#and don't get me started on glass and luke

[aperrywilliams]

That Wasn't Fake (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader.

Request: Can you write a Spencer fic where the reader is kind of quiet and shy when she begins working at the BAU, and Spencer has a crush on her, and then they have a case, and she has to like to seduce the unsub lowkey and everyone kind of like...how is she going to do this shes not very outgoing but when she does shes really good at it, and everyone is surprised and impressed.

Summary:  You're shy and reserved. Spencer has a crush on you, and unbeknown to him, you have a crush on him. Maybe the cat can get out of the bag when you have to step aside of your comfort zone to catch an elusive unsub.

Word Count: 4.2k (no self control here)

Warnings: Words like 'fuck' and 'bitch'. A rant about self-doubt. Typical CM stuff: unsubs, killings, etc.

A/N: Another request I loved! It should have been a little shorter, but I'm having a hard time getting to the point these days. Please keep sending requests!

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Spencer knows it is inappropriate, but he can't help it. You're coworkers, and that itself sets a boundary, so he shouldn't be thinking of trespassing.

But the crush he has on you seems to grow every day.

He doesn't know if it is your beautiful smile, the kindness you show in everything you do, or the enthusiasm you put into every task you are committed to. Since the moment he saw you pass the bullpen glass doors, Spencer knew he was damned.

From that moment, Spencer knew he wanted to know you and learn everything about you. About what you liked, what you hated, and what your fears and dreams were. Everything.

But not much after that revelation in his mind, he understood it wasn't going to be easy to get to you.

You were extremely shy and reserved.

In fact, your first interaction - when Emily introduced you both - consisted of a wave of your hand and a timid 'nice to meet you.'

He thought as time went by, you would loosen and become less bashful and quiet. And in part, he was right. As the months passed, you began to feel more comfortable within the team. You laughed at Luke's jokes, you commented on Rossi's stories, and you could even - when the stars aligned - crack a joke yourself to Tara or Matt.

But beyond that, no one knew much about your life outside of the BAU, unlike JJ, who always talks about her kids and her husband, or Matt, who talks about his kids, too. Or Tara, who recounts her failed dates. Or the same Luke who always shows photos of Roxy.

You, on the other hand, seemed to be an enigma. But Spencer Reid loved decoding enigmas.

At first, he turned his interest in you out of mere scientific curiosity. However, internally, he knew it wasn't just that.

It started with small random questions about the times you worked together: Is this coffee okay? What was the last book you read? Do you think we should buy some donuts for the team?

If you were honest, it picked your interest why, from all people, Dr. Spencer Reid was so adamant in making conversation with you.

From what you knew and from what the team said, Spencer was not a person very interested in things other than work or books. But suddenly, out of nowhere, he asked you what the last movie you saw was or something like that.

You always answered his questions; however, you would have liked to be much more talkative and engage in longer conversations, but your nature stopped you.

'What if I don't have anything more interesting for him to say?'

'Does he just talk to me because he feels sorry for me?'

And that was the big issue: you have never had problems with the way you live your life. You're pretty satisfied with what you do in your job and out of it, too. But you have always thought you are too 'simple' to entertain people's interest.

And to be honest, being surrounded by people with so much experience and big things happening in their lives still intimidates you a bit. So, you usually refrain from talking too much about yourself or anything for that matter.

But with Spencer, things are a bit different. He's always checking on you but respects your boundaries. He has learned that sometimes you just don't want to talk, and he doesn't push.

Despite his interest beyond the professional, Spencer would never do anything to make you uncomfortable. Being able to share time with you will have to be enough for him.

In a way, he has become your protector. He is your backup during interrogations or in situations where you can feel awkward, like the times when some police officers tried to flirt with you and got too close. Sure, you know how to turn them down, but sometimes guys don't get the memo and keep pushing. You're too shy to yell or be aggressive about it.

The team also understands the way you are, and they know it does not make you any less professional. However, they have always been careful not to take you too much out of your comfort zone.

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A whole two weeks and five murders later, the team is stuck trying to catch an unsub who has preferences for killing women after club nights. The profile says he is not interested in just any woman but in those between 25-30 years old who like to flirt with several men in the clubs. But it is not just any type of flirting; it is the type that is initiated and dominated by them. In short, he likes to kill women who are the opposite of submissive. He sees them as predators on a hunting ground.

Another finding in victimology is that the women he kills, in addition to having a specific age range, have very similar physical characteristics. And similar to you.

All his victims have your build, eye color, hair color, and height. It gets to be creepy to a certain point. And it's something difficult to ignore.

Bouncing information and possible strategies, the team agrees they need to be proactive to get him to show up before another killing happens.

"Okay, what options do we have?" Emily asks.

"The witnesses haven't gotten us anywhere," Luke complains.

"Although we've narrowed down his hunting grounds," Rossi shrugs.

"Yeah, we know the clubs where he likes to hunt," JJ backs Rossi.

"But although the profile, we have yet to learn about what to look for there. I mean, we know what the unsub wants, but not how he looks like." This time, it's Tara who speaks.

You've rarely seen Emily bite her tongue when she wants to say something, but it's clear that she has something on her mind, and she doesn't know how to put it, or maybe the problem is something else. You look at her out of the corner of your eye, and she looks back at you; what do those eyes say? They look like they're even apologetic.

It's a fraction of the time before she comes back to behave like herself.

"We need to lurk him. It's the only way," she says. And everyone's eyes - yours included - are on her immediately.

"Lurk him?" Matt repeats.

"Yes. And all we know who should be the one going undercover to do that," Emily adds, looking at you this time.

That's it—the elephant in the room.

Of course, you're the ideal candidate. Well, you're perfect in the physical aspect because if we talk about the victim's personality and yours...

There's silence in the room, and you can feel like the team's eyes are all on you.

Do they expect you to say no? To refuse? From your perspective, it's not a question; it's more like the option you all have to catch the guy.

"It's true (Y/N) would be the closest to the unsub type, but there are a lot of things to take into account," Matt says. And you know perfectly well what's behind his words, even if he doesn't say it directly.

And that's okay; it's perfectly plausible they have their doubts. It is not enough to look like the victims for the operation to work.

But if there is one thing you are sure of, it's that you will always give your all to your job, even if that means becoming a completely different person.

"I can do it," you mumbled so quietly that if the AC weren't in the lower setting, people wouldn't have heard you.

"But (Y/N), you know about this guy. It's dangerous," Matt points, a frown on his face.

"Not to mention he likes rough interactions," Luke adds.

"You don't have to do it if you feel uncomfortable." This time, it is JJ who voices her opinion. And you know, that's the closest reason to the team's main concern.

And the fact you can blow up the entire plan.

Spencer stays in silence. Internally he's freaking out thinking of you having to lurk on the unsub, but he knows you are a professional. And he feels a kind of deja vu.

When he was younger, the team would have said the same about him doing something like that. Spencer knows what it's like when people baby you, making you feel insecure. Sure, he hasn't had to worry about that anymore. Spencer is almost forty, and no one would dare to tell him he can't do something. Not after all the things he has been through.

"JJ is right, Bella. You don't have to do it. We can think of another way," Rossi backs JJ.

That's when Spencer notices the slight frown on your face. It's invisible to everyone but him. He knows it's there.

You stay collected, even when everyone on the team has something to say about how bad the idea of you going undercover to lurk the unsub is.

Emily is who stops everyone's rant.

"Guys, hey. If (Y/N) is telling us she can do it, we're going to do it. Of course, we'll be there to back up her and catch this unsub."

And this is how the discussion is settled.

Emily sends everyone out with a task to prepare for the night. Today is Friday, and the unsub will surely be stalking some new victim. The chances are high.

When it's just you and Spencer in the room, he still looks at you in silence.

"Do you also think I'll not be able to pull off this mission and I'm going to ruin everything?"

You downcast your gaze, exhaling deeply.

"No. I don't think that," Spencer clarifies, and you raise your gaze to meet his eyes. "You are more than capable, (Y/N). The team is worried because you'll be out of your comfort zone in a dangerous situation."

"The team? Not you?" You narrow your eyes to him.

You try not to sound accusatory, but if you're as scared as everyone, you also are fed up with the other's doubts.

Spencer closes the distance between you both but doesn't invade your personal space.

"Of course, I'm worried too! I don't want anything bad to happen to you. But I trust you and your judgment."

Your heart does flip-flops, and you're not sure if it's because Spencer is worried or because, despite that, he trusts you—or both.

"You do?" You ask, not so convinced.

Spencer nods and smiles at you.

"And we'll be there when you catch the guy."

If that is the reassurance you need, you don't mention it. Instead, you grin at Spencer as a promise you'll do your job just how you are supposed to.

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You insist on getting ready in your hotel room. The only assistant you ask for is Emily. She was the one who trusted you first in this, so you'll take every piece of advice she can give you before this night starts.

Everyone has a role in the plan.

Rossi will be the chauffeur who will drive you to the club.

Luke and Spencer would be in the club, mingling with the patrons. JJ, Matt, and Emily would be in the van monitoring the whole situation with cameras and earpieces. Rossi would keep his facade as a driver so he could be at one of the entrances. Tara would be at the club, too, eyeing nothing suspicious going on in the bar because there is a chance the unsub is getting help from the bartender.

When you are in front of the mirror applying the last touch of makeup, Emily is looking at you with a stare you can't decipher.

"What?" you ask, and Emily chuckles.

"Please, don't take this in a bad way, but I never thought I would live the day of seeing you using clothing like this. And Jesus, you look so hot!"

Your cheeks redens.

"It's a little bit odd coming from my boss, don't you think?" you muse, smoothing the fabric of your dress.

"Point taken," Emily raises her hands in defense. "Although I know someone who is going to run out of breath after seeing you."

You let out a scoff. It's not a surprise for you. The BAU girls - boss included - have been trying to set you up with Spencer since forever. You don't entertain the idea only because you don't think it's possible and not because you don't like the concept.

"Come on, don't say that. You are not helping to my nerves."

"Sorry, I'll shut up. We should go, though," Emily says, checking her watch.

One of the SUVs drives you to the van parking point. You needed to review the operation details.

At the back of the van - or commander point - JJ, Luke, Tara, Rossi, Matt, and Spencer see you come up with Emily.

For the best US profilers, they're not doing a good job hiding that they are gawking at you. Surely, no one imagined seeing you in such a revealing outfit. Outfit that, without a doubt, suits you extremely well, highlighting all your body attributes.

Spencer feels like he died and was resurrected after seeing you.

"Okay, guys, we need to check the details again," Emily announces.

The plan is in motion, and everyone is in position.

As expected, you arrive with Rossi at the club, who opens the door for you and helps you descend from the car. Rossi gives you a reassuring smile before letting you go.

Like a switch, you are no longer the shy SSA (Y/L/N). Now you are the woman who is going to take what she wants and attract the unsub attention doing that.

Your walk is determined, and your eyes send out flames of confidence to those who look at you. The music is very loud, something that would usually bother you, but not now. This needs to feel like your environment. That's how you like it, you tell yourself.

Almost instantly, you start to attract the looks of men who are eager for a woman like you.

You exude determination, and you don't go unnoticed.

Walking into the club, you make brief eye contact with Luke, who is on the dance floor. You see Spencer perched in a booth, nursing a beer.

At the same time, Tara is stationed at the bar.

"Remember (Y/N); the unsub expects the woman to approach men. The flirt needs to come from you," Emily reminds you by the earpiece hidden in one of the earrings you're wearing.

"Show time," you mumble to yourself.

You walk seductively to the dance floor, where a young man is dancing with a blonde. You approach and whisper something in his ear. That makes the boy completely lose interest in the blonde and start dancing with you. You smile and cling to the man's body, who wastes no time and takes your hips as if they were his possessions.

That dance certainly has nothing innocent about it. You continue whispering things in the boy's ear, and he looks more and more excited. Once you consider it a reasonable amount of time to have attracted attention, you leave the boy alone and head to the bar. Just a few meters away from Tara, a suspicious man is staring at you. You see him out of the corner of your eye as you order a drink. When the bartender passes it to you, you make subtle eye contact with Tara, who nods, indicating that the drink is clean.

You look next to you and see another man not so subtly looking at you. You know the unsub's profile, and you can't be intimidated or dominated by another man. You are the one who calls the shots. Otherwise, this will not work.

Before the man makes his attempt to seduce you, you turn to him, and with a penetrating look and disdainful voice, you stop him.

"Sorry, honey. Don't waste your time. You're not my type," and with that, you leave to move to the opposite side of the club. The guy huffs, and you're almost sure hearing him call you 'bitch' under his breath.

JJ, who's following the cameras inside the club, sees someone who looks suspect.

"Hey, this guy has been peeking at (Y/N) the entire time, and look, he clenched his fists when (Y/N) turned down that guy at the bar."

Emily confirms JJ's observation before giving you the next instructions.

"(Y/N), you're doing great. We have a possible target. So we need to raise the bet."

You know exactly what Emily means. You both had talked about the strategy to follow, having more details about what you should do than the rest of the team.

Matt and JJ look confused at each other but say nothing.

Your next step is to find another dude to seduce before delivering the coup de grace.

Luke and Spencer keep an eye on you. And while Luke is pleasantly surprised by your audacity, Spencer can't help but feel his stomach tighten. He tells himself it's because he is afraid something bad could happen to you, but inside of him, it's that and the fact of seeing you flirt with other men.

Just like you did with the guy on the dance floor, you attract the attention of another man; this time, you take his hand and pull him to the dance floor.

JJ and Matt's jaws drop to the floor. If Tara, Luke, and Spencer could do the same without giving themselves away, they would have done it, too.

As if it were your second nature, you laugh and move to the music. The man seems to enjoy the moment so much that he takes a bold step by leaning in to kiss you. You let him get closer until his lips are almost on yours. But before touching each other, you pull back with a malicious smile.

"Naughty boy. I'm who says if you can kiss or no," you pout, faking disappointment. Dizzed, the guy cocks his head and sees you walk away.

Matt chirps now. "It's him. Look boss," he tells Prentiss, pointing to the same guy JJ saw before.

There is no longer any doubt that it is him. Now you just have to catch him red-handed.

"(Y/N), we got him. It's time for the last play," Emily tells you.

With Emily's instruction, you go to the bar for another drink before heading over to where Spencer is sitting.

He tries to play it off, but he has no idea why you're approaching him.

"Is this seat taken, handsome?" You ask, with your drink in hand.

"N- no. Please," Spencer gestures to the booth on his front, but you opt to perch to his side. Spencer thinks he never has been this close to you. He looks at your eyes, and it's like you are a totally different person. It's a little bit contradictory for him, to be honest. He already likes you just as you are, but this version of you? It's driving him insane.

Some resemblance of your true self looks with a kind of curiosity the nervousness on Spencer. You don't think much about it; you assume he's playing the nervous guy who is baffled by you.

The thing is, Spencer isn't playing. He's definitely baffled by you.

"Are you okay?" You ask him, masking your question with a seductive smile.

"Yeah. Are - are you?" Spencer stutters a bit—something that is perfect for the plan but embarrassing for him.

You get closer to him to speak in his ear.

"This was Emily's idea," you tell him before kissing his ear and gently biting his lobe.

Spencer's breath hitches in his throat, and he thinks he's going to pass out any second. You're not doing it better: your heart is also pumping hard from the adrenaline. Of course, you had imagined something like that with Spencer, but only in your erotic dreams. You wouldn't dare do this on any given day.

You keep teasing Spencer, who, despite the nervousness, tries to play along. If this is the closest he will ever have you, he wants to engrave this in his memory.

"Just a little push, (Y/N). We almost have him," Emily instructs by the earpiece.

You swallow as subtly as possible as you wrap your arm around Spencer's neck, pulling him closer to you.

It's only a second between that action and the fact that you're kissing Spencer like it's your last meal.

Spencer doesn't know how to respond, and you were counting on that; it was enough time for the unsub to notice that you were the one who chose her last prey.

When Spencer is about to reciprocate the kiss, you murmur a 'sorry' into his lips and quickly pull away, giving him a disdainful look—which you hope he understands is fake—before getting up and walking toward the back exit door.

As expected, the unsub follows you towards the back door, and while your back is turned, he believes he has the advantage to attack you. What he doesn't know is that Matt and Luke are ready to lunge at him the moment he tries to touch you.

Everything that happens after is too fast.

The unsub is detained and taken to a patrol car while the team gathers around you, congratulating you on the successful operation. They all apologize to you for their previous apprehensions. You tell them that you understand and that there is no need to apologize. And it's like the switch has been flipped again since you came out of the femme fatale role.

But something is wrong. Spencer is not in the group. You see him a little further away, near the exit door of the club. Emily notices the looks between you both, and she sends the team on different tasks to close the case, leaving you and Spencer there.

There's something in his eyes that you can't decipher. You think it's resentment for using him without warning him what you were going to do.

You shyly approach him.

"It's me again," you tell him, pulling a face. You don't know what to say to make the situation better. Spencer nods.

"Yeah. You did it great, by the way," he compliments you. But it doesn't feel good like Spencer's compliments usually do.

"Look, about the kiss back there-" you start. He needs an explanation as a bare minimum.

"I know. It was fake," Spencer cuts you off.

Those words shouldn't hurt you as they do now. But isn't that the most reasonable thing to believe? The you in the club weren't you, so all you did inside was pretend.

Everything except that kiss.

If it's true you couldn't enjoy it the way you would have liked, you will never forget his lips on yours.

A tense silence takes over the moment. This is not okay.

You can't afford to lie to one of the most important people in your life, even if telling the truth takes you out of your comfort zone.

What the hell! Tonight has already been a total of 180 from a usual day for you.

"It wasn't," you mumble, and you see his eyes flicking to yours in a second.

"What?" Spencer asks, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Everything was fake, but not the kiss," you say with a stadied voice this time.

Spencer's heart races again. If you say you didn't fake it, then what he felt on your part at that moment was real?

"It wasn't fake?" He asks for clarification. You nod.

A smirk forms on Spencer's lips, seeing your cheeks redden.

There you are. The girl he had fallen for in the past two years.

"Well, you know that I am a man of science, right?" he tells you, and you frown because you have no idea where this is going.

"I know," you say with some hesitation.

"And as a man of science, I need evidence of things, you know?"

Now, you are the one who smirks at him.

"Evidence, huh?"

"Yep," he says, emphasizing the 'p' and swaying his body on his feet. You hum.

"I believe I can provide the necessary evidence if you need them," you concede, and Spencer's eyes sparkle with excitement.

