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puckinghischier · 17 days

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Bouy

nico hischier x fem!reader, jack hughes x platonic!reader, luke hughes x platonic!reader

summary: reader gets dragged to the bar by jack to meet all of his teammates, but finds herself drawn to a certain swiss captain

notes: part 2 to locksmith!! probably some inaccuracies about various player’s personalities, but all in the name of entertainment, right? i didn’t proofread either, oops. don’t know if i’m happy with how this turned out but here it is nonetheless. hope you enjoy!! 🫶🏼

part 1, part 3

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The bar that Jack picked is surprisingly busy for a Wednesday night. It’s not overcrowded, but it’s busy enough to where you’re having to hold on to the back of his shirt as to not lose him. He leads the two of you over to a set of tables tucked away at the back of the bar, greeted with shouts and hugs as you drop your grip on him and simply stand back, letting him have his moment. You recognize a few of the faces, no names coming to mind, but most of the faces you’ve never seen before. You should know the names and faces of who you’re assuming are Jack’s teammates, but the truth is, despite your relationship with the Hughes family, you’ve never been one to follow hockey very closely. You don’t come from an area where hockey is a big deal, and though you understand the logistics of the game and you’ve traveled to watch all three brothers in some of their biggest games pre-NHL, your knowledge of the league’s players pretty much begins and ends with Jack, Luke, and Quinn.

“Long time no see, hallway sleeper,” you’re pulled from your thoughts at the sound of a voice in your ear. You turn to see Nico, no hat this time, soft, brown hair on full display. He was still wearing a white t-shirt, only his sweats have been swapped for jeans this time.

“Long time no see, locksmith.”

Nico laughs, and for the second time today you allow yourself to think about how lovely the sound is. “You know, all in a day’s work.”

“Sounds like someone really should have a conversation with the big heads at the NHL. Their poor players work so hard, only to have to pick up second jobs on their off days in order to pay the bills. Shame on them,” you joke.

“I know! Maybe it’s time I go on strike, put my full attention to helping pretty girls break into their apartments full time,” he responds, a small blush forming on your cheeks.

“Well I don’t know about all that, I need my own personal locksmith on call at all times. You can’t abandon me in my time of need!”

“Wouldn’t ever dream of it,” Nico places his hand over his chest, feigning offense. You glance over his shoulder, eyeing the bar, thinking about the vodka cranberry that’s calling your name. He turns and follows your eyes. “Did you want to go get something to drink-“

“Neeks!! What’s up man! We missed you today! The kids were asking where you were, you totally have to come with us next time!” you hear Jack cut Nico off.

“Yeah, man. Next time, for sure. Just needed a rest day, y’know?” Nico responds, slapping Jack’s outstretched hand.

The two begin their own conversation about the charity skate while you stand in the background. You know Jack isn’t ignoring you on purpose, but you’re getting a little tired of just standing around, deciding that you need that drink sooner than later to loosen yourself up a bit and prepare yourself for the endless stream of socializing you know is about to come your way.

“Hey, J, I’m gonna get a drink, okay? I’ll be right back,” you interrupt the conversation, knowing Jack would be worried if he looked up and you were nowhere to be found.

“Oh shit, y/n I’m so sorry, I totally forgot to introduce you to everyone. Neeks, this is y/n, y/n, Nico.”

“Yeah, we already met earlier. When you decided to lock the door on your way out this morning and Nico seems to be the only person with a spare key to the place,” you deadpan, watching a confused look glaze over Jack’s features.

“I left the door unlocked, I swear! I even double checked as I was leaving, because Lu-“ Jack suddenly pauses. “Luke must have locked it when he went to grab his beanie he forgot. I’m so sorry, Bouy,” Jack apologizes, letting the nickname he gave you when you were kids slip out of his mouth.

“Bouy?” you hear Nico’s confusion, looking between the two of you clearly confused.

“We’re not even going there right now, just a stupid nickname from one summer as a kid, not even important. What is important is that I get a drink, ASAP,” you say, once again trying to make your way to the bar.

You walk away from the conversation, sights set on an empty spot near the end of the bar. Admittedly, getting a drink seemed way easier in theory than in execution, because no matter how hard you try, you cannot get the attention of the bartender. You’ve tried waving, yelling, and following her as she makes her way down the line of patrons, but to no avail. You give up with a huff, turning around and leaning your back against the bar, trying to brainstorm how to get a drink in your hand sooner rather than later. “What if I just go take someone’s drink, what would they do then?” you speak aloud, to no one other than yourself.

“I would advise against that, who knows what concoctions some of these people are drinking.”

You whip your head around to find no other than Nico himself standing to your left. You begin to think him sneaking up on you is a habit of his, seeing as this is the second time he’s both surprised you and caught you talking to yourself today.

“You’ve got to stop sneaking up on me, Jesus.”

“Sorry. You just seem so lost in that head of yours. I’d ask you what you’re thinking, but if I’ve learned if I stand here long enough you’ll just say it out loud,” Nico jabs, amusement once again present in his chocolate eyes. It seems that’s a common occurrence whenever you’re in his presence.

“If you think I speak my mind now, just wait until I actually get a few drinks in me. You’ll be begging me to shut up,” you joke, turning slightly to see if the bartender is anywhere near your area.

“How about we test the theory? Need help?” he responds, challenging your words.

“I mean, be my guest, but I’ve been trying for what seems like forever,” you grumble, moving over slightly to make room for him at the bar.

You watch him stick his hand out, the bartender almost immediately looking over and nodding, signaling she’ll be right over. Your jaw drops, a little pissed, honestly. How in the hell did he just do that? You turn your head to look at him, eyes narrowed.

“How in the hell did you just do that?” your mouth mirrors your thoughts.

“Oh y’know, I have my ways,” he says, eyes twinkling, smirk on his lips.

“No, I demand to know. There’s no way I’ve been standing up here for the better part of fifteen minutes with not even a glance in my direction, yet all you have to do is stick your hand out two inches from your face and suddenly you’re next in line,” your tone showing your frustration at the situation.

Nico opens his mouth to respond, but a voice from the other side of the bar sounds before he can get a word out.

“Hey, Neeks, what can I get for ya? Your usual?” the woman serving drinks asks, a look in her eye you can’t quite pick up on.

“Nah, just a Michelob for me tonight, got morning skate tomorrow,” he orders, clearly very familiar with the woman. She turns to you, giving you the opportunity to really look at the girl. She was short, but not shorter than yourself. She had platinum blonde hair that was tied back into a high ponytail, a pen stuck right through the middle of it. She was wearing a bright green cropped tank top with black leggings. Her make-up was the perfect combination of natural yet bold. She was….really fucking pretty. Like, intimidatingly pretty. The kind of girl that would make even the most confident of women feel slightly insecure, to no fault of her own.

“Is that all or…?” she trailed off, looking at you expectantly.

“Can I just get a vodka cranberry? Double?” you asked, suddenly regretting your decision to not even wear make-up tonight.

You hear her scoff through a “Of course, coming right up,” before looking at Nico once again, then hurrying off to grab Nico’s beer and your cocktail.

“Is there something wrong with a vodka cran up here? Why the attitude?” you spit out, annoyed that she clearly found an issue with your choice of drink.

“You have to just ignore Jess, she’s a bit of an alcohol snob. Thinks everyone should drink top shelf or not even bother drinking at all,” Nico gives you the girl’s name.

You were going to respond to the fact that the two are on a first name basis, but your drinks arrived before you had the chance. You looked up to thank the girl, Jess as you now know, but shut your mouth when you saw the exchange happening before you.

“Just add it to my tab, Jess. Both of them,” Nico tells her, grabbing the bottle of Michelob sitting in front of him.

“Sure thing, Neeks. Need anything else just give me a shout. You know where to find me,” Jess lets her hand linger, briefly brushing against Nico’s. You look up to her face, seeing the sultry look in her eyes, her chin slightly dropped. She’s looking at Nico like he’s a meal and she hasn’t eaten in days. Glancing over at the man standing next to you, you notice his entire face is flushed red, up to the tips of his ears.

Your brows shoot up in both surprise and understanding. These two have slept together! Her actions a dead giveaway, albeit subtle. Girls recognize girls, you know? It surely explains why he was so quick to get her attention when you couldn’t even get so much as a glance. You’re fighting against every single muscle in your face to not break out into laughter, finding this amusing for some reason.

“Yeah, gotcha. Thanks, Jess,” Nico replies to the girl, stepping back a few inches from the bar.

You turn and follow him in the directions of the tables from earlier, trying your hardest to not get lost in the crowd of bodies you’re having to weave through.

“So, you didn’t tell me that all I had to do to get the bartender’s attention was sleep with her,” you said, stopping Nico in his tracks.

He turns to look at you, eyes wide and face red, clearly speechless, and maybe even a little embarrassed. You worry maybe your bluntness was a little too much this time, until you see the panic on his face.

“How did you- What makes you think-“ he fumbles over his words.

“I’m a girl, silly. I know when another girl is giving a man the ‘you gave me one of the best nights of my life and I want to do you again’ eyes. Nothing to be ashamed of, she’s gorgeous,” you interrupt, amused at his embarrassment.

You actually think its kind of sweet he seems embarrassed. You half expected him to meet your comments with a smirk and puff his chest out a bit, proud that he’d scored such a beautiful woman, but he’s not. You’ve met plenty of Jack’s previous teammates over the years, most of them cocky assholes that care about nothing more than who they can sleep with next, boasting to all of his buddies about the blonde chick he managed to sneak into his room last night. Nico’s response was the complete opposite of that. He almost recoiled at your words, looking like he wanted to crawl under the nearest table he could find and hide there until the end of the night. It’s a refreshing contrast to what you’re used to. You start to feel a little bad for even bringing it up.

Nico still stands, just staring at you like he’d rather be anywhere else at the moment, beer forgotten in his hand. You can see the wheels turning in his head on how he’s going to get out of this situation. “Hey, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. It’s none of my business. I didn’t mean anything by it, I’m just used to Jack’s other friends that never shut up about who they slept with. My filter has a few holes in it I need to patch up I guess. I haven’t even had a drink and I’m already sticking my foot in my mouth-“

“I haven’t slept with her.”

