#luke x rosey

[rowdyluv]

Run to You - lh43 - timeless

summary: in which y/n’s first boyfriend is not a big fan of Luke and does one of the unspeakable acts to y/n. y/n needs luke.

warnings: TW! TW!: quick mentioning of significant other (almost) hitting other significant other, a lot of dialogue (I mean A LOT), soft luke, cursing, wrote this while half asleep and while at work sorry if it’s not my normal writing :(

word count: 1.7k

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time in life: senior year of high school

Rosey's heart raced as she walked down the sidewalk, her sneakers scraping against the concrete. Her thoughts were all jumbled up. She couldn’t understand what wrong and when it wrong. She was having the hardest time wrapping her mind around the fact Jason had just broke up with her. He was her first true boyfriend, and she thought he loved her. He said he loved her. Jason had given her a choice, him or Luke. She didn’t want to choose and she wouldn’t choose.

He lost his temper with her, his voice raised and eventually so did his hand.

Rosey dodged out of his reach just in time, if she hadn’t, his open hand would’ve connected across her cheek. Terrified of the man standing in front of her, she managed to blurt out a few words to him and charged right out his front door. Now she was walking toward the Hughes's house, struggling to keep herself composed.

Luke. She needed him now more than ever.

Jason lives two neighborhoods over from where her and Luke’s neighborhood is. It’s a quick drive from one place to the other, that is when you drive. Problem for Rosey is she was dropped at his place. Leaving her in a predicament of needing a ride home or to do exactly what she was.

Rosey didn't dare stop her trek, too paranoid Jason might be following her. She was approaching the Hughes’s house when she was brave enough to look behind her. Nothing. She slowed down enough to catch her breath. When she got close enough, she caught sight of Luke's figure through their living room window. Just the sight of him helped her relaxed. Jim and Ellen were out for the day with Quinn and Jack for one of their hockey games and she knew he'd be alone.

Rosey flung open the front door and raced into the house, slamming the door behind her. "Moosey!" she gasped, her voice echoing through the empty entry way. "Luke, I’m sorry for just barging in but I" Rosey couldn’t finish her sentence before her cries broke out as she entered the living room.

When she laid eyes on him and she knew she was safe in his presence, she couldn’t choke her emotions back any longer. Luke practically lunged off the couch, collecting her into his arms.

"Hey, sweet girl, what's wrong?" he asked, taking one of his hands to gently smooth across her hair. He paused halfway as she tensed then quickly relaxed.

"He..he almost smacked me," she sobbed, her voice breaking when she choked on her cries. "Jason, he just..” She paused, having to take a moment to catch her breath. “He got really upset with me when I told him I wouldn't stop being friends with you."

His eyes widened in disbelief. "He did what?" Luke’s question was rhetorical, he heard what she said to him, but he wanted to believe he didn’t though. He did his best to keep his tone even, he didn’t want to make anything worse.

"He was going to hit me, Moose.” She repeated, her face buried in Luke's hoodie. "He said I had to choose, him or you."

Luke's jaw tightened, the veins in his neck becoming more prominent. "That's such bullshit, Ro. Listen to me. You don’t have to choose.”

She didn’t say anything back to him, only squeezed his torso a little tighter and moved her head to where her forehead pressed against his chest so she was now staring at their feet.

Luke moved the two of them to sit down on the couch. He wanted to go over to Jason’s and take care of him, but his first priority was Rosey.

Rosey scooted closer to Luke leaning over onto his shoulder. In the most natural movement Luke moved her to where she was in his lap and he was cradling her close to him. “Listen, I'm here for you, no matter what. Always. The only person allowed to dictate who you are and aren’t friends with is you Rosey.”

"But he was my first boyfriend, and it isn’t fair.” Her body slouched in his arms, officially showing signs of being defeated.

Luke’s ears perked at the word was.

“What a way to ruin my outlook on relationships right?” If the way she entered the house wasn’t enough to shatter his heart the humorous laugh that just came out of her did for sure.

Luke started to rub her mid-thigh soothingly. “Ro, don’t let him ruin your view on relationships. Most people go through a shitty one, do you remember Mia? She basically killed me last summer, with how she chose to end things, but I got through it because I had you.”

Rosey scoffed at him, for the first time since the two had moved to the couch she turned her head enough to look at him. “Yeah, but you’re you and well. I’m me. You could have literally anybody you wanted if you tried.”

“Except you’re wrong, I can’t have the one girl I truly want.” His mind was fighting his heart. He wanted to risk it all and spill his heart to her right then, but what happens when she doesn’t feel the same way.

Rosey sniffled and wiped her nose on her sleeve. "What, are you kidding me?" she asked, her voice still shaky and Luke shook his head. “Don’t worry about that right now, we’re focusing on you.” He pulled her back towards his body, his arms strong and steady around her. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, sweet girl.. I wish I could make it better." She buried her face in the side of neck. The feeling of her warm breath on his neck making it hard for him to steady his heartbeat.

“Do you need anything?” Luke asks her wanting to make sure he makes her as comfortable as possible.

She attempted to shake her head from where it laid on his shoulder. “I already have what I needed" Her voice trailed off as she tried to figure out how to say her next few words. “I came straight here because I needed you.”

“Needed me?” He asked incredulously.

“Yes. I know that you’re always going to be here for me whenever I need you and you make me feel safe.. Always.” Her words were soft spoken but said with such conviction he wasn’t sure what he was to do or say.

Luke’s heart rate had to be at an unnatural level. He had just been debating on whether or not he should go ahead and tell her why he couldn’t get the girl. And now the girl was telling him, he was ‘what’ she needed.

Was our relationship really just a friendship to her too? Or did she ever think of me as something more. Did Jason see whatever Jack and Quinn seemed to think they see all the time?

While Luke was reeling from everything that was going on in his mind, he hadn’t realized he had dropped out of the embrace that he had been holding her in. Rosey had removed herself from his and sunk into her self, playing with her fingernails worried that she’d said something.

“Luke?” She finally called out his name after a few minutes.

He cleared his throat, trying to pull himself to the present. “Yes, sweet girl?”

“You spaced out, look a bit terrified, and then you slipped away.. Did I say something wrong?

Luke remained silent, shifting his position on the couch.

“Oh.” Rosey’s picking, soon turned to hair twisting signifying the increase in anxiety. “I didn’t think it was a big deal to ne”

In one quick motion Luke was back in her personal space, Rosey was silenced by the shock of his sudden movement. He placed two fingers below her chin lifting her head to look up at him. Their eyes meet and a split second later their lips are connected.

Stunned, was an understatement of how she was feeling in that moment. Still she responded moving and wrapping hers arms around his neck, kissing him back. Luke moved back slightly, breaking their kiss almost as fast as he had initiated it. He placed a hand on her cheek to softly rub his thumb across her cheek. Rosey pulled him back to her. “It wasn’t long enough.” She whispered to him and brushes her lips back across his.

Luke pulled his body back. He pushes his hands through his hair and blows out a big breath.

“The girl Rosey. she’s you. I never wanted to say anything because I’d rather know I have you in my life securely one way than risk it all by admitting how I feel but I can’t sit here any longer.”

“Luke.” Reaching out to cup his cheek and giving him her soft smile.

“Just think if you had said something months ago, you could’ve been doing that any time you wanted to.” She teased him, pulling at his shirt to pull him to her. “Because, what if I told you that the feelings are mutual?” She was grinning at him, their faces inches apart, awaiting his reaction.

He looked at the girl who had his whole heart in the palm of her hands. The girl he’s had to suppress his feelings for by forcing himself to try to have feelings for other girls. The one girl he did have some feelings for, knew that he would never truly love anyone but Rosey.

“Rosey, I’m not joking.. so please.”

“Neither am l Moose. I never in a million decades thought I had a chance of being with you. So are we figuring this out or are you just never going to kiss me again?”

“Oh trust me. I’m definitely kissing you again, many many times again. But first we’re figuring out today’s situation, I am making sure you’re absolutely okay with what happened. I want to make sure that he’s taken care of too. He’s not getting away with nearly hitting you, and then we talk about us. You, your happiness, safety, everything about you has always been and will always be my first priority.” He kisses her forehead as he confirms her hopeful question. “I’m definitely going to get ‘I told you so’s from Jack and Quinn” He chuckled a bit.

“You? They’re going to tease me for crying to them about how I never stood a chance.

The two sunk into the couch cuddling into one another comfortably sitting in the silence that fell over them. Luke’s mind going over what to do about Jason, while Rosey’s had already moved on to thinking of what her and Luke’s time together would be like. Sometime after the two fell asleep cuddled up, nothing their families hadn’t seen before. Only somehow it’s as if Ellen just knew something had shifted between her two beloved babies.

[equallyshaw]

rutger mcgroarty x rose hughes au! | rut x rose au

summary: famed sister of the hughes brothers, decides to come home after spending 10 years in canada; representing canada and furthering her career in hockey. what happens when she shows up to the lake house after declaring her placement at college?

⚘ fics: rose comes out. rose decides to stay in canada. (throwback) rose decides to forgo team canada for wisconsin.

⚘ blurbs: when they first met. the first time they said i love you's. the first time they kissed. world jr's 2023, canada vs usa. rutger jealous of connor? the one where she gets arrested.

⚘ thoughts: about rose hughes! rose's relationship with her brothers + reactions to her coming out! rose + connor bedards friendship! rose + rutger. rose's career/timeline.

⚘ s media: the annoucement. connor's draft.

⚘ random: timeline! pictures that remind me of them. ⚘

[candied-boys]

Luke's POV x F! Reader - Part 3

Warning: Dark Content!

Including but not limited to references to prostitution, child neglect and abuse, war and death, PTSD, flashbacks, nightmares, suicidal ideation, and historically accurate ages for relations. The dark content is almost entirely drawn from/same as Luke's route.

Themes: protection, hurt and comfort, mutual healing, learning to trust, letting yourself feel, and eventually giving into love. Everything is written from Luke's POV.

Part 2

“I've never had cake before!” she beams back.

It stings more that you're not surprised by this than the fact she's never tried cake.

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“Luke! There you are! We heard you liked the girl at Rosey’s so much you took her home! Lucky son of a bitch! Where'd you get the money for that when we all work the same job?” one of your colleagues calls from across the room as you step in the building.

“Is that why you didn't show up to work yesterday? Too wrecked from all that fun?” another cackles, elbowing you in the ribs.

“Ah! You know he doesn't fuck and tell, mate. No point trying to wring it out of him,” a third one quips.

“Gonna bring her around sometime? Let us all have a go, eh?” the first jibes, the other two laughing as a few other men around the room join in and comment on what fun that would be.

It takes everything he ever taught you to keep calm and laugh it off while visions of murder dance in your head.

Y’ really shouldn't care ‘bout the shit they say, Luke.

Joke or not, it's not like she's important to y’.

In fact, she's completely useless.

Y’ only brought her back on a whim…

Right?

Right. The sooner she's on her way the better…

Despite reciting this internal monologue daily, you find yourself coming home earlier after work than before. You used to stay out and drink. Not that you particularly enjoyed the company of your colleagues, but keeping informed is essential to your mission and gossip is a good source.

More than anything, it was a distraction from the dark memories that haunt you at all waking and sleeping hours. But now you can talk with her, which is far more pleasant than forcing yourself to pay attention to your drunk comrades.

Especially so when the conversation is over a hot homemade meal. Though you didn't ask her to earn her food and shelter, she's taken to preparing dinner for the two of you every night. Her skills can't compete with yours, but she's also never seen most of the ingredients your pantry is stocked with.

You avoid the subject of her home life because you don't want to talk about yours, but you notice from the things she can and can't do that her childhood was similarly neglectful. Unlike you however, a deep seeded fear lurks in her cautious actions. One obviously instilled by years of abuse.

Because she thinks she doesn't deserve anything but such horrific treatment she's easy to spoil. After her feet healed, the first thing you did was take her to the cobbler. You made an apron and a coat for her not even a week after the kirtle. This time with a matching handbag.

Her apologetic and sheepish reactions to being given things of her own is gradually shifting to grateful smiles and thank yous. The brightest smile you've seen so far has to have been last night when she tried cake for the first time.

When you aren't off at clandestine anti-royalist rallies, most nights after dinner you've been teaching her to read and write so that she has something to keep herself occupied while you're at work. She struggles, but she's a bright enough girl that you know she'll be able to enjoy books soon. Most importantly, if she can read and write she'll be able to secure a good job and find a place to live where she can be free and safe.

For now, you've been working through a cookbook because the vocabulary is familiar and the instructions are short and simple. That's how you ended up baking cake with her late into the night.

“Wow!! This sounds so yummy!” she squeaks after successfully reading through the recipe.

“Nonnettes, huh? I remember they were popular where I grew up. Gingerbread spices, rye flour, honey, eggs, and jam. I think I have everythin’. You wanna try makin’ ‘em?”

“No, no! I don't want to bother you, Luke! I'm sorry I said anything! Please forget it!” she babbles, wide-eyed as she waves her hands dismissively.

“Stop it, Honey,” you chide and grab her wrists. “I suggested bakin’. If I didn't wanna do it, I wouldn't have offered. I love sweets and y’ know I'll eat everythin’ with honey in it. But more importantly, y’ need to learn that it's okay to ask for things y’ want.”

“Really? Are you sure it's not too much trouble…?” she queries hesitantly, shoulders curling up to her ears now that you've arrested her flailing arms.

“Yes. It'll be fun and we get to eat it all afterwards too!” you smile at the thought of fresh pastries.