Now, he is the one who reaches out and cups your cheeks. Your breathing quickens, but that doesn't stop you from standing on your tiptoes and connecting your lips with his.

This time, there is no unsub, no curious eyes are looking at you, there is no rush, there is no femme fatale role, and above all, this is not fake; it's as real as the fact that your heart beats for him, and his for you.

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[incorrectbatfam]

What are their go to conversation starters?

Alfred: Lesson #18 of behaving like a human being: initiating conversations.

Alfred: At a formal event, you are expected to engage with others in an appropriate manner. For this exercise, I want you to pretend I'm a guest and impress me.

Dick: Good evening, sir. I really appreciate you having here. If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask.

Dick: *smiles and gives Alfred a firm handshake*

Alfred: Excellent job, except one thing.

Alfred, holding up his arm: It was not necessary to take my watch. You're not a mission, Master Dick.

Dick: But what if I am?

Alfred: That's a lesson for another day. Next.

Jason: Now, hypothetically, if a very bad man killed your son, wouldn't YOU—

Alfred: That's enough. Next.

Tim: My name's Tim and I'm afraid of wasps because they have a photographic memory of all who wronged them.

Alfred: Dismissed. Next.

Damian: *walks away to play with the dog*

Alfred: We'll come back to him. Next.

Duke: Wanna beta-read my Luke Fox Final Fantasy MMA AU fanfic?

Cullen: Wanna beta-read my Destiel Superhell fix-it fanfic?

Alfred: Next.

Steph: Last night I dreamt I was a waffle, but I was also the plate and the fork and myself eating the me-waffle.

Alfred: That's disturbing, next.

Cass: *stares*

Alfred: You are supposed to say something.

Cass: Something.

Alfred, sighing: Next.

Barbara: Hi, I'm Barbara. You must be Alfred, right? How are you liking the party?

Alfred, acting: I'm enjoying it very much, thank you.

Barbara: Okay, so you didn't notice me remotely disabling an army of robot cockroaches. Phew!

Alfred: We were so close. Next.

Harper: Can you believe it? Some asshole disabled my robo-roaches.

Alfred: For the last time, Miss Harper, no robotic insects at galas. Next.

Carrie: Hello, sir. Can I get you anything?

Alfred, acting: A glass of water would be nice.

Carrie: Sure thing. One cup of locally sourced water, coming right up.

Alfred: Never mind. Next.

Kate: Your daughter is hot.

Alfred: Wrong answer. Next.

Helena: Tell me everything you know about the Maroni family or so help me—

Alfred: Different script, Miss Helena. Please turn to page 67 for gala conversations.

Luke: What does it mean when someone you know sends you their fanfiction about yourself?

Alfred, rubbing his temples: Next, please.

Bette: Head's up!

Bette: *spikes a volleyball*

Alfred, catching it: Next.

Selina: Wanna see pictures of my cats?

Bruce: Wanna see pictures of my kids?

Alfred:

Alfred: I think we should start again from the top.

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[cyberghu0l]

Sore Loser

you and clarisse are on opposite teams for capture the flag. not only can she not protect you, but she loses to you. and she doesn't take losing lightly.

clarisse la rue × daughter of Apollo!reader

this is the time of year everyone looks forward to.

capture the flag

everyone had their own secret alliances, and each cabin had their own secret techniques. everyone did anything it took to win. every year, chiron divides the cabins into two teams. last year, you stayed faithful to your girlfriend and fought by her side all the way to victory. this year was different.

the list of the two teams was announced during dinner.

"lastly, cabin seven. blue team. same rules apply, i wish each team success for tomorrow's game." he went back to his table and the kids returned to their conversations.

you looked over to clarisse, who was sitting across from you. you could tell she was angry about the teams, but she didn't want to show it.

"clar, are you gonna keep playing with your food or actually eat?" you asked after watching her poke her chicken for 5 minutes straight.

she picked her head up from her palm and looked at you. her lips pursed.

"im not hungry anymore." she got up and tossed her remaining food into the fire and walked away. you sighed and continued eating.

that night after everyone was asleep, you snuck out to the Ares cabin. you peeked through the window just next to clarisse's bed. she was lying down, only staring at the ceiling. you knew she only had trouble sleeping if something was bothering her. you tapped the glass slightly, gaining her attention.

she sat up and looked at you with furrowed brows. you waved for her to come outside. she rolled her eyes, but she couldn't say no to you. she slipped on her shoe, got a sweater, and quietly opened the door. you smiled, seeing her in her pj's and messy bun. some strands of hair falling into her face. she handed you her sweater, which you immediately slipped on.

"c'mon." you took her hand and led her to your spot. it was behind your cabin, deep into the woods. there was a clear area that had perfect view of the lake, stars, and each path just in case someone came.

you sat on the grassy patch, clarisse followed next to you. "i know you're upset about tomorrow." you started. "y/n, i really don't want to get into this." she threw her head back in annoyance.

"clarisse, can you just listen. it's only for a day, and it's just a game. you know i will never lead anyone to you. can you just let it rest?" you put your hand on her thigh, trying to get through to her.

"fine! it just sucks, i don't want you to lose to me." she said. you retracted your hand at her statement. "what's that supposed to mean? you think we can't win?" you questioned her. "no, of course you can, angel. we've just been on a winning streak for two years." she tried hiding her smirk.

you scoffed. "you're unbelievable." you got up, walking back to your cabin. "y/n, seriously? it's like you said it's just a game." she followed you. you ignored her pleads till you got to your cabin. "good night, la rue."

you two always had a rule about never going to bed angry, but you weren't mad at her. you just needed time to think about how to beat her.

the game came quickly. you were standing with your fellow teammates as chiron explained the rooms. you watch clarisse from a distance. admiring her in the sun, wishing you were by her side, but you knew you had to put your feelings aside. the contch blew, and everyone let out a war cry. you were given orders to follow the ones who would take the flag.

you knew clarisse and her half siblings would be guarding, but this made Annabeth use you a deploy.

"okay, here's what's gonna happen. we're gonna spilt up. y/n, take the front where clarisse is guarding. you already what to do. try not to make it ugly." you nodded at luke's plan. he told everyone else their positions, now it was time to execute it.

you walked up to the holding area. you were instantly met with the Ares siblings holding their swords out at you.

"listen, im just here to talk okay. you guys can go back to guarding, i just wanna talk to clarisse." you spoke with your hands up.

she raised a brow, unamused, but let you proceed. the rest went back to their positions.

"did you come to distract me or talk about last night." she asked bluntly. "last night, and if you may know, annabeth doesn't even know im here." she smirked.

"you know i actually am sorry, okay? for last night. it just came out wrong, and i didn't think you'd react like that." she looked at you with pleading eyes. "thank you. and you know this is really weird for me too. i like being here with you." You hit her lightly, earning a chuckle from the brunette.

she began talking again, but you found yourself zoning out behind her. you saw each of her siblings being taken out by the group you were sent with.

classic sneak attack, so luke

"uh huh." you replied to whatever she was saying as you watched luke take the flag from the pole.

"so you think the camp should burn down?" she said, snapping your thoughts back to her. she turned to look at what you were staring at. you had failed to turn her head back to you. "no! luke!" she cried. she turned back to you with a look of disgust.

"clar, don't!" you grabbed her armor, buying luke sometime to run.

you took out your sword

"don't make me do this." you said taking your stance in the dirt. "you chose suicide." she pointed her blade at you, charging to you.

you knew all her moves like the back of your hand. you knocked her foot, making her lose her balance and falling to the floor. she had given up just as you had her blade under your foot and yours pointing at her.

her chest rised and fell with huffs of her breaths. "im sorry." you said before taking off to your territory.

you had made it right in to celebrate with your team mates.

the next couple of days were unbearable. clarisse was going out of her way to ignore you. her half siblings included. it tore you apart knowing it was all because of a game.

one day, you had enough and went to her cabin to confront her. she always took some time after sparring to bandage up and you knew she'd be alone. "are you gonna keep ignoring me like a sore loser or let me bask in my glory?" you asked as you leaned against her bunk bed.

no response

"clar, im being serious. you're killing me. i thought you would've been happier for me, after all i did learn from you."

"i didn't teach you to be conniving." she said sternly while putting ointment on her arm.

"i was just doing what i had to do to win. you taught me that." she exhaled and looked ahead.

"i gotta admit. you looked fucking gorgeous sparring with me." she looked at you with a smile. you returned the gesture and took her hand in yours. she held it up to her lips and kissed your knuckles gently.

"im sorry, angel. " she said sweetly.

"im sorry, too." you spoke softly.

guys are my stories beginning to be too long? i feel like they are but series are lame in my opinion:/ i only rlly do them if i have ideas to continue the story but tell me what yall think

#black reader #lgbtq #black y/n #pjo fluff #clarisse x reader #clarisse pjo #clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x fem!reader #pjo tv show #pjo #pjo series #percy series #percy jackon and the olympians

[maybcnksgf]

sick - jj maybank x routledge!reader 𐙚

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summary: jj is sick and needs you to take care of him. cue your overdramatic boyfriend.

warnings: mentions of sickness & throwing up.

a/n: some toothrotting jj fluff <33

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perhaps jj's claim of "i have polio bro, i can't walk" to john b that morning wasn't quite as crazy as you'd expected it to be. obviously, polio was far from the reality of his sickness, but that didn't stop you from worrying when he still hadn't emerged from your room over an hour later.

he typically would have slept in the guest room (especially if john b had anything to say about it), but he was just so rough last night that john b caved and let his sick best friend sleep in the comforting embrace of his sister.

"john b, please. look at him," you pleased with your brother as you pointed to the mess that was jj maybank collapsing onto your couch in a dramatic heap, mumbling about how he was convinced that he was dying. "you know luke won't take care of him, and do you really expect anything to happen while he's in this state?"

john b groaned at the gross mental image you so graciously provided him, but he reluctantly nodded his head and helped you move your boyfriend into your bed.

"any funny business while i'm here and i'll kill you before this illness can, maybank."

"fuck off, jb."

you crept into your bedroom quietly, closing the door behind you and sitting down on the edge of your bed. the curtains were drawn, providing a slight relief for jj's pounding head, and you put the glass of water and ibuprofen down on the bedside table in favour of running your fingers through his hair.

his face was pressed against the pillow, his cheek smushed in an adorable manner.

"jj," you spoke softly, not wanting to hurt his head any more as you tried to wake up as gently as possible. "wake up, love."

he groaned at the disturbance of his sleep, squeezing his eyes shut even tighter. "i don't wanna."

"cmon, sweetheart. i have medicine for you."

he groaned a little louder and eventually sat up, leaning back against the headboard as he gave you an adorable pout. his nose had turned a light shade of pink and his eyes were still half closed and a little puffy, glazed over with the remnants of sleep.

"oh baby," you cooed softly, resting a hand on his cheek and frowning at the way he leaned into your touch. "how are you feeling?"

"like i'm on my fuckin' death bed."

you chuckled quietly at his words and he gave you a playfully annoyed look, but your smile dropped when you felt his cheek start to heat up beneath your palm.

you moved your hand away from his face (much to jj's dismay) and pressed the back of it against his forehead. "you're burning up, j."

"i'm dying, y/n," he groaned dramatically, grabbing your arm gently and trying to pull you closer. "kiss me, save me."

"you're not dying, jj," you laughed quietly again and pressed a kiss to his cheek before handing him the water and medicine. "here, take this and drink the whole thing, it should help with your temperature."

the rest of your day was spent cuddling your overdramatic, helpless boyfriend and providing him with plenty of kisses (even if it meant you would get sick too).

"hey, y/n/n?"

"yeah, j?"

"i think i'm gonna throw up."

"great."

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank imagine #x reader #x y/n #reader #outer banks #outer banks imagine #fluff #fluff imagine #rudy pankow

[zegrasdrysdale]

Thinking of: reader going to one of Ethan’s games with their son/daughter and once the kid sees his dad he’s so excited! Jumping up and down and screaming “daddy!! daddy!!”

AHHH IM HAVING BAD BABY FEVER!!!!!

[ memorable ] e. edwards

paring : Ethan Edwards x fem!reader

summary : Ethan plays first game as a Devil in October 2025 after signing his entry level contract over the summer so his fiancée brings their three year old son to the game to surprise him

warning(s) : none really (a suggestive comment it were getting picky)

author’s note : i also had baby fever so here we are lol

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The day Ethan came home one afternoon and told her that he made the Opening Day roster for the Devils, there was excitement in the air. She couldn’t be any prouder of her fiancé than she was at that moment, except for maybe when he was drafted by the Devils in 2020. There were a handful of days between the end of the preseason and the start of the regular season so that excitement only grew as Opening Day got closer.

Ethan can’t wait to get on NHL ice with the Devils for the first time. He’s looking forward to sharing the ice with Luke and Seamus again for the first time since the three of them played at Michigan.

No one is more excited than their three-year-old son Chase though. He has told everyone at his preschool over the last few days that his “daddy is gonna be on TV”. He can’t wait to watch Ethan play hockey on TV.

Or so he thinks.

She hasn’t told Chase yet because she knows he’ll tell Ethan but she isn't taking him to preschool because they're going to spend the day getting ready for the game. She's taking Chase to the Prudential Center tonight so he can watch Ethan play in person. Both of them have no idea of her plans.

Yes, Chase has seen Ethan play in college, but playing in the NHL is so much bigger than playing in college. Plus, she's not sure if he even remembers watching Ethan play in college. He was barely a year old when she took him to Tampa in the spring of 2023 for the Frozen Four.

Now he's three and all he can talk about is how excited he is that his dad is playing in the NHL. It makes her heart so warm and she can't wait to bring Chase to the arena for the game. Ethan's parents came in too as part of her surprise. All four of them will be at the glass for warmups to celebrate his first NHL game.

Her alarm goes off on game day at the usual time so nothing seems off to Ethan, though he's already up and in the mini gym doing his pre-practice workout by the time her alarm goes off.

At seven, she leaves her shared bedroom to go wake Chase up like it's a normal day. She throws on a hoodie on top of her tank top and boxer shorts she usually sleeps in before she goes to get Chase up.

She walks into his bedroom and he's already sitting up in bed like he's been up for a few minutes already. She turns the lights on and smiles. "Good morning, Chasey," she says.

"Hi, mommy," Chase giggles. "Daddy's music woke me up."

She leans down and presses a kiss to her son's head. "I'll let daddy know that he needs to turn down the music in the morning so he doesn't wake you up," she promises. "Should we go tell him to turn it down?"

Chase nods and sprints out the door at the suggestion. She lays out his outfit for the day and quickly walks out after him. When she gets down the hallway to the gym, Ethan has Chase in his arms and Chase is hugging his dad.

"Good morning, buddy," Ethan greets Chase. "Sleep well?"

"As well as I could with your music too loud," Chase comments. She covers her mouth with a smile as she watches her fiancé and son. "Mommy said she'll tell you to turn it down."

Ethan smiles and turns his attention to her. "Did she?" he asks. "I'll make sure keep it down in the mornings when you're sleeping, okay?"

Chase smiles and hugs his dad. She bites her lip and looks at her boys. It's the little things that make her happy, and watching her son and her fiancé together makes her incredibly happy.

"Chasey, why don't you go get ready?" she suggests. "I'll make sure you get to say goodbye to daddy before he leaves for practice. I laid out your jersey so you can wear it to school today."

Their son nods and Ethan puts him down. Chase giggles and runs back to his room, leaving her alone with Ethan for the first time that morning. She kicks the door closed, but not all the way so she can hear Chase run back down the hallway.

She takes a few steps toward Ethan as he turns down the music. She wraps her arms around her sweaty fiancé's neck. "Good morning to my favorite NHL player," she comments. Ethan's hands rest on her waist. "Excited for tonight?"

"I feel a lot of things about tonight," Ethan admits. "Excited, nervous. I have been looking forward to my first NHL game and I wish you could be there so it's going to be a bittersweet moment."

"You know I'll be cheering you on from wherever I am, even when I'm home," she tells him with a frown to sell her lie. "Both Chase and I will be rooting for you tonight, and every game after."

Ethan shoots her a sad smile. She surges up to her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips because she hates seeing him so sad.

When she lowers herself, Ethan cups her jaw and pulls her back into the kiss. It's a deeper kiss than the last one they shared and neither of them pulls away this time. Her arms slide from around his neck to around his bare torso so he can't go very far.

"I'm so proud of you," she mumbles against his lips.

He hums and deepens the kiss even more. She laughs as Ethan's fingers curl in her messy locks. "Love you," Ethan tells her between kisses. "Both of you."

There are quick footsteps in the hallway so she pulls away quickly. Ethan runs his fingers through his hair as they step away from each other so they don't traumatize their three-year-old. "Mommy, can we have chocolate pancakes for breakfast before school?" Chase asks as he pushes open the door. "Pretty please?"

"I think it's a special day so I think we can have chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast," she replies. "You look handsome in your little Devils jersey. Do you think your friends will like it?"

Chase nods and does a little spin. A little "Edwards 73" being on his back could make her cry. This is truly Ethan's moment, and she can't wait to celebrate at the arena with their son and Ethan's parents.

"I'm going to go shower really quick but we can eat some breakfast together before I leave for practice and you leave for school, okay?" Ethan says to Chase. Chase nods and grabs her hand. "I'll be out in a few minutes. Maybe mommy will let you help her with breakfast if you listen to her."

She shoots Ethan a look as Chase drags her out of the room. Her three-year-old pulls her down the hallway to the kitchen. She grabs ingredients for pancakes and the chocolate chips. As much as she would love to have Chase help with breakfast, she doesn't want his jersey to get dirty so she puts him at the table with some coloring books so she can cook breakfast in peace.

Down the hallway, she can hear Ethan in the shower as she mixes the ingredients together. Chase gets her attention to show her one of the pages that he colored. She tells him it looks good as she begins to pour the batter into a pan to cook some pancakes. She makes some smaller pancakes for Chase and full size pancakes for her and Ethan.

He emerges from the hallway in a Devils hoodie with his number on his chest and compression shorts that don't hide much. She's piling the already made pancakes on a plate for the three of them. She grabs plates out of the cabinet and puts them on the table for them.

"They look amazing, baby," Ethan tells her. He presses a kiss to her cheek before he sits down at the able.

"If I didn't have to bring Chase to school in a little bit then I would have cooked something healthier for you since it's game day," she replies.

Ethan grabs two pancakes and starts to cut them up. "It's okay," he says. "I'll make it up with a healthy lunch. I'm pretty sure that Luke, Jack, Shea, and I are going to lunch so I'll suggest something on the healthier side. Maybe Chipotle since I know Luke and Jack love it. I'll probably head to Shea's to hangout before the game, maybe nap. I don't know yet."