Your mouth snaps shut mid-sentence. You stare at the man in front of you, noticing how he keeps fidgeting, clearly uncomfortable. He keeps shifting his weight from foot to foot, switching his beer from left to right to run whichever hand is free through his hair. His eyes keep darting anywhere but your face, clearly uncomfortable.

“Well if you haven’t then she sure wants to,” you try to backtrack a bit, hoping you can humor your way out of the mess you walked yourself into.

“Yeah, I’m sure she does. Just like she wants to sleep with the rest of the team. Don’t get me wrong, Jess is nice and all, but she hits on all of us. Worked on a few of the guys, I’ve seen her drop a few of them off at practice in the mornings, but she never lets it go farther than that. Some of the guys prefer…arrangements like that, but it’s not really my style,” Nico replies, shocking you with his honesty.

“I find it hard to believe that beautiful blondes aren’t your type, but I’ll let it slide for now,” you narrow your eyes, not sure how else to respond to his unexpected candor.

“I mean, it seems lately my type has been talkative strangers, but I’ll let you know if it changes,” Nico says, his shift in personality giving you whiplash as he simply walks off, leaving you standing there with a red face and ears this time.

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“So, where exactly are you from, y/n?” you get asked for the fourth time in about 5 minutes from the same man sitting to your right. You can’t exactly remember his name, only that he’s drank about 4 beers in the time you’ve been sitting here, considering Jack went down the line and literally rapid fired names at you once you returned to the tables.

“Dawson, she already told you three times, dude. She’s from Tennessee!” the man to your left shouts across you, a little too loudly. You flinch a bit at just how loud these guys can be, having been shuffled around from conversation to conversation for the past hour. Jack will come by whatever table you’re currently at about every 20 minutes and tug you in whatever direction he sees fit, going on and on about how you just HAVE to meet so and so because they’ll love you. You love that he’s trying to include you and integrate you into the group dynamic the team has going on, but you really wish he would just let you mingle on your own. His teammates have been nothing but welcoming and kind, but most of them are more than a few drinks deep and have been talking about whatever upcoming game they have and what strategies they need to improve on, leaving you lost and unable to add anything to the conversation.

“Virginia, actually. But close! I lived right on the border of Tennessee and Virginia, so it’s almost like I’m from both,” you shout back, explaining your origin…again.

“Wait, Virginia and Tennessee border each other?” mr. four beers questions, Dawson you’ve just learned.

“Mercer you idiot, of course they border each other. Have you ever even looked at a fucking map?” the man to your left responds, reaching behind you and slapping Dawson on the back of the head.

“Ow! I’m from Canada, Johnny! How am I supposed to know? Do you know what Canadian states border one another?” Dawson fires back at the man to my left, Johnny.

“Provinces.”

“What?”

“Canada has provinces, not states, Dawson,” Johnny says, blank look on his face as he stares at Dawson.

“Fuck you. And your Harvard degree,” Dawson crosses his arms and puffs up like a kid. It’s amusing really, watching the two bicker like siblings.

As the two continue to go back and forth, you can’t help but let your eyes wander around the bar, searching for a pair of brown ones. You haven’t spoken to Nico since your little exchange earlier, where he decided to unleash a field full of butterflies in your stomach after you stuck your foot in your mouth by accusing him of sleeping with the bartender. His words took you by surprise, having only known the man for a few hours. You can’t pretend you weren’t attracted to him from the moment you saw him standing in his doorway this morning, but you can’t let yourself go there yet. Can you? You’ve been in the city less than twenty-four hours. You haven’t even fully unpacked all of your clothes, yet here you are, not able get your best friend’s captain off of your mind.

Just as you try to shake the thoughts running through your head, a pair of eyes find yours, causing you to sit up a little straighter. He’s standing at a table with Jack and a blonde that you remember to be named Timo. He’s Swiss, too, you learned when Jack introduced the two of you. He told you that he and Nico played together before they both found themselves with the Devils, the pair going way back. Nico glances away, only briefly, before finding your eyes again, noticing the two men arguing on either side of you. He raises his eyebrow, as if asking you if you need help, but you just shrug and give a little half smile, rolling your eyes as if to say ‘boys, right?’. He lets out a chuckle, watching his shoulders shake slightly. You see him exchange a few words with Jack and Timo before stepping away from the table, walking in the direction of the table you’re sitting at. Just as Nico is only a few steps away, you feel your phone buzzing from where its laying on your thigh. You look at the screen, your mother’s name flashing across the screen. Realizing you hadn’t called her since your plane landed earlier in the day, you decide you should probably take the call.

“Sorry, guys, I gotta take this call,” you try to slide out from in-between the two hockey players, still arguing away. They don’t even notice your departure, too lost in discussing geography.

You look over to see Nico stop in his tracks, a confused look on his face. You hold up your phone and point to the screen, mouthing the word ‘mom’ before walking over to a secluded corner of the bar for some quiet.

“Hey, mom. Sorry I forgot to call earlier. It’s been a long day,” you sigh, leaning against the cool brick wall.

“Oh, sweetie, it’s okay. I just wanted to see how you were settling in. See how the boys were. Where are you? What’s all that noise in the background?” she questions, slight concern in her voice.

“You know Jack, he wanted to come out and ‘celebrate’ the fact that I live in Jersey now. Tried to get out of it, but Jack never misses a chance to go out. Still have a shitload of unpacking to do. I hope to have it all done before too long, though.”

“I should’ve known Jack would be ready to party as soon as you got there. You were always his favorite tag along,” she chuckles, referencing all the time Jack would drag to two of you to the various bonfires hosted at the surrounding lake houses during the summers in Michigan.

“Yeah, well this tag along is ready to make her way to her bed for the night, but I have to drive Jack home, so I’ll probably still be here awhile.”

“Honey just tell him you’re ready to go home. I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“Nah, I can wait it out a little bit longer. He’s too busy introducing me to everyone. He was so excited for me to meet his teammates. You’d think I was some local celebrity or something the way he’s been shuffling me from table to table for meet and greets,” you laugh into the phone.

“He’s just happy to have you around again, sweetheart. I know how much you missed him, I’m sure he missed you just as much. He’s just trying to make sure you’re included.”

“I know, I know. It’s appreciated, really, I just wish he would’ve let me have a few days before throwing me into a group of drunk hockey players, as usual,” you tell your mom, trying not to sound ungrateful. You do appreciate how eager Jack is to have all his friends meet you, but you’re growing sleepier by the minute.

“Welcome to life with Rowdy…again,” your mom laughs, using Jack’s childhood nickname.

“At least it’s sure to be an interesting one,” you reply, causing her laugh to grow. “Alright, momma, I better go before Jack comes looking for me. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? I love you,” you say, looking over towards Jack’s table, watching him look around, likely noticing your absence.

“Alright, honey. I love you!” she says, hanging up the phone.

You lean your head back against the wall, closing your eyes for a second and taking a deep breath before returning to the chaos of bodies across the room.

“Did Dawson and Johnny really make that bad of a first impression that you’re hiding in a dark corner?”

Yet again, you jump at the voice that seems to be following you around today. You raise your head up and open your eyes, Nico standing a few feet away from you. You simply close your eyes once again and lay your head back against the wall once more, needing another minute to collect yourself.

“You know, I think I’m going to buy you some of those shoes with squeakers in them, that way I can always know when you’re coming,” you tell him, enjoying the feeling of the cool concrete against your head.

All you hear in response is a laugh, which has you raising your head to look at Nico again. You admire the way he scrunches his nose when he laughs, already thinking about how you can coax the sound out of him again.

“Where’s the fun in that now…Bouy was it?” he recalls your nickname from earlier, earning a glare from you.

“Don’t you even start,” you warn.

“You’re really not going to tell me why Jack called you that? I’ve been trying to get the story out of him for the past hour. He won’t budge, saying only you can tell it.”

“Trust me, it’s not even worth your time. I don’t even understand why the nickname stuck. They’re all stupid, the lot of them,” you shut down the request.

“Don’t worry, I’ll pry it out of you one day. I’ll solve the bouy mystery eventually,” Nico persists, not letting the subject drop that easily.

You remove yourself from the wall, sliding your phone into your back pocket. You run your hand through your hair with a huff, preparing yourself to join the others once again.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Mom called, so I figured I’d better take the call. A little tired, but I’m all good. Just hope Jack tires out sooner rather than later,” you shrug your shoulders.

“I can give him a ride home if you want to leave? I don’t mind, really. Not like it’s exactly out of the way,” Nico offers, a small laugh tacked onto the end of his sentence.

“No, I should stay. He was really excited for me to meet everyone tonight so I feel like I should at least stay a little bit longer. I don’t want to bail on him this soon.”

“Trust me, if it was up to Jack he wouldn’t leave until they kicked him out,” Nico states, nothing but seriousness in his tone.

“Well, we don’t call him Rowdy for nothing,” you joke. “Speaking of, we’ve been spotted,” you notice Jack making his way over to where the two of you stand.

“Hey, everything alright? I couldn’t find you and Timo said he saw you come over here awhile ago, then said he saw Nico come over here too. You okay?” Jack says as he approaches, glancing towards Nico before looking at you, concern in his tone and on his face.

“No, yeah, I’m fine. Mom called and I came over here so I could here her better, then Nico came to check on me. We were about to come join everyone again, I was just enjoying the quiet for another minute,” you tell Jack, watching the worry fall from his face.

“Oh tell momma y/l/n that her favorite surrogate son misses her,” Jack brightens at the mention of your mom, both of you viewing the other’s parents as a second set, just as close to them as you were your own.

“I will when she calls tomorrow,” you chuckle, knowing your mom will get a kick out of this conversation.

“I came over here to see if you were ready to go? We have morning skate tomorrow and Luke just texted me asking when we were coming home, which usually means he’s lonely and feeling left out, so we should probably get going,” Jack says, granting your earlier wishes.

“Oh my god yes, please. I’m so tired,” you sigh, letting your shoulders slump, relieved that you’re only a few minutes away from climbing in your bed.

