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tnystrk-exe · 3 years

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Estocolmo 3

Hannibal x Reader

Masterpost

First Chapter

Warnings: 18+ thigh riding, in a public setting, degration, cockwarming

Word count: 6k

Chapter Three

Maybe you hadn’t thought through about going to Hannibal’s dinner party. In the moment you had just missed the sound of his voice. His touch… Okay, you were motivated by other things than how much fun you would have at this little dinner party of his.

However you had to pull a lot of strings and work extra shifts, just so your bosses would even consider letting you off for a couple days. You were a valuable worker, one that would damage them to lose, but pettiness didn’t know any bounds. The stress was adding up. Still you trudged through it all. Not one to ever want to end up on Hannibal’s bad side.

You didn’t like making the perfect, polite ones angry. Loud anger you could handle. You were used to it. Quiet anger was just upsetting. He’d be upset you let him down, but he wouldn’t say it right. A soft sigh followed by a half meant it’s okay would probably be the most he’d give you. Disappointing him was a no go.

“I can’t wait for you to leave.”

“You’re so good at making me feel loved.”

“You know I do!” She laid back in your bed, arm’s comfortably behind her head, “But since you planned yourself a date. I did too.”

You grabbed clothes and threw them into a small duffel bag. “The chick from work?”

“God I wish. Can't work up the courage.”

“Don’t tell me you called up Reggie,” you laughed.

“Don’t tell me you got called up by Hannibal,” she mocked your voice. “Look! We’re a team! You can get dicked by someone that doesn’t deserve you. And I’ll romance a very pretty woman the entire weekend.”

“When is she getting here?”

“I’m shooting the text the second you’re out that door.”

You sighed, “You replace me so easily.”

“Oh baby,” she cooed, “Remember who’s leaving who.”

“A couple of days. You could be lonely for a few days.”

Alex walked you out. Stressing that you had to text her throughout your drive. It was only a three hour drive, but a lot could happen within that time.

All in all it wasn’t a bad trip. Monotonous without your usual partner in the passenger seat, but not bad. Your nerves bit at you. Hannibal’s social presence really was everything to him. Your head ran though countless ways you could mess up the night. Ultimately you wouldn’t, you knew that, but your brain sure did like to torture you with the idea.

“Everything will be fine,” you told yourself as you parked alongside the manor. Staying in the car for a moment you built yourself up. It was Hannibal. He knew about your home life. How you took your coffee. The things you’ve allowed him to do to you. Probably some understanding of things that he hadn’t done to you yet. A knock on your window pulled you out of your thoughts.

Opening the door you got out of the car.

“You weren’t thinking of running away, I hope,” Hannibal greeted.

“I wasn’t. Nerves,” you admitted. “It’s usually just the two of us, y’know…”

“Darling,” he scoffed, adjusting a piece of your hair, “I have no doubt in my mind that my companions wouldn’t adore you as much as I do.”

You moved to grab your bag, only for Hannibal to immediately take it from you. “You say that now, but that’s only because you’ve become accustomed to that certain charm I have at three in the morning after a night of studying. I’m not sure I can be as adorable to all of your friends.”

“Anyone that thinks otherwise has no place in my home.” Hannibal grabbed your hand in his own, leading you to the manor.

Once the front door closed, he wasted no time pulling you close. The kiss was long and rough. Both attempting to make up for lost time in the limited minutes you had. A soft moan from you made him press you against the door, the bag that had been in his hand long forgotten. His hand pressed lightly against your throat as he pushed a knee in between yours.

It was a long while before he pulled away. He rested his forehead against yours. “I’ve missed my favorite plaything,” He spoke into the shared air, “You’ve been away so long.”

“Your favorite?” You asked, looking at him dazed.

He smiled, mischief in his eyes. “I’d wager they couldn’t kiss you so well you’d look at them like they hung the stars after.”

“I do not!”

“Of course you don’t, darling.” He picked up your bag. “Come, we should start getting dressed.” You followed Hannibal up the stairs to his room. Apparently yours too, at least for the next couple of nights, since he emptied the contents of your bag into an empty dresser drawer. “You’re more than welcome to explore if you do get uncomfortable. I know meeting a sea of people can feel overwhelming.”

“I’m just afraid I’ll be out of place.”

“You’re exactly where I want you to be,” he disappeared into the walk-in closet, “The other’s are decent enough people. However, it makes sense that such divine beauty doesn’t fit in amongst commoners. I’d never dream of you finding yourself their equal.”

You walked over to examine the drawings he had hung on the wall next to his bed. “I’m not sure I’m worthy of such high thought.”

He came back, placing the suit and dress onto the bed. Standing behind you, he wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder. “I really do mean it, beloved. You’re strong and intelligent. As much as I’d like to, you won’t allow me to pull strings and help you. That’s more than most of the crowd coming over tonight. They haven’t faced hardships like yourself and I. Don’t allow yourself to be treated less than and, please, tell me if anyone makes you feel that way.”

You turned your head, kissing his cheek. “I’m not sure I believe it, but I’m grateful for the thought.”

“I simply must make it my mission to prove it.” He inhaled deeply, “You’ve changed your perfume?”

“I liked the one you bought,” you said simply, getting out of his arms, you looked at the dress he had gotten you. The piece of fabric was easily the most expensive thing you owned now. It didn’t match his suit, but the two certainly complimented each other. “You really didn’t have to.”

“I want to,” he went to open another dresser drawer, pulling out a small box, “Consider it all a graduation present. You worked hard and deserve a reward for it. We didn’t get a chance to see one another before you left.”

“You’ve had these since then?” You asked.

“Of course. How could I resist an opportunity to find you a gift? And with Alex so graciously allowing me to buy you a dress, I figured tonight would be a wonderful time to give you your gift.” He opened the jewelry box.

“Hannibal,” you gasped quietly, the jewelry glimmered brightly, “It’s beautiful.” Usually you weren’t one for objects, but this was also the most thoughtful thing you’ve ever received. Hannibal had taken the small bits he knew of you and picked out the perfect pieces of jewelry for you. It was the feeling of being known so well that made it special.

“The second I saw this set I couldn’t help but think of my darling girl. Would you like me to put the necklace on you now?”

You quickly shook your head, “After I get dressed, please. I wouldn’t want to risk dirtying it while I’m getting ready.”

“In that case, I’ll show you where you can get ready.”

You grabbed the things you needed to make yourself look presentable and followed Hannibal to the bathroom. To your surprise he started to undress after he hung up his suit and your dress. You shrugged it off and set your stuff on the counter, you were more than comfortable with him and you and Alex had taken to doing similar in your cramped bathroom early mornings. The shower turned on while you took out your makeup. His humming filled the otherwise quiet room.

When you were pleased with how your makeup looked, you moved on to fussing with your hair. The shower shut off and your eyes wandered briefly in the mirror. You watched the show as he dried off his chest and followed the towel up as he dried his hair. He caught your eye, brow raised, you shrugged and sent a wink his way.

You got undressed, tossing your clothes in the hamper as you did. Walking over to the dress you felt the fabric between your fingers, studying the intricate pattern that was sown on to it.

“You don’t like it, darling?” Hannibal asked as he buttoned his shirt. “There’s another in the closet, but I was hopeful you’d like this one. You'd look stunning.”

“Admiring,” you stated simply, “Wait there’s another?”

“There’s a show, I’d like to see tomorrow. I figured it could be an outing for us.” He checked himself over before styling his hair. “This is ‘Making it worth my while’ as Alex said.”

“Han, you know better than to listen to Al.” You sighed, “I’m grateful, I honestly am. It’s just embarrassing. I really can’t give you anything in return.”

Hannibal came over to you, holding one of your hands in his. “They’re simple trinkets of my affection. In the end they all mean nothing. YN, you grace me with your presence and time, which is something that can never be repaid in form. I hold you dearly, your time is more than I deserve.”

You stood on the tips of your toes kissing him gently. There was all the time later for a rougher touch. Now you just wanted to feel him pressed close against yourself. A brief flick of thought asked if you really wanted this to just be a fleeting thing between friends. Pulling away, you gave him one final kiss to the side of his mouth.

“You’re allowed to give me one gift a month,” you teased, as you grabbed his tie and set to work on tying it for him. “You’re not my sugar daddy, as much as Alex wishes you were.”

“And you’re welcome to set as many rules as you’d like when it comes to this. However, what’s forcing me to follow them?” His hands grazed along your sides, “We both understand who makes the rules, don’t we little one?”

The part of you that had become accustomed to that particular tone, faltered slightly. “Hannibal, we’re not always in sessions,” you reminded him as you tightened the tie, “You can’t just have your way.”

“Why not?”

You shook your head, annoyed, “Or you can do what you’d like. It’s your wallet after all.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized immediately, “I don’t want to offend you.”

You let it go, there was no use to fight over this. “It’s okay, you’re only teasing right?”

“May I please see you in the dress?” He asked, lightening the mood.

You turned, returning to the piece of elegant fabric. Carefully you pulled it on. He really was excellent when it came to fashion. The dress hugged the right places and accentuated everything wonderfully. Hannibal stepped behind you once again. Zipping the back for you, his fingers trailing up as he did. Carefully, he moved your hair to the side as he fixed the necklace in place. Dipping his head down, he kissed that spot on your neck he had quickly learned turned you to putty in his hands. You leaned against him, angling your neck to give him better access as a soft moan escaped. His teeth grazed gently against your neck, he seemed to toy with the idea of making a mark before backing away. As much as he’d enjoy to see it blossom, he knew you had many first impressions to make.

You whimpered at the loss of contact. Suddenly realizing just how much you had missed him.

“I know, little one,” he sighed, pressing a kiss on the side of your ear, “but we have a night to get through. After this, I belong to you. We will have all tomorrow for each other.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

The dinner party was beautifully done. Of course it was. Hannibal never spared any expense, let alone when he was trying to impress. He had introduced you to a couple people, they were nice enough, but you just couldn’t find a connection with them. You definitely steered clear of Bedelia. That woman was intimidating to a whole other degree. Definitely someone you could actually see Hannibal going after. You wondered why he didn’t.

An hour into the dinner party, you slipped away. He had said you could explore and honestly, without him you weren’t much for conversation. You had already gotten a snide look for saying you worked at a bar on nights, but they didn’t hold much interest for you either. All the conversations you had heard were meaningless droning. People constantly trying to one up another or bragging about something new they acquired or some business deal.

So it was safe to say no one noticed your absence. Well maybe one extremely observant man.

You found yourself in his library, taking residence in a nook next to a window. Hannibal’s sketch book in your lap as you looked over his drawings. Each drawing looked like he must have spent hours on it. You marveled at his talent, watching the range go from almost romantic to grouesome. Some things could be recognized as his take on art pieces, and landscapes, while others seemed to be originals. The originals were darker in nature, but you supposed it made sense. He saw death as something comforting and could be considered beautiful. Of course it would translate into his pieces.

The door opened, revealing the man that occupied your thoughts at the moment. “Is everything alright, darling? No one bothered you, I hope.”

You smiled up at him. “I’m fine. I just wanted a break, I’m getting a little bit of a headache.”

“Oh?” He touched your forehead with the back of his hand, “Are you feeling well?”

“I’ll go back in a moment,” you promised himas you brought his hand down to press a peck onto it, “Go enjoy your party.”

“They can keep themselves entertained for a while.” He took a seat next to you, pulling you to rest against him. “I could use a moment too.”

You couldn’t stave off the smile that played on your lips to get to have him to yourself. He made you feel comfortable and honestly you were out of your element at this party. Hannibal rested his head against the wall. That left his neck vulnerable and you couldn’t resist placing a kiss on it.

“Why must you insist on acting up when we are alone, darling girl?” He hummed quietly, his hand entertained itself absentmindedly drawing things on your thigh.

“I missed you,” you insisted. “Not just like that. We used to spend a lot of time together.”

“It has been a long time. I’m sorry about that.”

“I had your number too. I’m not completely out of blame.”

“Well, you’ll find a way to make it up to me.” He tugged you closer, “You’re too far.”

You straddled one of his thighs, placing your hand on his shoulders. “I’m sure you have a couple ideas of how.”

“A couple.”

Leaning in you caught him in a kiss. His hand started to trail lower, you caught him by the wrist before he got to his destination, placing his hand back on your hip. With his original plan voided, he bounced his thigh against you, the hands on your hips helping you grind down. You couldn’t help the moan you let out. Letting him continue until you remembered the party happening not so far away.

“Hannibal,” you whined against his lips, “Not right now.”

“But you sound so sweet, darling, don’t mind them.” He continued his earlier assault on your neck, this time not thinking twice before sucking his mark onto it. “You look so beautiful tonight. I know you can give me one before we’re missed, you’re always so good for me. Don’t you want to be good?”

The growing lust clouded your judgement. Hannibal’s soft words and the gentle but perfect rhythm he was working on made it hard to find any reason to argue.

“Yes, daddy,” you sighed softly, “I want to be good for you.”

The door opened again, followed by a dramatic gasp, “Hannibal, having dessert before the rest of us?” The strange man eyed you, “Plan on sharing?”

Hannibal had been quick to tug down the dress that had rode up, keeping you safe from prying eyes. “Unfortunately, I’m not one for sharing. If you don’t mind waiting in the hall. I’ll meet with you in a second.”

“Oh, I’d much prefer to stay. Hello, what’s your name? Is Hannibal keeping you entertained?”

You hid your face against Hannibal’s shoulder, your face burning to the touch.

“Shy thing isn’t she, daddy?”

“I really must insist you leave now,” Hannibal said, the anger evident in his voice.

“Fine, killjoy.” You heard retreating steps and the door closed again.

“Of course out of everyone to find us it was the gossip,” he sighed to himself, dropping a kiss to the top of your head, “I’m sorry about that, love.”

“I told you not now,” you said, pulling away and going back to your seat beside him.

“I know. I’m sorry,” he kissed the back of your hand, “I thought we’d have a couple more minutes before someone looked for us, let alone find us. Let me handle this and then you’ll never see him again.”

You nodded. “Can I go to the room for the night? He made me feel… strange.”

“Darling,” he cupped your cheek, a sad look in his eyes, “this is your home more than anyone else out there. Don’t let him ruin the night for us. I’ll make sure he’s gone and stay by you the rest of the night. Does that sound okay?”

And true to his word he was, he had escorted the man out quickly once he found him. However the Gossip was apparently a fast worker, because a couple people did give you lingering looks. Though they were quick to save face if they so much as thought Hannibal noticed. Whatever they thought didn’t matter. You were two grown, consenting adults that enjoyed each other’s company, be damned what others thought. Throughout the night you kept telling yourself that, hoping to cut the embarrassment short. A couple times you caught yourself, thoughtlessly intertwining your fingers with Hannibal’s when you were less than sturdy. Each time he squeezed your fingers gently, quiet reassurance that he was there for you.

