no actually just by the sheer amount of corporations trying to sell me her music tells me everything i need to know about her, her ‘artistry’, and her true intentions with fame!
if i said i was doing a series of southern!love interest’s and thus making a southern!luke castellan fic you’d be cool with that. but if i write him as the local baker…? making, never decorating, (that’s for beckendorf) everyone in towns wedding, graduation, and birthday cakes. he’s so good a his job that you, and the rest of the town seem to forget that he’s only been doing this for two years. since his mom had to go away for treatment… besides he makes it hard to notice her absence, he still adds a free chocolate chip cookie to every order just like her.
girlll i’ve been listening to cowboy carter and imagine like cowboy!luke who wants to get into your levii jeans (pun intended, one of my faves on the album) in the barn or underneath a tree after going horse riding whilst the sun was setting. idk if this makes sense but anyways levii jeans is so like coded
inspiration from @enviedear 's farmhand billy
mentions of moonshine/liquor; southern!luke & southern!reader; outdoor fucking; fingering; luke is taller than r; MDNI 18+w/LUKE CASTELLAN
“don’t you have something better to do?”
luke is leaning against the entrance to your grandfathers stables, one ankle crossed over the other and his arms folded over his chest. there’s still a light sheen of sweat over his forehead, and his biceps have a pump from the work he’d been put through today. you don’t know if he just looks really hot in general, or if his looks have improved because of the time you two spent together last time you were here like this.
you shrug, pretending to be casual when you tell him, “no. not really.”
luke raises his eyebrows. "no friends to hangout with? what is it you city girls get up to? shop and club?"
he clearly senses that you have something better to do other than stand outside across from him and let the mosquitos take tiny bites out of your exposed skin, but you’re almost desperate to be close to him (despite his attitude) so you make up an excuse.
“it's tuesday, i finished my book, granddad 's watching jeopardy for the next hour, and the service out here is frustratingly bad.”
luke takes a step closer to you, not removing his arms over his chest even though you want him to in order to create more room. he stares down at you over the straight slope of his nose and squints his eyes.
“it sounds an awful lot like you just wanna be with me.”
while it’s true, you do want to be with him, he has no room to talk. now when luke wants you even more.
gta by future is so rafe cameron coded that it made me question why no one (that i’ve seen) has done a gta!rafe fic. i wanna read abt that goon being an absolute menace in los santos, with peace and love <3
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