#luke scott imagines

[population9973]

secret - luke danes

luke danes x fem!reader

summary: lorelai oversteps and luke reveals your relationship

warnings: secret relationship, reader is younger than luke but no specific age is given, tiny bit of angst perhaps?

word count: 1.4k

“coffee?” luke asked, and you pushed your mug towards him with a smile.

“thanks.”

you were sitting at a table at luke’s diner when you overheard lorelai and rory talking about him,

the man oblivious as he went to fetch their order.

“do you think he’s dated anyone since rachel? lorelai said to her daughter in a hushed voice.

“I don’t know,” rory shrugged. “where would he meet anyone? he’s either here or in his apartment.”

“maybe he has a secret life. maybe he’s got a little chippy stowed away in mount pilot,” lorelai suggested, and rory laughed through her nose. “well we’ll know eventually.”

“i think he’s a bachelor for life.”

“and i think there’s someone for everyone,” the younger gilmore disagreed, before they began talking about music.

you tuned out the rest of their conversation, as it no longer pertained to your boyfriend. you and luke had been dating for about three months, and by some miracle had managed to keep it a secret; not an easy task in stars hollow. you couldn’t change the channel on the television in this town without someone finding out about it.

you were keeping the relationship hidden while it was new, since you were new to town and you were also a bit younger than luke. you had only moved here a little under six months ago; you didn’t need the added attention of a relationship while you were still settling into town, and luke respected that.

once the gilmore girls left, you went over to the counter to get another coffee to go, and luke smiled as he turned around and noticed it was you.

“hey, another coffee?” he asked.

“to go please,” you nodded, and he handed it to you, exchanging it for the mug you’d had. “call me later?” you whispered, though the diner was pretty empty, and he nodded, before you walked out of the store.

•

it was a few days later, and you were walking into the diner to grab a bite to eat. you put your headphones on but didn’t turn on your walkman so you could still hear as you walked inside and sat in the corner, luke holding up a finger to let you know he would be with you in a minute. you heard the door open and watched lorelai walk in and sit at the counter across from luke. you felt guilty for eavesdropping, but soon realized what the conversation was about and decided it did (slightly) pertain to you.

“hey, good party yesterday,” he greeted her, and you remembered him mentioning last night that he’d gone to help her fix something at a party her club was hosting.

“yeah, not bad”, she agreed with a smile.

“i like the new look it was very high class substitute teacher.”

“exactly what i was going for.”

“coffee?” he asked.

“oh, to go,” she answered, and luke switched the mug he’d placed in front of her for a paper cup. “hey luke, i feel a little weird even mentioning this to you-“ she began.

“what?”

“well yesterday i saw you talking to ava you know she’s in my booster club?”

“yeah i know who she is,” he replied, and you wondered what she was getting at.

“so anyhow, i saw you guys talking alone and it seemed kind of private and she mentioned earlier that you didn’t make her you know - gag,” she emphasized the word before continuing. “so I just figured you guys were making some sort of plans to hang out and see the thing is i just think it would be a little weird if you started dating a chilton mom.” you sat dumbfounded on the other side of the diner and luke raised his eyebrows slightly as she rambled on. “i know i have no right to say anything to you, but it’s just if you did date her - well i’m in the booster club with her which means i’ll hear things and i don’t know it’s just- i’d like to keep that chilton life separate from my stars hollow life so if there’s anyway that you could not date her, that would be really great,” she finished with a smile and a tap of her fingers on the counter top.

you sat in disbelief in your seat, still not daring to look their way as you wondered if it might have been better to not listen to the conversation after all.

“boy i tell you, you’ve got nerve,” he replied, sounding less than impressed with her speech.

“okay, uh w-“ she stuttered. “well i know this is your private business-“

“it is my private business.”

“you don’t see any validity to my side at all?” she asked.

“i am a grown man. you cannot tell me who to date to date,” he insisted.

“i’m not telling you who to date, i’m telling you who not to date,” she argued.

“you can’t tell me that either!”

“look-“ she began but he interrupted her.

“i will date who i like and if that screws with your plans, then i’m sorry - and if you don’t wanna hear things then don’t listen.”

“but-“

“if you don’t like it, you can just deal with it!” he said, and you weren’t sure you had ever heard him use that tone before.

“okay! i’ll just deal with it!,” she replied.

“good.”

“i just thought that if something was going to affect our friendship in some way that you might care about that because if the situation was reversed then i would care about that but that’s me! so go ahead date her!” she said, standing up, obviously offended. “marry her! make her mrs.backwards baseball cap - live happily ever after. see if i care!” lorelai flapped her arm around as she began walking out of the diner. “and by the way, I wasn’t asking her out,” luke informed her. “i was giving her directions for the quickest way back to hartford. it was very romantic. i said you take a right at deerfield and you catch the I-5 and you take it south. oh man, hot stuff!” he explained.

“that is so typical of you!”

“what?” he said, and you could recognize by his voice that he was rolling his eyes.

“that is not the quickest way back to hartford. everybody knows that you take main to cherry to linwood and then grab the 11. everybody knows that luke - everybody apparently but you!” she said, and her voice wavered as if she was getting emotional.

“and just for the record, not that it’s any of your business at all, i’m seeing someone. don’t worry she’s not one of the snobs in your chilton club so you won’t have to hear about it!”

you were glad you didn’t have a coffee yet or you probably would spat it out in surprise, and you wished more than anything that you had been able to see the look or lorelais face. you had nothing against her, but you did agree she had severely overstepped here.

“well that’s great! i’m so happy for you!” she spat angrily, and stormed out of the diner. thankfully there hadn’t been many people inside eating to hear the conversation, or luke’s confession of having a girlfriend. you decided you weren’t as concerned with people finding out anymore. you were happy with luke and that’s what was most important.

“hey,” luke greeted quietly as he appeared next to your table with a mug and coffee pot.

“hey,” you smiled up at him.

“how much did you hear?” he asked sheepishly, pouring you drink.

“all of it,” you admitted. “i’m sorry.”

“you don’t have to apologize. i’m sorry i told her without asking i just-“

“hey,” you put your hand on his softly. “i’m not mad. i guess the cats kinda out of the bag though.”

“no one knows it’s you,” he pointed out.

“it’s a small town - how long do you think it’ll take them to figure it out?” you laughed.

“yeah i guess so.”

“so, this chilton mom-“ you teased.

“don’t start,” he rolled his eyes, but smiled. “you’re really okay with people knowing about us?” he asked, and you nodded.

“yeah, i am,” you decided. “are you?”

“yeah, i guess i am,” he agreed, and you smiled.

“good.”

“good,” you beamed, and luke walked back behind the counter. you thought he had gone back to work, but he returned with another mug of coffee and sat down across from you.

“mind if i join you?” he teased, and you were surprised.

“are you…taking a break?”

“yeah,” he agreed.

“you? luke danes? are taking a break-“

“shut up before i change my mind?” he said playfully and you smiled, sipping your coffee.

“deal.”

[greenandsorrow]

Flowers in December, a mini series

Luke Danes x fem!reader ☕🧣🧤🌨️

Summary.

A gal in her early twenties moved to Stars Hollow three months ago and since then, Luke's Diner has practically become her second home. Twice a day, like clockwork, she's sat at a table, sipping her coffee... Not to mention all the to-go cups.

Warnings.

slow burn, jealousy, possessiveness, sexual content, big age gap, cunningulus, size kink, touch-starved!Luke, dom!Luke, virgin!reader, sassy!reader, selfish!reader, grumpy x sunshine trope, hurt, comfort, angst, feelings of inadequacy, alcohol consumption

Author's note.

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[gingerteafairy]

clause of attraction (luke cooper x reader)

Michael's nephew is single, that's a sign to be a matchmaker (even if it's with the new lawyer).

tags n warnings: lawyer!reader, suggestive, forced proximity, mentions of bdsm, heels kink, language, teasing, small age gap, roleplay, the office characters included, comedy, second hand embarrassment. word count: 2.6k masterlist

You stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut behind you as you made your way to Dunder Mifflin. Jan had already warned you—Michael Scott needed another lawyer. The last one quit because, apparently, he couldn’t stop cracking inappropriate jokes. Great. You already had a sense of what you were walking into.

Pushing through the front doors, you caught sight of what looked like a bizarre meeting. Pausing for a moment, you finally knocked on the conference room door.

“Uh, excuse me…” you called out, knocking again. All heads turned toward you. “Michael Scott?”

“Whoa, hey there!” A man who fit the bill jumped up, grinning as he walked over. He offered his hand, and you shook it politely, though his energy was a bit... much. “And who are you, gorgeous?”

There it was—the exact behavior Jan had mentioned. You introduced yourself, gently pulling your hand back as his grip lingered a little too long. Glancing around, you noticed a camera pointed in your direction.

“Alright, everyone, listen up!” Michael clapped his hands together, turning to the group. “This is the new lawyer for Dunder Mifflin! Let’s give her a big ol’ round of applause.”

A smattering of weak claps followed. Some people didn’t even bother, opting to roll their eyes instead.

“Okay, Mr. Scott... If this isn’t a bad time, I’d like to talk—”

“Whoa, whoa, hold up. Call me Michael,” he cut you off, waving his hand dismissively. “But, uh, can I just say? You’re way too pretty to be a lawyer. I mean, I thought you’d be, like, old. The last one? Jeez, talk about a buzzkill.”

He leaned in closer, completely ignoring the concept of personal space.

“Honestly, compared to the grump who was here before, anyone would look like a model,” a man with glasses chimed in, standing up straight. “Dwight Schrute, Assistant to the Regional Manager.”

“That’s not even a real title,” a tall man commented from across the room, smirking.

“Can it, Jim! She’s just the lawyer,” Dwight snapped, sitting back down in a huff.

“Alright, alright, let’s not get caught up in the boring stuff. Here’s what really matters,” Michael interrupted, pointing right at you. “You single?”