You woke up the following morning. Hannibal was still asleep beside you, it must have been early. He looked sweet in the mornings. Relaxed, not as stiff as he usually was, his hair sticking up in places he’d immediately flatten out once he woke as he greeted you with that deeper more accented voice that accompanied the mornings. You pressed a kiss to his chest, before carefully removing the arm that was sprawled across your stomach.

Looking at the clock, you considered the time. There was enough if you worked quickly. Standing up, you grabbed one of your shirts and shorts. After freshening up, you made your way down to the kitchen.

It was different. You hadn’t toured much of the home, let alone know where anything was, but you gathered your bearings fast enough. The things you needed had been placed somewhat similarly to his old home and you set everything onto the counter. Protein scramble, fruit, and pancakes seemed like a good option today. The pancakes, he had taught you to make when you asked where the box mix was and obviously he wouldn’t stand for you not knowing how to make something so simple from scratch.

Your phone played music as you set to work, washing the used dishes along the way so there wasn’t too much of a mess.

As you were plating the food, you heard Hannibal call out your name.

“Kitchen!” You called out.

He was quick to meet you, “Darling, I could have made you breakfast. You should have stayed in bed with me.”

“I couldn’t sleep any more and you looked too sweet to wake,” you poured two cups of coffee and prepared them to both of your liking, “Figured why not play domestic for a while.”

“How did you like it?” He asked, walking over to take the cup from you.

“Eh well you know, the domestic life,” you shrugged, feeding him a cut strawberry, “I like to let my partner sleep in on Saturday’s and make them comfort breakfasts. Sometimes they ruin breakfast in bed by coming down too early, but what can you do?”

He chuckled around the bite of strawberry, “I’m sorry, beloved. I’ll stay put next time.”

“Yes, you will.” You stood on the tips of your toes to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “But I’m not too angry at you. I enjoy your company.”

His fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt. “Aren’t you usually sporting my shirts on these mornings?”

“I didn’t want to ruin one of them.”

“You couldn’t ruin a thing if you tried. I’ve got more than enough for you to steal away when you go back home too.”

“I only took them, because someone made a habit of messing up my shirts.”

“And your reasoning for keeping them, little one?” He grabbed the plates, “Come along, the mornings have been wonderful recently.”

You grabbed the cups. “You should’ve come and picked them up the same way I had. It’s your own fault they aren’t back where they belong.”

The afternoon was spent in each other’s company. Hannibal had insisted he’d wash the remaining dishes and asked you to pick up his sketchbook and pencils from the library since you were going to find yourself something to read. You did as asked, before returning outside. Setting his things on the table, you went to go sit in a sunny spot of grass.

It wasn’t long until Hannibal rejoined you outside and took a seat.

You glanced up curiously after a while, he was sketching away.

“Anything I can do for you, beloved?” He asked, not looking up from his work.

“Just watching.”

He hummed in response.

Some unease settled in your stomach when you remembered why exactly you were over here. What was the harm in voicing it? “Hannibal?” You waited until he looked up at you, “You’re okay that we haven’t slept together yet? I mean… I know that’s why I am here.”

It was true, the lingering looks you had gotten at dinner, paired with the small embarrassment of realizing one of Hannibal’s love bites got to bloom in front of them all threw you off at night. You had tried to let yourself go, let him have control of you for a while, but you couldn’t go past taking off some clothes and letting your hands feel the other. He didn’t mind when you didn’t want to do more. Always the gentleman. Instead he settled you against his chest, an arm keeping you close, quiet conversation and long breathtaking kisses filled the night.

“I’m not one of those little boys you’ve found,” he stated, seeming to be mildly offended, “I enjoy our quiet moments just as much, if not more. Sex is something else we could do together, nothing more. It’s not everything, little one. You’re not here for that purpose. What I enjoy is your company and I’ll take it any way you give it.”

You tilted your head looking at him closely, he mimicked you, narrowing his eyes at you playfully. That made you laugh softly, you decided he was being honest and not covering up his disappointment with sweet words. Patting the grass next to you, “Sit with me.”

“YN…”

“Please?” You asked, sweetening the pot with a pout.

He shook his head but gathered his things, soon joining you. Resting your head on his shoulder you looked at what he was sketching. The scene was you at the present moment. Half faced toward him, book in hand, completely relaxed, and more perfect than you ever dreamed of being.

“That’s an exaggeration, I’m not that beautiful.”

“That’s where we must differ, my love,” he kissed your temple, “Try as I might I’ll never be able to draw you with the dignity you deserve. It’s a poor imitation of the way I perceive you.”

“You’re a ridiculous man,” you said fondly, “Though I suppose I’d like to keep you around a while longer.”

“Suppose” he scoffed, “ You’d be lost without me.”

You stuck your tongue out at him childishly and went back to your book.

“Darling, I do adore when you take care of yourself, but we’ll be late if you don’t hurry,” Hannibal said, leaning on the bathroom’s door frame already dressed for the outing.

“It’s not my fault you always manage to get the bath perfect,” you groaned, getting out of the bathtub.

Hannibal walked over, grabbing a towel on his way. “I’ll run you another later.”

You took the towel, drying yourself off. It was nice to see a rare impatient Hannibal. There was more to that calm and collected demeanor he usually had. “You’re cute when you’re excited about something. Where are we going?”

“I got us tickets to the opera.”

“Really!” You lit up at that. When he talked about the shows he had seen before, he’d get so much more animated. It would be nice to experience one with him. “Which one?”

“Die Entführung aus dem Serail,” he answered, taking you in with a smile, “but darling, your excitement may go to waste, I’m afraid.”

“I’ll be quick!”

With you keeping your promise and Hannibal’s quick driving, it didn’t take anytime to make it to the opera house. There was time to spare and Hannibal socialized a bit, introducing you to other regulars. You exchanged pleasantries and let Hannibal control the conversation as you looked around the place. Some people you recognized from last night. One person you saw nod towards you whispering something to his companion.

“I didn’t think he’d be one for cradle robbing,” you caught the man say, as he eyed you up, “Lucky man. Reckon I could steal that little piece away?”

You subtly moved closer to Hannibal, feeling the heat rise to your face.

Hannibal turned his attention to you when the others started talking amongst themselves. “Are you alright?” He asked quietly, tucking away a strand of your hair that fell out of place.

“Yeah. I’m great,” you lied, knowing he’d probably take offense to any minute comment made about whatever kind of relationship the two of you had.

“Are you certain?” The tone of voice saying he knew you were hiding something. He always seemed to read you so easily. In that he knew you’d continue to deny anything. “Would you like to go to our seats now? The show should start in a couple of minutes.”

“Yes, please.”

Hannibal grabbed your hand in his, leading you away from the crowd. To your surprise he took you to a private balcony above the rest of the audience seating. “Since, it’s your first time, I figured privacy would do us well. No distractions,” he paused for a moment, “No one to get into that pretty little head of yours.”

“I just don’t enjoy all the looks and comments,” you sighed, allowing him to pull you down onto the seat with him. “I love spending time with you. It’s just soured by people that don’t mind their own.”

“It’s not ideal, but we mustn’t let them ruin our nights. With this kind of community, people make assumptions and talk. Darling, I really do insist you tell me when someone makes you upset.”

“I know, I know. Guess I should have braced for it more. I’m just not used to these kinds of things. When we’re alone it’s easy to just exist together. Just us.”

“I understand completely. However, I do enjoy that we finally got to leave the house. You look absolutely breathtaking tonight.”

You smiled at that, “Well, you do seem to have an eye for what suits me.”

“That, I do.”

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you breathed the comforting scent of his cologne, “I’m sorry I let them get to me when we're supposed to be enjoying our time together. It’s not fair to you.”

“They get annoying,” he gave your thigh a gentle squeeze, “Of course you’d take offense for us. There isn’t much we can do besides understand that we’re here for the right reasons. Though, it does get under my skin to see you affected so under my care.”

Soon the crowd made their way to the seats and the lights dimmed to near black. When the music started Hannibal whispered translations into your ear. You got caught up in the story between watching the characters go through their woes and Hannibal’s gentle voice guiding you through every detail. It was easy to see what Hannibal saw at these events. They really were thrilling to watch. Still it wasn’t so much the show, but getting to know another side of the man in question.

You looked at the man beside you, a happy smile plastered on your face. “Thank you for bringing me, Hannibal.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

“Your love?” You challenged teasingly.

A couple times he had thrown around the pet name. You didn’t take it for much. He was a sweet, old fashioned man, you had decided to believe. A sweet nothing that neither of you minded. Still you couldn’t deny the slight softness you felt from the moniker.

“You’ve promised yourself as all mine before,” he reminded you, “and I take no issue in claiming what’s mine.”

“That was said when I was drunk on you.”

“Deny all you’d like, sweet girl, you’re still mine.”

Hannibal tilted your head up slightly to kiss you. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care about why the music crescendoed in that moment. Not when he was kissing you with more passion than you had ever felt. He had a way of making it feel like you were the only beings in existence. Hannibal bit at your lip, asking for more, and you gave it to him without a thought. You’d do whatever he wanted at that moment. Still you couldn’t help grabbing his wrist when his hand found it’s way up your dress. He swallowed the helpless moan that slipped past your lips greedily.

You pulled away from him, your hips grinding onto his hand on their own accord. “Hannibal, I-“

He hushed you, “You’re missing a very important part of the show.” His hand didn’t let up from its ministrations as he continued to translate for you.

You went to cover your mouth with your hand, but Hannibal stopped you short, placing it back at your side. A quick mummer of be good was all he offered, not once stopping the pace he had set. You choked back the moan when he pressed against a spot that had been long neglected since the last time you paid him a visit. The music being so loud was your only safe haven, still, you pressed yourself further into Hannibal, hoping to hide yourself further from any wandering eyes that might look away from the show. Embarrassment and lust built with every thrust of Hannibal’s fingers. The former was getting increasingly easier to ignore as Hannibal pulled you closer and closer to your end. Pressing your face against his neck, you bit at the skin there in a cheap attempt at revenge for what he was putting you through.

Hannibal’s fingers stilled. A quiet chuckle met your ear when he heard your whimper of protest, stopping your hips as you attempted to help yourself. “Such an easy thing to toy with, you're nothing more than my own personal whore.” He didn’t miss the throb around his fingers at those words. “You’d let me use you however I’d like wouldn’t you?”

You gave a lazy nod as he brought his fingers up to your mouth. Eager to please him, hoping he’d let you finish, you opened your mouth and sucked his fingers clean. Behind your back, you felt him working himself out of his pants. Taking his hand away he adjusted your dress higher before pulling you on to his lap. With his other hand the head of his cock teased your clit, you forced yourself not to complain, knowing he’d go on longer if you did. When he finally pushed into you, you couldn’t fight off the moan of contentment as he filled you completely. Turning your head, you caught him in a languid kiss, caught up in only him despite the performance going on.

“Please?”

“What do you need?”

“You.” You shifted your hips slightly, “May I please move?”

“I’m sorry, little one,” you caught the slight upward twitch of his lip when you looked at him in disbelief, “I’d rather use you at my leisure.”

You whined in frustration, leaning against him knowing he’d play a cruel game. This time he offered no translations, keeping you entirely focused on the feeling of him buried deep inside of you doing nothing to help relieve your need for him. When you did manage to distract yourself, he circled your clit and gave a few sharp thrust, just enough to bring you back where he wanted you. His hand continued, changing the rhythm every so often so you’d stay aware of your position.

“I’ll be so good,” you begged helplessly.

“And yesterday you had been so against it despite having our privacy in the library,” he reminded you, pushing in and out of you in a too slow pace, but at least he was moving, “What was it that was missing, hm? The audience that could look up and see me using what’s mine?”

You didn’t know what had changed. Not truely. Maybe it was the couple of glasses of wine you had drunk throughout the day. Perhaps it was just finally getting what you had wanted for so long. Honestly, you couldn’t find yourself to be curious enough to find out.

“I wanna cum,” you told him, swallowing the embarrassment.

“I don’t know, darling, you’ve tried to find comfort with others. I really can’t say I approve of the notion. Suppose, I could just use you for your worth and leave you dry.” He groaned into your ear as you clenched around him, he sped up his thrust, “There’s my good girl, you like the sound of that?”

“Hannibal, please,” you whimpered, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Beg for it.”

“I’ll never look for anyone else again. It was so stupid to think anyone else could make me feel as good as you.” Your breath hitched when he struck deeper, “I've been so desperate for you.”

“That’s all so very sweet, but that’s not exactly what I want to hear.”

You whined quietly as you tried to figure out the right combination of words to get you what you wanted. “I’m just yours… No one else’s… You’re the only one, I’m so sorry…”

“See? Was it so hard to apologize for your misconduct?”

You shook your head.

He pinched your thigh. “Words, darling.”

“No, daddy,” you moaned, as his hands guided your hips to move with him, “But I’ll be good for you now.”

“I still don’t think you deserve to cum, you pathetic thing.”

“You’ll let me?”

Hannibal’s hand grabbed your jaw roughly, making you look at him. “Next time I won’t be so generous. Understood?”

You swallowed down the slight twinge of fear that had worked its way into your system. “Yes, sir.”

He pushed your face away. “Work for it yourself.”

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Definitely Shouldn’t {Luke Patterson x OC}

Summary: Reggie’s little sister Kennedy has been Sunset Curve’s biggest fan since they started. But her love of the band doesn’t stretch to ex-best friend Luke, who she’s been in a constant battle with for 2 years.

Warnings: It’s literally smut with like a hint of plot that I kinda lost track of. Enjoy, this took me fucking forever and it’s like 13k or something. Oops? This is an absolute shambles I apologise in advance but anyway, here you goooo.

Friday’s after school had to be Kennedy’s favourite time of day. She’d go home, change into jeans and a random top, before jumping into the front seat of Reggie’s mustang, and heading over to the boys studio. She loved listening to them play. As torturous as having to brush off Bobby’s attempts at flirting was, they were undeniably talented, and Kennedy had been their biggest fan from the start. But of course, there was the issue of Luke.

They were best friends all through middle school, but soon as Kennedy had reached high school, starting her freshman year as Luke became a sophomore, they’d drifted. At first she’d assumed it was natural, they were in different years, and high school was much more intense than middle school. But eventually it had proven obvious that her and Luke were never going to get along- after the first black eye she gave him during spring break, freshman year. He’d ignored her for 4 months, and then laughed when she tripped in the hallways, drawing attention to her and encouraging his friends to laugh. That was before they really started up with the band stuff, so that group of friends had been dropped now. But the animosity between Luke and Kennedy remained, and had led to many blowouts over the past 2 years. Now here they were, a senior and junior at Los Feliz high school, forced to hang out almost everyday by their brother/ best friend.

