#luke x lisa

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Nothing Special (Luke x Lisa)

Prompt: 'You're nothing special.'

Warnings: harsh break up, anti-lisa tbh, insecure luke

Word count: 236

“You’re nothing special.” Luke blinked.

“What?” He asks, insecurities hidden with a laugh, “I- Where did that even come from?”

Lisa laughs, “I’m just saying, you’re nothing special.” She shrugs, “You’ve got nothing I can’t find in a minimum of ten men in a one mile radius, Luke. So maybe try and stop acting all high and mighty when we both know neither of us are perfect.”

“Lisa, I just said-”

“It doesn’t matter what you said, Luke!” Lisa groans, “Why can’t you understand? It doesn’t matter what you say, your actions do the complete opposite, alright?”

“What?”

“You said you’d text, you didn’t. You said you’d phone, you didn’t. You said you’d try not to stay at work late after a case, you did.” Lisa exclaims, “You’re constantly going against your promises – also known as lying, by the way – and you just expect me to lay down and let you walk over me? I don’t think so!”

“Lisa, that’s not what’s happening at all,” Luke began, “I get so behind on paperwork and I need to stay caught up otherwise Prentiss would have my ass-”

“Don’t try and make excuses,” She scoffs, Luke opened his mouth, about to protest, when Lisa stood abruptly. “You know what? I can’t do this.”

“Lisa-”

“No Luke. This,” She motioned vaguely between the pair of them, “This is over.” And with that, she left, slamming the door behind her.

[okimargarvez]

Parallel - 21

Both Pen and Lisa believe at first that Roxy is a female figure: Garcia is convinced that she is his girlfriend (she also says it to JJ in 12x3); Lisa thinks that she is his daughter. But there is a not so little difference: while Luke wants Penelope to believe it, he doesn't imagine that Lisa does.

[12x1/12x4 vs 13x12]

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[somewherefornow]

LUKE FOX & JIM CORRIGAN in BATMAN ETERNAL

[carpenoctxrn]

Doctor. Doctor. (Spencer Reid x FemReader)

Chapter 1: The Invitation

Warning: Very horny reader. Slow burn. Alcohol Shot.

P.S I have Stranger things smut on my Wattpad @noctxrn

~ Y/N P.O.V ~

“Y/N! WAIT UP!” Said my friend Dr. Douglas, a.k.a Lisa Douglas.

Her light blue scrubs were crumbled matching the state that mine was in. At 2:29 in the morning I was finally getting out of work.

“Hey Lisa, what’s up?” I said as I stopped walking and stood behind the trunk of the car. I opened my car trunk using my key and began taking off the top of my scrub to wear the hoodie I had in there. The feeling of scrubs whilst I drove made me feel irritated, so comfortable thermal hoodies were the way to go for me.

“So, Luke wants to do dinner-” she paused as she waited for me to pull the hoodie over my head, “- with his work friends.” She finished as I was pulling my hair out of my hoodie.

“WHAT?” I whispered yelled at her as my eyes became wide and I raised my hand to pull down the trunk of the car.

“Is it getting serious?” I asked as my back leaned on the trunk of the car and I bent down on the ground to pick up my purse at the foot of my leg.

“Maybe? Kinda-” she said confused as she tried to figure out the answer she felt was right.

“Awwww…it's adorable that he wants you to meet his friends,” I said “..in a way in law enforcement the people that they work with become family, sooooo I guess maybe scout out a brother-in-law for me.” I said teasing her.

“You are not helping,” groaned Lisa as she put her hands on top of her face.

“My intention was not to help,” I said as I took my hair out of the professional pony-tail it was in and let it fall down on my back in a weird shape.

“You’re heartless demeanour makes me wonder if you’re a cardiologist so you could feel other’s heartbeat,” Lisa exasperated as she eyed me with a glint of annoyance in her eyes but also pride with her retort.

“Didn’t you say Luke was a profiler? As in he catches serial killers by psychoanalysing them and creating patterns from that?” I asked rhetorically. 

“Yes,” she said and I began to grin, “He is not rubbing off on me,” she whined as my mouth resembled that of a Cheshire cat.

“Whatever you say, Dr. Douglas.” I whispered.

“Anyways, I wanted you to come with me. Sort of like moral support.” Lisa asked as she had a pleading puppy face.

“Wouldn’t that be weird?” I asked a very obvious question. A stranger at a party with other strangers would just make everything strange.

“No, not really. You know Phil right?” she asked and I nodded yes in response. “Well I asked him to make you his date for my sake and he said yes.” 

“Oh,” I said now feeling weird that Phil is okay with the idea of taking me on a date, “He doesn’t like me like that, right?” I questioned as I felt the back of neck hair standing due to anxiety.

“No he doesn't. He just considers you a good friend and he understood my predicament and decided to be a generous friend,” she said to calm the obvious nerves that had accumulated in my stomach.

“Okay,” I sighed out. “Is there a dress code?” I asked.

“It's a cocktail party at Agent Rossi’s house, so formal cocktail but not too much. They are celebrating bringing down a cult for context,” she said as she began fishing for something in her bag. 