“Uh, yes? But what’s that got to do with anything?” you asked, your brows furrowed in confusion.

“It’s got everything to do with this case,” Michael announced proudly. “Now, sit down. This is gonna blow your mind!” He gestured to an empty chair.

Reluctantly, you took a seat, feeling all eyes on you.

“Buckle up,” Jim muttered under his breath, his lips quirking into a knowing grin.

You frowned, unsure what to make of his comment.

“My dear,” Michael began, puffing up his chest, “you’re gonna absolutely love meeting my nephew!” He pointed dramatically toward the door. Everyone turned to look—but the doorway was empty.

“Uh... hold on, gimme a sec,” Michael stammered, rushing out of the room.

He rushed out of the room, leaving everyone exchanging looks—some surprised, others bored, as if this were just another day at the office. You shifted uncomfortably in your chair, feeling increasingly out of place. Maybe Michael’s nephew had something to do with the case after all.

Moments later, Michael reappeared, standing beside the door with a strange, almost giddy laugh. “Alright, folks. Let’s try this again. You’re gonna love meeting my nephew... Luke Cooper!”

“Oh, no.” The room groaned in unison as a young man strutted in, waving with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

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“Luke Cooper back in the office, folks,” Oscar muttered, laughing nervously as he squirmed in his chair. “We’re *****”

“I swear to God, if that kid pulls one more stunt, I’m gonna need that damn lawyer,” Dwight hissed, glaring daggers in Luke’s direction.

"You know when grandma stops you and just says you need to meet their lazy useless son?" Jim clicked his tongue, spreading on the chair. "Pretty much the same."

"Luke being here is not completely wrong, he made the selection, interview and all the things." Toby sighed, scratching his head. "But I think this is worse than the last time. It's... Legal... Unfortunately."

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“I love the warm welcome, everyone. Really makes me feel loved,” Luke chuckled, blowing exaggerated air kisses to the room with a mocking grin before plopping into the chair right beside you.

You stood up, crossing your arms. “Michael, can we talk in private for a moment?”

“No can do, sweetheart. Whatever you gotta discuss, you can take it up with Luke. He’s sitting right next to you,” Michael replied, beaming like he’d just orchestrated a match made in heaven.

You glanced at Luke, hoping for some sort of shared understanding, but he looked just as bewildered as you.

“Aw, don’t play dumb, you two. You’re perfect for each other,” Michael added, clasping his hands together dramatically.

“That’s it. I’m done,” a blonde woman muttered, abruptly standing and leaving the room. One by one, the rest of the office followed her out, clearly over it.

“Stay put. I’ll be right back,” Michael whispered theatrically, tiptoeing out the door. Just as quickly, he slammed it shut behind him, locking it.

“Hey!” you shouted, rushing to the door and jiggling the handle, but Michael was already outside. With a smug grin, he tossed the key into a nearby vase and strolled away.

“Damn it!” you muttered under your breath.

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“What do I think of the lawyer?” Luke repeated the question, staring at the floor for a moment before looking into the camera with a mischievous grin and winking.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Angela said primly, addressing the camera. “They do look cute together. She seems like a smart young woman. Michael’s nephew doesn’t deserve her. But, if they end up together, maybe she can straighten that boy out.”

“What do I think about Luke and the lawyer?” Jim echoed, tilting his head and tapping his chin. “Well, if she’s into 22-year-old guys with a rebellious brat streak, sure, it could work.”

“He’s probably gonna love having a babysitter around,” Pam joked, nudging Jim with her shoulder. He chuckled along with her.

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"Just so you know, I had nothing to do with this," Luke remarked, stretching lazily in his chair, his body language nonchalant but slightly restless.

“This company is going to have serious problems! I’ll sue you, Michael!” you threatened, your voice firm with frustration. But then you froze, realizing with a grimace that you were the company’s lawyer, not its opposition. With a resigned sigh, you dropped back into your seat beside Luke. “How do you think we’re getting out of here?”

“Maybe after I propose to you and whisk you off to Hawaii,” he quipped, letting out a dramatic huff as he ran a hand through his messy hair, giving you a crooked smirk.

“You’re just a kid. You shouldn’t even be thinking about that kind of thing,” you retorted, shaking your head as you leaned back in the chair, your arms crossed. Your gaze drifted to his face, studying him for a moment longer than you intended.

“Hey, I’m 22. I’m not a kid,” he grumbled, his tone defensive as he crossed his arms tightly over his chest.

“You’re literally acting like one right now,” you teased, laughing softly. His eyes narrowed as he rolled them dramatically, dropping his arms back to his sides in mock defeat.

“Well, I’m not that much younger than you—what, three years? That’s nothing,” he argued, his expression softening as he tilted his head toward you.

“Three years makes all the difference to me,” you shot back, smirking.

“If my uncle finds out you’re 25, he’s gonna lose his mind. You should just pretend you’re some teenage prodigy or something,” he suggested with a playful grin.

The idea made you laugh, finally easing the tension between you. “Do you really think Michael even read my file?”

“If he did, he wouldn’t be throwing you at me. You… you seem way too cool for that,” he said, his voice quieter, almost self-deprecating as his eyes shifted down to his hands.

“What do you think? If we kiss, will he let us out?” you joked, raising an eyebrow at the absurdity of the thought.

“We could pretend to be doing way more than kissing,” he shot back with a mischievous grin, leaning closer as if testing how far he could push the joke.

You rolled your eyes, laughing despite yourself. “God, you’re impossible.”

He smirked, leaning back. “You know, people usually only roll their eyes at me when they’re having fun.”

“Go find something better to do, kid,” you said, giving him a light shove. He rocked back in his chair with exaggerated flair before settling again.

“Wouldn’t be the worst idea,” he murmured, raising an eyebrow at you with a look that bordered on flirtatious.

“This violates, like, a thousand codes of conduct,” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in mock exasperation.

“Good thing I’ve got a lawyer with me,” he countered, his grin unapologetic.

You stared at him, momentarily speechless, trying to process his audacity. But his words were real, and so was the way his eyes drifted over you, scanning your frame before locking back onto your gaze. That look lingered, holding a mix of curiosity and something unspoken that made the air between you feel heavy and charged.

"Tell me, counselor. Would you sue me if I kissed you right now?" Luke asked, his voice low as he leaned in closer, his eyes flickering between yours and your lips.

"As a representative of Dunder Mifflin, or as a person?" you countered, your tone steady, though the heat of the moment made your heartbeat quicken.

"As a man," he clarified, swallowing hard. His Adam's apple bobbed as his gaze lingered on your lips, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Probably," you replied, your voice softer than you intended, the weight of his stare making it harder to maintain composure. His eyes finally lifted to meet yours, the delay making the moment even more charged.

Luke ran his tongue over his lips, letting out a faint click of his tongue. "And would you put me in jail?"

"I’d do my best," you answered, trying to sound firm but feeling the cracks in your resolve. Your fingers unconsciously curled into the fabric of your skirt, the tension in the air making it impossible to sit still.

He noticed your fidgeting, his lips curling into a sly smile. "Chains and all?" he teased, his voice dropping even lower.

"Okay, that’s enough!" Michael’s voice cut through the charged atmosphere, startling both of you. You instantly straightened in your chairs, awkwardly adjusting your clothes as though you’d been caught doing something wrong.

"Wow, I see you two are really hitting it off," Michael said, grinning ear to ear, clearly oblivious to what had just transpired.

"She’s the love of my life," Luke joked, throwing a smirk in your direction.

You let out a quiet, nasal laugh, quickly covering your mouth with your hand, hoping to disguise your amusement.

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Ryan just stared at the camera, wordlessly throwing his hands in the air. “He did it. I... I..."

“Wow,” Jim breathed.

“How do I feel about being a living matchmaking service?” Michael asked the camera, his grin childlike and self-satisfied. “You already know my answer. Guru Scott, at your service!”

“I mean, ‘m not lying about she's the love of my life. She got that office siren vibe, that thing that could step her heels on me.” Luke sighed, his eyes distant. “I'm head over heels for her, man.”

"I saw a movie like this once," Kevin started seriously, approaching the camera to whisper "And it doesn't end well on the guy's balls."

“Don’t let her put her heels on him.” Kelly threatened with tears on her face. “It's Yves Saint Laurent.” she cried out, leaving the room to search for Ryan.

“Why did Yves let people make shoes of her skin? Snakes are way better,” Creed spoke, crossing his arms. “And that girl doesn't seem to have good skin for that."

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Michael finally let you and Luke out of the room, and you could finally breathe again. With a sigh of relief, you got back to work, handling the paperwork with Michael to formalize Luke as an official employee. This time, he’d gone through a proper hiring process rather than being handed the job outright. The whole ordeal took longer than expected, and by the time you were done, it was already late at night. Michael said his goodbyes and left you alone in the office, still finishing up the last of the documents.

“Hey, counselor,” Luke’s voice suddenly sounded behind you, making you jump. You spun around, clutching your chest.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack, kid?”

“Are you saying I’m your death?” he quipped, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.

“You’re so funny,” you replied, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Good at kissing too. But I bet you like to work with evidence, don’t you?” he teased, leaning casually against the desk.

“In some cases, eyewitness testimony is enough,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes at him.

“So… you wanna see me kiss someone?” he asked, his boldness catching you off guard.

You froze for a moment, staring at him, both intrigued and slightly impressed by his audacity.

“You’re not gonna give up, are you?”

“You’re the love of my life, remember?” he joked, referencing his earlier comment. You couldn’t help but smile, placing your hands on your hips.

“You’re impossible.”

“Always living on the edge of the law,” he quipped with a wink, stepping closer. His gaze softened as he looked down, locking eyes with you. “And you’re way too beautiful to give up on.”

His compliment caught you off guard, and you felt heat rising to your cheeks. For a moment, you didn’t know how to respond, shyly smiling back at him.

That smile seemed to throw Luke off his game for a moment, but he recovered quickly, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Always works on them,” he joked, though his voice held a softer tone.