She cuts some pancakes up for Chase. "Sounds good to me," she tells him. "I think I'm going to do some shopping today. Grab some groceries, maybe some new outfits for when I do attend games this season." Ethan smiles at the last comment. "Then I'll pick Chase up from school at the normal time and we'll both be here for the game."

She hands Chase's plate to him and takes away his coloring book and crayons so he can eat. He shoves some of the pieces into his mouth.

Her phone dings with a text. She pulls it out of her hoodie pocket and glances at the nofication.

from: tara edwards - 7:38 am lee and i are landing in about 30 mins. has e left? does chase know about the surprise?

to: tara edwards - 7:40 am eating breakfast w the boys rn. eth is leaving when i "leave" with chase at 8. i'll tell him in the car about the surprise

"Who's texting you so early this morning?" Ethan questions.

"The groupchat I'm in with the other wives and girlfriends," she lies. "They're all excited for you to play in the game tonight and they wish that Chase and I could be there."

Ethan smiles and swallows a bite of pancake. "I'm happy you're getting along with them," he tells her. "Especially since I have no idea what's going to happen this season. I'm on the roster today but I could be sent to Utica any day. I think you could use some extra support just in case."

She matches his smile and nods. "It's nice to have a group that was so welcoming too," she replies. "The girls really welcomed us with open arms, and they adore Chase."

His phone starts buzzing and he realizes what time it is. "Oh, I gotta get going," he tells them. "It's almost eight and Keefe wants to hold a meeting before practice. I don't want to be late today."

Chase finishes eating as Ethan talks. "Time to go to school?" he asks. He looks at his mother.

"Time to go to school," she confirms. "All done?" Chase nods and she takes his plate. She grabs Ethan's plate as well as her own and puts them all in the sink. Ethan goes to grab his things and she pulls Chase out of his seat.

She holds Chase on her hip as she grabs his backpack sans lunchbox since he's not actually going to school. She slides on her slippers by the door as Ethan emerges with his new equipment bag with the Devils logo on the side. She smiles as he puts on his slides with his socks that go halfway up his shins. "Wow, you look like a hockey player on his way to practice, E," she teases him.

He rolls his eyes and opens the door for the two of them. Chase has been put down but holds his mother's hand so he doesn't go running down the hallway. Ethan follows close behind them.

Their apartment is on the third floor so they just take the stairs down to the first floor. Ethan struggles a little bit with his large equipment bag. He's good once he's on solid ground on the first floor.

Ethan throws his equipment in the trunk of his car. She stands next to him with Chase as the trunk is shut. He picks up Chase and holds him on his hip. "Good luck tonight, daddy!" Chase says. "Score a goal for me and mommy!"

"I always do, Chasey," Ethan tells him as he presses kisses to his son's cheek. "You look good in your jersey. Have a good day at school and I'll see you in the morning." Chase wraps his little arms around Ethan's neck. She smiles at the two of them.

He holds his extra arm out for her and she steps into a hug with her son and fiancé. Ethan presses a soft kiss to her forehead as she wraps an arm around his waist. "I can't wait to see you in Devils red, E," she tells him when she looks up at him. "We'll be looking for a 73 on the ice."

Her fiancé presses a quick kiss to her lips before he hands Chase over to her. "I love both of you," he says as he walks around to the driver's side of the car. "I'll be thinking of both of you while I play tonight."

She blows a kiss in Ethan’s direction, and Chase mimics her. She laughs as Ethan catches both kisses then gets in his car. She and Chase wave goodbye to him since it will be the last time either of them see him before they see him on the ice tonight.

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Needless to say, Chase was estatic when she told him the plan for the night. In the car on the way to pick up Ethan’s parents, she told him that they were going to go to the arena to watch him play. She has never seen him so excited for anything in his very young life. He was even more excited when grandmom and grandpa got in the car. He wouldn’t stop talking about seeing Ethan on ice.

She leaves Chase with his grandparents to actually go shopping for groceries and an outfit for that night. She wasn’t lying when she said she needed to go pick up a couple of groceries and outfits.

Plus, she needed some time alone since the day is already super chaotic.

Ethan does text her after lunch to tell her while she’s out that he is going over to Seamus’ apartment before the game to hangout and maybe nap so she doesn’t have to tell his parents to take Chase out since he’s supposed to be at school. She tells him to let her know when he’s up from his nap, if he naps.

When she gets home, Tara and Lee are playing with toys in the living room with Chase. Her son greets her at the door despite her hands being full with bags. “Hi, my handsome boy,” she says when she drops her bags and embraces Chase. “What are you playing with?”

“Animals,” he replies. “All my favorite animals. Lions and wolves too.”

She smiles when she sees the setup on the coffee table. “I’ll join in the game in a little bit, okay?” she tells him. “I have to put away the food.”

Chase nods and runs back to his toys. She hauls the bags onto the kitchen island and begins to unpack them.

It’s not until she’s nearly done when Tara walks up to her. “He’s so excited to watch Ethan play hockey at the arena tonight,” she tells her. “It’s all he’s been able to talk about since you left. I’ve never seen him so excited.”

She smiles. “You should’ve seen him in the car,” she tells Tara. “I mean, he went from looking miserable because he thought he was going to school to being the happiest kid in the world when I told him. He was so excited and asked so many questions. I think this is going to be a core memory for him.”

“It’s going to be memorable for all of us,” Tara replies. “I mean, it’s Ethan’s first NHL game after four years of college. I didn’t think he was going to sign his contract for the longest time, especially after Chase was born. It makes me so happy that he has the life he wants. A beautiful baby boy, a beautiful wife-to-be, and an NHL career.”

The women both laugh and she wipes away tears that have rolled down her cheeks. “I can’t wait to see Ethan’s reaction when he sees all of us there tonight,” she says. “He has no idea that we’re coming.”

“Thank you for flying us in for this,” Tara says. “It means so much to me and Lee that we’re here.”

“It was no problem,” she replies as she pulls Ethan’s mom into a hug. “I’m going to start getting ready. I have one of Ethan’s Michigan jerseys if you want to wear it?”

Tara pulls back from the hug. “I think his wife and son should wear his name and number,” she tells her. “Lee and I will be just fine in our Devils gear.”

She smiles and nods. Tara goes back to playing with her grandson and she takes her outfit into her bedroom to get ready for the game since it’s about three. She was out a lot longer than she thought she was going to be so she has less time to get ready since she wants to be ready and have Chase fed by five.

Knowing that Chase is occupied by his grandparents and Ethan isn’t coming home before the game, she takes an everything shower and takes her time. She shampoos and conditions her hair, washes and exfoliates her face and body, and then shaves all necessary parts of her body.

She has some soft music playing as she showers to calm her nerves about tonight. All she wants is for Ethan to have the best game and all she wants is for her son to have fun at the game. She hopes for the best tonight.

A Devils win with an Ethan goal is the ideal outcome for the night, but as long as Ethan has the best time on NHL ice then she’ll be happy. If Chase has the best time at the game watching his dad then that’s a win in her book, no matter what the score of the game is.

Once she’s out of the shower, she wraps a towel around her body and secures it under her arms. She blow dries her hair before she leaves the bathroom.

She throws on a robe to check in on Chase and Ethan’s parents. Tara is in the kitchen while Lee and Chase are at the table. “Hi,” she says, confused. “What’s going on in here?”

“I thought I would make some dinner,” Tara replies. “Just some chicken nuggets before we leave. Chase requested chicken nuggets.”

She kisses the top of Chase’s head. “Ah, okay,” she says. “Thank you. I was going to make something before we left.”

“I got it,” Tara says with a smile. “Go finish getting ready. I’ll have some chicken nuggets for you when you’re done.”

She looks at Chase. “Are you being good for grandmom and grandpa?” she asks. Chase nods and looks up at her. “We’ll leave when I’m done getting ready. Make sure you eat whatever grandmom makes for you, okay?”

He nods again and goes back to playing with his animals with Lee. She runs her fingers through his dark locks and decides in that moment to take him to get a haircut over the weekend. She goes to do her hair, put on her makeup then get dressed.

She straightens her hair and does some neutral makeup when she gets ready. She puts on a pair of loose ripped jeans that she bought today and black ankle boots with a two inch heel to give her some height. She puts on the red Devils jersey that Ethan got her and tucks in the front of the jersey into the waist of her jeans.

“Mommy!” Chase calls. “I’m done my nuggets! Can we go see daddy?”

“Yes, Chasey,” she calls back. “We can go see daddy!”

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The ride to the Prudential Center is the most exciting and nerve wracking experience of her life. Ethan has no idea that the four most important people in his life life are on their way to watch his first NHL game.

Chase basically vibrates in the backseat as she drives to the arena. He is very awake and didn’t take his nap after lunch because of how excited he is.

They pull into the player parking lot and sees Ethan’s car parked next to Seamus’. Chase is on her hip and Ethan’s parents walk behind her when they walk into a back door to get into the arena. She plays with her engagement ring as they get their credentials so they’re free to watch warmups with the other wives, girlfriends, and families.

“Have a good time,” the security guard says as soon as the three adults in the group get badges that hang on their neck. She puts her on and checks the time.

Warmups start in ten minutes. She quickly walks through the hallways with Chase still on her hip. The four of them come out at the glass in the opposite corner of where the players will come out.

She looks around at the stands that are filling up and puts Chase down for a few minutes since she’ll have to hold him once warmups start.

Fans are gathered at the glass to watch warmups. A sea of red, white, and black jerseys are lined up with signs. A handful of families, wives, and girlfriends are standing in the corner, and she sees Seamus’ parents at some point.

Then warmups start. Per NHL tradition, the rookies get a lap when warmups start. Seamus and Ethan take their lap before the the lights come up. As soon as they do, the other Devils players come out onto the ice, as well as the other team. Ethan takes a shot and skates right by the four of them without a second glance.

Chase notices though. He bangs on the glass in front of him and yells, “Daddy! Daddy!”

She pulls out her phone to get a picture of this moment. Chase has the biggest smile on his face as he tries to get his father’s attention. She even manages to grab a video of Chase banging on the glass.

Once the boys start stretching and taking line rushes instead of shooting pucks at the net, she notices Ethan standing with Seamus and Luke at the blue line. The trio talks about something but she has no idea what.

It just ends with Ethan looking directly at them. His jaw drops and he glances at his friends before he skates over to them.

Curtis Lazar stands at the glass talking to his wife and kids when Ethan skates up to them. Chase is moving so much in her arms that she stands him up on the boards. Lazar says something to Ethan that she can’t hear but it makes Ethan smile.

“Daddy!” Chase yells. Ethan waves at his son and Chase happily waves back at his dad. She has one arm around Chase so he doesn’t fall. She presses her lips in a line and holds back tears as she watches the interaction they’re having.

Ethan waves at his parents then makes a hand heart at her and Chase. She blows him another kiss and he smiles at her before he skates away to warm up. She smiles and watches her fiancé as he does his warmup routine.

The moment when Chase saw Ethan was everything she wanted. Her boys interacting at a game was a beautiful experience.

Tears roll down her cheeks and Chase asks, “Mommy, why are you crying?”

“I’m okay, Chasey,” she tells him as she wipes them away. “They’re happy tears, I promise. I’m very proud of your daddy. That’s all.”

Chase smiles and hugs his mom. She wraps her arms tightly around her son. Her eyes fall on Ethan as he takes a line rush. He is already proud to wear the Devils logo and she knows he’s about to put his all into this game.

Her son turns her attention back to his dad on the ice. He is so fixated on watching Ethan. It’s like he’s mesmerized by Ethan skating around on the ice. He passes the puck back and forth with Seamus for a second before he leans down to grab it.

Ethan skates back over to them and holds the puck up for Chase to see. He smiles and giggles as Ethan gets the puck between the net and glass. She catches the puck for Chase and hands it to their son.

While Chase is preoccupied with the puck, Ethan puts his hand up to the glass. She rests hers on his and smiles at him. “Love you,” Ethan mouths.

“Love you too,” she replies before he skates off.

One by one, players begin to leave the ice. Ethan is one of the last players to leave the ice and he makes sure to stop by one more time before he does.

She puts Chase down so she can get herself together. It was a very emotional moment for her, and it was everything she expected and more. She’s incredibly proud of Ethan and can’t wait to see what he does during the game.

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Because it’s so late when the game ends, she takes her son home to try and put him to bed. Chase isn’t going to sleep anytime soon because of how exciting the game was. He watched his dad score his first NHL goal from the blue line and a Devils win. It was a 2-1 win over the Wild.

There’s no way he’s sleeping any time soon. She’s almost a hundred percent sure that he’ll still be awake when Ethan gets home. It was truly an exciting and memorable game for her, her son, and Ethan.

Tara and Lee stayed behind at the arena to come back to the apartment with Ethan while she went home with her son.

She looks back in the rearview mirror at Chase and he’s holding his puck. He’s turning it over and over again as he looks at it. “Did you have fun at the game?” she asks.

“Yeah!” Chase giggles. “Daddy scored a goal for us.”

With a smile, she nods. “Daddy did score a goal for us,” she replies. “His first NHL goal. Are you proud of him?”

Chase nods. “Yeah,” he replies. Then he yawns. “Will I see daddy before I go to sleep?”

“I don’t know, Chasey,” she tells him. “You look a little sleepy.”

He smiles as she pulls into the parking lot of their apartment building. She parks the car and gets out before she gets Chase out. The spot next to her is still empty so Ethan isn't back. She assumes he's doing media since he had an incredible NHL debut. He'll probably be back late, but Chase will probably force himself to stay awake anyway.

She pulls Chase out of his carseat and takes the elevator up to their apartment with Chase on her hip. His head rests on her shoulder. He really is tired.

Once inside their apartment, she kicks off her shoes and walks right to Chase's room to at least get him into his pajamas. He puts the puck on his pillow. "I wanna sleep with the puck daddy gave me," he tells his mom.

"That's all up to you, Chasey," she laughs as she pulls out a pair of pajamas for her son. "You can sleep with the puck or put it on your table. Whatever you'd like to do, my love. Get changed and we'll wait for daddy to get home together, okay? Maybe watch his interview." If he did any interviews.

Chase gives his mom a little thumbs up and she laughs as she leaves the room to let him get into his pajamas. She changes out of her own outfit into one of Ethan's old Michigan hoodies that she stole and checkered pajama pants.

When she emerges from her room, she sees Chase on the living room couch already. She smiles and shakes her head as she joins her son. She grabs her laptop and goes to the Devils’ YouTube page to see if Ethan did any media after the game.

He did. The most recent video was uploaded ten minutes ago and is titled “Edwards, Hischier, J. Hughes, Keefe talk about Wild win over Minnesota”. She smiles and clicks the video. Ethan does his interview first, and it’s about two minutes long.

“Ethan, how did it feel to get your first NHL goal so early in the season?” one of the reporters asks.

“Really good,” he replies. “Takes a lot of pressure off of me early so I don’t focus on that and focus on bettering my play this season.”

He looks around as another reporter asks, “Was there anyone special in the building for your first NHL game? We saw you interacting with a group behind the glass during warmups.”

A smile grows on Ethan’s face as he says, “Yeah, uh, I had a few people here today. it was a surprise that my fiancée planned at some point. She flew in my parents from Canada and brought our son to watch the game. Chase had so much fun during warmups. I could see him from every angle on the ice and it was a really special moment for me to have them all here tonight.”

“Daddy said my name!” Chase exclaims. “He mentioned you too, mommy.”

“Yeah he did,” she replies. “Keep watching, buddy.”

The first reporter asks another question. “Do you consider your roster spot safe after tonight?”

Ethan shakes his head. “I will keep fighting hard every single game and practice to keep my spot,” he explains. “I scored one goal tonight and blocked a couple of shots throughout the game but I don’t believe my spot is safe. I’m aware I could be sent down at any moment and I want to make sure that doesn’t happen. As long as I keep fighting and producing then I don’t see why I couldn’t be on this roster for all 82 games.”

She smiles at Ethan’s response. He’s told her so many times over the last few days that he’s worried about his roster spot. It sounds like he knows what he has to do to stay on the NHL roster.

“How was the locker room before the game?” another reporter asks. “Was it intense or were the boys ready?”

“Oh, the locker room was buzzing before the game,” he replies. “I mean, everyone was ready to start this season on a winning note, especially after getting knocked out in the first round last year. I came in and realized what kind of team I’m on this season and I’m ready to fight with them to get further into the playoffs and get the Cup.”

The reporters thank Ethan and it cuts to Nico’s part of the interview. She pauses the video and looks at Chase. He has a proud look on his face, like he’s showing how proud he is of his dad.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, Chasey?”

“Will daddy have an interview after every game?”

“I think it depends on what he does during the game,” she explains. “If he scores then he’ll most likely do an interview. If he has a good game then he might do an interview. I don’t think it’ll be after every game.”

Chase nods in response.

The sound of the door opening sounds behind them and they both look behind them. Tara and Lee walk in first. Ethan follows them in his game day suit. Chase is off the couch immediately as he goes to greet his dad.

She’s slower to approach them so the boys can have their moment. Tara and Lee say their good nights and go down to the extra bedroom. Ethan picks up Chase and hugs his son. “Did you have fun at the game, buddy?” he asks Chase.

“Yeah!” Chase giggles. “Thank you for the puck.”

“You’re very welcome,” he replies. “Let me say hi to your mom and we’ll go put you to bed. Can you go get ready for bed? We’ll be right in.”

Chase nods as he is put down. He scurries down the hallway and Ethan turns to his fiancée.

She smiles. “That goal was very sexy of you, E,” she tells him. “I’ve never found you hotter than when you scored in the NHL.”

“I have a bone to pick with you,” Ethan laughs. “I did not know that you guys were coming to the game. Of all days to surprise me at a game.”

As she drapes her arms around his neck, she says, “I was able to surprise both you and Chase. I wanted the game to be memorable for both of you.”

“It was,” he tells her. “I’ll never forget my first NHL game. It makes it so much more special since you and Chase were there.”

She smiles and surges up to press a lingering kiss to his lips. Ethan’s hands rest on her waist and he holds her there for a second. “We’re going to end up having another baby by the end of the season if you think me scoring goals is sexy,” he mumbles against her lips.

“It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world,” she tells him without breaking the kiss. “Having another little Edwards running around. Plus, I’ve always thought you scoring goals was sexy.”

Ethan laughs.

“Mommy!” Chase calls. “Daddy! Come put me to bed!”