The rest of the band were used to Luke and Kennedy going for each other’s throats, and had learnt to arrange practice so that they either had time to fight before, or make sure that Kennedy was in the loft studying by the time Luke arrived. Of course, she didn’t study on Friday nights. No, Fridays were her favourite, because the boys would give her a showcase, including either new songs, or new solo sections, or a repeat of her old favourites. It was the least they could do, considering she was applying to college for business, with the main intention of becoming their manager when she graduated. Even Luke had been impressed by this, and had thanked her awkwardly for thinking of them a few weeks ago. Kennedy also loved Fridays, because when the boys were finished practicing, they headed through to the house to eat with Rose, leaving her in the studio alone. This gave her a chance to mess around on the piano, play with their guitars, and tap Alex’s drums absentmindedly, as she gathered up the random scraps of paper Luke constantly left lying around the garage.

It was this particular Friday evening, that everything changed. She was sitting on the sofa, strumming simple chords, while resting her head on top of the guitar. The comforting silence of the garage engulfed her with a feeling of safety she wasn’t quite used to. She’d started researching colleges recently, and since doing so, she’d noticed a major spike in how often she found herself overwhelmed by the smallest things. So there she was, tuned out from the world, to such an extent that she didn’t even hear the creaky garage door swing open, or a whistling Luke coming in. He fell silent as soon as he noticed her, her light curls spilling over the top of his guitar. However, he forgot to shut the door behind him, and Kennedy jumped as it slammed shut, jerking her from the utter calm she’d been basking in. To her surprise, he didn’t sneer, or make a dickish comment. He actually smiled apologetically, and took a step towards her.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Kennedy shrugged, frowning slightly. This wasn’t the Luke she was used to.

“What you doing?”

Kenny looked down at the guitar in her hands, her eyes widening as she realised she’d been caught.

“Uh, nothing. Sorry, I was just-”

Luke reached her and put a hand out as she tried to set the guitar down, looking at her with unfamiliarly kind eyes.

“Hey, it’s fine. Can you play?”

She relaxed slightly, but still looked confused, and slightly pissed.

“Not really. I’ve watched you three for years though, and if you can manage it, anyone can.”

Luke smirked sarcastically at her comment, rolling his eyes slightly.

“I could teach you, if you like.”

Kennedy raised an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

Luke looked at her, dead serious.

“I could teach you. You have to promise not to be a dick though.”

That was the final straw for Kennedy.

“I don’t get to be a dick? Says you, fucking king of dicktown.”

Luke’s face contorted as he tried to hold back a laugh. She’d never been the best at insults. But he noticed she was genuinely angry, and there was a degree of hurt in her eyes he didn’t expect to see.

“Oh.”

Kenny nearly fell off the couch in shock.

“Oh? That’s all I get? Are you broken or something?” Luke shrugged and dropped onto the seat beside her.

“Nah. Here, put your hand up a bit.”

Kenny jumped as she felt Luke’s rough fingers gripping her hand, and sliding it up the neck of his guitar.

“And then put your fingers… yeah, there.” He curved his hand over the top of hers, pressing her fingers onto the strings lightly.

“Now strum.”

Kenny gently ran her right thumb over the strings, a smile breaking out when the sound produced was not only in tune, but sounded good.

“Perfect.”

She looked up at him, and found him smiling kinda dorkily, far too happy that she’d managed a simple chord. Her smile fell, and she stood up, setting the guitar down on its stand.

“Why’d you come out here?”

Luke shrugged and looked up at her innocently. “Do I need a reason? It’s my studio.” Kennedy rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall.

“Fine, I wanted to talk to you.”

This caught her attention, and she leaned forward slightly.

“Sorry?” Luke sighed.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

Kenny shook her head, eyes wide, not sure if she was hearing him right.

“Yes, you heard me. I want to talk to you.”

It took everything in her not to slap him for being a smartass, but she let it slide, deciding to listen to whatever he had to say.

“Stuff’s weird between us. It’s changed.” Kenny’s jaw genuinely dropped, and she couldn’t help but look at him like he was an idiot.

“No shit sherlock. You’ve been acting like a prize dick for nearly 3 years now.”

Luke scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

“Yeah, about that.”

Kenny didn’t move a muscle. Was she really about to receive an explanation for her best friend’s disappearance from her life 3 years ago?” He sighed and frowned as he looked at his hands, rubbing the calloused fingertips together.

“I get really jealous, you know that?”

Kenny raised her eyebrows in surprise, but nodded, her lips tightly pursed.

“Uh huh, you used to throw tantrums whenever you found out Alex and I had hung out with Reggie and not you.”

They both smiled at the memory, Luke’s face quickly becoming serious again afterwards.

“Anyway. I get jealous. It’s like a weird fomo thing, I dunno. But I get jealous. And when you started high school, you had all these friends, and guy friends, and you were popular and pretty and you were getting so much attention that I just had to stop being friends with you because I knew you were going to pick all of that over me, and I didn’t want to get hurt.”

Kenny blinked, trying to process what had just been said. Did he say he thought she was pretty?

“Um.”

Luke stood up and rubbed his palms on his jeans.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come out here. This was a mistake.”

He turned to leave, but Kenny grabbed his wrist, and stopped him.

“Hey. It’s fine. Why did you decide tonight?”

Luke stared at his feet, examining the coloured in laces in his vans. It took him a moment to reply, a heavy silence hanging in the air between them.

“College. You’re leaving next year. And I graduate, hopefully, in like 2 months. I don’t want to leave with you thinking I hate you.”

Kenny felt her eyes soften, and the corners of her mouth turn upward into a smile.

“Oh, cool. I don’t hate you either, just so you know.” Luke grinned, and looked into her eyes, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Really? Thought I was king of dicktown?” She rolled her eyes and reached forward to shove him playfully, but he caught her wrist, his eyes trailing over her hand and reaching her face, a strange expression in his eyes. She expected him to let go, but he kept a hold of her, his thumb stroking the back of her hand softly.

“Luke, what are you-?” He frowned lightly and shook his head. “Sh, I just want to try something.”

Kenny rolled her eyes again, not totally surprised by his weirdness. But then his face started to inch closer, and alarm bells started going off. But there was a strange fluttering sensation beginning in her lower abdomen, as he came closer and closer, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Luke-”

She was cut off by his lips on hers, and after the initial shock, she surprised herself, by kissing him back. Their lips moved in time with each other gently, Luke’s free hand moving to rest on her waist. Kenny pressed her hand gently against his chest, and felt his heart racing beneath his shirt. Their mouths were in perfect sync, the kiss gradually getting more and more desperate. Luke started backing them towards the garage wall, pushing her up against it and flicking his tongue across her lips, receiving a delicious moan from Kenny as he did so. She parted her lips slightly, granting him access, and whimpered as his teeth took her bottom lip, biting it softly. She’d never been this turned on in her life, and it still hadn’t quite registered that she was kissing Luke Patterson. He’d released her wrist, allowing her to wrap an arm around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer. His hands now rested on her hips, thumbs digging into her bare skin under her t-shirt. Luke groaned in surprise as Kenny arched her back into him, and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, nibbling it lightly before letting it go, and connecting their lips again. Both were in a fit of passion, unable to think about anything else but their lips and their hands and their bodies, all fitting together so perfectly it was like they were meant to be like this. A sound outside the garage door separated them, two panting, gasping messes of blushing and rumpled clothes. Kennedy straightened her t-shirt and knelt down, grateful they’d stepped into the part of the garage where the loft ladder sat, so they were concealed from the door. Luke turned to look out the window, reaching into his jeans and adjusting himself not so discreetly. Kennedy noticed, and smirked to herself, before taking a deep breath, and letting go of the shoelace she’d been pretending to tie.

“Oh hey Reg. Are we going? I kinda want an early night.”

He shrugged and looked at Luke in confusion, who was leaning against the wall with his back to them, apparently stretching his calves.

“Uh, sure. Hey Luke, you need a ride?” Luke spun round, his face petrified.

“I’m good. Alex will take me later. I’ll see you guys tomorrow?”

Kennedy avoided making eye contact with him, rubbing her lips roughly with the back of her hand. Luke watched her, smirking slightly to himself. But inside his jeans pockets, his hands were fidgeting desperately, and his heart was still racing.

In the car on the way home, Kennedy thought over the night’s events. Luke had avoided touching her for the last two years, the most physical contact the two had shared was an awkward side hug at new years, when he’d felt obliged to hug her. The longest conversation they’d had in the past 6 months was a 25 minute argument over whether the sunset curve t-shirts should be black or white- even though they both already knew that they were made in both colours. It had only ended when Alex had stood between them, his hands on Kennedy’s shoulders, pushing her out of the studio. The worst part about this whole thing was that she couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of his lips on hers, or the sound of his heavy breathing in her ear, the featherlight touches of his fingertips dancing around her belt, his thumbs pressing into her hips. She played it over and over again in her head that night, rolling her eyes with a frustrated groan everytime the butterflies started up again. She couldn’t deny she’d had a crush on Luke when they were younger- but that was different now, right? She hadn’t thought about him like that in years- not really, anyway.

Kennedy made a point of avoiding Luke the entire week, occasionally glancing at him in the few AP classes they shared, but looking away before he caught her gaze. She still couldn’t wrap her head around the events of Friday night, and the playback of their kiss was now a permanent fixture in her brain. Eventually, Friday came around again, and Kennedy found herself scrutinizing her appearance in the mirror. She didn’t want to appear as if she’d tried to look good, so made even less of an effort than usual, choosing sweats over jeans, and tossing her hair into a messy ponytail. She did consciously choose a tshirt that was cropped enough to show her bra when she stretched- but she told herself it was warm outside, and that was the only reason why. The evening went down the same as always. Kennedy sat on the couch, flicking through the CDs that sat under the coffee table absentmindedly, shooting quick glances at Luke whenever she was sure Alex wasn’t watching her. Little did she know, Luke was doing the exact same thing, his eyes steadily growing darker over the course of the night, as he took in the few inches of midriff showing above her sweats, and the way her back arched as she stretched, showing the lacy band of her bralet. He nearly lost it when she reached an arm up and let her hair loose, the dirty blonde curls tumbling down her back in a haphazard fashion, biting down on his lip.

Watching Luke play was nothing short of an immense turn-on for Kennedy. The way his fingers moved across the strings with such ease, you’d think he’d been doing it since he was born. His arm muscles rippled as he transferred his weight from one foot to the other, his guitar swinging slightly on his sweating form. The hours seemed to drag by, and Kennedy’s stomach was going mental. She didn’t know if anything would happen- he’d avoided her all week. She didn’t even know if she wanted something to happen.

But sure enough, as soon as the boys were finished, they set down their instruments and headed through to the house, laughing amongst themselves, and hardly a minute later, Luke slipped back through the garage door, his hair slick against his forehead. He wasted no time, striding over to the couch and reaching for Kennedy’s hand, pulling her up and flush against him. She sighed in relief and melted into his touch, connecting her lips with his as quickly as she could, appreciating the soft groan she earned from him in doing so. She mentally laughed at herself. As if she hadn’t been waiting for this all week.

His hands travelled down her back, and she stepped impossibly closer to him as one hand found her ass, pulling her into him, and forcing their hips together hedonistically. He took her by surprise, and pushed her onto the sofa, where she looked up at him in shock, her lips swollen and her hair fanned out on the cushion behind her head. Luke raked his eyes over her body hungrily, before leaning over her, supporting his weight on his arms. Kennedy’s breath was laboured, her heart fluttering under Luke’s intense gaze. Impatient, she reached up, and brought him down to her, but surprised him by attaching her lips to his neck, dragging her tongue across his pulse point slowly, before nipping it. He groaned in her ear, and she felt his hold on himself falter, as he rolled his hips into her. She accidentally let herself moan in delight, her head tilting back and leaving her neck exposed to him. Luke took the opportunity, his lips skimming the soft skin of her neck, leaving her gasping for more, arching into him uncontrollably. Luke nearly collapsed as he felt her grind into him, the slightest of touches around his hips driving him insane, thanks to the newfound tightness of the torn up jeans he insisted on wearing. Without warning, he dropped a hand to Kennedy’s waist, digging his thumb into her side.

“Keep playing with me, Ken. See where it gets you.”

His voice was hoarse in her ear, and Kennedy’s eyes rolled back in her head, feeling a familiar tightness in her lower abdomen. Luke grazed his hand over the top of her sweats, as he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue, watching every delicious facial expression she made. When she took her bottom lip between her teeth, he caved, and fell back onto her mouth, attacking with a new found vigour. She moaned into his mouth, and reached a hand under his shirt, her fingers dancing on the bare skin of his back. She could feel the muscles rippling under his skin, as he tried his hardest not to rock their hips together. She could feel his right hand still dancing around the waistband of her sweats, not quite daring to venture underneath them yet. He broke their kiss, and she noticed a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

“Can I?” His eyes flicked down in the general direction of their hips, and Kennedy rolled her eyes, before dragging him back down to her.

“Please.”

She whispered into his mouth, smirking when he crashed their lips together, a new found confidence in him as he began to process she was just as into this as he was. His fingers dipped below her waist band, fingertips cold against the warmth of her stomach. Kennedy arched into his touch, breaking their kiss to gasp in his ear, as his fingers brushed her core over her underwear. Luke groaned quietly as he felt the heat between her legs, bringing his hand back up to rest between them. He grabbed her hand, and guided it down to his jeans, pressing her palm flat against his crotch.

“See what you do to me?”

His voice was close to a growl, and Kennedy moaned softly as she felt the hard outline of his erection straining against his jeans. She’d never really gone there with a guy- but in this moment, she wanted all of Luke. She felt his hand falter for a moment, clearly thinking about something, before he pulled her hand away, guiding it under the waistband of her sweats.

“Trust me?”

He questioned her quietly, pausing slightly before going further. Kennedy nodded hesitantly, struggling to predict where this was going. Luke’s thumb danced over the waistband of her underwear before dipping underneath, taking her hand with him. He pressed her palm against her heat, smirking as he heard her sharp intake of breath from the sudden contact. He leaned down slowly, placing his lips right next to her ear.

“Touch yourself for me.”

Kennedy’s eyes widened, and she nearly sat up. But he stopped her, hand still down her pants, and gave her an encouraging nod. Kennedy whimpered as his fingers started moving against her through her underwear, sighing at the loss of contact when he moved away. She was quickly satisfied when he moved her hand to where he had been. He met her eyes, the usually laughing blue replaced by dark pools of lust. Luke bit his lip as Kennedy began to moan softly, feeling her hand moving slowly under his hips.

“You can be louder than that. I’ve heard you when you’re having a bitch.”

Kennedy stopped and glared at him, and considered calling off this whole thing- but his lips suddenly attached themselves to her neck, silencing her instantly.

