#luke crain x female reader

[with-every-piece-of-me]

The hand that I can hold

Pairing: Luke Crain x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Nell's death you find him before the others do, Steven told you the news so you had to break it to Luke and he took it like a hammer to the eye.

Warnings: Mentions of drug use, swearing, angst, mentions of death/suicide.

Words: 1.5k

Y/n POV.

My world felt like it was shattered, yet I didn't cry for a good minute. I was too shocked – too sad to move, let alone cry. Everything had just stopped, but then it all came crashing when Steven's words had really hit me. Nell was dead. My best friend, gone.

It felt like my heart was collapsing in on itself, but at the same time tearing itself apart. I felt like someone had kicked me directly in the chest, as if any oxygen in my lungs was ripped out.

That's when Steve had told me how she had died, she had hung herself. It only got worse and worse the more I thought about it. Then I realized, Luke doesn't know. I mean how could he, he had broken out of rehab the morning after she passed, Shirley had told me. There's no way he could know. I try to pull myself together as much as I can to even attempt to say anything.

"Stevie… Does Luke know?"

I question with a shaky voice, only met with silence from Steven as if he had forgotten to consider the fact that Luke would be more affected than most of us. I hear a heavy hearted sigh from the phone.

"Fuck… No. No, he doesn't. I don't even know where he is or how to reach him."

Steve explains, I nod, tears swelling in my eyes. I know where he'd be, well I can take a pretty damn good guess. Luke's rehab was closest to my place so I decide I need to be the one to find him since I know Steve isn't living as close anymore.

"I'll go get him. You're probably too far to find him in time, if he has.. y'know.. I could probably find him before it get's too bad."

I hear Steven sigh again, he knows it would be better for me to find him. I start looking for my purse and my car keys, staying on the call with Steve as I don't want to feel alone right now and I can tell he doesn't either.

"That means you'll have to be the one to tell him…"

Steve explains, I let out a shaky and nervous sigh, processing that he's right, I can't just tiptoe around the fact that his twin sister had just hung herself in the same house his mother had also died at her own hands in.

"If he hasn't relapsed, which I seriously doubt, this might push him to it. So just.. don't let him out of your sight and stay safe."

Steve stammers to the end of his sentence, realizing what he had done by giving Luke money, possibly helping him indulge in his vices on purpose.

"I'll be as safe as I can be and yeah, I'll watch him for a while, he can stay at my place so don't worry."

I attempt to reassure Steve but I'm also extremely worried and it shows in my tone so I doubt it helped much. As much as I don't want to, I hang up and get into my car.

After maybe twenty minutes of searching I find Luke. He's pacing up and down the sidewalk, mumbling as he's counting on his fingers repetitively, he's scared. He looks worse for wear, he's battered and bruised, he's clearly not okay.

"Luke..?"

I call out, catching his attention, his focus snaps towards me. I quickly get out of my car and walk up to him, he continues to mumble under his breath.

"I couldn't save her. I… I couldn't save her. I'm so sorry.."

He sobs as I pull him into a hug, his voice quiet but raspy. He hugs be back tightly, after a few seconds I let him go and he stares at me, waiting for me to speak, waiting for some kind of lecture because he broke out of rehab but I wasn't angry right now.

"You're clean right now, right?"

I ask in caution as his eyes widen slightly, realizing how he must look right now. He thinks about what he should say right now, looking for the easiest way to explain or to make me worry less.

"N.. no, I'm ninety days clean.. I swear… I.. I swear. Ninety days free, remember?"

He stuttered to the end of his sentence with a sense of urgency in a hope that I wasn't already disappointed. He's actually clean, which you wouldn't be able to tell based on how he looks right now but even though he's more himself there's still something wrong, he's shivering and incredibly uneasy.

"Luke, are you okay?"

I question out of pure concern, knowing that it's a loaded question when it comes to him. I place my hand on his shoulder and he stares down at the ground, trying to organize his thoughts. You don't just break out of rehab for no reason only to end up pacing in the streets with no shoes and looking like you were hit a bus or two. He says nothing, he reaches up and rubs the back of his neck, he must've got pretty hurt last night.

"I-I'm freezing cold, my body feels so stiff and my neck hurts like a bitch… It feels like really awful withdrawals but so much worse and I'm clean. I swear I didn't do anything last night… I swear."

Luke stammered as he leaned in a bit closer so I could hear him fully, I need to tell him about Nellie. I suck in a cold yet heavy breath, mentally preparing myself for what's about to happen. I don't know if I can do it without breaking down myself.

"Luke… It's Nellie, she's… She's. Uh.."

I struggle out the words but I can't get myself to say it, there's something inside of me deeply wanting it to not be real, for this just to be some vivid nightmare that I'll wake from, and Nell will be back at her house, sleeping peacefully and perfectly fine when I wake up – but it isn't a dream, I can't just wake up and everything will be okay, I can't just wake up from what feels like an endless nightmare because I'm not asleep, no matter now much I desperately want this all to be a dream… It's real and I can't just ignore it. Luke needs to know.

"She's… Dead. Nell died last night."

I cry as Luke freezes up, tears roll down his cheeks, he looks like he's completely crumbling.

"What…?"

He chokes up, unable to say anything else. Doing this felt worse than I thought it would, it didn't tug at my heartstrings, it ripped them out stomped on them. He stares at me as if I'm about to tell him it's just some sick joke, I wish I could, for his sake, but I just can't.

"Can you just please get in the car, I think you should stay with me until the funeral. We can talk about it more when we get to my place."

I stare down at the floor, unable to to look him in the eyes. He nods slowly as I open the car door for him. He gets into the car, still counting on his fingers but this time more agitated, more frightened.

We get back to my place after a while of sitting in a depressive silence in the car, neither of us felt like there was much we could say through minds clouded with tragedy.

He walks into the guest room and just sits on the edge of the bed unmoving. He sits, slouched forward with his head in his hands as he sobs quietly.

I walk up to the door and knock a few times. The knocks echo through the mostly silent house, aside from the faint sound of Luke in mourning.

"…come in."

Luke responds as I open the door and walk up the bed. I sit next to him, placing my hand on his shoulder. He stares back at me, while I try to find any words in the mess that is currently my mind to try and help him, to comfort him.

"I'm not gonna lie to you and say everything is okay, because it's really not… But… I'm here for you. I don't know how to make the pain all just go away but what I do know how to do is listen and offer any comfort I can give. We don't need to talk about it right now but when you're ready I'll be here."

I sympathize, my voice brittle and low as Luke gazes at me as he, tears still flowing down his face. A quiet thank you is all Luke's able to say in the moment, his voice remains hoarse.

"Do you mind if I sit here for a while?.. I don't really want to be alone right now."

I request, as Luke sits up and rests his head on my shoulder, his hand resting on my knee.

"Me neither."

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[sunnybunnyy2]

WHAT FANFIC SHOULD I FINISH AND UPLOAD?

TUMBLR

Stranger Things

Is the Stranger Things fandom dead?

I liked the show, didn’t love it but I did write a fanfic one-shot and didn’t publish it yet.

If I were to post it, would anyone actually read it?

It’s about reader getting possessed by Vecna.

It’s only 1569 words in, and it’s from July 1st, 2022 but I’m willing to finish it if you guys will read it

Cabin In The Woods

It’s a Holden fanfic that I started December 28th, 2021 and it’s only 575 words in, but I am of course willing to finish it.

I cant really remember what exactly happens in the movie so I will have to rewatch it but I remember looking for a fanfic after I read it and their being none so I decided to do it myself.

OUTERBANKS

It’s called Tears and it was started on December 28th, 2021.

I was only 773 words into it so I’m not sure where I was going with it but I think it was a comfort fanfic, with JJ as the love interest?

But I have been aiming to do a Sarah Cameron fanfic or another Kiara Carrera one-shot because writing for girls in fluffy stories is so much easy I don’t know why but it is. Maybe it’s because I know how girls think- because I am one, and I am totally clueless when it comes to guys and what they think.

The Walking Dead

So I don’t have any started as of yet but I am in my TWD era (don’t think I ever really left) so I have SO many ideas.

So Rick, I have one where reader is a cop in the hospital and she is one of the cops they take hostage in exchange for Beth. She talks to them a lot and actually helps them get Beth. I’m not sure if I’m gonna kill Beth off, but maybe it can be prevented if reader changed the story.

Daryl, I obviously need to write another chapter for the Dark cell series (I will start tonight) but I want to get a feel of how to write romance for him so I can make a series, here AND on Wattpad. I am kind of obsessed with short hair Daryl so I would like to do a fanfic of early seasons Daryl, maybe in season one at the quarry or maybe one at the farm with a Greene reader. (You guys can request if you want smut or not)

Rosita Espinosa, you can check my Masterlist and see that I have already written a smut for Rosita that takes place after the season 9 timeskip, but I really want to write for either season 5-6 Rosita when she first arrives at Alexandria where the reader is living and they flirt and it may turn into a smut because her outfit at the party is SO underrated or season 11 Ro in her commonwealth guard outfit because omg. Also helping Rosita take care of CoCo sounds so cute, and it would turn into more of a fluff mom-mom fanfic.

Maggie Rhee/Greene, I really want to do a season 2 Maggie and reader who met at the farm (obviously) and reader is a member of the quarry group, reader wants to go look for Sophia but Maggie is out there and they go look for her together. There is flirting but no smut until part two. Or one that takes place in season 10, and reader is Maggie’s girlfriend who she meets will Hershel a few years after she leaves Hiltop (will be shown) and it’s basically her meting the rest of Maggie’s group (Daryl, Carol, etc) they are skeptically at first because they don’t want to see Maggie hurt but once they see how the reader treats Maggie, Hershel and Lydia they decide that she is a part of their group and now love you because you make Maggie so happy.

The Haunting Of Hill House

Literally my second favourite show and it’s so sad that literally no one writes for it so I decided to bring the fandom back and write for these depressed characters to make them happy, even if it’s only in my fanfic :(

Nell, you are her therapist instead of Arthur and it’s basically her and reader falling in love, and y’all know that night that Arthur…yeah.. that doesn’t happen to reader but she does collapse and has to be hospitalized and even when Nell freaks out and feels guilty you reassure her and it’s a happy ending. Then on a sadder note instead of Nell dying you call her right before she goes into the house, changing her mind about going inside so she comes to your house instead. Then for the last and saddest, at Nell’s funeral you remiss about all the happy days you had will Nell.

Luke, he needs some love and help so reader is his sponsor and has been helping him stay clean, romance sparks between them after Luke has recovered only for them to have a fight where he says hurtful things, reader leaves and Luke relapses.

Theo, a one-shot where Theo touches reader without her gloves and only sees her love for her<3

The Haunting Of Bly Manor

Dani, my little pookie. She deserved so much better. A one-shot where reader is Flora and Miles aunt (mother’s little sister) and she was helping with the kids before Dani came. Usually when someone watches the kids, reader leaves quickly after, not wanting to stay in the house longer than necessary but once Dani shows up she finds reasons to be visiting all the time. Aunt!reader again and Flora has a nightmare and begs Dani to call reader to comfort her. Reader drives to Bly and comforts Flora, not noticing how Dani is looking at her, once Flora is asleep, Dani reveals her feelings for reader. Also I have some more but if I keep going I won’t be able to stop.

