#luke crain imagine

[michelle-is-writing]

True love, Luke Crain

Word count: 1.2k

Every night, Luke and (Y/n) would fall asleep under warm covers with the sound of silence filling their room. Even though this night was no different, Luke found himself fast asleep until waking up with a sudden startle, his throat feeling as if a pair of hands were clenching it. The last time this had occurred was the night Nell had committed suicide. He could vividly remember shooting up in bed with his hand grasping his neck, gasping for air as soon as he opened his eyes.

Although, this time was different. This time, the feeling of being choked was not the only thing unusual as a simple click sound pushed the silence out of the room, this being the cause of him waking up. In the quick second that Luke had to register the noise, he knew the click was undeniably that of the handle on his childhood room's door.

Shooting up in bed, Luke throws his hands to his neck while panting in an attempt to get air to his lungs. However, the amount of air that does manage to enter his body is quickly stuck in his windpipe as his eyes instantly catch a familiar figure standing at the end of his bed. In his heart and soul, Luke knew that the tall stature and bowler's hat was undoubtedly that of the tall man that had been haunting him for years.

Fear rushing through every part of his body, Luke was quick to turn on his bedside lamp and let bright light infiltrate the room, only for the figure to disappear at a second's glance. Still gasping for air, he felt the adrenaline slowly flowing throughout his body just like the fear had moments ago. With the absence of the omniscient figure that had been standing just a mere six feet away from him, Luke released a sigh of relief before noticing the beautiful body lying next to him start to stir in her sleep.

Hoping that she wouldn't wake up in response to him, he guiltily watched as her eyes opened to reveal her beautiful (e/c) irises while her hands found their way to his arms, the warm touch of her skin causing him to practically shiver. "What are you doing up, Luke?" (y/n)'s soft, sleep-filled voice asked. Listening to her speak was like a godsend at this moment.

Even though he hated waking her up early in the morning, Luke still loved hearing her slightly raspy yet gentle voice showing that she had just woken from her slumber. It made his heart beat ten times faster than any other time - excluding that of the more private noises that left her lips on different occasions.

"N-no reason," Luke quickly answered his concerned girlfriend, the stutter in his voice practically giving him away along with his diminishing pants. Sliding back down into their shared bed, Luke had hopes of falling back asleep with no unwanted visitors this time. He was still frightened by what had just happened; that was obvious.

"I just... had a bad dream," He explained, his voice revealing that he was terrified. (Y/n) quickly noticed this as she leaned over him to wrap her arms around him and pull his now shaking body close to hers. He hadn't realized he was quivering in fear, but now that he did, he felt even more fearful of what it meant. After three years of absolutely nothing paranormal in his everyday life, why would he now be seeing the tall man in his own bedroom? To simply put it, he felt like he was going through withdrawal - something he hadn't experienced in several years.

"You saw him, didn't you?" His loving companion whispered to him. She didn't need to say his name for Luke to know who she was referring to, for he had confided in her many times before. What was surprising was that she always believed him and never questioned him. In a sense, (Y/n) truly knew how he felt despite never going through the experiences herself. He blamed it on the way he would tell the stories, but in (Y/n)'s heart, she knew it was much deeper than that. (Y/n) didn't exactly believe in soulmates; however, she did believe in true love - and what Luke and (Y/n) shared was precisely that.

Not trusting himself to speak again, he only shook his head with a small nod in response. Frowning, (Y/n) pushed her face into his neck, her soft locks of hair falling over Luke's neck. She then placed a leg over his hip and slowly began rocking the two of them back and forth, a ritual she did when Luke was particularly upset or sad about something.

"Count with me," She told the love of her life, knowing it had always been one of his methods on calming down. "One," She stated the first number, Luke quickly following after her beautiful voice. "Two," She said the next number, Luke doing the same thing he had done a few seconds earlier.

Finally, after counting to seven three times, Luke was able to calm down as much as he could by letting all the fear and tension in his body go. He had to keep reminding himself that the only way the tall man would be able to hurt him would be by letting him devour Luke's mind and body - and he certainly wasn't going to let him win.

As a kid, Luke would've never been able to persuade himself into thinking something so complex and true, but with the person he undeniably felt to be his soulmate, he felt as if he could take on anything that came his way. Whether it be fighting to quit his addiction to heroin or getting over the horrifying experience at hill house, (Y/n) was there for him. She didn't even have to say anything to him to try and comfort him; all she had to do was hold him in her arms and promise to never let him go.

With Luke now lying comfortably on his back, (Y/n) reached over and turned his lamp off before laying back down beside him. Luke didn't waste a single moment in wrapping his arms around her body and holding her close to him again, his arms wrapped around her waist with her arm gently laid across his bare chest and her head laying against the soft flesh of his shoulder. Kissing the skin there, (Y/n) stopped after a few seconds before lightly smiling up at her boyfriend. "It's just us in the room," She assures him, her hand sliding up to rest against his stubble-covered cheek. "Only us," She whispers the last part, leaning up a little to kiss his slightly smiling lips before lying back down in his embrace.

It wasn't long until (Y/n) was back asleep and lightly snoring in Luke's grasp, the sensation of her body warmth causing Luke to happily follow along shortly afterward. As he began to fall asleep, the harsh reminder of the evil ghost burrowed its way into his mind, only to be pushed away by that of the scent of (Y/n)'s hair. The truth was: no ghost could win over Luke's mind as it had already been filled with that of (Y/n)'s love.

#Luke Crain x reader #luke crain imagine #luke crain imagines #the haunting of hill house #luke crain #luke crain fanfiction #the haunting of hill house imagines #the haunting of hill house imagine #the haunting of hill house x reader #oliver jackson cohen x reader #oliver jackson cohen #oliver jackson cohen imagine #oliver jackson cohen imagines

[skylermoyer]

WHY IS THERE SO FEW OF STEVEN CRAIN FANFICS?! Or am I looking wrong?? Like good stories or a fanfic book?

Where can I find please???

#questions #steve crain imagine #steven crain x reader #steven crain #steven crain imagine #the haunting of hill house #thohh #please help #luke crain x reader #helpingothers #the haunting of bly manor #the haunting of hill house imagines #the haunting of hill house x reader #twitter #fanfic

[enhauntsaa]

"you remember that gross pudding aunt janet used to make?" (stay with me. don't make me do this alone, luke.) there's a soft desperation to her tone, luke's hand in hers as they sit on a bench outside of another facility, and she thinks... this one will stick. it has to. her throat closes up, and @enmourn's hand is cold in hers and she'd give anything to go back to when she could pull the covers over their heads and the whole world would vanish. "she's threatening to bring it if she comes out, so do us all a favour and check in, yeah? i haven't got the stomach for it and you know how she can be when we refuse food."

#<33333333 #they. #iv. enmourn ‚ luke crain. #i. threads ‚ when i imagine myself i am always leaving. i couldn’t draw my face if god asked.

[flanaganfilm]

hi mike, saw someone say your ask box was open and i came running! have you ever had any ideas as to how the crain family would be getting on now a few years later/what they're doing? it's always in the back of my mind wondering if creators also wonder about those sort of things themselves once their project has ended. thanks so much & hope you have a great day!