“I've never had cake before!” she beams back.

It stings more that you're not surprised by this than the fact she's never tried cake.

“Do y’ like spiced things?” you ask knowing not everyone enjoys cinnamon and ginger.

“I don't know… We could never afford anything but salt…”

“Guess we'll find out then, won't we,” you smile and stand to fetch the ingredients from the pantry.

“I have lots of honey, but what kinna jam does the recipe call for?” you ask over your shoulder as you gather up little boxes of dried spices.

“It says or..or…”

“Orange?”

“Yes! Orange mar..ma..lade, or fruits like ap..ri..cot.”

“Oranges are for the bourgeoisie. Can't buy ‘em at market, so marmalade is out. I have black currant jam though.”

“Sounds delicious! We also need butter, rye, water and spices.”

While you measure out the spices, she warms the honey and butter to mix into the leavened rye dough you always have handy. In the days after you brought her here you picked up extra dishes and cutlery, so at least you have bowls to bake and eat with now.

With the jam tucked into the centre of each little cake you set them over the coals to bake, and return to her writing practice as the next hour or so passes. Though your eyes linger on the wobbly shape of her letters you aren't really seeing the ink. Teaching her basics like this reminds you of all the ways he looked after you.

You know he took special care of you to ensure you'd be a well-equipped pawn, but that doesn't change the fact that he did care for you. As manipulative and conniving as he is, he's gentle in some ways… and for better or worse, he did save your life.

If he saw me now, would he be disappointed?

Would he think me a fool for lookin’ after somebody so obviously worthless to my ambitions?

Would he think I've gone soft?

If he thought I'd lost my resolve, would he cut me down ‘cause I know too much?

Or would he be happy for me… like that time I told him I was getting along with the kids at the military academy…

“Luke? Luke!” she calls and waves her hand in front of your eyes.

Startling from your daydream you hum inquisitively.

“I think the nonnettes are done…”

There's a concerned look in her eyes when she tells you this, but you brush it off by ruffling her hair as you rise to fetch the baked goods. By the time you've each finished your first cake, her genuinely radiant smile has you enchanted and you've forgotten those worries.

Part 4

[fellulahh]

The Point of No Return - Part 6/???, Diavolo x MC x Lucifer

Read Parts 1-5 here!

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“You needn’t worry about her, Lucifer.” Diavolo insisted, “MC will always be safe while she is in my company.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Lucifer nodded.

Although that wasn’t actually what he was concerned about.

—

Satisfied with Lucifer’s response, Diavolo nodded before smiling once again.

“Well if that concludes our conversation, I’ll go and seek out MC if she’s free.” He stated, walking toward the door.

Lucifer opened his mouth to speak but stopped himself. Instead, he frowned as he watched Diavolo leave the room. Pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, he muttered to himself as he turned back around toward his desk.

Worry filled his mind as he stared at his workload. The only thing that seemed capable of making Lucifer relax was MC and he could feel her slipping into the grasps of Diavolo.

As he took a seat behind his desk, Lucifer’s eyes fell on the blanket on the armchair that MC had been tucked under only mere hours ago. He wondered whether he should have stayed with her rather than go to his own room.

But just as quickly as the thought entered his mind, it soon vanished again. Shaking his head, Lucifer’s focus returned to his work as he rid himself of such pathetic thoughts.

How could it be that he’d grown so protective over MC?

Meanwhile, striding down the hallways, Diavolo had a cheery grin on his face as he made his way through the house. As he approached the stair case, his large hand gripped the bannister before ascending them.

Making his way toward MC’s bedroom, he could hear her voice as he neared it. And as he appeared in the doorway, happiness filled him when his eyes fell on the human.

Sat on her bed with Asmodeus, he and MC were gossiping to each other when they noticed the colossal prince nearby. MC was busy telling the demon all about her day at the palace when Asmodeus quickly shushed her; perhaps not very subtly.

Turning around from her seat on the bed, MC raised her eyebrows after seeing Diavolo stood behind her.

“My Lord.” She breathed, “is everything okay?”

Asmodeus watched the pair of them eagerly. As soon as Diavolo had arrived that morning, he sprinted to MC’s room to tell her. Ever since finding out the human had been invited to the Prince’s palace alone, Asmodeus has been very keen to find out what was going on.

“Yes, there’s no need to look so sheepish.” Diavolo chuckled, entering the room. “I came to see how Lucifer was getting on.”

“Ah!” MC nodded with an awkward smile.

Diavolo had never come to her room alone before and with Asmo close by grinning like the Cheshire Cat, MC was lost for words.

“I expect you’re wondering why I’ve come to see you.” Diavolo chuckled, as though he could read MC’s mind, “I know we agreed for you to arrive at the palace this afternoon but I thought perhaps now that I’m here, you’d like to come with me now? Providing you’re not already occupied of course.”

He had a smile on his face as he made his offer to MC. She reciprocated the expression, surprised by him.

“Of course, my Lord.” She nodded.

“Excellent.” He grinned, “I’ll be waiting in the entranceway.”

The room was silent as Diavolo left. It wasn’t until his footsteps could no longer be heard that Asmo grabbed MC by the shoulders and turned her around.

“Right you can’t beat around the bush any longer, MC!” He insisted, “Why does Diavolo keep inviting you to the palace alone?!”

MC laughed at how enthusiastic he was and desperate to find out the truth.

“He likes to watch me play.” She admitted quietly.

“Play with what? His dick?” Asmo furrowed his eyebrows.

“No!” MC playfully shoved him on the shoulder, “it’s nothing like that, As. He found out from Lucifer that I play the piano and asked me if I’d perform at his jubilee. He invites me over to the palace so that I can practice.”

“Since when do you play an instrument?” He scrunched his face.

“Since when did you start asking me so many questions?” MC laughed as she got up.

Walking across the room, she grabbed her bag from a nearby chair while Asmo remained strewn across her bed.

“I’ll see you later.” She spoke as she hovered in the doorway.

“Let me know if he plays with your keys, won’t you?” Asmo asked with a sly grin on his face.

Rolling her eyes, MC walked away from the door. “It’s not like that!” She repeated from within the hallway.

Once she reached the staircase, her eyes fell on Diavolo who was stood at the bottom. He had his arms folded as he stared at one of the portraits on the wall; observing the demon within it.

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, my Lord.” MC apologised as she quickly descended the steps.

Hearing her voice caused him to swiftly turn on his heel.

“Nonsense!” He beamed.

—

As the pair entered the palace, MC prepared herself to walk in the direction of the room with the piano in. Beginning to take off her jacket, Diavolo quickly stopped her.

“Here.” He spoke, assisting her with the sleeve.

MC blushed at his gesture, unable to believe the fact that Prince was the one helping her. “Is Barbatos not here?” She asked sheepishly as he walked toward the cloakroom to discard her outerwear.

“I’m sure he’s here somewhere.” Diavolo chuckled.

Returning to MC’s side, he smiled warmly at her; causing the human to feel even more nervous than before.

“Now MC, I have a confession for you.” He started, immediately worrying her.

“Is everything okay, my Lord?” She questioned quickly.

“Yes, there’s no need to panic.” He assured before pausing.

Diavolo had a content look on his face as he momentarily just focused on MC.

“Then what might be wrong?” She asked quietly.

“As much as I adore your talents I was wondering if today you’d like to take a break from playing for me.” He pondered, “tell me, MC, do you like flowers?”

“Flowers?” She questioned completely baffled, with a small smile appearing on her lips.

“Yes!” Diavolo grinned, amused by her confusion, “I’ve just had Barbatos touch up the palace gardens and wondered if you’d like to see them?”

MC’s heart completely eased having just thought Diavolo was going to drop a bombshell on her. She couldn’t help but smile at the goofy grin on the Prince’s face as he anticipated her answer.

Her skin grew warm as she met eyes with Diavolo.

“You worried me, my Lord.” She chuckled, “but yes, I’d love to see the gardens.”

“Excellent!” He beamed, “follow me.”

Walking through the palace, MC remained a few steps behind as she followed Diavolo. Her eyes never left him as she pondered over what was happening.

Surely the Prince should have other matters that need attending to rather than showing one of the exchange students around the gardens? Do Simeon, Solomon and Luke also get the same treatment?

Nevertheless, MC couldn’t help herself as she realised she enjoyed being in Diavolo’s company. And the thought that he didn’t only want her in the palace to play the piano for him made her heart flutter. She was beginning to see a much more genuine side to him and she looked forward to discovering more about the Prince.

“Here we are.” He spoke as they approached a colossal, golden framed door covered in windows. Turning the handle, Diavolo opened it and gestured for MC to pass.

“Thank you.” She breathed as she stepped outside.

She’d never seen the palace gardens before and it was everything she’d imagined and more. Diavolo could see the amazement in her eyes and felt a sense of satisfaction from it.

“Well, MC, you are my guest so please tell me: what would you like to see first?” He asked.

MC bit her lip as she thought to herself. She could already see masses of impressive topiary across the vast space in front of them. But, thinking back to the human realm, she turned her head to Diavolo.

“Do you have roses?” She asked.

“Roses?” He repeated, surprised. Usually when anybody was shown the gardens, they immediately expected to see the bush maze or vineyard, “yes, I have plenty of them.” He smiled.

Walking down the marble steps, the stones at the bottom crunched as Diavolo stepped foot on the path. Glancing over his shoulder, he held a hand out to MC as she carefully walked down behind him; trying to avoid slipping on the wet patches on each step.

As she looked up and saw Diavolo’s extended arm, her eyebrows raised.

“Not to sound rude but you look like a deer on ice.” He joked, “Allow me to help you.”

MC’s face immediately went red at Diavolo’s comment before she sheepishly lifted her hand and placed it in his large one. He gripped her gently as he steadied her body. With his support, MC made it to the stone path. The slippery steps were the least of her worries after the way she felt her heart thud at Diavolo’s contact.

“Right this way.” He guided as he let go of the human’s hand to direct her to the rose bushes.

The pair of them travelled around the side of the palace, with MC gawping at everything they passed. She’d seen gardens back in the human realm but none of them compared to Diavolo’s.

Remaining quiet as she absorbed her surroundings, MC let out a breath as they reached their destination.

“Roses: as requested.” Diavolo nodded with a grin.

MC smiled as her eyes fell on the rows and rows of various coloured flowers. They reminded her of home and how her Mother would always buy MC a bouquet every time she visited.

“They’re beautiful.” She gushed, stepping forward to appreciate them more.

Diavolo didn’t say anything as he watched MC admire her surroundings.

With his hands in his pockets, the Prince had rosey cheeks as his gaze never left the human’s wandering body.

“I’ve never seen anything like it!” MC spoke, causing him to laugh. “I wish my garden looked like this.”

Shaking his head, Diavolo chuckled to himself before his focus turned to one of the bushes that was beside him. Turning his body, he carefully pinched the stem of one of the white roses before plucking it from the rest. He made sure to pick the biggest, most beautiful one.

He slowly stepped forward to where MC was currently stood before holding out the flower to her. “Here.” He spoke, “one for you to take home seeing as you love them so much.”

MC turned her head and bit her lip. She admired the sight before her: Diavolo looking as handsome as ever with a rose between his fingers.

“Thank you, my Lord.” She smiled, accepting his gift. “You’ve been very kind to me.”

“It’s my job.” He returned the smile.

MC nodded sheepishly as her eyes fell on the rose he’d offered her. Meanwhile, Diavolo found himself staring at the human again.

Yes, he did enjoy her company. He enjoyed it very much so.

—

A/N: well Diavolo certainly showed his Princey charms in this chapter! I wonder if MC will tell anybody about the rose he gave her. After all, it’s purely a professional relationship they have, right??