“Them? Are you that sought after?” you teased, laughing lightly, though your shoulders remained tense.

“Nah, I’ve dropped all of them. Can’t risk making a certain lawyer mad,” he replied with a soft laugh.

You smiled again, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “This isn’t exactly professional, Luke.”

“Am I bothering you? Harassing you?” he asked, his tone suddenly serious.

“No,” you admitted, shaking your head.

“Then we’re good,”

The absurdity of it all made you laugh. This company was bizarre, and so was Luke, but maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. Taking a step forward, you closed the distance between you.

“I’m gonna arrest you,” you said playfully, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I have the right to remain silent,” he whispered, leaning in closer.

“Good, so you’re aware of your rights,” you murmured back, your eyes dropping to his lips.

“You can remind me of them later.”

When his lips finally touched yours, it was feather-light, barely more than a brush, like he was testing the waters.

You found yourself leaning into him without thinking, the tension in your shoulders melting away. Your hands hesitated before lightly brushing against his chest, grounding yourself as his lips moved just a little more firmly against yours. It felt natural, like he was waiting to match your pace, reading every subtle response.

When he pulled back, just slightly, his eyes fluttered open, meeting yours again with a mix of nervousness and a hint of a smile. His voice was soft, almost a whisper. “Okay, that was… better than I imagined.”

You couldn’t help but smile back, your cheeks warm. “Not bad for a first attempt.”

His grin grew a little wider, and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “So, does that mean I passed the test?”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “Let’s just say… you didn’t fail.”

“So it means ‘m gonna do my best,” he muttered before brushing your lips together again.

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“What did we do after that?” Luke echoed, ruffling his hair as blush came across his cheeks. “As a Quentin Tarantino fan, i foreshadowed the last interview.” he looked all around, leaning closer to the camera to whisper. “Heels and chains.”

“Good thing he's in jail.” Dwight grinned, adjusting his glasses. “Justice always prevails. Thumbs up to that lawyer.”

You smiled shyly, sighing. “I'm a good lawyer.”

“You're the best.” Luke completed, sitting next to you with sparkling eyes. He looked back at the camera and closed with his hand to kiss you.

[imyourbratzdoll]

A Luke Danes fic where a new girl gets a job with Luke at the diner and they secretly fall for each other? ♥️

hi honey, I hope you like this!

summary - you are new to town and following that you need a job, thankfully luke gives you a job at the diner, only issue is that you both end up falling for the other.

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

You were nervous, being new to a small town was one thing but to get a job on the first day was nerve-wracking. It also didn’t help that your new boss was so fine, you didn’t want to mess this up and embarrass yourself in front of him. So now you stood in front of your bed, wondering what to wear to work in a diner. Your clothes laid out neatly as you stare at them, picturing each outfit on your body. You look out the window, hoping the weather could help you decide. 

With a quick decision you choose a large dark grey wool jumper, pairing it with a black mini skirt and some black tights and flats before heading back over to the mirror and clipping your hair back, allowing a few hairs at the front to fall gracefully, framing your face. “Shit!” You curse as you see the time and quickly grab your bag, running out the door. 

You arrive at Luke’s diner, nearly out of breath and head inside, brushing imaginary dust off your clothes. You head over to the counter and anxiously wait for Luke to look up. You smooth out your jumper as you wait, brushing your hair from your face. You pause your movements as he looks up, you smile softly, hoping it helps hide your nerves. “Hi…”

He nods, clearing his throat as he checks you out subtly. “You’re early. Good.” He moves swiftly, reaching underneath the counter and pulling out an apron. “This is for you, you’ll help me take orders and serve said orders to the costumers.” You nod as he hands it over, you copy his movements and wrap the apron around your lower half. You thank him when he hands you the notebook and pen, giving him a small smile. 

Throughout the day, you and Luke connect eyes multiple times, accidentally bumping into one another as you try to walk by, causing the two of you to awkwardly look away or move to the side, but the actions would only keep repeating themselves. When it came to closing time, you head towards the counter and untie your apron, neatly folding it and placing it on top of the bench, with the notebook and pen. You turn, about to tell Luke that you’ve done your part only for you to let out a gasp and bump into him. “I’m so sorry!” 

He grunts. “It’s okay. You did good.” He realises that his hand is resting on your hip and quickly pulls away, his cheeks turning a bright pink. “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” You shyly look up at him, knowing the way your heart pumps in your chest is wrong, you couldn’t possibly fall for your boss. Funny enough, you didn’t know Luke was thinking and feeling the same thing as he looked down at you. You both would spend weeks watching the other secretly, imagining what life would be like if you admitted your feelings. Maybe one day you would both find the courage to tell the other.

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[intoanotherworld23]

Loving You Is A Ride

Pairing: Reader x Luke Collins (Scott Eastwood)

Warnings: None

Length: 2902 words

Summary: After getting your heart broken a family friend let’s you stay with them for a while, and you swear off of love. That is until you meet a handsome and charming cowboy named Luke Collins

Alright I was totally inspired by @cevansbaby-dove and @cutedisneygrl to write this since they posted about him! It’s unfortunate there not more fanfiction about this man cause he is just so gorgeous, and I’ve been obsessed with him for a very long time. I hope you all enjoy! Thank you guys so much! XOXO

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It's Friday night here at the local bar, and it's already packed full of people. Most of them wearing cowboy hats and girls wearing revealing outfits hoping to take someone home. If you weren't behind this bar you'd be one of those women.

Not that you were the kind of girl to do stuff like that, but your heart was covered in ice at this point. The last thing you wanted to feel was some type of emotion. It was like you had this wall around you, and you refused to let anyone break it down.

Your fiancé had been cheating on you, and you literally caught him in bed with another woman. Next thing you know you saw red and it ended with him getting a black eye and a couple scratches on his face and arms.

Of course you kicked his ass out of the apartment you two shared since it was in your name. Drinking away your sorrows as you wallowed in self pity. Ignoring every phone call and text you were receiving not in the mood to talk to people.

Things started to get so bad you literally locked yourself in your room barely leaving your bed as you laid there in the dark. Barely eating since your body was only craving something that could help numb the pain. Your mother came over and was shocked by what she walked into. She knew something had to be done to get you out of this funk.

Calling up a family friend telling her you needed to get away for the summer. Offering you a job to help her at the bar she owned, and a free place to stay at hers. You weren't going to pass up so you packed a lot of stuff and made yourself at home.

Telling her everything that happened, and she could tell you were hurting. Cassandra was the type of person that would help you out with anything, and do everything she could to make you feel better. Hoping that you working at the bar you would meet someone special with her blessing of course.

The music was blaring as you found yourself having to keep wiping down the counter top and refilling drinks. A couple young men attempting to flirt with you only to shot down none of them peaking your interest. Except one.

Feeling eyes staring at you almost as if he were zoning out. Looking behind you to make sure there wasn't anybody else he was looking at. His eyes still focused on you as you stood there awkwardly wondering if something was wrong with him.

As he was staring you took that time to really look at him. Noticing how faded his light blue flannel shirt was meaning he's either had it for a long time or it was cheap. It was loosely fitted around his thick arms which looked bigger than your head. His aura was just screaming cowboy even though he wasn't in uniform like everybody else.

"You alright there buddy?" Asking him as he snapped out of his day dreaming letting out a dry cough.

"Oh yeah sorry my brain just kind of stopped." Walking up to the bar as he looked away.

"Do that a lot?" You quipped at him making him crack a smile.

"Only when I'm in the presence of someone gorgeous." Showing off his straight white teeth making you roll your eyes. Here we go again.

"Wow I've never heard that one before." Your tone dripping with sarcasm but that just made him smile harder. "You must use that one a lot."

"Actually I've never really used that on a woman before." That was very doubtful giving how smooth he spoke it.

The man was incredibly handsome and you found yourself slightly drooling over him. His face was sweet and kind, like there was something warm there.

This man seemed like he had stories to tell and you found yourself wanting to know more about it even though you didn't know his name.

His dazzling blue eyes were drinking you in as you kept causally working but still focused on him. Feeling his eyes on you the whole time as you tried not to stumble or drop something. His eyes dropped down to your chest for a minute before snapping back up making sure he didn't get caught creeping.

"What's your name?" He raised an eyebrow at you leaning against the counter.

"Y/N." Flipping a rag over your shoulder as you placed a hand on your hip. "You got a name?"

"The names Luke Collins." You swear you've heard that name before.

"Your a bull rider aren't you?" Luke awkwardly coughing being caught.

"Yeah I am."

"I figured you were."

"How'd you figure that out anyway?" Looking around the bar waving your hand around to all the men and women in cowboy hats and boots making him laugh.

"This bar is filled with amateur bull riders I think I know the signs." You honestly didn't really know if these men were, but you just assumed since there was a rodeo arena just up the road.

"You got me there." He chuckled feeling sheepish suddenly around you.

"What made you get into riding?"

"Uh just something I wanted to do." He was getting a little uncomfortable.

"Was your father a bull rider or something?"

For a minute his smile faded away as he looked deep in thought. Part of you felt bad for being so pushy about it, but it was too late now to take it back. His eyes focused on the sticky counter top as his jaw clenched picturing his father that last night he was bull riding.

It's been so long since Luke has talked about this or even mentioned his father. It was still a sensitive subject for him, and even after all these years he still never got over him. No matter how hard he tried to let it go he simply couldn't loosen that grip he had.

"My father was a rider as well." Looking up at you to see your eyes staring at him now hearing that crack in his voice. "He died when I was thirteen years old."

"The bull threw him down on his head and he never recovered." He continued on as you nodded along feeling complete sympathy for him. "I wanted to continue his legacy."

Luke was trying to control his breathing not feeling like crying in a bar full of people. Especially not in front of you otherwise he would die of humiliation. Just like you he sometimes would bottle things up so much until he would explode.