Viola, to get revenge on her sister and husband she hooks up with her sisters secret girlfriend who is also hurt by their emotional affair. Story 2, Viola finds out she isn’t the only one trapped in the chest.

Jamie, reader is a decorator and is fixing up some of the rooms in the house, including the old wing, reader starts to face some possessions after angering a sprit in the home, Jamie is there to keep her safe. (This could also work for Dani)

WATTPAD

A Glimpse Of Us [This Is Us] (unpublished)

Im on chapter two of the story and love it so far, Katerina Pearson has my heart.

Puzzled Minds [The Walking Dead] (publishing on Christmas)

It’s a Dixon OC, Daryl and Merles little sister. The love interests are Beth and than after time skip Rosita. On chapter two but should be on season 3-4 by the time I publish it. Adeline is so adorable.

Two Lies One Truth. [Pretty Little Liars] (published)

Not very far but have already started another chapter. Spencer and Jason are the love interests but I’m leaning towards Spencer being endgame because she is the best lair. Winnie is an icon i don’t care.

Heart And Soul [The Walking Dead book one] [published]

OC is Carols daughter and Sophia’s big sister. The love interest is OC, and Kelly after the timeskip.

I just started season 2 and I’m not ready for Sophia’s death, it is going to heartbreaking. Nadia is by far my fav OC. She’s literally so iconic.

Ignore the typos I’m too lazy to edit this.

#the walking dead x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x platonic!reader #the walking dead #the haunting of hill house #the haunting of hill house x reader #Nell Crain x reader #Dani Clayton x reader #maggie rhee x fem!reader #rosita espinosa x fem!reader #rick grimes x female reader #Luke Crain x fem!reader #jj maybank x fem!reader #sarah cameron x female reader #Kiara carerra x female reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #Cabin In the woods x reader #cabin in the woods #haunting of bly manor #Haunting of Bly manor x reader

[songtoyou]

Epiphany - Part Three

Paring: Luke Crain x Female Reader

Chapter Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,136

Warnings: Talks of drug use and recovery.

Description: Life has never been easy for Luke Crain. After the death of Nell, Luke realizes that he needs to make some changes. He decided to stay in Massachusetts and attend rehab. He was determined to remain on his path of sobriety. When you get assigned to be Luke’s sponsor, it opens a new door of possibilities that neither you nor Luke expected.  

A/N: We learn a little bit more about the Reader as she heads to Shirley's for dinner.  Awkwardness occurs, but Reader slowly realizes she may have deeper feelings for Luke or possibly develop feelings for him. Which she quickly dismisses. This chapter was very easy to write. It was like the words just flowed out of me and onto the screen. That usually never happens. I think it helps that Luke is such an interesting character to write for, along with the other Crain siblings. 

Note: Italics represent the past or past conversations.

Feedback is wonderful. It is nice knowing if people are actually liking this fic.

I do not permit my work to be posted on any other site without my permission.

~Hill House – 1992~

“Mommy,” spoke Nellie.

“What is it, sweetie?” asked Olivia. She placed her book down to give her youngest child her undivided attention.

Nell got up on her mother’s lap and said, “This house is too loud.”

“Too loud? What do you mean it is too loud? Are you talking about all of the work daddy is doing to fix the house?” Olivia questioned. Nell’s statement took her by surprise.

Shaking her head, Nell explained that it was not the renovations that Hugh was doing that made the house loud. “At night, there are noises. Dogs are barking. You can hear the floorboards squeak like someone is up walking the halls at night. When Luke and I checked to see if anyone was up, there was no one. Everyone was in bed. It isn’t just me who thinks this house is weird. Luke says it has a smell.”

“Sweetie, this is an ancient house. Weird noises and bad smells are bound to occur,” replied Olivia earnestly. “Trust me. There is nothing in this house that can hurt you. Not while your daddy and I are around. We will always protect you and your brothers and sisters. Okay.”

Nell looked up at her mother with her big hazel eyes and said, “You promise?”

“Pinky promise,” Olivia assured and held up her right pinky. With their little fingers intertwined, Olivia rested her head on Nell’s forehead. No one could deny that Olivia loved her children very much. They were her whole world. She would do anything to keep them safe from harm. Little did anyone know how far Olivia would go to keep her children safe.

“Fuck,” Luke let out and sighed. He was currently working on his final essay for his creative writing class. The assignment was to write a 1,000 essay about an event that happened in their life and turn it into a story. Luke was chop full of moments to choose from; however, he was unsure if writing about his mother and sister was appropriate. He talked with his instructor about his reservations on the subject. He did not want to be accused of copying Steve on writing about Hill House. To Luke, that time at Hill House was just as much his story as it was Steve’s, or Theo’s and Shirley’s.

But with the right encouragement and support, Luke felt more comfortable writing about his past. It turned out to be very therapeutic. He was finally able to complete the fourth step of recovery: ‘Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves.’ He sent letters to each of his siblings, expressing his gratitude for their support and apologized for his past behavior of lying, untrustworthiness, and addiction. Shirley and Theo were appreciative of the letters, along with Steve. All three of the older Crain continued to express to Luke that they were proud of him for staying on the straight and narrow path. The Crain siblings knew they all had a clean slate to restore their once broken family.  

Unfortunately, there would be times where Luke worried that everything would come to a crashing halt. That he would wake in the Red Room once again. That all of this could be fake like His sobriety, the strengthened relationships with his siblings, being in school, and most of all, his friendship with you. The Red Room was the stomach of Hill House, as Nell mentioned. It would eventually eat anything and everyone that came into its residence. It was how the world between the dead and the living coexisted.

He brought this fear up the day before you were to come over to Shirley’s house for dinner. The one thing Luke really appreciated about you was that you always validated his feelings. You never doubted his feelings or worries. You never tried to gaslight him or thought he was making stuff up. It was refreshing to have someone believe him right off the bat. Well, besides Nell. She always believed him. You sent Luke some articles about how the brain can differentiate between reality and imagination. It was intriguing for Luke to read about the way the brain processes information. You shared that you had the same issues early on in your sobriety.

“For me, while I am dreaming, the way I can differentiate that it is not reality is that sometimes I have trouble walking in dreams. It is like my legs are refusing to work,” you told Luke. “I looked up what that meant, and it indicates that I am hesitant in proceeding forward in situations or I am trying to distance myself from facing certain life experiences, which didn’t surprise me. We all have obstacles that we don’t always want to face.”

“That is good to know. Lately, I have been dreaming that I can’t dial a phone. Like, I am trying to put in the number but keep making mistakes, or I can’t remember the number. It’s weird. What do you think that means?” asked Luke.

You told him to hold on as you looked up his concern. “It says that ‘the non-working phone or the inability to dial the phone indicates a breakdown of communication. Or the feeling of being distant or not heard when you need help. Is this the first time having these dreams?” you asked Luke.

Letting out a sigh, Luke responded, “Yes, which is weird to have them now. I don’t feel like I am having trouble communicating. Maybe it is my self-consciousness that has some issues it still needs to resolve. Before that, I would dream that my teeth would fall out. I actually dreamt about them falling out last night.”

“I used to have those dreams too. There are different meanings behind teeth falling out in dreams. Sometimes it is associated with loss, important life changes, a feeling of powerlessness, or stress, anxiety, depression, and poor personal health,” you provided to Luke.

Luke chuckled. “I have experienced all of that and more. I guess it is part of the course.”

To say that Luke had some anxiety about tonight's dinner with Shirley, Theo, and you would have been an understatement. The last thing Luke wanted was a repeat of the dinner with Joey, Steve, and Leigh. Granted, his sister-in-law was nice that night; however, his brother, not so much. Of course, that was when he and Steve did not have the best of relationships. This would be different. You definitely were not like Joey and his sisters…well…that is why he put forth some rules.

He was watching Shirley move back and forth in the kitchen as she prepared dinner. She asked Luke about possible meals that you would like so she could make something that you would enjoy. Luke shared that you liked almost everything and that you were not too picky of an eater. Shirley decided on making lasagna as it was Kevin and her kids' favorite dishes of hers. As she was already finishing up the last layer, Luke did not have the heart to inform Shirley that lasagna was not one of your favorite foods.

Soon, Theo walked through the front door of Shirley's house carrying additional groceries. "I got the wine. It's red. Your friend can drink wine?" she asked Luke as she set down the bags on the counter.

Luke mentioned that you do not drink. "Oh well, more for me," teased Theo.

Shirley confirmed with Luke that you would bring dessert. She wanted everything nice for tonight. She knew this was important for Luke, and he wanted everything to go right just as well.

"Now that you both are here, can we go over some ground rules for tonight," said Luke.

"Come on, Luke. It's just dinner with your sponsor," Theo spoke up.

"No, Theo, this isn't just dinner with my sponsor. This is dinner with my friend. Someone who I have come greatly respect and admire. I don't want either of you…to make her feel uncomfortable in any way. No interrogations or psychoanalyzing," Luke ordered.

"Okay, Luke. We promise not to step out of bounds," Shirley assured. "Right, Theo?"

Holding up the girl scout's sign, "I, Theodora Crain, pledge not to embarrass you in any way."

As Shirley and Theo stifled laughs about their little brother's worry, Luke leaned against the counter and contemplated on the next thing to tell them. He decided to the best way was, to be honest with them. Luke interrupted his sisters' conversation to inform them that he told you about Hill House…about everything that occurred.

"You what?" Shirley questioned, unsure of what he actually meant. "What do you mean? What did you share?"

"When you say everything…do you mean everything, everything?" asked Theo with a hint of irritation in her voice.

"She knows what really happened to mom, Nell, and dad," Luke replied and mentioned that it was important for him to tell you the truth. "I don't regret it. If the two of you are upset, then be upset with me. Just don't take it out on her, okay." He wanted Shirley and Theo to understand that you meant well. That you had no ulterior motives. "This isn't like Nell and her shrink. I know, deep down, that you were worried about that being a possibility, Theo."

The light slam of the oven door made Theo and Luke turn their attention to Shirley. "Okay, lasagna is in the oven. It should be done when our guest arrives. Luke, do you mind setting the table. Theo, start making the salad," Shirley ordered. This night was important for Luke, and by golly, she was going to see that it goes accordingly.

“Mom…Dad, I’m heading out. I should be home by 9 o’clock or earlier if tonight goes south,” You shouted while putting on your jacket. Before you could grab your keys and head out the door, your mother popped in suddenly from the kitchen.

“Honey, where are you going?”

You could not stop the annoyed sigh from escaping. “I told you. I’m going over to Luke’s for dinner tonight. I have told you and Dad this many times already. Now, I don’t want to be late…”

“Hold up there, kiddo. You don’t forget this,” Your dad emerged with the cake box.

“Oh shit! Thanks. I can’t believe I almost forgot the dessert.” You grabbed the cake box and made your way back towards the front door.

“Call us when you get there, sweetie,” requested your mother.

“I’ll text you when I get Shirley’s house, okay. Now, I have to get going.”

“Ask Luke if he would like to come over here for dinner,” your mother offered.  “I know your father, and I would love to meet him.”

“Mom now is not the time. I’m out of here. Love you both. Don’t wait up,” You replied and walked out the door to your car. Letting out another sigh, you started the care and proceeded to drive to Luke’s.