I do think about that. Quite a lot, actually.

The Crains took on lives of their own for me. I'd never written long form before, so it was the first time I lived with the same characters for that long, and for such extended arcs. Here's where I think they are, a few years later:

Shirley: I think that Shirley and her husband overcame her disclosure of infidelity. She'd been closed off for so long, after the series ended I think she found some peace in her life and opened herself up to her marriage. I think she also began to find kindness again. They ran the funeral home together, but Shirley found purpose in helping people handle grief and loss with empathy and kindness. Her oldest would be just about ready to start college now, and I think that would have her looking back and realizing that she always remembered her childhood as seemingly endless... but now she sees just how fast it truly goes by.

Luke: Luke stayed sober. He's six years into it now, and it's gone so well that he's also become a sponsor. That doesn't mean he's immune to the struggle, far from it. He still walks up to that edge sometimes. Oddly, it's in those moments that the "Twin Thing" kicks in... and he feels an inexplicable and complete sense of love. He knows that's Nell's, and that always pulls him back from the brink. He never did find Joey, or find out what happened to her. And sometimes he still wakes up with nightmares that he's on the floor of the Red Room, or that Joey visits him with her runny-egg eyes. But no matter how hard it gets, he feels what Nell feels for him... and that always pulls him through.

Theo: Theo and Trish got married, and moved far away from New England. They currently live in Portland. She still works with children, but enjoys a much smaller patient pool. She specializes in the kids who are hardest to reach, and she's sought after for her unique and uncanny ability to connect with them. She doesn't wear gloves anymore, but she still avoids the very crowded places. She and Trish take long hikes, grow their own pot, and travel frequently and spontaneously. They're considering a surrogate... and if it's a girl, they're going to name her Eleanor.

Steven: Steve and Leigh have two kids, and are thinking they might stop there. He never wrote about what happened at Hill House, but he still writes. Science fiction. Leigh recommended the genre as a way for him to focus on the future, not the past. He likes it a lot. It's pulpy, but it's earnest. He maintains Hill House, as it is his responsibility, but he doesn't enter the property beyond the gates. He has a rotating collection of people service the property itself, always during the day, and only for a few hours at a time.

Hill House stands quietly and silently in the hills. There is something different about it. Still the same energy, but without the malice. Steve assumes this is because of Hugh, Nellie and Olivia, who maybe curb the most malicious energies of the house from within. While shadows still walk in the windows at night, there are no living souls there to see them. Mostly, Steven imagines the spirits inside spend most of their days sleeping. And if they cannot sleep, he imagines Mrs. Dudley singing softly to them on the wind.

There is grief, for all of them. There are nightmares. Horrible dreams of moldy rooms and phantom hands. They meet twice a year, usually without spouses, to catch up and raise a glass to Nell, and their parents. There is a lot of healing still to do, a lot of therapy, a lot of introspection. But there is peace, too. There is love. There is forgiveness.

#the haunting of hill house #does this count as fanfic? #epilogue

[couragehopelovefaith]

As an answer to @carladuquette:

Mike Flanagan character draft

Rules are simple: pick your top 6 characters from the Flanaverse. Series only! If a character appears at different ages, specify which one you want on your team. Can be characters you love, love to hate, whatever. Ready? GO!

(There will be no Midnight Club-characters, because I haven't been able to bring myself to watch it since I know that the cancellation would frustrate me to no end, if I got myself engaged to it.)

This was way harder than I thought it would be! So many others would deserve to be here as well. If you haven't seen these shows and want to avoid spoilers, stop here.

But okay, here we go...

Riley Flynn (Zach Gilford, Midnight Mass)

It tells a lot that I saw Midnight Mass for the first time just this Easter, but I couldn't imagine anyone else getting the first place. Such an underrated character. He had such a sad backstory and a kind soul...he truly did his best and helped so many people when he had every possibility to be selfish. His relationship with Erin was very special too. I guess he got his happy ending in a way, but all the possible could've beens and fix-it-fics about him that I will probably never write haunt me.

2. Luke Crain (Oliver Jackson-Cohen, The Haunting Of Hill House)

I debated with myself for a long time, which Crain-twin I should put here, but Luke and his journey just moved me deeply. I'd like to write much more about him, but it would become an essay so I'll pass. It would be so inspiring to see Riley and him to have a conversation, now that I think about it. During my every single Flanagan deep-dive, I am awed how Oliver could play both Luke and Peter - such opposite characters - so believably. *standing ovation*

3. Hassan Shabazz (Rahul Kohli, Midnight Mass)

I had an eeny, meeny, miny, moe whether the third prize should go to him or Owen, but I had to pick this loving father and a wonderful sheriff. In this case, I can't even fully explain why, but he just managed to stand out from the middle of all these other fantastic characters in an unique way.

4. Verna (Carla Gugino, The Fall Of The House Of Usher)

I feel like I don't really even have to explain myself when it comes to this choice. Carla has always been talented and beyond, but she really exceeded herself in this role. In the wrong hands, this character could've become very corny and comical, but with her behind the wheel, there was no fear of that. I lost count how many times I got shivers, was lifting my jaw off the floor and crying while watching Verna. I almost wanted to include a gif of her and Arthur (since I love him too), but I thought it might be cheating, so...

5. Hannah Grose (T'Nia Miller, The Haunting Of Bly Manor)

Okay, listen... I love Dani and Jamie, both as a couple and as individuals, and their story is very bittersweet and heartbreaking. But when I think of Bly Manor, my mind always travels first to Hannah, her relationship with Owen and to episode 5. She is amazing and deserved the world. A little restaurant in Paris, with the love of her life... Gaah, even writing about it makes me tear up!

6. Tamerlane Usher (Samantha Sloyan, The Fall Of The House Of Usher)

I almost feel bad for not putting Lenore here, because she obviously was the purest one of the Ushers and didn't deserve what she got in the end. But I can't help being intrigued by Tammy and her complexity. Surely, she is far from perfect - quite a despicable human being, actually - but the episode centered around her made me feel a bit sorry and sympathetic towards her. She is my favorite Usher-sibling (Leo being a really close second) and belongs on this list. Samantha deserves way more recognition of all her roles, to be honest.

Phew, I did it! *victory dance*

Anyone can participate. Let's show appreciation to this marvelous saga, pretty please.

#mike flanagan #the haunting of hill house #the haunting of bly manor #the fall of the house of usher #midnight mass

[thespookybean14]

So I made this AU a long time ago that combined The Haunting of Hill House (2018) and Lemony Snicket’s “A Series of Unfortunate Events” where The Crains join VFD and try to thwart Olaf’s plans of getting The Baudelaire’s inheritance, as well as just trying to help the kids in general. The Crains join after the events at Hill House under the recruitment of Aunt Janet (as well as Hugh, who thought VFD would protect them from harm). They leave VFD after The End. The Baudelaire’s end up in Shirley’s care. :)

If anyone wants to hear more about it- whether it’s their sibling dynamics, relationships with VFD as a organization, dynamics with The Baudelaires, who they’re friends with in VFD, etc. I’m all open for questions! I unfortunately don’t have a name for this AU? I’ve been calling it “VFD Crains” or “ASOUE Crains” but it doesn’t fit either way. Here’s some information about The Crains as well as moodboards. Enjoy!

