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isaaaa <333

thank you so much luv 😽😽

ohh this is such a fun question!!

i’d have to say the ones you love and the ones I love are kinda opposites. not really a fan of the ‘love at first sight’ type of books but I do think they’re good for getting you out of a reading slump! would love to hear your favs and maybe i’ll give them a go tho??

I love love a slow burn, but when there’s enough chapters still left after they get together that we still get to see them be all lovey dovey yk?

also such a sucker for a good friends to lovers. it will always be my favourite trope🥺 it’s just so cute to me.

hey <3

yea of course , it’s yours . . .

I didn’t watch last weekend unfortunately, I was busy ^_^ but i’m definitely watching this sunday’s. i’ll probably lb it too

i was just so so happy when i saw oscar won🥲🫶🏻

note: thank you for sending in au thoughts bb <33

the hughes’ and kingston’s has spent a good amount of time at one another’s houses over the years, and it wasn’t uncommon for violet and her brother to spend the night at the hughes house when her parents went out of town for a few days, and vice versa, sometimes the boys would spend the night at her house.

but those were always planned sleepovers where there would be beds made up for them in the guest rooms or the living room.

the first time luke and violet had a sleepover, unplanned — just the two of them — was on a friday during juniour year. they both had insanely busy weeks and gruelling practices and ended up cuddled on luke’s bed for their weekly movie night.

when violet yawned for the third time in barely a minute, luke chuckled and sat up on his elbow, staring down at her. his chest warmed at the sight of her snuggled under his covers, wearing one of his hoodies.

“you tired?” he teases when she yawns again, going to press his finger in her open mouth, a laugh escaping when she jokingly tries to nip at it.

“yeah sorry, I don’t think I’m making it through this movie” she says apologetically, rubbing at her eyes to wake herself up a bit

“s’okay, you can sleep if you want, I’ll wake you up when the pizza’s here” luke promises, laying back and holding his arm out so they can lie more comfortably.

luke takes a deep breath as she rests her head on his chest and throws a leg over his, hoping she can’t hear or feel how fast his heart was beating at the close contact.

her soft puffs of breath against his neck lulls him into a comfortable rhythm and soon enough, his eyes also flutter closed as he’s running his hand up and down her back under the hoodie she’s wearing

an hour or so later ellen knocks softly before entering the room, freezing the moment she sees the two teenagers fast asleep and tangled up together.

she stands there for a few seconds debating whether or not to wake them up, but ultimately decides against it, tip toeing her way out of the room and closing the door again softly.

ellen bites her lip contemplatively at the questioning look jim gives her when she enters the kitchen without the kids

“they’re asleep, I didn’t wanna wake them” she shrugs, unsure if that was the right thing to do.

“asleep? is she staying the night?” jim whispers, leaning closer as they both lean on the kitchen counter, gossiping like a pair of high schoolers.

“I don’t know, not that I know of. should I wake them?” ellen whispers back, chewing her thumb

“no, it’s not like they were — you know — doing anything right?” jim asks softly, sending his wife a panicked glance

“no, but I mean — they looked . . . close” ellen shrugs, getting the urge to laugh when her husband’s jaw drops a little

“what do you mean close? how close?” the whispers intensify

“like she was wearing his clothes and they were cuddled up” ellen explains, it’s not like that was out of the ordinary for luke and vi, they’ve been doing that since they were kids.

jim only reaffirms those thoughts when he shrugs causally, his lips tipping to one side.

“let them be I guess, but we should mention it to him anyway. he should be informing us when people spend the night and I’m not sure I’m 100% comfortable with my seventeen year old son having a girl in his bed, whether that girl is violet or not” jim says and ellen nods in agreement

“i’ll text her mom, ask her if they’re comfortable with it and go from there” ellen responds, grabbing her phone

violet is momentarily disoriented when she wakes the next morning, a weight pressed to her body and a strong hold tightening around her waist when she tries to stretch.

crap. she thinks when she opens her eyes and sees a mop of curls on her chest, realizing she was still in luke’s room. she reaches for her phone and winces when she sees a missed call from her mom.

“luke” she says softly, tugging on his curls lightly. she tries not to think too hard about the fact that she spent the night in a boy’s bed.

“no” he groans, burying his face further in her chest, as if he could hide from the inevitability of them having to get up.

“I have to go. my parents are gonna kill me” she says, and luke lifts his head, staring at her with a sleepy expression that makes her grin and fix his messy head.