“That’s what I thought. Keep going.”

His voice was husky, laced with desperation and need for her. Kennedy couldn’t quite figure him out- she’d always assumed he was a receiver, definitely not a giver. But the way his hand still hadn’t left her joggers, and the way his fingers kept brushing against her wrist as he encouraged her, told her differently.

“Luke I-” he silenced her with a kiss, slipping his tongue between her lips, and starting up a languid battle for dominance between them. Kennedy’s fingers were still circling her clit over her underwear, but she was desperate for more, their kiss becoming less languid by the second. She moaned into his mouth as her core ached, begging to be touched anywhere and everywhere. She could feel him smirking against her lips, and a sudden rush of confidence had her coming up with an idea. She stopped touching herself, and grabbed his hand, still resting in her sweats, moving it down so that it sat directly over her core. He raised his eyebrows and broke apart from her, but left his hand where she’d put it. She tilted her head a little to the side, and looked at him through heavy lidded eyes.

“Touch me.”

Her voice was barely audible, nothing more than a whisper. Luke groaned and gave in, slipping his calloused fingers under the soft material of her underwear. It took all of his self control not to start ripping her clothes off when he felt how wet she was, stroking a finger up and down her entrance in a torturous manner.

“Luke.”

Her voice was needy, begging for more, anything else.

“God, you’re needy.”

Kennedy grinned and pulled him back down to her, arching her hips into his touch, forcing him to apply more pressure, and moaning into his mouth when he did.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this.” He groaned against her lips as he slipped two fingers between her folds, gently pushing into her, and almost internally combusting as he felt her heat for the first time.

“Yeah, I think not fucking your best friend’s little sister is somewhere in the bro code, right?” Luke smirked and sat up a little, fingers still working away inside her.

“I’m not fucking you.”

Kennedy tried to keep her face as straight as she could, a hefty task now that Luke’s thumb was circling her clit.

“Yet.”

That was it, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to hold back the moan building up inside her chest.

“Let me hear you, gorgeous.”

His fingers moved rhythmically inside her, no longer teasing. She let out a few breathy moans, whimpering as he sped up. Luke was panting now, so turned on by the pleasure written all over her face that it hurt. Kennedy reached a hand down and started palming him through his jeans, earning her a sharp grunt, followed by an uncharacteristic whimper.

“God Ken, you have no idea-''

He groaned again, dropping his forehead to meet hers, as he resisted the urge to roll his hips into her hand. He started thrusting his fingers faster, his thumb applying just a little more pressure to her centre. She could feel the familiar knot forming, heat pooling between her legs, the feeling of his fingers heavenly against her walls. She heard a distant laugh, worryingly like her brother’s familiar cackle. The wave was starting to crest, his fingers pumping rhythmically in and out of her.

“Luke-''

He cut her off with a shake of his head, lips brushing hers once more.

“I want you to come on my fingers. Do it.”

His words sent her over the edge, and she gasped, feeling her walls clench around his hand. She stilled her movements against him as her entire body tensed, before utter bliss took over every nerve ending in her body, flooding her with a fire she’d never felt before. Luke watched her come undone beneath him, and thought he’d never seen anything as perfect in his life. He’d watch her do that again and again, all night, if he could. But considering her brother was about to walk through the door, it probably wasn’t going to happen just then.

He heard the door handle jiggle, and thanked the god he didn’t particularly believe in for the dodgy lock, before pulling his hand from Kennedy’s joggers, and climbing off her. He ran to the corner, adjusting himself with a painful wince, before looking behind him to where Kennedy was straightening herself out, still furiously blushing. She looked at the door in horror as Alex came strolling in, his hands in his pockets.

“Hey Ken, whatcha doing?”

Kennedy looked to Luke desperately, who sighed and reached into the drawer beside him. “She was going through my stuff, little shit.”

He held up a battered black notebook- presumably his songbook.

“Found her with this.”

Kennedy’s shoulders sagged with relief, and she stood up.

“Not my fault you leave your shit lying around. Not like there’s anything worth reading in there anyway.”

She wobbled slightly and grabbed a hold of the wall. Luckily, Alex didn’t see. Luke smirked and made eye contact with her, bringing his fingers to his lips. Her eyes grew as she noticed they were still glistening, and she struggled to tear her eyes away as he sucked them clean, his eyes closing as he enjoyed the taste of her on his lips. He opened his eyes and smirked, dropping his hand to his jeans pocket. She swallowed and felt a new blush creep across her cheeks. Luke walked past her and waved his song book in her face.

“Keep your paws off my stuff.”

Knowing neither Alex or Reggie could see, he winked at her, and looked her up and down, before shoving the notebook in his pocket, taking a seat on the couch behind her. Reggie groaned and tossed Kennedy her hoodie.

“Come on, sis. I’m taking you home.”

Kennedy rolled her eyes but pulled it over her head, grateful for the shield it provided. She wandered out of the garage with Reggie in a comfortable silence, before they reached the car, and she turned around suddenly.

“Oh shit, I left something. Be right back, Reg.”

Reggie sighed and got into his car, stroking the wheel lovingly. Alex laughed as Kennedy ran back up the path, knowing she’d probably remembered something she wanted to say to Luke. He leaned up against his own car, waiting for the two of them to come out, or ready to run in if he heard anything being thrown.

Luke looked up in surprise as the garage door opened, standing as Kennedy appeared.

“Oh hey, did you forget something?”

Kennedy nodded her head and stalked towards him, kissing him furiously. His hands went straight to her hips, bringing her closer, and he felt her hands tangle in his hair, before she pulled away from him with a sigh.

“What was that for?” He raised his eyebrows in slight amusement, and looked at her questioningly. Kennedy bit her lip and looked at the floor.

“I just wanted to. And as a thank you, I guess.” He frowned and tried to work out what she meant.

“What do you-oh.”

His voice got a little softer, and he touched her arm with his finger gently.

“Ken, was that the first time you’ve-?” She blushed furiously and looked at the ceiling.

“Oh my god I am so not doing this.” Goodnight, Luke.”

She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, before running out again. Luke watched her go in wonder. He knew she was inexperienced- she tended to be too caught up with her books to go for guys, and anyway, having Reggie and the band as her family meant not many got near her anyway- but he didn’t know that had been her first time doing anything. A strange sense of happiness filled his chest. He was glad it had been him. And the knowledge that he’d been the one to get her to come for the first time was strangely gratifying. He’d always hated the idea of another guy touching her- but he��d put it down to brotherly instincts. However, he now had a feeling that was not the real reason at all.

They danced around each other at school for the next week, sharing heated glances in the corridor, and sneaky hand touches during practices, when he’d ask her to pass her a book, or a pen, or anything he could get away with asking for without seeming weird. Alex and Reggie shared surprised looks as Kennedy and Luke appeared to actually get along, for the first time in 2 years. Bobby seemed indifferent, and made no obvious indication that he’d noticed anything. As Friday approached, Kennedy got more and more antsy. Things had heated up quickly last week, and she had a slight inclination of where this week might go.

Come Thursday night, she had one of the longest showers of her life, making sure she felt clean and perfect enough to see him Friday evening. All through band practice she kept making eye contact with him- but his eyes were less hungry than previous weeks. There was a hint of softness in them, that she didn’t recognise. As always, the boys headed through the house to eat, and Luke appeared a few moments later. Kennedy smiled and stood up to meet him, pulling him in for a heated kiss. He returned it, but broke away soon after, shoving his hands in his jeans pocket to resist the urge to touch her.

“Luke?” Kennedy raised her eyebrows at him, dropping her hands to her sides.

“Uh. I wanna talk to you.” Kennedy rolled her eyes, dropping back onto the sofa with a dramatic groan.

“Oh god, here we go. You’re my best friend’s little sister, it’s wrong, I shouldn’t, blah blah blah. God, all of you guys really are the same, aren’t you?”

Luke watched her in astonishment, slightly afraid to speak.

“Woah. Okay, not entirely where I was going with that.”

Kennedy cleared her throat and cursed her impulsivity, feeling a red hot blush flood her cheeks.

“Oh. Right.”

Luke nodded, and visibly swallowed, leaning against the wall of the garage facing her.

“I just wanted to speak about last week. It got heated really quickly, and I wanted to check you were okay, cause obviously it was your first time doing that stuff and uh-”

Kennedy coughed, and interrupted him, leaving Luke to rub his hair and try to talk the redness out of his face.

“Yikes, please don’t say that. You make me sound like such a virgin.” Luke frowned and stood up straight.

“But I thought-”

Kennedy rolled her eyes and stood up, pulling her hoodie over her shoulders.

“Okay yeah, I am. But it’s not like I’ve never done anything. Just not that.”

Luke frowned more, a heavy feeling entering his chest. He’d felt really good about last week, almost lucky, for being the only one to touch her, the only one to make her feel that way.

“You were right though- you were the first guy to uh- you know.”

He perked up slightly at this, smirking and raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah? Hope I didn’t disappoint.”

Kennedy walked over to him and punched him softly with a grin.

“Shut up, dork. What was it you were going to say then?”

Luke looked at his shoes and started fidgeting.

“Um. I guess I wanted to check that you were actually cool with this- whatever this is.” Kennedy shrugged and leaned one shoulder against the wall, facing him.

“You’re hot, I’m horny- doesn’t seem to be a reason not to.” Luke smirked at her bluntness and turned to face her again.

“Cool.”

Kennedy nodded slightly, letting her eyes drift down to his lips.

“Cool.”

Her voice was soft, and Luke noticed her tongue darting out and wetting her lips slightly. He groaned, and all in one movement, connected their lips and pushed her back against the wall, smirking against her mouth as he heard her moan.

One hand rested on the wall beside her head, the other pulling her hips into his, their natural movements causing their hips to rock together softly.

“Jump.”

Kennedy obliged, and wrapped her legs around Luke’s hips with a sigh, feeling him pressing against her sweats through his jeans already. He stumbled over to the couch, their lips still connected, and sat down so that she was straddling his lap. He moved his hands to her shoulders, pushing her hoodie off of them, and ran his hands down her arms, before pulling her closer to him, and resting a hand on her lower back. Kennedy moaned into his mouth, giving him access to deepen the kiss, their tongues tangled together desperately. Kennedy started rolling her hips into Luke’s, moaning as pleasure shot through her entire body. Luke gripped her hips and groaned desperately into her shoulder, pushing her down harder into his lap. His jeans were painfully tight, and he was contemplating undoing them- but he didn’t want to overstep. Kennedy broke away from him and tilted her head back, the breathy moans leaving her lips forcing Luke to bite his own lip, unhinged by how turned on she looked. He moved his mouth to her neck, nipping at her pulse point and kissing along her jawline, letting more of those gorgeous sounds fill the garage.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now? Getting yourself off on my lap? You’re incredible.”

He whispered to her softly, his breath on her ear making the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Kennedy let out another hedonistic moan in response, her hips still grinding into his lap in a delicious manner.

“Fuck, Ken.”

Luke dug his thumbs into her sides, and brought their mouths back together. One hand trailed up her body, and he placed his hand on her throat softly, giving her the chance to stop him if she wanted. But the unexpected gasp he received instead, followed by her drawing his bottom lip into her mouth, told him all he needed to know. He squeezed gently, his rings cutting into her neck, the cold metal a harsh contrast to the warmth of her skin, as she sucked on his lip. Kennedy was losing it; she’d never been this turned on in her life. A sudden rush of confidence had her hand drifting down to Luke’s belt, where it sat, her thumb stroking the soft patch of dark hair visible above the waistband of his boxers. Luke broke apart from her slightly, panting heavily.

“You don’t have to-”

He was cut off by her lips, and spoke against his mouth.

“Shut up, Patterson.”

Luke bit back a laugh and continued kissing her, drawing circles on her hip with his thumb, as her hand fiddled with his belt.

“God dammit!” She pulled away from him, and looked down in frustration. Luke laughed and gently pushed her hands aside, undoing the buckle for her.

“Thanks.”

She connected their lips again, and reached a hand into his jeans, running her thumb over his length through the soft material of his boxers. He groaned at the contact, the delicious sound vibrating against her lips. Just as she slid her hand into his boxers, and he bit down on her lip, the telltale sounds of the rest of Sunset Curve coming back from dinner reached them, and they groaned. Kennedy rolled off of Luke, and ran through to the bathroom, only to be stopped by Luke, who indicated his undone trousers, and pushed her back towards the couch. She smirked at him and rolled her eyes, before dropping onto the sofa and pulling a blanket over her. Hopefully her red cheeks could be explained away as post-nap overheating.

“Hey Ken- what happened to you?” Kennedy sat up with a slight groan, and rubbed her eyes.

“Oh hey Reg. Sorry I fell asleep. What time is it?”

Reggie smiled at his little sister, and dropped onto the couch beside her.

“Almost time to go. Have you seen Luke?” Kennedy faked innocent rather well, pulling a face of disgust and shaking her head.

“No, thank god.”

Right on time, Luke appeared from the bathroom, fiddling with his fly.

“Hey boys. Thanks Ken, hope you like the blanket.” She glared at him, hoping none of the others would notice her nickname slipping out. He hadn’t used it in years. Until the other week, of course.

“Uh, cool. So you good to go? We’re coming over again tomorrow, okay?” Kennedy pretended to sigh, but secretly she was beyond happy.

“Yeah I guess so, I’ve got some work to do.” She stood up and pulled her hoodie back on, catching Luke’s eye as she made her way out the door behind Reggie. He smirked and winked at her, adjusting his jeans ever so slightly.

“Yo Kennedy, mind cleaning up the couch? I gotta sleep there.” Kennedy rolled her eyes at him, and waved to Reggie, already in the car, before running back up the path. As soon as she made it inside the garage door, she was in Luke’s arms, his lips pressed against hers, and her back against the wall. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues met, his hand coming to rest between her legs, toying with her through her sweatpants.

“Wear a dress or something tomorrow.” He whispered to her quietly, nipping the top of her ear, before stepping away, and collapsing onto the couch. Kennedy shook her head softly and bit her lip, before sighing and slipping out of the garage. That boy was going to be the death of her.

“Kennedy come on, I said I’d be there by 11!”

Still looking in her mirror, in the same position she’d been in for 10 minutes, Kennedy pulled at her skirt again. She was wearing a summer dress that had hidden in the bottom of her wardrobe since she was 15. Hopefully it fit into the ‘something’ Luke had mentioned. She’d also swapped her everyday underwear for a lacey black bra and a matching thong she’d picked up 2 weeks ago, which she’d been thanking the universe for ever since. She smoothed her outfit over her hips, flipping her hair carefully over one shoulder, before swinging her bag onto her back, and running down the stairs to meet her rather impatient brother.

“A dress? Are you going somewhere afterwards?”

Kennedy shrugged.

