all be alright.
Luke & Kieran

Yeah, you fell in love
But you fell deeper in this pit
While death rains from above
So count your blessings 'cause this is it
You're not letting it go
So what if I misbehave? It's what everybody craves
~ âAddictâ Michael Kovach, Chi-Chi
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I hope you're ready for the chaos, because girl you're in for a ride. The amount of support you would get from every single man above but make it double.
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imagine being a loud, confident, outspoken woman in the industry, rising up high just as a teen, everyone knew who you are, either loving or hating you (you were probably a wake up call for young teens gayness)
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none of the men could ever handle you, so who could blame you when you got yourself two super sweet and silly boyfriends, breaking a standard once again?
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your partners were a mystery, people knew about them, sure, but they knew them without ever seeing their faces or knowing their names, the most of the info they got was when a video from the backside of your concert got leaked, showing a cute moment between you and two men, dressed in black comfy clothes covering them whole with a hood dropped over their heads and a masks
"You'll drop me!" your high pinched scream could be heard together with your laugh, and a loud chuckle from one of the two men.
One of them had you dropped over his shoulders, attempting to do a squat with you as his additional weight.
"OMG STOP!" you continued screaming while laughing, clearly having fun.
"Aaaaand..." the other guy followed you two down, cheering up on the man holding you "WE GOT IT!" he screamed when the other man came back to stand after his successful squat without dropping you,
"I'LL KILL YOU TWO!" you playfully tugged on their hair to which they both let out a couple of dramatic 'auw!'s.
The video ended with the camera dropping down and the sound of the three of you laughing,
Safe to say that it made a storm in the media.
I AM SORRFY WHSO ARE THEYD?
THATS WHAT ALL OF US WANT TO KNOW SIS
Well that was not on my 2048 bingo card...
my crush got herself 2 boyfriends and I'm fine with it. *sob*
I have a couple of not really appropriate questions.
*hides a notebook* a couple of whaaaaaat
Okay, so the bisexual Queen got a man. Two men. Chat how are we coping?
*cries into a pillow*
It's a hard day for us girlies out here.
We fight, she's held hostageđ€șđ€șđ€ș
OMG I JUST WOKE UP???!!! đ„čđ
#xavier x reader#xavier x you#zayne x reader#zayne x you#rafayel x reader#rafayel x you#sylus x reader#sylus x you#caleb x reader#caleb x you#jeremiah x reader#greyson x reader#thomas x reader#luke and kieran x reader#luke x reader x kieran#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace#l&ds#lads#lnds#xavier love and deepspace#zayne love and deepspace#rafayel love and deepspace#sylus love and deepspace#caleb love and deepspace#love and deepspace fluff
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pairing: marcus moreno x male reader
summary: you and marcus are dorm mates in college. you find heâs bought a magic 8 ball with him
tags: MDNI soft dom marcus, unprotected p in a, oral, kinda cuddlefucking, coming out, cute teasing, college au
word count: 2k
a/n: this is for @clubsoft's have you ever tried this one? writing challenge. i got the position thirst and the item magic 8 ball. reader is lowkey silly in this one lol, it was fun to write!!
âa magic 8 ball? at college?â you chuckle, standing up from grabbing the ball from under marcusâ bed, âwhat are you, five years old?âÂ
âgive that back!â marcus whines, trying to snatch the ball back. you pull away, so he canât reach it. âitâs⊠special, okay? just give it back.â
âyou donât actually believe in it do you?â you ask, a smirk playing on your lips, âitâs just a toy, marcus.âÂ
âitâs notâ i swear, it tells the truth,â marcus pleads, still trying to grab the ball. you laugh at him. âjust give it to me and iâll prove it.â you roll your eyes and hand it to him. his face lights up once itâs back in his hands.
âalright, dude,â you sigh, dropping back onto marcusâ bed, âshow me what that thing can do.â marcus rolls it in his hands nervously, biting his lip before sitting down next to you on the bed. he looks down at you, his eyes lingering on the why your shirt rides up.Â
âokay, letâs ask it something easy first, yeah?â marcus says, âyou ask first.â
âugh, alright,â you groan, âis marcus a gullible fool?â marcus glares at you. âshake it.â he rolls his eyes and shakes it. he frowns.Â
âwhat does it say?â you ask, staying laid back on the bed.Â
âwithout a doubt,â marcus grumbles. you burst into laughter, sitting up and patting marcus on the back.
âshit, maybe you were right,â you chuckle, nudging him, âi guess it does tell the truth. your turn.â
âi could be mean and ask a question about you, but iâm kinder than you are,â marcus huffs, âdo you really like superhero movies and you arenât just being kind when you sit through them with me?â you raise your eyebrows but wait for the ball to answer. âas i see it, yesâ says the ball.Â
âcanât believe you doubted me on that,â you chuckle, âgive it to me. i wanna ask it a question.âÂ
ânothing rude,â marcus mumbles, handing the ball to you.
âyou think so little of me,â you smirk, âis marcus a closeted homosexual?â marcusâ face drops as soon as the words leave your lips. you donât see the look on his face, too focused on the ballâs answer.Â
âshit, marky,â you say, âthis ball says you gay as a goddamn rainbow. âit is certain.ââ you show him the answer, finally seeing the look on his face. heâs strangely pale and he can barely look at you.Â
âjesus, dude,â you say, concern ripe in your voice, âit was just a jokeâ itâs just a dumb ball. it doesnât mean anything. youâre notââ
âbut i am,â marcus mutters. you freeze, just staring at him, mouth agape. he stares at the floor, not daring to look at you.
âmarcusâŠâ you breathe, âi⊠i didnât know. iâm sorry. i didnât mean to out you using a magic 8 ball.â that makes marcus chuckle a little.
âhonestly, thatâs not a bad coming out story,â marcus says, a small smile curling on his lips, âitâs a little funny.â he shrugs.
âiâm the first person youâve told?â you ask, shocked, âdamn. iâm kinda honoured.â you lay back down on the bed, a smug smirk on your lips. âdonât sweat it, marky. i ainât gonna tell anyone. it donât bother me.â marcus turns round to look at you properly, a surprised look on his face.Â
âoh,â marcus says, âthâ thatâs good. uh, thanks.âÂ
âi wonât tell anyone, unlessâŠâ you smirk, seeing the slight panic rise in marcus, âyou tell me your celebrity crush.â marcus rips the pillow out from under your head and smacks you square in the face with it.Â
âyou motherfucker!â he yells as you laugh, âyou scared me!â you chuckle, grabbing the pillow and placing it back under your head.Â
âdonât avoid the question,â you smile, âtell me. who is it?â marcus blushes and turns away.Â
âluke perry,â he mumbles, âfrom 90210.âÂ
âhah!â you clap your hands with a laugh, âi knew it! you are way too focused during his scenes.â you grab marcusâ shoulder, pulling him down to lay next to you. âloosen up. donât you feel lighter now youâve told someone?âÂ
marcus turns his head to look at you, you faces only an inch apart. he blushes, turning his head to look back up at the ceiling.
âi⊠i guess so,â marcus shrugs. you turn, leaning against marcus. you bring the ball up to marcusâ face.Â
âyou wanna ask a question about me now?â you ask, âit can be invasive. think of it as consolation.â marcus looks at you, frowning slightly before taking the ball. he hesitates and then smirks.
âdo you jerk off at night while iâm in the room?â he says, shaking the ball.
âgross, dude! i told you i donât!â you groan. marcus laughs as he looks at the answer.
âyes definitely,â marcus laughs, âi knew you did, you pervert!âÂ
âno! that things a liar,â you laugh, grabbing the ball from him. as you grab it from him, marcus doesnât let go and you end up pulling him onto you. marcus freezes and you smirk.
âhey handsome,â you chuckle, âlookinâ good up there.â marcus blushes and moves to get off of you. you grab his hips, keeping him in place.