He seemed so genuinely nice and down to earth. Feeling your whole being gravitating towards him, but knowing to still keep your hands up maintaining that distance. The last thing you wanted to happen was to get too close to this guy only to get your heart broken and stomped on.

"I'm so sorry." Looking down to see your hands gripped a towel so hard you felt your skin would burst. "It was wrong of me to ask."

"Are you kidding me?" He half heartedly chuckled making you look back up at him. "I'm glad someone asked instead of just assuming my story."

"Well I think it's incredibly sweet you are doing it for him." Smiling at him Luke returning it showing off his pearly white teeth.

For some reason you felt guilty flirting with him like this even though you were single, but your mind couldn't wrap around that just yet. Maybe this was too soon to be thinking about being with someone else.

There was a moment of silence between you two as you helped other patrons in the bar. Like stayed there waiting for you to finish which completely surprised you. Figuring he'd waltz off to find some pretty girl or his fellow riders to chat with.

"So you got someone waiting for you at home Luke." He awkwardly laughed scratching the back of his neck.

"Nope I don't." Quirking an eyebrow at him feeling like he was lying.

"I find that hard to believe." There was no way a man like him didn't have some gorgeous woman wrapped around his arm. "I bet she's gorgeous and just perfect."

"Well if you meet this woman can you tell me." He joked back making you roll your eyes at him.

"What about you?" Taking a sip of his beer asking you the same question that had you halting not wanting to discuss him. "You got somebody waiting for you?"

"Not anymore." A hint of sadness in your voice as you now avoided his eyes.

"I bet there are a million guys waiting in line just to get a chance with you." He was just being nice you thought to make you feel better and you cracked a weak smile at him.

"Afraid not." Getting back to your work completely avoiding him now feeling that brick wall get closer and closer to you.

"You probably just don't notice them is all."

His words were true countless guys flirted with you and tried to get your number, but it just went over your head.

It wasn't his fault he wouldn't have any idea about your past relationship. He would have no idea you were once engaged and completely happy.

Luke was simply asking you because you did, and he actually was genuinely curious. You were someone that Luke would go out with, and you were his type inside and out. There was something about you he wanted to get to know.

This guy felt like he stood a chance with you, and even though you two were flirting you kept a distance not wanting to lead him on or let him catch feelings.

"Hey Y/N hon can you go in the back and get some more cases of beer?" Cassandra's chirpy voice called making you turn your attention towards her.

"Yeah sure thing." Leaving the bar as she took over walking towards the back feeling like someone was watching you.

Grabbing one case you felt like you were strong enough to carry two. You were completely wrong as you struggled to carry the two boxes laughing to yourself at having no upper body strength. Your hands were starting to hurt as you tried to get a firm grip.

Luke noticed you had been gone for quite a few minutes so he decided to go make sure you were okay. Looking around to see you standing there knees slightly bent as you struggled getting the beer. Laughing to himself seeing that determined look on your face reminding him of himself.

"Need some help?"

His voice making you jump slightly as he jogged up to you grabbing the box on top your arms feeling less pressure.

"Jesus Christ you scared me." Turning to look at him laughing at the wide eyed look on your face. "I've got it."

"Doesn't seem like you do." He argued back smiling softly as he stacked another box in his hands with ease making you scoff.

"Show off." Mumbling under your breath as you followed him back to the bar.

Dropping the boxes off on the floor as Cassandra looked between you and Luke. A smile on her face as she smiled with a shake of her head knowing you bit off more than you could chew with the crates.

Underestimating how heavy those suckers were, and also you were as stubborn as a mule.

Luke walked back over to where he was standing as you got back to work. You could tell he was keeping his eye on you, and wanted to further your conversation. Cassandra could sense that too, and knowing her she was going to rub her hands and work her magic.

"Why don't you go on your break now?" Grabbing your hand as you looked around noticing the crowd wasn't going anywhere soon.

"Cass I can't leave you alone." Shaking your head as Luke beamed at the opportunity.

"Oh please this is nothing I can't handle." Giving Luke a quick wink as you looked away grabbing your purse underneath the counter top.

Cassandra knew exactly what she was doing, and she was good at doing it. She noticed the way Luke was watching you all night, and she hasn't seen you smile like that in such a long time. It was a familiar look that you got when you first met your ex fiancé.

Shooting Luke an apologetic look as you shrugged your shoulders giving him a wave as you shuffled through all the people. Giving a last turn back look you see Cassandra talking to Luke as he nods his head with a bow. Wondering what exactly they'd be talking about.

Luke quickly finishing his beer as he turned around to the doors you walked out of hoping you would still be in the parking lot.

Hearing a couple of his friends waving him over as he shook his head and kept walking towards the exit determined to catch you.

Looking around he spots you standing by a silver jeep leaning over the back seat messing with something. He also can't help but notice how your shirt was rising exposing your soft skin to his eyes.

Stopping his thoughts from getting any dirtier as he walked over to you standing there with his hands in his front pockets clearing his throat.

"Nice ride."

His sudden voice makes you jump turning around your back against the car as you placed a hand over your heart. He was really going to have to stop scaring you like this.

"Shit, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Trying to slow your heart rate down knowing it wasn't some killer stalking you.

"Sorry wasn't trying to scare you." Apologizing with a concerned smile as you crossed your arms across your chest.

"That's twice now you've snuck up on me." You teased. "Three strikes and you're out Luke ."

"I promise it won't happen again." Crossing a finger over his heart making you giggle.

"Let's hope not I'm still too young to have a heart attack." That made him laugh as he awkwardly stood directly in front of you now.

"So did you need something from me?" Looking around quickly then back to him asking him raising your eyebrows at him.

"Actually yeah there is something I wanted to ask you."

Luke was nervous and he didn't know why afraid that a beautiful woman like you would reject him so quickly it would make his head spin.

He figured someone like you flirted with guys like him when you worked to get bigger tips. Not being the type of guy to throw himself out there like that. Usually girls came up to him, and he never really had to work to get a girls attention.

"Yeah?" Having a feeling you knew exactly where this was going gulping so loudly you felt he heard it.

"I was wanting to ask if you wanted to hang out some time."

Your breath hitched as you thought how to let him down easily. Trying to find the right words but straining to speak once you saw how adorable he looked right now. He looked like some lost little puppy dog on the side of the road just waiting for someone to pet him.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt you to just give the guy a chance. It's been too damn long though since you've just hung out with a guy. Thankful he didn't use the term date meaning he wasn't exactly looking to move so quickly.

"Yeah sure why not." Your answer had him smiling from ear to ear making your cheeks feel like they were burning.

"I'm not that bad I promise." He joked as you smiled softly at him.

"I don't know about that I've heard about you bull riders." You mused fiddling with your car keys.

"The only rider you'd have to worry about is Jared Middleton."

Staring at him like he just grew two heads having no idea who he was even talking about noticing the confused look on your face. Something he didn't really want to get into already.

"That's for another time."

"I'm gonna hold you to that." Pointing a finger at him as he chuckled.

Exchanging your numbers as he put his name on your phone under handsome rider with the bull emoji making you laugh. Of course you put your name as 'that girl from the bar' snickering to yourself as you did it.

"I'll uhh text you." Motioning to his phone as you nodded opening the driver door.

"I look forward to it Luke." Watching him as he walked away back inside his figure disappearing into the crowd.

Your mind was telling you to just let him down easily and tell him you're not interested. Then again your heart was telling you to go for it. It was becoming all too confusing on what you should do. Knowing you can't be single for the rest of your life, and shut everyone that comes into your life out.

As you closed the door you sat there with your hands on the steering wheel. Staring straight ahead as you realized what you were about to get yourself into. This could either end good or completely horrible.

"Fuck." Whispering as your face hit the steering wheel.

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Budapest

Scott Forrester X Reader 

Y/N”s POV 

A/N: I hope you all like this and if you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work !! 

Working in Budapest with the fly team was a dream. The other dream was meeting the love of your life. 

Scott was amazing and even though he was technically your boss it didn’t stop the two of you. 

It did complicate things a little bit. Especially in the field because he wanted to protect you from all the dangers in the world. 

But you had to constantly assure him that you were perfectly capable of handling yourself. 

That you earned your spot on the team and you deserved to be treated the same. He would always same it wasn’t the same. 

But at home he was right at work he was wrong. And sometimes it was hard not to blur the lines.

Everyone on the team knew about you guys. You tried to keep it a secret for a while but working with detectives that was not gonna fly. 

Scott was possessive but you knew he meant well. He would never let another guy even look at you funny. 

He would have something to say about it. If another guy would hit on you or even touch you in the slightest they were on the ground. 

You wouldn’t trade it for the world though. Because Scott was a sweet and kind guy. He was just honestly a puppy dog. 

He would always do the littlest things that would make you cry. 

Like remembering the tiniest details about your guys lives. Whether it be remembering the first time you guys kissed. 

Or the first time he took you on a date. He would make each moment more special than the last.

He told you everyday how much he loved you. He would grab your face and pull you in closer and look you right in the eye with his beautiful orbs. 

“I love you” He would say in a deep full voice. 

“I love you more” You would say back. 

“Not Possible” He would say back 

He would kiss the top of your head. And breathe in your scent like it was the last time he was ever going to see you. 

It always made you feel so much better. Like the way he would grab your hand and squeeze your hand. 

Rubbing his thumb underneath of top of your hand. It made you feel so much more grounded.

 Like when you guys were out in the field and about to go into a dangerous place. 

He would squeeze your shoulder and it was his way of letting you know he was there. He had your back. 

Which of course he always did. No matter what happened he was always there for you. And every time he did.

 No matter what was going on and in the midst of the chaos he was there by your side. 

You knew he was going to be your forever. The person you were going to grow old with and have lots of kids and grandkids with. 

That maybe making Budapest would be a permanent thing. 

The  city was beautiful and it was more like home now than America was. You could tell Scott was feeling the same thing as you. 

He was looking at houses on the side and some of them were beautiful. Like you could picture yourself in them.

