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septembersghost · 1 year

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I think my biggest issue with both the haunting and thohh is that they're both about the ghosts, not the house itself. Like yeah thohh has that bit with the red room but in the end they were the ghosts that made the mom throw the tea party, luke get into drugs and so on. Whereas there are no ghosts in the story, just the house, which was the whole point, right? I love both adaptation but they could be anything else than that. They basically only share the character names.

And yeah they both also have some other stuff picked from the story like Nell climbing the railing in TH or the cup full of stars and the stone rain story in thohh, and that thumping on the walls scene in both, but in both it kind of feels like they could do without and be completely separate properties. (Especially with how recontextualized they are in thohh)

And then there was something that reminded me of Bly but i don't remember now. i should have written this when i meant to right after reading the story but here I am writing what i remembered of it super randomly bc the haunting is on the tv hah 😅

Also, reading the story gave me such weird mix of imagining the characters as those from th and from thohh in turns lol

Idk i love the idea of a place messing with people rather than ghosts

SPEAK ON IT BESTIE

the thing is, hill house is a great ghost story, and a terrible adaptation. they really don't share anything but a title and a few character names. and shirley jackson had such an incisive, valuable story to tell in her novel about psychological trauma and horror, about the way disenfranchised women are viewed with suspicion and derision and often cast aside by society, the ominous presence of fear and loneliness, the desperation to find somewhere to belong, the way lines can blur between the mind and reality. i love show!nell and yet she is nothing like book!nell, and book!nell is SO important because rarely are women like her depicted or treated as if they matter. the show made the confusing choice to be about children and a nuclear family's terror and scars from actual malevolent ghosts, where you could argue the novel is about everything but the nuclear family - it rejects the concept (her mother was horrible and abusive, her sister and brother-in-law simultaneously controlling and dismissive). insist on your cup of stars is this deep ache she has, of never having anything of her own, even her dreams and wishes, clawing to keep one tiny shard of self. she escapes to the house, and the house is waiting for her. it preys on her because she's vulnerable and fanciful and troubled, it is an echo and manifestation of her isolation. the house is the monster. we're not even sure if the ghosts are there, and it doesn't matter. the house consumes people. the place itself is evil. its very facade is malignant. idk it's just such an effectively terrifying concept and eleanor (and theo) in the novel are such distinct female characters. the series/book are completely separate stories in my head.

"i love the idea of a place messing with people rather than ghosts" same

i think i've also said this to you but i'm never over that ending monologue in the show twisting and trampling the meaning of the iconic opening/closing lines of the novel. even within the concept of the series, it's baffling. the evil of hill house is hungry and destructive. there's no peace or union there. whatever walks there, walks alone.

#i always seem so critical of the series even though i think as its own entity it's good but as a jackson fan it's maddening #two wolves inside you etc #deansmultitudes #letterbox

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safeandsound · 2 years

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Thohh siblings ranking :-)

nellie, luke, theo, shirley, steve (imagine such a huge gap between shirley and steve)

#i hate him sm #tina tag

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bowieandqueen11 · 4 years

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Luke Crain Headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sinfultragedy · 4 years

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It has to be seven. That keeps you safe.

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imaginesbymk · 3 years

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[x] REQUESTED BY ANONYMOUS

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

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

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

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mlmxreader · 3 years

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Worth | Luke Crain x Male!Reader

request; Hey, could you write something with Luke Crain, using the prompt, “I know what I’m fucking worth”? Idk how, but I’d like to see Luke standing up for himself. Something angsty, I guess. - anon

summary; Luke finally stands up for himself.

warnings; swearing, smoking

author’s note; gender of the reader wasn't stated, so I went w male, which I hope is all good

Quarantine wasn't exactly the best at the best of times, constantly worrying about everything and anything, from the little things to the big ones, it was hard to know what was going on most of the time, it was hard to keep track of things when they blurred together in endless anxiety; you and Luke were struggling, neither of you could handle quarantine - nightmares and night terrors and insomnia became common. The urge to delve into old and destructive habits became common.

But then one of his sisters had an idea: once a week, the Crain family would get together for a video call, just to make sure that they were all doing just fine and that they weren't struggling alone. You usually kept out of the day during them, always thinking that you had to be Luke's dirty little secret - but when you admitted such a thing to him, he told you to join, he told you to join and introduce yourself.

His sisters loved you, they thought you were great.

His father seemed to like you well enough, he always made it a point to say something nice to you.

Steve never joined on time to meet you before you left Luke to speak to his family. Steve only heard what the other Crains had said.

Sat in the living room, you stayed glued to Luke's side as he joined the video call with his family; Nellie was there early, as was usual, soon after, Theo and Shirley came to join, and as was the normal, Steve was the last to join.

"So, this is the boyfriend," Steve said, not seeming amused. "What, you another jun-"

"Don't," Luke said quietly, shaking his head. "Please, Steve."

Steve huffed, and despite the protest from the other Crain siblings, decided to rant about what a terrible person Luke was because of his past, what an awful brother he had been and how nobody was good enough for him because they all acted the same as what he had done before; but as you were about to open your mouth and to interrupt Steve, Luke decided that he would stand up for himself.

"I know what I'm fucking worth, and to you, it might not be shit," he spat. "But at least I don't sell out my own fucking family for a book."

He slammed the laptop shut, huffing and shaking his head as he bolted to the kitchen; the click of a lighter and a deep sigh sounded shortly after, and once you had gathered yourself, you dared to approach.

You took the cigarette from between his fingers, and smiled as you took a drag. "Y'know, watching you stand up to your douchebag brother... makes me kinda proud."

Luke looked at you with a glare, daring to take another drag from the cigarette before he sighed, a cloud of pale grey smoke coming from his nose. "Why?"

"Because you told me ages ago that you were scared to do it," you shrugged, sitting up on the counter and nodding. "And... I dunno, call me a softie or whatever, but it's almost like it proves how far you've come."

He couldn't help but to smile a little at that, nodding as he swallowed thickly and dared to move slightly closer, leaning against your knee a little but not daring to go further or to even touch you with his hands. "Thanks..."