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mike bf request :>

abby and reader having a girls day talking about boys and it being super cute! and mike being annoyed about all this he doesnt want abby to grow up it makes him upset she’s starting to find interest in boys in her class 😞🙈

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"oh yeah?" you tease gently, looking up from your drawing. "what's his name?"

"luke!" abby admits, excited but somewhat embarrassed. "he's really nice! he shared his halloween candy with me last week!"

you had been dating mike for about two months, but you had been babysitting abby for many more. in the months you had known her, the two of you had grown really close; and on this particular day, when the both of you were hunched over the living room coffee table, drawing and watching her favorite cartoon, she admitted she had a crush on a boy from her school.

you thought it was really cute, and you felt ever-so-slightly proud that you were the first person she told. mike was sitting at the dining table and, unbeknownst to you, listening to the conversation. you didn't realize he was upset until you got up to get a glass of water and saw him with his eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed.

"you good, mike?" you asked after taking a sip.

"yeah." he huffed out. you love mike with all your heart, but he is quite possibly the least subtle person you know.

"c'mon, what's up?" you take a seat next to him at the table. he sighs heavily, before explaining:

"i just think she's too young for all this boyfriend-girlfriend stuff. after all we've been through? after all she's been through? i don't know, I just-I just don't think she should be worrying about that stuff." you smiled softly, finding his concern really sweet. one of the things that you found most attractive about mike was how well he treated his little sister, especially after everything that happened at the pizzeria.

"well, i can assure you she's not worried about anything. she just thinks he's cute, which is totally normal for a girl her age! i started having crushes around that age too, it's really no big deal. you don't need to worry so much, mike, she's smart enough to know how to deal with this stuff."

he contemplated for a second, absorbing your words before the tension in his forehead and eyebrows melted.

"yeah...yeah, I guess you're right. sorry, i just don't want her growing up so fast. sometimes i wish i could put a brick on her head to stop her from growing." you both let out an airy giggle.

"yeah, me too. but she'll always be your little sister, whether she likes it or not."

"yeah," he replied, watching abby draw in the distance. "yeah, she'll always be my little sister."

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[lixzey]

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ, ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᡣ𐭩

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hi, my name's ellie and welcome to my blog!

i just started writing on this platform last september 2023. i've been writing fics since i was twelve (yes, it was cringe) on wattpad. i would love to read your feedback, or be friends! my inbox is always open for anything 🫶🏻

anyway, here's some lil facts about me:

i'm 21 years old • she/her • filo-canadian • enfp • libra baby • mother of a four year old girl • a gryffindor child of aphrodite • has adhd and wears glasses • has photographic memory • loves writing (obvi), music, and reading

- i live in the philippines, so pls bear with me. i try to be awake the whole night so i can post when most of my followers are awake

- as i've mentioned, i am a mother to a four year old. so when i get delays in posting, blame her (lol pls don't blame my kid)

- pls don't be rude to me :( i cry at the simplest things :( so hate will definitely be deleted.

xoxo, el 💘

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╰┈➤ LUKE CASTELLAN

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‼️All of my works are purely fictional and are intended for entertainment only. I do have a wattpad account of the same username (lixzey_), but I haven't posted anything that I have written there aside from one. Please do not repost any of my works on any other site. ‼️

TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

The Story of Us - In which you are Timothée Chalamet's high school sweetheart. After a messy break up ten years ago, Timothée is Hollywood's it boy, while you are a rising star. The two of you will star in a new movie, what could possibly go wrong?

Letters - One day Timothée receives a package from someone unknown: a basket of eighteen letters. Letters from a girl named y/n. A mysterious fan who poured her heart out in her letters and is trying to fix herself. As Timothée begins to read, and the letters begin to run out, he finds himself falling for this girl.

Until one day he stopped reading.

Because she stopped writing.

Can't Help Falling In Love - In which two strangers accidentally get married.

Forever Yours

Heart to Heart

My Girl

The Girl With Hair Longer Than Rapunzel

24 Hours

Paradise

Bride for Rent

The Unknown Number

Bad idea, right?

Catching Feelings

Over and Over Again

Angel Eyes

Risk It All

TIMOTHÉE'S CHARACTERS `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

Foolish Ones - Theodore Laurence

Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Wonka

Choices - Paul Atreides

Against All Odds - Hal [The King, 2019]

STAND ALONE `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

• Rising Star

• Daddy's Angels

• More Than Words 🔥

THE MARAUDERS `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

James Potter

• Almost A Love Story

• Must Be Love

• To All The Boys I've Loved Before

• Once Upon A December

• Me Before You

Regulus Black

• Monster Among Men

• To The Moon and Back

• Protego Maxima

• Forever and Always

Remus Lupin

• Professor, Professor

• Head Over Heels

• Seven Minutes to Forever

• Timeless

Sirius Black

• Golden

• The Name of The Game

• If Only

• Safe and Sound

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

Luke Castellan

• Serendipity

• Sincerely, yours

• Lovelorn

• Late night cravings

HEROES OF OLYMPUS `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

• blood runs thicker than water

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[generalllimaginesss]

"If you weren't my sibling you'd be my best friend." "I can most definitely be both?" "Nah."

hughes sister saying that to jack and being like he can’t be my brother and best friend because that’s already luke

I was waiting for this one!! I hope you like it!!

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Jack wasn't the only middle child in the Hughes family, but he most definitely suffered from Middle Child Syndrome the most. Quinn was busy hanging out with his friends, and his younger two siblings always seemed to leave him out, whether that be on purpose or not was up for debate. Sometimes he just felt forgotten.

The truth is that Luke was like your child growing up. When he was a baby, he was basically a living babydoll. You dressed him up, helped feed him, bathe him, the whole ordeal. When he was old enough to walk, the trouble that the two of you got into was endless. He made sure that when he started to get serious about hockey that you didn't feel left out, always prioritizing your once a week gossip session that took place in your room as you did your skincare routine on you and him while catching him up with what's going on in your life.

The whole Hughes family knew the routine, no interrupting the gossip session, but Jack couldn't help but eaves drop on what you were telling Luke.

"...so I'm standing there, actually watching this dude lie straight through his teeth, telling me that he didn't try to hook up with my friend. Did he think she wouldn't send me the screenshots? I mean seriously..." Jack could hear through the rather thin walls from the place where he was standing in the hallway.

He was about to head to his room, but just as he was passing your bedroom door it opened, like a scene straight out of a movie, hitting him smack dab in the middle of his face.

"Dude this is sad. Are you this desperate to try to be in our circle?" Luke patted his brother on the shoulder as you got closer to the scene.

You and Luke communicated in almost a telepathic way, passing a glance that said it would be ok if Jack joined just this once.

"Come on you idiot," You took his arm and pull him into your room.

He looked between you and Luke, noticing some sort of mask covering both of your faces.

"What the fuck is on your face," Jack laughed as he started to pay attention to his younger brother.

"Don't knock it until you try it," He replied, sipping on a glass of water.

"So what brings you here today," You piped up, curious as to why your older brother was all of a sudden interested in your gossip day with Luke.

"I heard you talking about a boy," Admittedly, he knew it was kind of weird to be listening in on his little sister's love life, but he liked to think that they could be close enough to fill each other in on important information.

He noticed that you were preparing something, and then saw that you were coming towards him with whatever was already on Luke's face.

"No way in hell is that going on my face," He tried to defend himself, but Luke holding his arms behind his back revealed that there was no point in trying.

"If you want to be in on the gossip, you can't skip skincare," You said, applying the mask evenly over Jack's face.

"So you heard what I was saying?" You asked, biting your tongue and concentrating on not making a mess on your floor.

"Mhm," Jack hummed.

"Any advice?" You were actually curious about what he had to say considering he could be the type of dude to do some stupid shit like you had experienced.

"Don't give him the time of day. Know your worth. I mean you got some pretty badass brothers, so you shouldn't expect anything less from a guy," He advised, his eyes closed trying to avoid getting anything in them.

"I think that's why I keep getting disappointed. I mean, not counting Jack, you and Quinn set the bar high for expectations from a guy," Your comment is directed at Luke, but you give Jack a cheeky glance.

"Hey! I'm sitting right here..." He feigned hurt, his hand covering his heart to add to the dramatics.

"No, but seriously. Mom and Dad didn't raise you to settle. Don't compromise your standards for a guy that isn't worth it." Jack's advice was filled with love, something that he wasn't very serious about most of the time, especially with his siblings. They all loved each other, but they rarely expressed it through words.

"Thanks, Jack. You know, if you weren't my sibling you'd be my best friend," You passed him one of your headbands so that he would stop fidgeting and pushing his hair back with his fingers.

"I can most definitely be both?" He furrowed his eyebrows, confused on how he can only qualify for the sibling portion of your comment.

"Nah," Luke piped in, scrolling through his social media on his phone.

"And why's that," Jack questioned, watching as his two younger siblings began to look at each other.

"Listen, Jack. Bud. I love you, but as you can see my best friend slot is kind of filled by Luke. We do love you, though!" You called after him as he began to leave your room.

"Where are you going?" Luke called to Jack right behind you.

"To look for someone to fill my best friend slot since you two obviously have no availability!"

As if on cue, Quinn walked through the living room door, almost hitting Jack again.

"Watch where you're go-" He began, but as soon as he saw what was on his brother's face he folded over laughing.

"What is on your face?" Quinn asked between breaths, trying to hold his composure.

Jack flipped him off, but turned to the two younger siblings that were hanging out of your bedroom doorway.

"I'm sure Quinn would love to be my best friend," Jack narrowed his eyes at you, causing you to giggle.

"Not with whatever is on your face," Quinn chuckled and ruffled Jack's hair.

"I hate you all," Jack rolled his eyes as he made his way to his room.

Although he said it, he'd never mean it. Even if Luke was your so-called best friend, at the end of the day you all knew that it was the four of you against the world. You all would do anything for each other with no questions asked. The four of you may be dispersed across the country at any given point, but eventually you all would find your way home to each other.

“I’ll be your best friend, Jacky Boy,” Quinn knocked on Jack’s door, a suppressed laugh threatening to spill.

“Fuck off,” Jack threw back.

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[distortionbobble]

this is just a silly little warm up drabble to get me back in to writing but.... modern!anakin as the fun but lowkey deadbeat dad and you, the kids' babysitter after he divorces padme is haunting my brain. this is a little different from my usual writing style so if it's a flop everyone close their eyes ok thanks

warning there's no actual infidelity here but it's a little iffy it's a little close. as per usual minors dni

you know he's not the best dad. really, most of the time he just feels like a kid that never grew up. he's childish, snappy, and if you ask him who leia or luke's teacher is he's got no idea.

but man does he love those kids.

you started off as padme and anakin's babysitter; a bandaid to padme's problems with a marriage that's falling apart. she's exhausted, tired of taking care of two tiny seven year olds that are a little too good at getting into trouble. you'd know, you've seen it yourself so so often.

when anakin comes home, he gets to be the fun parent. always away on business trips or whatever-- and you know he's not cheating, he's too faithful to their marriage to do that-- but it doesn't change the fact that he really isn't doing much around the house.

padme doesn't confide to you often but when she does, over a glass of wine after the kids are tucked in and some thriller from twenty years ago is playing on their flatscreen, she tells you things. about their dead bedroom, created mostly by the fact that she can't stand anakin's touch anymore.

and you sympathize with her, you really do; he needs to do more chores around the house, he needs to stop contradicting padme when she gives a consequence to the kiddos and back her parenting up. he's making her the villain in the kids' eyes, you hear her!

but... you don't fully understand how she's able to keep her hands off of him. if you were in her position, you'd probably feel the same, but you're not and anakin skywalker is really. fucking. hot.

but that's none of your business.

until they've divorced. anakin's moved out but the kids are over there the weeks that he's in town and not on business trips. you come early one day, forgetting that the kids come home later on wednesdays, and anakin's in the garage, slid under his car, fixing something that you don't care about right now.

what you do care about is that he's shirtless, with motor oil streaked across his abs, his skin glinting in the afternoon sun and you want to lick it off of him. you should look away, should feel some type of shame, but you don't.

you only realize that you've been ogling him when he slides out a little more and laughs at your sight glued to his body, putting on a show of gulping down water and letting it fall messily. you can't help it, you watch the beads of water trail down his chest, down to his happy trail, and you have to hold back a whimper because dammit, you want him to bend you over the hood of his car and fuck you.

"d'you wanna come in?" he asks, getting up to turn off his music. some blend of early 2000s rock that fits him a little too well. "kids aren't home," anakin says. you don't have it in you to say no.

you're not sure what exactly started everything, but it doesn't matter when he's got your legs spread, has you leaning on the back of the couch and his face is buried between your legs, sucking on your clit and fucking your hole with his tongue. you can feel his nose drag against your labia, and it feels so good you have to hold back the whimpers and moans with your hand clamped to your mouth.

at this, anakin's just laughing at you, teasing you, "when was the last time you got laid, baby? just seein' a little skin got you this worked up?" and you can't manage a word back, distracted by the feel of him and the anxiety of needing to get this done to pick the kids up from the bus.

anakin's not worried about time, tho. he knows he can make you cum in five mins, that's all. and he does. by the time you're finished, his face is fucking soaked, and you'll be more than lucky if the neighbors didn't hear.

doesn't take much convincing after that to start coming in earlier on wednesdays.

#smut #my writing #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x babysitter!reader #modern anakin skywalker #divorced dad anakin #modern star wars smut au #star wars smut #anakin skywalker smut #distortionbobble's fics

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

The sorcerer's demonic firstborn

As you two grew older the little wish to form a bigger family almost seemed unattainable, thankfully you have some friends that can help your dilemma

WC: ~7,1 K

Cw: issues conceiving, Solomon is implied to be unfertile, implied AFAB with they/them pronouns, pregnancy mentioned

Lucifer

" I must admit." Lucifer leans forward to reach for the demonus to fill his glass again "As much of a pest you can be in surprised you found a bottle of demonus so old"

Solomon laughs lightly " an upside of the whole time travel problem" he leans backwards on the chair, getting comfortable "I wasn't sure if things would get suddenly aged or stay the same but it seems it does affect"

" As pliant as good demonus makes me, I will insist on what your intentions are in inviting me here. Surely you don't expect me to believe this is out of the goodness of your heart?" He sips the demonus, slowly smelling its deep aroma

Solomon only sighs "well then, gotta say you caught me there. I want to ask a favor"

Without looking up from his cup he starts " if this has anything to do with a pact do forg-"

" We want your help to have a child"

Lucifer coughs loudly, bringing his hand to catch a stray droplet running down his lip

"Excuse you?"

°•~•°

He, as awkward as it was, rationalizes the request as helping you two with magic, as he promises to search for a spell book

" I believe there is an asexual biparental reproduction spell somewhere inside the royal library. I can ask Lord Diavolo for it"

" We already tried, Barbatos brought it to me but when we tried it didn't seem to work" he refills his own glass " so we thought, if we can't have a child then we should ask the one demon that mc trust with their life"

Lucifer leans backwards against the chair, trying to seem relaxed yet he could see how stiff his jaw was

" I must politely decline your… offer"

" Lucifer, I know you liked YN and we want a kid, so think of it as a exchange" Solomon sips the drink and Lucifer swallows spit " if you want to sweeten the deal I won't ask you to make a pact~" Solomon teases as he extended his hand for him to shake

As soon as they close the deal Solomon quips in "Obviously only for 100 years~ I still will never rest happy until then~"

" How annoying you are" Lucifer sighs heavily yet the corner of his lip twitches slightly

After you fall pregnant Lucifer keeps a distance, unsure if it would be adequate to try and play a more active role, so he simply settles for acting as normal, hugging you goodbye when you leave to the human realm around your third month

You stayed there for your whole pregnancy and first months until eventually the two human representatives returned to the demon lord's castle for a dinner marking the anniversary of the exchange program

Sitting down next to Mammon who kicked Levi out of his chair so you could sit next to him, Diavolo looks at you joyously " YN So long without seeing each other! You had us concerned for one second" He smiles joyfully " for one second we thought your stay at the devildom wasn't pleasant enough for you to return!" He laughs loudly yet for one second you sense nervousness

" Of course not! I was just very… sick lately and I got better not too long ago" you take a sip of the berry juice Barbatos served you when you arrived

" I'm happy to hear you got better!" Diavolo looks toward Barbatos , looking at the hour on the grandfather clock "do you know where Solomon may be? it's almost time" Diavolo asks

Plainly walking from the balcony Solomon pops out "I'm here" but it seems that the sights of everyone but Lucifer were on a baby carrier he had strapped to his chest "the brat got restless so I took her for a walk and some fresh air"

" Solomon has a child?" Diavolo's eyes go wide open before congratulating him " I see! So that is why Yn didn't come here a lot. You two finally managed to conceive a child!"

"A human kid?" Luke jump out of his chair towards Solomon while Simeon follows behind him, trying to calm him down

" There Luke, there. The baby will still be there even if you don't run"

" I have never seen a human kid so young!" He tugs on Solomon's arm to try and get a closer look, from where he is he can only see soft tufts of black hair

Simeon grabs him and settles him on his hip so he can look better " I'm sorry, he is really excited"

" It kind of looks like YN but not really like you, Solomon…" Luke pouts, running his index finger through the baby's fine hair

" Yup, Estelle looks a lot like YN, maybe that is why I love her so much" he laughs as he sees her small hand grab Luke's finger and how his eyes shone at her little giggling

" Oi, oi, what cha mean it looks like YN?" Mammon joins on the chatter

" Well, it's my daughter so…" you teasingly say

" You weren't joking when you said you two got married?!"

" Nop, I did indeed steal your YN away" Solomon laughs in an exaggerated manner as he shows off his ring, making the baby jump in the carrier getting some giggles out of her.

He walks to were mammon is seated, standing to the side

" Whatcha want?" Mammon crosses his arms defensively, leaning towards where you are seated

" My~ can't I sit with my spouse? Maybe the baby wants to go with them in the middle of dinner" he takes Estelle out of the carrier showing her off to prove his point

"As if shady-"

"MAMMON" Lucifer yells as if he was reprimanding a small child. Now with his tail figuratively between his legs mammon exchanges seats where Solomon would be, in front of 'your' seat being used by leviathan, who side eye mammon the whole dinner

Quickly changing his mood looking at the child " so you named her Estelle?" He rests his hand on his chest, a small pleased smile on his lips

Solomon pats her head as she tries to snag the vibrantly colored napkin " yup, we thought it was a fitting name, don't you think?"

He simply smiles "Of course. Just perfect"

It's not until later ( around two years) when Lucifer starts to be a little more present. He handles young children that can talk better than babies.