“i’ll tell them it was my fault. I kept you here. and I might need to do it again honestly, that was the best sleep I’ve gotten in — maybe ever” he mumbles groggily, rubbing at his eyes as he rolls off her and violet immediately misses the feel of him pressed close to her.

“same” she says as she sits up, stretching a bit before she jumps out of the bed and grabs her stuff.

luke folds his arms behind his head and watches her scurry around the room, scurrying through the little drawer reserved for her in his dresser and combing her hair.

“want me to drive you?” he asks as she finally finishes up and gets ready to head out the door.

“nah don’t worry about it. it’s like a five minute walk” she says, waving him off, walking around the bed to his side and dropping a kiss to his cheek as she grabs her phone that was plugged in

“see ya later?” luke says just before she’s out the door, smooshing his face in the pillow she laid on, inhaling her shampoo scent that’s still lingering.

“yeah, i’ll text you when i’m home” she says, sending him a sweet smile

“you better” he mumbles, already halfway back asleep

violet’s hopes of slipping out of the hughes home unnoticed goes out the window when she hits the last step and spots ellen at the dining room table.

“hey mama H” she says sheepishly, wanting to die at how her cheeks heat up. she’s probably super red too. so much for trying not to look guilty.

“morning vi” ellen says sweetly, patting the spot next to her at the table as she pushes a cup of what violet knows is the way she takes her coffee.

“thanks” violet says softly as she takes a seat and drinks a small sip.

it takes her all of three seconds in the silence before she breaks “I fell asleep last night, sorry, I hadn’t planned to spend the night”

“that’s okay. it’s always nice to have you here, as long as your parents know too” ellen says warmly

“I take it you let mom know? was she mad?” violet asks hesitantly, taking another sip of coffee

“nope, she just said to send you home as soon as you woke up cause you guys had plans today. luckily you’re an early riser” ellen responds

not long after violet left, luke trudged down the stairs and found his mom in the exact same spot that she had.

“hey mom” luke says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as his mom stares him

“sit luke” she orders and luke winces as he takes a seat, smiling apologetically already when he meets her gaze

“look—“ he starts but ellen immediately cuts him off

“are you and violet having sex?” she asks and luke almost chokes on his spit

“w-what?” he sputters, looking horrified, and confused, and way too embarrassed about something that he should’ve known was coming.

“are you having sex with violet? don’t look at me like it’s a crazy assumption, you’re a teenage boy and the girl is stunning don’t tell me you haven’t noticed,” his mom insists

“of course I’ve noticed, I’d have to be blind not to but we’re not sleeping together. do I look like the guy who sneaks girls into your house, has sex with them under your roof and sends them doing the walk of shame the next morning while you’re having your coffee? cmon mom, give me more credit than that, i’m not jack” luke says and his mom slaps his arms softly

“luke warren” she scolds and luke just rolls his eyes while mumbling a half hearted sorry.

“we’re just friends. there’s nothing going on there” luke says and his mom gives him a ‘be fr’ look

“look mom, no offence but I don’t even know what’s going on there. i’m not about to discuss something with you that I haven’t even admitted to myself yet” luke says, tiptoeing around the giant truth he refuses to acknowledge. he’s in love with his best friend.

“and if this is about having the sex talk with me, you don’t need to worry about that cause first of all i’m a virgin and second of all, I have two older brothers, trust me when I tell you I know things that I probably shouldn’t” he says

“okay! I think we’re done here” ellen says quickly, causing luke to chuckle as he stands up and drops a kiss to her head.

“perfect! good talk. you want some toast?” he asks as he walks into the kitchen

“not really” she mumbles back

it is so so cute🥺 he’s just the cutest most golden retriever boy everrrr . . .

can just imagine him hiding his face in your neck whenever something makes him laugh. his little chuckles tickling you causing you to giggle, which only makes him laugh even more and it’s just one big cycle of uncontrollable laughter.

“stop, my cheeks hurt” he complains, laying his head on your chest as both your giggles die down

“poor baby” you coo, running your fingers through his hair

it’s like whenever he gets shy too, he’ll just bury his face in your shoulder, calming down a little when he feels your fingers running through his hair or at the nape of his neck

or when you’re out with friends and his social battery runs out a bit, he’ll just pull you close and bury his head in the nape of your neck.

“you tired baby?” you’d murmur running your hand up and down his back

“yeah,” he’d mumbled against your skin, tightening his hold around your waist

“wanna go home?”