You knew that your parents meant well. They loved you very much. While there were times both could be very overbearing, you understood where it came from and could not fault them for it. It was just them being protective of you. At the end of the day, they would always worry about you. The constant worries your mother and father felt towards you could be jarring at times. All you wanted for them was to trust you fully. However, it shamed you the number of times you let them down. Luke shared with you the troubles he had with completing the fourth step. You told him you were not able to tackle it until the first year of your sobriety.

“We have all done shitty things to the people we love. To the people who stood by us while we walked all over them. I’m surprised my parents stood by me for so long. Sometimes I wished they had given up and just let me go to die on the streets,” you revealed honestly to Luke the night after going to the movies. “They didn’t deserve the constant Hell I put them through. I because I couldn’t handle certain…things… feelings…. emotions. The problem was…that I felt weak if I wasn’t taking heroin. Shooting up made me feel invincible. Like, nothing could touch me. I guess you know that feeling all too well, huh, Luke?”

“Yeah. I guess that is why we choose to shoot up in the first place. To not feel like ourselves. In some cases, to not feel at all. I know for me, it was to get some sense of peace,” Luke countered truthfully.

For some reason, it felt like it took longer than usual to arrive at Shirley’s house, which would have normally taken ten minutes. Every traffic light seemed to turn red as soon as you got closer. When you finally reached your destination, a quick text was sent off to your parents to let them know you arrived safely. Gathering your bag and cake box, you exited the car and walked the front doorsteps. You rang the doorbell and waited.

Thankfully, it was Luke who answered the door with a sweet smile on his face.

“Hi,” he said and ushered you to come inside.

“Hey,” you replied, wiping your shoes before stepping in the house.

You handed over the cake box to Luke, who then asked, “What kind of dessert did you bring?”

“Baklava cheesecake. It is a new item at the bakery that we’re selling.”

“Sounds really good. Uh, look, just fair warning,” Luke began to speak in a whisper, “Shirley made lasagna. I hope that is okay. I know it’s…”

“It’s fine, Luke. I can muster up the courage to eat lasagna for one night,” you answered with a light chuckle.

As you hung up your coat and bag, Shirley and Theo entered the foyer. Both said hello, and Theo introduced herself. Luke stood back as he eyed his sisters closely to make sure they both remained on their best behavior.

“It is nice to meet you finally. Luke has been keeping you all to himself, so we are glad you could come over,” Theo mentioned while leading you into the kitchen to get you something to drink. Shirley took the cake box from Luke and followed the two women.

“Oh wow!” exclaimed Shirley when she opened the box. “This looks really good. Did you make this?”

“No. Sophie, the owner of the bakery I work at did. She does most of the actual baking. I help with cake decorations. She’s a longtime family friend, so I work there to help out when she needs it,” you shared as Theo handed you a glass of iced tea.

“How about we go sit in the living room,” Shirley instructed everyone out of the kitchen. “We have about fifteen minutes until dinner is ready.”

You sat next to Luke on the loveseat while Shirley and Theo took the couch. An awkward silence ensued, with no one really knowing what to say. You could feel each of the Crain siblings’ emotions, which ranged from curiosity from Theo, indifference from Shirley, and anxiousness from Luke. You felt a strong urge to reach out to Luke to help calm him, whether it be holding his hand, linking your arm with his, or placing a gentle hand on his knee. It was a weird feeling for you to have since Luke was not only your friend but mentee. Now a sense of guilt took over you.

You were Luke’s sponsor. There is no way you could develop any deeper feelings for the man sitting next to you other than friends. It would be unethical. Luke trusted you. Breaking his trust or misguiding him would lead to a horrible conclusion. It could lead to the ultimate betrayal. When you felt a pair of eyes on you, it made you look up to see Theo staring as she took sips of her drink. You could tell she was assessing you in any way she could. You noticed the gloves on her hands, which reminded you of the story Luke shared about Theo’s ability to feel emotions through touch. You are tempted to say, “fuck it!” and give Theo your hand for her to take to get it out of the way.

“So…,” Shirley spoke up when she said your name, “Luke shared with us that you attend Middlesex Community College as an art major.”

“Yes. Studio art, to be exact. My mom really would rather I do graphic design, though.  So, I might do that when I get this degree program wrapped up,” you revealed.

Awkward silence resumed. “I have some of her artwork,” Luke piped up. “It is amazing. Like, crazy good.”

“Where did you learn how to draw?” Shirley asked.

“It was just something that I always liked doing. It helped calm me when I was…not feeling the best. I guess during my stints at different rehabs throughout the years helped…build up my artistic skills,” you replied.

You noticed Luke began shaking his right leg at the mention of rehab. You reached out to touch his left arm, and he looked over at you. “Have either of you read any of Luke’s stories he has written for school?” you asked Shirley and Theo.

“No!” Theo piped in and added, “Our little brother tends to keep his writings all to himself.”

“Well, from what he has shared with me, he is an excellent writer,” you stated. “Did you tell them about the ‘A’ you got on your last assignment?”

“Uh…no. I hadn’t,” Luke said and immediately got up from the couch. “Hey, shouldn’t dinner be done, Shirley?”

“Oh shoot. That is right. Let me go get the lasagna out of the oven.”

“I’ll get the salad and bread on the table,” asserted Theo and followed Shirley back into the kitchen.

Luke let out the breath he was holding and turned to look at you.

“Are you okay, Luke?” you asked him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“You three seem a tad on edge. Is there any safe topic your family can talk about?” you enquired.

“Not really. I know them. They want to ask you about your addiction story and how you overcame it…all that stuff.”

“You know what…fuck it. Let’s you and I control the conversation by talking about the things we talk about, like movies, television shows, music, books…all of the stuff we talk about regularly. If your sisters join in, then that is great—the more, the merrier. But let’s not waste a whole evening because we’re worried about what your sisters think of me…or you,” you encouraged Luke.

Letting out another breath, Luke agreed. “Okay, that sounds good. You take the lead, and I’ll follow.”

“Will do,” you smiled and pushed Luke towards the dining room.

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[theblvckvenus]

Wanting You

Summary: Peter Quint and you have a somewhat strained relationship so once he gets you alone he decides to stop the car and show you how he really feels.

Pairing: Peter Quint x Reader

Warning: NSFW, sub/dom, p*rn, choking, possession, dubcon, cursing, no protection, smoking

*18+ ONLY*

(A/N this is kinda effed but so is Peter so continue with caution pls)

You had been at Bly Manor for two months now, settled comfortably into the routine of the place. All the co-workers were friendly. More than friendly they made you feel like you truly belonged there, a feeling you hadn’t had in a while. The children were wonderful too but Flora could read faster than there were books in the manor’s library to support. You’d asked Peter to drive you into town to get some materials for her and he’d willingly obliged. It was the first time you had been alone since that night a week ago when you slept together. The trip had been uneventful but full of silences. Now you were speeding back towards Bly manor in time for afternoon lessons.

Glancing to the front seat your eyes met Peter’s in the mirror for a second before yours quickly darted away. He was cordial to you but there was something about him that put your hackles up. He was always watching you with that’s same hungry look, like he was waiting for you to give him something. Shivering at the thought you turned your attention to the fields outside and the country lane which was completely empty of cars other than your own.

Out of nowhere the car swerved to the side, pulling to a sharp stop on the edge of the road. Your face was a mask of quizzical anger as you looked to the figure in the frontseat, shocked into silence. Peter barely registered your reaction before he was out the car slamming the door loudly behind him, making you jump. You sat stunned in your seat not having the words yet. What the fuck was that? You opened the door stepping out to look at him.

“Why did we stop?’ You questioned confusion plain on your face as you stepped forward towards his tall figure.

Peter took a long and deliberate drag on his cigarette before turning his attention towards you. His gaze travelled up along the curves of your hips, waist and chest, before meeting your own hues. Your cheeks were flaming now, not masked well by your brown skin and you crossed your arms over your stomach as you did, as if to shield from his gaze.

‘Why did we stop?’ You repeated in a tone more uncertain now as the dynamic between you intensified. You had no idea what was going on, no way to get out of this field without him. He had all the control and you could tell how much he liked it.

‘You confuse me.’ He let the statement hang in the air as if it was so self-evident that you should easily glean what he meant. When you returned the same puzzled look to him Peter only chuckled before throwing the cigarette to the floor, turning to face you fully now. ‘You’re confusing, y/n. Since that night I’ve thought we were playing a game, cat and mouse. You like me. I want you. But you’re making me wait for it.’ The words caused that same heat to creep up your neck and across your body, everything feeling as though you were under a cloying sun. ‘And then today in the bookshop I saw how you looked at that teller. Well I saw the way he was looking at you.’ He almost spat the words out towards you, accompanied by more steps forward in the same prowling manner of a hungry beast.

As he closed the gap betwixt your bodies you felt suddenly aware of the discrepancy in your heights. His frame loomed almost an entire head above you, blocking the light out making Peter the only subject of your vision.

‘You want a loser like that? He doesn’t deserve to be in the same room as you.’ His voice cut down towards you through the air, sharp as a razor. He wasn’t even looking at you, eyes staring out to the field behind the road as he addressed the air. You could feel rage radiating off him. It shouldn’t excite you, what’s wrong with you.

‘I didn’t even notice him looking and yes Peter I... I want you.’ Those words got to him. Hearing you say it. He looked down eyes fervent with hopeful desire now, so full it almost broke your heart. He just wanted to be needed. To have someone.

‘Of course I want you.’ You repeated your voice stronger now. ‘I want you I just don’t want the others to-‘ The end of the sentence was lost to the ether as his lips found yours now, head bowing down to press a strong kiss upon you. His lips tasted like honey, addictive and sweet, searing against yours. You leant up to meet him in the embrace and his arms wrapped around your back to pull you in closer. One hand spanned the entirety of your lower back, lifting you further up to meet him. Locked against his chest you pulled back breathless from the kiss, a sudden ache present in the pit of your stomach.

Peter used his hips to walk you back towards the bonnet of the car, resting your frame against it as his kisses continued their nuzzling exploration of your neck. Your laugh trickled up into the crisp spring air and you captured your own wrists behind his head to hold yourself against him.

“Come on now Peter, someone will come along.” Your worlds were soft, not spoken with enough conviction to satisfy even yourself.

He didn’t even raise his head to furnish your statement with a reply. Peter’s hands slipped down to the material of your sundress moving under the skirt to run lightly up the warm skin of your thighs. The feel of your skin pliant beneath his fingers caused a low groan to rumble through his chest and he pushed you firmly back against the metal frame of the car. You could feel it now, his clothed erection between your thighs. Letting you what was to come.

‘Seriously Peter someone will see.’ You repeated using your purchase on his hair to pull his head back from your neck, forcing his eyes to meet yours and the embrace to halt.

A wicked smile smoothed across his lips and leant in to kiss you a final time. ‘Let them.’ He said quietly, turning you in his arms and pushing lightly on your back so your hands were placed on the hood of the car.

‘Peter.’ You gasped as you were faced now with the view of the open world, sun setting and turning the sky into a stream of watercoloured lines.

‘Let them come and see. You want me.’ He chuckled as if still in disbelief at the words you’d told him earlier. His hands slipped round to squeeze at your hips gently and his lips dropped to your shoulder, nosing the material out the way so he could kiss you lightly. His teeth grazed lightly on both sides of your shoulder and his hand moved round to tug lightly at the material of your panties.