âwait,â you whisper, âdonât.â you look up at him, his big brown eyes magnified by his thick glasses. he stills his movements, laying on top of you. you cup marcusâ cheeks, feeling the soft scrape of his stubble.Â
âyou ever been with another guy before?â you breathe. marcus shakes his head, his heart racing and his growing shallow. âwould you like to try?â he flinches, his body wracked with nerves as he processes what youâre saying.Â
âbâbut youâre notâŠâ you frown at him before he can finish his sentence. âoh, sâsure.âÂ
âwe can stop whenever you want,â you whisper, âiâm not here to pressure you into anything, okay?â marcus nods and you lean in to kiss him. you place a soft, slow kiss on his lips, restraining your tongue and simply letting him find his own pace. he moves his shaky hands to grab your waist, pulling you flush against his swelling crotch. he moans into your mouth as you grind up against him, deepening the kiss.Â
you break the kiss to pull off your shirt, looking at marcus for permission before removing his. he has a soft musculature, a body reflecting both his strength and soft nature at once. you run your hands down his soft chest, marvelling in the beauty of his freckled skin.Â
âyou been with a girl before?â marcus nods. âokay then, weâll make this easy for you. youâll fuck me, okay?âÂ
you shimmy out of your pants and underwear and marcus does the same. you stare, one day working your erection, as marcus reveals his cock. itâs big but not too big by any means. the tip is flushed purple and the shaft is warm brown and widens at the base. you bite your lip, stroking your cock as you imagine how good thatâs gonna feel inside you.Â
âshit, marcus,â you breathe, practically drool as he lays down next to you blushing, âcan i suck your dick?âÂ
âyou want to?â he asks, shocked that his roommate wants anything to do with his dick.Â
âof course i fuckinâ want to,â you chuckle, rolling over to crawl down to his crotch, âhottest cock iâve ever seen.â marcus raises an eyebrow. âokay, the hottest cock iâve seen in person, not in porn.âÂ
he just laughs, pushing your head against his thigh. you take that as an opportunity to pepper kisses to marcusâ inner thigh. you smirk as you hear his breath hitch. you look up at him through your eyelashes, your tongue flicking out, licking up to his balls. âplease, can i suck your cock, baby?â
marcus lets out a loud, needy whimper, a sound that he didnât even know he could make.Â
âfuck, dude,â marcus pants, rubbing a hand over his face, âfuck, yesâ please suck my cock.â you smirk and immediately take his cock in your hand. you lick at the head, tasting the drops of precum heâs already leaking. you take the head into your mouth and marcus moans, his hips bucking deeper into your mouth. you hum proudly as marcus starts to come apart under your mouth. you take him deeper, not all the way, but enough to have him clawing at your scalp. he canât help but take control, move your head in time with his hips.Â
âshitâ thatâs good,â marcus moans, âreally fucking good.â you pull off his cock, smirking at him.
âiâm the king of blowjobs,â you wink, âjust ask our neighbours.âÂ
âyou slut!â marcus laughs, pulling you up to kiss him. the way he just picks you up by your armpits and pulls you up with ease makes your cock throb.Â
âfuck, youâre strong, marky,â you whisper, leaning in to kiss him again, âi thought your working out was a compulsive habit. not something that could be so sexy.â marcus rolls his eyes and just pulls you back in for a kiss. he grabs your ass, pushing your hips to grind together.Â
âtaking control?â you chuckle against his lips, âyou really are sexy.âÂ
âmhm,â marcus hums, rolling you two to your sides, slipping his knee between your legs, âone girl i was with really liked this position. i hope you do too.â he slides his top hand down your waist and the other slips under your neck. it gives him perfect access to suck hickies on your neck.Â
âmarcus,â you breathe, your hands cupping his neck. the soft pressure against your neck and the way marcus grinds his cock against yours, makes your eyes roll back. âyou sure youâve never been with a guy before?âÂ
âoh?â he chuckles, much more in his element now, âam i that good already?âÂ
âshut up and just put it in,â you whine. marcus presses a kiss to your chin and moves his cock to press against your hole. slowly, he begins his push inside. you grip his hair for stability as you try to adjust to the size of him. âmarkyâ fuck.â
at your whimpers for him, marcus holds you closer. âi got you, baby. nice and slow, yeah?â
âmhm,â you nod, whining as you bury your face in his neck. he bottoms out and starts to thrust in and out, gentle and shallow.Â
âyou okay?â he whispers.
âyeah,â you chuckle, kissing him on the cheek, âyou can go faster.â marcus rubs his thumb on your waist as he picks up his pace. the position doesnât let him thrust in too fast, allowing for a nice intimate pace.Â
âfuck,â marcus moans, hugging you tighter as he loses himself inside you, âyou feel so fucking goodâ mierda.â you chuckle, reveling in the pleasure youâre bringing him.Â
âyeah, that feel good, marky?â you hum, âkeep going. i want you to finish inside me.â marcus whines, bucking into you faster.Â
ârâreally?â he pants, âwonât it be messy?â you turn your head to capture his lips, hooking your leg tighter round his waist. he gets the message, squeezing your waist as he pushes his stomach against your cock give you some much needed friction.Â
with a few more good thrusts and rubs against your cock, youâre both cumming. marcus sounds beautiful as he orgasms, whimpering and whining your name as he fills you with his cum.Â
âfuck, marcus,â you moan, your fingers tug at his hair as you ride out your orgasm, âfor your first time with a guy⊠shit, that was good.â marcus chuckles, gently pulling out of you. he keeps holding you close, snuggling in and nuzzling your neck with his nose.Â
âthank you for that,â marcus whispers, âyou didnât have to, yâknow.â you pull back to cup marcusâ cheeks, making him look you in the eyes.
âwhat the hell do you mean i didnât have to?â you chuckle, âmarcus, i wanted to fuck you. that wasnât a sympathy fuck, you idiot. i love you.â his eyes widen, a smile curling on his lips.
âyou do?â he asks, unable to contain his excitement, âiâ i love you too.â he kisses you hard, full of suppressed feelings for you he barely knew he was harbouring.Â
âyouâre my best friend, marcus,â you whisper against his lips.Â
âyouâre mine too.â
#marcus moreno#marcus moreno x reader#marcus moreno x male reader#HYETTO?WC#pedro pascal smut#pedro boys#pedrito#pedro pascal characters#ppcu fanfiction#writing challenge#ppcu writing challenge#smut writing challenge
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My Finalized WIP List
DC Comics - Jason Todd:
Old Ghosts - Your high school sweetheart Jason Todd died when you were both fifteen years old. You are now twenty years old and have spent the past five years simply existing. Wanting to find some closure on your past or maybe feeling nostalgic and missing him, you moved back to Gotham and transferred to Gotham University for your junior and senior year of college. Lately, you have been noticing that a strange figure in a red mask seems to be everywhere you are. Should you be afraid? Angst and Smut
House of the Dragon - Jacaerys Velaryon, Cregan Stark, Benjicot Blackwood
House Sitting - During summer break from college, Jaceâs family goes to their summer home for their annual week long family vacation. Jace decides to stay behind in order to house sit and he invites his best friend to help him. Things quickly spin out on control in the best way possible. Friends with benefits (sort of), mutual pining, idiots in love, miscommunication. Smut. Jace x Female Reader. 7 part miniseries, one chapter for each day of their vacation.
Champagne Wishes - Jace and his female best friend steal a bottle or two from his parents wine cellar. Snippet from House Sitting. Smut. For @vividxpages
Untitled Vampire Jace Series - In your freshman year of college, you fall for a mysterious student. You two instantly connect and you feel as if you have known him forever. Multi-chapter series. Thanks to Harryâs Taiker Magazine photoshoot. Iykyk.
Thinking of You - Your childhood and high school sweetheart and ex-boyfriend Cregan unexpectedly shows up to your engagement party to talk to you one last time before he has to watch you marry another man. Non-linear storytelling. Flashbacks. Smut. Desperate Cregan. I thought about doing alternate version with Jace and Benjicot but I had to start with Cregan. Inspired by the song âThinking of Youâ by Katy Perry.
Another Taste - Snippet from my Vampire Jace AU. Sequel to Fresh Blood. Smut.
The Ghost in the Back of Your Head -Â
Jace x Baela series. Featuring Luke x Rhaena. Can be read as a series or on their own.Â
The Abyss - Baela and Rhaenaâs long lives after Jace and Luke. Jace x Baela, Luke x Rhaena, Mentions of Baela x Alyn, Rhaena x Corwyn Corbray, Rhaena x Garmund Hightower
Iâm Always Watching Over You, Even if You Cant See Me - Jace watching over Baela for the rest of her life. Him messing with Alyn every once in a while canât hurt.Â
When I Get to Heaven - Jace and Baela have a reunion after many, many years apart. Jace x Baela
Watching Over You/The Least I Can Do For You - Jace hates seeing the way Alyn treats Baela. He cannot do much from where he is, but he messes with Alyn in any way that he can. I probably will change some of the titles
NSFW Alphabets - Jace, Cregan, Benjicot
Modern boyfriends/husbands headcanons - Jace, Cregan, Benjicot
To The Stars - Jace takes you flying with him on Vermax for the first time. Inspired by the film Titanic.
Hands - For the first time, someone shows Jace just how beautiful his hands are and you are lucky and honored that it is you.
A Welcome Distraction - Jace has been busy at the library lately and you help him relax, much to his stress and delight.
Just Like Honey - Jace wants to try something with you for the first time. Smut. Inspiried by the song "Just Like Honey" by The Jesus and Mary Chain
Another Taste of Honey - You return the favor. Sequel to Just Like Honey. Smut. Inspired by the song "Honey" by Mariah Carey
Stress Relief - You are stressed over school and finals and not taking care of yourself properly. Jace wants to help you relax in the best way he knows how to. Smut
Hair Care - Jace teaches you how to care for his curls the way his mother used to.