“Here,” she said as she handed me a piece of paper that had words written in a hast. “It’s the date, time and address of the huge mansion where this event is being held.” 

“So should I be subtly looking for a sugar daddy?” I asked Lisa with a grin on my face as this felt amusing to me. 

“No no, Rossi has a more mature taste,” she said in a matter fact voice, “although if you play your cards right you could possibly steal a dance from him.” 

“So.. sexy yet modest black dress matched with diamonds,” I thought out loud.

“Yes, very classical and convenient for when you inevitably decide to go to the club and get shitfaced drunk.” Summed up Lisa at my obvious plan. 

“Well, I guess I will see you in a day’s time,” I said as I approached Lisa in a hug and patted her back whilst saying “ so forget I exist for the next 18 hours,” with a smile on my face.

“Bye Y/N. See you tomorrow,” waved Lisa as she began walking towards the car that was parked a few feet in the front.

Getting into the driver’s seat of my burgundy 2015 dodge hellcat, I started the engine and felt my body begin to tingle. I was excited to sleep after being awake for 22 hours due to the strenuous nature of my work. My work was a good twenty minutes away from the apartment I lived in. 

Deciding to call my father who lived in Sacramento, California, I knew he was just returning home from out of state. I called his cell once, twice, and a third time but I still didn’t get an answer. Unfortunately I rolled my eyes as I knew what was happening. His wife was probably around which meant that he couldn’t talk to me. 

Pulling out of the car parking lot I saw that Lisa’s car had already left. For some reason the excitement of falling asleep was filled with despair of being alone. All by myself. I could have called my mother but a brutal fight when I was 18 had severed our relationship. We hardly talked, she hardly acknowledged my existence and I did the same to her. 

Taking a deep breath I felt the familiar gurgles of my stomach, signalling that it was hungry. Whenever I got sad or real about my life, I got severely hungry. It was my comfort and it was my coping mechanism. 

Pizza!

Stuffed Crust Pizza!

Calzones!

Cheese and BREAD!

The only thoughts that were running in my sad and hungry head. Deciding to look up a 24-hour pizza joint I asked Siri to do just that. But only a pub that was open till 5am was my only option. Deciding on a BBQ chicken flatbread and garlic knots along with their mozzarella + 5 cheese stuffed calzones with chicken and pineapple. The person taking my order said that it would take them 20 minutes and I was already 10 minutes into my drive. 

Not wanting to wait in my car for 10 minutes I decided to stop by a McDonalds to grab some ice-cream, one large coke with no ice, and a hot chocolate with caramel. Looking at the time on the screen of the car's dashboard, it read 2:59am which meant that I had another 6-7 minutes give or take. 

Still feeling too tired to just sit in my car I decided to throw my hair in a bun that just so happened to be messy. Touching up on my lip with a lip-balm and my cheeks with some blush, I stepped out of my car. Making sure to grab my phone and my car keys.

Walking inside the pub I saw that some people were playing pool, darts, or watching a rerun of some football game. The bartender was a middle-aged blonde woman with tattoo’s. The nametag read that she is the manager and her name is Boyce.

“What can I get for you hun?” She said as she was counting the money a man had just given her.

“I’ll take a scotch” I said “neat, please” I added as I sat down on the bar stool. 

“You’re not going to operate heavy machinery right?” She said as she cocked eyebrow up, whilst pouring me the whiskey in a clean glass. 

“Not for more than 5 minutes,” I said with the kindest voice and an innocent look gracing my tired face. 

“Oh, you live close to here?” She said amused, as she passed me my drink.

“Yea it’s a 15 minute walk here from my apartments,” I said as I threw my head back and downed the burning and horrid liquid. 

“Oh fuck” I said my face contorting in distaste as I slammed the glass back down.

“I forgot this wasn’t tequila,” I said my face still contorted from the shock and taste of the malt substance.

“You’re a funny thing, aren’t you?” She said as she stopped her work to take a moment to appreciate my foolishness. 

“Only when I’ve had five hours sleep and it was close to 26 hours ago” I said as I slowly coughed, not wanting to seem like a bigger tool. 

“I have an order, it might be ready by now,” I said as I stared at the empty glass. Pondering at the idea of food and sleep.

“Sure, flatbread, calzones, and garlic knots?” She asked as she read something from the screen in front of her.

“Yes that’s it, plus the shot of scotch” I reminded Boyce. 

“Yea a shot was right,” She said as she began ringing me up.

“$68.98 will be your total, sweetie” she said as she turned around to pick up my food to hand it to me. I handed her an even $80 and said the rest was her tip. She chuckled and said the drink was getting to me and I just smiled and whispered a bye as I headed out.

I felt a small hue of pink forming on my cheeks. A sign for how much impact social interactions have on my introverted, tired, and fairly one-shot of scotch self. My knees and thighs were warm against the bag of food. 

In a few seconds I was inside the car, the roar of the engine coming back to life once again. I put the food on the passenger seat beside me and began pulling out of the parking lot to head towards the direction of my apartment that was two traffic lights and one left turn away.