"Hey," you nudged him gently, flashing a grin. "Y'know what we should do?"

"What?"

"What we did at the clinic," you said. "Y'know, blankets held up by chairs, a little screen between us, some snacks."

Luke grinned back, nodding a little as he finished his cigarette. He still felt like shit, he was glad he had stood up for himself, but he felt guilty for some reason. He knew Steve wouldn't speak to him for the coming weeks, usually until Shirley yanked his tail and got the brothers to speak again. "I get to pick this time, though."

"As long as it's not some cannibal film again, sure."

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myriadimagines · 3 years

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Hi dear! 🌸 Can I request drabble for Luke Crain (The haunting of the Hill House) with prompt 60 “Dance with me.” from prompt list 1 and 69 “You make me so unbelievably happy.” from prompt list 3. Thank u! 💜

Characters: Reader x Luke Crain

Warnings: —

Prompt: 60. “Dance with me.” & 69. “You make me so unbelievably happy.”

Word Count: 315

A/N: hey love!! hope u like it!!

want to request a drabble? Read this post!

Luke smiles as he watches you swaying your hips to the music that fills your apartment, grinning to yourself as you move to the melody. The water runs quietly from the sink as Luke cleans up the dishes from your dinner, and you waltz around the living room, tidying everything up from the day. You look so peaceful, Luke thinks, so happy, and Luke just feels grateful to be able to experience this moment with you.

You turn, catching Luke staring at you, and Luke can feel a blush rising to his cheeks. Despite how long you’ve been together, he still gets the same nervous flutter in his chest that he got the first time the two of you met. You smile at him, a comforting smile that makes Luke feel at home, and you extend your hand out to him as you say, “Dance with me.”

Luke chuckles, setting down the plate he’s washing. He dries his hands off on a towel, shaking his head as he replies, “I’m a terrible dancer.”

You roll your eyes at him, your smile turning teasing as you remark, “I don’t care.”

You make your way towards Luke, taking his hand and pulling you towards him. Luke wraps his arms around you, resting his cheek on top of your head as the two of you begin to slowly move to the music. The world feels as if it’s slowed down, allowing the two of you this dance together, this private little moment that’s undisturbed by the reality around you.

“You make me so unbelievably happy.” Luke quietly tells you, his voice barely above a whisper, and you smile as you tilt your head up to look at him. He presses a kiss to your forehead, and he continues, “I love you.”

“And I love you.” you tell him, and Luke wishes he could stay in this moment forever.

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mybeautifulbeautifuleternal · 3 years

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The rain was a soothing drizzle, a surprise spring shower that had driven you and Luke inside. When you had woken up that morning, the weather report had said sunny and clear. When you heard that, you knew that it was going to be the perfect day for a picnic at the park. Luke had agreed with you and so the two of you had packed up a nice little basket.

Unfortunately, you had only just gotten everything laid out nice and pretty when the skies opened up. It was then a moment from any romantic movie ever -- the two of you running back to the car, you ducked underneath Luke’s coat as you both did your best to stay dry.

As much as you acted irritated that your morning was ruined, you were too busy being charmed by Luke’s sheepish grin to mind. He had acted as the bad weather was entirely his fault and not some freaky Mother Nature moment. You couldn’t be mad around him when he was like that.

Instead, the two of you made your way back home, dried off then made a warm cocoon with each other in your bed.

Thus, you spent your morning cuddling with your giant boyfriend while watching the rain fall from the sky. You thought it was a worthwhile trade-off.

Luke had just climbed back into bed, handing you a water bottle, and curled back into you, his head nudging his way under your chin. You moved one of your hands to run through his hair, dragging your nails along his scalp.

“You know, your hair is really soft babe,” the words slipped out of you before you realized it.

“Yeah?” Luke’s voice let you know that he was halfway to falling asleep. It didn’t surprise you -- this sort of day was made for napping and dozing and laying about.

“The softest,” you settled back into both the bed and Luke. You were catching the sleeping bug and wanted to get comfy before it took you.

“Love you, babe.”

“Love ya too.”

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claraswritings · 5 years

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Love in the Strangest Places.

Pairing: Luke Crain x Reader

Warnings: small mentions of drug addiction

Requested by: anonymous

A/N: 3 fics and 1 headcanon to go! Happy Easter if you celebrate it and if you don’t then have a lovely weekend 😊💖

THOHH Tags: @starryrevelations @the-biggest-idiot-in-the-galaxy @anotherlifeaddict

When you’d first met Luke, he looked halfway in the ground. An addict who’d bounced from rehab centre to rehab centre. He’d been to nearly every centre in the city. He’d lied to his family, stolen from his siblings and missed his sister’s wedding.

You’d honestly seen it too many times before in other clients, they’d stay a week, maybe two, then leave and never be seen again. You worried Luke would be the same way but a week turned into a month and a month turned into three and you could see now, that without the heroin, he was a smart, funny and handsome guy who’d had an awful run in luck and a very unusual upbringing.

He’d taken longer than most of your patients to open up but when he had he’d talked for almost 45 minutes straight and when your clock had signalled the end of the session you’d turned it off and talked through your lunch hour.

Your colleagues were impressed and somewhat in awe that you’d managed to get him to open up.

Luke had looked at you and asked if you thought he was crazy. If you believed him. He looked so lost and you felt like in that moment you could see right through him like a window.

You’d told him of course you didn’t think he was crazy.

You never knew if you believed in ghosts or ghouls or anything however you did know Luke must have seen something awful as a child. Trauma in addicts was not uncommon and it would certainly explain a lot.

You’d grown to look forward to your bi-weekly sessions, more so than you looked forward to any other clients. You’d first thought maybe it was because Luke Crain was probably the most interesting man you’d ever met...

Luke knew you were different to the other case workers. You didn’t look at him with pity like the others did. You treated him like a friend and not like another hopeless case.

He’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t often lie awake thinking about you. He’d thought about asking you out more than once but just didn’t think you’d want to.

Why would a pretty, intelligent woman like yourself be interested in a Semi-reformed addict.

**time skip**

Your personal phone rang with an unknown number jolting you awake.