“I thought so, you looked like you were having a grand time with Dawson and Johnny,” Jack laughs, recalling your earlier position between the two geography enthusiasts.

“They were literally yelling at each other about the geography of the U.S. and Canada,” you told the two men standing with you, both of them breaking out into laughter.

“That’s nothing. Once they argued for a full two hours on if pterodactyl was spelled with a p or not,” Nico adds in, having been silent until now, causing you to be the one filled with laughter now.

Jack looks over, seeming to just now remember Nico was also standing with the two of you.

“You need a ride home, cap?” Jack offers, looking over at you before looking back at Nico.

“Nah, I’ve only had two beers. I’m good to drive. Plus, I should probably make sure Dawson gets home and in bed. He’s going to regret all those tequila shots when we have to be on the ice at eight tomorrow morning.”

“Why I’m tapping out now. Be careful, Neeks. See you at practice,” Jack tells his captain before turning to you. “You ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

“Like it’s a hot summer day.”

Jack smiles, the phrase becoming a trademark of yours over the years. You don’t even remember what started it, just that it’s become the signature end to many nights of fun for the two of you. He turns to walk away and you go to follow him before you realized you didn’t say goodbye to Nico. The thought making you feel bad, so you turn around to say your goodbyes to the captain.

“Goodnight, Nico. Have a good practice tomorrow.”

“Thanks. Goodnight, Bouy,” he responds, eyes dancing with amusement.

Fuck you, Jack Hughes.

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luciaramosc · 3 months

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⁎⁺˳✧༚ king of my heart

pairing: luke castellan x afab!reader

warnings: major fluff, kissing, pre tlt, just some sweet stuff to read on a wednesday night

word count: 434 words

an: reader’s claimed, but it’s not specified so you can imagine them as whatever demigod works for you 😘 also! this is my first time posting my work so lmk if it sucks ass 😋

“Luke, stop!” Her voice squeaked out in a delicate hymn that graced his ears, the apples of her cheeks illuminated under the moon’s light. Luke, in the midst of his relentless attack on her sides, let out a chuckle that thundered within his chest as he wrapped his arms around her frame. He pulled her into his embrace as his features lit up, the corner’s of his eyes crinkled as his lips tugged into a smile.

The warmth from his frame radiated into her rib cage as the cool night air bit at their skin. The dense forest surrounding them did not do much in helping them remain warm, but there hadn’t been much to complain about when they were tangled in each other’s arms. “What’s got you acting up like this? Didn’t see me enough today?” She tilted her head up to look into his hickory eyes, a smirk quirking at her lips as she teased him.

“We can call it that, baby,” A heat rushed into his cheeks as he was brought to look at her eyes, the rich color drowning out any thoughts in his mind. He turned her body around to face him, moving his hand to lift her chin up. “Just missed you, is all.” His fingers delicately rested on her chin, whispering his words on her lips. “What, is it a crime to miss my girlfriend now?” A cocky grin graced his features.

“Oh shut up, Castellan,” she uttered before bringing his face down to meet hers, both their eyes fluttering shut at the domestic buzz between them. Her fingers trailed up and wrapped themselves gently in his curls as one of his hands held onto the soft plush of her hip, the other resting on the small of her back. She felt his lips split into a smile against her own, and it only made pulling apart from him that much harder.

Her eyes flickered and peered up at Luke, and she was met with an eyes of adoration looking down at her. She pressed another quick peck on Luke’s soft lips, eliciting sweet smiles from the two of them. Her eyebrow furrows as she quips a brief, “Race you to the lake?”

In an instant, Luke’s smile turns into a smirk at the sight of a friendly competition. “Only if I’m the one winning!” Upon his response, she’s quick on her feet, attempting and failing to beat her boyfriend to the lake’s shore. As the stars continue to twinkle above them, the lake’s edge is met with the sound of waves crashing and lover’s laughter.

hope you guys enjoyed this little drabble i thought of during the dark ages (i was sick and unhinged). lmk if you guys want a part two of them at the lake🙈

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bitchinbarzal · 1 year

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loved the one one with luke calling can we continue that with i thought i’ll never see you again

part one

you didn’t call him back but instead sent him a screenshot of a flight from Newark to Detroit.

He never replied so you didn’t expect him to show up.

So when you show up to the rink on Wednesday to do some filming and Luke is standing in the media room you drop your camera bag.

“Hey…”

You scramble to pick up the bag and look up to him

“What are you — i thought I’d never see you again”

He gives a soft smile “You sent me the flights”

“You called me at like two in the morning!” You deflect.

Luke crouches down, eye level with you and removes your hands off the bag and grasps them in his

“I called you, because… I kissed a girl”

“You told me”

“And i decided i don’t want to kiss girls”

“If you came out all this way to tell me you’re gay—“

“I don’t want to kiss girls that aren’t you” he finishes, pulling on the bottom of your chin to tilt your head up and look at him again.

“It’s been a year, Luke”

“The worst year of my life! I said I would come to Michigan to give this a chance and you sent me the flight so I have to believe you want this to work too!” He cries.

You bite your lip “You’re in Jersey…”

“We can make it work if we want it to! Please, y/n I’m literally begging you at this point to just give it a chance!”

You could hear the strain in his voice, a frown framing your face “Tell me you love me, Lu”

“I love you, I love you so much!”

You take in the words with a deep breath “I love you, Luke”

He looks up at you, hopeful “Does that mean?”

“We’re forever, baby”

#going going gone event #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine

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emmalostinwonderland · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday

Here's a snippet from the fic I've been working on instead of the one with an actual deadline... DinLuke Bioshock AU. I posted this in the Star Dads server already, but I wanted to share it with y'all as well.

Luke stirs a little as Din slides under the blanket with him. “…Time’s it?” “Late. Or early, I guess. Go back to sleep, it’s okay.” “No no, I’m alright. How was your shift?” Din sighs and pulls his husband close to his chest, burying his nose in soft, blond hair. If he could, he’d stay right here in this little bubble of peace forever, but he knows he needs to talk about the changing tides. After the minute or so he allows himself to decompress, he says, “There’s something coming, Luke. Ryan was there again.” “I sorta figured he might be. Jasmine was performing.” Luke rubs little soothing circles over the small of Din’s back. “Having his favor is sort of her schtick anymore.” “Mm. But this time, one of Fontaine’s guys was there too.” “What?” Luke pulls back slightly to look at Din. “Are you sure? They never come on the same nights, not with all the bad blood between ‘em.” “I’m positive. He works at the fisheries. Crate inspector.” “I see…” “Yeah. Pretty sure he didn’t spare the dancers a single glance. He was staring straight at Andrew Ryan the whole goddamn time.” “What do you think they’re after?” Din shrugs one shoulder. “Information probably.” Luke nods and snuggles closer again. Silence falls over them, and Din closes his eyes to take in the sound of his husband’s gentle breathing. Against his shoulder, he feels Luke tap out a familiar rhythm. .-.. --- …- . / -.-- --- ..- Love you. Din kisses the top of his head and taps it back to him against his hip. He hesitates a moment before adding another phrase. Need to leave. Go where. Surface. Luke sucks in a breath. He lays his hand flat, effectively ending the conversation. The rest of it sits heavy in the warm air between them, unspoken but still so clear- no one ever leaves Rapture.

#dinluke #skydalorian #star wars #the mandalorian #bioshock #bioshock rapture #wip wednesday #wip #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3

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sendpseuds · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday - Hot Chocolate

Here. Have some unconventional family dynamics 🖤

“This place is adorable,” Padme remarks, not for the first time since they sat down at the little round cafe table, bathed in light from the large bay window, “How did you find it?”

“Apparently, the hot chocolate I made last week was ‘sub-optimal,’— ” Anakin explains, shooting a sideways glance at his very opinionated daughter, who raises an eyebrow in response, “—I still want to know who taught a five-year-old that term—,” he knows it’s just from hearing Padme on work calls, and the way she laughs makes him smile, “—so I went on a search for the best hot chocolate in the city. Almost every list had this place at the top.”

It’s obvious to see why, aside from the bustling crowd and buzzing atmosphere, the menu boasts over a dozen different hot chocolates, each more indulgent than the last — The way the twins are practically vibrating in their seats, waiting as patiently as possible for their treat, their eyes widening every time they see another sugary concoction pass their table tells him the search was well worth the effort.

Big-time dad points right here.

“Well, it’s an excellent find,” Padme smiles, giving his arm a quick squeeze and muttering something about how much she likes the wall sconces.

It’s a bit eclectic, a handful of tables scattered throughout the space with several vignettes of comfortable-looking couches and chairs that look as if they were bought from various garage sales, but the place is so warm and welcoming it feels as if every last thing was chosen with intention and purpose.

The books that line the shelves along the back wall all look well-loved, their spines cracked and dust jackets removed. There are vines snaking along the walls that Anakin assumed were fake until he followed the path back to the little terra cotta pots from which the greenery originates. Twinkle lights and paper snowflakes litter the ceiling and it’s hard not to feel in the holiday spirit sitting in a place like this.

Anakin used to hate Christmas Eve.

The excited anticipation was always lost on him as a child, preferring to fast forward to the part where he got to find out what was in all those boxes. He would lay in bed with his eyes squeezed shut, willing time to move faster, desperate for morning to break.

Now he finds, he likes to hold on to the bright buzzing energy of the night before Christmas — festive and frantic with last-minute errands and cheerful expectation — now he loves to watch the way two small perfect humans smile and shine with all the promise tomorrow brings.

For them, tomorrow brings treats and toys and twinkle lights.

For them, magic and wonder replace reality for a day.

For them.

For Anakin—

Luke lets out an excited little gasp and Anakin turns to see four spectacular mugs of hot chocolate heading toward their table. He smiles, looking back at the twins just to watch the way their eyes grow wider and wider, sparkling with sheer excitement as the mugs draw closer and closer.

“Who wants some hot chocolate?” A smooth voice asks, the twins responding in affirmative screeches, waving their hands in the air for emphasis and Anakin can’t help but join in, answering “Me!” as he turns to look at the man who’d asked the question.

Anakin’s heart stops.

The shrieking children go silent in his ears. Padme’s soft laughter a million miles away.