As I was driving towards the gated apartment that I resided in I saw the clock that read 3:15am. Feeling even more tired at the realisation of the long hours that I had just pulled, I pressed the play icon on the cold screen of my very hot car. 

Cash Cash on my dick, I like Givenchy 

All those fake hoes told me no but now they chasin’ me 

Cash Cash on my dick, I like Givenchy

Got this shit on lock like penitentiary,

The dirty lyrics of Bow by Reyn Hartley filled the air inside my car. The subtle rumble from his voice that added bass to my speakers made the song come to life. Even though the lyrics were degrading women and boasting about men, I couldn’t help the way I felt about the song.

Actually that’s a lie. 

I love how in my head I personify myself as a woman who transcends into a men’s person so I can relate to this song. Be the purpose of this music. Be the reason for a feeling. 

As the song came to an end my apartment came into view. Going into my designated parking spot labelled 7. As I was about to get out of my car I decided to gather my things around the car to limit the amount of time I have to spend outside of my car gathering my needed belongings in the cold. 

Let’s see. 

One hand will carry the food and the hot chocolate. 

The other hand will carry soda and my purse and my keys. 

Perfect!

With that thought I began gathering the respective items to it’s the correct hand. I began opening my car doors to exit the frozen tundra my car had become in the three minutes it was parked.

The brisk walk to my apartment door was quiet. That’s what happens at 3:30am in the morning. 

Not a soul nor a body.

Just a mind fueled with thoughts conspired by the darkness of the sky and the light showered by the moon. 

In this moment nothing was perfect but everything was so serene it felt like a painting.

I was struggling a bit to open my door, but I quickly placed my drink and my food on the floor so I could open the door much more easily. 

With a sigh of relief I felt happier knowing my home was open and I quickly basked in the comfort of minimal clothing and delicious food. Grabbing my things from the floor I quickly walked inside my apartment. The familiar smell of vanilla and sex indulged my senses. 

Squirt does smell like sex

My thoughts pointed out to me. Living as a single female on the other side of the country had its challenges. Not having the comfort of a home cooked meal was one of the challenges. 

The other was love life. Although this depends on your own view. For some people finding people to hangout with is difficult. And it was the same for me until I came to a realisation.

I didn’t want friendship. I am nice, I help people out when they are in a difficult spot, and I am always polite to everyone. I have “friends”. 

Friends I didn’t want but had. 

What I wanted was skin igniting, drunk on eachother, hardcore sex. I did get hardcore sex from the men in Washington. I just didn’t get that feeling that comes with just needing to have them inside you. Being in the same room as them makes your cheeks turn red and your breath heavy, just as how you would’ve looked when you were cumming on their cock deep inside. 

Many of the men that I hook up in the bar tend to be muscular with tattoo and roughhousing type of men. The men who look like the description of a gangster erotica novel. 

Growing up I exposed myself to Nikita Gil’s poetry about bad boys. The morally grey character in a perfect world who will ruin the reality for your own sake. I assumed that maybe if the muscle and the tattoo fits, so will the sex.

But it didn't. The sex wasn’t bad, but they couldn’t make my body convulse like I could with my finger on my clit and a vibertor inside my hole.

Deciding to quickly change out of the clothes I am wearing, I headed into my room to grab my black and white chequered pyjama pants along with an oversized navy blue sweatshirt that I thrifted. It had a logo of the local police department's soccer group and I felt it would let any potential kidnappers/ killers/ muggers/ rapists get the idea I have a connection to the local police department. 

Turning on the T.V I played the current series I was watching, well more like rewatching. Supernatural.

In this series Castiel had joined the dynamic duo of brothers and was helping them on a case. Walking towards the kitchen that was conveniently in the same space as my living room, I began opening the food and bringing it out to my coffee table. Grabbing my drinks last I sat down on my couch and took a sip of the coke and bit out of the calzone.

It tasted so delicious. The taste of the shredded chicken mixed with the sweetness of the pineapple and the spiciness of the jalapeno was such a treat to my tastebuds. The cheesy texture added more of a chew to the bite. 

After eating half the calzone I took some bite of the BBQ flatbread and realised it tasted perfect but my stomach was after the calzone. So I decided to finish my soda, my calzone, and treat myself to some garlic knots and a delicious cup of hot caramel chocolate from McD’s. 

Looking at the sleek golden clock hanging on top of the T.V, it read 4:30am. The tiredness washed over my body. Deciding to just sleep on my couch I set an alarm for 2pm, and began to doze off to the sounds coming from my screen. I grabbed the chunky crochet blanket off the ledge of my couch and draped it over my sleeping body.

Chapter 2

[soranotfound]

I’m back from a very long break..life stuff happened, but I’m glad to be back accepting more requests!

Please look at my rules before requesting! Forgive me for all the tags TAT

[kazzle-dazzles-side-eyes]

House and Cuddy.

Luke and Lorelai.

Ross and Rachel.

What is similar? Took a long time to start dating. DAMN IT.