Could be persuaded or maybe propose to help again

" So for today's tea time what cursed record do you want?" He asks as he browsers through his collection. Solomon and you were summoned at the sorcerer's academy so you left Estelle with Lucifer

" That record that you played last time! please"

" Oh? A selkie's yearning? As you wish" he swiftly starts playing it as sits on one his couches and sees Estelle climb up the facing chair, settling the teapot he bought for her two year birthday

" I want herbal tea!" She smiles messily

" There are many herbal teas, do be more specific" he lightly teases

" I want peach! Because it is the name of the princess in the movie I saw yesterday!"

" As you wish" swirling his finger the pot suddenly fills with hot water and dried fruit slices " now, as we wait, may you tell me why you behaved like a hellhound when you got dropped by? It's uncharacteristic for both of your parents to be dragged out to the point of only nodding"

" Pft, I wanted a baby sister! Emmie has one, cammie has one on the way and wi-wi has a baby brother " with each if the friends she mentions she lifts one finger, as if trying to make a point

" I see… well it might be not be possible beca-"

" Daddy also asked if we could have one!"

" He did? And what did YN say?" Now truly interested he prods at the subject

" They were all like ' I don't know what, too much to ask him, something more blah blah blah. I don't know why it is so hard to plant a cabbage and gime my sister!"

" Really?" Lucifer settles on his couch comfortably, sipping the tea. Well, she now got a big enough to reach chairs and tables and he saw how much fun both if you seemed to have raising her

" I even wrote a list of names! Emmie's sister is called jade, Cammie's sister is going to be Jazmine and wi-wi's is oak so my sister should be something with stars! " she reasons as she pulls a list " i was thinking Aster but she can't have a prettier name than me!"

" You wrote that?" He looks at the messily written paper

" Dad and I were reading baby names and I copied the pretty ones!" She mouths each of the syllables marking each sound " Aster, Danica, Tara"

" I see you have gotten better at reading, last time I taught you you could barely read sentences. Good job"

She puffs her chest with pride, a smug smile crossing her cheeks " of course I have! Did you know that I am the only one of my friend group who can spell big words! I'm even better than some of the bigger girls!"

" Of course I know. I did teach you. Remember?" She lets a breathy laugh

" Estelle! We are back!" Solomon's voice calls from downstairs to which she sets off running

" Be careful with the rug" Lucifer follows behind walking normally

" So? Did you have fun with uncle Lucifer?" He sees you just at the steps of the stairs, hugging Estelle

" Yn, Solomon, you returned quicker than I expected. Estelle didn't even finish her tea"

" Oh, the owl sent the letter to the wrong direction so we got it, it was a simple misunderstanding"

" Good to know. Wo-"

Estelle suddenly sighs heavily, dramatically leaning to the side, tugging on Solomon's sleeve " father! I'm passing out from tiredness, I require a bed!" Before giving a badly disguised wink

Solomon only smiles at the antic, almost laughing seeing Lucifer's and your's confused faces " well, would you want to sleep in yn's former room from when we meet? Meanwhile the adults can talk for a while"

" Do you know why she acts like that?" you ask Lucifer, slightly leaning your head to the side

Snickering, he sees Solomon guide Estelle to the guests room " she started talking about how her friends have siblings"

" Don't tell me she started complaining to you too? I'm sorry, I will tell her to quit it when we come home"

He only hums " she also said Solomon was pestering you too. I wonder what came first?"

" I will admit they teamed up against me in this one" you tiredly let a laugh out " still I already told them both to let it go. Maybe buying a puppy will make her happy"

" Why not give her a proper sibling?"

" Ha. Ha. Very funny"

" I don't joke about this matter. If you two were to agree it could come about two months after Estelle's birthday"

Before you can answer Solomon hugs both of your shoulders from behind, resting his chest against your back " i like the idea, Estelle is entering the stage of running around and yelling all over the house, with a baby sibling she would stay a bit quieter for the sake of the baby"

You lean your head to the side, hair tickling Solomon's nose " it makes sense and Lucifer agrees but I have to stay in the devildom for a season for the magic seal projects and it is harder to teleport pregnant…"

Solomon hums " so it's a ‘not now’, right?"

" Let's talk about it again thoroughly when winter comes and Estelle returns to preschool. Either way I do miss having a baby"

He would not deny the fact of being his biological father if confronted or asked about but wouldn't go out of his way to properly break the news it most likely would go like

" Uncle Lucifer??? We have to talk?” Estelle opens the door to Lucifer's office, almost swinging the door off of it's hinges

Without lifting his sight from his papers he nods " yes? What might you need help with?"

“ You know how blood type works right?” She pushes a family tree over his stack of papers “ I'm wondering how our father is AB+ while the twins are O-, because if my punnett square doesn't lie that is impossible”

“ You father might have forgotten what blood type he is, that should be all”

Without paying him much mind Estelle keeps her monologue “ So I started making some informed journalism and asked uncle mammon about your blood types and, curiously enough, with our progenitor’s blood type only one person would be their biological father”

Suddenly standing still and pointing her finger at Lucifer she exclaims "Did you and my parent cheat on my dad???"

Looking at her plainly and sipping his coffee he grabs his document from under the family tree "I wouldn't say cheating, it would be closer to help conceiving"

Getting surprised at how easily he ‘confessed’ she just sits on the chair in front of him, now processing what she didn't truly believe what she was accusing him of

" Oh I see, a one time thing because they wanted more kids, i kinda understand it now…"

" I guess"

"But it's strange to see the twins and know we are half siblings"

" You three are full blooded siblings, actually"

" oh. …. OH"

Mammon

Very eager to help, maybe even unprompted, just talking about your difficulties with Solomon rather loudly and he will offer to help without really knowing what is really the problem.

Even after being explained he will help with the excuse that 'your first man should be your first choice' but is really happy that you trust him enough to let him help you form your family

You rest your back against the header of the bed, sighing as Solomon returns from the kitchen with a bag of chips

" It sounds like a sad sigh, not a relieved sigh. Did it not…" he tries to handle the subject softly but still is unsure how he can comfort you

" No it did not" you grab a pillow and push it against your face, deafening a scream. not wanting to vent your frustration on Solomon but still needing to get it out

" There, there" he pats your thigh

"maybe next time will be it"

" Maybe or maybe we may need help"

" Mmh… I guess if next time it doesn't work we might look for help"

Suddenly your door opens and mammon appears with the biggest smile on his face " well human! Because I heard you two cry for help I, the great mammon, will come to your aid! So wish forth!

" Unless you can make us a child i doubt you can help mammon" you snap at him, your mood sour. When Solomon touches your shoulder comfortingly you relax " I'm sorry mammon but don't offer your help of you don't know what you are volunteering for"

Mammon face pales, he seems to not have eavesdropped enough to know what you were truly talking about " I-I of course know how to help you" he swallows his spit " demons have been interacting with humans for longer than you think. I could help you but of course if you want I mean I obvs-" tuning him out half way through you look at Solomon who looks back at you

"What do you think?" He mouths

" if you agree too maybe we can try"

" I would love to try"

" Mammon" you snap him out of his nervous rant " we would love your help"

Quickly puffing his chest he boats " pff OF COURSE you two couldn't afford to lose the opportunity to raise the descendants of the great mammon! If they are half as great as I am they might be known for years to come"

" Of course! They will be known for failing the biggest theft in history if they turn out like you" Solomon teases him as he grabs your hand

"OI!"

He is, in contrast with his older brother, very present during the pregnancy . He has experience being ordered around by witches and can adapt to sudden mood changes

" Mammon" you shake him awake, as he looks out the window of the guests room he barely sees a light peach ray peeking from the horizon

" Is something wrong?" He yawns lightly, stretching his spine before a thought snaps him out of it. Quickly seated upright" did ya go into labor or did you get contractions?"

" Nothing like it. The kid got hungry. He wants- " before you can finish he already has a foot outside the bed and is putting on a sandal

" French vanilla bean ice cream with chili oil and pickles. I remember" he swiftly puts on his jacket as he journeys for the other sandal " what do you need"

" We need more ice cream" you see as he finds his sandal underneath the night stand

Without any more words he left to find the ice cream fully knowing that when he returns you will be sleeping or whining about back palm or the spicy third option of crying because you saw how small the newborn boots were.

Returns to the devildom when the baby is two months and your little family stays at the cocytus hall for weeks at a time, essentially moving in as a nanny

You stand back as you see mammon almost kick down the door while trying to open it " I guess it rusted while nobody lived here, huh" as you three look inside it stayed just as you remember from the nightbringer incident, just three layers too many of dust

Solomon quickly snatches the baby as you enter the house, lifting dust around you " Solomon do you remember this couch! It was the last piece of furniture we bought before returning!" A big puff of dust flying up in the air as you fall on said couch. The former royal blue hidden behind a coat of gray dust

As he smiles from the door he leans to the side, baby tucked between his arms " I remember. I believe that Mammon himself recommended that unit"

Mammon suddenly looks up " huh? Me? I don't remember" but he brushes it off and keeps checking if various furniture are still working

Solomon stays outside, far too worried about the baby not inhaling one speck of dust " it was about two thousand years ago I believe, so…" mammon only nods, having given up on trying to remember a fleeting furniture recommendation more than a thousand years ago. Either way you had given up on trying to know if the brothers remember the things from back then or if that formed another timeline completely

" How long do you think it will take for us to clean this" Solomon asks from outside

" If we only clean the living room, kitchen and two rooms, maybe two days?" Mammon, runs his fingers over the table, lifting a noticeable amount of dust

Nodding along he now asks " and if I commanded 70 demons?"

You laugh hysterically as you walk towards him, trying to hold your child but he doesn't allow you to, whispering something about dust sticking to clothes " are you still so scared of Barbatos you refuse to summon him again?"

Solomon gives you a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes " he teleported me to a dragon's nest, YN"

" That was more than a thousand years ago~"

Quickly leaving the house mammon stretches lazily " how about you ask your demons to tidy up and we go get lunch, baby!"

As you four arrive to ristorante six mammon goes to grab a table with Edmund as you and Solomon and order

Toying with a grim he puts the kid on his knees, as if they were talking " grim" he dangles the gold coin in front of the baby, who was looking intensely at it " here" he slips the coin between his tiny hands, needing both to grab it

" Mammon?" The familiar voice calls from behind, when he turns to see he sees beel, carrying a tray with a mount of burgers " you are here again! Lucifer got worried sick when you suddenly disappeared"

Giggling slightly he points to the baby on his legs " oh well, YN and Solomon needed help with this little fella so as their first man I HAD TO help them"

When beel peeked his head he saw a chubby baby biting on some Grim and tugging on mammon's gold necklace, he could clearly see some semblance of your hair and nose on the child. Either way brushing it away beel sits in front of mammon, chomping on his burgers

" So, where are they? I don't believe I saw them"

Noticing the baby was getting tired of being seated, Mammon coddles it against his chest " supposedly, ordering food" as he looks toward the order line he meets gazes with you, simply waving at him. Waving back he asks beel " how are the others? Terribly sad that the great mammon left if I must guess"

Beel keeps chomping on his burgers but he simply says " nothing much really, the same as always, maybe asmo and Levi might come to buy some special edition thingy later" he points to the yellow and orange poster worth the drawing of a pudding with adzuki puree inside and pink flowers

" Hello you two~" you greet them, as you push the trays on the table " didn't expect to meet you here, beel" your shirt is tugged on by the sleeve by Edmund, who is looking up at beel

" Hm, I just finished practice so I'm famished" he notices the baby looking at his burger, or more exactly the yellow and red wrapper, " is he hungry?" He sounds a little worried " I heard human kids have to eat lots, have one buddy" as he tries to pass him an unwrapped burger something stops his hands, looking up it's Solomon's pale hand

" As of now Edmund only drinks milk, he isn't even three months old, feeding him burgers would make much more harm than good" beel swiftly takes his arm back, munching on the burger

" Guess i forgot human kids were delicate" he scratches his head

" OOOAAAH?!" a sudden yelp alerts you but it was only Levi, accompanied by asmo " is that Henry?" Skipping towards your table he almost throws himself for a hug but is stopped by a clearly pissed off Solomon in the way

" Be. Careful. With. The. Child" the shadow around his eyes thickens " how many times do I have to repeat it for you to remember"

" Child?" A soft coo makes him notice the small things on your lap. The two start some kind of staring contest, looking at each other for a good minute or so without blinking, then he looks at mammon's and goes back to Edmund "How strange… it's usually demons asking for witches' firstborns, not the other way around"

Truly a charm with babies and toddlers, they can just feel how much he cares and how much he means his 'uncle mammon will protect you regardless'

Mammon's phone shines in the middle of the night, he sees your profile picture with the text saying 'call incoming' he expected an accident call or something not a sniffy toddler calling him

" Edmund? Rockstar ? Did something happen?" He stays down on his bed listening to the kid

" Uncle mammon I had a bad dream" he had to stop for a few seconds because the hiccups got too strong " now I need to go to the bathroom but there is a monster under my bed. It wants to eat me"

"On the way kiddo. How did you even get Yn's phone?"

"They left it here when we were doing family reading round"

Black fog forms from the shadows under his bed, leaking forming a circle that soon starts to take the shape of a man, when it disperses mammon is standing right there

" Uncle mammon!" Edmund throws himself to his arms

" Tell me! Where is that disgraced monster?! I'm gonna make them regret the day they wanted to eat you" cue an extremely adorable sequence of mammon flashing his DDD flashlight, throwing cushions and fake fighting noises in his wardrobe. " And never return!" He steps out of the closet, jacket a little messy. Puffing his chest he acts as though he had fought a real beast " Fear not! For I, great mammon has slain the beast!"

" Uncle mammon!" The kid hugs his neck, dampening slightly the fabric of his shirt with his tears

" Haha, Uncle mammon will fight any beast for you kiddo

Is really close with the child, acting as the cool uncle that hides his fuck ups which might get him in trouble more often than not

" EDMUND!" Mammon hears your voice yelling from down the hallway. Getting away from the game machine he leaves the room, he sees a 15 year old Edmund sitting on the floor in front of you

" I promise! I didn't do it!" He exclaims angrily as if he was a good man getting accused of stealing

" Edmund! That was your father's and I's engagement ring!"

" It wasn't me! I swear!"

"Then why were you snooping around our room?!"

" I was looking for spare change for the arcade! That's all!"

Quickly standing between you two mammon yells " I'M SO SORRY YN! I SOLD IT FOR GRIMM"

" Mammon!"

Solomon glides into the room, holding a little velvet box " dear? Why is mammon hanging from the ceiling?" He looks up to find mammon hanging from a rope around his waist looking down on him already given up on setting himself free

You grunt annoyed " I went to put on my ring after bathing but when I went to the jewelry box it was nowhere to be seen. Mammon sold it" Solomon turns his head to the side, seemingly confused

" He… sold it?" He asks confusedly , to which you nod, "That is strange. I took your ring to recharge it, the magic was wearing off" he opens the velvet box and shows the silver ring with a shining blue stone

" So that means… MAMMON!"

" Hick! But I didn't do anything!!"

" For lying!"

Satan

By how nonchalant he seems you would have thought he already expected it

He didn't

He is still processing

Sensing people entering his room room Satan peeks down from the reading nook, leaning over the railing to see you enter

" Satan? Can we talk for a sec?"

Closing his book he settles it on the table in front of him " okay, come up"

Walking up the stairs he can see a small black bag under your armpit. Arching an eyebrow he leans against the wall

Before he asks what you want to talk about you start saying as you grasp the black fabric " I come with intentions of negotiation"

" Not even a hi?" He laughs lightly " okay then, YN what do you want to negotiate with the avatar of wrath?"

His eyes swipe to the table, now over the thick book there is a little black plushie of a cat and a stack of polaroids of Pollux and castor, your two Siamese cats.

As he spreads the photos on his hands his eyes twinkle as different poses of you and Solomon's cats flash by

" Oh? Starting heavy are we? Still haven't told me what you want"

" Well, You know how a few years ago sol and I took in some cats to 'liven up' the house " Satan hums as he keeps looking at the photos " we thought that maybe we wanted… kids…" he again mindlessly hums, only really focused on the picture of the twin cats eating on your glass table and their pink little paws "and we found we couldn't conceive so we thought about asking your help" you nudge his knee with your foot to get his attention back.

Looking at you with his wide green eyes his mouth opens slightly and stays like that for a second before he speaks

" By that you mean…" he stops for a second before smiling "Alright, allow me to help you two reach your dream"

Reads the last published medical papers (demonic and human) to look out for anything worry worth and try to ease your nerves (he is also nervous but we don't talk about that hahah). He ends up fighting with Solomon about demon pregnancy vs human pregnancy prenatal care

" Say yn, did you know that demon children need a substantial amount of calcium given their thicker bones?" Satan takes a bottle of calcium supplements out if his pocket " I noticed you haven't been eating nearly enough calcium"

" Satan…"

Solomon quickly joins, grabbing the bottle" and I might remind you that that baby is still half human, and I made sure to calculate just how much of everything they are eating"

" and might I remind you how YN almost passed out given their acquired iron deficiency? I do believe I'm safe to assume at least a small supplementation is needed" he looks at Solomon seething next to you before agreeing with a dry nod

That child I swear can read better than some high schoolers. Catch this three year old baby talk about an enlightenment manuscript he just read because it was the most age appropriate thing his uncle had at hand

" alright, brat, time to get going, we still have to drop you at school and get going to the academia " Solomon walks quickly into the fourth Born's room, eyes scanning it for the boy only to find him seated on the floor next to his uncle

Satan taps the kid's shoulder barely looking up his book " your dad is here, put on your shoes"

He doesn't look up from the old scroll on his sticky hands until Solomon is standing in front of him " Charles, we are running late. Book down, sit up and let's go"

The child looks at him as they walk out of the room " papa, can I tell you about Hume?"

Sighing knowing this will be all he will speak about the rest of the week" sure, kiddo, who was Hume?"

You and Solomon call him ' Satan's spawn ' when he misbehaves and he acts offended

" Goodness gracious! Charlie, stay still!" Your voice rips apart the silence in your home and Satan just stands at the door wondering what is happening

He was originally there to retrieve a spell book he lended you and now he needed to pull a prank, but now seeing you struggling with a toddler behaving like a feral dog

" Why is he behaving like this? He is usually so polite"

Gasping as charlie jumps out of your arms and runs next to Satan who quickly and with ease grabs his shoulders and holds him still " he ate some candy from the cupboard and now he behaves like a feral animal"

" I would say he is behaving like Satan's spawn!" Solomon's voice chimes from the stairs as he walks down with a small pile of books

Satan rises one eyebrow and looks at the kid " I'm not claiming this one, I prefer cats over feral dogs" he says somewhat offended before you two start laughing

Enjoys the role of uncle more than the role of parent so he would much rather not confess the child's conception and risk a change in dynamics

" uncle! Uncle!" A preteen boy comes inside, rushing in

" what is it now?"