“I just wanted to look like a girl, is that a crime or something?”

Reggie rolled his eyes.

“Don’t know what’s got you in such a pissy mood, but be a dear and get in the car won’t you? I’m late already.”

Kennedy flipped him off, and climbed into the front seat. She was slightly nervous, but most of the butterflies in her abdomen were from anticipation. She’d lain awake for hours last night, trying to picture where the day would take her- but eventually sleep got the better of her, and she’d woken up missing the feeling of Luke’s hands on her. Reggie sighed as he got in the car, taking in just how short Kennedy’s dress was.

“I don’t know how I feel about this, Bobby can be a bit-” Kennedy rolled her eyes.

“Pervy? Yeah I’m aware. But it’s the 90s, I’m a teenage girl, and I won’t let some misogynistic fuck control what I wear. You choose who I’m referring to.”

Reggie held his hands up in defeat, and started the car.

“Jesus, did you not sleep or something?”

She shrugged, and looked out the window, chewing her lip. It was only a matter of hours now.

“Hey Reg, hey Ken- wow, okay legs.”

Bobby’s was the first voice she heard, as she came into the studio behind Reggie.

“God, Bobby, you dropped your dignity. Never seen a pair of legs before? Oh wait.”

Kennedy rolled her eyes, before heading for the ladder, grabbing a lollipop from the bowl on the side.

“Hey Reg, hey Ke-” Luke didn’t even have the power to get through half of her name. He gulped, and shoved a hand in his pocket.

“Hey Kennedy.” She met his eyes and smirked lightly.

“Hey Lucas.”

She turned to climb the ladder, feeling his eyes on her the entire time as she disappeared into the loft. It took her by surprise when she got up there- the beanbag was pushed to the side, all of the boxes pushed under the shelf, and a couple of blankets laid out over the wooden slats. She smiled to herself at Luke’s thoughtfulness. Even if he was a dick sometimes, the boy could be sweet. However, as much as she’d love to sit and think about Luke for a few hours, she had math homework to do, and so she settled down for a few hours, with the company of algebra, and the admittedly pleasant background noise of Luke’s husky voice.

The boys went through for lunch, and Kennedy pushed her books aside, sitting cross legged against the wall. Sure enough, a few moments later, Luke’s head appeared, his cheeks a warm pink, and his jumper discarded.

“Hey.”

He didn’t answer her, instead dropping to his knees, and running his hands along the exposed skin of her legs.

“When I said dress, I didn’t think it would be this.” Kennedy grinned and shrugged.

“It’s like the only appropriate dress I own.”

Luke raised his eyebrows at her.

“Bobby almost came in his pants when he saw you. Hell, I nearly did. I’d love to see your other ones, if this is considered appropriate.”

Kennedy smirked and reached an arm out, playing with his hair.

“Maybe if you’re lucky.”

Luke grinned as he leaned towards her, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“Oh I’m very lucky.”

They’re lips collided in an instant tangle of tongues and teeth and lips, and Luke’s hands slid behind Kennedy, pulling her towards him and into his lap. She could feel him through his jeans, already hard, and knew he’d be able to feel her heat. Both hands were in his hair, tugging softly and eliciting the softest moans from him, urging her to tug harder, and let her lips trail away from his lips, travelling along his jawline and onto his neck. Luke’s hands gripped at her bare thighs, his breath heavy on her neck.

“Luke?”

He gripped her thighs tightly and pulled her impossibly closer.

“Yeah?”

Kennedy brushed her lips against his, and felt his hands drift behind her, one sitting on her lower back, the other under the curve of her ass.

“I want you.”

He groaned, and flipped them, so that he lay between her legs. Kennedy could feel him pressing into her stomach through the rough material of his jeans, and the cold metal of his chains made her gasp as they trailed along her inner thigh. Luke’s lips found hers again, softer than before, but still hungry, his tongue stroking hers gently.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Kennedy nodded, not willing to sacrifice time she could be kissing him to reply. His fingers drifted up her thigh, all of his weight resting on his left arm, as his hands toyed with her underwear. He frowned slightly, and pulled back, lifting up her dress to look underneath.

“Holy fuck, Ken. Are you trying to kill me?”

Kennedy giggled, and shrugged.

“They’re cute.”

Luke groaned his approval, and dropped his mouth to her thighs, leaving her gasping for air. He mumbled against her skin, sending heavenly vibrations straight between her legs.

“Yeah, really fucking cute.”

He pushed her skirt up her legs, glancing at her face to check she was okay with every move he made. Her lower lip was between her teeth, cheeks sporting a pretty blush, blue eyes rolled back in her head. Clearly he was driving her slightly insane. Luke smirked to himself, and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving his bare chest free for Kennedy to admire. She did, noticing the lack of contact between them, opening her eyes and resisting the urge to jump him then and there. He started to trail his fingers up the bare skin of her inner thighs, igniting sparks and feelings that she didn’t even know she was capable of having. As he reached her core, he drew a line over the fabric of her underwear, chuckling when her hips bucked towards his hand.

“Eager?” She shot him the best death glare she was capable of in that moment, watching as he leaned over her.

“Suck.”

Luke held two fingers to her lips, watching with dark eyes as she opened her lips and wet them, sucking his fingers slowly and watching his pupils dilate even more, trying not to moan when his bottom lip slipped between his teeth. Kennedy felt the heat pool between her legs as she registered how turned on he was, and couldn’t hold back the breathy moan of anticipation that escaped her as Luke pressed a kiss to her jawline, before returning his attention to her core. He wasted no time, pushing her underwear to the side and stroking her gently, rubbing her hip with his free hand in an effort to make her relax. She seemed fine, but he was slightly worried she might be nervous. That, and he knew that massaging her hips would make every single one of the orgasms he planned on forcing out of her, feel freaking insane.

Kennedy was moaning under her breath, trying everything in her power to keep her voice low, in case one of the boys came back unexpectedly. Luke was making it difficult, with two fingers now steadily stroking in and out of her at an excruciatingly slow pace. At one point, the look on her face was enough that he actually had to move one hand to his jeans to palm himself for a moment, just to ease some of the pressure in his pants. Her panting was slightly louder now, breathy moans leaving her lips with every movement he made. Smirking to himself, Luke lowered his mouth to her legs, running his lips against the milky skin of her thighs. Almost immediately, Kennedy’s legs tightened around his shoulders, and Luke laughed against her skin, pressing featherlight kisses on her inner thighs. He worked his way up, feeling her hand move into his hair and pull softly.

“This okay?”

He mumbled at a volume just loud enough that she could hear him, looking up to check she was nodding. She was, and so he continued, until she could feel his breath on her core, tantalisingly close, and torturously warm.

“Luke.”

He groaned at his name in her mouth, dropping his lips to her centre, and sucking her swollen clit gently as she gasped for air, feeling sensations she’d never experienced before.

“Holy fuck, Luke.”

He snickered and slipped his tongue between her folds, moaning quietly at the first taste of her.

“You taste incredible.”

Kennedy tried to laugh, but was cut off by his tongue moving inside of her again, eliciting a desperate moan from her as her hand tugged at his hair. Luke groaned into her and pulled away, reaching a hand up to wipe his lips. Whining at the loss of contact, Kennedy looked up, and found him watching her with heavy-lidded eyes, his lips and chin shining with her wetness.

“Shit that’s hot.”

He smirked, and let his hand drift between her legs, rubbing her clit lazily as he moved on top of her.

“I know I am.”

She rolled her eyes, but lifted her head to kiss him, sighing as his lips moved against hers. Her hands trailed up and down his back, nails scratching lightly at the defined muscles. She dug her nails in as his fingers slipped between her folds again, and he moaned into her mouth, biting at her lip.

“That feel good?”

He nodded, and started to kiss down her jawline, sucking on her pulse point for a moment, revelling in the noise she made.

“Luke, stop playing.”

He sat up and looked at her, a blushing mess, hair spread out on the blankets beneath her, lips swollen and red, pupils blown out in such a way that she looked truly breathtaking. His eyes raked over her hungrily, and he shrugged, reaching into his back pocket and dropping a condom onto the ground beside her.

“You want something, take it.”

He sat back on his heels, eyes never leaving her body, as she chewed on her lip nervously. He thought she was going to change her mind, was prepared to get slapped or help her get redressed- but instead she sat forward, legs either side of him, her hands going straight to his belt. Luke’s eyes rolled back in his head as her hand came into contact with him through his boxers, the minimal touch enough to have him aching for more. Kennedy’s hands were warm, and he bit back a moan as her fingers snuck under the waistband of his boxers, her other hand pushing his jeans lower on his hips. Her touches were shy, until they weren’t, and she wrapped a hand around him tightly, pulling gently. She was on her knees now too, he noticed, their heads almost at the same height. Luke’s head dropped forward onto her shoulder as her thumb circled his head, biting into her as he struggled not to groan. All he wanted to do was pin her on her back, arms above her heads, and fuck her into next week- but he wanted to make sure she was alright. He loved Kennedy, and he didn’t want to scare her. That sentiment was abandoned as soon as she moved forward, his head lifting to see what she was doing. Luke’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he felt her lips wrap around his head, tentative, but definitely there. He dropped a hand to her hair, stroking it as he tried to function, while she sucked him gently, her tongue dipping into his slit, circling his head. And then her hand was pumping what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, and he couldn’t help himself, bucking his hips up by accident. She gagged, and at first he was afraid he’d hurt her, so he stopped - but then she moaned, the vibrations against his cock too perfect to handle. He nearly combusted right there and then, tugging on her hair, to pull her off. She looked up at him, eyes watering slightly from being gagged, and she looked utterly fucked.

“On your back.”

She smiled slightly, lowering herself back onto her elbows, legs spread perfectly for him. His eyes darkened as he saw her core, dripping wet and glistening. He wanted nothing more than to see her in all her beauty, tearing that stupidly innocent dress off of her, but the impending reappearing of his bandmates meant it was far too risky. So he settled between her legs, jeans still around his hips, watching her face for any signs of uncertainty or fear. But she looked how he felt, lips parted, bottom lip rolling between her teeth. Luke let his fingers ghost against her core, though he knew he didn’t need to, to check she was ready, before slipping them between his lips and looking directly into her eyes as he sucked her taste off of him. Kennedy moaned and threaded her fingers through his belt loops, pulling his hips down to meet hers. His cock bumped against her thigh, and both of them stiffened at the touch.

“You sure?”

Luke reached for the condom lying beside them, tearing the foil with his teeth before sitting up a little to roll it on. When there was no answer, he looked up, meeting her eyes. She smirked and nodded, knowing she’d made him panic slightly. Luke rolled his eyes and smacked her thigh gently, before pushing her knee up, making room for himself between her legs. Kennedy’s hand drifted along his shoulder, tugging on the curls at the nape of his neck in anticipation. Luke teased her, tapping the head on her clit a few times before pushing a little at her entrance, licking his lips when she moaned. Just before he moved, he reached for her hand, interlocking their fingers. Kennedy raised her eyebrows in surprise, looking to their hands and smiling slightly, before she felt Luke push all the way into her, feeling simultaneous waves of pain and pleasure course through her body. She groaned, and squeezed his hand tightly, her eyes fluttering shut as she tried to get used to the stretch. He bit his lip above her, whispering.

“Sorry. Figured it’d be better in one go?”

She rolled her eyes, but squeezed his hand, letting him know it was fine.

“Just- Just gimme a sec.”

He nodded, thumb rubbing over the back of her hand as he looked over her face. Even with her eyes shut, she was beautiful, he thought, as a soft smile floated onto his lips. Kennedy’s eyes opened, and she looked up at him, giving a slight nod. Luke slid out slowly, pushing back in and groaning at the feeling of her walls around him.

“Fuck. You’re so tight Ken, you feel amazing.”

Kennedy whimpered beneath him, the pain ebbing away and leaving nothing but pleasure. She lifted her hips off the ground, begging for more. Luke rested one hand beside her shoulder, and left the other intertwined with hers, as he began to pull out of her again, leaning further forward before thrusting back in. Kennedy forgot how to breathe for a moment, pulling hard on Luke’s hair as her eyes rolled back in her head.

“There we go. That good?”

Luke’s voice had a hint of a laugh in it, proud of himself for the way he was making her feel.

“Shut up, stop talking, do it again.”

She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him down to her, joining their lips as she moaned through his steady thrusts. Needing more, she lifted her knees, wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling him in tighter. They both groaned at the new angle, Luke’s thrusts getting faster as they appreciated the how deep he could suddenly get. His tongue explored her mouth, pants and sighs breaking through their kiss every few seconds, before they stopped trying, and he dropped his head to her shoulder, leaving open mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulder. Kennedy tilted her head back, starting to move her hips in time with Luke.

“Harder.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper, but Luke heard her, lifting his head to look at her slightly.

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch-” Before he could make a smart comment, Kennedy pulled his hips into hers hard with her ankles, bringing their lips back together.

“I said, harder.”

He laughed through his moan, obeying her request and starting to fuck her. The hands that were intertwined still lay by their sides, Kennedy gripping him tightly. She tried to break apart, wanting to reach down and touch herself as she felt the heat in her stomach begin to knot and flood her senses.

“I don’t think so.”

Luke caught on to her intentions, and pushed their hands up above her, giving himself new leverage and making it possible to slam into her even harder. Kennedy moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back in her head as Luke hit every spot inside of her, making her feel incredible.

“Don’t move.”

He warned her with his eyes, before letting go of her hand, and reaching between them, his thrusts never faltering. Kennedy whimpered as he touched her, her legs tensing.

“I’m so close, Luke, I’m-” He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her lips, softer than the previous ones.

“I’m right there with you. Cum for me.”

That was all it took, and suddenly her legs were shaking, and soft moans were leaving her lips, the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced racking through her body. The feeling of Luke pulsing inside her as he stilled only made the feeling that much more intense, as he collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck.

“Holy fuck.”

Luke breathed, moving his head to the side so he was looking at the side of her face. Before he could stop himself, he pressed a kiss to the side of her jaw, blushing after he pulled away. He sat up, and started to pull out of her slowly, eyes shutting as he tried not to focus on how good she felt. Kennedy whined at the sudden emptiness, and he couldn’t help but smile as he threw the condom into a bag of trash, before tucking himself back into his jeans and returning to his place between her legs. He ran a hand up her still trembling legs, reaching her centre as she tensed, moving away from him.

“Relax, we’re done. You’re good.”

He pulled her underwear back into place and pulled the skirt of her dress back down, lying down beside her. She curled into him instinctively, resting her head on his bare chest.

“You okay?”

She looked up at him, her cheeks still pink, looking impossibly innocent after what they’d just done.

“Perfect. I- yeah. Thanks, Luke.”

He raised his eyebrows, noticing suddenly that his hand was in her hair, stroking it softly.