I See You - Jace saves you from making a permanent drastic decision. Inspired by the film Titanic.
Summer Air - You and Jacaerys enjoy the summer sunshine. Freckles, sunburns, tanning, swimming. Smut.
Night Swimmers - After a little too much to drink, you decide to jump in the pool. Jace decides to watch over you. Smut. Inspired by the song "Night Swimmers" by Foals
Thereâs Something About Cregan - Jace is jealous of your budding friendship with his best friend Cregan and you help him understand that he has no reason to be jealous. My attempt at comedy.Â
Grief Comes in Waves - Cregan x Jaceâs sister. You and Cregan bond over the loss of your younger brothers.
Whoâs Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? - You and Cregan attend a Halloween party dressed as Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf. Cregan has trouble resisting you in your sexy costume. Smut. Hint: I got inspired by Tom Taylor always making TikToks in that damn mirror of his. For @jacaerysgf when we would roast Tom for his dirty mirror.
Gentle Giant - Your betrothal to Cregan Stark is a welcome surprise but you are extremely nervous to meet him after hearing tales of his wild and brutish nature. However, Cregan is a secret softie, much to your surprise and delight.
Winterfell Hot Springs - You and your new husband Cregan take a dip in the Winterfell Hot Springs. Smut.
Winterfell Hot Springs: Jace version. - Jace and his wife visit Winterfell together for the first time. They take a liking to the caves around the hot springs. Smut.
Teach me - Jace x Female Reader x Cregan. You and Jace are both complete virgins and you want to lose it to each other but you have no idea what youâre doing. You two enlist your best friend Cregan to help give you guys advice in a rather unconventional way. Smut.
A Teacher - Jace x Female Reader x Cregan version 2.0. Alternate version of Teach Me, and sort of sequel. In this version, Cregan is a little more hands on. Smut.
Vanilla Spice - Benjicot x Female reader smut. For @earth4angels
Teenage Kicks - From your childhood to your teenage years, you and Benjicot have always had a rivalry of some sorts, messing with each other in equal measure. Now teenagers, you realize that things might not have been what they seemed. Modern Benjicot x Female reader. Non-toxic enemies to lovers, light enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, idiots in love, miscommunication. Inspired by the relationship between Robert and Scott from the 1995 film Now and Then. Also inspired by the song "Teenage Kicks" by The Undertones.
Birthday Blues - Everyone forgot your birthday, except for Benjicot Blackwood. You thought he hated you since he teased and annoyed you mercilessly but he might surprise you.
In Wonderland - After bad experiences with men, your classmate Benjicot takes you out for a wild night of fun and teaches you how to let loose, have fun and enjoy life. Benji is a manic pixie dream boy. Might be a long one-shot or a miniseries. Smut.Â
Mixtape - Benjicot makes a mixtape for his crush in order to win her over.Â
Ebb and Flow - You and Benjicot weave in and out of each otherâs lives for years.
Iâll Crawl Home to Her - After the Battle of the Gullet, Jacaerys is presumed dead. But his body was lost at sea. Or was it?Â
As You Wish - The Princess Bride inspired AU. After the Battle of the Gullet,
Jacaerys is presumed dead and you are in mouring. Years later, you are abdubted by the man who killed him.Â
OR
After Lucerys is killed above Shipbreaker Bay, his betrothed mourns him for years. She ends up unwillingly betrothed to another but feels bound by duty and knowing that her true love is dead. One day, a mysterious masked pirate kidnaps her.Â
Labour - You are betrothed to Jacaerys Velaryon, the crown prince, the Prince of Dragonstone and heir to the iron throne. He has been nothing but a gentleman to you upon your arrival, making sure you settle into your new home. While you are polite and courteous, you remain cold and distant and Jace is determined to find out why. Inspired by the song "Labour" by Paris Paloma.
The Dragon and the Wolf - Jace x Female Stark reader. Jace x Creganâs sister reader. Targaryen men love their Stark ladies.Â
Sweet Jace - Drunk dancing in the kitchen and serenading Jace with an old song makes him fall even more in love with you, if that was even possible. Inspired by the song "Sweet Jane" by Cowboy Junkies.
It Should Be Me - Jace is jealous.Â
Green Eyes - You are jealous of Benjicotâs past.
Double Date - You go out on a double date with Benjicot Blackwood, his cousin Aly and her girlfriend Sabitha. The only problem? You didnât realize it was a double date.Â
Untitled Biker AUÂ - Inspired by Sons of Anarchy. You return after years away to your ex-boyfriend and first love, who you know will always protect you. Canât decide if this will be Jace, Cregan or Benjicot.
Untitled - Vermax and Jaceâs betrothed have a closer bond than everyone realized, even Jace himself.
Untitled - Jaceâs wife is kidnapped by an enemy fleet and it is up to Jace to rescue her.Â
Untitled - You are Creganâs sister and have been in love with Jacaerys for your entire life. Jace x Female reader. Inspired by the song "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5.
Untitled - Benjicot Blackwood has had a crush on his classmate for years but he has no way to properly communicate that to you, so he annoys you endlessly. Or does he?
Various ideas:
Taking care of drunk Jace and vice versa
Modern AU's for Jace, Cregan and Benjicot
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Hi!! Just had to drop in and say I LOVED your Luke fic and I canât wait for more. I would love protective Luke with hurt/comfort, if that sounds interesting at all. Thanks for sharing your writing!!! đž
fighting chance; luke castellan
wc + pairing: 4.2k, luke castellan x daughter of ares! reader
synopsis: when an enemy takes advantage of your kindness during capture the flag, luke intervenes with a sword in hand.
warnings: a creepy boyđ, threats/harm to reader, sheâs going through it, blood/injuries (nothing major), angry ANGRY luke, violence, lots of fluff/reassurance at the end<3
notes: thank you SO much for your kind words & your request!! hurt/comfort is my bread and butter my favourite fic genre of all time i think. & protective luke is just a bonus bc heâs already crazy so it can go as far as i wantđ€ iâm not exactly sure what this turned into but if i fix it any more i'm going to go insane so hope you like it!



Youâre not much of a fighter.
That alone is a normal thing to admitâplenty of people donât like violence, the frisson of a challenge, the bruises that come with them. Itâs nothing to be ashamed of.
Unless youâre a child of Ares.
People at camp often ridicule your gentle nature when they see you with your half-siblings. Theyâre all gritted teeth and sharp edges, born warriors that take up all the space they can get. You, on the other hand, are lousy with weapons and even lousier with your fists. Youâre quiet, attentive. While your siblings charge into battle without second thought you stay back, flitting around to adjust armour, change out weapons, oversee the terrain. Planning isnât Aresâ style so youâre pretty much useless but nobody wants to admit it. Youâre usually mistaken as a child of Hephaestus or Athena.
Unfortunately, you are a child of Ares, through and throughâjust in none of the ways that matter.
There are rare times your fatherâs influence peeks through. Not with bursts of rage or fists flying, but with thoughts. And sometimes those thoughts turn into words. Well, not sometimes. One time. This one.
The evening before the campâs Capture the Flag game, every cabin gathered around the bonfire past dinner. To burn offerings, to chat, or in Luke Castellanâs case, to admire.
He watches you laugh with Clarisse from a distance. The Ares cabin leader always had a certain fondness for you. When Luke first started dating you he had to ask Clarisse for her blessing beforehand just to be sure she wouldnât kill him. Heâd do it a million times over just for the moment you look back, your face warming when you catch his stare. He rolls his eyes at you to lessen his smile, but heâs not sure it works. You giggle and turn back to your friend.
Heâs always loved your softness; your capacity to defend and not attack. Your body rejects any skill you could possibly develop for violence. Believe him, heâs tried to teach you sword fighting, but the last time he gave you a lesson you nearly impaled yourself thirty seconds in. He loves your wit and your tenderness, your proficiency at preventing conflict, your refusal to argue. But a selfish part of him loves the fact that heâs your protector even more.
The night wears on with the flickers of fire and friendly banter. One of the times Luke looks back at you, his brows wrinkle. Thereâs a guy talking to you. A group of them, actually, but thereâs one clearly leading the pack. Some Aphrodite kid. Lukeâs jaw twitches.
âHey, princess,â the voice makes you pull away from your talk with Clarisse, but youâre confused. Luke is the only one that calls you that.
âUm, me?â You ask when you see the boy in front of you. Heâs tall, chest puffed out. Itâs not an endearing silhouette. âWhatâs up?â
âYou wanna be on my team for Capture the Flag tomorrow?â He asks nonchalantly.
You laugh politely, âSorry, but I donât think weâre allied with Aphrodite tomorrow. Thatâs your cabin, isnât it?â You feel bad that you canât rememberâhis face is so ⊠plain.