***

Steven Crain [He/Him]:

Age: 40

Profession: Writer/Author

Side of VFD: Firefighter (formerly); Defected/N/A (currently)

Quote: “Apparently, historical fiction is out of vogue.”

Status/Last Seen: Alive; Writing in his office in VFD Headquarters.

Shirley Crain-Harris [She/Her]:

Age: 39

Profession: Mortician

Side of VFD: Firefighter; Defected/N/A (currently)

Quote: "I'm not perfect, you know. I'm really not. So go ahead, tell me. Try again."

Status/Last Seen: Alive; reading in the common area of VFD Headquarters

Theodora Crain [She/Her]:

Age: 37

Profession: Child Psychologist

Side of VFD: Firefighter (formerly); Defected/N/A (currently)

Quote: "Well, be sure to let your imagination get the best of you. That's the first step. Imagine the worst thing possible, assume it's true, and go from there.”

Status/Last Seen: Alive; in a cab headed far away from VFD headquarters.

Luke Crain [He/Him]:

Age: 33

Profession: Artist; Arsonist(?)

Side of VFD: Firefighter and Firestarter; Defected/N/A (currently)

Quote: "Big boys know the difference between what's real and imaginary."

Status/Last Seen: Alive; somewhere on Mount Fraught

Eleanor Crain [She/Her]:

Age: 33

Profession: Librarian

Side of VFD: Firefighter (formerly); Defected/N/A (currently)

Quote: “Our moments fall around us like rain.”

Status/Last Seen: Alive; walking through The City with four children who may or may not be The Baudelaires

#thespookybean14 #the haunting of hill house #spooky faves #moodboards #alternate universe #hill house au #a series of unfortunate events #asoue #a series of unfortunate events au #steve crain #shirley crain #theo crain #luke crain #nell crain #the baudelaire children #lemony snicket #aesthetic

[ojcobsessed]

Sorry about this mini-rant but I'm getting so tired of seeing Oliver being the "bad guy". Sure, he does a nice guy role once on a blue moon, but everytime I've tried to get my friends into this gorgeous creature they make comments like: "his playing an arsehole partner AGAIN?!"

I didn't really realise that his been typecast (a lot) until they said it. You should've saw my face when I saw the first episode of Surface haha, I had no idea he would play another "dark" character! Then again, I didn't do my homework on that show.

I would quite like him to do a MCU movie—in that retrospect—just because we'll see a more light hearted side to him (like when filming Malcolm's List). IMAGINE A NON-PERIOD/DARK MOVIE STARRING OJC LASTING LONGER THAN 2 MINUTES! Even if he is eyeing up a villian role, they still aren't that serious in nature compared to his other works (everyone was pleasantly suprised with Jake Gyllenhaal in the Spider-Man movie). I know that not everyone likes those movies, and series', but they are really great for promotion and becoming a bigger star! It would be nice to see Oliver getting recognition (in that retrospect again).

Sorry about the rant, I'm sitting here watching The Lost Daughter again and wondering why the f*ck movies and shows would waste his FULL potential.

hello, so i actually have 5 other inboxes from people about the oliver/mcu discussion that i want to round up in a single post because i realise people have very strong opinions on this and i kind of don't want to clog up everyone's feeds with post after post of me blogging my thoughts about oliver jackson-cohen and superhero movies : )

i get a fair amount of "why does oliver always play an asshole" messages. i don't mind them don't get me wrong! and it's validating to hear that other people want to see more of oliver tbh. i would also love to see him in a leading role playing someone who isn't, to quote oliver, "a toxic piece of shit." like most ollie fans, i would in fact love to see him in any leading role, period.

the good news is that several major reviews for mr. malcolm's list called his performance "a revelation" and said they hoped he'd do more comedy. and he does play the romantic lead in emily which comes out in a few weeks and has very good early buzz. depending on how well its reception is in a couple of weeks at the toronto international film festival premiere, it could even start to get oscar buzz. so even though he is apparently playing yet another toxic partner in wilderness, who knows what the future holds once people see more of his very broad range.

having said that, i think it's important to note that oliver himself does not seem unhappy about or disinterested in "asshole" roles per se. he has said repeatedly that he's picky about his projects, and has found all of his roles that were post-emerald city/the healer personally interesting as an actor/artist because they allow him to explore themes of trauma, identity, power, and toxic masculinity from a variety of angles and intersections - and of course that is okay!

he has also said in recent interviews that he actually doesn't agree that adrian griffin, peter quint, toni in the lost daughter and james ellis in surface are one kind of character. they are all very different people with different backgrounds and motives.

it's also luke crain and michael berryman erasure and those are probably the 2 things he's most known for aside from adrian! : )

finally, of course i also wish there had been more of oliver in the lost daughter but it was a story where the male characters were deliberately in the background/supporting roles in order to centre the female narratives within the film. however, while oliver's role was a hostile thug, he recently said that he originally tried out for the role of jessie buckley's character's husband. . . talk about having dodged the toxic husband bullet!

#the lost daughter #peter quint #adrian griffin #the invisible man #the haunting of bly manor #the haunting of hill house

[ashleyoneill]

introducing ASHLEY “ASH” O’NEILL, thirty-two, manager of the white whale bed and breakfast. misquamicut resident. details under the cut. 

LONG STORY SHORT — trigger warnings: parental deaths, gambling, substance abuse. 

born in carson city, nv as the younger of two children. all the members of his family (rather staunch irish catholics) have always led small lives, and it’s expected that ashley would follow the same path. 

his mom died of a stroke when he was three, so his only real memory of a parent was through his father. his dad worked odd jobs around town and earned himself a fairly good reputation, though most days was spent at the family diner that’s been in their family for ages. 

while ashley was learning the trade of their family diner, his older brother garrett was already in a fancy schmancy high school making connections and intent on studying medicine. 

ashley didn’t have much ambition — or did not particularly care to have one. a great deal of his teenage years was spent indulging himself in petty crime, just narrowly avoiding prison time with his father’s help. 

an attempt at rehabilitation was made with his brother’s encouragement, and he moved to new york for college (while his brother went to medical school). but he fell into old paths, and found a vice befit his recklessness but disproportionate to his money and life skills — gambling. 

he dropped out of college sophomore year, but kept the illusion so his dad would keep sending money to him. that move effectively bankrupts their family, and by the time his father had seen through his web of deceit, his father had already sold off their lot and diner. 

they didn’t have much of a relationship after that. ash went back to school and finished up the rest of his degree, but none of his jobs quite stuck. he gambled, viciously, and drank just as hard. he lost as many times as he’d won, and those paltry amounts were just enough to tide him over the big apple for a couple of years. 

the news of his father’s death on the other side of the coast wracked him more than he cares to admit — and that was enough to send him down the straight and narrow for a second time. this time, he jet set off to westerly, a small rhode island city where his brother now practices medicine and lives with his wife and kids. 

he’s been managing the bed and breakfast since the start of the year, but some days are quieter than others. in that idle time, he thinks of all the ways he could leave again. there’s no telling where his restlessness takes him, but he’s determined to battle it out. 