“For what?”

She shrugged, looking away from him.

“I dunno. I-It’s been nice, being near you, again.” Luke’s face fell, and his hand stilled in her hair.

“Ken-”

She sat up, running her fingers through her hair.

“Don’t, it’s fine. I get it. People drift. It’s nice to know we still have something to connect us other than Reggie, though.” He looked at her in confusion, sitting up beside her.

“Amazing sexual chemistry. I might have to pretend I hate you 24/7, but at least I get a decent fuck out of it afterwards, right?” The bitter tone in her voice didn’t go unnoticed, but for some reason, Luke didn’t say a word, instead watching as she stood on shaky legs, grabbing her bag.

“I’m gonna head home. I’ll see you at school. Bye, Luke.”

He watched as she left, falling back onto the blanket’s in a state of shock once he heard the garage door close behind her. She’d said she’d been pretending to hate him. And he’d just let the girl he’d been in love with since he was 13, leave, after taking her virginity.

Kennedy was nowhere to be found at school, and anytime he did see her, she was walking in the other direction, or busy with a group of friends. It would look weird, to speak to her at school, he decided, and instead set his mind on speaking to her at practice that night. But then she didn’t show up all week, and Reggie had to skip weekend rehearsals for a family event, and when he came back on Monday, he was still alone. The other boys noticed the change in Luke’s demeanour, with Bobby even offering to nick beer from his dad after Friday’s practice, and Alex agreeing to join in- but still, nothing. He was quiet, mopey, and the Sunset Curve boys knew it was something more than one of Luke’s moods when he turned down a trip to Downtown LA.

“Man, what’s up with you?” Luke shrugged from his spot on the sofa, not even bothering to look up at Bobby.

“Is it a girl or something? I haven’t seen you like this since-”

Luke glared at Alex, but that was all they needed. Reggie appeared on one side of him, Alex on the other, while Bobby stood across from them, triumphant grins on their faces.

“Who is she? Do we know her? What happened?”

Luke groaned and dropped his head to his knees. But he knew there was no getting out of it.

“I’m not telling you her name, you might know her from school or something, we fucked and I was a dickhead about it because she thinks I hate her but I don’t.”

He finished, and returned to his previous position, head on the back of the sofa, staring at the ceiling aimlessly.

“Easy, just tell her you don’t hate her then.” Luke’s eyes flicked to Reggie, shaking his head internally.

“I’m trying to, but she’s disappeared on me.”

Alex sat up suddenly, and Luke gave him a warning glare.

“Holy shit. No way.” Reggie and Bobby turned to the drummer, questioning looks on their faces.

“Oh, uh. Sorry. Just remembered something about my car. Luke, come help?”

Reggie shrugged, and slumped back onto the sofa, but Bobby looked skeptical. He tried to follow, but Luke shook his head.

“Don’t worry, Bobby. I got this.” He nodded towards the bassist on the sofa, and Bobby rolled his eyes, but stayed behind, moving to pick up his guitar.

“You slept with Kennedy?! When? What?” Luke glanced back to the garage, fear written all over his face.

“Last weekend. I- We’ve been fooling around for a few weeks now. I think she regretted it, she left straight afterwards after saying some shit about not hating me or whatever, but I didn’t say anything, and now she’s never going to speak to me again!”

Alex looked at his best friend, putting his hands on the shorter boys’ shoulders.

“Luke, listen to me. You broke that girl’s heart, and you know you did. You abandoned her when she started high school, and she’s never forgotten that. But it takes a literal idiot to miss how she looks at you. She’s head over heels in love with you, has been from the start. Don’t for one second try and tell yourself that isn’t true.”

Luke stared at Alex in disbelief, his mouth hanging open slightly. The blonde stared back, equally disbelieving.

“Oh my g- You actually didn’t know? Oh my god I’ve raised fucking idiots. Wow. Okay, in the car. We’re going to Reggie’s.”

Luke opened his mouth to speak, but Alex clapped a hand over his face before he could, shaking his head.

“I don’t care. In the car.”

They pulled up outside the Peters’ house, and Luke clenched his hands into fists repeatedly.

“What do I even tell her?” Alex rolled his eyes.

“Start with the truth. Go. I’m going back to Rose’s, and we’ll all have dinner here, okay? So be quick, and none of that.”

Luke couldn’t help his smirk, earning himself a harsh smack on the arm from Alex.

“Go!”

Angry Alex was scary, so Luke got out of the car, making his way round the back of the house and letting himself in the front door. He didn’t really stop to consider the fact that the 16 year old girl he was trying to visit was under the impression she was home alone- so he shouldn’t have been surprised by the sudden screaming as he reached the top of the stairs. She was wrapped in a towel, fresh out of the shower, her hair soaking wet over her shoulder, face free of makeup. Luke’s eyes widened, and he turned around, apologising profusely.

“I’m so sorry, oh my god, this was Alex’s idea, fuck. I’m sorry.”

He heard a tired sigh, and then the soft padding of feet as she walked behind him to her bedroom door.

“It’s fine. What are you doing here, Luke?”

He swallowed, and looked down at his hands.

“Uh, you haven’t been at practices and I-” She cleared her throat, and he turned to see her standing at her bedroom door.

“You look stupid. Just come in. It’s fine.”

He nodded and walked over to her, moving to sit on her bed while she stood in front of him, leaning against the wall.

“I wanted to see if you were alright.”

She shook her head as she looked at the window, a half-smile on her face.

“Really? You drove- Sorry, Alex drove you, all the way across town, so you could check if I was alright?”

Luke smiled sheepishly and nodded.

“You’ve never been a good liar, Lucas. Spit it out.”

Luke sighed and bit his lip.

“After last weekend, you disappeared. You just left, didn’t say anything, and then you didn’t show up at any rehearsals, and I couldn’t talk to you at school-” Kennedy cut in, her cheeks flushing red.

“And why couldn’t you speak to me at school, Luke? Too embarrassed? Can’t be seen with me?” Luke looked at her in astonishment, mouth dropping slightly open.

“Why would you say that?” Kennedy laughed shortly, holding onto her towel tightly.

“You’ve ignored me for nearly 3 years, Luke. You humiliated me, constantly, enjoyed watching me hurt, got some kind of kick out of seeing me being knocked down. You were my best friend. I left last weekend because I realised I can’t do that. I can’t just be another girl that you have sex with and leave. It’s fine, and I don’t regret it, but it’s just sex to you, and I can’t pretend like-”

She was cut off by Luke’s voice, strangely quiet and soft.

“You really think that? Think it was just sex to me?”

He met her eyes, and she was taken aback to find them wide, and sad.

“Ken, I’ve loved you since I was like 10. When me and Reg started being friends, I knew it could never happen, that I couldn’t do that to my friend. It was too painful to accept, and to continue to see you everyday, knowing it could never be anything, would have broken me. So I- I stopped being friends with you. I turned my hurt into your hurt, and it was better to see you hate me, than be your friend knowing you’d never love me.” He looked up at her, taking in her face.

“I’m in love with you. I live for the moments at practice when you’re on the couch studying and you think I can’t see you dancing along. I love watching you study, when you focus you kinda stick your tongue out, and when you’re with Reggie, you both just light up, like real best friends but siblings too. You love everyone, and everything, you’re always smiling, you’re insanely smart, you’re beautiful, you’re-”

A surprised grunt left him as he felt something hit him, and he looked up to find Kennedy in his lap, her hands on either side of his face.

“I love you too, Luke.” His jaw dropped, and he hardly had time to register the fact that she was only in a towel before she was kissing him fiercely, her wet hair cold against his cheek. He wasted no time in kissing her back, his hands moving to her lower back and pulling her tight against him. She moaned into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue between her lips, deepening the kiss. This feeling in his stomach, a fluttering softness that he didn’t quite recognise, started warming him from the inside out, until he laughed into their kiss, causing Kennedy to break away.

“What?” He grinned at her, resting their foreheads together.

“Since when do you even remotely like me? I made your life a living hell.” She nodded, running a hand through his hair as she bit her lip.

“You remember in 7th grade, when I wanted to learn how to skate, and you took me to the skatepark every single damn day after school, and held my hand while I stood on your board? I started crushing on you then, because you were so sweet to me. And then you grew these, and this, and I couldn’t really help myself, even if I did hate you.”

She shrugged as she squeezed his biceps and ruffled his hair playfully.

“Hey, I thought you said you were pretending to hate me?” She shrugged again, running a finger along his jawline.

“I hated you a little bit. You embarrassed me in front of the entire lacrosse team, Luke.” He raised his eyebrows at her as her finger reached his chin, biting his lip.

“The lacrosse team, huh?” She nodded, a mischievous grin working its way onto her features.

“Yeah. Hottest guys in the whole school, can’t really miss them.” He narrowed his eyes, before flipping them over so that her back was on the bed, while he rested between her legs.

“Can the lacrosse team do that?” She shrugged, not even trying to hide her smile.” He shook his head, shrugging his jacket off of his shoulders and onto the floor.

“Oh yeah? And what about this?”

He lowered his lips to her neck, sucking on her pulse point for a moment, before biting her neck, littering soft kisses along her jawline. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her head tilted back, mouth open slightly as she muttered.

“Mmhm. Totally.”

He hummed at her, before dropping a hand in between them, running his fingers up the smooth skin of her leg.

“And what about,”

He smirked at her as he felt how wet she was, slipping a finger between her folds.

“This?” She moaned as he thrust two fingers inside her, opening her eyes and dragging his lips down to hers.

“Nope.” He grinned into the kiss, holding himself up with his free arm, while his fingers worked into her, his thumb rubbing at her clit.

“Good to hear.”

Her hips bucked into his hand as they kissed desperately, only breaking apart to pull his shirt over his head. Kennedy complained loudly about the lack of contact, until she was reduced to a whimpering mess as he resumed his previous ministrations on her core.

“I think this can go, yes?”

Luke tugged at her towel gently, resting on his knees between her legs. His fingers were still going, so she was hardly capable of coherent thoughts, but somehow managed a nod. Luke swallowed and pulled the towel to the side gently, groaning at the sight of her in absolutely nothing, lying beneath him.

“All for me.”

He ran his hand over her gently, between her breasts and over her stomach, before dropping his head and kissing over her chest, sucking marks into the still damp skin. Kennedy let out a high-pitched moan as he started kissing her breasts, biting and licking marks into them. Her legs tensed up, and he applied a little more pressure to her clit as his mouth worked on her nipple.

“Cum for me, baby, come on. I got you.”

She threw her head back and moaned his name loudly, drowning out the sound of the front door opening and closing. Luke closed his eyes as her walls clenched around his fingers, resisting the urge to slam into her right then and there. He kept moving his fingers slowly, helping her through her orgasm, until she sighed breathlessly, looking at him with such adoration that he blushed. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging softly, bringing his lips to hers.

“Fuck me, Luke. Please.”

He groaned into her mouth, moving his hands to his belt as he kissed her, and shoving his jeans down his hips. He pumped his length a few times, but he was already painfully hard, so wasted no time in lining himself up with her entrance, and pushing inside slowly. Kennedy whined softly, her fingers digging into his shoulder.

“Shit. Oh my god Ken, I lo-”

He was cut off by the sound of footsteps on the stairs, Reggie’s distinctive voice carrying through the hall.

“Shit, fuck fuck fuck, this is not happening oh my-” Kennedy pushed on his chest with an infuriated glare, and he nodded, pulling out with a soft hiss.

“Right, sorry.” She rolled her eyes, pulling her towel back around her just in time before her bedroom door burst open. Luke’s face flushed red as he finished pulling up his fly.

Alex looked between them, a horrified expression making its way onto his face.

“Hey, Reggie do you want to- okay.”

Reggie barged past Alex, his smile fading quickly as he took in their dishevelled appearances. Luke waved awkwardly.

“Hey, Reg. Before you say anything, uh we, um.”

Luke looked over to Kennedy for some help, but she was busy pulling the towel tighter around her chest, hyper aware of the fact that there were now three guys in her bedroom. Four, she thought, as Bobby made his way in.

“Oh shit, hey little Peters. You good?”

Luke scowled and moved in front of her, handing her his t-shirt behind his back. Reggie stood, mouth open, looking at them.

“You’re telling me, the girl you- my SISTER? LUKE?!”

Luke held his hands up, shrugging sheepishly.

“I’m sorry man, but if it makes it better-”

Reggie shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

“My sister? Dude, low blow.” Kennedy stood up, somehow having pulled her pyjama shorts on under her towel, now dressed in Luke’s t-shirt.

“Reg. It’s fine. I love him.”

Alex’s eyebrows shot up, and Reggie’s mouth fell even further open, as they watched her slip her hand into his. Luke smiled like a goof for a moment, before his gaze turned to Bobby.

“Hear that Wilson? She’s my girl now, no looking.”

Bobby threw his hands up in defense, but was wearing a dorky grin, and winked at Luke before disappearing out of the room. Kennedy blushed at Luke calling her his girl, cuddling closer into his side. Reggie was still looking between them, confused, until he frowned slightly, pointing a finger at Luke.

“You’re not wearing a shirt- oh my god. In my house? Disgusting. I hate you both. Nope. This isn’t happening, not here-”

Kennedy panicked, grabbing Luke tightly.

“Reg, don’t overreact, he’s your best friend. It’s fine, he’s Luke. Think about how-”

Reggie shook his head impatiently.

“No, no. Not that. I don’t care you guys are dating, that’s fine, whatever. Just like. Don’t do that. Please. When I’m here. Gross.”

Kennedy blushed and hid her face in Luke’s side, who was also very red.

“Cool, so can you leave? Cause we were kinda in the middle of some-”

Kennedy smacked his bare chest, glaring at him, before stepping towards Reggie.

“Hey Reg, you’re okay with this, right? I do love him. And he- he loves me.” Reggie raised his eyebrows at her.

“Ken, you’re asking me if you can date my best friend, aka make him my brother. Why would I say no?”

She grinned and threw her arms around him, hugging him tight. Reggie hugged her back, before pushing her towards Luke, and pointing a finger at him.

“I’m fine with it. But if you hurt her, I kill you. I have a very nice car. I will use it.”

Luke nodded with a grim expression, wrapping an arm around Kennedy’s waist and pressing a kiss into her hair. Alex watched with a smug smirk, arms crossed.

“Anyway, we’ll let you guys get back to it. Let’s go, Reg.”

Reggie’s face contorted in horror, and Kennedy groaned, flipping Alex off.

“Hey, don’t be rude. I’m the one who convinced him to grow a pair of balls and tell you.”

Kennedy crossed her arms and tilted her head.

“And I’d be playing with those balls right now, but you’re still here. So fuck off before I decide I don’t care about boundaries.”

Alex gagged and ran down the corridor, leaving Reggie to stand with a look of slight disgust on his face.