A husky voice came through the phone “Y/N, it’s Luke.” You shot up and looked at your alarm. The light blinking that it was 3am. “Sorry to call so late, I needed someone to talk to,”

“Did you...did you relapse Luke? It’s okay if you did, I can still help you,” you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and propped yourself up.

You had to ask. You’d been worried about him in the time he’d gone.

His breath was shaking down the phone. “No...I’ve...it’s a long story...but I promise I’m clean. Please. Can I have my bed back,” Luke felt a little like a child asking. He thought you’d think he was pathetic.

You swung your legs over the bed. “Where are you Luke? I’ll come get you,”

He met you outside of his brothers house. Luke looked...surprisingly fresh. You’d expected him to have looked on deaths door.

On the journey back, he explained to you where he’d been despite you reassuring him that he didn’t owe you an explanation.

He told you how he’d took off to find his friend Joey...you’d always worried she’d be a bad influence on him. Joey had been nine months clean when she left but she always seemed like she was only semi serious about her recovery.

She’d mugged him and left him to wander alone until his brother found him.

Luke had the. gone to stay with his other sister for his twins funeral and had ended up going back to the house that caused him so much trauma. He’d had what you assumed may have been a traumatic hallucination whether it was induced by ghosts or by his illness you didn’t know. and he’d ingested poison.

For the past week he’d been recovering in hospital.

“I promised her. I promised Nellie, I have to get my spot back,” Luke pleaded with you. A part of you was furious that your co worker had turned him away after he’d been mugged.

“I owe her that after being a shit brother for years,” he gave you a smile but you could see in his eyes that his joke hurt him.

“Please. Please help me,”

“I’ll see what I can do,”

It had taken a fair bit of convincing to let Luke have a bed back and he was told to take numerous tests but eventually Paige, the lead caseworker relented and allowed Luke back in.

After this you kept up your bi-weekly sessions with him, sometimes you’d even eat lunch together and the day Luke got his six months clean chip and a visit pass he asked you to come with him to meet his family.

Shirley, his older sister was having a family dinner and wanted to meet you after Luke had talked about you non-stop on his phone calls home.

You’d been nervous. He’d spoken so much about his siblings and you wanted to make a good impression.

The dinner had gone fantastically. Shirley was an amazing cook and the pasta bake she had made was so good you’d had seconds.

Luke’s family welcomed you in as if you were one of their own. You even bonded with Steve who Luke had advised you was always sceptical of his friends.

Luke watched you from the door way. You and Shirley were giggling over an old photo album and just watching you made him feel at home.

“Your girlfriends nice,”

He turned to face Theo, who was cradling a drink in her hand.

“I don’t know if I can call her my girlfriend, Theo I mean...” Luke ran a hand through his hair and shrugged.

“Luke that girl has spent all afternoon, talking to Shirl about you as a kid, asking to see pictures of you, if you can’t see she likes you, I think we need to take you back to the hospital to get your eyes checked,”

Luke laughed “you think?”

Theo winked “I know, go ask her,”

Luke watched you for another moment and when you looked up and caught his eye he gestured for you to come over.

“What’s up,” you spoke with a smile.

“Are we...what...what is this, you and me?” Luke attempted to ask. Apparently he’d forgotten how to speak in the past five minutes.

He took a deep breath and started over “I mean, are we dating?”

You laughed and reached for his hand “I’d like to think so, I hope you don’t invite all your case workers for family dinners,”

Luke grinned and you felt yourself melt.

“Anyway, I’m going to get back to the photo album, Shirley was just about to show me some adorable ones of you in the school play,”

You turned to head back to your seat where the other woman was waiting with a new photo album, when you were interrupted by Luke once more.

“Shirley Crain, don’t you dare...”

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obscure-imagines · 5 years

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-okay this baby would need a lot of time to warm up to you

-he has a lot of difficulties finding relationships, one difficulty being that he’s at least semi famous because of his brothers book

-maybe being set up with him by one of his siblings?

-probably Nell because she knows her brother just needs a sweet girl in his life

-he’s kinda quiet at first but the more he warms up to you the more he comes out of his shell

-you’re hanging out waiting for Nell when he gets a text that she can’t come so it’s just the two of you

-actually having such a great time with just you two?

-hang outs become more and more normal with just the two of you

-having a movie night and you fall asleep against him, naturally cuddling up to him and he smiles, turning off the movie. you both wake up cuddled on the couch in the morning

-both realizing you just fit so well together

-he finally kisses you and you both just melt

-pulling away and he just has that smile

-after that you’re inseperable

-his family definitely knows somethings up because he’s such a smiley baby

-Nell has to pretend to be shocked when you tell her that you and Luke are official

-so many cuddles with our soft Luke bae

-like cuddles are just the best with this big guy

-lots of changing who spoons who because share the love

-lots of face touching while cuddling

-he kisses you everywhere

-hands, cheeks, nose, forehead, etc...

-he’s just a hand holding teddy bear

-he really opens up to you and tells you about all his struggles in life

-believing that what he saw at Hill House was real

-being just so accepting of this toll bean

-so many “i love you”s

-face squishing

-just being so happy

-you and Nell are super close

-you and Luke baby the shit out of Nell but she is also there for you two as well

-Luke introducing you to his family and they’re all so happy he found such a sweetheart like you

-he’s so sweet and cute with you

-he’s a blushy baby when he introduces you to people

-not huge on PDA unless its cute things like holding your hand or burying his face in your neck to hide his blushing face

-smiling so much his face hurts

-wearing his oversized hoodies

-cute childish games like chasing each other around the apartment

-he catches you by wrapping his arms around your waist and you both fall onto the bed

-he plays with your fingers

-he just adores you

-he’s a tall muffin so he’s always the one reaching for things on high shelves

-slow dancing in your bed room

-he calls you Sweetheart

-calling him Baby because he’s a baby and a teddy bear and the sweetest thing

******** gif credit @nessa007 BIG THANK YOU to this gif maker for giving me permission to use their gifs because the haunting on hill house is amazing and this gif is absolutely perfect i am in love

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marwritesgood · 5 years

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Home | L. Crain

Pairing : Luke x Reader

Timeframe : Season One

Summary : I am home. I am home. Now to climb.