[wonder-womans-neko-husband]

Update F/O List

(All depicted as 18+)

Romantic F/O’S

DC comics

- Wonder Woman Ship Name: The warriors fool (hint: i’m the fool)

- Black Canary Ship Name: Benary, my Canary, sing of my love

- Big Barda Ship Name: Benarda, Big heart for me

- Supergirl Ship Name: My superb girl

- Hippolyta Ship Name: Hibenyta, Benyta,

- Catwoman Ship Name: Benselina, Selen, clawed your way to my heart

- Starfire Ship Name: fire of my heart, your my star

- Batgirl Ship Name: my bat

- Harley Quinn Ship Name: Benarley, Benley, Harlen, mischievous romance

- Zatanna Ship Name: Zatannen, Bennana , Betanna, worked your magic on me

- Hawkgirl Ship Name: My darling Hawk

- Giganta Ship Name: Bengal, Giganen

- Huntress Ship Name: My huntress, hunted hearts

- Killer Frost Ship Name: pleasant chills in my heart

- Lady Shiva Ship Name: Beniva

- Talia al Ghul Ship Name: Talia all mine

- Vicki Vale Ship Name: tbb

- Lois Lane Ship Name: tbd

- Lady Blackhawk Ship Name: tbd

 Marvel

- Captain Marvel Ship Name: Captain of my heart, marvelous lovers

- She-Hulk Ship Name: she-mine

- Emma Frost Ship Name: Bemma, Benma

- X-23 Ship Name: BenX-23, Benura (Laura used here)

- Magick Ship Name: Under your spell, Benick

- Mystique Ship Name: Benstique, Mystien

- Black Widow Ship Name: Benidow

- Shuri Ship Name: shuri she is mine

- Gamora Ship Name: Gamoren, Benora

- Amora Ship Name: Amoren

- Scarlet Witch Ship Name: Scarlet kiss

- Spider-gwen Ship Name: She caught my heart

- Black Cat Ship Name: benlicia

- Rogue Ship Name: Benogue, Roben

- Storm Ship Name: brewin’ a storm in my heart

- Thor Ship Name: worthy to hold his hand, Lightning lover

- Valkyrie Ship Name: Benkyrie, Valken

- Sif Ship Name: sifen, Benif

- Hela Ship Name: Benla, Helen

- Silver Sable Ship Name: Benable

- Hawkeye Ship Name: caught my eye, prey to your love

- Captain America Ship Name: Captain of my love

- T'challa Ship Name: Benchalla T'benlla

- Psylocke Ship Name: tbd

- Jean Grey Ship Name: tbd

- Kitty Pryde Ship Name: tbd

- Abigail Brand Ship Name: tbd

 Fate

- Astolfo Ship Name: Benolfo, Astbeno

- Saber Ship Name: Saben, Bener

- Saber Alter Ship Name: Alter bener

- Jeanne Ship Name: Benne,Jeaner

- Jalter Ship Name: Benter,Jalten

- Mordred Ship Name: Mordoren,Bendred

 Zelda

- Link Ship Name: Benk, Linen

- Urbosa Ship Name: Urbosen,Benbosa

- Zelda Ship Name: Zelden, Benda

- Mipha Ship Name: Benpha, Miben

- Shiek Ship Name: Shien, Benek

- Midna Ship Name: Midnen, Bena

 Star Wars

- Ahsoka Tano Ship Name: Ahsoken, Bensoka

- Sabine Wren Ship Name: Sabene, Benine

- Hera Syndulla Ship Name: Heren, benra

- General Grievous Ship Name: four armed hug

- Aayla Secura Ship Name: Aaylen, secura in my heart

- Shaak Ti Ship Name: Shaen, Benti

- Obi-Wan Kenobi Ship Name: only one Kenobi

- Jaina Solo Ship Name: Janen

- Mara Jade Ship Name: Maren, Jaden

- Luke Skywalker Ship Name: Luken Skyben

- Captain Phasma Ship Name: Bensma, Phaben, command my heart

- Padme Amidala Ship Name: Queen of my heart, Bename

- Mon Mothma Ship Name: Mon lovema , Mon lover

- Jyn Erso Ship Name: Jynen, Benyn

- Iden Versio Ship Name: Idenen

- Leia Organa Ship Name: Lenen, Benia

- Cassian Andor Ship Name: Cassien, Benian

- L3-37 Ship Name: L<3-<37

- Wilhuff Tarkin Ship Name: Wilhufen, Benhuff

 Voltron

- Shiro Ship Name: Shirnen, Henri, Beniro

- Allura Ship Name: Alluring Allura

- Pidge/Katie Ship Name: Katien, Benidge

- Axca Ship Name: Benca, Axen

- Krolia Ship Name: Krolien, Benrolia

 Persona

- Tae Takemi Ship Name: Tae Taken my heart!

- Sae Niijima Ship Name: Seanen, Benae

- Sadayo Kawakami Ship Name: Sadayonen, Benyo

- Ann Takamaki Ship name: tbd

- Akira Kusuru Ship Name: tbd

 Mario

- Daisy Ship Name: my flower, my delightful, Dainen

- Peach Ship Name: she’s a peach 💙

- Rosalina Ship Name: Rosalina is my rosey girl

- Pauline Ship Name: 1UP boy & 1UP girl

 Fire Emblem

- Lucina Ship Name: Lucinen,Benina

- Lyn Ship Name: Beyn, Lynen

- Male Robin & Female Robin Ship Name: Robins love

- Male & Female Grima Ship Name: Grimen, Benma

 Bayonetta

- Bayonetta Ship Name: Benyonetta, Babe-o-mine-o, She’s my bit-witch!

 Metroid

- Samus Ship Name: The Hunters Bounty

- Dark Samus Ship Name: Dark lovers, Benus, Samen

 Nier

- 2B Ship Name: 2B URS

- A2 Ship Name: 2 lovers

- Yorha Commander Ship Name: YORmy Commander 💙, Commanded love

 Rainbow Six Siege

- Frost Ship Name: Operation: Loving you , Strategic loving

- Buck Ship Name: Buck of my heart, shoot your love my way

- Ash Ship Name: Ashen

- Thermite Ship Name: TherMINE

- Castle Ship Name: Guard my heart

- Pulse Ship Name: my pulse

- Twitch Ship Name: benitch

- Montagne Ship Name: Benagne

- Rook Ship Name: Benook

- Doc Ship Name: Heal my heart

- Dokkaebi Ship Name: Benbi, Dokken

- Finka Ship Name: I Finka I love you

- Ela Ship Name: Elen, Benla

- Zofia Ship Name: Zofien, Benia

- IQ Ship Name: I think your Qute

- Jager Ship Name: Janer, Janen

- Caveira Ship Name: Caveiren, Benira

- Valkyrie Ship Name: Valkyrien, Benrie

- Vigil Ship Name: Vigilen, Vigilance

- Kaid Ship Name: Kaiden, Benid

- Nomad Ship Name: Nomaden, Benad

- Lion Ship Name: Lionen, Beion

- Hibana Ship Name: Hibena,Benana

 RWBY

- Ruby Rose Ship Name: Ruby lovers, my ruby rose

- Yang Xiao Long Ship Name: Gauntlet Love

- Blake Belladonna Ship Name: Belladonnen

- Weiss Schnee Ship Name: Weissen

- Pyrrha Nikos Ship Name: Pyrrhaen

- Roman Torchwick Ship Name: Romen, Benan

- Winter Schnee Ship Name: My eternal Winter

- Emerald Sustrai Ship Name: Emeralden

- Coco Adel Ship Name: Cocoen, Benco

- Velvet Scarlatina Ship Name: Velvet kisses

- Arslan Altan Ship Name: Arslen

- Nora Valkyrie Ship Name: Noranen

- Cinder Fall Ship Name: fallen for you

- Glynda Goodwitch Ship Name: Benda, Bewitched

 Metal Gear Solid

- The Boss/The Joy Ship Name: joy of mine

- Quiet Ship Name: hushed sweet nothings, Quieten, Benet

- Meryl Silverburgh Ship Name: Meren, Benyl

- Sniper Wolf Ship Name: TARGET: My heart

 Full Metal Alchemist

- Olivier Mira Armstrong Ship Name: Benvier, strong love

- Riza Hawkeye Ship Name: Risa caught my eye

- Izumi Curtis Ship Name: Izubenmi

- Lust Ship Name: lusting after you

- Greed Ship Name: greedy for your love

 Overwatch

- Mercy Ship Name: Bency, Merben

- Pharah Ship Name: Pharen, Benarah

- D.VA Ship Name: D<3.va

- Widowmaker Ship Name: widow no longer, caught my heart

- Sombra Ship Name: Somben

- Ana Ship Name: Anaen, Bena

- Ashe Ship Name: outlawed love

- Mcree Ship Name: fastest heart stealer in the wild west 🔫

- Moira Ship Name: Moira O'mine

- Mei Ship Name: Mei cutie, Benei

- Zarya Ship Name: Zaren

- Reaper Ship Name: death’s embrace is sweet

- Baptiste Ship Name: tbd

 Kid Icarus

- Palutena Ship Name: Palunten, Goddess of my heart

 Legend of Korra

- Korra Ship Name: Koren

- Asami Ship Name: Asamien

 Disney

- Ariel Ship Name: I wanna be part of your world

- Jasmine Ship Name: a whole new love

- Elsa Ship Name: Frozen Heart

- Moana Ship Name: voyage to the heart

- Sergeant Calhoun Ship Name: Lover’s duty

 Harry Potter

- Hermione Ship Name: Benione, HerMINE

- Fleur Ship Name: my pretty Fleur

- Narcissa Ship Name: Narcissen

- Tonks Ship Name: Benks

 Transformers

- Arcee Ship Name: Acreen

- Optimus Prime Ship Name: Prime hearts

- Windblade Ship Name: Windenlade, Bende

- Shockwave Ship Name: Heart shocker!

- Soundwave Ship Name: your music to my ears

- Shatter Ship Name: don’t shatter my heart!

 Final Fantasy

- Lunafreya Ship Name: Oracle of Love

- Cindy Aurum Ship Name: Garage beauty, Cinen

- Aranea Highwind Ship Name: protector of mine

- Tifa Lockhart Ship Name: Fast, Furious and all mine

- Terra Branford Ship Name: Esper of my heart

 Mass Effect

- Jane Shepard Ship Name: Bane

- Tali'Zorah Ship Name: Zoran mine

- Vetra Nyx Ship Name: Vetranen, Benyx

- Liara T'soni Ship Name: Liaren, Benara

- Sara Ryder Ship Name: Ryder of mine

- Miranda Lawson Ship Name: Miranden, Lawnen

 League of Legends

- Akali Ship Name: Akalien

- Ahri Ship Name: Ahrien

- Katarina Ship Name: Kataben

- Sona Ship Name: Sonaben

 Doctor Who

- 13th Doctor Ship Name: 13th times the charm

- 10th Doctor Ship Name: intergalactic love

  Assassin’s Creed

- Kassandra Ship Name: fierce lover, tiger heart

- Evie Frye Ship Name: Sophisticated love

- Aya of Siwa Ship Name: Ayen

 My Hero Academia

- Rumi Usagiyama(Mirko) Ship Name: Usagiyen

- Nemuri Kayama(Midnight) Ship Name: kayaen

- Yu Takeyama(Mt. Lady) Ship Name: Takeyen

- Ryuko Tatsuma(Ryukyu) Ship Name: Ryukoen

 Borderlands

- Maya Ship Name: Maya Girl, perfectly calculated love

- Lilith Ship Name: Lithen

- Mad Moxxi Ship Name: Madly in love

- Athena Ship Name: Athen

 Halo

- Kelly 087 Ship Name: Kellen

- Linda 058 Ship Name:Linaben

- John 117 Ship Name: Johnen

- Cortana Ship Name: Cortanen

- Thel ‘Vadam Ship Name: tbd

 X-Files

- Dana Scully Ship Name: Not so mysterious love

 The Witcher

- Ciri Ship Name: Burning Emerald

- Yennefer Ship Name: raven haired beauty

- Triss Merigold Ship Name: My gold

 Red Dead Redemption

- Arthur Morgan Ship Name: Arthen, Morganen

- Sadie Adler Ship Name: Sadien

 Detroit Become Human

- Kara Ship Name: Karaen

- North Ship Name: Noren

- Connor Ship Name: Conen, Connoren

- Markus Ship Name: Markusen, Marken

 Resident Evil

- Ada Wong Ship Name: love in the red dress

- Claire Redfield Ship Name: Clairen, Benire

- Jill Valentine Ship Name: Jillen, my valentine (or sandwich)

- Leon S Kennedy Ship Name: not a rookie at love

- Rebecca Chambers Ship Name: healthy loving, refreshing love

 Kingdom Hearts

- Aqua Ship Name: Aquen, Benua

 Just Cause

- Rico Rodriguez Ship Name: Ricen, Chaos filled love

- Mira Morales Ship Name: Mien

- Gabriela Morales Ship Name: Gaben, Moralen

 Titanfall (including apex legends)

- Jack Cooper Ship Name: tbd

- Bangalore Ship Name: tbd

- Gibraltar Ship Name: tbd

- Mirage Ship Name: tbd

- Bloodhound Ship Name: tbd

- Caustic Ship Name: Tbd

Call of Duty

- Gideon (Advanced Warfare) Ship Name: tbd

- Ilona (Advanced Warfare) Ship Name: tbd

- Salen Kotch (Infinite Warfare) Ship Name: tbd

- Robert Zussman (COD WW2) Ship Name: tbd

- Joseph Turner (COD WW2) Ship Name:

- John “Soap” Mactavish (MW2/MW3) Ship Name: tbd

- Spectre (Black Ops 3) Ship Name: tbd

- Battery (Black Ops ¾) Ship Name: tbd

- Ruin (Black Ops ¾) Ship Name: tbd

 Red vs Blue

- Agent Carolina Ship Name: tbd

- Agent Texas Ship Name: tbd

Girls Frontline

- M16A1 Ship Name: tbd

- AUG Ship Name: tbd

- CZ-805 Ship Name: tbd

- Grizzly Mk V Ship Name: tbd

- KSG Ship Name: tbd

- AK-12 Ship Name: tbd

- M4A1 Ship Name: tbd

- M4 SOPMOD II Ship Name: tbd

- UMP40 Ship Name: tbd

- UMP45 Ship Name: tbd

- UMP9 Ship Name: tbd

- Python Ship Name: tbd

- TAC-50 Ship Name:  tbd

- Springfield Ship Name: tbd

Warhammer 40K

- Saint Celestine Ship Name: tbd

The Dragon Prince

- Amaya Ship Name: tbd

- Sarai Ship Name: tbd

- Claudia Ship Name: tbd

Pokemon

- Cynthia Ship Name: tbd

Attack on Titan

- Annie leonhart Ship Name: cats and crystals

- Mikasa Ackerman Ship Name: benkasa

Prey

- Morgan Yu (male) Ship Name: tbd

- Morgan Yu (Female) Ship Name: tbd

[alystayr]

Playlist musicale 2019 (2/2)

Liste des chansons (playlist 2019 - part. 2)