“Okay. Well. That’s disgusting. I don’t want to be an uncle. And if that does happen, Luke, kiss it goodbye.”

Luke’s eyes widened, and Kennedy laughed, pushing Reggie out of the room, and closing the door behind him. She turned back to Luke, biting her lip.

“Anyway. Where were we?”

He grinned, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to his chest.

“Just give me a sec. Check this out.”

He leaned behind her and opened her door, shouting down the stairs.

“Yo Bobby, you got a condom?”

A high pitched scream sounded from the kitchen, followed by the slamming of the front door, and then sudden silence. Kennedy ran to her window, looking out to see Reggie sitting in the front seat of his car, looking incredibly upset, as Bobby raked around the glovebox. Bobby looked up at the window, grinning when he saw her, before holding up a strip of condoms, waving them around. Luke laughed from behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“So we’re doing this, huh?”

He nodded, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.

“Yeah we are. I love you.” Kennedy smiled and watched as Bobby got back in the car, presumably having put the condoms through the letterbox. A middle finger appeared from the back window, definitely Alex’s, and she turned to face Luke.

“I love you too.”

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isabella-111 · 2 years

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ahhh omg! i saw you shipping people so i really want to do it <333

(i love your writing so so so much)

okay okay so, i’m 5’3 she/her with shoulder length brown hair with bangs, i have those wire circle glasses and i feel like a dress like a mixture between dark academia, and fairy grunge. I’d consider myself a perfectionist, especially when it comes to academics, i love romance novels, chai tea, and indie music. I cry a lot, like A LOT, like pretty much in any movie or book or touching moment i’m the one sobbing (an ugly sobbing). i’d consider myself a hopeless romantic, but i’ve never been in a relationship because i tend to move pretty slow before i get comfortable with the person (that’s probably too much to unpack LOL) oh! i’m bisexual, and a lover of the arts (both theatre and drawing). I’d consider myself an introvert and I typically only have a couple friends. friends to lovers is my life <3, and i’m obsessed with mutual pining.

if you could pair me with someone from the marauders era my life would be made :]]]

i ship you with regulus or dorcas

A/n : I couldn’t choose so I’ll let you choose . Also sorry it took so long for me to answer your request its been a busy day but i hope you like it :)

Regulus

- you reggie met through James . You guys definitely had a friendship before he asked you out and when he first asked you out. He didn’t say it was a date but you had the idea . It went something like :

Reggie : hey y/n wanna go to hogsmeede with me tomorrow

You : yah sure

*day of *

Reggie : heyy ready to go

You : yah one sec * you said tying your shoe* ready

Reggie: before i forget mon ami i brought you these *he handed you the loveliest light pink tulips *

You : aw reggie thats so sweet of you thank you *hugs reggie * im gonna leave these here cause i dont want to mess them up * you put the flowers on your side table then get going *

*fast forward to the end of the night*

Reggie : * laughing at something you said *

You : hey im glad you invited me today

Reggie : im glad i invited you too

You : * smiles *

Reggie : i know this is random chèrie but i hope you would consider this a date cause i would love to go on another...if you would want to *he said startly off confidently but then seeming to lose it all *

You : i would love to reggie * you kiss his cheek*

Reggie : *blushing a shit ton* * mentally cursing out his pail skin for letting the red hue show so much*

- regulus is always there for you when your sad whether its a big warm hug or some time alone with a good book and a cup of tea (chai) . no matter what he know exactly what to do to make you feel better

- you and reggie are reading and cuddles type people ( will make more sense later)

- one day when you guys were laying i bed you started sketching regulus cause he just looked beautiful and he was so awkward about it but he likes feeling special and now you have a journal filled with sketches of him .

Dorcas

- picnic dates and record store dates are a go too

- unlike you and Sirius you and dorcas are cuddles and movie type people

- dorcas 100% bought you tickets to your favorite play for your anniversary

- you and dorcas were best friends before you started dating i think dorcas told you she liked you first well she kissed you. This is how i image it

*You and dorcas studying *

You : hey dorcas I don’t get this s-

Dorcas * kisses you *

You : * shocked but kisses back*

Dorcas : * breaks kiss * wow um sorry i just have been wanting to do that for forever

You : no yah its um its ok i mean i dont mind like at all

Dorcas : y/n i really like you would you maybe wanna go on a date with me ?

You : yah I’d love to

The rest was history

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localspacelesbian · 3 years

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britgate? aussiegate? and now canadagate? i do not understand and i cannot relate, but i also kind of love it and want to participate, so hear me out: midwestgate?

(this got longer than i was expecting, so i put it under a read more)

(feel free to add your own)

@penguin-writes-books helped me out a little with this and she insists that they should be from evanston, il because 'vibes' so ok sure why not. what's a 14 hour drive to get some runza?

[id: photo of a green pop mmachin at Runza that says "the debate: pop or soda please note: you are in the midwest and the correct answer is pop. #PopNotSoda"]

the band has definitely almost broken up over pop vs soda. more than once

rose's (now julie's) garden has taken over the molina's backyard. they have so many extra vegetables, they couldn't pay people to take them all away. reggie gets really into helping them can, and especially loves when tia victoria teaches him her salsa recipe (also peeling tomatoes to can them is a fun sensory experience)

the whole squad is now spoiled and refuses to eat tomatoes that aren't home grown

reggie 100% lives on a ranch and thinks that makes him a cowboy (he tries teaching the others how to ride a horse. some of them handle it better than others)

it's like at least half an hour out of the city, and reggie's had a school permit since he was 14 (he's technically been driving since he was 10, but don't tell anyone) (luke is bitter because reggie's a better driver than him)

bobby "i could never hurt an animal" wilson will only eat meat from reggie's family's ranch because he knows the animals there are treated well

anytime they drive anywhere, reggie has to point out every single horse he sees. there are a lot of them

reggie has a fascination with car henge and insists they stop anytime they happen to be in the vicinity (which is like an 8 hour radius)

they go tanking (idk if this is a thing outside of ne actually but whatever) and alex hates it so much but he refuses to let them go without him

similarly, reggie has a "pool" at his ranch that's actually just a livestock tank

luke is That Bitch who drowns everything in ranch. literally everything. and he does not care what ranch. usually it's whatever they've stolen recently from various restaurants or it's like off-off-brand. he considers hidden valley 'fancy'

oh and this shit?

[id: Heinz ad featuring mayomust, kranch, and mayocue sauces.]

luke loves it. he thinks it's the best thing ever invented. alex is personally offended by it because mixing sauces is an art

also their high school is literally in the middle of a cornfield. that's just how it be sometimes

and the henry doorly zoo! look, i know there are other zoos, and if they're in illinois there are almost certainly closer ones, but the omaha zoo is iconic, ok? (my drawing of texas is 100% based off a stuffed penguin i got there) the 14 hour drive is worth it

reggie runs to try to see everything in the one day (literally impossible but go off)

luke's phone background is a picture of julie in the butterfly pavillion surrounded by butterflies (alex calls him a simp, but his is willie staring at the jellyfish)

luke gets spooked when a bat flies over his head in the jungle, and bobby laughs and then immediately gets startled by another one

they lose alex in the aquarium because he simply cannot stop staring at the fish as they swim over him in the tunnel

willie buys him a stuffed shark and he almost starts crying right there (he pays him back at the adler when they go to chicago) (reggie, willie, and flynn are obsessed with the adler but also hate that it's in chicago because light pollution)

willie and flynn shit talk the bean ("cloudgate? he's so pretentious. it's a fucking bean") so much

(i still say chicago doesn't count as midwest but whatever)

#jatp #midwestgate #headcanons #i'm sorry i had to #most of these are reggie cause he has the most midwest energy #i need more for julie and flynn but my brain doesn't want to come up with any #it knows they're too good for the midwest #can you tell i'm from nebraska? god i could go for a runza right now #would it be too much to ask my family to bring me some when they come down for my graduation?

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pink-flame · 3 years

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Lucky it Was Hotdogs

So! This is my gift for the @jatp-gift-exchange celebrating 6 months since the show came out. I just so happened to be assigned my friend @tmp-jatp as my giftee. Which is awesome because she’s awesome. She asked for angst and my first thought was my reputation is just going to get worse. 😂 And then I started writing, started over, changed to a different prompt two more times...had a few breakdowns but here we are! Basically all of my friends had to hear about my spiral the last couple of days so thank you and my apologies. 🙏

T, I hope you like it! 💜💜💜

In some ways Luke thinks that it’s lucky it was hot dogs.

Of course, if he had been asked to choose a way to go back in 95 he probably would have said old and in his sleep. Or maybe he would have been a smart ass and said jumping the grand canyon on a motorcycle or playing an epic show in bad weather and having some sort of electrical incident (Reggie wasn’t the only one who had been involved in that amp incident not that he was in a hurry to tell Alex that). Contaminated hot dogs in an alley on the night of their big break probably wouldn’t have occurred to him and it definitely wouldn’t have cracked the top ten list of his requests.

But now that he’s in the future, with his band and with Julie and with their dreams once again a real possibility...he thinks the hot dogs would have been the right choice.

The truth is it doesn’t matter how tragic it is that three kids had their lives cut short at the same time it’s always going to be at least a little bit funny that they went from death by hot dog. It lets him use the tragedy as a means of teasing Julie as she bites into her sandwich and it lets Willie give Alex an affectionate nickname that’s only a little in bad taste. It lets Reggie hover behind Ray when Julie’s dad gets the grill out and clutch his stomach dramatically in a reenactment for his friends amusement. It lets Julie look at Luke like the fact that he is a ghost is mildly exasperating but not inherently upsetting, not like it would be if he was a walking reminder of a car accident or the cancer that took her mom.

So yeah, it’s lucky it was hot dogs.

Except...sometimes Luke wishes that it wasn't.

Sometimes he wishes that he had died from an illness or an accident or anything that would prompt someone to look at him and ask if he wanted to talk about it. Because...he does. Just sometimes. Wants to talk about how much it hurt. Wants to talk about how scared he was. Wants to talk about how even though being able to make music still (being able to make music with Julie) matters most it does bother him.

It bothers him that Julie is the only lifer he can touch (even though she would clearly be his first choice).

It bothers him that he fades into non-existence as soon as they stop playing.

It bothers him that he can’t even thank Julie’s dad for hosting their garage gig or show her brother that he’s holding it all wrong when he catches him strumming lightly on Luke’s guitar one day.

It bothers him that he won’t ever be anything other than what he is, a teenager with a guitar and a longstanding suspicion about the consequences of wearing sleeves while performing.

It bothers him that Julie will always be what she is now (an amazing teenage girl with a wrecking ball voice and a heart big enough to keep them with her through sheer force of will) but she will also become so much more.

An adult.

Someone with a job and a family and…

He can’t think about it.

Except he does.

Not all the time but often enough, especially at night when Alex is off with Willie and Reggie is watching tv with an unsuspecting Ray and Luke is wishing more than anything that he could find the escape of sleep.

So usually he ends up writing when he feels like this, seeking out the familiar sensation of pen flying over paper, words tumbling from the deepest recesses of his mind to collect into the shape of a song.

I know I’m being selfish

But feeling alive isn’t being alive

Feeling you breathe isn’t breathing

I just want this feeling forever

Instead I count every moment I’m stealing

“Why are you writing in the dark?” Julie’s amused voice cuts through the silence causing him to jump, a remnant of a time when he had anything to fear other than his own uncertain future.

He’s not sure if it’s a ghostly superpower or just the fact that he had been peering at his notebook from only about an inch away but it’s true, he hadn’t bothered to turn the light on and he saw it just fine.

The dark felt more appropriate somehow when he felt like this anyway.

She flips on the light and crosses the room to sink down beside him where he’s spread out on the floor. He’s so distracted for a moment by just how Julie she always manages to be (beautiful and amazing and distracting in the best way) that he doesn’t realize that she’s reaching for his notebook until it’s too late. He tries to snatch it back fruitlessly as she turns her eyes to the words he has scrawled across the page. He hopes momentarily that she won’t be able to make out his infamously illegible handwriting but his hopes are dashed when she reads out the last few lines in a thoughtful tone. He has a brief flash of affection at the realization that she must be his soulmate if she can read his handwriting.

He’s distracted from that thought though when he sees the smile slide off of her face only to be replaced with a tight frown before she turns to face him, concern shining in her eyes.

“I’m fine,” He says quickly, hoping to prevent any of his dark mood from seeping into the girl beside him.

The girl who has already known enough darkness for a lifetime.

“Every moment you’re stealing?” She quotes back to him, setting the notebook carefully back on the floor. “That doesn’t sound fine.”

He considers brushing off her concern, playing it off, claiming he’s not even writing from his own perspective anyway, that he doesn’t know where the idea came from.

He can do that because he may be dead but the culprit was hot dogs and that gives him an out to make a dumb joke and change the subject and keep things the way they are now.

And if it was anyone else he would have. But it’s Julie. And he’s Luke.

She can read his handwriting.

And she can read him too.

If he lets her.

“You know how you said your dad made you talk to someone after your mom died?”

She tilts her head, clearly not expecting this question. She answers it anyway.

“Dr. Turner,” She nods. “Three times a week for a while.”

“Did it uh…” Luke swallows hard, his throat suddenly impossibly dry considering he was pretty sure he wasn’t actually producing spit anymore period. “Did it help?”

Julie’s hand twitches in her lap and he can tell she is deciding whether she should touch him. He reaches out to toy with the frayed edge of her jeans where they burst open at the knee. The answer to whether Julie should be touching him is always a resounding yes in his opinion but he also wants to let her come to him. It hasn’t been that long since they’ve even been able to touch each other and despite how much they crave it there’s a lingering awkwardness after all the build up.

“Talking to someone?” She asks carefully. “Yeah, it did. After a while I felt like I needed space to sort through things on my own but by then I was able to talk with my dad and Flynn too.”

He nods, keeps his eyes firmly on the hole in her jeans.

“Luke…”

Damn.

He has to look at her when she says his name like that.

He raises his eyes slowly, meeting her soft ones with nerves he can’t quite place.

“You know you can talk to me, right? Always.”

Her question is so small and yet so big at the same time. Such a simple offer containing such a big promise.

Always.

Wasn’t that the problem?

His always might not line up with hers.

He could forget that fact for a bit when the band was hanging out and laughing over nothing or rocking a crowd’s face’s off or when Julie was smiling in that certain Julie way that seemed reserved only for him.

But he couldn’t forget forever.

And he couldn’t promise always.

So where did that leave him?

“Luke?”

She breaks him from his thoughts again and he pushes past his caution this time, reaching out to link her hand with his, their fingers slotting together effortlessly despite the way one of them isn’t really there.

He isn’t really there.

Is he...real?

Luke suddenly feels a strange rush of panic, all of the thoughts he’s been pushing aside for months crashing through him at once.