The first thing he notices is not the full Santa suit the man wears or the way the kind smile fades from his lips half a moment after his gaze scans over Anakin’s face.

No, the first thing Anakin notices is his eyes.

Not how bright and beautiful they are.

Not how they appear to shift and swirl even in the seconds they stare at each other.

No.

Anakin notices how familiar they are.

Except the last time Anakin saw those eyes, they weren’t looking down at him with startled shock.

Last time Anakin saw those eyes they were staring up through copper lashes from the floor of a dirty bar bathroom as the man currently holding a tray of hot chocolate swallowed Anakin’s cock.

“These look amazing.”

Padme’s words seem to shake both men from their shocked stupor and Anakin finally notices the red hat on the man’s head and the way the big white pom pom sits on a strong shoulder.

He’s just as handsome as Anakin remembers.

“They— they really are something,” the man agrees, his eyes flitting quickly around the table, trying to make sense of the situation, concern and guilt and horror flooding his gaze with every passing moment and Anakin knows he should say something but he can’t figure out what. Cozy cafe Santa clears his throat and shifts his weight, mumbling a quick, “Right, yes, chocolate—” and setting the tray on the table before asking “Who ordered the white chocolate?”

The words tumble out of Anakin’s mouth before he can stop them.

“My ex-wife!”

Everyone looks at Anakin.

[Well, everyone but Luke, who is still fixated on the four mugs in front of him.]

“Uh— Padme,” he corrects, motioning to the woman sitting by his side — he doesn’t dare look at her — as if that would explain his sudden outburst, “Padme, right here, she— uh— she’s my— she ordered the white chocolate.”

He’s chewing his lip and rubbing the back of his neck and Santa is blushing as he places a tall glass mug in front of Padme — luscious and creamy, topped with thick whipped cream and pretty chocolate curls — but the horrible guilt seems to be draining from the man’s beguiling blue eyes. “Thank you,” purrs Padme, her tone teasing and Anakin knows the exact smile she wears before he shoots her a pleading look, to which she only chuckles.

#wip wednesday #chistmas fic #sweet and smutty #just how i like it #obikin

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bellysoupset · 11 months

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oh wow it’s so nice to see bella being adopted by the girls! and vin and luke are so SO soft!!

also, would you consider writing jonah having a proper bad vertigo crisis, enough to make him puke with leo as the caretaker? we haven’t seen leo in many primary caretaking roles!

Bella deserves girl friends who will kick Lucas' ass! It's important!! And yeah lukevin's bromance puts any romance to shame hahah. I loved the prompt anon, so here you go:

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Jonah chuckled as he watched Leo skate backwards on the ice, "I don't know how to ice skate, Jon!" he mimicked Leo's voice, skating closer to his boyfriend, only for the man to circle him easily.

The blonde didn't even have the decency of blushing, "you should've seen your face," Leo smiled brightly, planting a kiss on his cheek and then moving away before Jon could hold on him. He skated around, kissing his opposite cheek, "had to knock you down a peg."

"Job accomplished- Would you stop circling me?" Jonah scoffed, grabbing Leo's jacket and his boyfriend chuckled, moving his hand easily enough and instead intertwining their fingers, pulling Jon around the ice.

"I don't need you to hold my hand, I know how to ice skate," Jon rolled his eyes. Yes, he did, but not backwards like Leo was doing. His boyfriend happily ignored him, pulling Jon across the ice lazily, just enjoying himself.

It was a rare gap in both their schedules, during a weekday, so the skating ring was all empty since people didn't go ice skating in the middle of an uneventful Wednesday.

Jonah tugged at Leo's arm, pulling him closer a little bit and Leo moved in, bumping their noses together, "loosen up," he smiled, "there's no one looking."

He went in for the kiss, but Leo pulled back at the last second, circling him again and Jonah once more had to turn to look at him. He was starting to get real tired of this.

"Stop circling me."

"Or what?" Leo giggled, continuing to do just that, "you'd have to grab me to do anything."

"You're such an insufferable brat," Jonah groaned, half heartedly, but starting to feel slightly off with the fact that Leo was still circling him, causing Jon too to have to keep looking in circles if he wanted to talk with him.

"You just make it so easy to pick on you," Leo grinned, offering his hand out, "come skate with me."

"No," Jonah shook his head. Something wasn't right, "you go."

Now Leo frowned, "you're upset? I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's not that," Jonah waved him off, squinting, "I don't feel like skating anymore, I'm gonna go sit down-"

"Don't be a sore loser, Jon, c'mon..." Leo sounded slightly annoyed, "we're having a good time."

"it's not that," Jonah's scoffed, skating away from from him and towards the exit of the ring. Only to feel a pair of hands on his shoulders as Leo spun him to face him.

It was a bad idea. The off feeling morphed into full on vertigo and the ring didn't stop spinning even though Leo was holding him steadily and - by the sound of it - scolding him lightly.

"Leo."

"We're having fun, you don't have to be the best at everything-"

"Leo," Jonah slapped his chest, not so gently, to shut him up, "it's not that. I'm not feeling well, alright? I just need to sit down."

He noticed as Leo's upset pout suddenly morphed into confusion and a little suspicion, "not feeling well how? You were fine just now-"

"I need to sit down," Jon repeated, not in the mood to be interrogated as the sensation of being in a moving boat started to get worse. He attempted to skate towards the exit, only to find that he no longer had the coordination to do that and almost falling flat on his ass, wasn't it for Leo's hand on the middle of his back.

"Jonah?!" now the worry was all he could hear, "babe, what's wrong?"

"Dizzy."

"Shit," Leo held his arm strongly, "I'm gonna guide you off the ice, alright?"

"Uh-um," Jonah couldn't really hear him over the rushing in his ears and the tingles of panic. He really didn't want to pass out. Leo's hand was squeezing his arms tightly and they were moving, Jon just didn't have a clue which way they were moving to.

He felt a hand on his leg, ushering him to fold a knee and Jonah frowned, blinking quickly to try and understand what Leo was doing.

"There's a step," the blonde explained and Jonah closed his eyes again, obeying him.

"I wanna sit down," he groaned as Leo continued to push him around, "Leo."

"Babe," his hand was rubbing his back up and down, it wasn't helping, "you're sitting down."

Jonah opened his eyes and indeed, he was. Except it still felt like he was on the ice, "fuck, everything's..." he swallowed thickly, "twirling."

"Let's try to do the exercises they taught us," Leo wasn't so much suggesting, more just letting him know. He closed Jonah's ears with both his hands, thumping on the back of his head with the fingers for solid twenty seconds, then pulled back as if that should've cleared everything up, "How do you feel?"

"Like I'm gonna vomit," Jonah scoffed, but he had to give credit where credit was due, at least the tinnus had faded a little bit.

"Aw," Leo pouted, then raised his eyebrows, "wait, for real?"

"Yes," Jon planted his elbows on his knees, head hanging. His chest rattled with a wet burp, which they both knew wasn't gas at all, "fuck, Leo-"

He reached out blindly for his boyfriend, but only met the wooden bench, "Leo?" Jonah wanted to think he didn't sound as pathetic as he felt.

"I'm here, I'm here-" Leo reassured him, hands suddenly touching him, "I got the waste basket under you."

Sure enough, once Jonah dared to open his eyes once more, the empty waste basket was right between his knees. It was a big one and it, obviously, smelt like garbage despite the fact that it was empty.

Again he gagged unproductively, mouth hanging open over the bin as he was too scared of even spitting and triggering his gag reflex.

"Babe, just let it up, no point fighting it..." Leo rubbed his arm and Jonah groaned.

"Stop-" he gagged again, "stop rubbing."

Leo's hand froze and instead he just squeezed him, "sorry..."

They stayed in this position for the longest minute, Jonah bent over the bin gagging without bringing up anything and Leo's hand attempting to hold him steady.

"I don't think you're gonna be sick, Jon," Leo sighed, "can you hold on to me? Let's go home."

It was very silly, but Jonah felt a fuzzy sensation at the word home out of Leo's mouth like that. He burped again, successfully squashing down the cheesiness in him.

"I don't wanna move, I'm gonna puke."

"Okay..." Leo planted a kiss on his shoulder, "we can stay until you feel more steady- Are your meds-"

"Too late for meds," Jonah attempted to shake his head out of habit, only to gag again, this time from the pit of belly. He spat a thin stream of spit that tasted just like the nice lunch they had had. He moaned, feeling queasier than before.

Leo let out a whine too, clearly wanting to do anything to help, but without any idea.

Jonah gulped down again, then felt the world go to one side, then the other, then backwards- His lunch went up with the next wave of dizziness, overly sweet all of sudden. He coughed and gagged around the thick stream of vomit, struggling to breathe.

Everything tipped to the right and Jonah too felt himself start to fall...

"I got you," Leo squeezed him tightly as Jon's face met his chest, "you're alright, take a deep breath."

"feels like I'm gonna pass out..." Jonah mumbled, inhaling the comforting smell of Leo's clothing softener, "Leo-"

"You're not passing out," his boyfriend said strongly, squeezing his nape, "I'm gonna sit you back up."

Very slowly and gently, he straightened Jon up, still holding him.

"There you go," Leo planted a kiss on his temple and Jonah realized he had stood up and was standing behind him. He opened his eyes and then closed them immediately, pressing a fist to his mouth as the sight made his stomach revolt.

He had completely missed the bin, there was brown vomit covering it's side, on the ground - He wasn't sure if he had puked on his shoes either.

"You're okay, breathe," Leo squeezed his shoulder, "it's just puke."

"Gross."

Leo let out an amused huff, "how's the twirling?"

"A little better," Jonah groaned, "don't feel like I'm gonna puke for now."

A huff, in disagreement, "hold on to me, we're going to the car."

"I don't think that's wise-"

"I don't care about the car, I want you lying down in your own bed," Leo didn't sound like he was up for discussion. Being in bed did sound divine, but the drive there? Not so much.

"Okay babe, arm around my neck, I got you," Leo threw himself into action, before Jonah could make up his mind. He obeyed, then gagged again as the movement made everything shift dramatically to the left.

"Leo, I... Stop. Stop moving."