Mise à jour : 31 décembre 2019

playlist 2019 (part.2), playlist 2019 (part. 1)

playlist 2018 (part. 2), playlist 2018 (part. 1)

playlist 2017 (part. 2), playlist 2017 (part. 1)

playlist 2016 (part. 2), playlist 2016 (part. 1)

playlist 2015

0-9 #

16 Horsepower - American Wheeze (1996)

A

AaRON - Blouson Noir (2015)

Abd Al Malik - Le jeune noir à l’épée (2019)

The Afghan Whigs - Algiers (2014)

Air - Alpha Beta Gaga (2004-2016)

Alabama Shakes - Don’t Wanna Fight (2015)

Alice In Chains -  Rainier Fog (2018)

Angels of Light - Dawn (2005)

Aphrodite’s Child - Rain and tears (1968)

Archive - Erase (2019)

Louis Armstrong - St. James Infirmary (1928)

B

The B52's - Planet Claire (1979)

The Beatles - All You Need Is Love (1967)

Beck - Saw Lightning (2019)

Belle and Sebastian - Sister Buddha (2019)

Bénabar - Y'a une fille qu'habite chez moi (2001)

The Beta Band - Dry The Rain (1997)

Björk - Declare Independence (2008)

The Black Keys - Go (2019)

Blue Oyster Cult - (Don't Fear) The Reaper (1976)

Blur - There’s No Other Way (1991)

Joe Bonamassa - Lonesome Christmas (2016)

David Bowie - When I'm Five (1967)

Georges Brassens - Les copains d'abord (1964)

Jacques Brel - Mathilde (1963)

John Butler Trio - Bully (2017)

C

Cage The Elephant - Shake Me Down (2011)

Calexico - The Ballad of Cable Hogue (2000)

Calogero - En Apesanteur (2002)

Captain Kid - We & I (2012)

Johnny Cash (cover Nine Inch Nails) - Hurt (2002/1994)

Chloé - One in other (2010)

The Clash - White Riot (1977)

Johnny Clegg & Savuka - Asimbonanga (1987)

Eddie Cochran - Summertime Blues (1958)

Cocoon - Back To One (2019)

Cold War Kids - Passing the Hat (2006)

Chris Cornell - Seasons (from Singles) (1992)

Cypress Hill (feat. Chino Moreno and Everlast) - (Rock) Superstar (2000)

D

Dead Kennedys - Kill The Poor (1980)

Depeche Mode - Enjoy the Silence (1990)

dEUS - Instant Street (1999)

Dolly - Comment taire (2002)

The Doors - Love Street (1968)

Dr. John - Right Place Wrong Time (1973)

Bob Dylan - Hurricane (1975)

E

Eels - You Are The Shining Light (2018)

Eiffel - Cascade (2019)

Lisa Ekdahl (cover Betty Hutton) - It's Oh So Quiet (1997/1951)

Eminem - Venom (2018)

Eurythmics - Here Comes The Rain Again (1983)

F

Mylène Farmer - Des larmes (2018)

Les Fatals Picards - La Sécurité de l'Emploi (2007)

Fine Young Cannibals - Johnny Come Home (1985)

Florence + the Machine - Jenny of Oldstones (from Game of Thrones) (2019)

Foals - What Went Down (2015)

Foo Fighters - Best Of You (2005)

Foster The People - Pumped up Kicks (2011)

Future Islands - Fall From Grace (2014)

G

Peter Gabriel - Shock The Monkey (1982)

Liam Gallagher - One Of Us (2019)

Jean-Jacques Goldman - Je marche seul (1985)

The Good, The Bad & The Queen - Gun To The Head (2019)

Kim Gordon - Sketch Artist (2019)

Gossip - Standing In the Way of Control (2006)

Gravenhurst - The Collector (2007)

Juliette Gréco (cover Léo Ferré) - Jolie Môme (1961)

Grinderman - Man In The Moon (2007)

H

Nina Hagen - African Reggae (1979)

Ben Harper & Charlie Musselwhite - The Bottle Wins Again (2018)

PJ Harvey - Rid Of Me (1993)

The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Purple Haze (1967)

Kristin Hersh - The Cuckoo (1994)

Jacques Higelin - Paris-New York, New York-Paris (1974)

I

Interpol - The Weekend (2019)

Iron Maiden - Flight of Icarus (1983/2019)

Izia - Hey Bitch (2009)

J

Julia Jacklin (cover The Strokes) - Someday (2019/2001)

JAY-Z - Marcy Me (2017)

Joy Division - New Dawn Fades (1979)

Judas Priest - Breaking The Law (1980)

K

Kaiser Chiefs - Don't Just Stand There, Do Something (2019)

Kings of Leon - Family Tree (2013)

Mark Knopfler - Redbud Tree (2012)

L

Mark Lanegan Band - Stitch It Up (2019)

Cyndi Lauper - Girls Just Want To Have Fun (1983)

Bernard Lavilliers & Catherine Ringer - Idées Noires (1983-2014)

Led Zeppelin - No Quarter (1973)

The Lemonheads - Alison’s Starting To Happen (1992)

Linkin Park - Breaking The Habit (2003)

Little Eva - The Loco-Motion (1962)

Luke - Hasta Siempre (2004)

M

Scott McKenzie - San Francisco (1967)

Marcela Mangabeira (cover Michael Jackson) - Human Nature (2008/1982)

Loreena McKennitt - The Lady of Shalott (1991)

Marilyn Manson - God’s Gonna Cut You Down (2019)

Marilyn Manson (cover The Doors) - The End (1967-2019)

Massive Attack - Protection (1994)

Metallica - Seek and Destroy (1983)

Midnight Oil - Forgotten Years (1990)

Eddy Mitchell - Sur la route de Memphis (1976)

Modest Mouse - Lampshades on Fire (2015)

Gary Moore - The Loner (1987)

Moriarty - Isabella (2011)

Muddy Waters - Mannish Boy (1955)

N

The National - Hey Rosey (2019)

Nirvana - Come As You Are (1992)

Nirvana - Negative Creep (1991)

Noir Désir - Bouquet de nerfs (2001)

O

Les Ogres de Barback - Si tu restes (2019)

Mike Oldfield - Tubular Bells (1973)

OrelSan - Dis moi (2018)

P

Vanessa Paradis - Ces mots simples (2018)

Charles Pasi - A Man I Know (2014)

Pearl Jam - Jeremy (1991)

Pink Floyd - Money (1973)

Pixies - Hey (1989)

Placebo - Battle For The Sun (2009)

Iggy Pop - Run Like A Villain (1982)

Portishead - Misterons (1994)

The Pretenders - Middle of the Road (1984)

Q

Queens Of The Stone Age - Regular John (1998)

R

The Raconteurs - Help Me Stranger (2019)

Radiohead - Street Spirit (Fade Out) (1995)

Ram Jam - Black Betty (1977)

Red Hot Chili Pepper - Under The Bridge (1991)

Renaud - Fatigué (1985)

Calvin Russell - Soldier (1992/2011)

S

Saez - Germaine (2019)

Screamin' Jay Hawkins - Constipation Blues (1969)

Screaming Trees - Nearly Lost You (1992)

Seasick Steve - Hobo Low (2006)

Shaka Ponk - My Name Is Stain (2011)

William Sheller - Maintenant Tout Le Temps (1994)

Alan Silvestri - Retour vers le Futur (from Back to the Future) (1985)

Simon & Garfunkle - El Condor Pasa (1970)

Slaves - The Velvet Ditch (2019)

Smoke City - Underwater Love (1997)

Sonic Youth - Bull In The Heather (1994)

Joss Stone (cover The Dells) - The Love We Had (Stays On My Mind) (2012)

Alain Souchon - Presque (2019)

Soundgarden - The Day I Tried To Live (1994)

Supertramp - Give A Little Bit (1977)

T

Taj Mahal - Ain't That A Lot Of Love (1968)

Tame Impala - Patience (2019)

Tarmac - Tu semblante (2001)

Taxi Girl -   Cherchez le Garçon (1980)

Tindersticks - For The Beauty (2019)

Tool - Fear Inoculum (2019)

Tricky (feat. Marta) - Makes Me Wonder (2019)

The Twilight Singers - King Only (2000)

U

U2 - Mysterious Ways (1991)

U2 - Pride (In The Name Of Love) (1984)

Ugly Kid Joe - Cats In The Cradle (1992)

UNKLE - The Lost Highway (2019)

V

Volbeat - Still Counting (2008)

W

Tom Waits - I hope I don’t fall in love with you (1973)

Les Wampas - Ce Soir C'est Noël (1990)

Les Wampas - Chirac En Prison (2003)

The War on Drugs - Pain (2017)

Emily Jane White - Dark Undercoat (2007)

Jim White - Bluebird (2004)

The Who - Behind Blue Eyes (1971)

Wilco - Everyone Hides (2019)

John Williams - Star Wars Main Theme (1977)

Shannon Wright - These Present Arms (2019)

X

Y

Yodelice - Wake Me Up (2010)

Thom Yorke - Not The News (2019)

Z

Zebda - Le Bruit Et L'Odeur (1995)

Rob Zombie - Dead City Radio And The New Gods Of Supertown (2013)

[dontshootmespence]

Gone Wrong

A/N: An anon request for a JJ x Reader (she is on the team) where they are sexting each other and JJ accidentally sends one of the texts to someone else on the team, bringing up an awkward conversation.

Warnings: Sexting

If the two of you roomed together, you would be found out immediately. JJ was too beautiful for you to keep your hands off her and neither one of you were what you’d consider very quiet. Plus, you had no intentions of telling the team about your relationship just yet, so when you were away on cases, you always made a point of choosing different roomies, or no roomies at all. For today, JJ was rooming with Spencer and you’d taken the solo room. 

After hopping out of the shower, you pulled on a pair of black satin panties and matching bra and settled into the bed, toweling your hair to dry it. Once it was good enough you threw the towel on the floor. Damn, your hair looked good. Half dry, half wet, cascading in front of your eyes just slightly. 

Since you were alone, maybe it was time to have some fun with JJ. Grabbing your phone, you angled yourself on the bed in a way you liked and snapped a picture, quickly sending it to your lover. 

It took her about two seconds to reply.

JJ: Are you trying to kill me? I’m in the room with Spencer.

Y/N: I know. That’s why this is fun.

JJ: Well, the more you torture me now, the more I’m going to fuck your brains out when we get back.

Y/N: Is that supposed to be a threat? Because I’m actually in the process of thinking of what to say next. Do you have any particular way you’d like to fuck my brains out? I’m interested.

JJ: First, I’m going to finger you until you’re a sweating, cumming mess and then after that I figure I’ll do the same with my mouth. At least two more times. I want you shaking.

Goddammit. Maybe this was going to backfire on you. Now you were getting all hot and bothered. Actually...

Reaching down, you slid your first two fingers into your panties, gently massaging your clit as you thought of what JJ had said. While you imagined her lips against your slit, your breathing began to quicken, so your fingers did the same. Before you got out of control though, you hit the record button on your phone and let it capture the sounds you were making for about a minute, ending with breathlessly moaning her name. You purposely made the decision not to come to keep her on her toes. 

With a quick swipe, you sent the sound bite with a text that read:

Y/N: Might want to listen to that with headphones on. ;)

JJ: I’m going to kill you.

Y/N: You’re going to listen to it though. I know you.

JJ: You’re dead.

Smiling to yourself, you leaned back into the pillows and grabbed the book you were reading, waiting patiently for a reply.

About five minutes later you got a reply.

JJ: I thought you were just going to be talking. Moaning my name? Touching yourself? Whimpering? Ah! I’m sitting her squirming and Spencer is getting curious as to why. 

Y/N: Well then get better at controlling yourself. What am I supposed to do? ;)

JJ: Stop touching yourself and sending me soundbites!

As a joke you sent her another sound clip - this one of you making a silly noise. But you did tell her to listen with headphones on anyway. 

JJ: You’re a dork.

Y/N: You love me.

You waited for another reply, but didn’t get one for nearly 15 minutes, which was weird because if she was going to sleep she’d tell you.

Y/N: Babe?

JJ: Yea?

Y/N: I said you love me and you didn’t say anything.

JJ: What are you talking about? I sent you a reply right after.

You double-checked your phone but didn’t see anything. All of a sudden, you got a caps locked text. 

JJ: SHIT! I SENT MY REPLY TO EMILY!

Y/N: How?

Oh fuck, this was bad. Emily wasn’t one to reprimand, but you weren’t ready to out yourselves yet. Plus, Emily could catch heat if two of her team members were dating. Fuck. Shit fuck.

JJ: We were having a separate conversation and I hit her thread on accident!

Shit fuck. Well, if the reply was innocuous, it wouldn’t matter. Breathe. Ask.

Y/N: What was the response?

JJ: It was this. “True, but for real, if I end up coming on the spot listening to you then you get to explain it to the rest of the team.”

FUCK!

Cool. 

They were out. At least to Emily.

Y/N: Oh shit.

JJ: Yea. I just got a text from her.

You closed your eyes and leaned back into the pillow allowing the material to cool your heated skin.

Y/N: What did she say?

JJ: It said, “I’m assuming that wasn’t meant for me, and given that you mentioned the team, my guess is that you’re seeing Y/N? Why didn’t either of you tell me?”

Y/N: What did you say?

JJ: Haven’t answered yet. What should I say?

Y/N: Tell her truth. We weren’t ready for our relationship to get out. We didn’t wanna get her in trouble. All that shit.

It took nearly 20 minutes for the next reply.

JJ: I told her why and she said that most of the team had an inkling of it already. We don’t have to actually admit it to the team if we don’t want to, but we could because it’s a shitty secret, and that we definitely have to notify HR.