He chuckles back, but itâs a lot less nice. âNo, doll, thatâs not what I mean.â He steps a little too close, and even though you know Clarisse is behind you it feels like sheâs a thousand miles away. âWell,â he drawls, a smirk drawn out, âyou meet me in the forest after we start, and then we can ⊠you know. Confer.â
âConfer?â
âYeah. You get what I mean, pretty girl, donât play dumb.â
A revulsion coats your gut. âIâd appreciate it if you didnât call me that,â you say as firmly as you can.
âWhat, pretty or dumb? Why not both?â
Itâs demeaning, the way he says it, and it stirs a temper in your stomach you know you inherited from your father. Youâre not big on confrontation. Or embarrassment. But this weirdo is talking to you out in the open and people are starting to stare. He wouldnât dish it out if he canât take it, right?
âIâll pass on your offer. I have a boyfriend and Iâm actually on his team tomorrow, so Iâd rather confer with him, sorry.â Your hands wring together but you do your best to quell them, imagining itâs the string of Lukeâs camp necklace, threaded between your fingers. You try to look for him out of the corner of your eye.
He snickers, even though itâs common knowledge you and Luke have been together for months now. âSo you are dumb, huh?â He tries to smirk and you assume is supposed to be sexy, but itâs just gross. His hand tries to slide around your waist.
âDonât touch me, please,â you hit his hand away. Your skin is crawling and the knot inside you tightens.âJust leave me alone. People are looking, you know.â
âWe could go somewhere where nobody looks,â he sneers, and the grin on his face is so sleazy that you just canât stand it anymore.
You pray to your father for strength. And to yourself for forgiveness.
âIâm sorry, are you stupid or something? I told you, no.â You snap. âMaybe youâre the pretty dumb one, but for a child of Aphrodite itâs shocking how little the first one applies.â
His eyes are wide, and the posse heâd assembled behind him has attracted quite the view. You almost feel like crying, all these eyes on you, but youâre so sick of people thinking they can walk all over you just because youâre not like your siblings.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you? Iâm just trying to be niceââ He grabs your wrist as you leave but you yank it hard.
âDonât. Touch me.â People are staring at you now, but the only one you care about is Luke, who looks equally ticked and equally proud, and all you want to do is kiss him. âHope the only time we confer tomorrow is if somebodyâs sword is at your throat.â
Itâs the last thing you say to him. He starts to go after you but Luke is already at your heels. âBack off, man.â You can spot how all his muscles are already rearing themselves for a fight. You wrap a hand around his wrist, and he meets your eyes. Not now.
The altercation is lost the second the two of you leave the bonfire. Nothing matters when Luke has you in his arms, kissing you outside of your cabin, telling you how damn beautiful you looked.
Youâre fixing a new Ares boyâs armour when Luke finds you. âHey, angel,â he says, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. He relishes in the way your face heats up. âYou ready for battle?â
You smile, âAlways.â You pat the kid on the cheek and send him on his way. He gnashes his teeth and roars, joining his siblings at the front. Luke catches the longing in your expression.
âAll good?â He asks gently.
It takes you a second for your eyes to meet his. âMmhm,â you swallow. âJust hope his armour doesnât fall off.â
Luke sighs for a moment, then wraps his arms around you. âHeâll be fine, sweetheart. Be safe, okay? Stay close.â He kisses your temple, rubbing circles on the nape of your neck.
âYes sir,â you reply against his chest. His insides flutter.
He pulls your face up to his and kisses you, tender and wanting. âLetâs show these hooligans whoâs boss,â he quips.
âYouâll show them. Iâll hide in the woods until some idiot comes along and tries to ambush you.â
Your dulcet tone has him wrapped around your finger, and you donât even know it. âYouâve always got my back,â he croons, kissing your brow.
âAnd youâve always got our flag.â
You kiss him again and he lets you slip out of his arms no matter how badly he wants to keep you there forever. He watches you vanish into the trees, and his heart goes with you.
He gears up with his team and the horn sounds. Game on.
Thereâs yelling, sweat, adrenaline, and Luke embraces it all like a man starved. This is his chance to be ruthless, to let all his untapped rage cycle through him. This is why heâs unstoppable. This is why heâs the best.
Clarisse is unusually cooperative today, but competent as always, and whenever someoneâs weapon breaks or they lose their team she just barks at them to go find you. You, the smartest person in Ares, who can mend a weapon with nothing but blades of grass and determination. Luke is pretty sure your cabin would be lost without you. He wonders if you know.
The groove of the game has fully enthralled him. Heâs alert, his wrist nimble, his sword a living, breathing part of him. Thereâs almost nothing that can take him out of his victory path until he hears one of the younger campers tell Clarisse he canât find you anymore.
Whatever nincompoop heâs dealing with is left groaning on the floor. âWhat?â He barks, hand flexing around his sword. âWhere is she?â
âProbably just moved,â Clarisse grunts as she kicks back an opposing camper. âShe knows where everything is. Maybe sheâsâoofâsafer.â
âBut how am I supposed to fix my spear?â The kid frowns.
Luke runs his tongue along the roof of his mouth, dry and laden with salt. He told you to stay close. Where would you go? âIâll find her,â he decides, already sheathing his sword to walk towards the trees.
âLukeââ
âIâll find her!â
He barely pays attention to the calamity going on around him. With a flick of his wrist he knows he can take out any person he wants. The second he gets to the trees, where the air is cooler, itâs startling how much quieter it is. No wonder this is your preferred hiding spot.
He thanks the quiet a thousand times over because if it had been any louder he wouldnât have heard you scream.
Itâs so short itâs almost indiscernible, but he knows itâs you based on how his body movies before his brain does. It snaps something in him, the adrenaline transformed into something acerbic, determined.
âDonât fucking scream again.â A cluster of boys are stationed around you. Youâre leaning back in the dirt. You barely feel the earth sticking to your skin. Just your heart jostling madly, your fingertips shaking in the ground beside you. âOkay, I wonât, just put the sword downââ
The snarling Aphrodite boy from last night takes a swing at you, and you scramble back just enough to avoid it. âNo can do, doll.â His face is twisted with rage. The lackeys he had when you told him off are there too, cornering you against a cluster of trees like youâre some caged animal. Thereâs a dagger clenched in one of your dirt-ridden fists but you know it wonât do you any good. You canât fight; you donât have it in you. But these boys do. And theyâre angry.
âTell me where the flag is,â he orders. The tip of his blade comes under your chin, fogging up with the labours of your breath, your head pressed against the trunk of a tree.
You stutter, âYouâre notâYouâre not supposed to threaten like thisââ
âYou embarrassed me in front of all those people yesterday,â he cuts you off. âThinking youâre so fucking smart. I didnât even say anything that big a deal but you run your mouth to the entire camp and make me look like the idiot. I thought you were nice.â
The words are laced with poison. You know from the wild look in his eyes that this isnât about the flag at all.
Tears sting your eyes and the sword grazes your throat. Of course this is happening to you. The one time you feel your fatherâs rage, when you exemplify the thing youâre told to be, you are punished.
You are never going to be the right kind of daughter.
âI didnât mean to hurt you,â you try to say it evenly, but your breath is so ragged itâs barely audible. âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have said all that.â You mean it, but they wonât care.
The boyâs face looks pleased at your tears. It makes you inexorably ashamed. âSome fucking Ares kid,â he snorts. âCanât even fight, can you? Canât even pretend to.â His sword leaves your throat and travels up to your quivering jaw. Youâre wordless, white-knuckling the dagger at your side, praying that Luke is somewhere nearby.
âNo wonder they stash you back here. Youâre useless.â His eyes scan every part of you, and the idea of him knowing what you look like forever is so revolting it makes you want to vanish. âToo bad youâre alone, though. Nobodyâs gonna know I was here because nobodyâs gonna hear you.â
Your eyes get wide, and something in your mind rumbles through you like an engine. An urge buried in your blood.
Your dagger tears into his leg just as his sword dashes your arm. The pain is sharp, stinging, but the boy winces and you know you hurt him too. It gives you just enough time to roll out of the way as he lurches forward. âThe fuck is wrong with you?â He swears.
Blood drips onto your shorts, splotched with tears. You know you canât go anywhere because his friends are here and youâre almost certain youâll be maimed, but you tried. At least you tried.
The Aphrodite boy picks his sword back up, stalks towards you, and then freezes.
Because Luke has just spotted you. And heâs spotted the boy that has you on the ground.
And heâs the best fucking swordsman Camp Half-Blood has seen in three hundred years.
âIf you donât get away from her right now Iâm putting this through your skull.â He emerges from the foliage, his sword raised, sweat dripping down his face. You have never seen anyone look angrier. He has never felt angrier.
The boy blanches, and Luke sees how easily his lapdog friends shrink in his presence. Good.