‘We’re going to show everyone you and me. Right baby?’ You moaned a soft affirmative, closing your eyes for a moment letting the ache take over your body. ‘I know what you want baby.’ He muttered, the sweetness back in his voice again, all trace of jealous anger forgotten. You saw his hand dissapear from its position at your side and next felt the material of his jeans moving behind you, dropping down. You bit your lip lightly eyes scanning the landscape to see, knowing how dangerous this was.

Once he was free, Peter had pulled your dress up to your waist growling into your ear. ‘Hold it for me pretty girl.’ He purred against your ear taking your wrists and wrapping your fingers round the material to give him clear access.

As he pushed himself into you, you were once again taken aback by the sheer length of him. The feeling made your hand drop to the hood of the car for support. Your fingers curled nails scratching against the metal of the car as you did. Another time he may have complained at you for that but right now he was lost to the feel of you around him, your walls snug around his shaft as he settled inside you. Peter hadn’t move yet making you feel his entirety for a moment, enjoying how it made your hips squirm. His hand pulled your arms back, his own slipping beneath them both locking them behind your back in an inescapable hold. ‘You like this?’ He asked quietly leaning in to kiss all over your neck, his actions wet and sloppy, no longer having the charade of control in his actions.

You hated to admit but you did. Out here in the air, the danger of it all. You liked exciting things and Peter was one of them. ‘Yes Peter.’ As you spoke the words your head slipped forward in shame, blushing deeply.

‘No no no y/n, don’t be embarrassed.’ It was as if he could hear your thoughts before they came to you. Peter’s free hand snaked round to brush along your neck, trailing the feel of your windpipe beneath his fingers. ‘You’re mine. So fragile and all mine. I’m going to take care of you.’ As he spoke his hips pulled back, causing you to gasp as he moved within you. He started off with slow and gentle movements, still pressing gentle kisses to the nape of your neck.

‘Tell me you want me again.’ Peter murmured into your ear and through the intermiitent moans and cries you whispered it out to him. Each movement had you feeling the veins on his shaft, the tip spearing against your walls as he pumped into you.

‘You’re so fucking tight, y/n. How is that still possible?’ You opened your mouth to answer but his pressure on your neck was stronger now, fingers squeezing lightly on your windpipe and choking the words back. ‘Don’t worry babygirl I’ll let you breathe. When I want you too.’ You could feel the smirk in his words as he spoke them, knowing how much he was enjoying this. His hand was gone replaced instead with the underside of his elbow, using his whole arm to keep your head back. The lack of control sent you spiralling, enjoying how tightly he held you. You pushed your hips backwards down against his trying to take some of the control, needing more from him.

‘Fuck. No.’ So that wasn’t happening. Peter slammed you forward quickly letting your arms go now so he could jam his hand in between the car and your hips to stop you harming yourself on impact. His motions were much faster now hips slamming up into yours pushing you down against the car. It felt as though he was growing even larger within you with each motion. You felt a hot hand slip under your thigh and Peter lifted it to place your knee on the car, exposing your lower half to the cool air of the afternoon. You shivered against him the feeling vibrating down to your entrance causing him to growl quietly.

Peter was giving you everything he had now, pounded himself into you over and over pushing your head down against the smooth metal of the cars hood. Your cheek was turned against it so you could see him in the windscreen, watching his expression as he fucked himself deeper into you. As you caught his eyes, his gaze was already locked on you. That same smile the one that completely disarmed you across the kitchen table a week ago, was reflected back to you and you mewled out a loud cry against the metal knowing you were almost spent. ‘You want my permission little one?’ He asked down at you never once breaking the rhythm.

You mumbled a yes amongst other pleasured cries legs still balanced aside the car. ‘Good girl, you know your orgasm belongs to me. You’ve got it babygirl.’ Only a few moments after he spoke you felt your stomach tensing beneath you, and your legs shook against his as you collapsed harder against the metal.

‘uh uh’ he warned you quietly, Peter’s fingers wrapping round your hair and pulled you back up against him not letting you recover. ‘Not till Daddy’s finished with you.’ You gasped the final shudders of your orgasm causing your walls to clench against him, body only held up by the strands of your hair. Your moans were soft whimpers now, lost in the air as your gaze fixed instead on the sky.

Soon after you felt him emptying into you, grunting gutturally as he did. He kept pushing into you as if trying to bury his seed within you, some of it slipping down the back of your thighs. Peter pulled out only for a moment, hand moving down to hold his shaft using the tip to guide the last of his seed into your entrance kissing your neck gently as he held your stomach.

‘I’m going to keep you forever, y/n.’ He muttered into your hair keeping you facing out to the landscape nestled in his arms. You didn’t have the strength to reply, leaning back into the curve of his chest, his head sat atop yours. One last searing kiss to your neck and then Peter was pulling up his trousers and belt. That same large hand stayed at your waist as he opened the rear door for you, politely helping you into it before shutting the door. You pulled your legs up beneath you, still feeling the last of his juice escaping down your legs, but the feeling was quickly soothed by the quiet hum of the engine.

Peter was driving you back towards the manor as if nothing had happened. You lifted your head to the front mirror again, and found his gaze once again on you. This time you refused to look away, holding his gaze as long as you could. He smirked, liking the indignation in your eyes as the wheel spun, turning back into the driveway of Bly Manor.

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Field Of Red Rose’s || Luke Crain ||

A/n: Man, Luke deserves all the happiness. Which is why I’ll never write a angst fic for this boy.

When Luke died in that Red Room he remembered his mother telling him of her dream house, a house surrounded by a field of red rose’s and a place where she could curl up by the fire. That is what he wanted to find for you, he wanted the perfect home. 

Gripping the steering wheel tightly in his hands he gave a look over at you, your eyes your staring out the window. Hand on your stomach, you were already showing. Something he was grateful for, Luke never understood why you stayed by his side throughout all those years. You were by his side when he went to the first rehab center, you your by his side when he relapsed and went back to using and he wouldn’t have blamed him for you leaving him. You stayed by his side when he went to his second rehab center, you believed in him when know once else did and when he woke up in the hospital there you were. Hovering over him with tears in your eyes, clutching his hand in yours begging for him to wake up.

So after all that he knew that you deserved the world, biting his lip he turned away from you though you managed to catch a glimpse of the man staring. “Something wrong Luke?”

“I......I’m.” Though out of the corner of his eye at for sale sign caught his eye. The house was perfect, it looked like the exact place that his mother described. “Fine.” Giving you a smile he pulled into the drive way of the little fenced in home.

Slipping out of the car you gave Luke a smile as he placed his arm around your waist. “This place is cute, the fenced in yard will be perfect for the baby and oh! are those roses? I love roses.” Smiling you gave his hand a squeeze looking up at Luke though he was too busy talking to Steve on the phone. 

It was hard not to see this place as the perfect home, a large tree near the center of the hard. Perfect for little picnics, a large white fence surrounding the home with a field of roses, it was beautiful or a dream come true. You did not believe that this house was for sale.

Smiling as you looked around you watched Steve pull in next to yours and Luke’s car as it did not take long for the eldest Crain sibling to arrive to the home, the two siblings chatting away to the retailer. 

Spotting a figure near a large tree you thought you must be going crazy when you saw three smiling faces. “Nell?” You were shocked to see your best friend but you recognized that kind smile. 

“Take care of Luke for me and if it’s a girl...you have to name her after me. Like we promised.”

Laughing softly, you brushed a tear away though Olivia stepped forward. “I hope you two enjoy the house?” The woman gave you a wink as Hugh let out a snort. 

“It was pretty easy convincing the people that the place is haunted.” 

Shaking your head you took a deep breath looking at the three Crains. “Thank you, for everything.”  

With one last smile, they were gone but you had a feeling they would be watching over you and your ever growing family. Sniffling you suddenly felt a pair of arms weave around your waist, a chin resting on your shoulder it didn’t take a genius to figure out who it was though you had to blink a few times spotting a pair of key’s dangling in front of your face. 

“Our home!” You could hear the happiness in his voice though he then turned his attention to where you were looking. “What are you looking at.”

Smiling you lent back into his arms. “Oh? I was thinking how perfect a swing would look hanging from the tree.”

“I love it, so now how about we take a tour of the home?” Waving goodbye to Steve, Luke then placed his hand on your lower back guiding you into the home.

“Soo why did they want to sell this place?”

Snorting Luke pushed the door open. “ Ghost apparently....nothing we can’t handle.”

Smiling you nodded your head as you peered around the room, knowing the truth. “you couldn’t be more right.”

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[claraswritings]

Stay.

Pairing: Luke Crain x Reader

Warnings: Small mention of past drug use and mentions of character death.

A/N: If you’d like to request or send a prompt, or just talk to me, my fandoms are in my bio.💖

Requested by: anonymous

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Luke sighed in frustration, cursing himself for leaving the recovery centre. He’d thought maybe, just maybe, he could find his friend Joey, bring her back and everything would be okay but she outright scammed him, taking his money, Steve’s money, to go shoot up with, leaving him without a place to go.

The recovery centre had pretty much given him the “sorry we’re full” speech. His place had gone quite literally moments after he left and despite his insistence that he hadn’t done anything, they weren’t budging. Not unless someone else lapsed and took off leaving space for him.

Then that group of men had taken what little else he had.

He thought about going back to Steve’s apartment and talking to him. If Steve could see he was still clean and hear him out, he might just take him in for the night, then in the morning, he’d go back to the recovery centre and put things right. He’d take any test they asked him to.

Then again Steve saw him leaving with his tablet and camera in hand. Luke would admit himself that it didn’t exactly paint him in the best light.

He wondered what exactly they’d say to Shirley who was paying for his recovery.

“Hey your brother took off. Says he’s still clean though, you want to come down and pay for more months here so he can have his bed back?”

He knew he’d skipped out before but this was different. He hadn’t used. Didn’t want to. He just wanted to be warm.

Luke groaned once more and counted slowly to seven, once twice, three times, hoping for some form of inspration to hit, some idea to form. Luke could feel the man in the hat before he could see him, standing there almost watching him.

Luke squeezed his eyes shut “it’s not real, he’s not real” he counted to seven again. Then again.

He looked around the street, almost as if he was suddenly aware of his surroundings. It wasn’t the best idea for him to be out here.

“Hey, Are you alright,” a female voice sounded from behind the bench he sat on and for a moment he thought it was someone from the centre.

When he turned around, he saw a pretty woman, a few years younger than him, dressed nicely in a warm coat, a hat and scarf. A coffee takeaway cup clutched in one gloved hand and a handbag over one shoulder.

**

You’d seen the man sitting on the bench, looking way too underdressed for the October weather. He was tall and had a fresh cut across his face and what looked like a black eye forming.

“I...I don’t know,” he answered honestly.

You hovered beside him, not knowing if he expected you to sit down or not. He looked up at you, his eyes looked deep and pained. You sat beside him. “What happened to you?”

Luke exhaled long and slowly and rubbed his neck. The pain was really setting in now. It hurt to turn his head, so he shifted himself around to face you.

“My friend took my money. She took it and fucked off. I’ve been a complete idiot,” he tried to keep his voice from wobbling. “Then these guys...they took...literally everything else,”

“Have you...been mugged?” You filled in the blanks. “Your friend mugged you?“

Luke bit his lip. “Something like that,”

Your eyebrows raised. “Shit. Do you need me to call someone? Your family? The police? What’s your name?”