" I'm boreedd" he whines as he starts flipping through books walking around his room

" well, I'm pretty sure your father left you more than a considerable amount of magical study homework"

" I was thinking more about testing how many cats we can sneak in before uncle Lucifer finds out" he smiles mischievous

Satan looks at him unamused " the maximum is 24, I doubt a kid would be able to do much better"

" oh, yeah? Then let's see how you apologize when you see I managed to beat you, old man!"

" oh? Did you reach puberty? Suddenly you got so gutsy" he smiles as he sees the boy run off to mischief " mmmh, should I tell Solomon and YN?... nah, he will surely be alright, Lucifer doesn't punish him harshly"

Asmodeus

" Who even turned off the white noise machine?!" Asmodeus marches from his bathroom only to find both you and Solomon seated on his bed " oh~? An early birthday present for me?~"

Solomon perks as asmo sits on your lap, pulling his legs over his own " glad to know you liked the surprise, thought about dropping by before we leave"

Asmo sneaks an arm behind your neck, pushing you closer and prompting you to touch his chest " OOooh you shouldn't have" his hand now cups your head, trying to make you lean so he could kiss you to which you do, granting you a kiss on the cheek " muah, I'm sure it was my dearest YN~ always so nice"

Running your fingers through his hair you admit to him being wrong " maybe most of the time but not this one, this was all Solomon"

Looking at him puffing his chest Asmodeus looks at him suspiciously " oh? It's unlike you to be so thoughtful. Unless you want something."

"Asmodeus! It hurts me that you think so lowly of me!" The pink eyes keep staring into his soul, unblinking and plain faced.

For some reason whenever Asmodeus is remarkably angry or suspicious he stops blinking, only staring straight into the person's eyes. When you and Solomon went to the past you noticed that in no moment did Asmodeus blink, at some point you agreed that he only blinks to resemble to some extent the succubi and incubi, rather than physiological need.

" Fine! Yes. We wanted to ask you for something" he puts his hands up defensively

Asmodeus gasps, turning to you with a kicked puppy face " so YN also knew everything but didn't tell me, meanie!" He purses his lips as if he was a spoilt toddler but is still cozying up in your lap.

Now with a flirty smile he adds " fufufu~ I will have to punish you two"

" Why don't you hear what Solomon has to say? I'm pretty sure you will like it" you smile twirling his hair with your fingers

Seeing as Asmodeus looks at him with a doozy smile Solomon explains " as you must have noticed by now YN and I are attempting for a child lately-"

" Oh~ so that is why you two didn't invite me those times"

" But we found that immortality doesn't stop all aging in the body, causing me to be unable to father children" he scratches his neck, looking to the side

" Oh, I already know what you two wanted to ask me~" Asmodeus looks at him, touching his shoulder reassuringly "so you want me to help you two out right? Fine but I will only ever be 'uncle Asmodeus'" he smiles devilish

Will only engage with the twins when matters like clothes come in

Asmodeus puts a hand on his chin, looking at the twin babies on their cribs “YN, dearie?" He calls out " who chose those…" he stutters for a second, as if calling them clothes was an offense "Rags?"

" mmh? Oh, well, for the first nine months of their life it's believed that children with magical parents should wear clothes with protective sigils just in case they summon something accident"

" I mean… I already knew that but do they have to be ugly or was that a personal choice on your part?"

" haha, you can blame your beloved Solomon, he wanted to make the tunics himself" as you see how he inspects the stitching that made up the sigils you joke a bit “I tried to tell him that this skills lay in magic not home rearing”

" I mean he did a pretty sweet job to be blindfolded" he makes a snide remark as he runs his finger through the edge stitching before he rips it with his sharp nail and takes a needle set from his bag “is it really that hard to make your stitching even?”

Will deny being anything other than their uncle. Will gaslighting gatekeep girlboss his way out of any suspicion. If they insist a lot he might confess but stand by the fact that he is their uncle not dad

"Horrible news, Uncle asmo! " A teen girl with short hair bursts through the door, teary eyed

" devastating news, uncle asmo!" A similar girl with long hair follows behind, both of them hang on both of asmodeus' shoulders

" oh? What happened?" He asks as he applies contour on his face, only half listening to them

" Today in class we were learning about blood types, right, esmeralda?"

" Right, Ruby, and we were making family trees" as she starts going on about how she dug through family records to know their grandparents blood types, asmo knew what they were going to say "and can you guess what?"

" what?"

" We are A+ and B+, right?" Asmo simply nods, even when he doesn't know " and do you know what our parents blood type is?"

" oh, tell me more" as he slowly goes to grab his phone Esmeralda grabs his hand

" both of them are O! Do you know what that means?!"

Feeling a drop of sweat fall down his neck and swallowing the lump on his throat he asks " what does it mean?"

As the twins look at each other they say at the same time "We were changed at birth!"

Sighing with relief, asmo grabs a lipstick and cleanly applies it on " oh, I wouldn't worry too much, Solomon is quite an old man and usually remembers things wrong surely he is mistaken"

Both of them relax a little, nodding along with his logic, as one of them sits on the bed another looks at his skincare "say uncle asmo, what is your blood type?"

The stroke that was supposed to be on his lower lip went down to his chin as he tensed up " why the wonder?"

" Uncle Asmo tensed up!" As ruby gasps and smiles " this is just in the telenovelas! You are so nervous to tell us because you are our real father!"

As the tweens were jumping yelping about the main character vibes they were getting Asmo sends one short text to Solomon

' come pick up your crotch goblins'

‘NOW’

Beel

He proposed it because he wants to see one of his most important people happy

(Wishes you name one of the twins Lilith or any variation )

He takes his shoes off at the front door, already knowing you would get mad at him for dragging mud all around the house.

he starts walking down the hallway with his orange socks to the arch leading to the living room “I dropped by earlier. Sorry if it caused an inconvenient for you two-” even if he couldn't hear or see either of you he falls silent, the feeling of sometimes plush under his foot making him jump to the thought that he stepped on your mini poodle, even if there wasn't much sound

As he kneels to check what was under his foot he picks up a child sized white coat, the material would make any infant look like a baby sheep.

“Huh?” He brings it closer to his face, deciding to leave it on a table besides a little IVF brochure. “Guys? Are any of you home?”

“ Up here!” A voice calls from upstairs, most distinctively Solomon's. As he walks towards him been can't help but notice one of the formerly closed doors now open and painted

“ You came early, huh? Don't your fungol matches last until 10? It's barely 8” Solomon doesn't turn to look at him, still hunched over a piece of crib and painting it white with pastel yellow stars and shines

“ Bad weather, the ground was too wet to play” he says plainly “what have you got there?”

“ mhm, a little gift for our anniversary.” Beel squats besides him, looking at the brush slowly paint the wood “If it ever happens I want to be prepared” Solomon laughs

“ If it ever happens?” He turns his head slightly, looking at him weirdly.

“We have been attempting for a while now and it doesn't seem likely yet… I have been trying to steer them towards other ways, at least they seem to be accepting of the IVF idea”

“ Like the paper thing on the table?”

Solomon nods “ yeah, we were thinking about it, they seemed unsure about having a donor, tho” the little black mini poodle walks inside the nursery and stands between Solomon's legs, seeking attention.

“ and I'm still am” your voice says from the door to the hallway, your shoulder leaning against the frame “it's such an awkward thing to ask… plus who would we ask?”

Silently lifting one arm beel says “ I could… if you guys want”

Will eat the same pregnancy cravings as you so you don't feel shy eating them in public

As you two walk the devildom’s streets buying things Solomon and you needed back at home you can't help but get glimpses of food promos and wonder, hydra blood custard with Quetzalcoatl brains, screaming cherry syrup over deviled pickles with dragon breath spicy sauce, or even devildom peaches with ground beef over

“ Are you getting hungry? I could eat a light snack. Five burgers might hit the spot” beel asks you as he carries the bags with newly bought equipment

“ Oh, I'm just getting the blunt end of pregnancy cravings, like I need something cold like blue flower frozen cream with black stinger bee spicy honey mustard and maybe some buffo egg over it. But I'm trying to ignore them” when you turn to him you can see his eyes shining brightly, two starts shaped Pupils looking at you in awe and a thin strand of saliva escapes his lips

He grabs both of your hands as he looks I'm awe “ That is literally the best thing I have heard today. Let's dig in”

Actually rather hands on! Uncle beel is at every little league game cheering even when you two can't be present

As you fall on the couch you lift both legs up, almost lying down. All stress leaving your body until a voice calls at you

“Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at Lily's match?” Solomon's head pops from the kitchen, on his hand a weird sandwich

Suddenly realizing that your preteen daughter wasn't with her father at her game you jump to your feet “ Me? I thought you were taking her there?!”

As you two try to call lily lying about traffic being bad and Already being on your way you get a text from beel

‘Are you two coming? :)‘

‘lily and I are waiting for you two with her team’

‘ but the match is starting in five minutes so hurry!’

As you put on your shoes again and Solomon runs to the car a breath of relief escapes your lungs

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me solomon #solomon x reader #obey me lucifer #lucifer x reader #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #obey me satan #satan x reader #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #asmo x reader #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #beel x reader #beelzebub x reader

[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

"What's My Favorite?"

Pt. ONE. Pt. TWO.

Incl. Smut. Smut. Smut. Smut— uses of the words "Mama", "Pretty babe", etc. Pussy eating, praise ig?, Mommy kink, teasing, it's kinda short, maybe a part four.

Tags. Gojo x Dom!reader, Gojo smut, pussy eating, Sub!Gojo, Jjk smut, F!user, female reader obviously, NSFW!!!!! MDNI!!!!!!!!

Note from the author. I am kinda tired, but I tried kinda hard on this. Someone asked me to do it and ofc I had to, bc I love ya'll sm <3 ENJOY, BITCHEAS AND WEEBS!!!!

"Pleasure you, huh? Switching the roles... I see how it is." Gojo replied, putting his glasses back on and leaning closer to you.

"You might have to show me a few things, mamas... Pretty new to this." He lies, kissing your neck as he pulls you up and closer to the couch.

"Yeah... Like I'd ever—" "Let your body do the talking, eh?" He cuts you off with a smirk, snapping the rim of your shorts before taking them off completely. He clicks his tongue when he sees the wet spot on your panties, looking up at you with adorable puppy eyes and a grin.

"Your body's saying a lot, huh?" He giggles childishly, trying to be all sexy but failing. He digs his nose into your aching and clothed clit, before licking a stripe up and taking them off.

"Damn... looks so pretty for me..." He says, grabbing your hips while he starts to hungrily lick and suck on your sensitive bud, humming in delight when your legs start to shake and he pulls a squeal from your lips. He's a smug little bitch.

"You Luke that?" He says in a breathy way, hands groping your body desperately while he slides his tongue inside your hole, closing his eyes when you start to clench around it.

"D-d— FUCK~ 'Toru... H-hmm... P-please— Don't stop..." You moan out, grabbing his hair with one hand while the other holds you steady on the couch.

He's really good at this... He has your orgasm building fast after what feels like hours, but has only been five or ten minutes. He keeps hungrily licking and sucking, hands sliding to your thighs while he drinks every drop of liquid your cunt makes for him. And just for him.

"H-hmm… Baby~ A-A-Ah— F-f-f-fuck... I-I'm C‐cumm- -ing~" You breathlessly moan, head falling back as you close your eyes.

A sweet and milky substance squirts out and onto his face, which he gasps in happiness when it does. He keeps licking it off your skin and trying to get it off his face, giggling while he lives it off. He has a new addition.

"Wow, Mama... Why haven't you given me this before? Tastes so good, pretty babe." He mumbles into your inner thigh, which makes you want to scream and crumble away.

"You can do it again, y'know... If you want..."

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.

.

"Or... You could stick it inside me..."

(Ehehehe)

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[takitafulily]

Misadventures of the MCs #02

Welcome to our exclusive interview with your favourite MCs! It's ok if you don't know them, let's get to know them!

Q: Let's start simple! Who's the baby?

WHB!MC: Easy, Ppyong

OB!MC: Luke. No matter how much he denies it it's Luke.

TWST!Yuu: I'm gonna say Ortho since Grim is technically a cat, not human, but then again Ortho isn't exactly human either...

LTD!MC: Oh! I'm invited? I'm flattered, thank you! Oh, the baby? Yinny definitely!

MM!MC: Shhhhhhh don't tell him I said this... it's Yoosung-

Q: Who's the parent of everyone?

WHB!MC: Either me or Solomon I guess. Probably Solomon.

OB!MC: Everyone's expecting me to say Lucifer. Wrong. It's Barbatos. Poor demon works overtime to make sure the universe doesn't collapse in on itself.

TWST!Yuu: Hmmm, I'm gonna say Professor Crewel, but he's not the affectionate parent type, he's the Asian parent.

LTD!MC: I'm not quite sure... everyone's very professionally so most of us know how to look after ourselves... maybe Chauncy...

MM!MC: (Immediate response) Jaehee. Please. Give my girl a break-

Q: What's the hardest currency to obtain (as a F2P)?

WHB!MC: Solomon's tears. I need my dear ancestor to cry more please-

OB!MC: Devil points. You really need to save and gacha wisely...

TWST!Yuu: Gems. Once you reach you limit in the storyline, cleared your twistunes and cleared your weekly missions they're so hard to come across...

LTD!MC: Tomatoes I guess? I'm not very F2P friendly after a certain point which is a shame...

MM!MC: The. Freaking. Hour. Glasses.

Q: How many times has someone attempted to kill you so far?

WHB!MC: A couple dozen times, the angels just won't leave me alone-

OB!MC: About 10-20 times? I forget to count since it gets brushed under the rug every time. (Cue the other MC staring weirdly at them) What?

TWST!Yuu: 9 and counting, though I guess some weren't personal I just happened to be there.

LTD!MC: N-none??? Are you guys ok????? (Concerned noises)

MM!MC: Less than 10 I think? They were pretty close calls though.

#whb #whb mc #what in hell is bad #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad? #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me mc #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst yuu #ltd #lovetodo #lovetodo mc #mystic messenger mc #mystic messenger

[hd-junglebook]

Can I Help You

Part 1 - Word Count 3136

Prev - Next

masterlist

This is a little shorter than I wanted it to be, but here is my first ever Luke Hughes series. message me to be added to the tag list. Enjoy!

Luke sat in the chilly office, his fingers nervously tapping on the worn textbook in front of him. His father's anger was palpable to put it lightly, the tension he left in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.

The threat of losing his hockey privileges forever loomed over him like a dark cloud, but Luke's mind kept drifting to the upcoming game. It was all he could think about, consuming his every thought.

He needed to make it to that game, not just for himself, but for his father, his teammates, and the sheer love of the sport that coursed through his veins.

This was his last chance to prove himself, to show everyone that he wasn't a lost cause. But no matter how hard he tried, academics remained an enigma, a puzzle he couldn't quite solve.

The worst part was that it wasn’t just the pressure from his dad, but his coach, worst of all. The memory was fresh in his mind, the words still ringing in his head.

"Luke, you're one of our star players, but I can't keep you on the team if your grades don't improve. This is your last chance. Get a tutor, get your act together, or you're benched for the season."

Lost in his thoughts, Luke almost jumped out of his skin when a sudden knock at the door pierced the silence. His eyes darted away from the textbook, heart racing in his chest.

"Who's there?" Luke muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Seconds ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. Then, a familiar feminine voice broke through the stillness, sending a shiver down his spine.

"It's me, Luke. Can I come in?" The voice was like honey, smooth and sweet, and Luke's mind instantly lit up with recognition.

It was her, the girl of his dreams, the one he had been secretly pining for. The hottest girl in school, and the one he had been assigned to work with.

In a flash, Luke leapt to his feet, nearly tripping over himself in his haste to reach the door. Energy surged through his body, a sudden burst of adrenaline that made his heart race and his palms sweat. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before turning the handle.

As the door swung open, Luke found himself face to face with her, his breath catching in his throat.

"Hey," he managed to stutter out, his voice cracking slightly. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, a blush spreading across his face as he tried to play it cool, leaning casually against the doorframe.

But inside, his heart was pounding, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts and possibilities, all centered around the stunning girl standing before him.

Her dark hair was pulled into a bun, her glasses resting on her nose as she looked Luke up and down. "You know what day it is Luke?" The girl says playfully as she enters the room.

Luke immediately blushes, as he was already aware of why she was in his room today. "Uh, yeah" he replies quickly, not wanting to give off the idea he didn't know.

She smiles, a devilish grin that just made Luke melt even more. "Good, then let's get started," she said softly, as she sat down next to him.

Luke sat next to her, the tension in the room was thick, could cut it with an axe. Luke was a nervous wreck, every word he said left an awkward pause before she would reply, and she always had the perfect response on standby.

He started to sweat, realizing how lucky he was to be in this position, she was the hottest girl in school, but still just another person. He kept going over in his head, what do I say next?

"Are you paying attention?' she probed with a smile.

"Oh yeah, definitely, I'm sorry I was uh, just thinking about something I'll try a little harder from now on" Luke's blushing and nervousness increases and his tone becomes shaky as he speaks. The girl giggles a little to herself, knowing the effect she has on him.

It was midway through their lesson when Luke finally worked up the courage to speak. "Hey, I know it's pretty out of nowhere, but..." he hesitates, not knowing how to finish the sentence.

The girl looks at him, waiting for him to finish, and he quickly composes himself "My frat is hosting a party on Saturday, and um... I was wondering if you would come and... uh... you know..."

Her eyebrow arched slightly as she considered Luke's invitation, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Are you asking me to be your date to the party, Luke?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement.

Luke felt his cheeks burn, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to find the right words. "Well, I mean... yeah, I guess I am," he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"I just thought it could be fun, you know? We could hang out, maybe dance a little..."

She leaned back in her chair, studying him with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through him. "I don't know, Luke," she said, her tone teasing. "I'm not sure if you can handle me on the dance floor."

Luke's eyes widened, his mouth going dry at the thought of dancing with her, feeling her body moving against his. "Oh, I can handle it," he blurted out, immediately regretting his words as he saw the glint of mischief in her eyes.