Ugh. HR was going to suck.

Y/N: Okay, talk about it tomorrow? I’m exhausted.

JJ: Yea, me too. 

Okay, that was not how you had planned your night going, but at least Emily wasn’t mad.

The next morning, JJ texted you after her shower before you were going to leave for the jet. 

JJ: I was thinking about it last night. I think we should just come clean with everyone.

Y/N: Me too. It’s too complicated to be out to Emily and have to talk to HR but keep it from the rest of the team.

JJ: On the jet?

Y/N: On the jet. Are you ready for this? We’re out. This is really real. You and me.

JJ: We were real before. <3

About an hour later, everyone was officially coffee’d up with fast-food breakfast to fill your stomachs. You all made your way onto the jet and got settled, nerves rattling around as you prepared to tell the team.

“You do it,” JJ said.

“No, you do it.” “You.”

“No, you.”

“You.”

“Oh fine,” you said, caving and standing up. “Yo! I have an announcement to make.”

Matt, Tara, Rossi, Spencer, Luke and Emily gave you their attention. Emily had a little smirk in the corner of her mouth. “What is it?” Tara asked.

“Through an unfortunate mishap, JJ over here sent Emily a text meant for me. It was...explicit in nature. We’re seeing each other.”

Tara snickered. “Duh.”

Rossi chimed in. “Yea, obviously.”

Matt and Luke said the same. “You two aren’t discrete about it.”

“Really?” JJ asked, standing up finally, entwining her fingers in yours. “Everyone knew?”

“We’re profilers,” Spencer said, finally adding to the conversation. With a smile, he peeled his attention away from the window. “You really think after this many years, we couldn’t tell that you two were doing each other?”

Everyone started cackling at his frankness. 

“Spencer just said ‘doing each other...’” JJ said, trailing off in amazement. “What kind of world are we living in?!”

“One where it’s really easy to tell you were seeing each other,” Spencer laughed. “Someone sure was in a bad way last night. What was she texting you?”

Oh fuck.

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[julez-the-great]

Frozen--Han Solo x Reader

“Have you talked to him yet?” Leia whispered to you. You shook your head and leaned against the wall, your weight making the mattress dip slightly. Leia hopped off of the bunk above you and sat beside you on your bed, looking over you.

“No, as a matter of fact, I haven’t,” you said, facing her and crossing your legs. She groaned your name, wondering why it was taking you so long to talk to Han.

“Why?” She quizzed, impatience beginning to thrive through her soul. She stared at you intently, looking through your tough facade and studying your weaknesses.

“I’m scared. Plus I see the way that he looks at you and I don’t want to make things weird,” you explained, resting your head in your hands, hiding your face. A soft smile came from Leia as she placed a delicate hand on your shoulder.

“First off, I know things won’t be weird–you two have been friends long enough for that not to happen. Secondly, if he made a move on me, I wouldn’t dare date with that scoundrel. I promise, the moment you do it, a relief will wash over you,” she explained. You shook your head before releasing a deep sigh and lofting your head.

“I’ll sleep on it,” you told her. She understand and climbed to the bunk above yours before shutting off told he lights.

“I mean it, (y/n).”

–

The next morning you woke up to the sensation and sound of the Millennium Falcon landing. You weren’t aware of where you were, but you knew it had to be important for Han to land somewhere.

Rising from bed, you stretched, noticing that Leia was already up and about for the day. Confused, you changed into your day clothes and walked out of the room and into the common area of the Falcon.

“Where are we?” You yawned. All four of your flight companions sat at the main table, rubbing their eyes and yawning along with you. You sat down on the end of the round booth–next to Luke.

“We’re on Hoth because the princess,” Han threw Leia a snarky glance, “said that there is a Rebel base here.” You let the information process as you sat there, thinking to yourself.

‘It must have been spur of the moment, I guess,’ you thought to yourself. Nodding, you stood and headed for your bunk to get on some clothes for the cold planet.

–

The cool wind nipped at the exposed skin of your nose as you walked along side you comrades, shivering to yourself. The white snow blasted all around you and the only sight was complete whiteness and the flashing lights of the base. Luckily for you, the base wasn’t too far from where the Falcon was.

“You couldn’t have found a better place to park?!” You yelled sarcastically at Han over the howling winds of the blizzard.

“They didn’t have room for us to park inside!” He retorted. Behind you walked Luke and Leia who both snickered and smiled to themselves, amused at the argument that you and Han were having.

“You should have made room!” You yelled once more, bickering with your pilot.

“Alright, well next time I’ll make sure to crash into the base!” All of you walked into the base to feel the relieving heat. You smiled as you threw off your hood and goggles and observed the surrounding tunnels and people rushing through the tunnels.

“The command center is this way,” Leia said, taking the lead and escorting you to the command center. The walls around you were all white except for the pipes that appeared in some spots of the walls. Unzipping your thick winter coat, you watched Han as he followed quietly, also looking at his surroundings.

“A picture lasts longer,” he said, feeling your gaze. Your cheeks began to blush, but luckily for you, you were just outside.

“But that means I’d have to keep it,” you retorted. Han smirked, about to reply when Leia piped up.

“And this is the command center where everything goes down,” she stated, walking over to someone and began having a conversation with them. You wandered off, exploring the area on your own to familiarize yourself with it.

–

After being shown around the entire base, the storm let up, allowing all outside activity to commenced once more. You shrugged on your jacket once more and grabbed your blaster, along with your goggles.

“Hey, Leia, I’m going to take a tauntaun out and go scope the area,” you told her. She nodded before handing you a radio.

“Alright, be back before dark and if you run into trouble, use this radio. Be careful out there,” she instructed. You smiled.

“I will. Thanks, mom,” you laughed before walking off to the port of the base. Here was where all of the ships and other transport vehicles and animals were held. Han was just emerging from the Falcon when he saw you walking in the direction of a free tauntaun.

“Where are you going?” He asked, curious about your suspicious movements. You turned to him, zipping up your jacket and flicking up your hood.

“I’m going exploring. Wanna come Solo?” You teased him. He shook his head.

“Be safe out there kid,” was all he said before walking inside of the base. You shrugged before walking over to the docile creature and giving it a soothing pet before putting a saddle on it and heading out into the frozen tundra, ready to explore this foreign planet.

–

You sat in the cold, shivering. Holding your legs to your chest, you tried to keep warm, but the shivering didn’t stop. The radio Leia had given you was nothing but static and snow was beginning to blow around at a moderate rate. The sun was setting and you knew that you were going to get into some problems. Reaching for your radio one more time, you pressed the button and said one simple word, hoping that someone would hear it and come to your aid.

Han paced the base, worried about your whereabouts. It had been hours since you’ve left and they say a storm was coming once more. He walked around the command center, waiting for any word of where you were.

“I’ve got something,” one of the technicians declared. Han hurried over and saw a little blip on a moniter. “Her radio signal is coming from here.”

Without a word, Han ran to the port and grabbed a tauntaun and essential items before dashing into the wilderness, hoping that you weren’t dead.

Meanwhile, you were now laying in the snow. You��ve lost feeling in your limbs and you were starting to become tired. You wouldn’t be in this situation if you hadn’t have gone out and if your tauntaun hadn’t have run off. Another shiver ran down your spine as your eyelids began to droop and vision began to unfocus.

'Maybe this won’t be so bad,’ you thought to yourself. Your lips were chapped and exposed cheeks were rosey. Your heart rate had gone down significantly and your body was beginning to get a warm feeling circling through it. Hallucinations were beginning to cloud your vision as you thought you saw someone running towards you. Your eyes then fluttered shut as you fell into a deep sleep.

Han had found you and the storm was beginning to come to strength. The sun had just about set as he halted his tauntaun and reached into his backpack, pulling out a small tent.

“Just hand in there a little longer,” he grumbled as he set it up quickly. The wind ruffled the tent as he pulled you inside. Once the tent was zipped up from the elements, he reached into his bag, pulling out a wool blanket and wrapping it around you carefully before pulling out a sleeping bag and laying you next to him in it. Zipping it up, the bath of you sat in complete darkness. Han held you, the human borrito, against him. He then took your goggles off and threw paced them down outside of the two of you.

“It’s going to be a long night, kid.”

–

You woke up in complete darkness. The wind was howling and the tent you were in was shaking violently. Warmth was radiating from your side and you saw none other than Han Solo sleeping peacefully in all his gear. It wasn’t a hallucination. You shifted yourself and felt the blanket that was also wrapped around you. Han’s grip on you tightened as you cuddled into his side, absorbing his warmth.

Grumbling, Han turned on his side, now facing you. Your face was now snuggly pressed to his chest and you could hear the steady beating of his heart through the windy tundra. The sound of his incoherent grumbling could also be heard and you smiled to yourself as another shiver ran down your spine. You entangled your socked-feet with his, making your digits warmer.

Relaxing once more, you rested your head on Han’s bicep, facing towards his body and using him as your heater. The warmth mixed with the soothing sound of the wind and the security coming from the layers wrapped around you, gently lulled you into a calm and peaceful sleep.

–

The next time you woke up, Han was awake, not having moved so he could make sure you were provided with heat. The moment your eyes opened, a look of relied flooded his features. He placed his hand on your forehead, feeling the temperature of your body.

“Still cold. How are you feeling?” He asked you, not moving.

“Warmer,” you chuckled, blushing slightly. “I should have brought someone with me though. This wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t alone.”

“Hey, don’t blame yourself. I should blame myself because I let you leave,” he stated, getting out of the sleeping bag. You followed suit, wriggling out of the blanket and throwing your hood up.

“Let me leave? You don’t control me, Han. I’m a free spirit,” you said, throwing on your boots and watching as he packed the stuff away into his bag.

“Well, I could have tried to stop you. You wouldn’t have almost died if I did,” he grumbled as he got out of the tent. You crawled to the opening, failing to stand. Han helped you up and onto the tauntaun who stayed put throughout the night.

“Well, thanks anyway for coming for me,” you said quietly. Han smirked, hearing every word as clear as can be.

“I’m sorry, come again? I didn’t catch that,” he said, taking the tent down and placing it in the bag. You groaned.

“You heard what I said, Solo,” you grumbled. He smirked as he got behind you on the creature and grabbed the reigns, making it stand and walk back in the direction of the base.

“Just thought I’d milk this situation for those few choice words,” he stated. The area around you was calm and not stormy like the night before. Han’s chest was pressed firmly against your back as you had leaned on him for support on this beast.

“Of course you would,” you said as you saw the base come into view. Standing outside was C3PO.

“Oh maker, they’re alive!” He excalimed as he rushed inside. You smiled at the droid’s actions. Han made the tauntaun go inside the station and you couldn’t be more happy to be there. He carefully got off and helped you stand on your feet.

“Can you walk yet?” He asked, no removing his hands from your hips. You stepped forward, only to stumble. Han side as he lifted you up, carrying you to what you asumed was the infirmary. You blushed as you passed other people through the narrow hallways.

“Now you rest up so we can leave this planet,” Han demanded of you as he set you on the bed in the infirmary. You shot him a glare before laying back and allowing a medical droid to take care of you.

–

“Well?” Luke and Leia asked expectantly as you sat up in the bed. The droid had cleared you to go after giving you some fluids that would help with the exhaustion you were going through, hence why you couldn’t walk.

“I didn’t tell him,” you said, standing on your feet once again. It felt good to feel the ground beneath your feet without the assistance of someone else.

“Why didn’t you tell Han that-” Luke began before Han walked into the room and cut him off.

“Tell Han what?” He asked, looking between the three of you. You glared a Luke as another blush came across your face, this time it wasn’t obscured by the cold–you’ve been warmed up in this room for the past few hours. Luke chuckled nervously before pulling Leia with him out of the room.

“What’s their problem?” He asked before moving to you. You shrugged your shoulders, the nerves beginning to bubble through your gut. “And what am I being told?”

“Well, y-you see,” you stuttered. Han’s gaze was fixed on you, making you even more nervous than before. Taking a deep breath you looked him in the eye as you said, “I have a thing for you.”

Han smirked as he looked over you, determining if you were joking or being genuine.

“You have a thing for me? Han Solo?” You nodded, preparing yourself for rejection. Han’s smirk turned into a smile as he gave you a tight hug.

“I know you do. Always have,” he said. Surprise filled you as you returned the embrace. “I was waiting for you to say something before making a move. Maybe tease you a little, bicker with you.”

“So that must mean you like me too then, right?” Han chuckled, planting a kiss on your forehead. You smiled brightly at the gesture.

“Sure does, sweet cheeks. It’s about time you caught on.”

[rowdyluv]

Like Real People Do - lh43

summary: luke spends time thinking about rosey and how she’s locked him out of her life the last few weeks. he shows up on her doorstep in one last attempt and she lets him in

warnings: small use of y/n, adult content, talk of blackmail, ex boyfriend being harassing, talk of nudes, sweet fluffy luke, depiction of depression overtaken room,

word count: 3.68k+

notes: hozier’s song ‘like real people do’ has been stuck in my head for days. so hence the name ✨ not really based of the title but title is used

adult content is used in this fic, 18+, minors do not interact. Thanksies🫶🏼

Rosey, wasn’t just a girl to Luke. She was the girl.

His girl.

Rosey, a girl who painted the world with her laughter and filled the air with the sweet scent of her favorite honey crop apple scented based shampoo and apple perfume. Her eyes, always bright and sparkling. Luke swore that they could outshine any gem, that her eyes held a depth that he found himself drowning in every time she looked his way. Her hair fell in soft waves just the way she liked for it to, framing her face perfectly. Luke had come to memorize the freckles that danced across her nose like constellations in a summer night sky.