He shook his head and wrapped his arms around himself, suddenly aware of how cold he was. “No, no, I’m not...,” He trailed off “Moms dead, I’m not that close to my dad, my brother and sisters...well, I’ve probably caused them enough stress,” his sentence stopped. “I’m Luke”

“Y/N” you introduced.

“Here,” you handed your cup to him and pulled loose your scarf. “I think you need these more than I do, I promise I’ve not had any of the coffee yet,” you made an attempt to smile.

Luke stared at you for a moment and then took the coffee, realising he hadn’t eaten since he took off this morning. He downed it quicker than he expected, hoping it would warm him up and stave off the hunger. He wrapped the scarf around his shoulders. It was warm, cosy and smelt faintly of perfume. The icy cold creeping down his arms and legs didn’t seem to be going. He rubbed his hands together in a fruitless attempt to warm them.

“Why are you helping me?” Luke questioned you, wondering why a completely stranger would be so kind.

You shrugged. “You look like you could use a friend,” He met your gaze “So why are you walking the streets this time of night?”

“The...accommodation...where I was supposed to stay...I can’t go there, they’re full up, and I can’t find anywhere,” Luke spoke, carefully. He really didn’t want to scare off the one person who might help him. “I can’t find anywhere else to go,”

You stuck your hand in your pockets. This guy had clearly had a shitty run of luck. A part of you wanted to ask what he meant, but thought better than to pry.

“I’ll get you some food, also I’m parked just down the road, I think I might have one of my exes sweaters in the trunk, you’ll catch a cold like that,” you gestured at his short sleeved t shirt.

Luke sighed gratefully “You don’t know how much it would be helping, as soon as I can, I’ll pay you back,” he didn’t quite know how he would.

**

You reached your car and found the box of your ex boyfriend Chris’ things. Chris would probably be super pissed at you giving away his things but like you cared. He’d been kind of a douche.

“Here.” You handed Luke a sweatshirt, a pair of shoes and a coat, which he pulled on quickly.

“I’ll get you some food, there’s an all night bistro down here, hey it’ll be okay”

You reached out to offer him a reassuring hand in an attempt to comfort him and pulled back a second later. “You’re...you’re freezing, Luke... Are you sure you don’t want me to go to a hospital, you might be getting pneumonia? I’ll drive you?” You offered keys in hand

“I’m so cold. I feel sore and stiff, my arms legs my neck,” Luke, now dressed in warmer clothes, wrapped the scarf of yours he still held around him again

“I think I just...i just need some food and somewhere to sit down,” he attempted to convince himself. In reality he had no idea what was wrong, he felt...really off...like a come down without even using.

Luke didn’t want to say that to you. He feared that if he mentioned he was an addict, even one who was 90 days clean, you would leave. and he’d be left out here to relapse or to die or to spend the night walking the streets haunted by the tall man.

“Okay,” you weren’t entirely convinced “I’ll get you something. There’s an all night bistro down the street,”

**

You found the place you were talking about quickly and ordered some food for Luke, and two hot drinks. It was warm inside, which you hoped would stave off whatever cold he was feeling.

You sat opposite him.

You felt like asking a fair few questions but the way he was scrunched up the warm clothes and the look on his face gave you the impression it probably wasn’t the best time.

**

It could have been a minute or an hour passed before you heard the door chime and felt the rush of cool air as someone else entered the bistro.

A dark haired man entered and as soon as Luke saw him, he stood up slowly and approached him. The other man pulled Luke into a hug and after a few moments of a hushed conversation Luke came back over to you.

“That’s...that’s my brother Steve, he’s taking me to my sister Shirley’s place...it’s” he ran a hand through his hair “oh god, my twin sister Nellie...she’s,” he couldn’t quite form the word dead “She’s gone”

“Oh,” you reached for his hand and squeezed “Luke, I’m so sorry, if there’s anything I can do for you, anything at all,” You felt heartbroken for him. To lose any family at all is painful, to lose a twin...

He looked down at you then over at his brother before he spoke, his voice quiet. “I...just..,”

You pulled him into a soft hug and when you separated you pressed your the scrap of paper into his hand. “If you need someone, anything, call me, anytime,”

Luke nodded. “Thank you,”

You watched him retreat and climb into the car waiting outside with his brother. You waited until the car was out of sight before returning to your own and setting off home.

**

A few days later

**

“Your friend, Y/N was it? She visited you whilst you were sleeping,”

“Wait what,” Luke moved to sit up in the hospital bed. He felt a hell of a lot better than he did when we was admitted after his poisoning but he’d been told he would need a few days to recover and that they’d keep him in for monitoring.

“I called her, i told you were here,” Steve spoke from where he sat in the corner of the hospital room. “She said she’d come over as soon as she could,”

Steve paused taking in his brothers confused look.

“She said to call if you needed anything and...You could use a friend, Luke. Plus she’s nice, she’s spent sometime with us whilst your were still out. Theo liked her almost instantly and you know what she’s like.”

“Yeah I know.” Luke felt the lump at the back of his throat “You didn’t tell her anything did you? She’ll think I’m crazy”

Steve pulled a face “I told her you were here, when she asked me what happened, I just said it’d be better if she heard it from you,”

“I just...i don’t want her to leave, I don’t want to be alone,”

“You’re not alone. You have us, and...” Steve shook his head “Honestly, she really doesn’t seem like the type to run,”

**

You made your way along the hospital corridor.

As soon as you’d gotten the phone call from Luke’s oldest sibling, you’d made your way to the hospital. He’d mentioned something about poison and told you that his sisters had got Luke to the hospital in enough time. He was lucky to be alive...but alive nonetheless. When you’d tried to ask Steve for more information, he’d swayed for a moment before telling you it would be better you heard it from Luke.

As you reached the door you could hear two voices. You knocked twice then made your entrance.

**

“Hi,” your voice sounded from the door.

“Hi,” Luke’s head turned to where you stood.

“You look...” you started

“Like hell. I bet,”

“I was going to say you looked better now than you did when I came to see you yesterday,”

Steve looked between the two of you. “I’m going to head downstairs, I’ll let you two...” he gestured. “I’ll let you two talk,” he paused “I’ll come see you before I go Luke,” he gave his brother the faintest of smiles.

**

You approached the bed and sat down just beside him

“How are you feeling?”

“All things considered? I’m feeling better,” he offered back and smiled feebly.

There was a moments silence.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” you comforted “I mean I have a lot of questions,” you attempted to lighten the mood “but you don’t have to answer them,”

“I want to, I feel like I should,” he took your hand. “It’s a long story though,”

“I’ve got time,”

And with a deep breath, he told you everything he could, from the day his family moved to Hill House to the day you found him. Occasionally you’d interject with a question.

“I know it’s a lot to take in for anyone,” he smiled weakly. “I’d understand if you want to leave,”

You leant in and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere,” you joined his hand with yours . “I’ll stay...for as long as you want me to,”

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[songtoyou]

Epiphany - Part Four

Paring: Luke Crain x Female Reader

Chapter Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,080

Warnings: Talks of drug use and recovery. Swearing and self-doubt.

Description: Life has never been easy for Luke Crain. After the death of Nell, Luke realizes that he needs to make some changes. He decided to stay in Massachusetts and attend rehab. He was determined to remain on his path of sobriety. When you get assigned to be Luke’s sponsor, it opens a new door of possibilities that neither you nor Luke expected.  

A/N: I am sorry that it has taken me so long to write and upload this chapter. I have not been feeling so good since I posted that last chapter. Lots of anxiety keeping me from doing things such as write. Anyway, here is the new chapter. I wanted to write about Aunt Janet. I felt that the show didn’t really tell us much about her except that she took care of the kids after the events of Hill House in 1992. 

Note: Italics represent the past or past conversations.

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~Aunt Janet’s House – 2002 ~

“Luke! Hurry up, or you’re going to be late for school!” Aunt Janet yelled up the stairs.

“Luke! Come on!” exclaimed Nellie. “I’ll go check on him.”

“Thanks, sweetie,” said Janet. Her youngest nephew often worried her, especially since it was the tenth anniversary of Olivia’s death this past summer. Janet started to notice that Luke became more recluse and stayed up in his room. The only person Luke would interact with was Nell, which was not surprising to Janet. The twins only managed to become closer as they got older.

What really began to cause Janet to worry was catching Luke steal money from her purse. She asked him what he was doing and why he was stealing. However, Luke could come up with a pretty decent lie about needing money to buy flowers for Olivia’s grave.

In truth, it was to buy beer. Luke had taken a liking to the barley and hops beverage. It helped him feel numb and not worry about anything. Unfortunately, Luke had one too many beers last night and was paying for it. Nellie found him headfirst in the toilet regurgitating the contents of his late-night beer binge.

“Eww, gross. What is wrong with you?” asked Nellie. She pinched her nose as the stench of Luke’s puke was overwhelming.

“What does it look like! I’m sick! Tell Aunt Janet that I can’t go to school.”

“Luke, come on. You have missed too many days already. They’re going to hold you back another year if you miss any more school,” Nellie argued while searching through Luke’s drawers and closet for clothes.

Luke managed to get up from the bathroom floor when he felt it was safe. He rinsed out his mouth to relieve it from the after taste of throw-up.

“Come on! Get cleaned up and put these on,” ordered Nell and shoved Luke’s clothes in his arms.

Luke groaned and plopped down on his bed. “Nellie…I can’t go to school today. I’m too sick.”

“Well, your sickness is also making me sick, but I managed to get up and ready for school today. Now move it! I’ll keep bugging you if you don’t move. I’m not going to let you fall to the waste side. Do you hear me, Luke?”

“Fine! I’m getting dressed!” Luke yelled to get Nellie off of his back.

No matter what occurred between them, neither twin could ever hate the other. They were each other’s best friends and closest confidante. They had to be. Especially now that they were the last two left in Aunt Janet’s care. As soon as their eldest siblings turned eighteen, they hightailed it out of Janet’s house for college.

Luke slowly trudges down the stairs with his backpack slumped on his shoulders.

“Hey, there he is,” greeted Aunt Janet. “Would you like some breakfast, sweetie?”

“No! No breakfast,” Luke replied with his head on the table.

However, Nellie pushed a plate of dry toast in front of him and told him to at least nibble some bites. “Here’s some orange juice. Take slow sips. The last thing we need is you spewing junks in the toilet again,” whispered Nellie while Aunt Janet was in the kitchen. She would not out that her brother was hungover. That last thing Nell wanted was to cause any more trouble for Luke.

She knew why Luke did not want to go to school, and it had to do with, what else, their family. Some of the kids at school saw Luke as an easy target to bully and terrorize. The topic of their “messed-up” family was their go-to whenever they wanted to antagonize Luke. Nell often found herself a target for bullies but could stand up for herself a lot better than Luke.

With the anniversary of Olivia’s death, the bullies made it their mission to torment Luke about growing up without a mother or father. They would push him against the lockers, knocking his glasses off his face, and trip him in the hallways. It was too much to handle, and Luke was tired.

Leaning back in his chair, Luke re-read the words on the computer screen. His instructor loved the essay he turned in and advised him to expand upon it. Luke pushed aside his reservations about exploring his past traumas through writing. It was a better outlet for Luke to help cope and tackle past stressful life experiences.  Not only did Luke have support from his instructor and you, but his counselor at Banyan Treatment Center, Rob, also supported the idea of using expressive writing as a way to heal.