[traumatrios]

her eyes invite you to approach

pairing … luke castellan x daughter of ares!reader

word count … 1.5k

warnings … vv suggestive, alcohol, luke is a perv, but it’s ok bc you are too 😊, not proofread

a/n … this chapters songs are: no1 party anthem by arctic monkeys and eyes without a face by billy idol

They were glowing, despite the dark brown hue that adorned his iris’. Luke’s eyes drew you in, halting the search for your sister your own eyes had been intent on finding.

The tool shed was used most often as a hotspot for parties instead of its intended use of holding tools for the strawberry fields and weapons for friendly games. The decorations of axes and spears settle a comfort in your body.

But those eyes; the way they had been fixated on you. They’d been staring at you for so long you began to feel the phantom pain of burning on your face. The muscles in your body tensed when they began to enlarge. You realize it’s because he was moving closer to you.

Sure, you were used to stares and pointed looks from other campers, it was a frequent response to your parentage. Being an Ares kid automatically meant you weren’t going to have many friends outside of your cabin. Your father’s reputation preceded you too much to not intimidate anyone.

But it didn’t seem to work on Luke Castellan. In fact, he was intimidating you. This is what he was known for; his daunting smirks and undeniable charm. It was no wonder he was the son of Hermes. But people knew better than to connect the dots to his face.

Soon enough, the tips of his worn black converse and your pointed boots were touching, as he nearly teleported in front of you. You were too lost in the clouds of your thoughts to pay attention to his stealthy path towards you.

“Luke,” you greeted, a friendly smile at-first-glance painted across your face. The fire that fueled the beating of your heart and the flow of your veins hidden behind the deep tint of your lips. 

The sound of your name coming from his lips already caused a ripple of nerves to weaken in your thighs. “I saw your sister walk out with my brother a couple minutes ago.”

You shrugged, adding more product to the pre-existent lip marks on your cup as the liquid trailed a burning sensation down your throat. “Unsurprising, they can’t keep their hands off of each other for more than 15 minutes.”

A cash register ding sounded in your mind as you began daydreaming about the smooth surface of 20 bucks being smacked into the palm of your hand when Clarisse realizes you won your bet. 

“You won’t be able to last 15 minutes in that shed,” you remember your remark to Clarisse a few hours before the party. 

“Wanna bet?” she commenced your inevitable win. “Only if you wanna lose, Lisa,” a shit eating smirk spread across your lips as your fingers curled around the other’s palm in a handshake. 

“Gods, stop calling me that!”

Luke’s laugh rumbled through his throat and touched every corner of the contained space and brought you back to the present. It made you realize how small the shed was. A chill ran down your spine.

Your eyes began to travel down the veins that bulge under the skin of his arm, disappearing behind the dark denim of his jean pockets. The other hand was clasped around the rim of his red solo cup. You realized this was the closest you all would get to regular teenagers. 

“I haven’t seen you in the arena recently, finally scared of me?” Luke tested, pulling your gaze from his arm. You tilted your head at his assumption.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been too busy having a life. Why, you miss me?” The comment causes a blush to adorn both of your faces, though you believe his was much deeper— it was pretty dark.

“Just miss beating you, s’all,” his voice quieted down to an intimate volume. And from the mere distance (or lack of), you knew it was one only you and him could hear. 

“Uh-huh,” you rolled your eyes playfully. The leather of your jacket sleeves rubbed against one another when you crossed them, peeling your eyes away from him to spectate the party. It was a weird combination— your cabin (Ares), the Dionysus twins (whom you could identify by their pale blonde curls), a gaggle of Aphrodite girls in the corner seducing a poor Hephaestus kid, a couple Hermes kids (including Luke) and you could’ve sworn you saw a few Athena kids rolling blunts through the window to outside.

Luke followed your gaze, the indistinct yet noisy conversations filling the air between your two. Then, he looked back at you. His attentive eyes swallowed in the sight of your dazzling vanity. He could see glitter shimmering on your eyelids and a few strands of silver tinsel blending into the texture of your hair. Your legs were bare, pressing together as the cold winter wind managed to slip between the wooden walls of the shed and torment your skin with goosebumps. 

He imagined what his hands would look like gripping the skin.

Your leather jacket (covering what he wanted most to see) was black and worn at the elbows from your extensive use. He can recall every time he’s seen you wear it; the quick descent from stiff, shiny leather to its now dull and scruffed material. Luke’s eyes trailed back up to your face, but not before tracking across the supple and pure skin of your neck. 

“Y’sure you aren’t a child of Aphrodite?” His voice startled your head to whip back to his, nearly knocking your noses together from how close his face had gotten to yours during your people watching. 

When it registered, the compliment sent heat to your cheeks despite the feelings you had towards the cabin. 

You didn’t mean to be stereotypical but they were serpents wrapped in pink bows and itchy glitter. Don’t let the compact mirrors eclipse their strategy for trapping others. Your mind flashes back to the time an Aphrodite kid legitimately caught you upside down with a rope rubbing against your ankle and the other end tied to the thin limb of a tree. Their giggles echo in your ears. 