âWoah, easy,â the boy holds his hands up in mock surrender and tries to flash a smile but itâs just fucking pathetic. His arms are shaking and his throat bobs about a million times. âWeâre just playing the game.â
âLike hell you are,â Luke spits. âYou gang up on my girlfriend and you expect me to believe this is fair play? Want me to tie you all together and push one of you off a cliff to keep the spirit going?â
âDidnât know she was yours,â the boy tries to shrug but again, itâs a miserable attempt that only makes Luke feel stronger.
âNot that it matters but yes, you do,â Luke chuckles thickly. âI beat your ass in sword training last week. You know exactly who I am. And Iâm sure you know who you are, so itâs obvious youâre playing out of your league here.â
Out of the corner of his eye he sees you still cowering, blood dribbling down your arm. He wants to tear the world apart. âApologize and maybe I donât send you to the infirmary.â
âWe just want the flag, man,â the boy swallows.
âAnd I want your head on a stick. Want to see who gets what first?â
Itâs too provocative an insult for a moron like this to ignore, so soon Luke has the pleasure of disarming five bitter boys that have clearly never been good at a single thing in their life. He tears through them like sheets of paper, knocking them to the dirt, ripping their clothes. He thinks of you, just you, your honest heart and patient hands, and itâs enough to fuel him for a millennia.
The last boy, the leader, is at Lukeâs mercy, and he has none to give. The flat of Lukeâs blade is pressed horizontally against the boyâs neck, an angering similarity to the position he had you in earlier. âIf you ever do this again, Iâm going to kill you.â
âYouâreâfuckingâcrazyââ The boy wheezes, the length of the blade squeezing his throat against a tree trunk. âIâllâIâll tell Chiron.â
Luke has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep him from doing something he regrets. âOh yeah? You want me to tell Chiron how you harassed and terrorised a girl in the middle of the forest all in the name of play? Want me to tell him what you said to her last night at the campfire? Because Iâm sure it wonât take much for him to get rid of your ugly face as it is, and Iâm a camp counsellor.â
He knows itâs not the most morally correct use of his title. He knows he might be stepping over the line. But he also knows youâre always being ignored or trampled over and heâs tired of pretending like he doesnât give a damn. Heâs tired of people trying to force you into something youâre not. Of you crying in his bed at night because theyâre trying to drag a violence out of you that isnât there. Always in the name of fucking play.
Luke takes the sword off the boyâs neck and shoves him backwards. His calf is bleeding, not a deep wound, but a wound nonetheless, and Luke is full of pride when he realizes you did that. The boyâs bad leg makes him wobble and fall at the force of the push. Luke enjoys watching the scramble. âIâI was just trying to be nice, itâs not my fault she took it the wrong way!â The boy flails his hands in the air, rising to his feet again, and Luke shoves him down twice as hard. A piece of his shirt tears off in Lukeâs hand.
âYouâve gotta stop talking or I really am going to kill you,â he seethes. âDonât touch her ever again. Go.â
Luke is sure he looks homicidal right now because the guy finally tumbles his way down the hill. His body fades into the distance, swallowed up by shrubbery and sweat.
The second heâs gone Luke tosses his sword and armour and gets back to you. âShit,â he mutters, kneeling down. Youâre still shaking, your head in your arms, and all his hatred morphs into a love so desperate it terrifies him. âAngel, come here. Let me see.â He lifts your face with his hands and scans you rapidly. âDid he hurt you anywhere else? Anywhere?â
âJust my arm,â you whimper. âMy arm.â
He knows itâs not the cut thatâs hurting you; itâs long, but thin, and itâs not bleeding too thickly. He takes the cloth from the Aphrodite boyâs shirt and wraps it around your arm, knotting it at the end. âAll right, that should be better.â
You look at him with watery eyes, and he knows all you need is for him to hold you. He folds you in his arms and leans against a stump. You canât get close to him fast enough. The tip of your nose buries itself in his neck and he feels the dampness of your cheeks on his skin. âItâs okay, sweetheart, youâre safe,â he soothes, pressing a kiss to your hair. âIâm so sorry.â
Guilt swaths over him for a brief moment; he wonders if he shouldnât have done all that, if he shouldâve been more sensible. Then your lips form a âthank youâ against his skin and all is forgotten.
You feel so small. The shock is still running its course, so all you can do is cry it out. Your hands still shake when you thread your fingers through Lukeâs necklace to steady them. He soothes you the best he can, running his hand along your spine, all the sharpness of his voice softened just for you. âYouâre all right, angel. Iâm not going anywhere.â
You stay like that for a while. The sounds of the forest return to you; leaves in the wind, birds chirping, Lukeâs breath tickling your hair. You crane your head up to nuzzle your nose against the faint stubble of his jaw. âMy hero,â you murmur, and feel his skin shift as he smiles.
âCouldnât have done it without you. Saw the cut you gave him on his leg.â He kisses your temple. âI hope it gets infected.â
You giggle weakly no matter how you try smothering it in his chest. âGods, youâre awful.â
âHe deserves it! I probably should have killed him!â
âYou came pretty close, didnât you?â You mumble. Lukeâs expression is wary, but you smile to yourself and it dispels everything. âI was hoping youâd come.â
âGood. Serves them right, messing with you like that. Fucking idiots.â He kisses your face again for good measure, âYou sure they didnât get you anywhere else, princess?â
You nod but you know you look wounded. You nudge into the crook of Lukeâs neck again. âThey ⊠you know, itâs just ⊠the usual stuff.â Every word weighs a pound as it comes out. Your heart feels sore.
Luke tenses again instantly. âWhat usual stuff?â
âUm, justââ The shame gets caught in your throat. âThey all think Iâm useless, Luke. Why canât I do this right?â
You start to cry again, but he just holds you closer. Sometimes it surprises you how much patience he has. He prides himself as the harsher one between the two of you, but you donât know who heâs fooling with the way he always knows how to comfort people.
âI donât know what to do,â you continue, blinking back tears, âIâm notâIâm just not good at this, I donât know why Iâm in Ares, I donât know why I canât ⊠be that. Why is he my father? Iâm no good at being angry. I want to be angry.â
Lukeâs quiet for a moment. Nothing changes except his hand rubbing circles on the nape of your neck again. Then he sighs deeply and says, âYou donât owe your father a damn thing. You donât owe anyone anything.â Heâs resolute, firm, a sharp contrast to his gentle kiss on your hairline. âYouâre the smartest, most generous person I know. You need those people in battle. Youâll lose if you donât.â
The warmth of his skin prompts you to look up at him. He looks different so often, the way he can shift between so tough and so gentle. Sometimes, like now, heâs caught in the middle, the remains of a furious sweat hardening his face, but his eyes are nothing but tender. You think itâs how you like him best.
âBesides, weâre not our parents, right? Who cares about Ares anyway?â Luke shrugs.
âLuke! Donât say that!â your tears turn into a giggle. âThe Gods might punish you!â
âIâll handle it. Thereâs enough fight in me for the both of us.â
âOkay, tough guy,â you mutter with a weak smile.
Youâre still sniffling. He runs his thumbs across your cheeks, and his gaze softens. âYouâre an Ares kid because you are a fighter, angel. You just fight a hell of a lot smarter than the rest of us. Best one I know. Well, other than me.â
It makes you smile. âSo second-best?â
âTied for first.â
He kisses you with that stupid roguish smile. Itâs salty with tears and sweat, but it mends your heart anyway. There is nowhere in the world youâd feel safer.
âI love you,â he says against your cheek. âBe as sweet as you want. If anyone has anything to say about it Iâll mess âem up good.â Your face warms as his voice drops to your ear, âAnd I know youâre an Ares kid because youâll encourage it every time. You might not have a violent bone in your body, but you sure donât have a problem with me using mine.â
âDiplomatically, Luke. Diplomatically.â
âSure, sure. Whatever you want.â
You canât help but kiss him again. Youâre not entirely sure why he loves you so much, why you love him so much, but you never feel quite as secure as when youâre with him.
Cheers boom from the other side of camp. Lukeâs head perks up like a dog, and you turn back to search for spots of red or blue. âDid we win?â You ask, craning your head to get a better view.
âDonât care,â Luke says.
You look back at him. His anxious face says it all. âYes, you do.â
âOkay yes, I do, and I need to see if those douches found our flag so I can choke them out with it.â
You laugh, standing so Luke can jog off to see the state of your team. But before he goes, he picks you up and smothers you in kisses, holding you like youâre his prize.
You are not a fighter, but your boyfriend sure is. And youâre perfectly okay with that.
#perrieâs fics#perrieâs requests#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#pjo#pjo x reader#charlie bushnell#luke castellan comfort#luke castellan x you#luke castellan imagine#luke castellan fic#luke castellan fluff#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo fic#i kind of hate this i think IâM SORRY#but some parts of it are interesting so oh well#luke castellan you are fucking crazy.