Luke could not deny that writing helped clear his head. Something he learned while being in rehab back in Los Angeles. It allowed him to face things from his past that he had pushed aside. However, Luke had some reservations about how much he should…open himself up when it comes to sorting out his past events. There were still things that Luke was not quite ready to face.  

Oh my God!" exclaimed Luke. "It has been a month and a half since we have seen that movie. It would be best if you got over the ending. It happened. There is nothing you can do about it."

"I can't, Luke. It was total bullshit!" you yelled back furiously.

Luke calmly said your name to get your attention. "Listen to me; we don't even know if Steve Rogers actually stayed back in time to be with Peggy. He may have…"

"Then where did he go? Huh? He just up and left his friends who he just got back. Steve and Peggy never even dated! They kissed, that is it. Yes, there was an attraction that each had for one another, but that was all it ever way…an attraction. They are a 'what could have been' type of couple—the movie completely throughout all of Steve's character development…right out the window. Whatever, I'm over it," you stated, throwing your hands up in defeat.

You and Luke were driving to his Aunt Janet's house for a visit. He mentioned to you about wanting to visit his aunt for some time but had not gotten around to it. You were surprised that he asked you to come along.

Luke mentioned that Shirley and Theo were too busy to come with him and did not want to go alone. You agreed on the condition that he drive since Aunt Janet lived an hour and a half away from Wilmington. Lately, your anxiety has been going up and down, so you were not comfortable being at the hands of the wheel, especially on the freeway. You did not understand why you had such anxiety these past few days. You chalked it up to being nervous about your final project at school. The assignment was to create a self-portrait. It should be simple enough, but of course, the art instructor wanted students to "think outside of the box" and not have it be a regular standard portrait of themselves.

Each draft you came up with was of you in some state of turmoil, whether it be you depicted on a gurney getting resuscitated from your heroin overdose or lying in a pool of your own vomit. You could not understand why this particular project was giving you such a hard time. You were three-years sober. You had a steady job and gone back to school. Your relationship with your parents was better than ever. So, why the thought of a self-portrait brought upon negative thoughts about oneself?

You mentioned your troubles to Luke, and he was very sympathetic. While he was now 206 days sober, there were times where he felt…like the achievement did not mean much.

"What do you mean by that?" you asked him while on the way to Aunt Janet's house.

"It's just…this isn't my first rodeo when it comes to recovery," Luke began to say. "There is always this little voice in the back of my head that…"

"That it is only temporary. I have that little voice too. I'm not too fond of that little voice. Three years sober, and there are times where I still feel like a total failure. I shouldn't, but…I can't help it," you revealed to Luke honestly.

"Thankfully, there is another little voice in the back of my head that gives tells me that I'm doing a good job now and then. It's just that positive little voice has been a tad quiet lately," you added.

Luke could pick up on the little defeatist tone in your voice, and he did not like it. You immediately felt his worry about you. "Hey," you said to get his attention and placed a hand on his arm. "Don't worry about me, okay. I'm fine. I have my fears like every recovering addict. It is nice to talk to someone about it, particularly someone who understands, you know. That helps."

Silence soon filled the car, but it was not awkward. You never had awkward or uncomfortable silences with Luke. For some reason, Luke was one of the few comforting presences in your life. Regardless of all of the hardships he has gone through in his life, he offered a sense of hopefulness. With his 6'3 stature, Luke really came off more like a gentle giant. It was like he did not view himself as this grown tall man, but probably still felt like that little kid hiding under the bed from the "Tall Man" at Hill House.

"Luke," you said to get his attention. "Are you happy?"

"No," he replied immediately, then clarified when he saw the look you gave him. "I mean, am I happy that I am over 200 days clean, then yes I am, very much so. But…I don't know, there is a small part of me that is scared to be happy…to be content in fear of something going wrong."

When Luke pulled the car into Aunt Janet's driveway, the older woman immediately came out of the house to greet her youngest nephew.

"There he is, my little boy," she said and wrapped her arms around Luke, which he reciprocated.

"Hi Aunt Janet, how are you?"

"I'm fine, darling. How have you been?" Aunt Janet asked, pulling away to get a good look at Luke. He looked much better than he did at Nell's funeral.

"Good. I'm doing good. Everyone is doing…fine," Luke replied, then turned towards you. He introduced you as his friend and not his sponsor to his Aunt, which kind of surprised you.

"So nice to meet you," said Aunt Janet taking your hand. She motioned for you both to follow her into the house. "I hope you both are hungry. I made an array of sandwiches and salads for lunch. Luke, I also made your favorite…chocolate pecan pie bars."

"Thank the Lord because he was hoping you would make them on the car ride here. It was all he talked about?" you teased.

"Once you have one, then you will know what I am talking about," Luke responded with a smile.

Aunt Janet lead you both into the kitchen.

"Can I use the bathroom to freshen up?" you asked her.

"Oh yes, dear. It is down that hallway, the first door to the right," told Aunt Janet as she showed you where to go. "Luke, you should probably wash your hands first," she added.

"Yes, Aunt Janet," he said and went to the sink to wash his hands.

When you were no longer in earshot, Aunt Janet stood beside her nephew and said, "Your friend seems really sweet."

Luke could not hold back his smile, "Yeah, she is genuinely nice. She's fun to hang out with. We have a lot of the same interests. Shirley and Theo have met her as well," he mentioned and shared that both of his sisters really liked you.

Aunt Janet turned her head to see if you came if you were around the corner. When you were not, she leaned over to Luke and said, "Very pretty too. She'd make a lovely…"

"Aunt Janet, she is just a friend. I can't date her anyway. She's…they say you shouldn't date anyone while still in recovery."

"I'm so proud of you," Aunt Janet said as she placed the food on the kitchen table. "You are becoming the man I always knew you could be."

Luke would be lying to himself if he denied that there was some form of attraction that he had for you, both physically and emotionally. He knew that the feelings that he was slowly developing towards you could be considered wrong. You were his sponsor…a dedicated one at that too. It would not be right for him to act on any attraction he may have for you—no doubt, that you would not reciprocate them, which would be disappointing to Luke.

"Better to just suffer in silence," Luke thought to himself.

"Don't you want a girlfriend? A family of your own someday?" asked Aunt Janet.

"Yeah…maybe. Someday. I'm just learning to take care of myself without drugs in my system. There is no way I can be a dedicated father or husband to anyone… at least not right now. I am still a work in progress," Luke admitted to his aunt. "I do like…" But Luke stopped when he heard your footsteps approaching.

"Oh, my goodness. The pictures on the wall… I'm assuming the little kid with glasses is you, Luke."

The three of you sat around the kitchen table with your plates stacked with delicious food.

"Luke was the absolute cutest kid. He had a little lisp as well," Aunt Janet shared. "I have more pictures of the kids if you would like to see them?"

"Yes," you replied ecstatically.

"No," Luke disputed, "We are in the middle of eating."

"We can multitask. Let's see those pictures," you asserted gleefully while Aunt Janet got up from the table.

With a belly full of food, the three you were now sitting outside on the patio, drinking tea, and eating Aunt Janet's yummy chocolate pecan pie bars. You already looked through three photo albums that showed Luke and his siblings' younger years.

"I wanted to take as many pictures as I could of the kids. They hated it, but I told 'em they would appreciate it when they got older," expressed Aunt Janet. "Here's a picture of Nell on her wedding day. That's her husband, Arthur. Sadly, he passed away a couple of months after they got married. But…they are together now."

You looked at the photo of the young couple. Nell looked very much like her older sisters and her mother. You could tell that there was a kindness about Nell just by looking at the picture. She was the type of person to go above and beyond for her family and even strangers. Luke would say that Nell was just that type of person to care about everyone, no matter who they were or where they came from.

Luke did share with you that one of his biggest regrets was not going to Nell's wedding. He said that he tried, but Shirley told him to leave. Luke said that it was for the best and that he was in no right state of mind to support his twin the way she deserved on her wedding day.

Thankfully for Luke, Nell understood and held no hard feelings. She never did when it came to her other half.

Aunt Janet began to sniffle, and when you looked up from the photo, you saw the older woman dab her eyes with a napkin. Out of instinct, Luke grabbed his Aunt's tiny hand and squeezed it with his as a way to show support. Just as he was Aunt Janet's little boy, Nell was her little girl. She was the one to raise them, take care of them, and guide them into adulthood.

None of the Crain children were perfect; they were far beyond that notion. However, there is no denying that if they did not have Aunt Janet take care of them and love them, they could have been worse off. Luke had the overwhelming feeling of guilt encompassing him at the moment as Aunt Janet tried to hold back her tears.

You instantly looked up at Luke. You could feel his sense of guilt towards the way he treated his aunt while growing up. He looked over at you. It was a silent conversation you both were having between one another. You mouthed, "Do you want me to go?" so he could have this moment alone.

With a shake of his head, 'No,' Luke spoke up to get his aunt's attention. "Aunt Janet…I'm sorry. I'm sorry for…for all the Hell I put you through while living here. You did so much for Nell and me, and the others that I…shit all over it. I stole and lied to you like it was my job. You deserved better. I just want you to know that…me getting hooked on drugs…well…that was…no matter what had happened…it was my choice to go down that path of destruction. I love you, Aunt Janet, and I am so appreciative of the sacrifices you made for my siblings and me. I wish that I weren't such a fuck up…"

"Oh sweetheart, no, you are not a…fuck up," Aunt Janet interjected and continued, "Not at all. I love you so much that…I would do anything for you, you know that, right? Your childhood is in the past. It happened. It is a part of you. The fact that you are continuing to remain clean after all that has occurred…well, that is something you should be most proud of. It shows that you are dedicated to your sobriety and turning your life around. No one said this process was easy, but you stayed the course and continued to make good decisions. As I told you earlier, you are becoming the man I always knew you could be."

"Now, I'm going to cry," Luke giggled as he dabbed his eyes with a napkin. "I didn't mean to turn this into a sob fest, but I wanted you to know that I'm sorry for what I put you through and that I love you very much, Aunt Janet."

Aunt Janet emerged from her seat to wrap her arms around her nephew and kiss the top of his head. It was a sweet moment to witness.

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Epiphany - Part One

Paring: Luke Crain x Female Reader

Chapter Rating: PG-13 

Word Count: 2,204

Warnings: Talks of drug use and recovery, mention death of a family member. 

Description: Life has never been easy for Luke Crain. After the death of Nell, Luke realizes that he needs to make some changes. He decided to stay in Massachusetts and attend rehab. He was determined to remain on his path of sobriety. When you get assigned to be Luke’s sponsor, it opens a new door of possibilities that neither you nor Luke expected.  

A/N: I finally watched the Haunting of Hill House a while back. I found Luke to be very interesting. This is my take on how Luke would go on with life after Nell’s death and how his continued path to remain sober would look like.

I do not permit my work to be posted on any other site without my permission.

Updated: Cleaned up for grammar and punctuation errors.

An epiphany is when a sudden and intuitive perception of insight into reality. It can provide a great moment of revelation and present itself as symbolic insight. Some people experience it while others often search for it.

Life was not easy for Luke Crain or his siblings. After the recent events of Hill House, Luke was scared of a life without his twin sister, Nell. Despite Luke being ninety seconds older, he always felt that Nell was his big sister. She was his protector. The only person to believe in him when others constantly sowed doubt. Unfortunately, Hill House ended up taking Nell in the end, along with his father Hugh. Luke was scared. More scared than he had ever been now that Nell was gone.