“No. I’m not,” your response is cold, causing the short conversation to fall flat. Luke raises his eyebrows at the bite in your voice, pressing his lips to the cusp of his drink to hide the amused smirk that spread across them. “I know you have a certain bond with them, though.”

Luke scoffed at the dig. Yes, he had a reputation with a few (multiple) girls at camp, but that wasn’t a big deal. You try putting a hundred kids together in a confined camp and see what happens. 

“Sounds to me like someone’s jealous.”

Oh please, he was just trying to rile you up at this point. Your eyelids fell to shoot him a (hopefully) menacing side eye, only being met with a prideful grin and his wiggling eyebrows. He followed it with, “Am I right, spitfire?” 

The nickname made the hairs on the back of your neck stand and the, once cold, feeling of your bare skin melt into a flustered heat. He knew just from the near-petrified look on your face that it would live on forever between you two. 

“Nooo,” you drew out, scrunching your nose in spite of the boy. Tilting the red plastic, you funneled the rest of your drink into your mouth. shuffling your feet across the dusty floor of the shed to crush your plastic cup and throw it into the garbage, feeling Luke’s burning gaze melt into your frame (and how the thin fabric of the tank top underneath your jacket pinched against your tits). Luke licked his lips, seeing how the peaks of your nipples poked through the fabric. 

“Uh-huh,” he mocked your attitude from earlier in the night, causing an irresistible smile to break across your face as you hit his chest in reprimand. He caught your hand in his before it could fall back to your side, pulling your bodies together. His breath fanned across your face, the tingling smell of beer (courtesy of the Stoll brothers’ sneaky escape from camp) and minty toothpaste filling your senses. You could swear your senses detected the slight aroma of cherry chapstick as well. 

You admit it, you wanted to kiss him.

“You know it’s true, spitfire,” it was as if he’d read your mind, “you want me.” His voice was hypnotizing, you weren't sure if that’s what made the statement true or your honest feelings towards the boy. “And what if I do?” you pointed an eyebrow up, your eyes staggering around his face until they had nowhere else to go but his eyes– where he was already looking into yours.

He didn’t say anything else, only jerking his head towards the exit of the shed and provoking a nod from your side of your shared bubble. With Luke’s hand on the small of your back guiding you through the crowd, you realized you had been another victim of Luke Castellan’s charm.

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yourinstagram | new piercings & tattoo 🦈 sharks are my absolute favorite

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jackhughes how were you so calm throughout this process? i got a tiny one and it hurt so much 😫  | yourinstagram i have a higher pain tolerance than you, obviously 😉  | lhughes_06 he cried like a little girl and it was hilarious 😂  | jackhughes i'll admit that i did in fact cry but i definitely did not cry like a little girl, luke  | _quinnhughes luke that was you

_quinnhughes and now we have 3 matching ones 🦈🍀

user12 so much pain tolerance 😊

elblue6 love the piercings, darling 😊

tdemko30 glad to see you took my piercing suggestions

jamie.drysdale baby shark 😏  | yourinstagram no ✋🏻

user13 jack has another tattoo?!?  | user06 what is it?  | user13 no idea yet but hopefully someone gives us some inside information  | yourinstagram it’s 4 letters, one for his name, one for my name and one for both luke and quinn 👍🏻

trevorzegras we need to get a tattoo together now 😔  | yourinstagram come visit and we can 😊  | trevorzegras got the next flight out 😏

user11 the way you have these boys just wrapped around your finger is amazing 🤩

rutgermcgroarty thanks for inviting me to witness luke cry like a baby 😂  | yourinstagram anytime 😏

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yourinstagram | for the boys that are my star, my moon and my sun ⭐️🌙☀️  tagged: lhughes_06, _quinnhughes, jackhughes

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jackhughes ☀️

_quinnhughes 🌙

lhughes_06 ⭐️

bboeser loving this

user16 a beautiful tattoo with a beautiful meaning behind it ❤️

tdemko30 awe you got the one i suggested 😊

jamie.drysdale such a sweet one

trevorzegras i love this but obviously not as much as our matching one 😉

elblue6 we have the same sun, star and moon 😊

_eliaspettersson ☀️🌙⭐️

jackhughes this was such a surprise but i am so honored to be your sun ☀️❤️

rutgermcgroarty perfect tattoo

user07 these boys really are your whole world aren’t they?  | yourinstagram absolutely 💕

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trevorzegras | while not my sister in the ‘traditional’ sense, y/n is my sister in every aspect of life. don't know where i'd be without her honestly 😊❤️  tagged: yourinstagram

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yourinstagram prison probably 🙄  | yourinstagram just kidding, obviously. love you trev 😊

user13 love this sibling dynamic between you two

jamie.drysdale the tattoos represent you two so much  | yourinstagram i know right? trevor picked them out  | jamie.drysdale knew he had some taste 😏

lhughes_06 not even real siblings but y’all fight like it 😊  | jackhughes it’s the same for me and y/n too  | yourinstagram i fight with everyone 😄  | lhughes_06 not me 😊  | _quinnhughes you don’t fight with me 😃