“no, you’re having fun. just wanna stay here for a few minutes” he’d insist, just resting his head a couple seconds before going to fill up your drink

OOPS??? — people (me) died when you sent this omggg. you guys know i’m not the best smut writer but I couldn’t resist whipping this up 😫 . . .

the bass from the party outside thrums through the bathroom walls, mirroring the rhythm of luke’s hips driving into you.

a low whine escapes when he gives a particularly hard thrust, causing you to bend over the sink even more and you feel the little chuckle against your back as he presses a kiss to your skin.

“that’s it,” he rasps, pressed to your back as his breath echoes hot against your ear. “make those pretty noises for me baby. you know I like ‘em”

a shiver runs down your spine at his words, your fingers scrambling for a place to hold on to. it goes from the sink, the wall, the edge of the counter before luke lets out another amused huff and straightens himself, taking you with him.

he adjusts his hands, putting one across your lower stomach, cupping your hips tight against him and his other arm looping around your throat.

“there, I gave you something to hold onto baby” he says, satisfied when your hands go up to grip the forearm around your throat

“you good pretty girl?” luke asks softly, meeting your half lidded gaze in the mirror as he adjusts his bicep around your head, careful not to go too tight.

the limited room prevents you from nodding your head as you usually would, so all you can manage as a response is a pathetic little whimper that luke grins at, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he chuckles. “yeah? that’s all ya got for me?”

your nails dig into his forearm, unable to give him a response except your grip tightening as he presses a kiss to the side of your neck. “look at you,” he murmurs, his eyes locked on yours in the mirror. “so fucked out for me”

you can barely focus, barely hold yourself up if not for his strong arms keeping you steady. aach thrust has you teetering on the edge, your body tightening around him, desperate for release.

luke groans, his hand trailing lower towards your clit as he feels you clench down on him. “you close, baby?” he asks, his voice rough with restraint.

you manage a small nod — or at least, you think you do. but it doesn’t matter because he can feel it, can tell by the way your body trembles in his hold.

“go on,” he urges, his lips brushing your ear. “let me feel it. wanna see y’fall apart for me”

and when you do, it’s overwhelming — your body tightening, your head lolling back against his shoulder as pleasure crashes over you. luke groans, his own pace stuttering as he follows, holding you tight through every wave of pleasure

for a long moment, the only sounds are your heavy breaths, the faint thrum of music outside the door. then luke presses a lazy, satisfied kiss to your temple, his grip loosening but not letting you go just yet.

“you okay?” he asks, his voice softer now, laced with something almost tender as he brushes strands of hair away from your face

“mhm” you reply, readjusting your clothes as luke disposes of the condom.

he lets out a soft laugh when he turns back to your and sees the frustrated little pout on your lips.

“my hair doesn’t wanna—“ you motion around it, highlighting the way it was frizzy and kinda sticking everywhere.

you looked … freshly fucked, was the only way to put it and luke couldn’t help the furl of satisfaction low in his belly at the sight. a feeling that must’ve shown all over his face if the little glares you were sending him was any indication

“here,” he huffs, wetting his hands and smoothing them over your head, flattening the strands of hair. “perfect” he mumbles, kissing your head and sneakily pulling you out of the bathroom and back towards the party.

𓂃۶ৎ quinn with the scruff is just something else😵‍💫

quinn first noticed it over the playoff stretch. he let his beard grow in just a little longer than usual— noticing how your nose scrunched up when his scruff brushed against your cheek, how you squirmed ever so slightly when he kissed along your jaw, how your breath caught in your throat when he murmured against your skin. and once he noticed, well, it became his new favorite thing.

he’d find every excuse to make you react, coming up behind you when you were cooking, arms sliding around your waist before he pressed slow, teasing kisses along the side of your neck. he’d nuzzle into your skin when you least expected it, delighting in the way you giggled and tried to pull away, only for him to tighten his grip and keep you there.

“quinn,” you’d protest, your voice breathless and laced with amusement, but he’d just chuckle, his lips trailing up toward your ear, his beard leaving a faint tingling sensation in its wake.

“you have to shave,” you say now, breath hitching as he does it again, his scruff rasping against your collarbone.

quinn hums, pulling back just enough to give you a thoughtful look, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “you don’t like it?” he asks, running his finger ever so slightly the red marks on your skin due to his teasing.

you bite back a smile, fingers grazing along his jaw, feeling the roughness beneath your touch. “perhaps I can be convinced,” you reply slyly.

quinn’s grin is immediate and wicked. his hands slide down, past your ass, gripping your thighs as he effortlessly hoists you up into his arms. your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, a surprised laugh spilling from your lips.