Only she had a way of bringing light to the darkest of days, and Luke allowed himself to bask in her glow whenever she was near.

It was when Luke realized his feelings had grown beyond the confines of friendship that he began to notice the tiniest of things. Like the way she threw her head back when she wholeheartedly laughed at his jokes, how her cheeks flushed that shade of rosey red that never failed to make his heart race. The way she leaned into him when they would watch movies, how her body fit perfectly against his as if they were two puzzle pieces that had finally found their rightful place. And the sweet, lingering scent of her apple shampoo and perfume always seemed to follow him around, leaving a trail of warmth and longing in its wake.

It was in the quietest moments that truly spoke volumes to him recently. When he sat alone where they used to sit together on the tire swings in his backyard, where the setting sun would have been casting a warm glow over her features, that Luke always found himself lost in his thoughts about her. He had found a four leaf clover and picked it. Had he found it months earlier maybe he wouldn’t be sitting here alone.

Months ago he had silently wished for the courage to tell her how he felt, to confess that her smile had become his reason to get out of bed in the morning, and her voice the sweetest melody to his ears, even when she squeaked along to Taylor Swift. He still found it endearing. Yet, fear held him back and then her relationship with Jason held him back. Then he took his opportunity, it seemed to have been mutual. But since that day he’s been alone, Rosey shutting him out. He’s not even sure she’s left her house. Luke has made numerous attempts to go across the street and see her. Her mom stopping his entry with sad eyes and a simple apology each time. The fear of losing her friendship, of her looking at him differently, of shattering the delicate balance they had so carefully maintained for years. The terrifying thought of losing her entirely was overwhelming.

He decided to try again today. The air was cool, the scent of rain lingered from earlier in the day’s downpour, almost as if it was mimicking Luke. The world felt like it was holding its breath waiting for the next heartbreak to happen.

He knocked gently on her door, the anticipation building in his chest like a pressure cooker about to blow. The door swung open and there she was, standing before him, looking just as beautiful as ever, yet sadder than he had ever seen her. The sparkle in her eyes had dimmed and her smile was forced, a mere shadow of its former glory. His heart ached for her, and he wished more than ever that he could just pull her into a hug and take away her pain. Luke’s arms twitched at his side merely able to hold back.

“Rosey.” His voice betrayed him in his attempt to sound strong, instead his voice cracked through the knot in his throat.

Her eyes met his, the pain in them resonating deeply within him. “Hey, Luke,” she managed to say, her voice quieter than the rustling leaves at their feet.

“Can I come in?” He asked tentatively, unsure of his welcome, after being turned away time and time again.

Had she known he’d come?

Rosey nodded, stepping aside to let him enter. The house was eerily silent, a stark contrast to the usual symphony of life that resonated through her walls. The living room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the prying eyes of the world at bay.

Luke’s heart sunk more at the simple sight of the curtains. She used to sit there and watch him and his brothers play out in the street for hours from the window. It slowly turned into her reading nook and their study spot. The open curtains were also Luke’s way of knowing she was home and he could come over. He knew then she really didn’t want to see him.

It was clear she had been crying. The evidence lay scattered across the coffee table in the form of used tissues and an empty pretzels bag.

“Rosey.” Luke whispered. “What’s going on? Why aren’t you letting me in? Letting me help?” His voice barely making it over the knot growing in his throat, fighting the urge to cry seeing his usual happy-go getting girl so deeply depressed.

Rosey took a shaky breath, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She sat down on the couch, her posture deflated, and motioned for Luke to join her. He sat down gently beside her, his arm instinctively reaching out to wrap around her shoulders. She leaned into him, the warmth of her body seeping into his, offering a small sigh of relief. “It’s Jason,” she began, her voice trembling. “He won’t leave me alone. After the breakup, he said he’d make sure no one else could ever have me, not like that.”

Her words hit Luke like a punch to the gut. He had always known that Jason was no good for her, but he never imagined the depth of his spite.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice low and measured, trying to keep his emotions in check.

Rosey took a deep, shuddering breath.

“After we broke up, he kept texting me, saying he had something to show me, something that would change my mind about him. He said it was proof of how much he cared. I was so stupid to believe him. He sent me these pictures... pictures of me that he took without my consent, and said if I didn’t take him back, he’d send them to everyone we know.” The tremble in her voice grew stronger, and Luke felt his blood begin to boil.

The room seemed to close in around them as she spoke, the very air thick with the weight of her words. Luke’s mind raced with a mix of anger, confusion, and fear for her safety. He had always known that Jason had a possessive streak, but this was beyond anything he could have imagined. Jason hitting Rosey was a tough pill to swallow for Luke and now, the thought of anyone seeing Rosey in such a vulnerable state made his stomach churn.

In Luke’s mind she was already his ever since that day at his house.

“Rosey girl, he can’t do that, you’re not 18 yet it’s illegal. Do your parents know?” His arms tightened around her, practically pulling her into his lap in the need to keep her close to him. In fear she may disappear from in front of him again. Luke felt the need to whisper to her although it’s just the two of them in the house.

Rosey nodded, a single tear slipping down her cheek. “They know, but the police said they couldn’t do anything since my face isn’t clear in the photos. They said it’s not enough to prove it’s me and that without that it’s just his word against mine. And everyone knows how convincing he can be.”

Luke’s jaw clenched as he processed this. He had to help her, but the thought of anyone seeing her that way, even for a second, was unbearable. He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or uncertainty, but all he saw was fear and resignation.

“If the faces are unclear or can’t be made out, are you positive it’s you in those pictures, Rosey?” he asked gently, hoping against hope that there was some mistake.

Her gaze remained unwavering. “Yes, Luke. I know it’s me. I know his sick mind and what he’s capable of. He made sure to get enough of me that people would know it’s me, just not my face. It’s like he’s playing a twisted game with me, enjoying my pain without fully crossing the line he knows would land him in trouble.” Her voice was laced with bitterness and despair.

“I need to see them, Rosey.” Luke’s voice was firm, his eyes searching hers for any hint of resistance. “Just show me the blurry faces. I don’t need to see anything else.” He insisted. “I know my sweet Rosey.”

Her eyes searched his, a silent conversation passing between them as the gravity of the situation weighed heavy in the air. After a long moment, she nodded and reached for her phone. Her thumb hovered over the screen, hesitating before finally unlocking it. She scrolled through her messages, finding the dreaded thread from Jason, and handed the phone to Luke.

He took it with trembling hands, his stomach in knots. The first few pictures were blurry, as she had described, but then he saw it.

The mole on the neck of the girl in the photos.

His Rosey doesn’t have a single spot on her neck. He was positive.

Luke knew this for sure, yet he still softly grabbed her by the chin and moved her head around softly to complete the inspection.

“Babygirl, these aren’t you, it’s your blurry face on some other girl’s body.” Luke explains. His thumb softly caressing her tear stained cheek.

“How, how do you know? How can you tell?” Rosey hesitantly asks Luke leaning into his touch.

“From years and years of admiring your beauty. Memorizing every visible part of your body. Look here, this girl has a mole on her neck, you have no markings on your neck. Just right here.” Luke taps her nose for emphasis. Earning a small giggle and a smile.

Rosey lunges into Luke’s arm, her face in the crook of his neck. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Lukey,” she whispers, her voice muffled against his skin.

Luke’s heart swells with a mix of affection and pain. He wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly as she sobs. Her tears dampen his shirt, but he doesn’t care. All that matters is that she’s here, with him, and he’s going to do everything in his power to make this right.

“Rosey, I’m going to talk to your parents, and we’re going to deal with this. I won’t let him keep doing this to you. You’re worth more than his twisted games.” He whispers into her hair, inhaling the sweet apple scent that has become a balm to his soul. “I can’t go another second of another day without you.” Luke nearly whimpers, his heart cracking at the thought of her putting him out again after jumping into his arms.

Rosey pulls away slightly, wiping at her eyes. She sniffs and looks up at him, her gaze earnest.

“I’m sorry for shutting you out, Luke. I just didn’t know how to face you after everything. I was so afraid of disappointing you that I couldn’t even look at you without feeling like I had failed.” More tears fall, tracing a delicate path down her cheeks, reflecting the dim light from the window.

Luke’s heart feels as though it’s been ripped out of his chest and handed back to him in a million pieces and they’re slowly putting it back together while in each other’s arms. He cups her face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away the fresh tears. “Rosey, you could never disappoint me. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I just want to be here for you, to help you through this.” His eyes are filled with sincerity, his voice raw with emotion.

Rosey’s eyes searched his features, looking for the truth in his words. The sadness in her gaze slowly lifts as she nods. “I just... I just didn’t know how to deal with it all. And the thought of losing you, too... it was too much.” Her voice cracks, her grip on his shirt tightening.

With her eyes still on his, Luke leans in closer, his heart racing. The scent of her apple perfume fills his nostrils, and he feels like he’s been waiting for this moment for an eternity. Her eyes flick down to his lips and back up to meet his again, a silent invitation that sends his pulse soaring. He whispers, “Tell me to stop if I should, Ro,” his voice barely audible above the sound of their mingled breaths.

Rosey’s gaze holds his, and for a moment, she seems to weigh his words. But then, she tilts her head slightly, closing the space between them. Her eyes flutter shut, and Luke sees this is it. He’s been given the green light, and he’s not about to waste it. He’s been waiting weeks to feel this alive again. He presses his lips to hers, tentative at first, feeling the softness of her mouth, the warmth of her breath mingling with his own. They were frozen in time, the air charged with unspoken confessions and long-held desires. It was then that Luke’s heart skipped a beat, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He leaned in, the anticipation making his stomach flip just like the first time. He felt the warmth of her breath mingle with his, and it was all the encouragement he needed.

Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as if they were trying to make up for lost time. Luke’s hand slid into her hair, feeling the softness of the strands between his fingers. A soft sigh leaves Rosey’s mouth and Luke nab’s his chance to explore her mouth with his tongue.

He’s dreamt of this moment happening again for what felt like forever. The way she melted into him was like she had been waiting for this moment too. It started off as the sweetest, most tender kiss he had ever experienced, and moved to the sweetest and neediest kiss. And it left him feeling like he could conquer the world.

The sound of the door opening and closing brought them back to reality, but they didn’t pull away, lost in the moment. It wasn’t until they heard the unmistakable sound of her parents’ footsteps approaching that they broke apart, their eyes wide with panic.

“Y/n, honey, we’re home,” her mother’s voice called out from the hallway.

The two of them sprang apart, hearts racing, evidence of their passion filled kiss placed on both their faces, swollen lips, bliss filled eyes, messy hair and looking straight in the face of impending parental judgment.

Luke’s mind raced, trying to come up with an excuse for the intimate position they’d been caught in. If this was his house Ellen and Jim wouldn’t think twice about Rosey straddling across their son’s lap as she is. They have two older sons they had to live through.

He glanced at the phone still in his hand, the non-incriminating evidence of Jason’s threats a reminder of how they ended up this way. They both jumped to their feet as the footsteps grew closer, the sudden realization of the situation crashing over them like a wave.

“We need to tell them,” Luke murmured, slipping the phone into his pocket and placing a comforting hand on her arm.

Rosey nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and hope. They stepped out of the living room, her parents’ footsteps drawing nearer. Her mother’s cheerful voice calling out to her was a stark contrast to the turmoil within.

“Y/N, we’re ho— oh!” her mother’s voice grew louder as her parents approached Luke and their daughter in the hallway to the living room.

Rosey’s mother stopped abruptly, her eyes taking in the scene before her. The way Luke’s hand rested protectively on her daughter’s arm, the lingering closeness of their bodies. The look on their faces was one of pure panic and shock, but it was quickly replaced with something else, something she hadn’t seen in her daughter’s eyes in a long time—happiness.

Her father’s voice cut through the silence, a teasing tone in his words. “Nice to see you let Luke in finally. Poor boy looked like a lost puppy every time he stopped by, hoping to catch a glimpse of you, sweetheart.” He winked at his daughter, trying to lighten the mood.

Rosey felt a blush creep up her neck, her eyes darting to her mother, who gave her a knowing smile. It wasn’t lost on her that her parents had noticed the change in her demeanor and the persistent presence of Luke at their doorstep.

She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. “Mom, Dad, we need to talk. It’s about Jason,” she began, her voice wavering.

Her father’s playful expression faded, replaced with concern. He stepped closer to them, his hand landing on her shoulder. “What’s he done now?” His voice was firm, the protective instincts of a parent coming to the forefront.

Luke’s arm instinctively tightened around Rosey.

“I.. uhm respectfully i look at the pictures.” Rosey’s parents eye’s widened. Her father’s face turning sour at the thought of another boy seeing his baby girl that way. Scaring Luke silent.

“Daddy listen.” Rosey urged her father.

Clearing his throat, Luke continued. “I only looked at the pictures from the neck up. Yes I know the faces are blurry but the amount of time I’ve known your daughter, and honestly the time I have spent in love with her I’m confident in my ability to know her by the features I’ve seen almost everyday since we were little.”

Rosey’s mom is looking at Luke in awe as he rambles about her little girl. The love he’s had for her has been evident for many years and if he’s truly on to something her husband may just finally let go and let him in.

“What are you getting at son?” Her father growing impatient.

“Ro, zoom back in them please?” Luke ask softly knowing even opening them still makes her queasy.