"I am still, babe..." Leo sighed, squeezing his waist. Jon let out a groan, it didn't feel like he was still at all.

"I feel sick."

"I know, I'm sorry..."

"No, really-" Jonah gagged, "gon'-" his next gag brought up another thin stream of vomit and he let out a small sob at the tail of it. He hadn't ever felt this humiliated, he was making such a huge mess, "fuck..."

"You can buy me new sneakers, it's fine," Leo teased, planting a kiss to the top of his head, "are you done?"

"Your sneakers...?" Jonah didn't dare open his eyes, "shit, I'm sorry-"

"I'm joking, Jon," Leo sighed, "are you gonna be sick again?"

"Not now," It was impossible for him to tell. Although he felt shaky and nauseous, he didn't feel sick until they moved and then it all hit him again, "this is the fucking worst."

"I know," Leo was squeezing him so tightly that it'd probably bruise, "You'll be lying down soon, okay? Then we can chill the rest of the day."

"I'm not sick," Jonah scoffed, grabbing Leo's arm just as hard as the world took another lazy disgusting turn, "...just broken."

"Don't say that," he couldn't see him, but he knew Leo was glaring, "you're not broken, you're just not feeling well right now... We're almost at the car, Jon."

Somehow, he doubted.

It was scary to have his senses completely given up on him. Wasn't it for Leo holding him up, Jon was sure he'd be crawling now. He let out another moan, not out of nausea, just plain discomfort and then felt Leo's hand on the side of his hand, cupping his head.

"Almost there."

There was the noise of the car unlocking and then Leo said "front or back, Jon?"

"I'm gonna puke either way."

"Front then" Leo huffed, "I want you where I can see you."

"mmm'kay," the world took a dramatic shift to the side again and Jonah let out a grunt, "I think I'm going to pass out."

"Nope, nonono-" Leo quickly maneuvered him and Jonah wasn't sure what was happening, if he was falling or sitting. His stomach clenched again, it felt like he was in a never ending rollercoaster - More vomit came up, without him gagging, just when he opened his mouth. He gagged out of sheer revulsion as he felt the front of his shirt get sticky and wet.

"Jon, hey-" Leo patted his cheek, "don't black out on me, babe, c'mon. Open your eyes."

"Sick..."

"I know, I know you don't feel well..." he sounded frantic, "just don't pass out, okay? Please."

He was doing his damn best with how horrid he felt. His mouth filled up again with bitter saliva and Jonah groaned, gagging once more.

"Leo..."

"I'm here," Leo grabbed his legs... Then there was a door closing and another opening within the same minute. The car turning on, "talk with me? Please?"

"I'm fine," Jonah said, which elicited a hysterical chuckle from his boyfriend, "just feel gross..." He kept his eyes closed, not daring to move a muscle.

"I know, babe, I'm sorry..." Leo squeezed his knee, "we can shower when you feel a little more steady."

"boo, you whore," Jonah groaned, forcing a smile, "taking advantage of me."

Another hysterical giggle, Leo sounded dangerously close to tears, "yeah, so don't pass out."

Jonah snorted at the dark humor joke, "you're horrible."

"No one will ever believe you," Leo whispered humorously, squeezing his leg again, "almost home, how's your head? Your tummy?"

"You sound ridiculous when you say tummy," Jonah groaned, "I'm fine as long as I don't move."

"I'll park as close to the elevator I can."

"Thank you," Jonah sighed, breathing out in relief. Even feeling horrible, he couldn't help the genuine smile, "thank you."

"Well, I love you, it's the least I could do."

#THEY <3 #emeto fic #emeto #sickfic #emetophilia #mywriting #jonah banks #vertigo

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sharp-and-swift · 2 years

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⚡️ SHARP FIC PICKS ⚡️

(aka sharp’s fave smutty smut smut)

• UPDATED 09.18.22 •

I’ll be updating this list with my fave fics for easy access and I’m sharing it bc why WHY would I not want to spread the joy?

WARNING: there’s smut all over this so you NEED to be 18+ (minors DNI!!!) and even then proceed only if you’re comfortable with filth. Ye have been warrrrrned. Also, some of these might get angsty and/or fluffy and oh these are like the cherry on top of the smut sundae.

⚡️ All fics involve sex between/among consenting adults (18+).

Currently mostly who am I kidding it’s only consuming Eddie Munson/Joseph Quinn x Reader and Steddie x Reader fics but plan to update with my other loves Tom Hiddleston/Loki and Luke Thompson /Benedict Bridgerton as well.

⚡️ I’ll be reblogging fics randomly but this is where they all go to sleep at night. Follow/filter by #sharpficpicks so you don’t miss the goods.

(this is my first time ever doing anything like this so if I’m going about it the wrong way/you don’t want me linking to your fics/anything at all, just lmk and I’ll fix those mistakes!)

Come join me as we dive into the pot of golden smut at the end of the fanfic rainbow 🌈✨

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STRANGER THINGS

EDDIE x READER

PART I (fic list ending on 8.12.22)

PART II (ongoing list as of 8.18.22)

Distracted (fem!reader) by @roanniom

Inexperienced Eddie Being All Flustered; Soft, Gentle Sex w/Eddie; Eddie’s Guitar Pick Necklace (fem!reader) by @ringpop-poppy

Give it a Try (fem!reader) by @tenseoyong

Baby Talk (fem!reader) by @strangermarvelss

Nothing Else Matters (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2 by @eddiesdenimvest

Eddie’s Throne (fem!reader) by @eddiesdenimvest

Good Boy and Insatiable Girl (fem!reader) by @peterthepark

18 (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2 by @eddiesdenimvest

Eddie relieving you while you watch fireworks from your window (fem!reader) by @erosso

No One Knows (fem!reader) by @goldustwomun

When We Were High (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2 by @eddiemunsonswhxre

Move Me, Baby (fem!reader) by @cryptidcasanova

Camping (fem!reader) @munson-trashcan

Wrapped Around Your Finger (fem!reader) by @lilacletter

Can I Borrow Your Bed? (fem!reader) Part I, Part II by @hard-candy-writing

Play Pretend (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2 by @webslinger-holland

“Good Morning Sweetheart” (fem!reader) by @dakotalun

"I'm not wearing any underwear... thought you'd like to know." (fem!reader) by @mypoisonedvine

Drink the Lake (fem!reader) by @silkscream

Boo? and Boo? Spellbound (fem!reader) by @eagerbby

Only You (fem!reader) by @eagerbby

First Time (fem!reader) by @forever-rogue

Just Where Our Bones Will Rest (fem!reader) by @indouloureux

She’s Trouble (fem!reader) by @wroteclassicaly

Made For Lovin’ You (fem!reader) by @xechowritesx

New Sensation and Need You Tonight (fem!reader) by @darkdarkroom

Mechanic!Eddie (fem!reader) by @sweetpeapod

Series (ongoing and 3+ parts)

Worlds Apart (fem!reader) Parts 1 through 12 here [*will update as chapters are released] by @munsons-maiden

I Just Want You [another epic series, loving it!] (fem!reader) Parts 1 through 14 here [*will update as chapters get released] by @eddiesdenimvest

Dealer’s Choice; Double Down; Down to the Felt; Take The Edge Off (fem!reader) by @ohcaptains

When I Think About You, I Touch Myself Part I and Part II; Call Me [part of the same series] (fem!reader) by @prettyboyeddiemunson

Ourobouros [3-part series] (fem!reader) by @rosemaremembrance

Meet the Munsons (fem!reader) by @mypoisonedvine

Spring Break (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 by @strangermarvelss

Days of the Week: Tuesdays?, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Saturday, Sunday, Monday (fem!reader) by @munson-trashcan

A Little Push (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (Part 3 is Steddie x fem!reader) by @ladyfogg

Forbidden Fruit (fem!reader) Part I, Part II by @munsonquinns

STEDDIE x READER

@peachesworld96 has an incredible series with more to come! Best read in order IMO but do your thing

Good Vibrations (fem!reader)

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boys (fem!reader)

Crazy On You (fem!reader)

Burning For You (fem!reader)

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one, two, three (fem!reader) by @indiefilmfatale

Rock The Night (fem!reader) by @stranger-nightmare

Wild Parts [series] (fem!reader) Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV by @xdirtyx

Matters of Taste (fem!reader) by @rosemaremembrance

Dangerous Woman (fem!reader) by @eddiemslvt

There’s No I In Threesome [series] (fem!reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 by @corrodedhawkins

Baby (fem!reader) by @eddiemunsonbrxinrot

A Little Push, Part 3 (fem!reader) by @ladyfogg

Meddle About (fem!reader) by @peterthepark

JOSEPH QUINN x READER

One of my favorites is the Sleepless series by @timejumpbucky holy God it’s sweltering

Sleepless [Part 1] (fem!reader)

Sleepless [Part 2] (fem!reader)

Other amazing JQxReader fics:

Love Me More (afab!reader) by @indouloureux

Reader and Joseph on Honeymoon (fem!reader) by @indouloureux

Role Play (fem!reader) by @corrodedhawkins

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#eddie munson smut #eddie fucking munson #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn smut #joe quinn x reader #steddie smut #steddie fanfic #steddie #steddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #joseph quinn fanfiction #stranger things smut #steve harrington smut #steve Harrington x eddie Munson x reader #sharpficpicks

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blood-blindfolds-and-butterflies · 5 months

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Thought I'd put my

Wip Wednesday!

prompt from @materassassino here! :))

Luke sighed, his heart caving in on itself. Jewels of sharp joy pierced his chest through his skin, and jealousy as soft and silent as feathers fell from his body onto the cold, hard floor. "I remember what you said last night. You were envious of how I interact with Grogu, and afraid that it would take him from you." Stunned and embarrassed, the Mandalorian froze. "I..." he began, and then he ended. "I know it's difficult for you to understand, so I thought I would explain in a way that utilises more than just meer understanding. Love is more than what can be understood, of course. It can be so much, so powerful, so hurtful and dark." "What are you saying?" Luke inhaled, closing his eyes and counting his breaths for a moment. "Grogu loves you beyond definable measure. Grogu would tear down planets for you. You are his father..." The child squeaked, excited, every time his name was mentioned, and Din tightened his grip around him. "Without you, there is only fear within him. I couldn't take him as a student, and cast you away. The two conditions are not compatible." Luke sighed. "He may love me, but he loves you. You are as stable and constant in his life as the stars, and every thought he has revolves about you: the centre of his whole world."