“I can think of a few ways to convince you, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and promising as he strides toward your bedroom, his beard grazing your neck once more just to hear you giggle.

he does and he always feels so conflicted about it because he knows that they're not together and he has no right to feel possessive of her but he can't help the way his jaw clenches a little and his throat tightens a bit whenever a guy tries to hit on her.

luke's not blind, he knows violet is attractive, she's gorgeous, she's smart, she never fails to make him laugh. of course guys are going to hit on her. those brave enough to actually ask if her and luke are dating or not instead of assuming they were, at least.

and while those guys try and convince her to give them a shot, luke can't do anything but watch, and shoot daggers at the guy and hope he gets the hint, all while his other best friend silently judges him for it.

"what?" luke finally snaps, not being able to take dylan's little judgmental stare at the side of his head anymore

"nothing," dylan replies nonchalantly

"just say it," luke pleads

"you're acting like a jealous caveman right now," dylan says and luke shoots a glare his way

"no, I am not," he argues and dylan gives him a glare right back

"no? what do you call pulling her into your lap like that? while keeping eye contact with the guy who has been checking her out all night? that has marking your territory all over it. doesn't look like it worked though, the guy obviously wasn't scared off," dylan says and both of them look at where violet was laughing with some guy

"I'm just looking out for my friend," luke defends

"sure. you have nothing to worry about then. I have class with that guy. he has three sisters, the definition of a golden retriever. he's a great guy," dylan says, and the knots in luke's stomach only tighten up further

"great," luke replies dryly, knowing he means anything but. no guy would ever be good enough for violet, in luke's eyes. not even him. but even if there was a possibility that she could meet a great guy, that could treat her better than luke could ever hope for, and give her everything that luke couldn't, he still wouldn't feel right about it.

because there was this little voice in his head that said that she belonged with him and only him. that no one could understand, love or make her happier than luke could. and while that may be a little selfish, and make him somewhat of a bad friend, luke found some comfort and validation in the fact that the little voice sounded just like her.

𐙚 ─── a/n: I love them so much you guys don’t understand I’m so obsessed😩 welcome to another version of friend luke and violet making out. as always I hope you enjoy and don’t be afraid to spam me with lukey and vi thoughts🥰 this is like senior year luke and violet😚 (0.4K)

“we have to study, actually study lu, the math quiz-“ violet’s words get cut off by luke pressing his lips to hers again, his hands sneaking underneath her hoodie to caress the bare skin at her waist

violet forgets what she was saying a minute ago, moving easily when luke tugs her on top of him, her legs going on either side of his hips. a position she’s found herself in time and time again the last few weeks. her and luke’s study sessions always ending in make outs so heavy it made her unable to look ellen in the eye on the way home.

“mm we don’t need to study, I’ll pass, and you’ll stress yourself out, convinced you’ve failed only to get a 100 like you always do,” luke mumbles against her lips, tugging on the edge of her hoodie and violet lifts her arms to help him take it off, leaving her in a tight fitted crop strappy top.

violet’s head falls back with a breathy sigh as luke’s lips trail down her neck to her collarbone, sucking harshly on the skin at the top of her breast. violet’s protest at him leaving marks dies on her tongue, both because he has her tongue twisted and because she knows she likes them more than she’ll admit.

“we have to do math,” violet tries again, no real conviction on her tone. if luke removes her from his lap she might actually cry. doing math was the last thing she wanted to do when she could stay here and run her hands all over her best friend’s prominent abs

“one mouth, another mouth, three kisses. math,” luke mumbles, moving back up to her lips and nipping at her bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue

“one and one equals three? you sure you don’t wanna study math lukey?” violet giggles and luke closes his eyes, dropping his head back and letting out a laugh, genuinely perplexed at how he just made that simple error

“it’s your fault. I can’t do anything with you in my lap, never mind math, even if it is simple math. you distract me,” luke defends himself, his hands placed firmly on her hips, trying not to think about her ass resting right above his dick, luke connects their lips in another deep kiss before pulling away, smiling cheekily when she leans forward, chasing his lips with her own.

“luke,” she whines when she lowers her lips to meet his and he swerves away.

“what? I thought you wanted to study math,” luke answers, the epitome of innocence, teasing smile breaking out on his face when his girl sends him a glare

“just shh and bring your lips over here,” violet replies, and luke feels the swarm of butterflies in his stomach as she tugs on his chain

“yes ma’am,” he grins, following orders.