“If you look here, this girl has a mole on her neck. Rosey doesn’t have a single mole or freckle on her neck. The only place, that I have ever been able to see sir, she has freckles is across her nose.”

Rosey’s mother took the phone, her eyes inspecting the blurry images. She nods in understanding, looking back up at her daughter with a fierce expression. “We will deal with this, honey. Your dad and I will handle it. You don’t have to worry anymore.”

Her father’s gaze switched from the phone to Luke. He studied him, his eyes intense and searching. Then he spoke, his voice a mix of relief and warning. “You’re right, son. I’m trusting you to keep an eye on her, keep her safe. Don’t let anything happen to my little girl. Just don’t let yourself learn where anymore freckles on my baby girl are!”

Luke laughs nervously at his last statement.

“I understand, sir. I promise to do everything in my power to protect her. She means more to me than you could ever know,” Luke replied solemnly, his love hazed eyes never leaving hers.

Her father’s gaze softened slightly, recognizing the sincerity in Luke’s voice. “Good. Because she’s going to need someone like you by her side.” He squeezed her shoulder gently before turning to his wife. “Let’s go upstairs and talk this through, honey. I think these two have some things to discuss as well.”

With a knowing smile, her mother nodded, leaving them alone in the hallway. The air was thick with tension, but there was also a newfound sense of unity between them.

Luke’s hand found hers, and she laced their fingers together, feeling a rush of comfort at the simple touch.

The two sat back down on the couch, the earlier intimacy of their embrace now replaced by a shared comfort knowing her parents are pushing to overcome this latest hurdle.

“Thank you, Luke,” she murmured, leaning her head against his shoulder. “Really, truly I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against his. “You’ll never have to find out, Ro. I’m not going anywhere.” His voice was firm, the words a promise that he intended to keep.

Rosey’s eyes closed as she melted into his embrace, letting out a sigh of relief. The tension in her shoulders visibly dissipated as she felt his comforting touch. For a moment, she allowed herself to just be in the safety of his arms, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her chest. It was a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long few weeks, and it filled her with a sense of peace she hadn’t realized she’d been missing.

“Lukey?” She mumbled.

“Yes pretty girl?”

“Back to the last time I saw you, can I fulfill what I said? I want to be yours and just yours. Now and forever. A real relationship where I can kiss you like real people do and I can tell you I love you whenever and it not be weird and-”

Without allowing another word, Luke leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, silencing her nervous babbling with a gentle, lingering kiss. It was a promise and a declaration wrapped in one sweet embrace.

His eyes meeting hers the second they parted, and he uttered the ever so softest "yes" against her lips. “God, yes Rosey be mine.”

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Timeless

𝘥𝘢𝘥!𝘓𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘹 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘌𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘺𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

Authors Note: the original version of this AU is still posted down in the abyss of the blog, however this is the rejuvenated version 🌼

🌹Original Character Boards:

Emersyn’s Profile

Emersyn’s Aesthetic

💌Fics:

Run to You

Like Real People Do

🥵Smut: MDNI

Curious Hands - very tame / mild smut

🤏🏼Blurbs:

Rosey Red

Pregnancy Announcements:

Friends

Emersyn Learns to “Chirp”

Left Alone

🍼Headcannons:

🤳Social Media:

𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚜 - 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚢

“happy birftday dada”

❔​→timeless asks

✨not all asks will be linked, only the ones of high importance or ideas that open new plot lines ✨

calling for blanks

finding out they’re having a baby

finding out they’re having a baby extension

Emersyn’s birthday -> importance -> how the public found out & how the hate started

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can’t deny those curls - insta

note: first post for the new revamped (new plot) for dad!luke au🥰

summary: snarky insta post made by rosey (reader) saying between Luke’s head of curls and their little one’s curls there is no denying she is his child

warnings: suggestive topic brought up, bullying towards rosey, rude towards child, Luke being defensive,

rosey_yn has posted for the first time in a while!

rosey_yn 3m ago

liked by lhughes_06, jackhughes, elblue6 and others

rosey_yn: take a good look at my man’s head of curls…then look at OUR baby girl’s curls and try to tell me he isn’t HER daddy.

tagged: lhughes_06

edwards.73: baby hughes

njdevils: our favorite devil! emersyn of course, not the dad or her uncle.

↪️ rosey_yn: she’s definitely the biggest devils fan.

jackhughes: idk how you tame Em’s hair in a little under a year but Luke can’t in 21.

liked by rosey_yn, _quinnhughes, & trevorzegras

↪️ rosey_yn: well, you see it is our lukey you’re talking about after all

dylanduke25: when am i going to get to see my niece again

↪️ lucafantilli: we already know emmy is yours and Luke’s we lived through the conception let us see her

↪️curtislazar95: emmy is the only confirmation that rusty is not a virgin.

↪️dylanduke25: can give plenty of firm confirmation that he in fact was not waaaay before pre-knowledge of emmy.

↪️_quinnhughes: dukers, fantilli my mother can see this and i now have to bleach my eyes for seeing this about my baby brother and rosey

roseymorelikehoesy: lmfao if dark hair and curls makes luke her daddy, guess that makes luke my daddy too lhughes_06 daddy you left for milk so long ago :(

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roseyposey_43: you and Luke make the perfect parents and the most precious child! emersyn is by far the cutest hughes - the long lived debate is officially over

↪️ lukeypookie: IF that baby IS Luke’s and y/n’s. she definitely didn’t get any of her looks from y/n. she is spitting image of a hughes and not a single mark of disgusting is to be seen.

↪️ hughesurdaddy43x2: only flaw she might have is her mother and that she can’t choose

lhughes_06: Everyone who has something rude, disgusting, or questioning to say about my girlfriend can leave her and her account alone. She is the mother of our daughter, Emersyn. Yes our daughter. There is no doubt that the perfect little girl is mine. Both of them mean more to me than I could ever possibly try to put into words. Seeing people who are supposedly supporters of myself, my team and my brothers make awful comments about my little family is frustrating and hurtful. So please stop and if you can’t stop, remove yourself from the equation. You control what you see and interact with on the internet. Simply ignore the things you dislike.

Thank you. - LH

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Rosey Red

summary: quick blurb (rough rough rough writing) on how y/n got the nickname rosey.

notes: UPDATED 6/21!! Still rough writing im exhausted and i wrote through tumblr drafts but i fixed spelling errors and added some details. hoping to get the new word count when i get to my laptop top!!I will most likely rewrite this so it isn’t such icky writing when I’m not at work. I got asked to stay over :(

word count: unsure now that it’s updated

This takes place around age 11, mid-January for it to be so cold.

It was the dead of winter, -4° Fahrenheit, and the three Hughes brothers were out in the street playing ball hockey. Having the time of their lives, or at least that’s what it looked like to those who caught a glimpse of them. The girl who lived directly across from the boys’ house, often watched them play from her living room window. Today was no exception to the rest, standing behind the window wrapped up in a cozy blanket while sipping hot chocolate she watched them run back and forth.

Despite the freezing temperatures she couldn’t help but be drawn outside by the boys' laughter and energetic game. Luke, the youngest Hughes, noticed her first. He paused, mid-swing for his shot with a wide grin spreading across his face, and he waved over to her. "Hey, want to join us?" he asked jogging over to her. Her eyes widened a little as she considered the invitation. Her and Luke were in the same class at school and knew of each other, but didn’t speak to one another unless they were grouped up. Their friend groups didn’t cross paths often, if at all. So the fact that Luke spoke to her, let alone invited her to join their game, it surprised her. After a moment of sheer shock shook through her, she nodded, setting her mug down on the porch railing. "Uhm sure, but I've never played before," she admitted, a bit embarrassed but excited at the chance to join her neighbors, and her classmate - the boy every guy wants to be friends with and every girl wants to ‘date’.

“Luuuuke! If she’s never played before we will have to explain everything.” Both of the younger children whip their heads towards the slightly older boy who was whining.

“Oh. If I am going to be a problem I won’t play. I can keep watching from my window.” Defeated she turned to go back into her house. Luke reached out and grabbed her wrist before she could grab her door knob. Luke was unsure what to say. He’d never grabbed ahold of a girl before with the intent to have her stick around. He acted impulsively. He knew that he was intrigued by her at school and he saw an opportunity to get to know her outside of school. A chance to be friends where their other friends’ opinions didn’t matter.

In the moment he says the first thing he thinks, “Wait.. Please? My brother Jack he is just so, well he’s all hockey and nothing else really and takes every style serious. He can play with Quinn and we can hang out?” He talked so fast he had to pause to catch his breath. “We could go watch a movie at my house or play a game or something .” He finished his offer plea and shifted awkwardly, silently pleading for her to come with him.

Her expression slowly shifted from upset that Jack had denied Luke’s invitation for her to join them, back to pleased.

“What do ya say Rosey?” He asks as she’d been quiet for quite some time. “Rosey? That’s… That isn’t my name.” She quietly mumbles, her cheeks darkening more than they were tinged from the blistering cold. “I know.” Luke chuckled a bit and shook his head. “I know that it is y/n, but I’m going to call you Rosey. Every time I catch you looking at me and smile back, your cheeks turn this Rosey red color.” Luke gave her a big cheeky smile. The kind of smile that crinkles the corner of your eyes. “Come on my mom has cookies and the best cozy blankets. I bet it’s better than the one you were bundled up in earlier. Plus your rosey red cheeks are giving you away for how cold you are”.

And from that day on, she was Rosey to the Hughes’s and to any one she was introduced to by Luke.

note: hii thank you for reading this blurb about Luke and Rosey! keep in mind Rosey is intended to be the fem!reader. I wanted to try something different for this au/series. I wanted to be able to write with the female reader and luke as the main characters in the piece and not consistently use y/n every time someone speaks about her. I feel like it will flow better. When we get to the point where we have other people’s as the main characters or thoughts, depending on who it is, Rosey will be referred to as y/n.

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Mothers Know Best

summary: it’s luke’s off morning and he’s home alone with emersyn who isn’t acting her usual bubbly happy self. it’s when he puts her down early for her nap he notices something is actually wrong

warnings: soft dad!luke, fluffy -> angst, sick baby, stressed parent, parent feels they aren’t doing right

word count: 1.56k

notes: this was originally wrote for the single dad version of the au so if i missed any name changes please let me know

Emersyn was not the same today. Her usual bubbly giggles were replaced with whines that pierced the quiet afternoon like a siren. Luke had never seen his little girl so clingy and fussy. She was a ball of pink and white, sticking to him like a piece of gum to a hot sidewalk. It was a rare moment he had that she was distracted by her blanks or a toy next to her.

He tried everything to calm her down—his usual go-to distractions of peekaboo, Winnie the Pooh and even the tickle monster. Nothing worked. Her eyes searched for him, wide and desperate, every time he tried to sneak away. The house felt like it was closing in on him, the air thick with the weight of her cries. The moment his body crossed the threshold to the kitchen from the living room she was screaming for him. Mousey little calls for “dada.” Rattled out of her mouth just as the cries rattled her body. Tension was tightening in Luke’s chest, making it hard to breathe.

What was wrong with her? Why was she acting like this? She’s ate, barely, but he fed her. She has a clean diaper. He’s checked numerous times. They’ve played or he’s tried to play and she wasn’t having any of it. She has her blanks and her Finn plushie from Quinn. Luke pulled his hands through his hair and huffed out.

Emersyn drew him out of his thoughts by pulling on the hem of his shorts. She had blanks and fin in one of her hands and the other grasping his shorts. Her bottom lip stuck out quivering.

“Okay, okay, baby girl, let’s go for a nap, yeah?” Luke’s voice was strained with worry. He scooped her up into his arms, the softness of her skin burning against his. She didn’t protest, a sign that something was seriously off. Usually, she’d fight naps like a champ, insisting she was a big kid. But today she just snuggled into his neck, the heat from her forehead seeping into his skin. He carried her to her room, the hallway seeming to stretch on forever. The gentle squeak of his shoes on the floor was the only sound except for her shallow breaths.

Her nursery was a soft explosion of pink and white, but today it felt like a prison cell. The curtains were drawn, leaving only a sliver of light that painted the room in a sad, yellow glow. He laid her down on the crib mattress, her favorite blanket underneath her. He could hear the faint rattle in her breathing, and it was like nails on a chalkboard to his overworked nerves. He leaned over to kiss her forehead, and that’s when it all clicked. He realized how hot she was against him. She was a little furnace that had been running on overdrive. When he had picked her up first thought was she was warm from overworking herself. All the crying she had been doing was what made her warm. But no. This was definitely different.

Panic took over him like a wildfire. He knew that sound all too well. It was the same sound he heard last winter when she had croup. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but the feeling in his gut was heavy. He grabbed the thermometer and quickly scanned her forehead. The beep was like a gunshot, echoing through the room. He checked the display. 102 degrees. His heart plummeted.

With trembling hands, he picked Emersyn up again, cradling her closer to his chest. He didn’t know what to do. Was this just a cold or something more? His mind raced with all the worst scenarios. He needed Rosey, she’d know what to do. He fumbled with his phone, his thumbs slipping over the screen as he typed out a frantic text. “Come home. Emmy’s not okay. Something’s wrong.”

But as he hit send, he knew that wasn’t enough. He needed advice now, and his mother, Ellen, was the next best thing. He dialed her number, his voice wavering when she answered.

“Mom, Emersyn’s not right. She’s so warm and... I don’t know. Her breathing is funny again.” The words tumbled out of him like a waterfall.