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"No offense, Arch, but your parents were hot! I assume you didn't get their good genes?" Y/N teased. They were packing some stuff up in the attic for Archie's dad, and just happened to come across some old photos.
Archie raised an eyebrow at Y/N. "Dude, why are you hitting on my parents? And I do have good genes."
#x male reader#male reader insert#male x male#riverdale#archie comics#archie andrews#Archie Andrews x male reader#kj apa#kj apa x male reader#riverdale x reader#molly ringwald#luke perry
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for the love of strange medicine â§ luke hemmings
pairing: luke hemmings x friend! reader
description: luke loves y/n in secret and his flirty comments make y/n's head spin. after calum's party, y/n finally gets an answer to luke's strange behavior.
warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing. please let me know if thereâs anything else.
word count: 2,7k. a/n: hi there! this won the poll, the title was supposed to be 'it's impossible to ignore you' but i like for the love of strange medicine more :) i'm a bit rusty so please forgive me <33 and because i loved writing this so much, i think i'll do a pt. 2 to this!
The Californian sky was covered in haze that one Thursday. Luke stared at the cafe arguably named after a Steve Perry song: For the Love of Strange Medicine. It was fitting since Luke basically considered coffee to be his medicine, not to mention the delicious pretzels he had bought from the very same cafe a few days ago.
Luke rubbed his eyes and yawned, taking in the last smokes of the cigarette he had been inhaling on for the last three minutes. He swore to himself that it would be the last day he'd smoke. It wasn't. He pulled his phone out: 6:58am. He hated early mornings, and he hated how the cafe still wasn't open. Two more minutes, he told himself. He was growing impatient. Maybe it was the stress of recording a new album, maybe it was the fight he had with the manager last night.
When the clock hit 7am, you opened up the cafe. You gave Luke a soft yet tiresome smile which screamed Itâs too damn early for this and he returned the favor. Luke saw the name tag on your black t-shirt: Y/N.
As time went by, Luke visited the cafe several times in an attempt to see your face again. To his misfortune, you werenât working during any of those shifts. You had cut down your hours because of the intense lecture schedule. Luckily for Luke, you bumped into each other at a local festival while you both were watching Green Day play.
Your and Luke's friend groups emerged that night and you enjoyed his company too much for your own liking. You didnât do men. You didnât hang around them. Not even as friends. They all caused trouble for you. But with him, everything was different somehow. The night ended with you and Luke in your hotel room. There was nothing sexual about that night if not counting your lingering gazes at each other. You and Luke stayed up until seven in the morning, sharing your love of Green Day and Stranger Things, and talking about everything and nothing at the same time.
Luke and you started to grow closer since spending time together. It had been nearly 3 months since you had met and you felt as if you've known him for your whole life. Then Luke went on tour and he didn't want to believe he couldn't see your face as frequently anymore. You made him feel seen and most importantly, safe.
One time Ashton, Calum and Michael caught Luke looking at your Instagram pictures before a show. The boys couldnât let it go and stop teasing about the way he was biting his lip nervously while scrolling through your Instagram page. Luke convinced them there was nothing to tease about. You were just friends, and thatâs the way it would always be. Your lives were so different from each other; you, a part-time barista and a university student and Luke, a touring rockstar. It could never work.
You tried to forget your feelings for your friend, you really did. But you couldn't. Every corner of your flat and everyone you met reminded you of Luke. Even if it was someoneâs blonde hair or a tiny detail in their jacket. Everyday activities such as going grocery shopping which you normally enjoyed couldnât get him off your mind. Youâd see the Australian-grown coffee beans. Boom, Luke. Lavender-scented laundry detergent he used. Luke again. And the fact that Luke texted you every day didn't help in the process of trying to forget the feelings you had for him.
ââŠ
You were attending a party tonight. But not just any party, Calum's party. His parties were known for a good time and endless bottles of free booze.
You wiggled on your black leather dress, which you had just bought. It barely covered your knees and you loved how it hugged you from all the right places. The combo of the leather dress, red lipstick and curly hair gave you all the confidence you needed to go out tonight and see Luke. Yes, he was your friend but you still felt nervous around him. And you blamed him for that. His James Dean glossy eyes and irresistibly long curly hair. His charm and his stupid dad jokes. You were whipped for him and it was a wonder no one around you noticed that. Or thatâs what you thought anyway.Â
You recall the last time you had seen Luke. He had called you and asked to pick him up from his apartment a week ago. You knocked on his door and saw him with someone. A tall, gorgeous woman. Seeing the model-looking brunette beside Luke made your stomach flip. He seemed so happy with his arms around her waist. Maybe he had met her when he was on tour. You greeted them both and bit the insides of your cheek. That memory reminded you of the time you were helping him to pick out an outfit for him for his date a few weeks ago. Maybe it was for her. He had just returned back home from the tour and the poor man was all over the place. Maybe it was nerves, maybe he was just tired from touring. You imagined how Luke would get ready for your date and ask for assistance from Ashton, Michael and Calum. But that would never happen, so you snapped out of the thought. You were only hurting yourself by having these thoughts. You were such a fool for him, and you didn't know how to make it stop.
You sat down on top of your bed and decided to check Instagram on your phone. âHeâs so pretty I think Iâm gonna faintâ, you whispered mainly just to yourself.Â
âWho are you talking about?â, your friend heard your little comment and frowned their eyebrows.
âUhâŠ.maybe Iâll keep it a secretâ, you winked.
âCâmon Y/N!â.
âOkay, I was talking about TimothĂ©e Chalamet. He looks so prettyâ, was the lie you came up with. You couldnât tell them you were talking about Luke. You had just seen his new Instagram photo and canât get over his pretty blue eyes. And his curly locks. And that god-damn jawline. And hisâŠ.well, everything.
âI know right! Maybe we should go watch the new movie so weâll have some eye candyâ, your friend winked.
âItâs a dateâ, you laughed.
You were still waiting for Luke to pick you and your two friends up. But he was late, like he always was. You had lectured him about his tendency to be late countless times. But he could never learn, could he? It was needless to say that you were pissed off.Â
Twenty minutes rolled by and Luke finally showed up. He offered his apologies to you and your friends. Your friends had already gone out and got themselves seated in the car, while you and Luke were still inside of your flat. Luke needed hairspray to lock his hair in place. Then Luke made his way to the hallway while you were checking that you had everything necessary with you. That one time you forgot your keys back home still haunted you, hence you had to double-check everything now.
âYou got everything?â, Luke held the door open for you and the button of his already opened black and white star-patterned collar shirt popped off. âOopsâ, he chuckled to himself. He didnât bother to fix it. Not when he noticed you basically drooling over him.Â
âYeahâ, you answered nonchalantly and avoided eye contact with him. You had been on the edge the whole day and Luke being late didnât exactly make you feel any better.
âI hate that youâre mad at me, but you look so hot right nowâ, he smirked at you. Luke was always like this with you. He flirted with you and you flirted back when it felt natural. But since he started to hang around the brunette woman - whose name you didnât even know - you started to think that maybe you should stop flirting back. But you didnât know if they were exclusive or not. Luke didnât exactly bother to open up about the romance department in his life. Not to you anyway.Â
âThanks. I like your hairâ, you commented. You noted how he saw you fiddling with your bracelet. It was the one Luke won from Push A Prize that one Saturday night in July. Its pearls were your favorite color, blue.
âDonât you think itâs a bit too long?â.
âI think itâs goodâ.
âJust good? Donât you mean gorgeous? Perfect?â, the blonde rockstar snarked.
âShut upâ, you slapped his hand gently and giggled.
"You okay?", he asked quietly as you were still fiddling with the bracelet.
"Yep, let's go", you gave Luke a small smile and received a nod in return. You took the passenger seat and he sat next to you and fired the engine.
âTook long enoughâ, one of your friends commented. âBlame Luke and his Prince Charming hairâ, you rolled your eyes and looked at your friends in the backseat, and then at the man beside you.
"Geez, thanks for throwing me under the bus", Luke answered sarcastically, tapped the steering wheel with his fingers and turned the music up. Nickelback, of course.
You arrived at Calumâs house. You were walking side to side with the blondie, hand in hand. It was natural. You gravitated towards each other all the time, but you took it as a sign that you felt comfortable with him. Not just anyone could make you feel this way.Â
âWeâre in public, you know that right?â, you asked him as he was still holding your hand. You couldn't even count the times people mistook you for a couple, and doing these kinds of things that could be seen as couple-y felt a bit odd for you sometimes.
âYupâ, he popped the p and offered you a cheeky grin.
âSo why are you still holding my hand?â, you genuinely asked Luke whose eyes were fixated on the crowd of people mingling.
âDonât want you to get lost. I know youâre bad at taking directionsâ, he smirked and saw you looking at him with a questionable look. Those words sounded like honey and you hated yourself for it. Oh, only if he wasnât as charming as he was. It would make everything so much easier for you.