“There’s someone at the door,” Nellie whispered to me, prompting me to excuse myself from the dinner table and open my front door.

“Hey baby.”

It was Luke. Dressed in nothing but a pair of baggy jeans and a stained oversized hoodie. Before my blood could reach its boiling point, I take a step outside and close the door behind me.

If looks could kill, my boyfriend would be out cold.

“Are you fucking high right now?” I whispered angrily, not wanting to cause suspicion amongst the guests inside.

It was my birthday, and I had invited all of my family members, as well as the Crain siblings to my house for a celebration. The dinner was set to begin at 7, but it was 9:30 and my boyfriend, Luke, had only just arrived, with bloodshot eyes and slurred speech.

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” he cried, trying to grasp my hands, making me move away from him. “I’m so sorry I just... It’s just so hard, and I was-”

“One night, Luke.” It hurt me so much to be angry at him, but I couldn’t keep enabling his addiction. “I needed you to show up for just this one night, Luke, and you decided to go and get fucking high?!”

“I’m so sorry, baby-”

“It’s my fucking birthday,” I state exasperatedly. “This was supposed to be a good day for me, yet I have had to sit in that room, for more than two hours, and defend you in front of my family. I was worried to death about you, Luke. And the worst part is, is that this isn’t the first time.”

“Babe, I’m so sorry,” Luke weeped, closing the gap between us. “I promise you I will make it up to you. Y/n, look at me, I promise I’ll-”

“No,” I cried, shaking my head. “I’m tired, Luke. I’m just... really really tired of doing this, and I- I don’t wanna keep doing this anymore. I think we should break up.”

His eyes grew twice in size, and I could have sworn he sobered up in just a matter of seconds. It was finally beginning to hit him that I was deadly serious.

“W-What?” Luke stammered. “No... No, c’mon, Y/n, don’t do this. I’m gonna get help. Baby, I promise you I will get help.”

I wanted to believe him. I really really did. But I had gone through this cycle with Luke enough times to know that this wasn’t gonna be any different. That if I stayed with him, it would only be a matter of time before he relapses again.

“No, I’m done,” I whispered shakily. Even I couldn’t believe what I was saying, but I knew better than to stop now. “Whenever you need me, I’m always there, Luke. Always. So, I’m done... with being in a relationship where I give so much of myself, but always end up empty handed at the end of the day I-”

My voice breaks, and I let out a sob. Luke reaches out to comfort me, but I back away an shake my head. Looking at him one last time, I muster up enough courage to speak once more.

“Go home, Luke.”

I needed to stand my ground

“But,” he began, staring at his feet sheepishly. “But, you’re my home.”

I needed to stand my ground.

As I make my way back inside, I turn to close the door. He remains standing where he was, hands in his pocket, eyes yearning for my attention.

Not this time.

“Goodbye, Luke.”

When Steven called me to tell me that Nellie had committed suicide, all memory I had of Luke and I falling out disappeared. Regardless of where I stood with her twin brother, Nellie was nothing if not everything I wanted and needed in a friend.

It broke my heart to know that she was gone. And that I never got to say goodbye.

“Y/n,” Steven greeted me, hugging me briefly after I entered the funeral home. “Thank you for coming. I’m really glad you could make it.”

“Of course,” I murmured, before looking down the aisle where Nellie’s casket was placed, and where her body was rested. “I can’t believe she’s really gone.”

And I really couldn’t.

It felt like

“I can’t either.”

My train of though is disrupted by the sound of a familiar voice. One I hadn’t heard in long while. It was Luke.

“I’ll give you guys some space,” Steven says, before leaving Luke and I alone to assist Shirley with handing out the funeral programs.

It felt strange to be standing in front of Luke, after so long, with so much to say but no strength to say it. I couldn’t even look him in the eye until he finally broke the silence.

“Can we sit?” He pointed to two empty seats across the room but kept his eyes fixated on mine. “And talk... about everything?”

I nod, and the two of us sit in silence. This time, I am the first to speak.

“How are you doing, Luke?”

I knew that often times, in the midst of all the conflicts that took place between him and his siblings, Luke was often disregarded. Losing someone important to you was hard to say the very least, but losing a twin was an unimaginable type of torture.

“Better... now that you’re here.” He smiled at me, which made my heart skip a beat. Even in the most tragic of situations, he still knew how to make me weak. “I’ve been clean for 90 days now, you know?”

“Yeah?” I smiled. “That’s great, Luke. I’m really happy for you.”

“I’m also really sorry... about what happened at your birthday.”

“... I know you are.”

“And I wanna make things right between us,” he explained, taking hold of my hands. This time, I don’t move away but instead shift closer. “Because losing Nellie made me realise how much I’ve been hurting the people who... who’ve done nothing but love and support me when I needed them to.”

I was with Luke for over three years, and watched him go through and endless cycle over and over again. The way he spoke to me, and the warmth in his hands reassured me that this time was different. That he really did get better.

“Do you remember what I said to you that night?”

I think about it for a moment, but shake my head.

“You’re my home, Y/n.” He states it like it is a fact. An unchanging, concrete fact. “And I’ve missed you so much.”

“You’re my home too,” I murmur, shifting closer Luke.

“Does that mean...?”

I nod, and return a smile.

Luke leans closer and kisses me softly on the lips. I missed him more than I initially thought. I missed us. As I pull away, I look him in the eye with a semi-serious expression.

“But... you can’t do what you did before,” I said, placing my hands back on top of his. I didn't want to ruin the moment, but I needed reassurance before I could let him back into my life. “I love you, Luke, but I’m not gonna stay with you if you go back to your old ways. I can’t do that anymore.”

“I know,” Luke nodded understandingly. “And I won’t.”

He stares intently into my eyes, and I know that he is telling the truth. So I smile, and rest my head on his shoulder, the same way I would before.

I am home. I am home. Now to climb.

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fanficimagery · 5 years

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Imagine being there for Luke when things get rough.

GIF credit: @bruce-wayne

Luke X Reader

Being abruptly woken up is something you absolutely loathe, except for when it's an emergency. So when you realize it's your cellphone ringing that's brought you into the land of wakefulness, it's like all your grogginess instantly vanishes.