PERSONALITY & HEADCANONS

Area Man Nostalgic For Time When Ads Targeting Him Not As Sad

cat dad, and a little more introverted than he cares to admit. 

big ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ energy most days. please bug him all you like while he sits idly at the local B&B. 

while ashley reveres his brother and is grateful for his support, i imagine his brother (just imagine a hot rich NPC doctor idk) never really warmed up to him and had always looked to him as a child. if your char has been around westerly a while, it’s likely they’ve heard his brother shit talking him over the past decade. 

QUICK STATS

zodiac: scorpio �� gemini ☽ libra ↑

mbti: istp (the virtuoso)

6′3″ and bi bi bi

character pegs: jimmy mcgill (better call saul), roman roy (succession), luke crain (the haunting of hill house), johnny lawrence (cobra kai), mark grayson (invincible), jamie tyrone (long day's journey into night), abel except cain just kinda kept him alive out of spite 

#wri:intro

[merrilark]

Thinking about Klaus Hargreeves and Luke Crain again, and how much I would love to read a fic where they meet in rehab.

Can you imagine how relieved and terrified Luke would be to know that Klaus can see the Bowler Hat Man? He'd finally know he isn't crazy. That thing IS haunting him.

Alternatively, Klaus meeting someone who can see at least one ghost? Who understands the way that feels to be haunted?

Not to mention the family issues. What it feels like for almost all your siblings to distrust you (and what if feels like for one, Diego and Nell, to hang with you even when they probably shouldn't trust you, and the guilt that comes with feeling like you've failed them).

I just love these two. They have so much in common and I want to smush them together.

#its luke crain loving hours again #merri mumbles

[herithage]

Entry No. 38: I need to forgive my feelings

September 3rd, 2022

They're just feelings, after all. I can't help them. I also need to forgive myself for feeling those feelings. I thought of that while I pondered my issues with my parents. The main issue is, I don't think I should have issues with my mother. She supports me. She loves me. She accepts me. I am the problem. Well, my feelings are. Who wants to feel neglected, abused, abandoned, or hurt, right? I can't help my resentment. I can't help my fears. My mother loves me, but I am a wounded child. Still.

I think about Haunting of Hill House a lot. It's probably my favorite series ever. I want so badly to write something like it. "What if the kids in horror movies grew up?" Hill House says, they grow up to be messed up adults. I love stories of trauma. I've been thinking of Nellie a lot. How she inherited her mother's suicide. I've used that concept in one of my poems. I think suicide is inherited or contagious. At its core, Hill House is a story of intergenerational trauma. I love the Crain kids. They are so messed up in their own little ways. I love thinking about their relationships with their mother. Steven the eldest who witnessed his mother's downward spiral, who realized he and his father were leaving Olivia in the house too. Imagine how that felt after his mother's suicide. His fear of succumbing to the ghosts of mental illness is so real to me. He thinks his father is the real spectral presence in the family—how he did and said nothing. He is so afraid of becoming like them, don't you see? Like his parents. He tries so badly to be different, to break generational curses. I feel so much for him. I love Shirley's anger. I love her guilt. I am perhaps most kinning to her. I think Shirley inherits more from their father than the mother. She wants to be the fixer. She doesn't say or express shit. She's just angry. A part of me wishes she (or one of the kids) was angry at the mother as well. I can see her resenting her mother for choosing death over them. It's one of those feelings that we don't normally publicize as human beings, but we truly feel. Theodora the walled-up mediator. She distances herself from everything that it turns her numb after touching Nell's body. I love, love her desparation to feel something from Nell. True bargaining. "Please, please, I just want to see something from her this once please please". Luke and the horrors that still follow him. Abigail's death. Ghosts. Nightmares. Suicides. Who wouldn't do drugs after all that shit? Lastly, Nellie. The one I said inherited her mother's suicide. When I think of killing myself, I think of my brother. I don't want the chances to be higher for him. Nellie's mother literally tried to kill her and Luke. That alone would be enough reason for most people to end everything. But Nellie was so good. She was sweet. She tried. She tried. No one picked up. No one believed. Suicide is terrifying. I don't want to miss any calls. I don't want to leave anyone on read. I can't regret anything when someone kills themself.

I'm scared of death. I'm scared of ghosts I cannot ever face. I'm scared of my feelings towards my mother and father. I'm scared of being alone.

My favorite song this week is Haunted House by Florence + The Machine. My heart is like a haunted house. I am not free at all. We never escape our ghosts. We don't get saved by the priest or the cops. We just learn to live and cope with their spectral presence hanging in our hearts. We are not free at all.

#doomed diary

[michelle-is-writing]

Christmas Love, Luke Crain

Word count: 1.4k~

When I sent Luke out to grab a few things before his siblings came over for Christmas in a few days, I didn't expect him to come home with a gingerbread house kit and only half of the groceries I sent him to get. According to him, he got “distracted” when looking for the reindeer themed sprinkles I wanted so the kids could decorate sugar cookies. When he came back with the box containing the gingerbread house in hand, I presumed he thought the house would be better for the kids, but I was wrong.

He got it for us.

"Hey, hunny," I attract his attention, taking a bag of white icing into my hand. He hums back a response, currently focused on gluing the piece of red and green candy onto the house's side with the other bag of frosting. "You do realize that this is an activity for kids, right?" I question him, "And we're fully-grown adults?"

Looking over at me, Luke smiles. "The age requirement was three-plus, so I thought we were old enough," He jokes, smirking as he continues decorating. He's so goofy sometimes.

"Yeah, I don't think you meet the age requirement up here," I joke back while tapping my skull, laughing as I feel one of the tiny candies Luke was using collide with my cheek. "Don't be mad!" I shout, watching him grin as he continues staring over at me from his seat.

"I could never be mad," He tells me, his voice all of a sudden softer as he sits back in his chair with the same smile. Sighing happily, Luke crosses his arms together against his chest as his eyes flash between me and the ongoing gingerbread house on the dining table in between us. "I'm actually quite... relieved."

"Relieved?" I ask him, now piping the gingerbread roof with frosting. "Such an odd word to use, but please, enlighten me on why you used it."

With another smile, Luke gently laughs before doing as I say. "When I was younger, every Christmas, my aunt Janet made all of us kids sit down and decorate a gingerbread house she had baked herself," Luke explains, "Usually, Nell and I would take up one side while Steve did the front, Shirl got the back, and Theo got the other side,"

"We always had fun," He added on, sighing afterward. "Soon, all of us got older, and it soon turned into me, Nell, Theo, and Shirl decorating the gingerbread house while Steve went out to be with a girl for Christmas. Then, it was just like this pattern followed all of my siblings,"

Pausing, Luke frowns. "Soon, Shirl wasn't home for Christmas, then Theo, and then..." Swallowing, he closes his eyes and shakes his head. At this point, I put down the piping bag as all of my focus is now placed on Luke and his words. "Then I wasn't home, and I was out of the house on Christmas, fucking up as usual."