_quinnhughes the perfect tattoo 😊

user01 bart and lisa are iconic siblings but certainly not as iconic as y/n & trevor 😂

jackhughes absolutely love this tattoo

user16 a guy and girl CAN be friends. it really is possible 😮  | trevorzegras surprising isn’t it? 😂  | yourinstagram i love trevor a lot but he is definitely ONLY my friend 👍🏻  | trevorzegras best friend*  | yourinstagram pushing your luck, bud ✋🏻

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Kaoru

Honey-Senpai

Mori

Gravity Falls

Dipper Pines

Mabel Pines

Grunkle Stan

Stanford

Wendy

Soos

School Bus Graveyard

Ashlyn Banner

Aiden Clark

Ben Clark

Tyler Hernandez

Taylor Hernandez

Logan Fields

The Night and It's Moon

Nox

Amaris

----- (This is my own little series I've dreamed up. Requests are accepted and encouraged. I need help creating the title name, though. So after a few chapters, I'll need recommendations. Here are the characters so far.)

Enid Wright

Rubi Lawrence

Selene Aedes

Liam Hernandez

Aries Deam

Tyler Aedes

Sammy Deam

That's all for the moment. I'll be writing x readers, smuts, etc. Please request something soon! Thanks for reading this far!

[ptolomia]

Can you write a luke x bau reader , where Luke is inlove with reader but is in a relationship with Lisa because he think she doesn’t love him back. Reader obviously heartbroken he’s taken and rants to Penelope about her feelings and luke hears.

She laughs like you

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Fem!BAU!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mutual Pining, Open ending, Reader has outstanding morals.

In fact, it was one of the first things Luke had noticed about Lisa. The way her breaths came and her chuckles struck as melodiously as yours. The way her lips twisted in the same direction yours would. He almost felt guilty as the days passed and her face slowly morphed into an image of you.

He thought he could bear it, find happiness in the way her laugh wasn’t quite yours, her smile wasn’t as crooked and chaotic. Her breaths didn’t come the same way, her joy wasn’t as pure. Still, Luke bore it, he smiled, laughed, planted kisses on her skin all while he searched for fragments of you in her soul.

You, on the other hand, could not bear it any more than he could. The outward appearance of bliss had clouded their image. You spent nights sleepless, searching for echoes of him in your dreams. Watching his frenzied journey to make his home hers, to embed his dreams into her heart. You felt your soul break apart.

Until one day the flow of your sanity had finally run dry. You had just arrived at your desk, prepared to tackle the mountain of paperwork that stood atop your desk until the sound of Matt and Luke’s conversation began to surround you. You listened as he eagerly spoke about her. The way he could barely contain his chuckles as he spoke, the way his cheeks flushed as Matt teased him relentlessly. You couldn’t do it anymore.

Standing up, you shuffled to Penelope’s office almost immediately. Barely shutting the door behind you as you hyperventilated. “What’s wrong sugar-” She was cut off by the way you collapsed into her arms.

“Pen, I can’t do it anymore,” you sobbed the words barely escaping. “I-I can’t smile and pretend to be happy for them anymore. I love him Pen! I don’t know how much more I can take before I go insane! I wish more than anything that I could swallow my feelings and be happy for him but the pain is eating me alive.”

She was speechless, instead of speaking she planted her hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair to ease your pain. “I know sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” she whispered.

Luke didn’t mean to eavesdrop, in fact he just wanted to know what was wrong. His heart hurt just thinking about you in pain, he foolishly followed you to Garcia’s office, only meaning to offer help. He hadnt expected that you of all people would feel so strongly about him. He was shell shocked, he was unable to move, or breathe, heck he couldn’t even knock. She just stood outside Penelope’s door listening to his head break as your sobs slowed.

“Stay there, sugar, I’ll go fetch you some coffee for your nerves.” She said, standing as you grasped your chest, finally beginning to calm down. Until you hear Penelope cuss.

“What the fuck?” She says, as you turn your chair swiftly. Your face dropped at the sight of Luke standing outside her door. When did he get there? Did he hear all that? You’re palpitating again, holding your head in you hands as you prepare to cry again. He breathes out your name, practically running to you after Garcia tells you two to talk.

“What do you want, Luke? Do you want to chew me out? To chastise me?” you say, your eyes stinging from all the tears. “Please, just listen?” he begs you.

“Listen, I know I have no right to say this to you but for what it’s worth, I love you.” He says shakily, barely mustering the courage to continue. “I chose Lisa because she reminded me of you. Because her laughs, he’s smiles, the way she speaks all remind me of you.” He laughs humourlessly. “I know that sounds awful but it’s true, I learned to love her because I love you.” You watched as a single tear fell from his eye. “So please, give me a chance, let me finally love you.” You couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

You didn’t understand what compelled you to giggle maniacally but you did. “Are you serious?” You ask rhetorically. Watching as his pain became embarrassment “You’re right about one thing, you do have no reason to say this to me.” Your giggles finally seize. “I do love you Luke but I deserve more, fuck, Lisa deserves more.” You say, clearing your throat. “If you loved me you would’ve chosen me, not someone who acts or sounds like me. You would choose me!” you were practically yelling at this point, “Let me make this very clear, I love you, but I don’t love you enough to hurt Lisa. I may not be her friend but I’m not her enemy either. You’ll leave us both alone, and you’ll come clean.” Shaking your head you finally look him in the eye. “Give us peace, heal, and then come and find me.” You walk to the door and Slam in behind you.