 And he wasn’t letting you in on it. Which confused the hell out of you. 

Why would he keep it a secret unless he wasn’t sure what he wanted. Which then made you start sprialing a lot.

So you tried your best to push it out of your head. You know maybe he was just curious to see what was out there. 

Days like today you were wondering what was going through his head. Like it was your day off and he was currently sitting on his phone and he had a nervous look on his face.

You went over to the couch where he was sitting and plopped down next to him. 

“What are you looking at” You asked trying to reach his phone. 

“Nothing” He said in a more serious voice locking his phone so you couldn’t see what he was looking at. 

“Come on what’s her name” You said teasing him 

“Not funny” He said in a serious voice. 

“Get dressed we gotta be some where in 2 hours “ He said 

“Well where are we going” You asked 

“Why does it matter just go get ready” He said 

“I need to know how to dress” You said 

“Dress what ever now stop asking me five million questions” Scott said. 

You got up huffed and Scott laughed. 

You listened to him just as confused as ever. You didn’t even know what you were getting dressed or how to look. So you decided your best to look cute as you could. 

When you were finished you didn’t know how long it took you because Scott was yelling at you it was time to leave. 

You walked out the bathroom and he was already to go. You both grabbed your stuff and headed out. 

The great thing about Budapest was you could walk. And it was nice to see the sights on a beautiful day. No matter how long you lived there it was still gorgeous. 

The day was beautiful and you guys were walking down the street holding hands. 

“So where we going” You asked 

“It is a surprise” Scott said. 

“Come on let me in” You said 

“No way” Scott said laughing. 

The conversation fell kind of flat after that. Suddenly he stopped walking and you guys were in front of the most beautiful house you had ever seen. 

“What the hell are we doing here” You asked 

“Come on” he said pulling you in. 

You both walked in and it was absolutely gorgeous. 

“What are we doing here for real” You asked

“Walk around and see what you think” Scott said 

You gave him a confused look and he just urged you to look around. You walked all around the house and it was big. 

And there was a beautiful backyard with a pool. You always wanted to live in a place with a pool. 

It had a huge backyard with a patio. It was breath taking view. The you walked back inside and walked all around the house.

 There was a big living room with a huge kitchen. To cook in and there were like 4 bedrooms. It was like a mansion. 

It was like a beautiful dream home. Scott was walking around with you. He had a look on his face where it was like he has seen it before. 

“Baby come on tell me what is going on” You asked 

He grabbed you by the face and pulled you in. He looked you in the eyes with those big beautiful orbs. 

“I love you” He said 

“I love you more” You said 

“Not Possible" He said 

“So I kind of did a thing” Scott said rambling a little. 

“What did you do” you asked 

“ I may have brought this house for the two of us to grow into to brings a lot of grand kids to. And sunday dinners and birthday parties” Scott said 

“Scott I” You started 

“No let me finish. I love you more than you know more than you love me . and I want us to grow old together and to move here permanently and start our lives together. Will you Marry me Y/N” Scott said 

He pulled out a ring and got on knee 

“You know that’s not true” You said 

Scott had a worried look on his face.

“There is no way in hell you love me more. I love you more and yes yes I will marry you. And have lots of babies with you and live in this beautiful house I mean this is ours right” You asked

“Hell yeah baby it’s all ours” Scott said 

He got up on one knee and put the ring on your finger. He pulled you into that kiss the one that took your breath away. 

When he broke away the kiss he put his forehead on yours and Whispered to you 

“Not possible”

[mimiunfiltered]

Masterlist

Hi, I am so excited to be posting this! I hope this makes it easier for everyone to find their favorite characters and the stories they'd love to read! I would love to announce that my ask/request box IS open and I will write for any of the fandoms listed. I will write smut, fluff, angst (if not too triggering), and maybe make a series! I will also write for any and all characters from these fandoms. With that being said I hope you enjoy this list and find it useful!

Started: Feb. 12, 2025 Last Updated: Feb. 12, 2025

Twisters (2024)

Smut

Embarrassment (Scott Miller)

Road Trip (Scott Miller)

Grumpy Girl (Scott Miller)

Night Routine (Scott Miller)

Fluff

5 a.m. (Scott Miller)

Angst

DC Universe

Smut

Fluff

"Wow, you're big!" (David Corenswet!Clark Kent)

A New Turn On? (Clark Kent x Curvy!reader) (ask/request)

Angst

Gilmore Girls

Smut

Fluff

Coffee Girl (Luke Danes)

Angst

Call of Duty

Smut

Fluff

Thunderstorm (Daddy!John Price)

Angst

Cheaper by the Dozen Series

Full House (Charlie Baker)

Fuller House (Charlie Baker)

Other fandoms I'd love to write for and/or have things planned for include:

I will also preface that this list will grow.

Once Upon A Time Marvel Bones Teen Wolf The Rookie Shameless Shadowhunters Community

I have the right to decline or refuse any request asked of me if I don't feel comfortable writing it.

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hey everyone i would love for you to get to know me better so if you have any questions or request ask away xx

[deeptrashwitch]

So...I made this while I was on class.

It probably doesn't look so good because my camera and that I don't know really how to draw. But I had the idea running all over my head today and it felt nice to let it be.

This is the badge of Specters/Team Charlie. And their motto is "fast foward, no rest".

Hope you like the draw 👍🏽

[fandomgirlz01]

So a little while ago Nat and I {Faith} decided we would like to have Beta readers for our works. We then thought maybe some of you would enjoy being that for us while helping you guys be a little more interactive with us. That being said, we made an application for you guys to fill out for a chance to be a reader, so if you are interested the link will be down below.

We do know we already posted the Beta readers application once and we want to thank all that applied the first time around. However we have decided to just reset it all and start fresh, because when we posted it the first time around we honestly got so busy with our outside lives (it was a bad idea on our part to post it around the holidays…) that we just forgot and for that we are truly sorry. We also didn’t get very many applying so we are hoping that if we just start 100% fresh maybe we can pull some new readers in to apply and we also made it a little more structured. 

Same as before: 

We will be closing the application process down {March 5th 2025} and we will be going through them {March 5th 2025}. If you enter we will contact you a few days later to let you know if you've been chosen or not. We are so excited to have some of you join the team! Happy applying!

Without further ado click here to apply today! 

[8lyme]

Play it again ♬

Logan Howlett x reader (unmentioned gender)

♬ Play it again - Luke Bryan

SUMMARY - You've been listening to the radio all night long, and can't believe your song comes on when you're luckily alone with Logan.

a/n - chat ... please be gentle this is a self indulgent one shot based off the sickening obsession i have with this man. i need him biblically. Also, I'm imagining this to this song or Springsteen by Eric Church, but obviously use whatever song ur heart desires unedited ! And lowkey out of character but idc

At the start of summer, the students of the "gifted youngsters" program begged Charles to let them set the grounds up for a small party as a celebration for the end of the school year, despite nearly all of them being permanent X-mansion residents.

You excitedly volunteered to help, sitting in the kitchen concocting a dessert recipe as Scott mixed punch. Within a few hours, the yard was lit with string lights hanging from tree to tree. Fold-out tables with sheets as tablecloths held plates of food and drinks. Closer to the mansion, a large speaker blared music from the radio.

You listened to the music, half listening to the conversation Storm and Charles were having and half trying to hide your sideways glances at Logan, who was very attractively manning the grill. You might've heard a question directed at you but Logan's white t-shirt was tucked into his jeans. The cut of his sleeves stretched against his biceps, one hand on his belt and the other flipping hot dogs with tongs. You wanted him to turn so you could shamelessly stare at his ass in his jeans. You were no better than a man.

"Didn't you bake these cookies?" Charles said, catching your attention. You hoped that was the first time he asked that as you looked down to him.

"Oh, yeah, I did", you answer (hopefully as nonchalant as possible). "I hope they don't taste terrible."

"Please, you are the baker sent from heaven" Storm sighed, taking a bite of one of your cookies.

"I told you, my mutation literally causes the spirit of Martha Stuart to take over my body" you snort. "She's the little rat in my chef's hat".

You earned a chuckle from Charles, a yellow paper plate of some of your baked goods resting on his legs.

"If I truly ever felt the mind of Martha Stuart at this school, I would send us into lockdown" He joked back, but you had glanced at Logan again and your mind left the conversation.

He was smiling warmly as he handed plates of burgers and hot dogs to a few surrounding kids. He turned to the table behind him to open another pack of buns, and you silently thought 'thankyouthankyouthankyou' as you shamelessly stared at his ass.

With an enormous amount of willpower, you returned to the conversation ahead of you as Logan unfortunately turned back to the grill.

♬ ♬ ♬ ♬ ♬

The lights dimly lit the courtyard under the darkening sky. You sat in the grass, legs outstretched and feet swaying to the radio still playing in the background. Hearing footsteps, you glanced behind you.

Logan was making his way towards you, beer in hand.

"Hey" he said, kneeling to sit beside you. He sighed as he turned to stretch his legs out before taking a long drink.

"Hey there, grillmaster" you smile, reaching to snag his beer.

"Headmasters orders" He groaned as you sipped his cold drink.

"Whatever Logan, you had a smile on your face the whole time"

"I think you were a little busy staring at my ass to notice my face" He teased and snatched his beer from you, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Don't even flatter yourself" you said, turning away and hoping he didn't notice the blood rushing to your cheeks. "I was admiring your grilling capabilities".

He let out a quiet laugh as your face became even hotter.

"Only my grilling capabilities?" He said, and you felt him leaning closer to you. "Nothing else?"

You tried to ignore him despite goosebumps making their way up your arms. He taps your arm with his beer, trying to get you to look at him.

"You think you're hot shit, huh?" you say as a deterrent.

"And you don't?" he flirts, knocking you with the cold bottle in his hand again. You roll your eyes, deciding between groaning out 'Whatever, Logan', 'Spare me', or 'Fuck off'.