"But you don't do things you used to do now, right?" I question him before he can launch himself into a world of sadness. Leaning over the table with a smile, I take his hands into mine before kissing each one. "You have fought so hard to not only try and fix your mistakes, but to be where you are, Luke, and that's all that matters," I remind him, watching as the smile slowly returns to his face. "Never forget I love you, we all love you."

Nodding, Luke takes a moment to process my words before bringing our hands up to his lips. "I love you too," He tells me, pressing a kiss to each of my hands as I had done with his moments ago. "Thank you for decorating this house with me," He tells me as I stand from my chair to walk over to his side and plop down in his lap. At this, he smiles and holds me tight before continuing. "it's just, I saw it and all I could think about was being a kid and doing it all over again."

"I had fun doing it with you," I assure him, leaning close to kiss his forehead as his hands fiddle with my oversized sweater. "You know I'd do anything for you."

"Anything?" He asks, leaning back to face me with a raised eyebrow. Staring down at his coy smile makes me squint my eyes as the corner of my lip quirks up. I know he's trying to be flirty, but he ends up just looking like a curious puppy.

"What do you want?" I ask him, gaining a laugh in return. The pleasant noise makes me grin, loving the fact that he's genuinely happy.

"There's a grocery bag somewhere in the kitchen with a tube of white sparkle icing," He informs me, "Do you think you could grab it for me so I can finish the snow? Please?"

After a few seconds of melodramatic silence, I dramatically throw myself out of Luke's lap before stomping toward the kitchen. "Fine!" I yell, smirking as Luke continues laughing behind me, still in his seat.

While in the kitchen, I search through every grocery bag, and somehow, I don't find the decorating gel anywhere. The closest thing I find is a jar of white sanding sprinkles that I asked Luke to get. Other than that, I don't see any other decorating item.

"Babe, I don't see the sparkle gel anywhere," I tell him, walking out of the kitchen as I stare down at the plastic jar of sprinkles in my hands. "All I found was the sprink..." My words are cut off a I look up from the sanding sugar and to the gingerbread house resting in the middle of the dining table.

Instead of the plain brown roof that Luke was supposed to decorate, I find it to have the words written out in frosting, "Will you marry me?" The only unusual thing is the 'O' in 'you' is replaced by a dazzling ring that's slightly embedded in the icing.

Standing beside the table is Luke, his arms behind his back as he bites his lip and lightly bounces on his toes, awaiting my answer. Awestruck, I move a hand up to my agape mouth while tears make their way to my eyes, crying out of happiness and complete shock. I don't waste another second of standing as I run to Luke and practically lunge at him, wrapping my arms around his neck as his wrap around my midsection, holding me tighter than ever before.

“Yes,” I mutter in his ear, holding my hand to his head as he leans down a bit to embrace me. “Yes, Luke, I’ll marry you,” I continue on, my voice growing hoarser with each word that passes through my lips thanks to my tears.

Pulling back in the hug, Luke reveals his face to be covered in happy tears as well, a grin takes over his mouth. "Oh, thank you," He practically sobs, moving his hands to the sides of my face as he pulls me in for a kiss. After a few seconds, he pulls away and reaches over to take the ring off of the gingerbread house, the bottom part covered in white icing.

At the sight, Luke and I both lightly laugh before I take the ring from him and swipe the frosting off, licking it off my finger afterward. I don’t miss the dazed expression that appears on Luke’s face for a second as he watches me do this, only making me smirk. "How'd you know I always wanted a frosting covered ring?" I quip, Luke taking the ring from my grasp and sliding it onto my ring finger with ease. The main jewel is a diamond, but the two around it are our birthstones, nearly causing my heart to skip a beat.

At my comment, Luke shakes his head with a small laugh before kissing me once again, his hands rising up to wipe away my fallen tears. "How in the hell did I get so lucky?" He asks, resting his forehead against mine as he encases my left hand in his over his heart, the new addition to one of the fingers pressing against his palm.

"I should be asking the same thing," I tell him, leaning in for another kiss as my eyes flash back to the dining table. I think the gingerbread house is going to become a tradition for us too, and this time, it'll stay forever.

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[amara-scott]

Last Goodbye

Tv Series: The Haunting of Hill House Characters: Luke Crain x Reader Categories: Loads of Angst, Fluff (my favorite combo)

When I got the call I booked a plane ticket to fly back home as soon as I hung up. Studying abroad used to be my dream. And usually you would want to share your dreams with people you love, who you care a lot about. The Crains were such people. After my Dad passed away Nell made sure that I wouldn’t fall down a deep and dark rabbit hole. She encouraged me to go and find my path, to accept what happened and maybe even move on in life.

But who am I kidding. We all know you can never fully move on from death. It will always be apart of you, no matter what. You just learn to not think about it all day and not let it consume your life.

A cab brings me to the location I usually would love to visit but - today it’s a location we shouldn’t have to go to.

“Ma’m? We’re here.” I glance up to the driver, he sends me a small smile through the rear view mirror. “Do you need help with your luggage?”

I shake my head, trying to form a genuine smile but I frown instead, glancing down at my wallet as I fetch his payment and a tip. “Have a good day, sir.” I exit after he nods and I go around the car to collect my belongings. A small suitcase and my duffel bag. The wind is icy and small droplets of rain start covering my open hair. I make my way to Shirley’s porch and knock on the front door, waiting. I look back up as Kevin opens the door. He greets me with a sad smile.

“Hey, (Y/N).” I step closer and hug him, shaking my head. As we pull apart I feel my eyes glossing over.

“Wouldn’t have thought I’d be back so soon. Especially not because-“ I trail off, trying to lighten the mood. he shuffles aside and helps me with my luggage.

“Me neither. It’s good to see you though.”

“Where’s Shirl?” I ask as we settle on the living room couch, Kevin hands me a cup of tea. “Thanks.”

“She is probably prepping-“ he stops himself as he looks up at me, “-everything, for later.” I nod, capturing my lower lip between my teeth and nibble at the skin. My eyes landing on an opened book on the coffee table. A picture album. Pictures of Nell. Her wedding, her birthdays- oh Nell. I place down the cup, taking a closer look.

“She was way too good for this world.” I get out under my breath before the first tears roll down. I sniffle and wipe my eyes with my long sleeves.

“Here.” Kevin holds out a tissue for me and I thank him before using it. He joins me and holds me to his side, rubbing my arm. “She really was something special.” He adds and I nod, smiling through my tears as I lean forward to flip through the pages. Nell’s 8th birthday. A picture of her marvelous cake that we all made the night before. I was over for the weekend and helped out. Feeling very important as an 8 year old myself at the time. Luke- his big glasses seemed to grow with him and he still looked like the sweet boy that he used to be. Her wedding. He wasn’t there. Well, he was, but Shirley sent him off. I couldn’t even talk to him. That’s how fast she was. Something snapped inside her that day.