God, did you just do that?

[okimargarvez]

Other gif sets

[agentem]

Marvel nerds: is the Jessica Jones "crime novel" by Lisa Jewell any good?

I used to read Marvel novelizations. I met Black Widow for the first time in a Wolverine book (because I was more of an X-Men girlie as a kid).

But I was let down by the Black Widow novels and haven't gotten one since.

I see from the synopsis that she is "on-again, off-again" with Luke Cage (boo) so that means no Danielle. I'd read anything with Danielle. But how much Luke Cage are we talking?

ETA: no wait, I lie. I read the Gamora and Nebula book. Because sisters are important.

[obey-me-hoe]

Asmodeus as songs from my comfort playlist:

*Disclaimer: my criteria for this was all over the place. Some are because of the lyrics, some are based on vibes, and some my brain just said choose that one 😬 (all the OM! songs are in the playlist too but obviously they don't count)

(This song gives vibes of "I'm cute I can do whatever I want" which definitely fits Asmo. I could see him becoming a sugar baby. He's still gonna work hard on stuff he likes though but only when he wants to and not bc he has to)

(He's the IT girl. What else do you need to know. Pretty self explanatory if you listen to it)

(He literally charms people so it fits. I could see him giving someone a lap dance to parts of this song especially if he slowed it down)

(The lyrics talk about wanting to be loved and especially by one specific person which I feel like fits Asmo generally and specifically with MC)

(If Asmo were to get pissy he'd definitely start saying stuff like in the song. Sometimes he gets in really lusty moods and needs to let it out somehow)

(I feel like this song's vibe shows what Asmo's softer side would be like. Man's is a lover. Also it's cute just like him)

(I feel like this song represents Asmo's struggle to accept his new reality after falling and how MC came into his life and helped him through it which made him love them more)

(This feels like Asmo talking to any of his lovers except MC bc he'd be more upset over MC leaving)

(This sounds like a song Asmo would dance to while wearing a feather boa. It's a mix of cute and sexy like him)

(This song's vibes remind me of Asmo when he's being cute, sweet, and lovey especially with MC)

Combined OM! Playlist

Asmodeus Playlist

Other versions:

Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Beel, Belphie, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Luke & Raphael, Mephisto & Thirteen

[kizzyedgelll]

Hi, everyone! Welcome to my 27th shoutout series! I've already explained it here, but this series consist of me praising content creators and showing my favorite creations every week month.

Under the cut are my favorite creations from april:

Barbie from Barbie (2023) gifset by @thejingshi

Adelaide Wilson from Us gifset by @vampirecorleone (horror tw)

Everything Everywhere All At Once gifset by @kizzys

Pedro Pascal design by @pedrorascal (check also fanna's redbubble store and ko.fi)

Lisa Frankenstein gifset by @chappelroans

Star Wars gifset by @deadpoets

Lady Rufous Hummingbird artwork by @seathernycolors

Ghibli + summer gifset by @bisexualsfromouterspace

Glee gifset by @cobbbvanth

Stranger Things gifset by @lucassinclaer

Beyoncé gifset by @allupinyourminds (flashing tw)

RWRB artwork by @tenjoura

Monster gifset by @shesnake

Poor Things gifset by @buffysummers (blood tw)

Peggy Carter from MCU gifset by @userpeggycarter

Various films gifset by @rosamndpike

Poor Things gifset by @firstapo (nsfw-ish)

EEAAO gifset by @maddiebuckley

Santana from Glee gifset by @michaun

Spirited Away x Howl's Moving Castle gifset by @divineandmajesticinone (blood tw)

Kim Possible artwork by @creatorping

Baby cow painting by @emimoopaints

Anastasia gifset by @luke-skywalkrs

Jujutsu Kaisen artwork by @sidekcks

PJO series gifset by @tigris-snows

The Bear graphic by @drrav3nb

Portrait of a Lady on Fire gifset by @binariesuns

[elvisabutler]

i think there's still a few hours left for your gala, right?? 👁 if so, id like to request 💻 the angst prompt "no, im actually not ok," w austin.. maybe some h/c after the oscars? 🥺🙏

i don't know what i'm feeling

fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: g, t if you really squint. pairing: austin butler x gender neutral reader word count: 802 warnings: austin being sad post oscars. talk about the oscars. talk about the whale. author’s note: thank you anon and you were right i did have a few more hours when you sent this to me and was hoping someone would allow me the chance to do a hurt and comfort with this. full disclosure to everyone, i said it once before, if austin was going to lose to anyone, i did want it to be brendan because i was iffy on colin. however, i despise of the whale as a movie- and truly wish brendan had won for literally anything else. so do not take anything i have austin say as my own opinion on the movie itself. i hate it. this is for my 1k gala with the angst prompt of “no, i’m actually not ok.” and saints preserve me i'll live in my universe where i made this boy drunkenly say to his girl some nasty sexy things post oscar. also i'm not the biggest fan of this but i can't tell if that's purely because i'm in my own head about it or not. still hope you enjoy. also i didn't mess up my word count for the third time in all my gala pieces, what are you talking about.