The number calling isn't one programmed into your phone, but the area code is local so you answer without hesitance. "H-Hello?"

"Y/N? I-It's Luke. I need y-your help."

Holding the phone to your ear between your head and shoulder, you kick off your blankets and scramble out of bed. "Where are you? I'll come get you." Knowing full well that Luke should be in rehab and the number he's calling from is not the facility he was last at, you know something is terribly wrong. You hurry to your closet and pull on pants, then shoving your feet into a pair of random sneakers.

"I-I messed up. My f-friend left and I- I tried to help, but she.. I'm so sorry."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, babe. Just tell me where you are."

"I'm so- I'm so cold. M-my arms and legs.. they're stiff." His chattering teeth and stuttering voice absolutely breaks your heart. His voice is thick with emotion that has your own throat tightening in response. "It-It-It's like withdrawal," Oh crap, "but I- I didn't use. I wa- I wasn't using, but I- but I feel it anyway. You- you believe me, right?"

"Luke? Luke, listen to me. I need to know where you are so I can come get you."

"Please tell me you be-believe me, Y/N."

You pause by your apartment door, heart pounding and your soul aching for your friend. "I believe you, Luke. Ever since I found you again after all the years we missed together, you never once lied to me. Now where are you?"

Luke prattles off the address to some street corner and what the buildings near him look like, and you quickly grab your keys off the hook by your front door. As you're racing down the stairs, forgoing the elevator completely, the call disconnects. You frantically make it to your building garage and after getting into your car you speed off to where you have an idea Luke's at.

Throwing your car into park near the sidewalk, you leave the engine running and pop the trunk. Climbing out, you grab a blanket before jogging towards your friend who's huddled on a bench. Right away you notice he has no shoes and when he glances up, you gasp at the abrasions on his face.

"L-Luke?"

"I-I'm so cold," he stammers.

The plain tee and thin warm-ups do nothing to prevent the cold from chilling him down to his bones, but his face is sweaty so you have no idea what's going on. Still you wrap the blanket around his shoulders before sitting next to him on the bench and pull him down so his head is in your lap. "It's okay. I'm here now." You smooth your hand over his forehead, fighting back tears as you lean over him to kiss his forehead. "Sshh. I'm here now."

A set of headlights wash over you and you hunch protectively over Luke. Two people get out of the car, but only one approaches. "Luke?"

"H-Hey, Steve. You remember Y/N?"

Luke's older brother stares at you in surprise and you weakly smile at Steven- the eldest of the Crain brothers. "Hey, Steve. Long time no see."

"Y/N?"

"Mhm. Circumstances could be better, I guess. I'm guessing Luke called you either before or after me."

"I wasn't aware you and Luke-"

"We met again in rehab." Steven goes quiet and understanding seems to dawn in his features. You shrug. "I've been seven years sober. I just hang around the facilities to talk to the newbies and offer them some encouraging words."

"I have so many questions, Y/N, but I really need to get Luke-"

"Yeah, no. Go ahead." You help Luke sit up and your heart breaks all over again at his bowed head and hunched shoulders. Steven mumbles something to him before pointing him in the direction of a woman standing near their car, and Luke goes without uttering another word as he rubs at his neck. When Steven turns back towards you, you frown. "Is everything okay?"

Steven sighs. "No. Everything is just so- it's Nell, Y/N. She's dead."

Tears immediately spring to your eyes again. "W-what?"

"It happened yesterday. We'd been trying to get a hold of Luke, but he left the facility and.. Shirley has her now. Tomorrow's the viewing if you want to stop by. Luke's going to need someone he trusts."

You sniffle and nod frantically. "Y-Yeah. I just- I'm so.. wow." You exhale deeply, choking back a sob. "Oh, Nellie."

Steven wraps you in an awkward hug as you work to contain your grief. "I know." After a few moments, he releases you. "I really should get going. I still have to tell Luke before taking him to Shirley's. Dad's flying in as well."

"Of course. Give my condolences to the family and let Luke know I'll be waiting by my phone. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

As Steven turns away you quickly wipe away your tears. Then heading back towards your car, you wave at Luke who's watching you very closely. Steven waves at you as well and you climb back into your car while letting your tears freely fall again before you carefully drive away.

The following afternoon is a tough one. After Steven had taken custody of Luke, you later got a phone call from Luke as he sobbed about his twin and the fact that he wasn't there for her when she needed him the most. Apparently Nellie had hung herself in their old house and Luke kept going on and on about how he felt it- that, that was why his neck and limbs were so stiff. You cried with him on the phone until Steven finally made him hang up, but he only hung up after you promised you'd be there for the viewing that was open to the public.

Suffering through the drive later that evening in a newly purchased black dress, you collect yourself as much as you can as you drive closer and closer to the funeral home.

Then when you finally get there, your heart is pounding erratically as you slowly pull open the door and slip inside. Just inside the door is a small sitting area before you enter the main room where all the chairs and casket reside, and Luke is sitting there among several other individuals. Under the fluorescent lights the markings on his face look a lot worse.

Steven notices you first, you smiling and sheepishly waving before he nudges Luke. Then when Luke spots you, he's up out of his seat within the blink of an eye which startles everyone but Steven.

Luke's entire frame dwarfs you as he wraps you up in a hug and you return the embrace as best as you can. You can feel him shaking slightly and you squeeze him tighter before smoothing your hands up and down his back.

"I wasn't aware Luke had a girlfriend."

Glancing to the side to see who muttered that, you spot the culprit. When you pull free from Luke, you wipe at the corner of your eye while staring at his sister. "Not his girlfriend. Though if I remember correctly, I'm pretty sure you and Nellie married Luke and I when we were kids."

His sister's eyes widen as she stares you up and down. "Y/N?"

"Nice to see you too, Theodora."

She gapes before stepping forward hesitantly and you smile at the fact that she still wears the gloves. When she cautiously embraces you, it leads Shirley to do the same with a watery laugh. She then introduces you to her husband, Steven hugs you in greeting after, and all eyes turn to who can only be their father Hugh.