Before you even open your mouth, the radio catches your attention. You take a second to recognize the beginning of the song before gasping loudly.

"Oh my god, this is my song!" you light up, whipping around to face Logan and grabbing his shoulder. "The radio's been on all night, I can't believe it's playing!"

You scramble up to a crouch and grab at Logan's arms.

"Come here, Logan, I wanna dance!"

Before he can say a word, you yank on his wrists and pull him off the grass. Your song hums from the speakers as you pull him to spin to the beat. Logan rolls his eyes at you, but he can't ignore the smile that's on your face. You're holding each others' fingers, and he lets you push and pull at opposite arms.

You can't help but sing along, turning from side to side with the lyrics. A grin forms on Logan's face, and he decides to pull you closer and put his hand on the small of your back. You're too enthralled in the music to feel embarrassed, and you push your leg up to force Logan to dip you.

You pull away from him and spin yourself under his arm. You're jumping and swaying to the beat, unaware that Logan is enjoying himself enough to dance along as little as he can get away with.

At every chorus, you lift your hand in a fake microphone and sing into it. Logan sings along too, but quietly enough that you don't notice.

The last few notes of the song play out, and you slow to a stop and catch your breath. You look up at Logan, surprised to find him with an enjoyable look on his face. Your hands are still connected when you straighten up to say "Sorry, I just haven't heard that in while".

You start to let go of his hands, but his fingers tighten around yours. He's looking right into your eyes, the normal furrow in his brows gone and his features softened.

"Don't apologize" he says gently.

"Okay" you respond in whisper. His gaze is unwavering.

You blink with your heart thrumming in your chest. You can't tell if hours or only seconds have passed while you've been looking up at him. You're afraid to look away and ruin the moment, but you unintentionally glance down at his lips and notice that he's smiling.

With a newfound burst of confidence, you pull your hands from his to grab at his jawline. You tug him down and kiss him. Before you can pull back, his hands grip your back. He pulls you closer from his hand between your shoulder blades and other on the curve of your spine. He sighs into you before you pull away, and you meet each other's gaze once again.

"I hope they play that song again" Logan says to you after a beat. You can't fight your smile before you say "Me too".

He brings your face to his and whispers "You spilled my beer, asshole" before kissing you deeply. You push him away, smiling.

"Go get another one, I'll figure out how to play that song again"

[population9973]

family line - luke danes

luke danes x fem!reader

summary: things get a little complicated when your boyfriends nephew comes to stay with him

warnings: smoking, family trouble, a bit of angst, mention of cheating but it isn’t happening?, language, readers parents are 💀

word count: 3k (this was supposed to be short)

as you woke up in bed, you rolled over to find luke’s side of the bed empty, and squinted at the clock on his nightstand; you’d slept in.

“oh crap,” you hurried to get dressed and presentable before heading downstairs to work. as you walked in, you noticed luke was on the phone, and he didn’t sound too happy with whoever he was talking to. lorelai was behind the counter grabbing donuts and putting them in a bag, while a group of boy scouts waited in line.

“okay fine,” he said loudly. “do what you want- make the arrangements. now i’m working, we’ll finish this later!” he hung up the phone with a clang.

“is everything okay?” lorelai asked, and you gave luke a worried look as you tied an apron around your waist.

“do either of you have a sister?” he asked.

“uhm, no.”

“no,” you agreed. in the six months you had been with luke, family had never really come up as a topic of dicussion; and that was more than okay with you.

“i do!” one of the boy scouts piped up.

“you have my sympathies,” luke sighed, and disappeared into the back.

“here, i’ll ring you through,” you offered to lorelai, who happily cut in front of the line.

“do you know what that was all about?” she asked, and you shook your head.

“no idea,” you answered honestly, telling her the total for the donuts as rory pestered her to hurry up.

after helping the boy scouts order and pay for their food, you went to find luke, who was sitting in the storage room organizing cans on the shelf.

“hey, sorry i was late,” you said softy.

“that’s okay, it was quiet this morning. i thought i’d let you sleep in,” he replied.

“when is it your turn to sleep in?” you teased.

“never.”

“that’s what i thought,” you sighed. “i take it that wasn’t a customer calling to place an order?”

“no,” he sighed. “it was my sister. her son - jess, my nephew is gonna stay with me for a while.”

“is your sister okay?”

“define okay,” he replied, and you gave him a look. “nothing happened to her, she just can’t control him anymore. he’s getting into trouble and she’s given up taking care of him, so she’s sending him here.”

“i see,” you nodded.

“you’re mad i didn’t ask you,” he suggested, and you shook your head.

“no, luke of course not. he’s your family, and it’s your apartment not mine,” you disagreed. “i think it’s nice that you want to help him, and your sister.”

“but?”

“but what?” you asked.

“there’s a but,” he insisted, and you sighed.

“but,” you exaggerated, raising an eyebrow. “are you sure you’re ready for this kind of responsibility?”

“you don’t think i can do it?” he asked, stopping his shelf organizing to look at you.

“it’s not that i don’t think you can, of course i do. i just - think it might be a little more difficult than you’re expecting, thats all. so if you need any help-“

“i’ll be fine,” he insisted.

“okay.”

“but thank you,” he added, kissing your forehead softly, before walking back out to help a customer who’d been ringing the service bell.

“you better be on fire or else calm down; i’m on my way!” he called, and the ringing stopped.

you sighed, wondering if luke knew what he was getting himself into.

•

you only worked half days at the diner so you decided to give luke some space and go back to your house for a while, tidying up a bit since you’d been at luke’s the night before.

flopping down on the couch, you scrolled through the tv channels looking for something to watch, but failed to find anything that interested you.

after making some lunch and doing some chores around the house, you went out to buy some groceries and stopped by the diner to see how luke was doing just after dinner.

“hey,” you smiled, the bell above the door altering him to your presence.

“hey, back already?”

“i’m just passing by. i’m going to the grocery store - do you need me to grab anything for you while i’m there?” you asked, but he shook his head.

“nah i think i got everything all stocked up earlier.”

“is he here already?” you asked.

“yeah, i picked him up from the bus stop an hour ago. you might run into him while you’re out and about.”

“he went out already?” you asked.

“yeah, i think he wanted to uh… see the town,” luke sounded unsure.

“honey-“

“it’s fine, i’m sure he just needs some time to get used to being here. that’s all.”

“you’re right,” you agreed. “not to go into the gorey details but i’ve been in his place before and it’s not easy. no matter how great the person you’re staying with is,” you held his hand on the counter for a second, and he looked like he wanted to ask what you meant, but just smiled instead.

“thanks. i’ll see you later?”

“i was thinking i’d give you guys some space - let him settle in on his own for at least the first night. i’ll see you tomorrow though?” you offered, and he nodded in agreement.

your mind was distracted as you shopped for a few things at the store; luke’s nephew being in town was bringing up some memories that you’d spent years trying to forget. memories of your own adolescence. you just hoped things were easier for luke and jess than they had been for you.

•

it was nearly eleven at night when there was a knock on the door. after a quick glance through the window, you opened the door to see luke standing there.

“hey - what’s going on is everything okay?”

“uh yeah, sure,” he replied, walking past you and into the house, and you shut the door, walking into the living room to find him sitting on the couch.

“luke?”

“yeah.”

“shouldn’t you be at home with jess? i thought you guys were going to hang out?”

“yeah, uh he went out.”

“he went out?”

“yeah. i think i scared him off,” he sighed, and you took a seat next to him, placing a hand reassuringly on his knee.

“what happened?”

“nothing - lorelai invited me to bring him by for dinner tomorrow, so he can meet her and rory, and he asked if i wanted to play poker and then left,” he shrugged.

“ahh i see.”

“see what?” he asked, and you sighed.

“when i was 17, i got into a lot of trouble - like jess. my parents - may they rot in hell - were assholes who hated me and sent me to live with my aunt. lovely woman - had no idea what to do with me.”

“you’re saying i have no idea what i’m doing?”

“i’m saying, it doesn’t matter if you do everything right, sometimes a kid like that has to decide to come around on their own.”

“why didn’t you ever tell me your parents were dead?”

“i guess it never came up,” you shrugged.

“i’m sorry.”

“don’t be,” you shook your head. “the only thing they ever gave me was the ability to lie about where i was going and which floorboards to step on so they didn’t catch me sneaking out. i’m better off without them.”

“i had no idea.”

“i don’t really talk about them, you had no way to know. i’m okay now. my life is better than i ever imagined it could be, and i have you in part to thank for it,” you kissed his cheek softly, and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you to lean against his side.

“well i’m glad i could be of service,” he kissed you softly.

“jess will come around, luke. just give him some time. my first night after my parents sent me away i stole a car and lived in it for a week.”

“really?” he asked, looking nervous as if he thought jess might do the same.

“no,” you laughed and he relaxed. “but it did take me a while to settle in.”

“is it a bad time to mention that i told lorelai you would come to dinner tomorrow?”

“of course i’ll be there,” you smiled, snuggling into his side after pressing another soft kiss to his lips.

“i should probably get going in case he comes back to the apartment. he doesn’t have a key.”

“you didn’t give me a key?” you asked with a slight laugh.

“he said he didn’t need one,” luke shrugged.

“ah - you have a locksmith on your hands.”

“you think he can pick locks?” he asked.

“it’s not that hard-“ you raised your hands as he shor you a disapproving glance. “kidding.”

“very funny,” he rolled his eyes playfully. “i really should get home.”

“five more minutes?” you asked, clinging to him tighter so he couldn’t leave the couch.

“okay,” he conceded. “five minutes.”

•

“hey, perfect timing!” lorelai greeted as you stood with luke and jess at her front door. “sookie is about to break the record for the most food served outside of the roman empire.”

“sounds great,” luke replied.

“sure does,” jess agreed. though far less sincerely. the introduction between you and luke’s nephew had gone about as well as you’d expected, but you tried to remember how you felt each time your aunt brought home someone new, so you weren’t taking anything he said too personally.