However, Luke was determined to get clean. To remain clean. He had to do it, not only for Nell but for himself. Both Steve and Theo pitched in to help pay for a good rehab center for Luke to stay. At first, Luke told them, no, but it was Theo who adamantly expressed her desire to support him.

“Luke, you have made it to 90-days. I can tell you want to remain clean. We all see it. Nell still believes in you and so do we. I want to be supportive of you because you’re my little brother and I love you,” said Theo.

With the support and help of his siblings, Luke decided to stay in Massachusetts for treatment. He took up residence with Shirley in the guest house since Theo decided to move out to live on her own. Despite her worries, Shirley believed in her little brother and his determination to remain clean. One could say it was her way to make amends for the guilt she held by not allowing Luke to attend Nell’s wedding.

It was actually Shirley’s husband Kevin, who recommended Banyan Treatment Center in Wilmington, Massachusetts. “One of my sisters went there for her alcohol addiction. She responded well to the program and has continued to stay sober for two-years. Banyan has a good family counseling program, along with outpatient therapy. Pretty much will have everything you need to continue your path for sobriety,” said Kevin one night after dinner.

It did not take long for Steve and Theo to be on board with Luke deciding on Banyan. Both liked what they read of the place. The treatment center was not uber fancy, like the one Shirley paid for all those years ago but also was a tad upscale compared to the rehab center in Los Angeles Luke recently attended.

The therapists and case managers at Banyan were nice and friendly. Rob, Luke’s primary therapist, helped ease him into a routine. Even though Luke was now over 90 days sober, Rob recommended intensive outpatient therapy every day for an hour session. Luke admitted to Rob, along with his siblings, that he was worried about relapsing due to Nell and Hugh’s deaths. He did not want to fall back into old and dangerous habits.

For 30 days, Luke was committed to his intensive outpatient therapy. Talking over his childhood trauma at Hill House and the recent events helped, not only explain his phobias but also tackle his post-traumatic stress. Hill House had a long-lasting effect that damaged his entire family. So much so, that all he wanted to be was numb. To not have to deal with the images in his mind or how the loss of his mother disturbed him.

When Luke “graduated” from intensive outpatient therapy to regular outpatient therapy, Rob recommended a sponsor for him. The Center’s alumni recovery program allowed for past patients who have succeeded in their program to help mentor those currently in the early stages of detox, treatment, and recovery. Having a strong and influential network of sober peers can make all of the difference between an addict relapsing or staying strong through hard times.

That is how you came into Luke Crain’s life. Rob recommended you to Luke as a sponsor. You had just celebrated your third anniversary of recovery. It was not that you had a bad childhood as the reason you turned to drugs. You were not abused, both of your parents were still alive, nor had you experienced any other forms of childhood trauma. Similar to Luke, heroin was your choice of escapism; the way to ease the feeling of pain and suffering. Not your own, but other peoples’.

That was the downside of being an empath.

Of course, no one believed you about being an empath. Your mother had always referred to you as an overly sensitive child and that stress was not something you handled very well. When having to deal with the ability to sense what people are feeling, whether the emotions are happy, sad, scared, stressed, disturbed, or angry, can be a lot for a person to handle. There came a time when taking on the pain of others became too much. You no longer wanted that burden. You no longer wanted to feel anything.

It did not matter how many rehab facilities your parents sent you to or how many times they pleaded; you did not care. For once, you put yourself first. Heroin helped you stop feeling. Helped you feel numb and content. You were happy. Of course, when the high wore off, as it always does, you were back to reality. You hated reality.

The last hit you had made you end up in the hospital. The doctor explained how you overdosed but were able to resuscitate you in time. That was when you finally realized you needed to change. Needed to get clean once and for all. You knew it would take time and patience. That you would not magically become clean and sober overnight. It was a process. Setbacks were a possibility. However, there was always a little voice in the back of your head that helped pull you through the dark times, to motivate you to keep going.

Now here you were about to meet the new mentee that Rob assigned you to. He only gave a little backstory about Luke, but not many other details. You ended up texting Luke asking him to meet you on Sunday at your favorite coffee shop, the As Good As It Gets Café. He promptly replied that he would see you there around noon.

 When Sunday finally rolled around, you headed to the café and waited. It was a quarter past twelve and Luke still had not shown up. You were starting to get nervous and wondering if he would ever appear. You were on the verge of texting him when the bell on the entry door chimed, indicating that someone was entering the café. You looked up and saw a very tall, scruffy, and attractive looking man standing by the door. The way he was looking around with a lost kind of look helped pinpoint that this was Luke. You got up from your booth and walked over to him.

“Luke?” you politely asked.

“Yes,” he said.

You introduced yourself and held your hand out for him to shake, which he took. You immediately became overwhelmed with the emotions that permeated this man. There was a lot of pain and loss underneath. But there was also a sense of hope and happiness that felt nice.

“Are you okay?” Luke asked wondering why all of a sudden you had a weird look on your face.

“Hmm? I’m sorry. I’m fine. I didn’t mean to…daze off for a second,” you laughed and pointed over to the booth you previously occupied. You walked over with Luke following.

“I’m sorry that I’m late. I was finishing up some homework and didn’t track the time properly,” Luke shared.

“Oh, where do you go to school?”

“Uh…I take a creative writing course at Bunker Hill Community College,” he replied.

“Nice. How are you liking it so far?” you asked him.

Before Luke could respond, one of the waitresses came over asking if Luke wanted anything to drink. Indicating that he just wanted coffee, the two of you were soon left alone.

“I like it. The instructor is really nice. It is the only course I am taking, so it doesn’t take up too much of my time. My older brother, Steve, actually encouraged me to enroll after I shared some of my writing with him. He’s a writer himself. I don’t know if you ever heard of him, Steven Crain? He has written a lot of books, mostly ghost stories. His most famous one is, ‘The Haunting of Hill House’. Have you read that book?”

“I have not. I tend to stay away from horror genres,” you told Luke.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. Luke was adverting his gaze to anywhere but you. It was easy to tell that he was nervous and unsure of himself.

“Luke,” you spoke up to get his attention and said, “You don’t have to be anxious or feel uneasy. Getting here, to this step, is a big freaking deal. I get it, trust me. I absolutely get it. I never thought I’d be here. To be completely frank, I always pictured myself dead somewhere in the streets. I’m sure you pictured the same for yourself. But it didn’t. You’re here today because you wanted more for yourself. That is something to be proud of.”

Letting out a sigh, Luke sat back in the booth and crossed his arms over his chest. Sometimes he did not feel proud. He missed Nell. He missed her all of the time. She always believed in him no matter how many times he broke her heart. Nell always forgave him. She was always there when he needed someone to bail him out of trouble.

“You okay, Luke? If you would rather do this another time, that is okay. We can reschedule,” you offered. You could sense a feeling of grief underneath the surface of the man sitting before you.

“No. No, I’m sorry. I…uh…I was thinking about Nellie. My twin sister. She…she died recently. Well, not recent, two months ago. So, it’s still…very…it’s still a lot to handle.”

“I’m sorry,” you told him earnestly. “What was it like having a twin? I don’t have any siblings, so I always like to hear other people’s sibling stories.”

“Having siblings has its pros and cons,” Luke laughed, but continued, “They can be much at times, but I’m glad to have them. Especially now that Nellie is gone. They have been incredibly supportive, which makes all the difference in the world.”

“I really appreciate you sharing this with me, Luke. I know it can’t be easy. I am a stranger after all. You’re actually my second mentee from the alumni recovery program. My previous one …well her story didn’t have a happy ending,” you shared with Luke.

He could relate. When he left the clinic in Los Angeles to find Joey and bring her back to get her clean again. She was nine-months clean at the time but ended up using while being back on the streets. Luke would be lying to himself if he did not say he was rather disappointed in Joey. To him, Joey was someone who he could look up to while trying to get clean. He should have known something was off with her during what would be their last night at the clinic. Joey reminded him of Nell, so he could not stand by and do nothing. Joey helped him during his first week at the clinic. So, Luke felt that he owed it to her to return the favor.

Unfortunately, Joey did not want his help in the end. To this day, Luke still does not know what really happened to her after she swiped the drugs off him and headed towards that alley. But deep inside, Luke knew she did not make it. That her body would either be discovered or continue to rot in that alley. Theo would tell him that Joey was not his responsibility. That he had to put himself first when it came to recovery.

Luke pushed his coffee cup to the side and leaned on the table. You were so focused on your own coffee cup that you did not notice him staring at you intently. He was taking you in and assessing you. So far, he could admit that he found you attractive. You had a nice built. Your clothing was not too flashy. He could tell that you were the type to choose comfortable clothing over fashionable attire. However, it was your eyes that stood out. There was a softness and warmness to them that he found quite soothing. There were no ulterior motives behind them or any sense of malice. Luke could see that your intentions with him were good and that you really wanted to help him in his recovery by being a supportive mentor.

“Hey,” he said to get your attention. “I promised that I’ll come to talk to you if I ever feel like I might…. Or if I just feel like I need someone to talk to.”

“I appreciate that, Luke,” you told him sincerely.

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Epiphany - Part Two

Paring: Luke Crain x Female Reader

Chapter Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2,001

Warnings: Talks of drug use and recovery, mention death of family members.

Description: Life has never been easy for Luke Crain. After the death of Nell, Luke realizes that he needs to make some changes. He decided to stay in Massachusetts and attend rehab. He was determined to remain on his path of sobriety. When you get assigned to be Luke’s sponsor, it opens a new door of possibilities that neither you nor Luke expected.  

A/N: I finally watched the Haunting of Hill House a while back. I found Luke to be very interesting. This is my take on how Luke would go on with life after Nell’s death and how his continued path to remain sober would look like.

Feedback is wonderful. It is nice knowing if people are actually liking this fic.

I do not permit my work to be posted on any other site without my permission.

“Hey,” he said to get your attention. “I promised that I’ll come to talk to you if I ever feel like I might…. Or if I just feel like I need someone to talk to.”

Sure enough, Luck kept his promise that if he ever needed to talk, he would call you. The two of you have talked almost every day since your first meeting two-weeks ago. For Luke, it was nice being able to talk with someone he could connect with. While Steve, Shirley, and Theo were more supportive of him than ever before, his siblings still could not fully relate to his ordeals.

Theo mentioned to Luke that he could be open and honest with her about his past experiences, his current feelings, and how he was coping with Nell’s death. “I appreciate it, Theo, I really do,” Luke told her over the phone. He just got back from class and was getting ready to head out to see you.

“I feel a ‘but’ coming along,” Theo lightly said.

“But…it is just hard talking about this stuff with someone who…”

“With someone who doesn’t necessarily share the same experience or feelings,” replied Theo and added, “Talking about Nell…and dad…is hard for all of us. However, I do understand that we all have our own ways of coping. I’m only glad that you aren’t…you know…”

“Me too. I told you guys, that I’m serious about remaining clean. It’s my last promise to Nell and I intend to keep it. Plus, my sponsor is…she’s awesome. Definitely been a nice help with having someone to talk to who understands.”

“Well, that is great, Luke. I’m glad you have someone who you are comfortable talking to about these things. So, your sponsor…what is she like? What’s her name?”