It's an honor to be nominated. It's an honor to be put in the same league as actors who've been in the business for decades. It's an honor to be nominated along someone who's going to grow with him in their crafts. If he was going to lose to anyone everyone had said it was going to be him or Brendan and damn if he didn't think the man deserved it. The Whale was tough to watch but it was good- it was the sort of thing that earned an actor their Oscar. He shouldn't be- He shouldn't be feeling the way he does. Bill didn't get a single award all season and Colin went from a frontrunner with him to the afterthought along with Paul.

He can't even talk about this with Barry because it was always Ke's one to lose and he wasn't going to. Maybe Angela- but hadn't hers been wrapped in the grief from losing Chadwick. He still can't believe he heard Samuel L Jackson make a noise for him of all people behind him. He should be happy, this is the start of him finally making a difference. Making his fans proud and happy for him like Elvis. Making his mom proud that all her work wasn't for nothing. Making Lisa and Priscilla proud wasn't for nothing but why does he feel as if it was in this moment. Why is his brain just telling him this is how it starts? He'll have this whirlwind of three years and then three projects back to back to back only to have nothing afterward. Angela feels him tense a little- she must have because she looks at him and squeezes his hand once again before nodding over to you.

You- you can help ease his mind, once you're in the car he'll talk to you, whisper in your ear how this was not how he thought this night would go. His eyes meet yours and you smile gently before shrugging a little. He watches your lips mouth "love you" before he focuses on the last of the awards. It's a bit of organized chaos leaving the theater and it almost seems as if there's just an Elvis line of people walking around hand in hand like a bunch of kindergarteners before Austin and you finally get into a car and you squeeze his hand. "You okay?"

If it was anyone else, if it was Baz or Liv or Catherine or Kelvin or Luke- if it was anyone he'd lie. But you deserve the truth in a way that very few people do in this circumstance. "No, I'm actually not. I- I don't even know what I'm feeling. I'm mad but I shouldn't. I was nominated for an Oscar. I used to dream about this. I almost won an Oscar!"

"You have a Golden Globe! And a BAFTA!" You remind him, your voice matching his in volume before your hand moves to cup his cheek. There's a wet bit that you brush away with your thumb. "You're allowed to feel something, Austin. It doesn't make you a bad person or take away from Brendan's win because I know you, I know we're going to go the party and you're gonna see him and he's gonna give you a big dad hug and you're gonna gush. And you're gonna bounce up and down with Ke and make sure Baz doesn't drink too much because Catherine asked you too."

The laugh that bubbles up from him is wet sounding, covered in unshed tears as he sniffles. "Forgot how I'm gonna tell Luke about Polly making me do some moves for party tricks. And how Kelvin is going to remind me to-"

"Chill out?" You finish like that's actually what Austin was going to say before he shakes his head, allowing himself to just rest his head in your hand.

"Something like that. I just thought- I let my hopes get up." Austin whispers and you frown.

"No one blames you for that, you know. I don't. Tell you what. When we get to the party, how about we just sit in the car for a little bit until you calm down. And then when we get there, we just relax. Just for a little bit until you stop hurting so much. I'll shoo away the cameras with my charm." Austin raises an eyebrow knowing that isn't always how things go with you and him.

"Yeah? No fighting that'll get us both in trouble?"

"Pinky swear." You hold out your pinky as you move to kiss Austin. "Now, how about we focus on our plans for after tonight. I believe someone promised me a vacation?"

Austin's answer is a hum before he gives you another kiss. "How do you feel about the mountains?"

[cinmngirlnfr]

Masterlist

Characters:

Edmund Pevensie

Billy Hargrove

Reese Wilkerson

Juan Borgia

Padme Amidala

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Dr. House

Dr. Remy Hadley

Dr. Lisa Cuddy

Dr. Lawrence Kutner

Benedict Bridgerton

Finnick Oddair

Karen Sirko

Young Coriolanus Snow

Lucy Gray

Carl Gallagher

Luke Skywalker

Anakin Skywalker

Han Solo

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Leia Organa

Faramir

Aragorn

Arwen

Eowyn

Frodo

Pippin

Celebrities:

Nikki Sixx

Colby Brock

Roger Taylor

Izzy Stradlin

Jimmy Page

Billie Joe Amstrong

Suki Waterhouse

Emilia Mernes

Stevie Nicks

Sabrina Carpenter

Ships:

Everlarck (Peeta x Katniss)

Lucy Gray x Snow

Finnick x Annie

Hinny (Harry x Ginny)

Polin (Penelope x Colin)

Padme x Anakin

Han x Leia