Time has not been kind to Hugh, especially given what everyone is gathered for, but you still muster up a smile for him. "Hey, Mr. Hugh. I'm so sorry about, Nellie."

"Y-Y/N." Hugh stumbles forward, his hands falling to your shoulders as he looks you up and down. Then releasing a breath he'd been holding, he chuckles softly before embracing you. "It's so good to see you, kiddo. How did you know about-"

"I- I called her last night," Luke says. "Y/N works part-time at the rehab I was at. She e-encourages us to stay on the straight on narrow."

Every Crain looks to you and you shrug. "Seven years sober. All the other addicts look up to me." You see their smiles falter and the pity enter their eyes. "Don't." You shake their head at them. "I messed up. I owned up to my mistakes and cleaned up after all my siblings abandoned me. Mom and Dad were the only ones who stuck it out, and now I'm working three jobs to pay them back for all the shit I put them through."

"You're just one tough cookie, aren't you?" Hugh muses.

"Only sometimes, but today is not about me," you say. "Right now we are here to remember all the good times we had with Nell and celebrating her life. Then later, later you can ask all you want." That seems to pacify the Crain's and one by one they leave to take their seats. Luke stays behind and you glance up at him, reaching up to rub your thumb lightly against one of his abrasions. "You holding up okay?"

"Mostly. Thank you for coming."

"It's Nellie." You smile sadly. "She was my friend as much as you were." Reaching for his hand, you squeeze it before holding tight. "Now come on. Lets go share some of our fondest memories before we say goodbye."

After a very tearful remembrance, tensions between the Crain's seem to explode after all the guests leave. You want so bad to stay and support Luke, but the family has long buried anger that's apparently coming out on tonight of all nights. So after quietly bidding Luke a good night, you take your leave after promising him to call you when he got to wherever it was he was staying.

Nearly two hours later as you're getting ready for bed you get a phone call, but it's not from Luke. It's from Steven and Luke's gone missing, he having taken Shirley's money and Theo's vehicle. They think he's going to slip and you immediately want to help, but Steven tells you to stay put. If worse comes to worse and Luke seeks you out after, they rather have you at home where you can intercept him instead of him wandering the streets again.

Another few hours later and Steven calls. Luke's overdosed.

You so badly want to break down, but you know you need to keep yourself together in order to get to the hospital. So after jotting down what hospital they've taken Luke to, you quickly get dressed yet again and race down to your car. Then driving to the hospital as fast as you can, you park haphazardly before racing for the front desk.

But before you can reach the desk, Theo's intercepting you. "Y/N! Over here."

When you reach her, you grasp her shoulder and make sure to not touch skin. "What happened?"

"It's that house. That stupid, stupid house," she mumbles. You stare at her and she rolls her eyes, huffing. "Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. That house was alive and you know it. We all did, but we didn't want to believe it."

You blink back tears. "I never told anyone, but I saw.." You trail off and clear your throat, shaking your head clear of one of your most terrifying childhood memories. "I just- I get it. Is he okay now?"

Theo's lips quirk to keep them from trembling. "Steve had to revive him. He was- technically he was dead, but Nell- Steven got him up."

"Can I see him?"

"Yeah. Come on."

When you get to the room, the door is already opened. Shirley and Steven are on either side of the bed as they quietly speak with Luke, but when they spot you they both vacate their spots.

"Thank you for coming," Shirley says, kissing your cheek in greeting. "He's been asking for you."

"It's Luke. I'll always be there for him." Shirley smiles even brighter at that and steps out, Steven following her. Then stepping up to the bed, your small smile falters at the sight of the dark bags under his eyes and the needle mark in his arm. "Oh Luke."

"Shh. I'm okay." He tries to comfort you as you start to cry and you immediately reach for his hand closest to you. Sandwiching his hand between your own, you hunch over and lay your head against his abdomen. "I'm sorry. I didn't want-"

You choke on a sob and he quiets down, and you straighten back up. Then wiping away your tears with one hand, you offer him a shaky smile. "Don't apologize. Theo explained," you say.

"Will you stay?"

"Of course."

"Will you help me get my bed back at rehab?"

You huff a quiet laugh. "Do you even have to ask?"

Luke smiles. "I'm really glad we reconnected, Y/N."

"As am I. Now stay put, I'm going to go stock up on snacks before making myself comfortable." Leaning further up over the bed, you lean down to kiss his cheek. But Luke turns at the last second and you catch his lips, and you jerk back in surprise. Your eyes widen and after a moment passes, Luke smirks. You narrow your eyes as you say, "You did that on purpose." He feigns innocence. Then pursing your lips in thought, you eventually sigh. "Hold onto that thought. We need to get you on a good path before we try to pursue anything."

Luke nods. "I'll keep that in mind."

Chuckling quietly, you then take your leave. And outside the room all the Crain siblings are smiling at you.

"Not a word," you tell them as you narrow your eyes.

But Theo being Theo, she just has to say something. "You two are adorable. My younger self was totally right about you."

"Theodora!" You groan. "I just- you- ugh!"

The siblings chuckle as you stomp off, Theo's voice following you. "Love you too, sister-in-law."

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bowieandqueen11 · 4 years

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Cold / Luke Crain Imagine

Request: Your Luke Crain headcanon was so beautiful!! Can you write more for Luke? If possible can I request something like, the reader has a nightmare or an anxiety attack and he calms her down? I don't think I ever read something with Luke being the sweetheart we know he is and I would love to see that. Make it as long as you wish!

I’m honestly so grateful my dear @itsjustmylifeconfessions that people are still obsessed with Luke!

Comments are always appreciated!

Ever since Nellie’s death, Luke couldn’t stand the cold.

He had been like this, when he was little. Luke had just always been Luke, but he had also been Nellie, the two so closely connected that every little thing he felt, she did as well. Sleepovers were always rough when you were a child, because when the ghosts came out to taunt them, as they always did, you would have to try and hug a terrified Luke in one hand, and reassure a screaming Nellie in the other. Ever since then, every pain, every sorrow, every fear the other felt would overwhelm him so much, he would always need you by his side in the end.