âRightâ, you laughed it off and rolled your eyes. Itâs not like you havenât been to Calumâs house a million times beforeâŠ
âYou should wear that dress more oftenâ, he cooed confidently into your ear and let go of your hand.Â
âOkay, Mr. Leather Pantsâ, you laughed and avoided his eye contact. You disappeared into the sea of people and fixed yourself a drink. You didn't really know what to think about Luke's behavior. He was flirtier than usual and you couldn't pinpoint why. The next few hours were spent by dancing with your friends and having conversations with drunken strangers.
ââŠ
Later, you noticed Luke navigating through the crowd to get to you. He spent a few minutes explaining how his leather boots got stuck in the mud in Europe while touring and how you would have laughed your ass off if you had seen that. Then, the unimaginable happened and he started spinning you around the dance floor. He had always been a fun drunk, that's for sure. He dropped you down carefully from the air and his hands laid comfortably on your waist. But not for long as the upbeat song shifted into a slow one, a shortened version of Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran. Shit.
You wrapped your hands around his neck almost intuitively. âFuck it, letâs show them how to danceâ, you lifted your left eyebrow and thought of how your hands will be sweaty in under a minute. Or twenty seconds, if you were being completely honest.
Luke placed his ring-covered hands, noticeably bigger than yours, back to your waist. âWeâre so much better at this than these amateursâ, he looked deeply into your eyes and it felt like he scanned every little feature in your face. It felt intimidating. Being that close to Luke. Being that close with Luke.
âYou should definitely consider Dancing with the Starsâ, you commented and smiled as you intertwined your fingers behind his neck.
âYou reckon?â, his eyes lit up and it's like you could almost see a blush creeping upon his cheeks.
âI see the UK accent has made a mark on you. Has a nice ring to itâ, you confessed as you slow danced with your best friend.
âThanks to you, ms. English Love Affair", Luke gave you a dirty look and chuckled semi-nervously afterwards.
"Oh, you wish", you replied with a nervous giggle and you two continued dancing in silence.
ââŠ
At 3am the party seems to die out and as usual, Luke walks you to your apartment. About half of the 15 minute walk you have talked about utter nonsense, like how many squirrels Luke saw during the tour and how many latte macchiatos you did during the time he was away.
âCan I ask you a question?", you asked as your heels clacked along the concrete.
âSureâ, Luke answers almost instantly, coughing afterwards.
âYou were flirting with me the whole night andâŠâ, you started your monologue which you had planned during the party.
âThatâs not a questionâ, he interrupted and gave you a wink.
âLet me finish, you dumbassâ, you answered, your tone being a mixture of playful and irritated.
He zipped his mouth and smiled back at you. You were standing in the front of your apartment, feeling a little cold in the chilly autumn air.
âI just wonderâŠwhy?â.
âDonât we do that, like, all the time?â, he chuckled and stared down at his hands, then scanning your face for a while.
âI guess so, yeah. But itâs innocent. It wasnât like that today. Or am I crazy? Am I imagining this? Please tell me it was just my imagination, I can- â, you explained and could already feel how humiliated you'd feel soon.
âI donât really like to tell you to shut up, but just for once, shhh Y/N. It wasnât just youâ, he took a step closer to you and placed a strand of your hair behind your ear. âI like you. Definitely have for a while. Maybe the whole time Iâve known you. I like spending time with you. You are the funniest person I know. And you give the best fashion advice. And beneath that sarcastic exterior is such a soft and empathetic soul. You donât brag about your kindness, which makes it real. And I could talk to you for hours and never get bored. And for you, I would do the dishes happily. Believe it or not, no one has ever managed to bring out that side of meâ, he chuckled as you remain speechless. His sudden declaration of love - well maybe not love, interest perhaps - made you grin like a child who just got a new toy.
âAnd shit, Y/N, I just adore you. And the way your laugh reminds me of home. I lo-, like how you play with your earrings when you are nervous. Itâs adorable. And I-â,
âI donât need to hear a novel of how much you like me, Lukeâ, you interrupted him.
âI know, but you deserve itâ, he spoke softly and his lips turned into the classic Luke smile, which you found incredibly sweet.
âSave it for laterâ, you took a long look at those eyes that reminded you of the ocean and down to his pink and plump lips which you had dreamt of kissing for so long.Â
And then it happened. His lips were pressed against yours, making the time stop for a while. And his hands in your hair, tugging them slightly, not enough to hurt. Your fingers held the waistband of his pants. The way he moved his lips against yours was hungry, desperate, full of emotion he had never been able to release. It was electric, enough to make you release a little moan into his mouth.
âWhat the fuck is happening here?â, you heard all of the sudden and both of you turned to see none other than the Michael Clifford pressed against the door.
âAnd what the fuck are you doing in my apartment?â.
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#luke hemmings imagine#luke hemmings fanfic#luke 5sos#luke hemmings fluff#luke fanfiction#my writing#5sos fanfic#5sos imagine#luke hemmings x reader#luke hemmings x y/n#luke hemmings x you
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đ Fall Vibes with him pt 2
A/N: Ugh I need payday to get here so I can buy a Chucky blanket and these cute ass earrings from Spirit Halloween,anyways multi fandom again and this is gonna be short -đ€đ©°đ§ž
Summary: same as pt 1 lol
Fandoms: Cod,Dead Poets Society, Gilmore Girls, Sons Of Anarchy, The Bear( âââ characters I specifically imagine for this)
COD: Gaz ,Horangi, Keegan, Soap
Dead Poets Society : Charlie, Meeks,Neil
Gilmore Girls: Logan,Luke, Jess
SOA: Chibs,Jax,Opie
The Bear : Carmy,Richie,Marcus
Going to the book store together while drinking coffee. You pick out books for each other đ
Going to Target for Halloween and fall decorations
You beg him to to buy the Pumpkin Spice Chai Latte from the Starbucks in the Target
He grows to actually really like the Pumpkin Spice Chai Latte, gets you it in Venti
He also ends up really and I mean really liking Bath and Body Works "sweater weather" when you have it on he likes grabbing you and straight up inhaling your sweet scent , even puts some of it on himself
Spoils you at Spirit Halloween ,spends like over 300 hundred dollars on costumes,decorations and ect
Yall buy hella many pumpkins at the Pumpkin Patch
But that's because after craving said pumpkin together, you baked the pumpkin seeds
Going the corn maze at the Pumpkin Patch
#cod mw2#gaz cod#soap cod#horangi cod#keegan cod#cod x you#cod x reader#gaz x reader#soap x reader#horangi x reader#keegan x reader#dead poets society#dead poets fandom#charlie dalton#steven meeks#neil perry#gilmore girls fanfiction#logan huntzberger#luke danes#jess mariano#jess x reader#soa x reader#soa#chibs x reader#soa fanfiction#soa chibs#jax teller#jax x reader#Soa Opie#the bear x reader
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Closing Time
Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Bartender!Reader
Rating: Mature
Notes: Not beta-read, cause when is it ever. Just a little oneshot, set pre-show
No physical descriptions, no use of y/n.