“(Y/N)?” I look over the back of the couch and Shirley stands there, taking off a light coat and coming over. I meet her halfway and she takes me into her arms. The tears flowing and my heart trembling.

“I’m so sorry- Shirl, I-“

“No, (Y/N) don’t say that. Non of this is your fault okay?” We part and I nod at her, folding my arms and feeling small, vulnerable.

“Did you-“ she nods, not letting me finish, too painful.

“She’s done, the food delivered and drinks are ready. Theo is there.”

“Let’s go over?” I ask and she nods, Shirl takes Kevin’s hand and we briefly walk in the cold before I see Theo who just stepped onto a cigarette.

“Hey.” I say and she looks up, taking me into her arms briefly. A small smile on her lips.

“I’m glad you’re here. She would want that.” She adds and we all walk inside into the hallway. Waiting.

“So, is Hugh coming? And Steve?” Shirley nods at me and we sit on a couple armchairs. My head only thinking of Luke though, about what he must go through. 

“Yeah, they should be here any minute now.” I take another deep breath, glancing up and making out her casket at the end of the isle. Flowers decorating it, everything dimly lit.

“Here-“ My view is blocked by Theo who holds out a glass to me, filled with clear liquor. I take it and smell, pure vodka. Might as well. I gulp it down and cringe at the taste as it’s burning down my throat.

The door opens and in walks Steve. By himself, no Hugh, nor his fiancé.

Luke is next. My eyes water again as I see him. Not just because of the three shots I emptied so far, no. He reminds me of Nell, so much. And I missed him, I miss her.

I stand up, walking over, embracing him after the Crains are done, feeling my warm tears falling and head pounding already.

“Luke-“ He holds me just as tight, burying his face into my neck. I sob, not knowing how to stop. “I’m so sorry.” I mumble into his collar. He holds me just a little tighter then, shaking his head.

“No, no it’s not your fault.” I pull away slightly, looking up into his red and puffy eyes, bruises visible on his delicate skin. A small and painful smile on his dry lips.

My hands go up to cup his face, thumbs running across his stubbled cheeks. I lean up and kiss his left one, then letting go. He’s gone through hell and back. That’s what he looks like, probably feels like.

Hugh comes last and it’s quite tense at first, he doesn’t seem to be fully present mentally. And I don’t want to know how it must feel to lose a child. Your youngest to add to that.

“Can you-“ I stop and glance up at Luke as we make our way inside the room. He gulps and looks down, his fingers grazing mine. I take his hand and hold it tightly. Giving him an assuring smile as I nod over to Nell.

“Let’s say goodbye.” I whisper and he nods, inhaling deeply, eyes fixed on Nell. The walk seemed infinite. When we arrive at the front, her face the same, her hair perfect, her dress- I can’t help but glance over at Shirley. I smile at her “She looks beautiful, Shirl.” 

She nods at me, thanking me quietly. I look back up at Luke, who stares at her, lost in thought, lost in memories. Allover lost. Without Nell.

“Let’s take a seat.” I whisper and wait for his response, he slowly nods and looks down at me. I lead him over to the chairs, taking a seat beside him. Still holding his now shaky hand in my lap. “You did good.” I add and he pries his eyes off of Nell, looking at me. 

“Thanks to you.” He squeezes my hand and I lean against his side. “You’re all I have left now.” I look up at him, frowning. “They don’t want me.” He chuckles, pain in his eyes as he glances around the room where his siblings and Dad all sit in different rows.

“That’s not true, you know that.” He shakes his head at me, disagreeing. 

“I don’t blame them either. I fucked it all up. Instead of being there for Nell- I fucked up. I rather got high than seeing my family.” His bites his lip, trying to hold back. “And now- now she's gone. Now it’s too late.” He takes his hand from mine and leans forward, elbows on knees and fingers deep in his hair.

“I wasn't even at her wedding. I didn’t get to see her-” I rub his back as I try to hold back more tears but who am I kidding. 

“Don’t be so harsh on yourself-” 

“-harsh on myself?” He repeats, a little louder. I flinch at his sudden outburst and he apologises, standing up and leaving the room. I sit back, glancing at my fingers as tears make their way down my warm cheeks. 

“Don’t even try, he’s hopeless.” Theo slurs and falls down into the seat next to me. I huff, not able to look at her before standing up. I run after Luke, the opened front door telling me he must have left. 

I step outside and hug myself as the cold wind sweeps through the door. Luke stands by the car, trying to find the right key- that’s not his car. 

“Luke, don’t do something stupid now-” He head shots up and he shakes his head.

“I need to go, I need- I have to stop this-” He rambles on as he finds the right key.

“Luke, Luke! You don’t have to do anything besides being here for your family, for Nell. Stay. Please-”

“I can’t.” He sits inside and shuts the door, starting the car, I shake my head at him as he drives off.

“Goddamit Luke.” I mumble.

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[fangirlings-things]

Being Steven's twin would include headcanons

@musicallisto said: Hi Bia! I love that little idea! Can I request the haunting of hill house + family? Thank you so much and congrats on 2.2k! 💜

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⬛ 2.2K CELEBRATION

Your family had always been your safe harbor

With so many siblings, you were barely never alone and you really liked that, the fact of always having someone you loved around

When you grow up, of course, you all get distant from each other inevitable and it makes you quite sad, to see how your siblings often prefer not to see the others

The closest to you is your twin, Steven, who never failed to call you every single day and that connection you two have is really special

When you mention the others and Steven doesn't seem so excited to see them as he always is to see you, you make sure to reprimand him

When you all arrange meetings, well, of course there are fights here and there

Sometimes, the fights get out of hand and the shouting can be heard from the outside of the apartment

And you are always there in the middle of those fights, trying to break them apart and make them see that they are siblings, they love each other and are a family

Sometimes you manage, sometimes you don't. Sometimes it ends with you crying because of the others actions and Steven taking you away by the hand because he can't stand to see you crying

When Nell dies, it's such a shock you aren't able to keep yourself together

You fall apart and Steven is there to help you pick the pieces up, gladly

At the meantime, you wondered about Luke and made it your duty to make him come home and stay with you, because you couldn't even imagine how much pain he was in

He and Nell's connection had always been beautiful and twins felt the other go, some people said

You hoped it was a lie because you would not stand that if something ever happened to Steven

Bringing Luke to stay with you turns out to be the right thing, and you really appreciate your brother's company

He, loves to have you around and just spend time with you, eating a meal or watching something on the TV

He refuses to talk about Nell. It hurts too much, and you're not going to force him if that's not what he desires

When you meet the other's for the funeral, it breaks your heart and yet sparks you with a little bit of love to see them all there

Shirley hugged you so tightly on the way in that you felt really, really good for a moment

Theo was always minding her own business around the family, but she knew you were the most sensitive of all so when you came in with tears in your eyes already, she smiled and came to pat you in the back

After the ceremony is over and you're all outside leaving, you can't stop yourself and you scream at them

So loudly and suddenly that they all stop and look at you with their foreheads frown, because you had never screamed before

You were the one who broke away the fights and the arguments, you had never before started one

But then you did, saying how much you hated the fact that they did not like to have the other around, that their stupidity had broken the family apart and when Nellie died, she had not seen them in more than three months

"And now we will never see her again" you mumbled between your tears. "So perhaps you all should stop behaving like the children you once were and accept the fact that we are a family and that is not going to change if you just stay away!"