!!!! (It's BBB.... this is the BBB blog...)

Tagging @airlocksandaviaries @iamscoby @athelstan-anglecyning @insertmeaningfulusername @jspookywolf !!!

:)) (please make your own post too heh, though reblogs are appreciated)

#might become a frequent thing?#i chose something specifically spoiler-less hehe #vee writes #vee bleeds #wip wednesday #dinluke #dinluke fanfiction #blood blindfolds and butterflies

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try-set-me-on-fire · 5 months

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Tagged by @wildlife4life for wip Wednesday! Last night I was thinking about this dinluke fic where Luke lives on a house bout I wrote awhile ago and remembered I had a sequel planned thats like a bunch of vignettes in their lives going forward. Since it’s a busy holiday week and I have nothing new, here’s two of the complete ones (second one under a cut because it involves a nightmare about a fatal boating accident asdfgh). Other people are also probably busy this week but @malewifediaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @rewritetheending @shortsighted-owl @shitouttabuck @lover-of-mine @thewolvesof1998 if you have any wips you want to share this Wednesday

Luke listens to Din's breathing and the occasional rasp of a page turning. Lying at his side as he is, all he can see when he tries to look up at his face is a close up of an elbow, so instead Luke takes to studying the man's hip. The skin of Din's body is paler than his face and arms, hidden away from the sun's loving touch. There is a small scrape just above the crease of fat where torso meets leg, mostly healed. There's a tile on the front edge of the kitchen counter that's chipped from Grogu's forehead careening into it during an ill fated game of hide and seek, and the jagged edge keeps claiming victims to this day. Luke presses a kiss to the little red line before continuing his research. Din's skin was so warm against his lips that he decides sight alone is not enough to gather proper data, so he brings up his hand and presses his fingertips into flesh. Soft, giving, smooth. He moves his hand up and down, marveling in the divots left trailing behind. And here, a bone! The sturdy core of Din, the structure of him. Luke presses his forehead to it, his nose, his lips. He fumbles kisses along the crest of it, tasting salt, smelling sunscreen.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing?"

Luke looks up to find that Din has stopped reading and has twisted to look down at him, fondly amused. Luke isn't sure how to explain his thought process, so settles on simplicity. "I love your hip."

It makes Din huff out a breath of a laugh, eyes crinkling."Why?"

Luke hums, wrapping his arms around Din's waist and burying his face back into the beloved body part. "Because it's your hip. Because it's attached to the rest of you and I love all that, too."

A hand combs through Luke's hair, once, twice, then rests cradling his skull for a moment before Din scoots down the bed, dislodging Luke's arms from their embrace. Din kisses Luke's jaw, and then his neck, and then lays half on top of him, cheek pressed above his heart.

"I'm sorry I'm an old man, I don't think I have the energy to go again."

Luke smiles up at the ceiling. "You're not an old man."

Din hums skeptically and rolls his shoulder so the joint pops and Luke laughs. Din turns his head so his face is pressed into Luke's chest, and he can feel him smile. Luke remembers how his face used to hurt after being around Din for a few hours because he couldn't stop smiling in his presence. The muscles that move his cheeks and pull his lips must have grown stronger over time, because he certainly doesn't smile less. Big grin, showing teeth to the popcorn plaster above him.

"All of it," Luke says, trusting completely in Din's ability to follow his meandering train of thought. "Every part."

A warm little exhale against his skin and then Din lifts his head and props it on his own hand to look down at Luke. He just looks, and Luke lets himself be observed. Luke loses himself in the way their chests press together when they contract and expand to let air in and out, and then Din leans forward to kiss him. Luke brings his hand up to rest against his face. Din pulls back just enough to speak.

"I don't think there are words," he whispers, eyes fluttering shut as Luke's thumb strokes his temple, "To tell you…" Din is quiet for a moment, then inhales. "How you live in my heart."

And Luke knows. Din's love is plainly written into every movement and word, his love for his son, for his friends and his family, his love for Luke. Luke touches his wonderful disheveled hair. They're fairly thoroughly pressed together but he can trail his hand down and just fit it against Din's chest. Taps a finger twice. "It's nice in here."

Din nods, as if in relief at being understood.

—

In the dream, Biggs laughs, bright and open as he always did.

Two ships glide over water that looks like glass, no indents or peaks in its surface, and Luke is on one of the decks and observing from far above. Biggs laughs, bright and open as he always did, and tosses Luke a rope, and Luke laughs bright and open in return. His stomach rolls and he says "You have to leave," and Biggs laughs, bright and open as he always did. The light is the bright light of midday, and then it is dark and stars are blotted out above him by impenetrable clouds and he is Anakin slipping over the deck trying to secure every rope in place, shouting at Luke to help him take down the sail, and Biggs laughs, bright and open as he always did. And Luke is the ship and sees the other boat practically falling towards them, both of them caught almost sideways on the biggest wave Luke has ever seen. He is on shore and Leia is saying the weather is all clear, conditions good for the race. Biggs laughs, bright and open as he always did. Luke is on the ship, in the pounding rain that is indistinguishable from the salt water coming over the side of the boat, and Luke is the sound of splintering wood and screeching metal and Biggs, laughing, bright and open, like he always did.

He sees the moment he falls. He sees his head hit the cleat with enough force to crack him open. The moment happens, keeps happening, stretches on forever. And then he blinks and the other thing has happened, the mast has fallen, has crushed his hand, has knocked Biggs over. He looks at his hand and feels no pain, knowing that that is wrong, knowing that it was excruciating. He looks at Biggs and with so little light from the storm the deck looks black beneath him, and he knows before it happens that there will be a lightning strike and it will turn crimson. He doesn't want to be here. He looks at his hand and it is red and swollen. He is Anakin and Luke both and they frantically move around the boat, trying to stay on board, trying to keep it afloat. Anakin asks where the carabineers are and Luke begs him not to ask and Anakin asks where the carabineers are and Luke tries to pull away, tries to stop moving, tries to scream as he scrambles to Biggs and goes through his pockets and looks at his dead eyes and Biggs laughs, bright and open as he always did. Luke looks at his hand and it is purple. Luke is standing and moving to help Anakin and Luke is also holding Biggs, cradling his ruined skull. He is freezing, he is colder than he has ever been, he looks at his hand and his fingers have turned black, his flesh is dying. He is on the boat and he is holding a dead man and when he looks at his face it is Din's face, it is Din's blood and brains and bone fragments that they will wash off him four hours later when they have, somehow, made it to shore. Biggs laughs, bright and open as he always did.

Luke is moaning when he wakes, a fearful, sick sound. The gentle motions of the water in the harbor are usually soothing, but now they just make Luke feel panicked, his heart pounds, he heaves in great breaths without seeming to get any oxygen. He clenches the side of his bunk and can't decide if opening his eyes is better or worse, can't decide if he wants to curl into a ball or get up, get out of here, flee. He feels nauseous. He sees Din's dead face in his mind and tears come, he wishes for an absurd moment he was still dreaming so he could hear Biggs laugh again.

He's not sure when he woke up but by the time he is breathing somewhat normally and has more or less stopped shaking the sun has started to come up, the nighttime hues in his boat giving way to the purples and oranges of dawn. He didn't flee, he didn't throw up. He feels exhausted and he's soaked in sweat, but he counts those small victories. He'd scared the hell out of Leia and Ben and whoever he'd been staying with in those first few months when they woke up and found him gone, had to go pick him up when he'd call from a payphone or cafe, barefoot and trembling. He flexes his hand and sits up slowly. The world is calm outside the little porthole window above his bed, and he watches a seagull preening itself on a post for a minute as he gathers himself to take a shower or look at his phone. Shower first, he decides, standing up and stretching, still feeling too unsteady to let the rest of the world back in just yet.

The shower is tiny and never very warm, but the cool water is bracing and familiar and Luke closes his eyes and lets it run over him and tries to not let it remind him of anything, tries to keep his mind blissfully blank. He mostly succeeds, only has to swallow bile once as his thoughts bump against the image of Din with dead eyes again. He brushes his teeth and spits hard.

His mostly busted charger managed to get his phone up to almost full power through the night, a small miracle. He has emails which he ignores, and a message from Leia and a message from Din. Leia’s is a blurry picture of the baby with something green on his face sent at 3 am with no caption. He replies baby!!! then takes a breath before opening Din’s message. It’s a few minutes old, probably came in while he was in the shower, and says pancakes with no punctuation or explanation, but Luke doesn’t need any to understand the man. Some clenched part of him unclenches a little. He gets dressed in a hurry, grabs keys and wallet, breathes cold salty morning air as he makes his way up the dock and to his car.

There’s no one really on the road this early so the only thing slowing him down on the way to Din’s apartment is traffic lights and speed laws, and he ignores the second thing just a little. There’s even a parking spot open out front of the place when he pulls up, big enough for his stupid old truck. He sits in his car. It’s a shady spot, even, his car won’t be an oven when he comes back out later. He looks towards the building. Din and Grogu are up there, right now, Grogu is probably performing the all important task of dumping the bag of chocolate chips into the batter. He could walk right up, should be opening the door and heading inside but the ice has locked around his heart again. This happens sometimes, has happened before, Luke sitting outside convincing himself that if he opens a door he’ll find something terrible inside. It’s not like it’s an unfounded fear, in his life. And he can’t quite dodge the nightmare image of Din, cold and lifeless. He digs his blunt nails into the cracked leather of the seat and tries not to get worked up into a real panic and just as it starts to really not work his phone buzzes. Din. You here?

Luke gulps air and presses dial. It rings only once before Din picks up and in his soft voice says “Hey, everything ok?”

Luke shakes his head and says “Yeah,” and clears his throat and says “Sorry, yeah. I’m outside.” He can hear Grogu say something in the background but can’t make out what it is. “Are you-“ He can’t say are you alive, thats a dumb question, even if it’s the one he wants the answer to. “Is everything- It’s all alright, up there?”