Ellen’s voice was calm and soothing, a stark contrast to the chaos in Luke’s mind. “Okay, sweetheart, just breathe. Tell me what’s happening. Is she still crying?”

“No, she’s just... listless. And her breathing, it’s like she’s fighting to get air in. And she’s so warm, Mom. So warm. What if I’ve missed something? What if I’m not doing this right?” The doubt in his voice was palpable, even through the phone.

Ellen’s calmness was a balm to his fear. “You’re doing everything right, Luke. You’re a wonderful father. It’s probably just a fever, but we’ll figure it out together. Has she had any other symptoms? Runny nose, cough, anything?”

Luke’s eyes searched Emersyn’s face as he talked to his mom, looking for any sign of distress she might be trying to hide. “No, nothing like that. She’s just been clingy and whiny all day. And her breathing... I.. I didn’t notice it until I tried to put her down for a nap but I swear..it’s like she’s fighting for every breath she takes. Just like last winter.”

Ellen’s voice remained calm, her years of experience as a mother and grandmother steadying him. “Alright, let’s not panic. It could just be a summer cold, but you’re doing the right thing by keeping an eye on her. Give her some children’s Tylenol to bring down the fever. It’s in the medicine cabinet, right?”

Luke nodded, even though she couldn’t see him. “Yes, but I’m scared, Mom. What if it’s more than just a cold?” His voice cracked, and he felt his eyes burn with unshed tears.

Before his mother could respond, he heard the sound of the front door bursting open, followed by the thunder of quick footsteps. “Luke? Emmy?” Rosey’s voice echoed through the house, filled with urgency. Relief flooded him, and he rushed out of the nursery, Emersyn still in his arms.

Her eyes searched the room, finding him in the hallway. They widened when she took in their daughters state. “What’s wrong?” She demanded, breathless.

He met her gaze, his eyes pleading. “Her breathing, it’s off. And she’s so warm. I don’t know what to do. I called you because...” His voice trailed off, his throat tight with emotion.

Rosey took Emersyn from his arms, her eyes scanning her daughter’s flushed face. She felt her forehead and nodded gravely. “We need to get her temperature down. Did you give her anything?”

“No, I just took her temperature and texted you. I didn’t know what to do. I called my mom too. She reminded me to give her medicine but then you got home.. God Ro. See I can’t do this without you here I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Rosey’s heart ached for the fear etched on Luke’s face. He was a fantastic father, but she knew he had moments of doubt like anyone else. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for not being there when he needed her most, but he only has a couple free mornings and errands were demanding her attention. But now was not the time for self-recrimination. Emersyn’s health was the priority.

“Let’s get her some water and meds,” she said, taking the lead. She moved swiftly to the kitchen, her shoes slapping against the cold tile floor. Luke followed, his eyes never leaving their daughter. Rosey grabbed the children’s Tylenol and a sippy cup filled with lukewarm water. The kitchen was bathed in the yellow glow from the nursery, a stark reminder of the concern that now filled their usually cheerful home.

Back in the living room, she placed Emersyn in her play pen, surrounded by her favorite toys. The play pen had seen countless moments of giggles and growth, but today it was a makeshift sick bay. She unwrapped the fever reducer, and with a gentle touch, gave it to Emersyn. Their daughter’s eyes searched hers, full of trust despite her discomfort. With trembling hands, Luke gave her the water, his eyes never leaving hers. They watched as she took a sip, the medicine quickly following. Emersyn’s tiny hand clutched the cup, her grip tight.

Once the medicine was down, Rosey turned to Luke, her eyes softening. “Thank you for texting me. You did the right thing. We’re in this together, okay? Everything with Em is on both of us, not just on you or on me. It takes two, or an army as momma Ellen says.” She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. The tension between them eased slightly.

“Thank you, believing in me, Ro,” Luke murmured, his eyes never leaving their daughter. The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. It wasn’t just about this moment, it was about every moment he felt inadequate as a father. Every time he didn’t know what to do, every time he second-guessed himself, every time he thought he was failing. Her belief in him was like a beacon in the fog.

Rosey leaned her head on his shoulder, her hands intertwined with his. “Lukey, I’ve believed in you since we were kids, of course I’m going to believe in you with our baby girl,” she whispered, her voice a balm to his fear.

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“Happy birftday Dada!”

summary: Instagram Posts: Jack, Quinn, & Luke

warnings: pure cute, fluffy, family oriented posts

notes: i fumbled around with writing a full fic and a couple different blurbs for the idea @mommahughes19-23 and i had spitballed around the days before Luke’s birthday. i never ended up liking any of the options that i wrote so i present you three instagram edits in one…

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@jackhughes : i can’t say no when a tiny sweeter, much cuter version of my baby brother asks for help.

tagged : @lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes @rosey_yn

location : Emmy’s cellys Lukey

_quinnhughes : very little paint used on the “painting” but all that paint on her……and blanks…

lhughes_06 : Emersyn can’t wait to hang up her painting when we’re all back in Jersey.

nicohischier : My sweet little Hughes. What did they do?

dawson1417 : Very Jack of you to do.

edwards.73 : @lhughes_06 please hang it up in the living room. Everyone will be reminded you’re the best daddy ever first thing

jackhughes : @edwards.73 you would try to ruin this

rosey_yn : jack rowden. i will be holding a lecture on “how to say no” weekly until you grasp it once we’re back home.

elblue6 : How sweet! My sweetest baby made her daddy a gift with my other baby.

dylanduke25 : @_quinnhughes was blanks salvageable? is lil bit in meltdown mode?

_quinnhughes: @dylanduke25 pulled out the last one mom had saved. jack ruined the other

john.marino97 : bring that little shit to me in utah. I miss her cuddles.

curtislazar95 : chirp chirp chirp

holtz_10 : see ya in Vegas little buddy, you too jack

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_quinnhughes added to his story!

jackhughes replied: was the blanket picture before or after you fell asleep watching her😜?

rosey_yn replied: fyi those paint markers are NOT washable either…but at least you bathed her & you put her down for a nap…and Luke wasn’t too mad 🥲

lhughes_06 replied: thanks for the sweet gift. next time don’t fall asleep with paint pens in reach of a two year old who could wake up at any moment!! my poor hat😞

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lhughes_06: my girls are too sweet. some one fell asleep with their niece during nap time… my hat paid the price when Emersyn faked out her uncle Q.

tagged: rosey_yn, _quinnhughes

njdevils: emersyn for merchandising

canucks: what they said!

_quinnhughes: she didn’t fake me out she WAS asleep.

rosey_yn: I believe you huggy. luke needs his jack..I mean diva moment.. @ _quinnhughes

lhughes_06: my hat is ruined and you’re calling me a diva

rosey_yn: yes

_quinnhughes: yes

nicohischier: yes

dylanduke25: yes

curtislazar95: finally you all listen to me. My little bestie did a great job on the hat! I want one.

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editted to add: I want to give a BIG thank you to @mommahughes19-23 for helping me with the layout for instagram edit posts, and for her (her daughter’s) help with the toddler appropriate title. Without her help this installment may have never made an appearance in the series.

I strongly suggest you go check out her blog! Her insta edit posts are how I stumbled across her account and I L O V E them. her pinned post is a masterlist!

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Introducing Emersyn

• Daughter of Luke and Y/N - affectionately known as Rosey when writing.

• 2 years old

• Her first word was “dada” followed by blank, for her blanket.

• Her blank (blankie later on) goes everywhere. There are duplicates at everyone’s houses, after being left behind on a plane sometime when she was 1.

•Quinn has two on hand incase of a travel mishap. So one can be brought back home.

• She has a temper that matches her uncle Jack’s. They can put one another to shame.

• Biggest daddy’s girl there ever has been. Until she sees Ellen or she’s sick, then it’s all mom.

• She crawled at 7 months, a week later she stood unassisted, two days later she shuffled her way - grasping on to her playpen- to the tv stand smacking it excitedly at seeing Luke and Jack on the screen.

note: just a few thoughts for Emersyn, I don’t want to give away too much about her as it will give away most of her story line so far. if you have any ideas or suggestions please send them in!

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Luke’s reaction to Rosey being pregnant? Who was the first person to find out rosey was pregnant?

note: remember that rosey is a nickname Luke gave to you when you two were younger….

Ellen and your (Rosey’s) mom were the first to know. The mom’s were having lunch at the Hughes’s when you texted them both asking which test was the best to buy. Which put the mom’s into a frenzy. They both jumped into action forgetting their lunch. Both were way too aggressive about finding out where you were in that moment. Neither mother stopped long enough to process that it was their teenage, college student daughter and son’s girlfriend who they were talking to.

As for Luke ..

He honestly thought you (rosey) were playing a joke on him at first, he wasn’t very happy initially either... (more in depth further down) plus They had just started their first year of college when everything surfaced for them.

Timeline Breakdown: so we established in a previous post that Emersyn’s birthday is April 8th 2022. To lay out how everything falls into place:

Using math, and then using a generator online to double check myself, with that birthdate a round about date of conception would be between June 30th to July 4th of 2021..

I’m thinking of going on the line with usually has more of an irregular cycle, often skipping months as is so she didn’t think much of it. Until she starts to feel sluggish and sick. She notices she’s pushing two missed periods and is more into the 9 weeks mark. By now classes have started at umich. She’s missing quite a few of classes because she’s having problems with nausea. The first trimester ends in October.

She went to the closest pharmacy and that’s when you call the moms. They had her go back to the dorms and wait for them to come. They showed up with test after test.

Rosey stuck all different types of tests in a cup, the next few minutes were agonizingly slow for all three women. Of course each one of the used tests had their own form of positive.

September 13, is the day she found out for sure. Rosey wasn’t sure when to tell Luke, she didn’t want to right away because she hadn’t wrapped her own head around it yet. But Luke being Luke and he was antsy about you still being sick. The moms talked her into telling him the same day…

Luke came over to her dorm right after his practice and was concerned to see his mom and Rosey’s mom in the kitchenette / lounge area. He asked the moms where Rosey was and Ellen quietly told him to go talk to her in her room.

A million thoughts ran through his mind as he approached her door. Was something wrong with her? Had she been holding something back from him? He knocked on her bedroom door, small soft voice called out shakily, “you can come in,”Luke pushed the door open and soaked in the sight of his usual bubbly, warm, inviting girlfriend that sits on the middle of her bed closed off, pale, and almost unrecognizable. Luke took a step in and shut the door behind him before walking towards her. “Ba—” She cut him off. She flinched from at the start of the pet name. “Don’t say that, dear god please don’t say that.” Her voice continued to shake, this time only worse. Luke looked at her questioningly. She glanced up and met his eyes. Then it happened. The words poured out of her mouth like she spewing them out. She couldn’t wait a moment longer after seeing his the hurt, questioning eyes.

“Luke-I’m-Pregnant.” The words came out practically as one single word

In a blink of an Rosey was a mess of tears, stumbling off if her bed, over to stand in front of him.

Moments of silence passed between them.

“Lukey.” Her voice barely audible, her body rattled her with sobs. Luke was stiff as a board wanting to reach out for her but his body physically unwilling. He hated seeing her cry. It killed him, but his twinge of anger was fueling him more than anything else.

“What do you mean you’re pregnant, y/n?!” Luke’s voice bounced around in her head a lot louder than it actually was when he spoke. Rosey took a couple steps away from Luke. He never rose his voice at her. “I’m serious y/n. Is this some kind of joke you set up since you’ve been sick?” Luke’s volume was much higher this time. Rosey was shocked that he had yelled at her, she was even more shocked that he addressed her by her legal name. The last time Luke had directly called her, by her legal name was such a long time ago neither of them remember when it happened.

Disbelief was written all across her face, eyes wide, and her heart racing.

“Luke Warren Hughes.” His names left her lips in an angry whisper. A dramatic contrast to that of his booming predecessor questioning. “What I mean is that you and I are having a baby together. Whether you’re on board or not.” Rosey paused taking a centering breath. “That is what happens when we have sex and we make the decision to continue even when you realize there isn’t a condom to be found in your’s or Jack’s room at the lake house.” With renowned confidence she approached him and pushed her flat palm on his chest with emphasis on the word ‘we’. Her voice getting stronger, louder as she went on. Getting angrier at the thought of all he said.

“We had unprotected sex Luke. It was a possibility, you know that. It was a mutual decision to have sex without protection.” Rosey dropped her forehead to his chest. Luke’s arms twitch at his side, wanting to embrace her, he just can’t make himself move to do so. “We talked.. We said we aren’t going to be with anyone else why does it matter. It wasn’t a big deal then to go without one and you.. YOU said that we would be okay with anything to come our way this year. You promised me. I know we didn’t expect a baby to be apart of college, this early on, or really I don’t know how you feel about wanting kids.. So why would you even think I would joke about this.”

Luke’s head was spinning he wasn’t sure what to say or do. She shocked him when she suddenly announced it the way she did. He was just confused and he just did what he does best and it was blurting out the first thing in is mind. He wanted to turn and leave to figure out what to say but if he leaves he knows that would look like he’s walking out on their relationship.

As if telepathy was real Ellen knocked on the door and entered after announcing herself. “Now that emotions are out. Let’s go both of you, out here. We’re getting this settled, and Luke.” Ellen’s tone of voice started of soft and turned to one only mother ready to discipline has. “Your father and I raised you better than this. I thought you knew better than to raise your voice at your significant other. Even when angry you can keep a level tone of voice.” Luke’s face falls as he glances over at the love of his life. He knew yelling at her was wrong. He knew everything he said to her was wrong.

How am I ever going to get myself out of this.