She laughed, a sound that made Luke's heart skip a beat. "Alright then, you're on," she said, reaching out to poke his chest playfully. "But I have to warn you, I've got some moves that might make you blush."

Luke grinned, feeling a surge of confidence at her acceptance. "I'm not afraid of a little challenge."

She smirked, leaning in closer until her face was just inches from his. "We'll see about that," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

With that, she pulled back, turning her attention back to the textbook in front of them as if nothing had happened. But Luke could still feel the electricity crackling between them, the promise of something more hanging in the air.

…

She stepped out of the car, the crisp winter air cut through the bustling campus of the University of Michigan, carrying with it the promise of snow.

As she walked across the bustling campus, her breath forming small clouds in front of her, Y/N's mind drifted to the mountain of homework waiting for her back at the dorm.

y/n sighed, adjusting the heavy bag on her shoulder.

Before long, she arrived at her dorm building, the sound of laughter and chatter spilling out from the open windows. She climbed the stairs to her third-floor room, the noise growing louder with each step.

y/n opened the door, she was greeted by a familiar sight - her two roommates, Emma and Clarke, engaged in a fierce battle of Wii Sports. Emma shouted, swinging her controller wildly as her Mii slammed a tennis ball across the virtual court.

"Oh, it's on!" Clarke yelled back, her tongue poking out in concentration as she returned the shot. Y/N couldn't help but laugh at their antics, shaking her head as she closed the door behind her. "I'm home, nerds!" she called out over the din of the game.

"Hey, look who it is!" Emma exclaimed, not taking her eyes off the screen. Her voice carried a teasing lilt, the corners of her lips tugging into a mischievous grin.

"How's the new boy?" Clarke added, grunting as she lunged to make a particularly difficult shot. "Did you make any progress on turning jocks to geniuses today?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, flopping down on the fluffy beige couch. "Ha ha, very funny. For your information, Luke will be making great progress. He might even pass his classes this semester if he follows my advice."

"Ooh, first name basis, huh?" Emma waggled her eyebrows suggestively, her playful tone punctuated by the sound of button mashing. "Sounds like someone's got a crush on the hockey hottie!"

Y/N threw a pillow at her, laughing. "Shut up! It's not like that. I don't date students, remember?" Her voice was light, masking the faint flutter in her chest.

"Yeah, yeah, we know," Clarke said, finally tearing her eyes away from the game as it ended in her victory. "But you've got to admit, he's pretty cute.

For a jock, anyway." She smirked, her gaze flicking towards Y/N as if daring her to disagree. Y/N hid her smile behind a stray pillow, the warmth of her cheeks betraying her amusement.

As she cracked open her textbook, her mind couldn't help but wander to her previous relationship. Y/n didn’t necessarily lie to Luke, she didn’t date students but that wasn’t the reason she declined Lukes’s offer.

Mark was the star quarterback of the football team. They had started dating in their sophomore year after a tutoring session, drawn together by their shared drive and passion for success.

At first, things were great. They were the power couple of the campus, turning heads wherever they went. But as time went on, the cracks started to show.

Mark became possessive, jealous of any time Y/N spent with anyone else. He demanded constant attention, even when Y/N needed to focus on her studies.

Their fights were explosive, echoing through the halls of the dorm. Y/N knew it wasn't healthy, but she was in too deep. She loved Mark, or at least she thought she did.

It all came to a head one night when Mark showed up at her dorm, drunk and angry. He accused her of cheating on him, of putting her studies before their relationship.

Y/N tried to reason with him, but he would not listen. In a fit of rage, he put his fist through the wall, inches from her face.

That was the final straw. Y/N ended things then and there, despite Mark's pleas and promises to change. She knew she deserved better, and she wasn't going to let anyone, no matter how much she cared for them, derail her future.

But Mark couldn't seem to let go. He still texted her late at night, telling her how much he missed her, how he was going to make things right.

He'd corner her on campus, pleading for another chance. Y/N was firm in her resolve, but a small part of her couldn't help but wonder what might have been.

She shook her head, trying to focus on the words in front of her. That was the past, and she had moved on. She had her studies, her friends, and a bright future ahead of her. No boy, no matter how charming or persistent, was going to change that.

…

Y/N stepped onto the ice, the cold air rushing over her skin as she took a deep breath. She adjusted her headphones, making sure they were securely in place, before reaching up to tighten her ponytail. Her hair was pulled back, the silky strands glinting under the bright lights of the rink.

With a final tug on her gloves, Y/N began to skate, her blades gliding smoothly over the glossy surface. She moved with purpose, her strides long and powerful as she built up speed.

The music in her ears was soft at first, a gentle melody that seemed to float through the air around her.

the opening notes of "After Hours" began to play, Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, letting the music wash over her. She could feel it in her bones, the rhythm pulsing through her veins like a heartbeat.

With a deep breath, she opened her eyes, her gaze focused and determined.

Thought I almost died in my dream again

Y/N struck a pose, her arms extended gracefully and her back arched. She held the position for a moment, her muscles taut and her expression serene. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, she pushed off, her blades cutting through the ice like a knife through butter.

Fightin' for my life, I couldn't breathe again

She glided backwards, her arms sweeping through the air in a fluid motion. Her hips swayed to the beat of the music, her body moving with a natural grace that was both sensual and athletic.

As the tempo increased, Y/N picked up speed, her legs pumping and her heart racing in her chest.

I'm fallin' in too deep

Without you, don't wanna sleep

With a sudden twist of her hips, Y/N launched herself into a spin, her arms tucked in close to her body. She rotated faster, her ponytail whipping around her face and her eyes closed in concentration. The world blurred around her, the colors and lights melting together into a dizzying kaleidoscope.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Luke had just entered the rink through the locker room door. He paused for a moment, his hand still on the handle, as he caught sight of her on the ice. His eyes widened, his mouth falling open slightly as he watched her move.

Cause my heart belongs to you

I'll risk it all for you

I want you next to me

This time, I'll never leave

She was a vision, her body moving with a fluidity and grace that was almost otherworldly. Luke couldn't tear his gaze away, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched her spin and leap. He had never seen her like this before, so completely lost in the moment, so utterly free.

Quietly, Luke made his way over to the bleachers, his footsteps muffled by the thick rubber mats. He sat down heavily, his elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward, his eyes never leaving Y/N's form. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, his palms growing damp with sweat as he watched her move.

Y/N was oblivious to his presence, her focus entirely on the music and the movement of her body. She glided across the ice, her blades flashing in the light as she picked up speed. Her arms were extended, her fingers graceful and delicate as they traced patterns in the air.

I'm fallin' in too deep, oh

Without you, I can't sleep

Insomnia relieve

Talk to me, without you I can't breathe

As the song reached its climax, Y/N's movements became more intense, more passionate. She launched herself into a series of jumps, her body twisting and turning in mid-air as she defied gravity. Luke's breath caught in his throat, his eyes wide with wonder as he watched her soar.

And I said, baby, I'll treat you better than I did before

I'll hold you down and not let you go

This time I won't break your heart, your heart, no

Finally, as the last notes of the song faded away, Y/N struck her final pose, her chest heaving and a triumphant smile on her face. Luke couldn't help himself - he burst into applause, startling Y/N out of her reverie.

She spun around, her eyes wide with surprise as she spotted Luke sitting in the bleachers. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air crackling with tension and unspoken emotions. Then, slowly, Y/N skated over to the edge of the rink, her gaze never leaving Luke's.

"How long have you been watching?" she asked, her voice soft and slightly breathless.

Luke swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "Long enough to know that you're amazing," he said, his voice low and filled with admiration. "I had no idea you could skate like that."

Y/N ducked her head, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "It's just something I do for fun," she said, shrugging slightly. "I never thought anyone would see me."

Luke stood up, making his way down to the edge of the rink. "Well, I'm glad I did," he said, his eyes intense and filled with an emotion Y/N couldn't quite place.

"You're incredible, Y/N. Truly incredible." For a long moment, they just stared at each other, the air between them electric with possibility.

Then, slowly, Y/N reached out her hand, her fingers brushing against Luke's. "Skate with me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Luke hesitated for only a second before taking her hand, allowing her to pull him out onto the ice. He skated up to Y/N, a playful grin on his face as he reached out to take her hand. "Wow," he said, his voice slightly breathless.

"You weren't kidding when you said you had some moves. I'm definitely going to have to bring my A-game on Saturday if I want to keep up with you."

Y/N laughed, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she squeezed his hand. "I told you," she teased, her voice low and flirtatious. "I've got skills on and off the ice. You better be ready to dance your heart out."

Luke raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Oh, I'm ready," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "I may not be able to do all those fancy spins and jumps like you can, but I can definitely hold my own on the dance floor."

Y/N smirked, her free hand coming up to rest on his chest. "Is that so?" she asked, her fingers toying with the collar of his shirt. "Well then, I guess we'll just have to see who can outlast the other. Think you can handle a little friendly competition?"

Luke's heart raced at her touch, his skin tingling where her fingers brushed against him.

"With you? Always," he said, his voice low and husky. "I'm not afraid of a challenge, especially when the reward is getting to dance with the most beautiful girl in school."

Y/N's cheeks flushed pink, her eyes widening slightly at his words. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Luke," she said, her voice slightly breathless. "But don't think that means I'm going to go easy on you. I play to win, on and off the ice."

Luke chuckled, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of her hand. "I wouldn't expect anything less," he said, his eyes locked on hers.

"But just remember, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve too. And I'm not afraid to use them to get what I want."

Y/N's breath hitched slightly, her body swaying closer to his. "And what exactly is it that you want, Luke?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Luke's gaze dropped to her lips, his heart pounding in his chest. "You," he said simply, his voice rough with emotion. "I want you, Y/N. And I'm not going to stop until I make you mine."

…

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[hockeylovee12]

Crossing Enemy Lines

Chapter One

Luke Hughes x Original Character

Summary: When Luke Hughes got drafted by the New Jersey Devils he knew he was entering one of the most intense rivalries in professional hockey. But what he didn't bargain for was falling in love with a Rangers player's sister during his first year in the show.

OR Luke Hughes meets the right girl with the wrong last name.

Warnings: Cussing

November 10th, 2023

Inside a dimly lit bar tucked away in Jersey City, Luke occupies a corner seat surrounded by some of his teammates. His shoulders hunch inside the navy jacket he wears, while a grim scowl tugs at the corner of his mouth.

Around him the sounds of clinking glasses, rhythmic thuds of billiard balls, and lively chatter echo off the walls, creating a cacophony of noise as he tries to drown out the bitter feeling of defeat.

John, slides into the empty seat beside him, nudging his shoulder lightly, "Come on Lukey, Just shake it off, it's not the end of the world" he urges, allowing a smile that doesn't quite reach his warm brown eyes to cross his lips.

Luke turns towards John, his scowl unwavering.

If Luke was a Swiftie, he could point out the irony of John quoting Taylor Swift after they lost to the New York Rangers. But he's not so instead he settles for a half-hearted shrug.

"Seriously, man, you can't let one loss get to you like this," Jack cuts in, placing a hand on his younger brother's shoulder. "Just forget about it. It's one game. We still got three more against those assholes" He adds with the same persuasive tone he used less than an hour ago to convince Luke to come to the bar in the first place.

A heavy sigh escapes Luke's lips as his shoulders slump further.

He can't just forget about it. They lost 1-7 to the New York fucking Rangers, their literal Rivals. The same team they managed to kick out of the playoffs last season, the same team they beat several times in preseason, and the same team they couldn't fucking score against.

It was a complete shit show from start to finish.

A stupid hooking call cost them the game's first goal. Then a series of shitty defense decisions, put them in a hole they couldn't climb out of. And then there was Igor fucking Shesterkin, standing on his head and making 23 saves out of 24 shots like he was some kind of brick wall. The one goal they managed to squeeze past him was a lucky bounce that barely counted.

It was infuriating to watch Panarin and Zibanejad dance circles around their defense, while they couldn't even get a decent scoring chance on the other side.

Luke is momentarily pulled away from his bitter recounter of the game, as the loud laughter of his teammates, Nate and Dawson echoes throughout the space, as they return to their table with a fresh round of drinks.

"What's with the long face, Rusty?" Dawson asks, as he sets down the glasses, with a clink, and claps Luke on the shoulder.

"Don't tell me you're still moping about tonight's loss" Nate jokes, his tone light and teasing, as he sticks to his well-known game philosophy of 'play and move on'.

A sentiment clearly not shared by every member of the Devils.

"Shut it, Bass" Luke mumbles, shooting him an irritated glare.

A small chuckle rumbles from Dawson's chest, "Come on man. Don't be like that" he says as Luke's lips return to a scowl.

"Alright fine, if you're gonna pout about the game at least do it well drinking so you're not a buzzkill" Dawson boasts as he slides a fresh beer across the table to Luke, which would otherwise be inaccessible to him seeing as how he's still got 10 months till he can order one for himself-at least legally.

Luke accepts the beer with a resigned sigh, his hazel eyes somewhat softening for the first time tonight, as the crisp, tangy scent wafts towards him "Easy for you to say, you weren't the one getting ragdolled by fucking Trouba every damn shift."

"Tell me about it," Nate shakes his head in dismay. "Did you see the way he drove Jonas into the boards in the third? Could've broken some ribs with that bullshit cheapshot."

"Jacob Trouba's a fucking punk, can't believe he wears the C" Jack adds

"They're all fucking punks" Luke mutters

"At least our rookies' loyalties lie with the right team" Nate jokes, as he reaches across the table to ruffle Luke's hair, much to his annoyance.

"Their dirty fucking players" Luke adds, taking a sip of his beer

"Ok true, but we can't let them get in our heads" John states with conviction. "They can play as dirty as they want, alright we just gotta focus on our game"

"Mr. Harvard's right" Nate says confidently, raising his now half-full beer "Next game, we return the favor and shut up those loudmouths"

"That's not-"

"Alright guys enough dwelling on that shit show," Dawson states, "We're supposed to be blowing off steam tonight, not sitting around feeling sorry for ourselves."

Jack nods in agreement "Daws is right, we won't seem em for a while anyway, so let's stop talking about the Rangers"

The group mutters in agreement before falling into silence, waiting for a new topic to arise.

"Did you guys see Haula's reaction to the prank Nate and I pulled on him yesterday?" Dawson asks

"That was you guys, Damn he was pissed" John says

"Hey payback bitch he shouldn't have put shaving cream in our skates. Piece of shit" Nate claims, his voice wavering with some degree of platonic affection for one of their older teammates.

Most of the group chuckles at Nate's anecdote, except for Luke, who's still stuck in his own head.

"Remember that time, we triple knotted every pair of Quinn's shoes" Jack asks, gently nudging Luke's arm.

A faint smile tugs at the corner of Luke's mouth as the memory surfaces "Ya, he tried to shove his big ass feet into my Vans"

"And then he spent the next week trying to get us back" Jack adds, grinning "And failed miserably every time."

Luke let's out a soft chuckle, it's not his usual boisterous laugh, but hey it's a start.

*****

As the night wears on, the lively conversation and laughter enveloping their table slowly eases the weight of the loss from Luke's shoulders.

Then in the midst of a lively discussion about fantasy football with Dawson, Jack and John, his attention absentmindedly drifts towards the door, and his gaze suddenly locks onto the captivating sight of a stunning girl with cascading locks of dark-chocolate colored hair, and a warm smile, gracefully stepping into the bar.

"Hey, where did Nate disappear to?" John's question floats through the air momentarily anchoring Luke back to the table strewn with empty glasses.

Their eyes wander around the bar, until the spot Nate weaving his way through a small crowd an impish grin plastered on his face.

"Big news boys! Guess who's got a date tomorrow!" he boasts, wavering around a paper napkin that seemingly has a phone number written on it-whether it was actually the girls or a random one made up on the spot, we may never know-prompting a chorus of laughter to ripple across the table.

Luke cracks a smile too, but it's not one that reaches his eyes. They've wandered off already, tracking the girl he spotted moments ago, who now leans casually against the bar counter, her fingers drumming a silent rhythm on its surface as she waits for her drink.

"Luke?" Jack's voice cuts through his thoughts, sharp enough to draw attention, yet laced with a hint of concern "You okay, man?"

"Uh, yeah" Luke stammers, trying to mask how his focus had strayed. He forces himself to lock eyes with Jack hoping to convey a sense of normalcy.

But Jack knows him too well, reads him too easily and one look at Luke's face tells him where his brother's mind had wandered off to.

Luke's eyes quickly shift towards the girl again, who's retrieving her drink from the bar, and takes a small sip.

"Earth to Luke," John teases.

All heads subtly turn to acknowledge the object of Luke's distraction, watching as she walks towards the vacant pool table.

"Looks like someone caught your eye" Dawson says with a wry smile, elbowing Luke playfully.

"Looks like your type too," Jack adds, a sly grin crossing his lips. "Why don't you go say hi?"

"Come on, man" John's encouragement is gentle, persuasive "Take your mind off things for a bit"

"Go ahead rook" Nate prods "Show us what you've got"

Luke hesitates for a moment, allowing the suggestion to linger in the air.

Before a not so subtle shove to the shoulder by Jack, causes him to push his chair back and stand up.

"Alright wish me luck" He mutters

"Attaboy!" Nate exclaims, clapping his shoulder.

The cool air circulating inside the bar brushes against the small amounts of exposed skin, as he crosses the short distance to the pool table.

"Hey," he says, flashing a quick grin that hopefully looks more charming than nervous.

"Hi," the girl replies, her voice a melodic hint of intrigue. She looks up, a smile teasing at the corners of her lips. "I'm Jordan"

"Luke" he offers back, a tentative smile of his own forming.

"Want to play?" she asks, gesturing to the table with a cue stick.

"Sure," Luke responds, retrieving a cue from the rack on the wall.

"So are you any good?" Jordan teases, as she lines up for her shot.

"Depends on the day," Luke admits, watching as she sinks a solid ball into a corner pocket.

"Looks like today might be my day then" she quips, with a soft smile on her face as she steps to the side.

Luke chuckles as he takes his shot, cleanly sinking a striped ball into a corner pocket. "Guess we'll see about that."

*****

As the game plays out, the rhythmic clack of pool balls blends nicely with their voices, providing a backdrop as they learn more about one another.

"So, Jordan," he asks curiosity gleaming in his eyes, "what brings you here tonight?"

Jordan leans against her cue, "Just wanted to explore a little"

Luke lets out a soft laugh as he lines up his shot, expertly guiding the striped ball into the middle pocket "You from around here?" he asks

Jordan leans forward, cue in hand and takes her shot. The satisfying click of the pool balls echoing in the bar, signaling another point for her.