A fuzzy breath, then “Yeah, Luke.” Some indistinct noises, then “Hey, kid, say hi.”

“Hello,” in Grogu’s tiny voice, L’s a little blurry.

“Hi,” Luke smiles, “Hi, baby.”

Grogu doesn’t say anything else but he giggles, and then Din is back on the line. “We haven’t started cooking yet. There was an, uh- orange juice situation.”

“Sounds serious,” Luke says, unlocking the car like he’s trying to do so without himself noticing.

“Down a few clean dish towels,” Din agrees. There’s a clang and Grogu laughs again, muffled.

Luke plants one foot on the street, drags the other out of the car, stands up. “Any left for thirsty travelers?”

“It’s the pulpy kind.”

“Gross,” Luke makes a face as he locks the car and takes measured steps towards the building.

"There's coffee."

Luke stands about ten feet from the door. "Lightning fast redemption arc you got there."

"It's a talent."

The door to the apartment building opens, and Din and Grogu stand in the entrance. Grogu strikes a pose and throws his hands into the air and shouts "Surpise!" with a big grin on his face.

All the air in Luke's lungs leaves in a rush, a laugh that feels punched out of him. He barely remembers to put his phone in his pocket before moving forward to catch the little boy running full tilt towards him. He spins around and Grogu cackles, and Luke kisses all over his head as they come to a dizzy stop. And here is Din.

The man stands close, first smiling with the specific sort of fondness he saves for his son, and then with the specific sort of fondness he saves for Luke. His eyes are bright as they search Luke's, and Luke lets out a little breath and steps even closer, grabbing a clumsy fistfull of Din's shirt while keeping Grogu in his arms. Din's brows furrow a little, and he slides his arms around them both and kisses Luke's cheek.

"Hey."

"Hi." It's so warm here, with these two. Luke gets even closer, leaning his face against Din's, supporting Grogu between their bodies. His hand moves from wrinkling Din's shirt to rest on his shoulder for a moment, then creeps up to cradle the back of his head. Whole, complete, unbroken. "Just… checking," Luke says, though Din probably doesn't need an explanation. Their foreheads are pressed together and it's a little dizzying to look at someone this close up, but they stare at each other anyway.

"You wanna come in?" Din asks, eventually, nodding his head back towards the building and the apartment and the pancakes and the coffee.

"Yeah," Luke says. "I do."

#tag games #wip wednesday #once again. sorry Luke for your problems #i didnt include the one where din and Luke are flirting through mission impossible references and Han and leia are like #what the fuck are you even talking about. why is this somehow nauseatingly sweet. Are we like this???#because its not finished yet. but trust me. its good

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not-krys · 4 days

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100 Themes Challenge: Filled Prompts Masterlist

-[Character A] x [Character B et al]: Romantic and/or Sexual Relationship

-[Character A] & [Character B et al]: Platonic, Familial, Acquaintanceship

-[Character A, etc], [Character B] x/& [Character C et al]: Observer character(s) to the main character(s) interaction

-Writing Masterlist

-Blank 100 Themes Challenge List

1. Introduction (Aug 2023)

Houki & Nobunaga (WIP Wednesday) | Abby & Vincent (WIP Wednesday) | Clara x Nokto (WIP Wednesday)

2. Love (Feb 2023)

3. Light

4. Dark

5. Seeking Solace

6. Break Away

7. Heaven

8. Innocence

9. Old

10. Breathe Again

11. Memory

12. Insanity

13. Misfortune

14. Smile

15. Silence (Aug 2022)

Houki x Mitsunari (WIP Wednesday) | Abby x Vincent (WIP Wednesday) | Maddie x Harr (WIP Wednesday) | Clara x Nokto (WIP Wednesday) | Miri (WIP Wednesday)

16. Questioning

17. Blood

18. Rainbow

19. Gray (March 2023)

Shakespeare, Vincent x Abby (WIP Wednesday)

20. Fortitude

21. Vacation

22. Mother Nature

23. Cat

24. No Time (April 2023)

Thea x Arthur (WIP Wednesday) | No Time [Clara x Rio]

25. Trouble Lurking

26. Tears

27. Foreign

28. Sorrow

29. Happiness

30. Under the Rain

31. Flowers (July 2023)

Abby & Vlad (WIP Wednesday) | Maddie & Loki (WIP Wednesday) | Clara & Silvio (WIP Wednesday)

32. Night

33. Expectations

34. Stars

35. Hold My Hand (Feb 2024)

Houki x Mitsunari (WIP Wednesday) | Ophelia x Kennyo (WIP Wednesday) | Thea & Isaac (WIP Wednesday) | Abby & Jean (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Mammon (WIP Wednesday)

36. Precious Treasure

37. Eyes

38. Abandoned (Nov 2023)

Clara x Rio (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Levi (WIP Wednesday)

39. Dreams

40. Plus

41. Teamwork

42. Standing Still

43. Die

44. Two Roads

45. Illusion

46. Family

47. Creation (March 2024)

Leonardo, Abby x Vincent (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Luke & Barbatos (WIP Wednesday)

48. Childhood

49. Soft

50. Breaking the Rules

51. Rot

52. Deep in Thought

53. Keeping a Secret

54. Tower

55. Waiting

56. Danger Ahead

57. Sacrifice

58. Father (June 2023)

Houki (WIP Wednesday) | Thea x Theo x Arthur (WIP Wednesday) | Abby x Vincent (WIP Wednesday) | Clara & Mr. Akatsuki (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Lucifer (WIP Wednesday)

59. No Way Out

60. Rejection

61. Fairy Tale

62. Magic

63. Do Not Disturb (April 2024)

Mitsuhide, Houki x Mitsunari (WIP Wednesday) | Abby & Theo (WIP Wednesday) | Clara x Nokto (WIP Wednesday) | Miri, Satan & Simeon (WIP Wednesday)

64. Multitasking

65. Horror (Oct 2023)

Reaching Out [Vincent van Gogh x Abigail Clarke]

66. Traps

67. Nurture (May 2023)

Houki x Mitsunari (WIP Wednesday) | Ophelia (WIP Wednesday) | Abby x Vincent, Theo & Arthur (WIP Wednesday) | Maddie x Harr (WIP Wednesday)

68. Hero

69. Annoyance

70. Mislead

71. Obsession

72. Mischief

73. I Can't

74. Are You Challenging Me? (Sept 2023)

Houki & Nobunaga (WIP Wednesday) | Abby & Arthur & Isaac (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Lucifer (WIP Wednesday)

75. Mirror

76. Broken Pieces

77. Test

78. Drink

79. Starvation (Jan 2023)

Houki & Masamune (WIP Wednesday) | Ophelia x Kennyo (WIP Wednesday) | Abby & Leonardo (WIP Wednesday) | Maddie & Loki (WIP Wednesday) | Clara & Rio (WIP Wednesday)

80. Words

81. Today

82. Can You Hear Me?

83. Heal

84. Out Cold

85. Spiral (Jan 2024)

Miri & Simeon (WIP Wednesday)

86. Seeing Red

87. Food

88. Pain

89. Sick

90. Iron

91. Drowning

92. All That I Have

93. Give Up

94. Last Hope

95. Young

96. In the Storm (Dec 2023)

First Kicks (Abby x Vincent)

97. Safety First

98. Puzzle

99. Solitude

100. Relaxation

#masterlist #100 themes challenge #the filled list #thus far anyway #ikemen sengoku #ikemen revolution #ikemen vampire #ikemen prince #obey me #ikesen oc #ikerev oc #ikevamp oc #ikepri oc #obey me oc #too many characters to tag #so I won't

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virtie333 · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday

Can Rey get Grumpy Luke to open up and accept her?

Luke suddenly started laughing, rubbing his hands over his face. “Oh, Kriff. What am I doing?”

“Saving your sister,” Rey answered without hesitating. “You better grab whatever you want to bring. I’m going to get those books.” Rey grabbed an old bag from the front of one of the huts that belonged to one of the Lanai, the native species that lived here. Rey had only seen a few of them since their arrival, as the little avians did their best to avoid her and her companions, but she decided they wouldn’t miss one bag. She started making her way up to the old Uneti tree cave, but stopped when she realized Luke had gone very still and was watching her with a rather soft expression on his face. “What?”

He shook his head. “You remind me of someone. Someone I knew long ago.” His expression became almost wistful, then he shook himself. “You mentioned Poe. Poe Dameron?”

Rey tensed. “Yes.”

Luke nodded. “I knew his mother well. I imagine he’s one hell of a pilot.”

“The best,” Rey said softly.

Luke bobbed his head again, then cocked it. “You love him.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.”

He looked at her for a long moment. “And what are you going to do if he’s dead?”

Rey felt her heart skip at his words. She wasn’t going to even let herself imagine that nightmare. “He’s not,” she whispered. “I would know.”

Luke stared at her for a long time, then he sighed heavily. “Go get those books… padawan.”

#wip wednesday #luke skywalker #rey #damerey #the last jedi

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jedimordsith · 4 months

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From the same Alpha!Mara/Omega!Luke fic as this week's WIP Wednesday:

“Don’t!” Mara jerked away, but there was nowhere to go, her back already pressed against the shower wall.

Luke’s hand hovered over the cuffs, his eyes flicking to hers as his frown deepened.

“I could — hurt you.” Her face screwed up with the effort of forming the words.

The Force-less bubble prevented Luke from getting a read on her emotions, but he thought there was a spark of real fear in her eyes.

“You might react,” she babbled, the words rushing out choppy and urgent. “Pheromones. You’ll want to — please me. I can’t —”

Her misery and anxiety made his heart twist, even as warmth rushed through him, bringing with it the urge to melt into her arms. Even in the grip of her own heat, he was her primary concern. His safety, his well-being.

She wasn’t wrong, of course. He did want to make her happy; the omega in him was perilously close to the surface and eager. But it wasn’t about him, this time. So he pushed the impulses down.

“I was a fighter pilot, Mara,” he reminded her. He allowed himself a wicked smile, pleased when her eyes widened, her pupils dilating in response. “I can make you very happy, no omega behavior involved.”