They all just stared at you and of course, Steven was the one to approach you and hug you tightly. Luke was the next, crying and nodding because you knew he agreed to everything you had just said

The girls looked at each other for a moment, before they came to you themselves and promised to try to be better

And you smiled. You believed them.

After that things really got better, you all saw each other regularly and where there for each other, especially for Luke to help him recover from his addiction

Your family seemed somewhat whole again and whenever you were all together, without fighting, just enjoying each other's company, you would mumble to yourself

"I hope you're seeing this, Nell"

Something make you feel as if she was

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[mlmxreader]

Wet Dog Smell | Luke Crain x Male!Reader

request; vampire!male reader with werewolf!luke crain? - anon

summary; Luke's shifts are painful, but they're also a pain for you.

warnings; blood, body horror/gore

Luke groaned as he felt himself start to shift back, his bones cracking from the skull to the hips, his skull becoming rounder and smaller, his spine coiling and forcing itself to arch, his jaw becoming shorter and flatter, his nose becoming longer and less wet and circular. He howled as his fingers extended from monstrous half-paws, making him whimper as he did his best not to grab at every single area that was in pain. He could feel his chest becoming flat and less proud, his ribs snapping into place. His teeth became blunt and shorter, forcing his gums to bleed, dripping down his chin. But the fur was by the worst. Golden brown fur retracting beneath his skin, making it twitch and itch. Golden brown fur sinking beneath layers of muscle, making it itch and spasm. Golden brown fur tickling his own blood as it laid dormant beneath layers of muscle and skin. Little hairs brushing against the deepest of muscle tissue. It made him whimper as he dared to stand up on weak legs and work his way towards the door, his mouth still covered in blood. He was exhausted. Weakly, he wiped his mouth on his sleeve, getting rid of that toxic blood.

"Oh, Jesus," you hissed, rolling your eyes and ushering him inside, sitting him down on the sofa and sighing. "I was about to send a notice out to the RSPCA for a missing wolf."

Luke's voice was hoarse, still garbled from only being only to produce grunts and growls, his throat was so sore from being forced to expand back into a human's. "I..."

You frowned, shaking your head before disappearing into the kitchen and grabbing him a glass of water, you forced it into his trembling hand and sat down beside him with a huff. "Don't apologise, Luke... don't... don't apologise."

Gulping down the water, Luke fiddled with the glass in his hands, swallowing thickly and trying to work up the energy to speak. But the words came out strangled and coarse. "You... fed... today?"

"No," you admitted, shaking your head and sighing, he caught a glimpse of those blood sucking fangs in your mouth when your tongue darted up to run over one of them. "You know I don't do that anymore... there's... other options."

Luke nodded slowly, slumping over so that he could press the top of his head to the underside of your chin, making you smile as you dared to reach an arm around and hold him tightly, running your hand up and down his arm. "Me?"

"No, my beloved," you said quietly. "Werewolf blood is toxic to vampires... besides, I don't like the wet dog smell."

He dared to chuckle, licking his lips. He could still taste blood on them. "Forgot."

"I know," you muttered, shaking your head. You shifted slightly so that his head was on your chest, just above your heart. "Have I ever told you how much I love being your boyfriend?"

He could only nod in reply.

"I'm gonna tell you again," you said sweetly, sweet as blood and twice as intoxicating. "Y'know, all the shit the media kicks up about vampires and werewolves hating each other is just that: shit. Because I love you, Luke, more than anything, I love you - even though you stink like a wet dog and you kick me out of the bed when you dream about chasing rabbits... yeah, I love you. You make me the happiest man in the world."

"Love... too..." Luke whimpered, wrapping his arms around you tightly and sighing. He dared to close his eyes. "Sleep?"

"You can sleep, my beloved," you told him tenderly. "You can sleep."

Part of being a vampire meant that you could go out in the sun, so long as you didn't feed, and you could more or less act and seem like any other human; you could hide your cold gaze and humans could shake your hand and feel flesh gripping theirs, and sometimes, they could sense that perhaps your lifestyle was comparable to theirs, but you simply were not there, not in the same sense that they were. But another part of it was that, thanks to Luke being so warm due to his lycanthropy, you wouldn't overheat holding him, as your own coldness kept that at bay.

But as he fell asleep, Luke's grip on you grew a little tighter, and you knew then, you knew that no matter what, Luke would love you as much as you loved him; you knew that, while he made you the happiest man alive, you probably made him a little happy, too, and that... well, that meant everything. You could even look past the awful stench of wet dog for that.

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[imaginesbymk]

[x] REQUESTED BY ANONYMOUS

LUKE was greeted with a giant cake with candles that took up the small dim lit room. He knew exactly what was going on, and he looked up and saw your bright smile - the only smile that was given to him intentionally.

“Happy birthday!” you exclaimed, placing two paper plates on the table.

He smiled softly to himself, looking down at the cake with his name on it. Even though it was just you, his heart began to warm up. “Thanks, y/n.”

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[bowieandqueen11]

Luke Crain Headcanons

Request: Hi🥺I’m usually not to good about making request but I’m trying to breakout of my shell on that cause you are an amazing writer and I love everything you write!! But can I request a Luke Crain headcanon where you guys grew up together but distanced while he was in rehab but you came back together after what happened with Nellie! Thank you so much you’re an angel🥺💛 

Thank you SO much @cathrinexxxv​ I LOVE LUKE CRAIN! Also I’m so ready to binge watch all of Bly Manor tomorrow!! <3

You and Luke first met when you were very young. As in, really really little. To this day, you’re still constantly teasing him and making him blush smile about his huge magnifying pair of glasses and his obsession with bowler hats.

You and your family used to live in the small village which was a fifteen minute walk away from the looming heights of Hill House, so when a rumour started spreading down the houses that a new family full of children were moving in for the summer, you, naturally, were intrigued.

One night, when you had heard from your mother that the new family had moved in, you sneaked out your back garden on a warm afternoon before dinner, cutting through the dark and dingy forest until you reached the outskirts of the property. Seeing a boy around your own age sitting on his own on the burnt grass, you waved to Luke from behind the branch of a nearby, crooked oak tree. He was startled, to say the least, but as he watched you hide slightly behind the bark, he was surprised to find he wasn’t scared in the slightest.

He felt as if he almost knew you already. As if this was always meant to happen, that you were meant to find each other here.

Nudging his glasses back up the bridge of the nose, he shyly waved back. Once he finally realised that you weren’t going to budge from your hiding place, nervous from the stories your neighbours had told you about this house, he decided to pick up his crayons in one fist and his paper in the other, before he sets off half stumbling, half stomping along the uneven ground towards you.

When he finally reaches the trunk, he stops and looks at you kind of funnily, tilting his head slightly before he decides the right reaction was to smile at you.