“so, come on in,” lorelai offered, and jess followed her into the house, looking at some pictures on the wall before finding his way to rory’s room after being introduced to sookie and jackson.

everyone got ready to sit down at the table, rory explaining that jess was just grabbing a soda, before you realized you didn’t have a drink and went to grab one. jess was no where to be seen when you got in there, and you stepped outside to find him on the porch with a beer bottle, which he opened with the railing of the porch.

“not hungry?” you asked, holding your hand out for him to hand over the beer, which he did with a sigh.

“not really,” he agreed.

“don’t worry - i won’t tell anyone about the beer, just don’t let lorelai catch you doing it again.”

“thanks, you’re my hero,” he said sarcastically. “you gonna make me come back inside?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“no, if i was you i wouldn’t want to be in there either to be honest,” you sighed. “lorelai is trying to be nice but all this can be … kind of overwhelming.”

“yeah,” he mumbled.

“did the party move out here and no one bothered to tell us?” lorelai asked, emerging from the kitchen door.

“i’ll be right in, i think jess wants to get some fresh air,” you said, pretty sure she wasn’t gonna like that answer.

“sookie made you a grilled cheese if you don’t like pot roast,” she offered in a sing song voice.

“wow. if i’d have known that-“ jess said mockingly. you knew lorelai was only trying to help luke, but you had a feeling that she was just going to make things worse.

“you really don’t want to be here,” she gathered.

“what gave you that idea?” he teased.

“look, i’ve done this whole act before - but you’ve got a really good thing here with luke, he’s a really great guy. he really wants to take care of you and make things right for you. you’re incredibly lucky to have him,” lorelai went on and on, and even you felt awkward, taking a step back to sit on the porch swing.

“lorelai-“ you started to tell her to tone it down a little, but she ignored you. you knew luke didn’t want her meddling in the situation, him being very much an ‘if i want help i’ll ask for it’ and then never ask type of guy.

“if you give this situation half a chance, you might be suprised at how good it can be, and how much you like living here, and how good it feels to have someone like luke that you can really depend on.”

“that’s funny, i thought she,” he pointed to you. “was his girlfriend. are you sleeping with him too, or something?” jess asked, and though it was inappropriate to say the least, you barely stifled a laugh. it sounded exactly like something you would’ve said when you were his age, and lorelai was definitely laying it on pretty thick about luke.

“excuse me?”

“the whole starry eyed ‘you’re so much better off, just give it a chance’ speech. you’re either really naive, or you’re getting some,” he said, before turning to you. “sorry this might be how you find out you’re getting cheated on.”

“jess, come on-“ you sighed.

“this is my house, and i choose how i get talked to in it.”

“you know, you don’t know anything about me, or my life, or my mom, or luke, so why don’t you doctor laura someone else.”

“i’m going inside, you better not have taken that beer from my fridge,” she pointed to the bottle you had set on the table, grabbing it on her way inside and slamming the porch door.

“that wasn’t very neighborly now was it?” jess mumbled, more to himself than to you, you decided.

“hey, i’m not gonna give you a speech or anything-“

“sounds like you are.”

“she means well, even if she can be a bit… much, sometimes,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“if i have to hear about how perfect my life is now one more time i might go stand in traffic,” he huffed, and to your surprise, he sat down on the opposite end of the porch swing, the chain creaking as he did.

“it’s not worth your time; no one here drives fast enough to do any damage,” you offered, and he almost smiled.

jess pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, earning a side eye from you, and he sighed as he handed it over. you put it out in a small puddle of water on the porch and tossed it in the bin outside the kitchen door, before you heard luke and lorelai arguing in the kitchen.

“they fight like a married couple too,” jess added, and you laughed.

“i can’t disagree with you.”

“you sure they’re not-“

“they’re not. don’t bring it up again,” you advised, and he raised his hands in mock surrender as luke stormed out of the gilmore house.

“let’s go,” he said, looking at the two of you, and jess didn’t hesitate to get up and start walking, and in that moment you were just as eager as he was to get away from the gilmore house.

“i think i should go home. call me tomorrow?”

“you’re ditching me?” luke asked.

“no, i just think me being here isn’t really helping, and maybe you guys need some time to talk. i’ll come to yours if you want me to.”

“he’s had more of a conversation with you than he has with me,” luke argued, and you sighed, looking down at your feet. “i’m sorry, you’re right. i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“okay. i love you,” you said, giving him a kiss before he hurried to catch up with jess, and you started your walk home.

•

for the second time that week, luke showed up at your house unexpectedly, and you opened the door to let him inside. it was your day off work so you hadn’t talked to him since last night, and he still seemed pretty upset.

“hey, what’s up?” you asked.

“i just pushed him in a lake.”

“what?” you asked, raising your eyebrows.

“jess. i got this call from taylor that he thinks jess stole the bridge money and i went for confront him and he was being impossible and i just pushed him in. this is bad,” he trailed off mumbling to himself.

“hey maybe it’s not as bad as you think it is,” you tried to calm him down. “how good of a swimmer is he?”

“he’s fine,” he sighed. “he’s wet. i just - i lost it. you’re right; i am in so far over my head i can’t even see my own hat.”

“have you tried turning it around?” you teased, and he gave you a look.

“what was I thinking why did I say yes to this?”

“because you wanted to help him.”

“raising a kid - i don’t even like kids! they’re always sticky, like they’ve got jam on their hands. even if there’s no jam in the house, somehow they’ve always got jam on their hands. i’m not the right guy to deal with that. i have no patience for jam hands!” he spiralled.

“luke, honey. slow down,” you shushed him. “he’s a teenager, not a toddler, so i think you probably don’t have to worry about the jam thing, and you can absolutely do this. but it’s going to take more than two days and an air mattress for you guys to become best friends.”

“i swear i’m gonna kill liz,” he interrupted.

“liz isn’t here. jess is, and you cannot give up on him yet. i know this is not going how you planned but imagine how he must feel.”

“maybe you could talk to him - he doesn’t hate you like he hates me.”

“he does not hate you, luke. he doesn’t know you,” you corrected. “if you want me to talk to him i can try but i don’t know how much that will help. i can’t parent him for you. he’s living under your roof not mine.”

“you’re right,” he sighed.

“as always,” you teased, kissing him on the cheek. “do you want to stay for dinner since you’re here?”

“nah i gotta go find a gnome.”

“excuse me?”

“babette’s gnome - long story.”

“i don’t want to know,” you laughed, and he pulled you into a hug.

“thank you, for talking me out of the crazy tree.”

“you’re welcome. he just needs more time to adjust - his whole life got flipped upside down overnight,” you sympathized. “and so did yours. you need to adjust to this too. just - try not to push him in anymore lakes?” you suggested as luke stepped out the door.

“no promises,” he smiled, before leaving to go find the missing gnome, and you shook your head as you closed the door behind him. at least things were never boring in stars hollow.

[greenandsorrow]

🦇 Luke Danes with his fave goth costumer 🦇

Luke: "What's with today's look? You're heading to a vampire convention or something?"

You: *looks down at your majestic dress* "Careful, Lucas. If you're not nice, I might turn you into one of my immortal minions."

Luke: *in his deadpan voice* "I'll take my chances."

You: *leaning on the counter, smirking* "You'd look good in total black. Brooding suits you."

Luke: *blushes and goes to fetch your order*

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[erosmutt]

ok like i dont expect you to write this or anything its more just food for thought- which hayden characters, including hayden, would be a boobs guy, a butt guy, or thigh guy or something else lmaooo

ugh i luh yew for this. disclaimer, most of them are ass men <3

☆ HAYDEN : ass

I'll be real... I don't know. All his exes are flat skinny girls... KIDDING! Hayden is an ass man! He's not one to objectify, but he can appreciate a nice ass when he sees one. He's the type to give your ass a swat in passing, just because. Or because he likes to see it jiggle. Either way, he likes to touch it. Fills his hand nicely.

☆ SAM : boobs

Sam... just objectifies girls. All the time. He's a horny teenage boy, and nothing gets him off quicker than a nice rack on a girl. His favorite pastime is watching the volleyball girls play, and all he can imagine is grabbing at their tits, or burying his face into them.

☆ SCOTT : boobs

Scott'll stare at your tits shamelessly. Especially since Horizon's activities call for so much hard labor, you're constantly moving and working up a sweat. You mostly wear camisoles and tanktops, so he has an amazing view of your cleavage. Plus you sweating usually equals a see through top, which is an amazing perk.

☆ ANAKIN : boobs

Anakin hates that he can't see your body well in your Jedi attire, but he can see your breasts a bit because of the fabric straining against them. He gets distracted during training watching your tits bounce while you swing your saber about.

☆ JAMES : ass

ass man. ASS. MAN. James' favorite position is doggystyle because he gets to watch your ass ripple and jiggle when his hips smack into it. he'll do double takes when he's walking down the street after seeing a girl with a fat ass. bonus points if you're chubby - fatter ass and a whole lotta whole lotta for him to grab onto!

☆ CLAY : thighs

Clay loves your thighs because they make such a comfortable resting spot. After a hectic day at the office, all he wanted was to bury his head in your plush thighs to relax. The way you'd play in his hair while he rested was also even better.

☆ BILLY : hips

No matter what, Billy always has his hands on your hips. he loves to stand behind you, loves to feel you up. whenever you try and step away, he grabs you by your hips and pulls you back into him. he likes the sense of power it gives him.

☆ LORENZO : boobs + waist

Your body was what initially drew Lorenzo in, but your resourcefulness was a plus, so he said. Totally not your cleavage and waist. He helped you get dressed one morning (he was squatting at your place hiding from Gerbino, go figure) and he refused to get his hands off your waist. Just constantly roaming from your tits to your waist, back and forth. He kept saying it was to adjust your undergarments which you knew was NOT true but... it felt good, so you didn't make a move to stop him.