Warnings: Cursing, flirty Rhett, drunk Rhett
Summary: âYouâre having a helluva night, huh,â You comment.Â
âSâthat supposed to mean?âÂ
âYou got a shit bull, then you struck out with that girlâŠAnd you failed to bait Luke Tillerson into trying to kick your ass.âÂ
You knock on the bar twice, catching Rhett's hazy eye and raising a brow.Â
âYou good?âÂ
âFine.â Itâs a near-slurred mumble, chased by the delayed glance toward a woman youâd seen him talking to half an hour ago. There are so few people left in the bar, it's hard to miss her. Now, sheâs on the arm of one of the Tillersonâsâyouâre too lazy to get a better look at which one. Youâre already dreading whichever one might come over to pay the tab, if they bother to pay the tab tonight. Youâve been working long enough to know not to chase the Tillersons out the door when they havenât. Luke typically turns up some time around opening the next day, asking what they owe with a smarmy smile, dropping a thick stack of bills on the countertop to cover it, and telling you to keep the change, sweet thing.Â
You lean back against the counter, eyeing the few other patrons, waving at the few that have already paid and are on their way out. You glance toward Rhett again, toward where heâs trailing his finger along the side of his half-full beer. He looks back as the TIllersonâs explode in laughter. They rise from their table, trailing toward the door.Â
ââEy,â Rhett mumbles it at first, so softly that you hardly realize heâs spoken. He tries it again, louder, as the Tillerson's breeze outside.Â
âHey!â He yells, rising so quickly that he sends the stool tumbling to the ground.Â
âDude!â You hiss.Â
âYou didnât pay!â Heâs still yelling after them, as if theyâre not already gone. You lean over the bar and reach out, whacking him in the bicep with the rag you use to clean the counter top. It seems to snap him out of it, and he glances between you and the door, pointing after them. âThey didnât pay!âÂ
âThank you for the update, Columbo. Would you sit back down?âÂ
You reach out, taking up his unfinished beer and dumping it out.Â
âI wasnât done with thatââÂ
âYouâre done with it now. Sit down and gimme your phone.âÂ
Rhett seems to take a moment to process what you've said. Then he takes your orders one after another, reaching down and taking up the stool and righting it before sitting. He fishes into his pocket, drawing his phone out and passing it over. You eye the cracked screen before you hold it up to him.Â
âOpen it.âÂ
He hesitates, gaze flickering to you before he does as heâs told again. You bring the phone back, finding Perryâs number and raising it to your ear.Â
âRhett?â The question is croaked out after two rings, âWhat are you doinâ, callinâ now?âÂ
âCome get your brother.âÂ
â...Aw, hell,â Perry mutters. The sound is in and out; youâre almost certain he's scrubbing his hand over his face. âAlright. Iâll be there in twenty.âÂ
âFuckinâ better. I've gotta close here.âÂ
You donât wait for his answer, you just hang up and toss Rhettâs phone onto the counter in front of him. You catch a glimpse of his hangdog expression as you turn away from him, taking up a coffee mug and filling it before turning back to him.Â
âTake your time with it,â You warn as you set it down. âItâs hot.âÂ
â...They didnât pay.âÂ
âI know. Theyâll come back in the morning.âÂ
âThat so?âÂ
âTrust me. This isnât the first time.âÂ
âThey get away with all that shit.âÂ
âTheyâre not getting away with anything," You fib. "If you left without paying, Iâm sure youâd be back in the morning, too.â You walk over to the counter, popping the register open and beginning to count the till out. Otherwise empty, the bar has settled into quiet, save for the murmur of music over the speakers, and the odd thud of Rhettâs coffee mug being set back down on the counter. You glance over at him, weighing your options, watching him smooth his hand over his hair, the brace on his wrist nearly obscuring his face as he reaches up. You turn back to the bills, counting through them.Â
âYouâre having a helluva night, huh,â You comment.Â
âSâthat supposed to mean?âÂ
âYou got a shit bull, then you struck out with that girlâŠAnd you failed to bait Luke Tillerson into trying to kick your ass.âÂ
âHowâd you know I got a bad bull?â
âHeard people talking.âÂ
âI wasnât trying to fight Luke.âÂ
âOh, please,â You chuckle. âDonât pretend you were trying to protect the integrity of the business.âÂ
âThey act like they own everything in this damn town.âÂ
You wonât argue with that. Heâs not wrongâbut itâs also not something that youâre willing to combat. Theyâre assholes, but theyâre assholes that tip.Â
âKeep drinking your coffee,â You advise. âYour maâll have my head if youâre drunk as a skunk when you get in.âÂ
âShe wonât,â Rhett chuckles. âShe loves you. âSides, I did this myself.âÂ
âI shouldâve cut you off two beers ago.âÂ
âI ainât that bad.âÂ
âNot all that good, either. Speaking of which, if youâre gonna toss, aim for a trash can.âÂ
âIâm not gonna be sick.âÂ
âYou sure?âÂ
âTrust me.âÂ
âIf you say so.âÂ
âI been worse than this.âÂ
âWell, that I know.âÂ
âYouâre really makinâ me feel better.âÂ
You roll your eyes.Â
âIâm not here to make you feel better, Abbott. This isnât Cheers, despite the fact that you chose to go somewhere everybody knows your name.âÂ
âCanât go anywhere in Amelia County without someone knowing my name.âÂ
âWell hey, big guy, my apologies.â
âThat ainât what I mean,â Rhett chuckles. Then he perks up, patting his hands on the counter. âWhat can I do?â
âWhat?â You frown, glancing up from the stack of twenties.
âPut me to work. What can I do?âÂ
âSeriously?âÂ
âIâll just be sitting here til Perry comes anâ gets me. Câmon.âÂ
You hesitate before you nod toward the flap.Â
âGrab the clorox spray and wipe down the tables if you really wanna help.âÂ
Rhett stands, rounding the counter and lifting the flap to get behind the bar. He ducks down, eyeing the shelf that you pointed to before he grabs the spray and the rag. You arch a brow, watching him round to the end of the bar, starting with the furthest tables. Maybe heâs trying to get out of trouble with you. Maybe he thinks if he helps out, you wonât mention this to his mama. Hell, youâre not planning on mentioning it to her, anyway, but youâll take all the help you can get.Â
âIf you throw up, youâre cleaning it up,â You warn.Â
âTold you,â He calls back. âIâm not gonna be sick.âÂ
You grunt, filling out the closing sheet before tucking the cash into the envelope. You find yourself tucking it into the back of your jeans, drawing your shirt down over it. You trust Rhett, sure, but if someone comes in when youâre cleaning up and itâs just laying around, and that sleeve comes up missing, your ass is on the chopping block.Â
You look over to find Rhett studiously scrubbing the bar. You canât help but smile a little. That hangdog look seems to have vanished. You canât help but wonder whatâs done it. Maybe his head is clearing up; maybe itâs because heâs helping you out, making himself useful.Â
âYou gimme a minute, we can start putting up the chairs,â You offer.Â
âI can do it.â
âItâll go faster with two.â You shut the drawer, locking it before you round the counter. You reach out, taking the rag and spray from him. âYou feeling better?â Â
âYeah,â He admits. âThink I just needed to move around a bit. Coffee helped.âÂ
âGood.â You glance toward the clock. âPerry should be here soon.âÂ
Rhett nods, picking up his coffee and taking a swig.Â
âWant some more?â You ask, nodding toward the mug.
âUhâŠâ He frowns, tipping the mug toward himself. âIf there is more, yeah. Please.âÂ
You nod, taking up the coffee pot. âPolite as always, Abbott.âÂ
âNot always.âÂ
âI suspect you can be damn polite when you wanna be, so long as Iâm not a Tillerson.âÂ
âAlright, let up,â He grumbles, drawing his mug back as you empty the coffee pot and set it down again. You smile as he nods back. âAre we stackinâ chairs?âÂ
âIn a minute. Drink your coffee.â
âYou always been this bossy?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
âHowâd I never realize?âÂ
âProbably too distracted by cute girls and the Tillersonâs to notice.âÂ
âJealous, honey?âÂ
The accusation sends heat skittering up your neck. You force an eye roll, turning away and straightening up.Â
âAlright, cap it and help me stack some fucking chairs,â You grumble, skirting out from behind the bar.Â
âThat a yes?â Rhett trails after you like a puppy; even with your back to him, you can practically hear his dopey smile. It makes that heat creep up just a little higher. You reach down, forcing your mind to the task at hand, and away from Rhettâs fastidious and curious gazes.Â
âSâalright, you can tell me. If youâd told me sooner, I mightâa done something about it,â Rhett adds. You glance over toward him, watching him lift a chair and set it on the table.Â
âIs that right?â You ask dryly.Â
âSure. Always thought you were pretty.âÂ
âWere?â You lean into it, ready to brush off the flirting, âThe bloomâs already off the rose?âÂ
You set a chair onto the table, and before you can get any further, you feel the warmth of him behind you. He raises his hands, bracketing you in and grasping the legs of the chair that youâve set on the table. Your heart ticks up in your chest as you keep your gaze set forward.Â
âYou see all those other chairs, Abbott?â You ask lightly. Rhett is quiet for a moment, stepping closer, lips brushing against your temple.Â
âI donât see anything else in here but you, sugar.âÂ
You push back the warmth that his murmur wells up in favor of nudging him aside with a laugh of, âOh, thatâs good.â You walk to the next table, stalwartly keeping your gaze from his as you begin to put up more chairs. You glance back to find Rhett leaning dejectedly against the table, and you sigh softly.Â
âDonât do that,â You grumble.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âPout.âÂ
âI struck out twice.âÂ
âYou only struck out once.âÂ
âWhat do you call this?â Rhett asks, waving his finger between the two of you. You rest a hand on the table, cocking your hip.Â
âThis," You mimic his gesture, "Was never gonna happen. No offense, Abbott, but I donât fuck drunk patrons.âÂ
âWhat about sober ones?âÂ
âYou arenât sober, Rhett.âÂ
âNot right now, butâŠâÂ
You raise your brows as Rhett lets it hang in the air. You consider for a moment before you shrug a little. You may as well throw the guy a boneâespecially since you mean it, a little.
âMaybe,â You concede, âBut bat those pretty lashes all you want, it ainât happening tonight.âÂ
Your stomach flips as Rhettâs lips pull into a teasing little smile. âYou think my lashes are pretty?âÂ
You laugh again, shaking your head and turning away from him.Â
âPut up the damn chairs, Abbott.âÂ
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