‘My name is Luke Crain. Do you want to play with me? All my siblings ignore me and they don’t want to draw with me.’

The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon huddled under the shaking leaves, sitting on the roots of the tree, Luke tracing out a picture and you giggling as you tried to bump his hand out of the way to colour it in.

From then on, the two of you were inseparable. Nellie loved you of course, and saw you as her honorary best friend as well, as did the rest of the siblings (even though Shirley would never admit it, and Theo was too stubborn to), which meant constant sleepovers at Hill House.

Hugh would always chuckle and shake his head when he peeked into Luke and Nellie’s room, seeing Nell asleep on a red bean bag with a half open bag of sweets lying deserted by her feet, and you and Luke sprawled out on the mat by the iron railings of his bed, snoring. 

You were also the only one he allowed up into his treehouse. Although, sometimes he was too embarrassed to let you, or his siblings, in, because he had stuck pictures up on the wall of the drawings he had tried to do of you.

Growing up with Luke also meant having to calm him down after he starts seeing the tall, floating ghost. Sometimes you would try to climb up the ivy outside of his bedroom window, only to topple into the house headfirst when you start to hear Luke’s high pitched screaming coming from under his bed. Although Olivia would come running in, she would always end up comforting sobbing Nellie, as Luke would only grab onto you, the two of you sitting on the edge of his bed as you remind him the rule.

‘Breathe in and out Luke, that’s it. In and out, seven times - that’s what keeps you safe.’

‘Eight’, he would say with a trembling breath. ‘Eight times. You’re my family too.’

The two of you were gutted when Luke had to move away, but your parents could already see how close the two of you were, and so decided that a move away and a new school for you, perhaps, wasn’t the worst idea. Especially, they decided, since you had been there that night as well.

Although the two of you were close for the whole of your childhood, it takes Luke until he’s eighteen years old to realise just how long he’s really been in love with you. It takes some nudging on from Nellie, pointing out how you would run up to his locker during breaks between classes and just fill him in on how your day was going - each break, no matter how long it had been, without fail. Luke was the only person you wanted to talk to, and from the look of pure delight on Luke’s face as he leans against his locker door and gives his full, undivided attention to you, you’re the only person he wants to listen to.

Or how, Nellie would continue, you would come round to their house for dinner, and although Aunt Janet tried to separate the two of you by sitting you opposite each other, you would just spend the whole dinner ignoring whatever Theo was talking about and giving each other funny looks as you kicked each other in the shin.

Or, when the two of you got a bit older, and you would sneak out of your dorm to visit him in the middle of the night, throwing little rocks at his window until his curtains would rustle and the window latch would be thrown open, his grinning face peering down at you. Despite having spent the whole weekend together, reading to each other in the town’s local library, or just lying shoulder to shoulder watching movies, the two of you would sit out in his garden, on the dewy grass, constantly craving each other’s company. You made him blush one night, when you suddenly grabbed his hand and intertwined his growing fingers over your smaller ones, pointing up at the moon, and the glowing stars, not realising the little side eye, euphoric look he would give you. 

That’s when he finally realised how immensely, and terrifyingly in love with you he was.

It scared him, to realise this, but deep down he knew it had always been you.

He has so many nightmares though. So many nights are spent with his head lying heavy in your lap, as you brush through his golden hair, trying to shush him and calm him down, or rocking him as he cries into your shoulder because of the nightmares he has about his mother, or about Abigail.

As the two of you start to escape your teenage years, and the wishful chasing after each other that came with it, your relationship becomes slightly more strained when he starts using. You choose to move in with Nellie for a while, once he finally goes to rehab. When she gets married, and you're forced to find somewhere new to live, you think you'll never hear from the Crains again - you get the odd visit from Nell, or Theo, but they're so busy enjoying the newly wed life, or studying for their degree that it's not enough - nothing fills the hole that comes from missing Luke. 

It hurts that he never comes to see you, but little did you know that he used to sit at his little beige desk every night, underneath the barred window, just staring up at the moon as he bit on the edge of his pen, a feeling of such wistfulness and loneliness and longing weighing down his chest.

He used to write you a letter, every day, just pouring out all the feelings he was too afraid to tell you, but he always crumples them up and throws them away, too scared to send them.

When Steve phones you up to tell you the news about Nellie’s passing, you told him to immediately come and pick you up.

You're terrified when you open the door and walk out into the bone chilling night to hug him, your heart thumping in your chest when he tells you about how Luke has left rehab again and is somewhere out on the streets, probably using. It breaks your heart, but you know you have to be the one to find him, to bring him back.

When you reach him, and see the man you've loved since you were a child wandering, shoeless and shivering along the freezing, cracked pavement, muttering to himself, you can’t help a tear slip out as you unbuckle your seatbelt and hop out of Steve’s rental.

Luke is so terrified, he doesnt recognise you for a second. It’s only a second, though, before his eyes widen and he pounces on you, wrapping you into him so familiarly, his frame looming large above you but yet feels so fragile in your grasp as he buries his head into the side of your neck and starts crying.

‘I’m so, so cold, Y/n, and my arms are s-s-so stiff, and I’m s-so sorry, I’m so sorry-’

You can’t bear to tell him the news, so you just hold the nape of his neck and pull him tight against your chest, hating the way his whole body shakes in your hold.

On the day of Nell’s funeral, he doesn't leave your side once - it’s as if the two of you had never been separated at all. As everyone files in through the main door, ignoring the sour face on Shirley as they wander into the reception area, you and Luke just sit knee to knee on the couch opposite the entryway.

‘I tried to write to you,’ he starts, as he fumbles a cigarette from out of his breast pocket and tucks it away behind his ear, trying to busy himself with anything so he doesn’t have to meet your confused eyes, and so you don’t have to see the guilt ridden in his. ‘I want you to know that. Nellie kept on telling me off, but i just didn't know how to say what i needed to say to you.’

‘Luke, its okay, i understand how difficult it was for you-’

‘No-no, Y/n, no more excuses! You mean so much to me and i- i cant... i can't lose anyone else. Just-’

He's so gentle when he finally reaches over and kisses you, trying to shake off his fear and just show you what he meant instead. His suit rumples against your chest as he smooshes himself against you, cupping your cheeks softly with his large hands as he tilts you to the side to meet him in a needy, a desperate, a long anticipated kiss. 

He doesn’t pull away - he can't - until you finally break for air, and only then does he finally concede and places his forehead against yours with a soft thud, just closing his eyes in both agony and bliss.

‘I’m sorry that took me so long to do.’

‘It was worth the wait. Although, I have to be honest, your timing has always been rubbish.’

He chuckles, his deep voice vibrating against your chest as he rests his head on your shoulder like a lost puppy, gazing up at you with those wide, lost eyes, and for the first time you can finally see the adoration and awe and just pure love that’s always been in them.

For the rest of the reception. before he tells you of his plans to go back and burn Hill House to the ground, is spent with the two of you escaping from his siblings by stepping outside and sitting on Shirley’s porch. Your arms stay linked tightly together, as if afraid to let go again, and his coat is wrapped around both of your shoulders as he rests against you, just content to be surrounded by your presence.

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