☆ LUKE : ass

For the same reasons as James and Billy. He loves to worship your body, loves to touch on you, just to be near you. He loves you, but the thing that really made him fall in love was your ass in the jeans you wore on your first date together.

☆ KURT : ass

He just loves your ass. Just does. He loves eating it too. He'll absolutely fiend for you, antsy for you to come home so he can worship your ass. Spank it, grip it, fuck it... any and everything. If it can be done, he'll do it to your ass.

☆ DON : thighs

Don likes to rest. He's content with just sitting. Napping, reading a book, just nothing too strenuous. One day you came and sat on his thigh after washing the dishes, and the way your thighs squished and spread had him curious. Despite being married for a few years, you two had only been intimate a handful of times, which meant he hadn't paid your body much attention. So he began to invite you to sit on his lap, and one hand would idly caress your thighs while the other would jot down notes as he prepped for his next sermon.

☆ VADER : hips

He feels like he has control over you when he holds you by your hips. Plus his hands are so large, it's hard for you to get out of his grasp... generally.

☆ AJ : ass

AJ can appreciate any woman's body, but it's something about a girl's ass that always gets him. He's always at fancy gatherings courtesy of his job, so there are always women wearing fancy dresses - most that accentuate their figures. Also, strip clubs. Can't forget those. His favorite thing about the clubs is the dancers bending over right in his face. All he wants to do is give their asses a good, firm smack. He wished they had a bit more, though. Why do they always hire skinny, flat girls to be dancers?

☆ LEO : hips

You two went to dinner after getting engaged, and the dress you wore had him in a frenzy. It wasn't a skimpy dress or anything either, it just accentuated your natural curves. While he was guiding you around, his hand was on your hips at all times. He'd occasionally give a slight squeeze, not to tease you, just because he needed to have a feel of you constantly.

☆ STEPHEN : thighs + boobs

Stevie likes anything about a woman that's maternal. Or, what he considers maternal. Big breasts, thick thighs... those are all things he associates with a mature woman. So naturally, he wants a woman with those physical attributes!

[jesslovesboats]

BECAUSE YOU DEMANDED IT, I'm back with more Sad Boat Books for Sad Boat People! But first, some words.

I never dreamed that a silly little graphic I made for some friends would generate this much response on twitter and here, but I'm overjoyed that it resonated with so many of you! I read every single comment and tag, and by far my favorites are all of the people who say some variation of "I thought I was the only one who loved these books." We are NOT alone, there are literally thousands of people who reblogged or retweeted this list-- people of all ages and backgrounds and gender identities. Sad Boat isn't just for old white men! I was also delighted to hear from other librarians who are using this in displays and for reader's advisory. PLEASE go forth and do so with my blessing, nothing would make me happier! I was recently laid off from my librarian job as part of a restructuring under new management (don't worry about me, it sucks right now but I'm gonna be fine), so I would love to think that I'm still contributing to the library ecosystem while I'm out of commission. I would also love to keep making these lists (including one that deals with Sad Boat fiction and one with recommendations for other types of media), and I've never had more time to do it, so if you have suggestions, please drop them in my inbox!

Anyway, enough of that-- here are more books! I've either read all of these, or the recommendation came from someone I trust, so read with confidence!

First Hand Accounts

The Quiet Land: The Antarctic Diaries of Frank Debenham edited by June Debenham Back

The Voyage of the Discovery by Robert Falcon Scott

Farthest North by Fridtjof Nansen

Endurance by F.A. Worsley

Boats boats boats!

Franklin's Lost Ship: The Historic Discovery of HMS Erebus by Alanna Mitchell and John Geiger

The Voyages of the Discovery: The Illustrated History of Scott's Ship by Ann Savours

HMS Terror: The Design, Fitting, and Voyages of a Polar Discovery Ship by Matthew Betts

The SS Terra Nova (1884-1943): Whaler, Sealer, and Polar Exploration Ship by Michael C. Tarver

You'll learn about the Ross Sea Party and you'll like it

Shackleton's Heroes by Wilson McOrist

Shackleton’s Forgotten Men: The Untold Tragedy of the Endurance Epic by Lennard Bickel

The Ross Sea Shore Party 1914-1917 by R.W. Richards

The Lost Men by Kelly Tyler-Lewis*

Polar Castaways by Richard McElrea and David Harrowfield*

*These were on my other list, but this is my graphic and I'll do what I want

Sad Airships and Planes

From Pole to Pole: Roald Amundsen's Journey in Flight by Garth James Cameron

N-4 Down: The Hunt for the Arctic Airship Italia by Mark Piesing

Antarctica's Lost Aviator by Jeff Maynard

Disaster at the Pole: The Tragedy of the Airship Italia and the 1928 Nobile Expedition to the North Pole by Wilbur Cross

More Shackleton Content

Shackleton: A Life in Poetry by Jim Mayer

Shackleton's Last Voyage by Frank Wild

The Quest Chronicle: The Story of the Shackleton-Rowett Expedition by Jan Chojecki

Shackleton's Forgotten Expedition: The Voyage of the Nimrod by Beau Riffenburgh

Polar Partners

Snow Widows by Katherine MacInnes

Polar Wives: The Remarkable Women Behind the World's Most Daring Explorers by Kari Herbert

Widows of the Ice by Anne Fletcher

Sad Boat Graphic Novels

Shackleton: Antarctic Odyssey by Nick Bertozzi

The Worst Journey in the World- The Graphic Novel Volume 1: Making Our Easting Down adapted by Sarah Airriess from the book by Apsley Cherry-Garrard*

How To Survive in the North by Luke Healy

*This was also on my other list, but this is my graphic and I'll do what I want

Biographies

Scott of the Antarctic by David Crane

Ice Captain: The Life of J.R. Stenhouse by Stephen Haddelsey

Cherry: A Life of Apsley Cherry-Garrard by Sara Wheeler

Birdie Bowers: Captain Scott's Marvel by Anne Strathie

Roald Amundsen by Tor Bomann-Larsen

Miscellaneous sad boat books that are well worth your time

I May Be Some Time: Ice and the English Imagination by Francis Spufford

Fatal North: Adventure and Survival Aboard USS Polaris, The First US Expedition to the North Pole by Bruce Henderson

Barrow's Boys: A Stirring Story of Daring, Fortitude, and Outright Lunacy by Fergus Fleming

Pilgrims on the Ice by T.H. Baughman

The Coldest Crucible: Arctic Exploration and American Culture by Michael F. Robinson

Ghosts of Cape Sabine by Leonard F. Guttridge

Icebound: Shipwrecked at the Edge of the World by Andrea Pitzer

If you read and enjoy any of these, please let me know!

EDITED TO ADD: OG Sad Boat Books post here!

[ellswritings]

Masterlist ;)

*= smut

The Hunger Games

Imagines

Finnick Odair

Wasting All These Tears On You

Don’t Be Late

Love and War

Peeta Mellark

They Don't Know About Us

Katniss Everdeen

Johanna Mason

Haymitch Abernathy

Worse Things

Cato Hadley

Marvel Sanford

Clove Kent

Coriolanus Snow

Sejanus Plinth

Series

none yet :(

Teen Wolf

Imagines

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Derek Hale

Jealousy, Jealousy

Peter Hale

Chris Argent

Lydia Martin

Issac Lahey

Allison Argent

Malia Hale/Tate

Liam Dunbar

Kira Yukimara

Series

Lupus Nox- S1 Cast, Prologue, S1 E1, S1 E2, S1 E3, S1 E4, S1 E5, S1 E6, S1 E7, S1 E8, S1 E9, S1 E10, S1 E11, S1 E12

The Maze Runner

Imagines

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Gally

Aris

Brenda

Sonya

Harriet

Series

none yet :(

Marvel

Imagines

Steve Rogers

Sparks Fly

Tony Stark

Snowflake

Bucky Barnes

Loki Laufeyson

Natasha Romanoff

Clint Barton

Logan Howlett

Peter Quill

Misery Loves Company

Gamora Ben Titan

Peter Parker

Peter Parker (TASM)

Thor Odinson

Michelle Jones-Watson

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Series

none yet :(

Once Upon A Time

Imagines

Regina Mills

Emma Swan

Killian Jones

David Nolan/Prince Charming

Peter Pan

Rumplestiltskin

Neal Cassidy/Baelfire

Series

none yet :(

Bridgerton

Imagines

Anthony Bridgerton

How To Be A Heartbreaker

Colin Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

King George

Simon Bassett

Eloise Bridgerton

Series

none yet :(

Harry Potter

Imagines

Harry Potter

About Time

Ron Weasley

Hermoine Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

James Potter

Like I Can

Draco Malfoy

Lucius Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Luna Lovegood

Bellatrix Lestrange

Series

none yet :(

Glee

Imagines

Finn Hudson

Sam Evans

Jesse St. James

Quinn Fabray

Santana Lopez

Brittany S. Pierce

Rachel Berry

Mercedes Jones

Mike Chang

Noah Puckerman

Series

none yet :(

Criminal Minds

Imagines

Aaron Hotchner

Undercover Heat

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

No Place Like Home

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Matthew Simmons

Luke Alves

Kate Callahan

Series

none yet :(

9-1-1

Imagines

Evan 'Buck" Buckley

Eddie Diaz

I Knew You Were Trouble

Bobby Nash

Athena Grant

Howard 'Chimney' Han

Maddie Buckley

Series

none yet :(

Gossip Girl

Imagines

Chuck Bass

Nate Archibald

Dan Humphrey

Serena Van Der Woodsen

Blair Waldorf

Carter Baizen

Series

none yet :(

Pitch Perfect

Imagines

Jesse Swanson

The Flirting Game

Beca Mitchell

Chloe Beale

Bumper Allen

Cynthia Rose

Benji Applebaum

Donald Walsh

Fat Amy/Patricia Hobart

Series

none yet :(

Miscellaneous

Chandler Bing

New Years Eve

We Can’t Be Friends