She straightens up and glances at Luke with a smirk, "New York City" she replies

"Let me guess, you're a secret pool shark, got bored of the games up there?" he asks, his tone laced with a sense of humor, as he takes his shot and the ball ricochets off the side and misses sinking into the pocket by an inch.

"Close I'm a student at NYU" she answers

"NYU, wow that's really impressive. What's you studying?" Luke questions watching as she sinks another ball

Jordan shrugs, a modest smile on her lips "I just started up a few weeks ago, but I'm majoring in English Lit" she replies

"English Lit, huh, you a big reader?" Luke asks

"Yeah, there's just something about getting lost in a good book, you know?"

"Yeah I do" Luke agrees "Although I probably don't read as much as I should. Maybe you can recommend something for me?"

"I'd love to," Jordan says, her eyes sparkling. "But only if you promise me you'll actually read it."

"Cross my heart," Luke grins, making an exaggerated gesture.

Their eyes meet, a spark of connection passing between them as they share a smile.

Jordan leans against the pool table, studying Luke for a moment before asking, "So, what about you? What's your story?"

Luke hesitates, his mind racing as he considers how to respond. His eyes briefly flicker to his teammates, still laughing and joking at their table.

He's seen it before, seen it a handful of times over the past few months since he's become an NHL player, hell he saw it before too, with both his brothers being in the show.

The way people's perceptions change when they learn of his profession, or his last name, the way their eyes widen with awe or narrow with skepticism, or the way the conversation shifts completely and suddenly their no longer talking to him, their either talking at him telling him their thoughts and opinions about him, or they throw questions at him like a round of rapid fire, wanting to know what life in the NHL is really like.

And so, in this moment, with Jordan's eyes on him, warm and inviting. Luke decides tonight he's not a hockey player, he's not Hughes, he's just a guy enjoying a night out and connecting with a beautiful girl over a game of pool.

"Well, uh-I'm originally from New Hampshire" he begins, the half-truth rolling off his tongue "But I moved out here for school. Studying sports business"

He sinks another ball, the satisfying clack echoing in the bar.

He was born in New Hampshire, even if he hasn't lived there since he was 3, and technically, he's doing something with sports business, just not studying it, so it's not completely a lie or at least that's what he tells himself.

"What made you interested in sports business?" Jordan remarks, her eyes sparkling with genuine interest.

"I've always been pretty active, played a lot of sports growing up," Luke explains, watching as Jordan takes her turn, expertly maneuvering the cue ball. "I guess I just wanted to find a way to stay involved, even if I'm not playing, you know?"

Jordan nods, understanding in her eyes. "That makes sense."

As they continue to talk, the game progresses, with Jordan maintaining a slight lead. She sinks her last solid ball, leaving only the 8-ball and one striped ball remaining.

"You're pretty good at this," Luke says, lining up his shot.

"Ya well growing up with an older brother has its perks, taught me how to handle my own" Jordan replies, brushing a strand of brown hair from her face.

"Sounds like a good guy" Luke says just before hitting his last striped ball into a middle pocket

"Most of the time," she admits

A small smile tugs at Luke's lips as he watches Jordan ready herself for the final shot, "Your form could use some work, though" Luke teases

"Is that so?" Jordan smirks, glancing up at him.

"Maybe just a little" Luke grins, with a playful glint in his eyes "Care to prove me wrong?"

Jordan leans in, focusing on the shot. With a smooth, confident motion, she strikes the cue ball, sending the 8-ball rolling towards the corner pocket. It teeters on the edge for a brief moment before dropping in with a satisfying thud.

"Looks like I just did," Jordan grins, straightening up and facing Luke.

Luke chuckles, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "I guess I stand corrected. Clearly, you've got this game figured out."

They share a smile, the air between them charged with a flirtatious energy. Jordan takes a step closer, her eyes locked on Luke's.

"Well, maybe I just got lucky," she murmurs, her voice low and playful.

"Or maybe you're just that good," Luke counters, his gaze drifting to her lips for a fleeting moment.

The tension between them is palpable, the rest of the bar fading into the background as they stand mere inches apart. Jordan's hand brushes against Luke's, sending a jolt of electricity through his body.

"I guess we'll have to play again sometime," Jordan suggests, her tone laced with promise. "Give you a chance to redeem yourself."

"I'd like that," Luke replies, his voice soft and sincere.

Jordan smiles, a genuine, warm expression that makes Luke's heart skip a beat, as she reaches for her phone. "Here, put your number in, and I'll text you."

Jordan smiles before adding "Maybe next time, I'll even let you win."

Luke laughs, shaking his head. "Oh, you're on. But I won't need you to let me win. I can do that all on my own." he says as he takes the phone, his fingers brushing against hers as he types in his number.

There's a spark, a jolt of electricity that passes between them, and for a moment, the rest of the world falls away.

"I don't doubt it for a second," Jordan grins, the admiration clear in her eyes.

When he hands the phone back, their eyes meet once more, a silent acknowledgment of the connection they both feel.

"I should probably get going," Jordan says reluctantly, glancing at the time. "Early class tomorrow."

"Of course," Luke nods, trying to ignore the twinge of disappointment in his chest.

Luke nods, trying to ignore the twinge of disappointment in his chest. "It was nice to meet you Jordan"

"It was nice to meet you too Luke"

Luke grins, watching as she gathers her things and heads for the door.

Luke stands there for a moment, watching as Jordan's silhouette fades into the night, a grin plastered across his face. The cool evening breeze rustles his hair, but he barely notices, his mind still replaying the events of the past few hours.

With a final glance at the door, Luke turns and makes his way back to the table where his teammates await. As he approaches, he can see their faces light up with a mix of curiosity and good-natured mischief.

*****

"Well, well, well," Nate drawls, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. "Look who decided to grace us with his presence again."

"Shut it Nate" Luke replies, but there's no heat behind his words. He slides into his seat, grabbing his half-finished beer and taking a swig.

"So..." John says, a smile tugging at his lips.

"So?" Luke questions taking another sip

Dawson and John exchange a look, "Give us details?!" Dawson encourages

Luke rests his elbow on the table, and locks eyes with his teammates before letting out a simple "No"

Dawson, John and Nate's mouths dramatically drop, as if Luke just informed them that he's the notorious Zodiac Killer.

"Luke!' Dawson exclaims

"Aw, come on!" John protests, a good-natured grin on his face. "You can't leave us hanging like that. Did you get her number? Are you gonna see her again?"

"Maybe," Luke replies, a hint of mystery in his voice.

Nate leans forward, a mischievous glint in his eye. "So, what's her name? Come on, you gotta give us something, man."

Luke takes a sip of his beer, a small smile playing on his lips. "Her name's Jordan, and that's all you're getting out of me tonight."

"Jordan, huh?" Dawson repeats, waggling his eyebrows. "And what does this mystery girl do? Is she a student? A model? A secret agent?"

Luke chuckles, shaking his head. "She's a student, but that's all I'm saying. You guys are worse than a bunch of gossiping old ladies."

"Hey, we're just looking out for our boy," John defends, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "We gotta make sure she's good enough for our rookie."

"Trust me, she's more than good enough," Luke assures them, a hint of admiration in his voice.

"Ooh, sounds like someone's smitten!" Nate teases, reaching over to ruffle Luke's hair.

Luke swats his hand away, laughing. "Shut up, I am not. It was one game of pool and I had a good time, that's all."

"One game of pool that lasted, what, two hours?" Dawson teases, giving Luke a playful shove. "Face it, Hughesy, you're smitten."

Luke rolls his eyes, but before he can retort, Jack stands up and stretches. "Alright, boys, as much as I'd love to sit here and watch you interrogate my little brother all night, we should probably head out."

A chorus of groans rises from the table, but the guys begrudgingly agree. They settle their tab and say their goodbyes, each one giving Luke a final nudge or wink before heading out into the night.

As Jack and Luke step outside, the cool night air hits them, a refreshing change from the stuffy bar. They walk side by side, hands shoved in their pockets, the silence between them comfortable and familiar.

After a few moments, Jack glances over at his brother, a small smile on his face. "So, this Jordan girl," he begins, his tone casual. "She seems to have made quite an impression on you."

Luke ducks his head, feeling a flush creep up his neck. "Yeah, I guess she did," he admits, kicking a pebble along the sidewalk. "I don't know, man, there's just something about her. It's like... like we just clicked, you know?"

Jack nods, a look of understanding on his face. "I get it," he says, a note of wistfulness in his voice. "When you meet someone special, it's like everything just falls into place."

They walk in silence for a few more blocks, each lost in their own thoughts. As they approach their apartment building, Jack turns to Luke, a serious expression on his face.

"Just be careful, okay?" he says, his tone gentle but firm. "I know you're excited about this girl, and I'm happy for you, I really am. But don't forget who you are, and what you're here to do."

Luke meets his brother's gaze, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "I know," he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "It's just... it's nice to feel normal for once, you know? To just be Luke, not Luke Hughes, the hockey player."

Jack puts a hand on his brother's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I get it," he says, a hint of a smile on his face. "And you deserve that, Luke. You deserve to be happy, both on and off the ice. Just don't lose sight of what's important, okay?"

Luke nods, feeling a surge of gratitude for his brother's support and understanding. "Thanks, Jack," he says, bumping his shoulder against his brother's as they enter the building.

As they ride the elevator up to their floor, Luke can't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside him.

Meanwhile, across the Hudson River, Jordan steps out of her Uber, the upscale apartment building looming before her. She thanks the driver and makes her way through the lobby, the click of her shoes echoing off the polished floors, as she makes her way to an apartment door.

As she enters she's greeted by the sight of hockey memorabilia adorning the walls, a New York Rangers jersey bearing her brother's name and number taking center stage.

Careful not to wake Jacob and his wife, Jordan tiptoes to her room, a soft smile playing on her lips as she replays the evening's events in her mind. She goes through her nightly routine, the familiarity of it soothing after the excitement of the night.

Settling into bed, Jordan reaches for her phone, the screen illuminating her face in the darkened room. She opens her messages and starts a new conversation with Luke, her fingers dancing across the keyboard.

Hey, it's Jordan. I had a great time tonight. We should do it again sometime :)

With a satisfied grin, she hits send and places her phone on the nightstand, letting the promise of future adventures lull her to sleep.

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CHEESY — TREVOR ZEGRAS

trevor zegras x fem! hughes! reader

FAITHLYNN'S 500 CELLY!

🌷: “I'm too sober for this.” “You don't even drink. “Maybe I should start.” & “She's hiding behind the sofa.” with Trevor.

notes: i actually very much dislike this one but i’m sick and idk if i could do much better.

heat licks at my legs, fire blazing in the pit in front of me. laughter echoes in my ears and i shift in my seat to take pressure off of my numbing butt from sitting for so long. i stare into the flames, tuning out the noise around me as my mind drifts to daydreams.

“babe.” i’m pulled out of my trance as my boyfriend stands behind my chair, placing his hands on my shoulders and bending down to whisper in my ear. i jolt in surprise, making Trevor and the other boys surrounding the fire, laugh. “baby, you okay?”

“hmm?” i hum. “yeah, i’m fine.”

“you sure?” i look over to my brother, Jack, shrugging.

“yeah, i’m okay. just zoning out.” i confess, and he nods.

“did you guys see those total babes on that boat today?” Alex speaks up. his words make all the guys, except Trevor, all start shouting, agreeing with him.

“that blonde! she looked like heaven in a bikini!” Jack says, and i wrinkle my nose in disgust.

“you think every blonde looks like heaven, Rowdy.” my younger brother, Luke laughs.

“what can i say, blondes are my type.”

“every girl is my type.” Alex smirks.

“but are you every girls type?” my oldest brother, Quinn jokes.

“i’m too sober for this.” i sigh, leaning my chin on my hand, which is propped up on the arm of my chair.

“you don’t even drink.” Trevor snickers, planting a kiss on the top of my head before taking a seat in the chair beside me.

“maybe i should start.” i joke, but Quinn whips his head around to me.

“you’re not old enough to drink.” he tells me.

“Luke drinks and he’s a year younger than i am!” i argue; but i know it’s to no avail, my brothers won’t change their minds.

“that’s different.” Jack levels me with a stern look.

“it’s different because i’m a girl.” i huff. “you guys are so sexist sometimes.”

“we’re not sexist, we’re protective. there’s a difference.” Luke says, shrugging. he stands, making his way towards the house. “i’m going to get a snack.”

“you’re annoying is what you are.” i tell them. pointing to everyone around the fire. “all of you.”

“what? me?!” Trevor exclaims.

“especially you.” i giggle. “you just scared me less than five minutes ago.”

“you take that back! i am not annoying.” he stands again.

“ehhh, you’re pretty annoying.” i joke. he takes another step towards me and i jump from my chair, sprinting away from him.

“i’m gonna get you! you take that back!” he shouts behind me. i run around the yard, Trevor close behind me, until i take a turn towards the house. i slide open the glass door and book it towards the living room, hiding behind the sofa to catch my breath. i make eye contact with Luke, who stands in the kitchen making a sandwich, and lift my finger to my lips in a “shh” gesture. footsteps fall short in the living room and i know Trevor has followed me into the house.

“she’s hiding behind the sofa.” Luke tells him, and i pop back up to stand.

“traitor!” i call out, making another run for it, but an arm snakes around my waist before i get very far, pulling me back into a hard chest. “let me go!”

“not until you say ‘Trevor Zegras is the least annoying person in the world and i love him so much.’”

“never!” i laugh. Trevor squeezes me to him in a hug, pulling me up so my feet dangle above the ground, and i concede. “fine! fine! Trevor Zegras is the least annoying person in the world and i love him so much!”

“that’s what i thought.” he sets me back on the floor, chuckling as he spins me around to face him. “i’m not nearly as annoying as those guys out there.”

“that’s true.” i tell him, pressing my hands to his chest. i lean up on my tiptoes, grazing his lips with my own. “besides, you may be an annoying asshole sometimes, but you’re my annoying asshole.”

“that’s so cheesy.” he laughs.

“you love it. you love me in all my cheesy glory.” i tease.

“yeah. i do.”

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"You can't just lose your temper like this every time you get a little bit upset!" With Luke Hughes please

😊 I hope this is okay, i feel as though i could have done better. its kinda messy. idk. sorry. first time really writing for luke. it's longer than the others blurbs for the celly but I was challenging myself. 😅

A Broken Glass

he was supposed to be better this season. better than the child he felt he was in the few games he played in at the end of the prior season. he made sure to put in the work over the summer, improving upon an already impressive skill set. but it still wasn't good enough.

luke was having a bit of a hard time recently, making mistakes that were in his words stupid and should never have happened. getting himself into trouble on the ice, uncharacteristic actions set off by the littlest things. he had been putting a lot of pressure on himself and instead of being better he was getting worse.

everything came to a head on a tuesday evening after the devils had lost again and luke gave another lackluster performance. once again on the brink of being benched for someone else who could perform at the caliber they were looking for.

jack had decided to seek the comfort of another human being, having gone over to their place for the evening. this left the whole place to just you and luke. which was great because you finally wanted to pick your boyfriends mind about how he was feeling about everything recently.

“are you okay?” you inquire watching him.

"i'm fine." he scowled.

"do you want to talk about it?" you ask starting to ramble. of course you didn't believe him and just because he shut you down right away didn't mean you were going to stop trying to get him to say more than a few words to you. "because you really should at some point. im worried about you. you don't even have to talk to me. is it the team? is it something im doing? is it-"

"just go away." luke interrupted you. he was so in his head, he didn't notice the glass he had been holding, slip from his hand and crashing to the ground. luke wasn't necessarily mad. he was mainly just frustrated with his situation and really didn't like talking about it. the way he showed it may not have been the best way.

you're too shocked for words at the glass on the floor, opting to crouch down to clean up the little pieces of glass from the broken cup instead of using your words. you tried to be as careful as you but while brushing the tiny bits together with the back of your hand, a little piece embedded itself in between you index finger and middle, causing it to bleed a lot.

you could feel luke rolling his eyes, frustration still radiating off of him. he was looking for an argument. you heard him mumbling something but couldn't really tell what was said.

"what was that? you need to speak up."

"i said that you don't understand the pressure i am under. i am supposed to be better. and i'm not. you wouldn't understand that. I'm not like you I just don't give up on my dreams."

"that's not true and you know it." you clench your teeth together, trying your hardest not to give into what he wanted, a fight. because luke knew you were an athlete and that you had big dreams of making it big. only to have them crushed by a devastating injury, that led you to pursue other dreams.

"you know what? call me when you want to actually talk and not start a fight." you grab your set of house keys to leave, the small cut in between your fingers still dripping little droplets of red stuff on the floor. you didn't want to be around him if he was going to act like that.

you didn’t go far that night. instead of going somewhere like a bar, you opted to go over to the neighboring apartment. where it just so happened that your best friend, since moving to jersey, lived. Of course she wasn’t home, but you still had a key and helped yourself to her couch for the rest of the night.

it wasn’t until the next morning that you started getting messages from jack. you hadn’t intended on responding to him but he seemed instant on talking, worried about his little brother and the girl who had become like a sister to him.

jack- where are you

jack- why is there glass on the floor and is that blood

jack- what happened dot

y/n- ask your brother

jack- he said you left

jack- what’s going on

you could have responded more to jack or you could just walked the few feet home and talk to him yourself. the later would most likely include seeing luke. you knew you'd have to talk to him eventually, why not rip the band-aid off now.

jack practically tackled you when you re-entered the apartment and luke was no where to be seen at that time. once he let you go, you told him all about what had happened the night before. he tried to reassure you that his brother was an idiot and that he didn't mean what he said.

"y/n? can we talk?” nodding you guide him over to the couch. "i'm sorry about last night. i shouldn't have said that. it wasn't nice."

"i know luke. but you can't just lose your temper like that every time your get a little bit upset." you cradled his head in your lap. you ran your fingers through the longer curls. "they are going to keep eating you alive if you do. and it'll only get worse."

"i know. it's just." it was hard for him to be this vulnerable, especially with you. but if he wanted to get past this bump in the road he was going to need to at times. "everyone is comparing me to them. and i try and be like them and im not."

"exactly. you're not like your brothers. you're luke. not quinn. not jack. you are luke. you need to play like luke. you need to be luke."

“how do i do that?” he turned his face to look up at yours. he still regretted his words and decisions from the night before. but he needed to find a way to find himself again and stop comparing himself to his family.

“i don’t know exactly lu. but we’ll figure it out together yeah?” you boop the tip of his nose with your finger eliciting a slight smirk and a head nod from him.

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