For a second, he thought he’d convinced her, but then she shook her head, eyes squeezing shut. “I don’t — can’t trust myself.”

That made anger spike in his gut, thorny and twisting. He gritted his teeth against it, against the urge to nuzzle into her throat and stroke his hands along her soft skin and insist that she was the best Alpha anyone could hope for, that the situations that had been forced on her before weren’t her fault.

But that wasn’t what she needed right now.

“Then trust me,” he said softly, his left hand lifting to cup her cheek.

Her eyes snapped open, glazed and heavy, as she inhaled, breathing him in. Need made her whine, and the sound sent an electric rush of desire up his spine.

“Once we get you out of the ysalamiri bubble, I can use the Force to keep my head,” he promised hurriedly. “And to restrain you if I have to. I won’t let you do anything to me I don’t want.”

That he would give her anything she asked for without complaint was irrelevant.

“Please,” he added, ducking his head to catch and hold her gaze. “Let me help you through this, Mara.” He gestured at the cuffs, at the way she sat, balled up on the shower floor. “I can’t watch you suffer through like this. It hurts.”

That was a below-the-belt tactic and he knew it, but it worked.

“Promise,” she rasped out. “That you won’t —”

“Jedi’s honor.”

She nodded, the fear in her gaze giving way to hunger.

Luke pressed his thumb to the cuffs’ release.

#luke skwalker #mara jade #luke/mara #filthy friday

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phantom-curve · 1 year

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I just called to love you like we’re gonna die

in which Julie volunteers at a church prayer line and Luke accidentally calls in one night || loosely inspired by the lone star: 911 episode “saving grace”

In the old, drafty basement of the Blessed Virgin Mary Catholic Church, Julie Molina sits at a small round table in a metal fold out chair staring at the phone in front of her the exact same way she’s been doing every Wednesday night for the last four years, waiting.

There are six other tables scattered about the room, phones and volunteers stationed at each one. A small kitchenette is tucked on the back wall, a carafe of coffee always hot and waiting, an electric kettle ready for tea at a moment’s notice. It’s comforting and familiar, these sights and sounds that remain unchanged week after week, month after month, year after year.

Volunteering for the prayer line is routine and expected and one of the only remnants of her life in the Before Time. The time before the sickness and the sadness. The time before being told there was nothing more to do. The time before learning to say goodbye when what she wanted to say is please don’t go. The time before her mom died. The time before Julie’s faith died with her.

And even though she doesn’t believe anymore, she still comes here every Wednesday. She still sits in her chair at her table, waiting for a call. She still answers and talks and digs deep into her past to offer the words the other person needs to hear.

Because at the end of the day, Julie needs some things to stay the same. The world never stops, but the prayer line never changes.

Until today.

“Blessed Virgin prayer line, how may I help you?”

Laughter explodes from the other end of the phone. Julie pulls the receiver away from her face as the loud guffaws continue on the other line. A few of the other volunteers in the room glance at her, and Julie shrugs in response. She answered the phone the exact way they always do. From the corner of her eye she sees Tía watching her from across the room. Julie gives her a wide grin and firmly reattaches the receiver to her ear.

“Holy shit — oh I probably shouldn’t say that, sorry — holy crap!” A soft baritone says on the other end. The guy sounds young, his voice smooth, his vowels rounded with a slight accent.

“I just,” more laughter, and it’s so heartfelt Julie can’t help the way the corners of her lips curve just a bit, “I’m just honestly trying to decide if I’m more impressed or insulted right now.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I follow?”

Julie keeps her voice kind, the way she’s been trained to when working the prayer line. Usually it’s older folks calling in, either lonely or in poor health. Sometimes it’s a parishioner with an emergency, though ‘emergency’ can stem from a disagreement over a Bible passage to someone in a life or death situation who maybe should have called a different 24/7 phone line. This particular caller doesn’t sound familiar, which isn’t necessarily weird, but he does sound at least a bit confused, which definitely is.

“Look,” he says after a moment, “I met a girl at a bar last night, and I asked for her number, and this is the number she gave me. I was trying to call her up to see if she wants to go out, but clearly she doesn’t.”

Surprisingly, he doesn’t sound particularly upset about it.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve been turned down before, but never by a church prayer line. That’s a new one. Do you think she was trying to send me a message?”

This time, Julie’s the one who can’t help but laugh.

“What kind of message would making you call a prayer line be?”

“I don’t know, maybe that I need to have a come to Jesus talk? Oh, oh, I know! That I haven’t got a prayer with her! Damn, that’s actually pretty clever,” he murmurs, more to himself than to her she thinks.

Julie can’t help but be amused at the thought of this girl passing out prayer line numbers, and she finds herself abruptly wondering how badly this guy was flirting. His voice, at least, is fairly charming. And so far he’s been a pretty good sport about the whole thing. Occasionally they’ll get an addict calling in that was given their number by someone claiming it belongs to a dealer in an ill fated attempt to help them get clean. Those callers are never this nice about the bait and switch.

“Well, in that case, I’ll be sure to include you in our Sunday prayer requests,” Julie vows, just a hint of tease dancing along the edges of her words, slipping through the half curved smile she can’t seem to hold back.

“Oh man, that’s a real thing? Like, people call you up to request a prayer for ‘Ol Boi in the sky to deliver on?”

Julie swallows the snort that threatens to burst out and forces her voice to remain cheerful and church approved.

“Well sometimes, yes. Mostly people call in to pray together over the phone, but sometimes they want to be added to the Sunday list. Usually when it’s a really important prayer, or a really big one. Having the support of the congregation makes them feel closer to God.”

She doesn’t really know why she’s explaining this to him. Clearly he isn’t Catholic, and he probably won’t ever call the line again. Plus, despite what others may think, she doesn’t volunteer for the prayer line in an attempt to convert people.

“Damn, who knew church could be so transactional. Oh shit, sorry, I probably shouldn’t say the d-word. Ya know, I’ve got a buddy that used to go to church, and he never mentioned anything about prayer lines or requests. And we totally coulda used some of those back in the day...”

His tone sounds genuinely bummed, but in a way that tells Julie whatever they would have prayed for back then is something this guy would do anything to obtain. She’s said that kind of prayer before, too.

“Well, you’re here now. Could be as good a time as any to start. Is there something specific you’d like me to include in your Sunday prayer? You know, other than a plea for better game.”

“Hey now!” The guy laughs, surprised but not upset, “I’ve got plenty of game, thank you very much. Church girls notwithstanding.”

Julie makes a noncommittal noise. She doesn’t know him well enough to offer a comment on this subject matter. He laughs again, the sound carefree and open in a way she almost envies. She doesn’t know the last time she felt an emotion so unrestrained. Her heart has been under lock and key for years at this point, almost everything feels dulled and muted through layers of survival.

“Okay, okay, how ‘bout this: you can say a prayer for me, but it has to be cool.”

“A cool prayer?” Julie doesn’t quite manage to keep the slight sarcasm from her tone. He chuckles, just two little ha-ha’s, but the sound splits her lips into a grin again.

“Yeah, dude! Like, pray that I wake up a millionaire or with a sold-out international tour or – oh! Oh! I know!! Pray we cinch our record deal next week! Think you and Sky Daddy can make it happen?”

“You can’t call Him that if you want me to put your prayer in,” Julie says with a mockingly stern voice, ignoring the pulse of pain that rockets through her chest at his mention of touring and record deals.

“Okay, fair enough, my bad. No disrespect, I promise. We just talk like that around Alex, my friend that went to church, ‘cause, ya know, religious trauma. It helps him when we joke about it.”

He’s slipped into a more casual cadence, his words blurring a little and she thinks, this must be what he sounds like around his friends, and then ignores the way that thought makes her heart jump a little. She has friends. Well, she has Flynn. And Flynn has friends that sometimes Julie also spends time with. Usually because Flynn invited her to something. It’s fine, though. It’s hard to make friends in your twenties, everyone knows that.

“Oop, sorry, probably shouldn’t bring that kinda stuff up on a prayer line either, eh?”

She can hear the smile in his voice, and she has no way of knowing what it looks like, but she knows it’s kind. She just…knows. It makes the pain from earlier flare back to life. And suddenly Julie is struck with an intense, overwhelming sense of loneliness. Which is why she lets just a little bit of her real self leak out across the line.

“That’s something Alex and I have in common actually, so it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

Silence.

Shit.

“Forget I said that,” she says in a rush, tone bright and perky the way it should be, foot moving a mile a minute against the linoleum floor. It squeaks in protest and Julie doesn’t even flinch at the sound. Maybe if she moves her legs fast enough her brain will believe she’s outrunning the awkwardness of this situation and she’ll be able to chill the fuck out before her Tía catches on.

“I’ll put you down for one prayer on Sunday, a record deal special. Thank you for calling the Blessed Virgin prayer line, may the Lord be with you.”

She hangs up the phone before he can get a word in. Not like he was going to anyway. She holds her breath for a long moment, but it doesn’t ring. She exhales in a rush, slumping over the table with her head resting in her hands. A warm hand falls to rest on her shoulder seconds later.

“Everything okay, sobrina?”

Julie spits hair out of her mouth and sits upright, turning to her aunt with a practiced smile.

“Everything’s fine, Tía. Just a prank call, but I handled it.”

One perfectly sculpted eyebrow raises as hazel eyes sweep her head to toe checking for any signs of distress, and then Victoria nods decisively.

“We’ll pray for them.”

She squeezes Julie’s shoulder once before releasing her, heels click-clacking across the floor as she turns and makes her way over to where Mr. Martinez is holding his receiver upside down again.

And that’s that. A weird occurrence at her weekly prayer line volunteering, for sure, but not really anything more than a funny story to share with Flynn over delivery pizza later that night.

Until he calls back two weeks later.

#idk if I’m ever gonna actually post this whole thing #but I still really love this first interaction so here ya go #me: I’m gonna write a fic that is so niche #mads writes #jatp #juke #julie and the phantoms #juke fic #julie molina #luke patterson #jatp fic #jukebox #jukebox fic #prayer line juke

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