To start, he would always try to fight against it. The cold just happened to be the worst. Every window in your apartment had to be shut by a certain time in the winter, and the heating had to be turned up to a certain degree before he would stop shaking. When the two of you would snuggle down in the evenings to watch a movie, he would always collapse down on top of you, wrapping you up in at least three blankets he had enveloped his broad shoulders in. Nights, nights were always the worst, and although Luke loved you more than anything, he was always the most grateful for you at nights. The time when he could reach out across the sheets and grab onto your wrist in the darkness, slowly shuffling himself awkwardly across the bed until you welcomed him into the warmth of your chest in a half-asleep hug, hiding himself into you under the duvet. You would have to spend the whole night with his head tucked under your chin, trying to stop his chin from trembling as he buried his head into your neck by rubbing your hands over the wide expanse of his back.

It really was the only way to stop him shaking.

That’s why, that night, he was so surprised to find that when he came grasping desperately for you, you were the one who ended up trembling under his hands.

He lifts his head slightly off your pillow, surprise evident on his sleepy features. Reaching one arm over you, he’s careful not to rustle you, or nudge you, as he clicks on your bedside lamp. When he glances over at you, trying to blink the gloom away from his eyes so he could see you properly, was when he started to panic. One large hand cups the side of your cheek, fingertips gently tapping against your skin. He leans up on his left elbow, his frame enveloping you.

‘Hey, hey sweetheart, come on, wake up. That’s it, wake up, come back to me. It’s alright - we’re home, we’re home.’

You wouldn’t stop however, your body twisting the sheets around your legs as you trembled, your cheeks glistening as you bathed the bed in a cold sweat. He racked his brain, trying to think back to when he was ten years old and how Steve would try to wake him up at Aunt’s Janet’s when he had nightmares about Hill House, about his mom, about Isabelle - the tight grasp of his older brother’s hands against his shoulders, the way the back of his palm would stroke the wet strands of his fringe away from his eyes. Whispering, he would slowly stay with him until he began to gasp awake, one hand tight around his neck as Luke struggled for a breath.

Thank you Steve, he thinks, for teaching me what you learned at big brother school.

‘Alright honey, I’m here with you, it’s alright. Let’s do this together, okay?’

He couldn’t bring himself to do anything that could every remotely hurt you, so when he placed his hands on your shoulder and lifted you gently towards his chest, he did it as if he were delicately balancing Nellie’s cup of stars on his finger. The sweat trickled down your forehead and landed on his thumbs, as he gently massaged your muscles, but he didn’t care - he was too busy stroking the hair away from your eyes, making sure he would be the first thing you saw when you woke up.

‘That’s it love, that’s it. Come back to me. Wake up now.’

He presses soft kisses against your cheeks, his heart beginning to settle at the way you began to relax in his hold, your hands beginning to loosen and tighten as you grasp the bottom of his pyjama shirt. He leaves a final, chaste kiss against your lips, just ever so lightly brushing against them, until he feels you tug at the shirt on his back. Sitting the two of you up properly, he doesn’t loosen his grasp as you take a moment to properly blink yourself a wake, rubbing your back as you take gulping breaths.

‘I’m s- I’m sorry Luke. I didn’t m-mean to wake you up so early.’

He only gives a deep, huffing chuckle in reply, but you can see the relief in the way his eyes dip as he pulls you into his chest. Staying still for a moment, the two of you just sit on your bed, in the light, and the warmth you’re sharing with each other.

'I would do it every second of this lifetime Y/n, if it meant keeping you safe.’

You feel his hands tighten against the curve of your back, and the slight twitch of his cheek as he takes a moment to scrunch his nose against your neck.

‘Do you remember what I told you, the night I asked you to marry me?’

‘The same night Nellie accidentally tripped Shirley up and sent her flying into Theo, who ended up spilling champagne down her blouse. I still remember the look on Theo’s face as he shoved the cake she was holding onto Shirley’s dress.’

He chuckles, reaching his head up so his forehead touched yours. ‘Yeah, that’s the one. Do you remember what I said, what I whispered in your ear, right before I dropped down on my knee?’

‘You’re my home.’

‘That’s right’, he states, his voice firm and unwavering, ‘you’ve always been my home. I’ve always loved you, more than anything. So stop apologising, for anything - I’ve done my fair share of hurting you, and somehow you’re still with me. I’m the luckiest man alive.’

'And a big sap,’ you add, trying not to cry.

‘A huge sap, just for you.’

He shivers against the cold that starts to creep into the room, the early morning darkness starting to fight against the edges of his vision again. This time, though, this time, he doesn’t really feel it. He’s not scared of it, anymore, because you’re here, and you love him, and he’s never going to leave you again.

‘I love you, that’s all. And that’s all that matters.’

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onegayastronaut · 5 years

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I’ll Always Be Here (Nell Crain x Reader x Luke Crain)

Requested by anon: When Nellie died, you and Luke bonded a lot in the process of Nellies funeral being put together. You believed everything Nellie said about the house, and you believe look too. You go with him to burn hill house. All Nellie can do is watch as she struggles to get you both out, she’s screaming but you just can’t see her. In her mother's delusions and Poppy’s evil mind, you two get locked in and dragged to the red room. Her siblings escape, you don’t. You wake, dead in the house in a crying Nellies arms.

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You stood by the open casket looking down at the love of your life. How strange, you thought. Shirley did a really good job, it seemed like Nell was just lying there. The logical part of your brain knew that Nell would not wake up, but damn it if you didn’t wish this was all just a big joke and Nell would just sit up and smile at you.

You were so busy trying to remember the last time Nell smiled at you that you barely noticed Luke come up next to you. “You miss her too, don’t you?”

“I miss her smile. But I think I miss her voice more.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” Luke managed to let out a small smile and patted your back. “Want to get out of here before my family starts fighting?”

“I don’t think I can. If I leave, I’m never going to see her again. I’ll be alone. If I stay here, I can pretend that Nell is going to leave with me. Please, just let me pretend a little bit longer.”