After telling Theo your first and last name, he went on talking about how you have been clean for the past three years, that your family lives in Wilmington, you work at a bakery part-time, and that you are a current art student at Middlesex Community College.

“Lowell campus or Bedford campus?” Theo continued to pry.

“Bedford.”

“What does she plan on doing with an art degree?” asked Theo.

“I don’t know! Probably because she likes art,” Luke replied. He was starting to get a tad annoyed at his older sister.

“Can I meet her?”

“You know what…wow…look at the time. In fact, I gotta start heading out,” Luke mentioned as he saw the time on the clock. “Talk to you later, Theo.”

Before Theo could try to pry more information about you, Luke hung up. Theo was intrigued about you but would not pry. At least for now.

You asked Luke if he had ever been to the Lexington Venue, an old theater seventeen minutes outside of Wilmington. He had not. You mentioned to him that you were planning to see the new Marvel movie, ‘Avengers’ Endgame, and if he wanted to join. Luke happily accepted your offer.

Since you had been to the Lexington Venue numerous times, Luke suggested that you drive. He heard a car pull up Shirley’s driveway and looked out the window to see that it was you. Luke grabbed his coat, checked to make sure he had his wallet, and headed out the door. Awkwardly, it was at the same time Shirley stepped out her front door.

“Oh…Luke…hey, where are you heading out to?” Shirley inquired as she strolled with her younger brother to your car.

“Uh, we’re just heading to the movies,” Luke replied. He waved and said ‘hi’ once he got closer to your car.

“We? Who’s we?” Shirley asked. When she saw you, she gave a wave herself and looked over at Luke, waiting to get introduced.

“Oh right. Sorry, my bad,” said Luke with an awkward chuckle and introduced you to Shirley and vice versa.

“It’s nice to meet you. Luke hasn’t told us much about you. From what he has mentioned is that you’re his sponsor…”

“Shirley,” Luke said in a warning tone. The last thing he wanted was his sister to embarrass you in any way.

“Yes, I graduated, you could say, from the same program Luke is currently in. and have been clean for three years,” you mentioned. You figured it would be best to help ease Shirley’s tension by being honest with how long you have been clean. “Luke, we better get going if we want to make the matinee show.”

Luke bid his sister goodbye and got in your car. “I’m sorry about Shirley. She’s…well…she’s Shirley. Very much a Type A personality.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I totally get it. My mom is the same way. She kept asking me questions about you. I told her she just needed to relax and that all we are doing is going to the movies. She sort of does that with everyone I hang out with. It’s like she is just waiting for something to happen, you know.”

“But you’ve been in recovering for a long time,” Luke pointed out. “Your mom should see that you have made a real effort in maintaining your sobriety.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Here’s the thing Luke, we are always going to be addicts. It isn’t going to go away. It is an incurable disease. It is no different than cancer. The only difference that the world doesn’t view addiction as a disease.”

Luke contemplated what you were saying. He never thought of his addiction as a disease but rather a symptom of Hill House. That house was never a home. It left a stain on his childhood that penetrated adulthood. While Luke no longer felt the presence of the “Tall Man” haunting him at every turn, he could never shake the feeling of the coldness in his limbs or the stiffness of his neck he felt that particular day at the rehab center in Los Angeles. He often wondered what his life would have turned out if his father never insisted on buying Hill House. His mother would still be alive, along with Nell and his dad. The Crain family would be whole rather than broken.

“What do you know about this so-called ‘sponsor’?” Theo asked Shirley over the phone.

“No more than you know. I actually got to meet her in person when she stopped by early to pick Luke up. Apparently, they were off to go to the movies over in Lexington. They were in a hurry, so I didn’t get to talk very much with her. She seems nice, though. Luke seems to have really bonded with her. That’s good, right? We should be happy that he has a friend he can confide in…you know…now that Nell is…. gone,” replied Shirley. It was still hard for her to say her baby sister was dead.

“Luke is coping better than any of us thought he would. It isn’t like the previous times. I see the commitment he has to stay clean. I don’t think he and his friend are doing anything they shouldn’t be doing. I don’t think Luke would lie to us,” Shirley added.

“No, I don’t think he is lying to us at all, “Theo immediately interjected. “Like you said Shirl, I think Luke is committed to his program. It is just…my protective instincts are on high alert…with all of you. I just want to know who this person Luke is hanging out with. Maybe we could get Luke to invite her over for dinner? Aren’t Kevin and the kids going to visit his mom over the weekend? We could do it this Saturday.”

“Okay. That could work with not having Kevin or the kids around. Please let me be the one to ask Luke about dinner. Theo? Theo, you’re not texting Luke, now are you?”

~Luke, bring your friend to dinner this Saturday at 7:00 p.m. – Theo~

“That movie was so long,” you said to Luke while walking out of the theater.

“Way too long and kind of boring, especially in the beginning,” Luke replied throwing out his trash.

“Definitely could have cut at least 35 minutes from the film. What time is it?” you asked exiting the building with Luke following behind.

Luke dug into his coat pocket to retrieve his phone. When he logged in, he saw a text from Theo.

“Fucking eh. You are not going to believe this?”

“What? Everything okay?”

“Everything is fine,” reassured Luke and let out a chuckle. “My sister, Theo, is asking me…well more like telling me to bring you over for dinner this Saturday. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

You stopped mid-walk to turn towards Luke. “Do you not want me to meet them?” you asked and continued when he gave you a skeptical look, “I can kind of sense that me meeting your family…well I can sense a rush of anxiety coming from you.”

Shuffling from one foot to the other, Luke contemplated how best to explain his family to you. “Let’s get in your car. I will tell you everything. You deserve to know the full truth.”

Boy, Luke laid on the truth. From the “Tall Man” to Abigail and how everyone thought she was imaginary because her parents never allowed her to leave their home, and how Theo struggles with heightened sensitivity. “It is one of those things that kind of runs in the family,” said Luke and continued, “Our mother and grandma were…they had similar abilities. Anything Theo touches, objects, or places, she can feel the emotions from people. The House killed our mother. It tricked her into believing that killing her children would wake us from this nightmare…that it would save us. Our dad got us away in time, but it was too late to save mom. She was dead by the time dad got back to the house. Then it got Nell. The way it Tricked her the same way it tricked mom. I tried burning it down, but nothing happened. The House would have gotten me, Steve, Shirley, and Theo if our dad hadn’t…he sacrificed himself to save us.”

After telling you everything, Luke let out a deep breath. He looked over at you and let out a laugh. “I don’t blame you for wanting to drop me as your mentee. I totally understand. My bag of crazy is hard to handle sometimes.”

In the past, it would have been a lot for you to handle someone like Luke. His issues far exceeded your capabilities when it came to helping someone maintain their sobriety. However, you were older and no longer ran or made yourself numb in fear of feeling peoples’ emotions. Instead of viewing your empath abilities as a curse, you saw them as a gift. As a way to help those in need. The thing about Luke was that he did not need saving. He did not want some to swoop in and save him from his problems. No. You were able to sense that the man before just wanted someone to believe in him. To know that he is telling the truth and that he was not making any of it up.

While Luke was telling you about his past, you saw everything. You saw the “Tall Man” as he haunted that little boy with glasses up until he reached adulthood, you saw him play with Abigail and drew pictures in his treehouse. You could see his mother as she poured the tea for him, Nell, and Abigail that last night at Hill House, and how as an adult he tried to set it ablaze. You saw it all. You felt it all.

“I believe you, Luke. I’m not going anywhere if you don’t want me to,” you told him earnestly.

He turned to look into your eyes to make sure you were telling the truth. “Are you sure?”  

“Yes,” you easily said and started your car. “You better text your sister back that I would love to come over for dinner this Saturday.”

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A/n: I 100% agree, like man...can’t we just have them be happy.

This is an Au, where Nell, Arthur and Olivia are alive.

Luke didn’t think he could be this embarrassed. But here he was, at his reception for his wedding and his father telling an embarrassing story about how him and Nell grabbed one of the phones then called 911 but quickly hung up and when the police came to the house he and his twin hid under the kitchen table.

That seemed to have earned a laugh from your father. Giving Luke a smile you patted his knee. “I never knew you were such a troublemaker Luke.” Teasing him Luke let a groan hiding his face in his hands.

“We just wanted to see what would happen.”

“That’s so cute.”

Though once his story Theo quickly stood up grabbing the mic from her father.

“Y/n if you think that’s bad...let me tell you about how Luke recused bunch of frogs from the high school lab so they wouldn’t be dissected later...Well once he got all ten in his backpack he carried them home. But mom had a party going on and when Luke placed his pack on the ground all the frogs got loose. I remember my dear little brother trying to grab a frog only to trip into mom sending a cake flying at some relative...but you couldn’t stay mad at him for long.”

Stifling a laughter behind your hand you glanced over at Luke who was groaning in his hand.

“How old were you when this happened?” You teased noticing his cheeks were a nice red.

“Twelve.”

Though it didn’t stop their, it seemed like all of the Craig’s wanted in on the action as Nell stepped forward.

She told the story on how a boy teased her so being the good brother he was took a thing of eggs found the boy and tossed it at him, but it end of being the wrong kid. “You should have seen him, skinny Luke standing over this boy slamming the eggs down on him.”

Laughter rang through out room as Luke slumped further in his chair. Turning to her son Olivia gave him a smile. “You’re a good brother Luke.”

“Thanks mom....” Though his eyes went wide as his mother snatched the mic from Nell. Her happily telling the story about ‘little Luke’  would always wear his big boy hat for years even when he slept.  

“It was so cute...my little Luke wearing his big boy hat even when he slept.”

“Kill me now.” Luke groaned out though grasping his hand you placed a small kiss against his stubble cheek. 

“Hush! I’m learning so much about you.” Giving a teasing grin Luke gave you a lopsided smile.

“Oh yea? Like what?” Luke forced himself to stop listing to a story from Steve about he and his older switched out his sisters halloween candy with some sugar free candy.

That got a laugh from Arthur as his three sisters tossed crumpled up napkins at the eldest Crain sibling.

“I learned that you have a mischievous side when you were young, that you still love and care for animals and how good of a brother you are.”

Sighing Luke smiled weaving his fingers through your own, he was lucky to have you. That you said yes and that you were now his wife, leaning over you captured your lips in for a small kiss. “I love you Mrs. Crain.”

Letting your thumb slide over the back of his, you then rested you head on his shoulders as Steve raised his glass, everyone was smiling at you two now. “And I love you too, Mr. Crain.”

Shirley’s eyes softened at the couple as tipped her head to the newlyweds. “To the happy couple, may they create new and embarrassing memories.”

“Cheers!”

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Epiphany - Masterlist

Paring: Luke Crain x Female Reader

Story Rating: PG-13

Summary: Life has never been easy for Luke Crain. After the death of Nell, Luke realizes that he needs to make some changes. He decided to stay in Massachusetts and attend rehab. He was determined to remain on his path of sobriety. When you get assigned to be Luke’s sponsor, it opens a new door of possibilities that neither you nor Luke expected.  

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six 

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Masterlist - Updated 06/01/2022 - On Hiatus

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Part One Part Two

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Mr. Evans and the Congresswoman - Chris Evans x Female Politician/You

Part 1 Part 2

PRomance - Chris Evans x Famous Female Reader/You

Part One Part Two Part Three

Ransom Drysdale Story

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Luke Crain Story

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Tommy Shelby Stories

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