Little did you know, Nell’s ghost was standing behind you as you looked over her body. She came up next to you and tried to brush a tear off your face, but found that her hands did nothing when brought up to your face. You had no clue that she was standing right there with you, and it broke her heart. “I will always be with you, (Y/N). Remember when I promised that I would never leave you?” When you didn’t respond, Nell started crying herself. There was nothing that she could do now to make you feel better.

After the funeral service, you decided that it would be best to go to a bar and get flat out drunk. It always seemed to work with Theo so it might be worth a try. You headed on foot towards the bar that you saw on the way to the funeral.

Your fifth drink in, you noticed the door open, and when you turned to look, Luke had come in. Groaning, you put your head on the bar table. Being in a bar was not a good idea for a recovering addict, and you didn’t want to see Luke relapse again because of you. “What do you want Luke?” You hated how your voice slurred when you talked. That being said, you hated a lot of things about yourself.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.” Luke touched your shoulder in a light effort to get you out of the bar.

“No, I’m not done yet.” You leaned away from him and gestured towards the bartender.

“Yes, you are. Come on.” Luke’s voice was a lot firmer now.

“No, I’m not leaving until I can’t feel anything anymore.” You felt anger rise up like a ball of fire from your stomach to your chest. Getting up, you placed a finger on Luke’s chest. “I’m not going anywhere until I feel better.” The world seemed to tilt under your feet, and the last thing that you saw was how the light reflected off the floor of the bar.

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The first thing you felt when you woke up was how warm you were. For a second, you felt like everything was going to be alright, and that Nell was just in the other room and that she was going to come in any minute now. This was immediately dispelled by a headache when you opened your eyes. Remembering how you treated Luke, you immediately moaned and covered your face. Just what you needed, adding embarrassment to grief.

Before you knew it, you heard a knock on the door. Luke opened the door a little bit and peeked over the door. “How are you doing this morning? Feeling better?”

“Firstly, what are you doing here? And no, I’m actually feeling worse if that’s possible.”

“Well, I made you some food if you’re interested.” Luke waved a plate of bacon and eggs at the door.

It took about half an hour for you to find something to wear. Your apartment felt too quiet, too empty without her here with you. Roughly wiping the tears on your face, you finally managed to make it out of your room. Luke was already eating at the table and smiled warmly when you came in. He pushed a plate towards you without saying anything, and the two of you ate for a while without saying anything.

“Would you like to spend the day together?” Luke looked sad but hopeful. “We’ve both lost someone very important to us, and I think that we can help each other try to find some sort of normalcy.”

“I don’t think I will ever feel normal again.”

“Me too.”

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Weeks after the funeral, your phone rang in the middle of the night. You already knew it was Luke -- you were too depressed to talk to anyone else. Besides, no one else could possibly understand what it was like to understand what losing Nell felt like. Luke was the only one to understand that a part of you had died along with Nell at Hill House. That was why his idea of going to that cursed house and burning it to the ground made sense.

The two of you made your way to the house in silence. When you looked at Luke, his face was set like stone. You could only imagine how he felt, going back to the house where his sister died, a house that pretty much ruined his family. For you, it was a way for you to possibly get the closure that you never had the chance to have.

When you finally arrived at Hill House, it was darker and more run down than you ever imagined. You couldn’t help but hate this house on sight -- it was the place that had taken Nell away from you. Luke took two crates of gasoline out of the trunk of his car and started walking towards the house. He looked back expectantly at you, and you followed him inside.

The inside of Hill House was more desolate than you could have ever imagined. It was apparent that the house had fallen into disrepair long ago, and that no one had been here in years. Luke immediately started splashing the gasoline all around the floor of the house, and you had the lighter in your hand. When Luke was finished, he came back to stand next to you.

“Ready?”

“Are you?” You weren’t sure if Luke was prepared to let go of this house.

You lit the match and dropped it to the ground. There was a burst of flame that spread across the floor and disappeared as quickly as it came. You felt a chill go down your spine, and you knew that somehow, you had upset Hill House. Nell had tried to warn you, but you didn’t know that the spirits (or whatever was in this house) were so powerful.

Little did you know, Nell was standing right in front of you, trying to tell you to get out of the house. “Get out, (Y/N)! Please, I don’t want you to die in here too!”

Not hearing her, you felt a sudden urge to walk upstairs. You didn’t have to look back to know that Luke was following you up the stairs.

Nell was walking beside you the whole time, trying to tell you to not go, screaming, crying. She knew where the voices in your head were trying to get you to go, and she didn’t want you to die the same way she did. But Poppy’s voice was too strong. The red door was waiting for you, and there was nothing Nell could do to save you.

You don’t know exactly what you were expecting when you first stepped into the Red Room. The emptiness and loneliness that you felt as soon as you stepped in made it feel like you couldn’t breathe. Life without Nell felt empty, and all you wanted to do was to stop breathing.

Little did you know, the Luke had his own nightmares to deal with. Luke had to deal with yet another relapse, and this time he barely made it through. By the time he woke up, you had stopped breathing. Luke ignored his dizziness and tried to clear your airways and tried CPR. All Nell could do was to hold you and hope against hope that you would make it out of Hill House alive.

You could feel Luke trying to bring you back to life, but you didn’t want to go back. The feeling of his hands faded quickly way. For the first time in what feels like forever, you could finally see Nell. Her beautiful face was so clear such that it felt like she was actually there with you. The only downside was that you could see her crying, so you instinctively reached over to comfort her. Much to your surprise, your hand actually made contact with her face, and Nell opened her eyes.

“(Y/N)? Can you hear me?”

“Nell? Is that really you?”

“It’s me. But now that you see me, it means that Hill House killed you too. I tried to tell you not to come here, but you couldn’t hear me. I’m so sorry I let you down.” Nell started crying again as she talked.

“No, no babe listen. This means we get to be together here forever.”

“But I didn’t want you to die.”

“Nell, any life without you in it is not worth living. As long as I am with you, I am happy. I’m happy now because I finally get to be with you again.” You sat up and gave Nell a small kiss.

After a while, Nell finally stopped crying and just rested her head on your shoulder. It almost felt like old times -- almost. Nell seemed content to stay in your lap forever, and you certainly were not about to complain. You were finally back where you belonged -- with Nell.

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