He must have squeezed Julie’s hand inadvertently because he sees her flinch.

“Sorry, sorry,” He says breathlessly (not that he needs to breathe, he’s breathless, literally, he’s dead), drawing her hand up to press an apology against the skin there, his lips lingering for a long moment before he pulls away.

She’s not unaffected by his sudden actions, the way her eyes widen for a fraction of a second is proof enough of that, but she’s also determined and she doesn’t let him off the hook.

“Talk to me, Luke,” She says like an order and a request and a prayer all at once.

And he can’t deny her anything.

Not even this.

“I’m fine, I am...it’s just...I’m so happy that we ended up here with you Julie no matter what. I need you to know that ok? I just..I don’t...I don’t want…”

She waits as long as she can for him to finish that sentence but when he doesn’t seem prepared to, she leans closer, squeezes his hand, gives him that last push off the cliff he’s been teetering on the edge of for months.

“Don’t want what?”

“Don’t want to be dead.”

The words escape him in a hurried rush, one blending into another until it sounds like one long syllable of pain rather than a proper sentence. Still. He’s pretty sure the message got through.

“I know,” She says simply, her eyes sad but her touch impossibly gentle as her free hand comes up to cup his cheek. “I know, Luke, I know.”

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until she’s brushing his tears away with the delicate tips of her fingers.

And maybe he is real, at least a little bit if his eyes can still muster up the ability to leak like this and damn it why is that what he’s thinking about right now when the girl, the living girl, he loves is waiting for him to say something.

He wants to think of the perfect thing but what ends up coming out leaves a lot to be desired.

“Julie...I love making music with you. I love y...I love being in your life. But I’m dead. And maybe...maybe it would be better…”

“No,” She cuts him off firmly, gripping his chin lightly to turn his face more fully towards hers. “Whatever you think you’re about to say, the answer is no.”

“Julie…” He tries again.

She’s already shaking her head.

“I don’t care if you’re about to suggest some noble sacrifice or push me away or blame yourself for something...just...don’t.”

Any protest he has prepared dies on his lips, the slightest quirk of a smile taking their place even as a few stray tears make their way down his face.

“Ok,” He agrees simply.

Julie brings her other hand down to grip his knee as though she’s trying to keep him with her by anchoring him physically, making him part of her, making him real.

And that’s that.

It takes time.

A hundred aborted conversations with half confessions and unspoken requests for comfort and love freely given if not freely spoken.

But eventually he gets used to talking to Julie the same way he got used to writing with Julie and singing with Julie and falling in love with Julie.

So steadily he doesn’t feel the progress until one day he looks up and there’s no going back, not that he would ever want to.

He’s dead.

He can’t get around that.

He ate some bad hot dogs, and that will always be a little bit funny. It’s also sad and scary and tragic.

He’s dead.

But he’s also so alive.

He can’t promise always but he can promise as long as I’m here.

And he does.

Over and over and over again.

#JATP gift exchange #juke #jatp #my fics

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chickwiththepurpleguitar · 3 years

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For the prompts and because now I need it: Willex + Kangaroo 💕

- sunsetsandcurves

Okay! So, I know your official prompt was Willex, but I decided to do Reggie Outsider POV cause I don’t write him enough, and then it... got away from me... And I accidentally wrote Julie/Luke/Reggie again (and apparently I’m only capable of writing in Reggie’s POV if he’s pining...) but I also wrote he/they Willie on purpose this time! Anyway, hopefully you like this, but if it’s not satisfactory just drop another ask in my box and I’ll write a part two that actually has more Alex and Willie in it.

Also I kind of inadvertently referenced your last Willex flower ficlet in this lol. Anyway, enjoy :)

“Hey, Hotdog. Kangaroo.”

Reggie’s head snaps up from where he’s been peering suspiciously at a wagon of precariously-stacked apples, trying to see if he can knock them over with his mind (so far, he’s been unsuccessful). Across the aisle, Willie has just plucked a bundle of radishes (bushel of radishes? Reggie’s not well-versed in the collective nouns of vegetables) off a table and hands them to Alex, trailing obediently along behind them. Alex rolls his eyes, stuffs the radishes in his fanny pack, and leaves a couple dollars on the table.

They’re all at a Farmers’ Market by Julie’s school. She had to go to do research for an Economics project, and she graciously let her ghosts boys (and Willie) tag along. They’re having one of their “visibility to lifers is hard” days, so (as Willie has continuously reminded them) they could probably steal whatever produce they want and get away with it. But Julie gave them each a stern talk and twenty dollars at the entrance, so Alex has put it upon himself to pay for everything Willie tries to convince him to smuggle away in his fanny pack.

Alex and Willie move on to a station selling flowers, and Reggie abandons his apple staring contest to bound along behind them. He hopes Willie will say again what Reggie thinks he just said, because Reggie might have just imagined it but he doesn’t know how to ask.

Luckily, he doesn’t have to wait long. Willie plucks a pretty purple flower out of a pile and tucks it behind Alex’s ear (Alex wrinkles his nose out of instinct, but it’s not like he still has hayfever as a ghost). Then, Willie grabs a handful of seed packets, stuffs them in Alex’s hands, and says, “Kangaroo.”

Reggie’s mouth drops open. So they did say it! He scans his surroundings, craning his neck to see all the way to the entrance of the Farmers’ Market, but there’s no sign of an Australian marsupial anywhere. Not that Reggie had really been expecting to see one in the middle of Los Angeles, California, but why else would Willie be talking about them unless he’d seen one?

Reggie spins in a full circle until he catches sight of Luke and Julie over by the baked goods. He spares one last glance back at Alex and Willie (who seem to be bickering over the ethics of stealing flower petals out of the trash now) and then poofs across the market, appearing next to Luke and Julie by a stand selling bread and cookies.

“Hey, Reg,” Luke says without looking up. He’s got a chocolate chip cookie in one hand and a frosted sugar cookie in the other, and he’s looking back and forth between them like they’re the players of an extremely entertaining tennis match.

Reggie shoots Julie a questioning look. She rolls her eyes fondly and explains, “I told him he can only have one cookie. He’s been trying to decide for the last twenty minutes.”

“I’m narrowing it down,” Luke insists.

Julie laughs, and the sound sends a burst of fluttery happiness through Reggie’s chest. He grins, and almost forgets what he came over here to say in the first place, until Julie says, “Anyway. What have you been getting yourself up to, Reggie?”

He rocks back and forth on his heels. “Not too much. Bought some kiwis. Had an altercation with an apple cart. Mostly just third-wheeled Alex and Willie.”

He tries not to sound too bitter about it, but he’s not sure it works. He loves his friends, so much, and of course he wants them to be happy, but he can’t deny he feels a little left out sometimes, when they all pair off for date night, or hold hands on the sidewalk, and Reggie’s just… there.

(Part of him wants to find someone for himself, so that they can be three couples instead of two. Another, much more repressed, part of him wants there to still only be two couples, just… one of them has three people in it. He doesn’t know if that’s something he’s allowed to want, though, or even something that’s okay to think about, so he tries not to, and he doesn’t say a word about it to anyone, especially not Luke or Julie.)

“Aw, Reg,” Julie says, drawing him back to the present. She puts a hand on his arm, and Reggie beams, hoping he’s not blushing too visibly. “Well, I don’t know if third-wheeling us is any better, but you’re welcome to hang out!”

Reggie deflates. Right. Still third-wheeling. Because they’re still LukeAndJulie. And Reggie’s just there.

He pastes on a grin and deftly changes the subject. “Anyway, I wanted to ask you guys—you haven’t seen a kangaroo around here anywhere, have you?”

Luke finally looks up from his cookies to give Reggie one of his patented Hey, Reg, you’re a dumbass looks (they used to be insulting, but considering Reggie’s been on the receiving end of them since literally 1978, he’s used to them by now).

Julie, ever the angel, just settles for a politely confused frown and repeats, “Kangaroo?”

“Yeah,” Reggie says. “Willie kept saying stuff to Alex about a kangaroo, but I didn’t know if they meant, like, a real kangaroo or a stuffed one or something, but I didn’t see either, so I figured I’d ask you guys.”

Luke frowns thoughtfully. “Are you sure it’s not a gay thing? Maybe it’s a gay thing.”

Julie whacks him with her purse. “It is not a—who are you?” While Luke rubs his arm with a pout, she asks Reggie, “What was the context for this?”

“There wasn’t any!” Reggie insists. “He just kept handing Alex stuff to put in his fanny pack and saying, ‘Kangaroo.’”

Julie pulls her phone out of her back pocket, muttering, “Hold up. Maybe…” She types for a second, Luke attempting to slip both cookies in her purse while she’s distracted (she swats his hand away without looking up), and then exclaims, “Here we go!” and holds her phone out for Reggie to see. “In some countries, that belt bag Alex wears is referred to as a kangaroo! Cause it’s a pouch, I guess.”

“Definitely a better name than fanny pack,” Luke muses, guiding Julie by the wrist to turn the phone around for him. They bend their heads together, giggling over whatever article Julie found, and Reggie’s enthusiasm fades into a hardened pit in his stomach.

He mutters an awkward goodbye and poofs back across the market, not bothering to wait for Luke and Julie to notice.

An hour later, Reggie returns to the bakery stand and buys the last chocolate chip cookie (since Luke eventually chose the frosted one). When he catches up with his friends at the exit, he sidles up between Alex and Willie, holds the cookie out, and says, “Hey, Alex! Can you please put this in your…” He pauses dramatically and winks at Willie. “Kangaroo?”

“Oh, my god,” Alex sighs, dropping his head into his hands.

“Eyyy!” Willie cheers, giving Reggie an enthusiastic fist bump. “I knew it’d catch on!”

Reggie grins. He’s okay being the third wheel on good days like this. He just loves his friends so much.

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we keep him alive

a response to this post by @thedeathdeelers

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“You’ll have the sorts of abilities very few other ghosts get to have, very few indeed. The kind of abilities only I have the power to grant you. You’ll get to go and complete that unfinished business you left on this earth when you died. Tie up all the loose ends, and all that. And when you finish and your time is up, you’ll come back to me. Do we have a deal?”

“Wh-what’s the catch?” Reggie’s eyes practically glow in the dim light. They’re wide. His face never looks so young as it does whenever he’s scared.

“A clever one, you. In payment for me allowing you to complete that which you never got a chance to do in your time allotted, in payment for borrowed time, you shall serve my needs for a proportional amount of time. I’ll give you enough time to complete all it is you still need to do, don’t worry about that. You’ll just return to me at the end of it.”

“Service like what?” Alex prompts.

“Oh, nevermind that, that’s for later. What you need to consider now is whether this is worth it to you. Do you want to live your dreams? Find love? Find a true, complete family, a home? More than that measly ragtag band of brothers you three formed. Something real and more? Something alive? Is it worth it for you to have all you ever wanted and more, in return for a few short years of afterlife with me? Come on, boys, it’s an offer you can’t refuse.”

Luke, Reggie, and Alex exchange nervous glances. An entire conversation elapses in a moment through their eyes.

Then Luke takes the lead. He reaches his hand out to shake. He grasps it and they shake, solidifying their deal. After Luke, so do Alex and Reggie.

Their wrists sting, and they look down to see a stain across the skin on the inside of each of their wrists: Three equal lines, arranged in a formation where they reach out from the middle to the points of an equilateral triangle. The dark marks are clearly visible even in the lacking light, etched black against their pale and suddenly clammy skin.

“One more thing, boys. When the time comes, if you are touching anyone but each other, they will be brought back as well, to help pay your debt to me. It’s a way I can get my time returned to me at a quicker rate. Because you know, time is valuable.” He laughs. “You probably know that better now than you ever did while you were alive.

“And how will we know when the time comes?” Luke asks.

“You will know.”

“You know, you don’t seem so wise, for the Wise Man. You’re just a broker for the desperate.”

“Do you want to repeat that, Alexander?”

Alex gulps. His jaw stays clenched. All three of them, probably all four of them know that even though he may just be a ‘broker for the desperate’, they were nothing if not desperate.

“You’ve already made your deal with me. Now it’s time for me to fill my part of it, before you fill yours.”

~~~

The time is coming. Luke can feel it. His mark, his stamp, tattoo, brand, whatever, has been pulsing for months, throbbing for weeks, aching for days, searing for hours. At regular intervals, the pain comes over him for an instant. He’s dealt with it the entire time he’s been here, like a second slower heartbeat in his wrist. A constant reminder that every minute they spent here was borrowed. He grimaces and grips his wrist tightly with his opposite hand. Elsewhere, Reggie and Alex surely hiss through their teeth in tandem with Luke.

Julie is there. Julie is always there. As soon as Luke’s muscles aren’t tensed anymore, he digs his nose even deeper into the skin of her neck and they hold each other tight. Neither wants to ever let go, even though they both know a goodbye is inevitable – and fast approaching.

They’re in the studio, because where else would they ever be? It’s a far cry from how it looked six years ago when they first arrived. The walls are plastered with posters advertising Julie and the Phantoms playing at various venues all across America. The plants have been changed out multiple times in the years Luke has “lived” here. Yet some things also always stayed the same: the pink dahlia curtains on the windows and the knitted throw blanket on the couch. This is home.

The others are spending their final moments with those they found during their second chance. They’ll have forever with each other, but only now with these. Willie. Ray. Carlos. Luke doesn’t blame them for spending every last second with those they’ve come to love most. Isn’t that exactly what he’s doing too?

Except-

The others don’t know yet, what Luke did.

“Please, let me take it from them. You said debts can transfer onto others, so they can transfer onto me. I’ll serve triple the time. I’ll do it.”

Luke winces again but he tries to hide it. Julie notices. Julie always notices. She squeezes her arms around his torso once and starts rubbing her hands up and down his back. She would whisper sweet nothings in his ear if only they could trick themselves into believing nothing was something.

He hears her sniffle. Luke leans back, loosening his arms around her waist. Her hair is a mess but his is even worse. Her eyes are shining but she’s doing her best to keep herself together for Luke. As if, if only she were strong enough, she could bear the weight of both their pain. He swipes away a stray tear on her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

They’re grieving prematurely, because they know there’ll be no opportunity after.

Luke’s mark pulses twice, quickly.

A warning.

Time’s almost up.

Luke pulls away from Julie, and she tries to cling to him.

“Please, Luke-”

“It’s time, Julie. I can’t- You know what’ll happen, if- if we stay like this. I can’t.”

She clings harder. “It’s worth it. To me. It’s worth it.” She’s pleading with him, and his heart shatters. She should never have to plead with anyone. She’s Julie Molina. This shouldn’t be happening to her.

“Not to me, it isn’t. I couldn’t live with myself if you came too.”

Three pulses.

“I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t.” Her voice breaks and her lips are curling outwards.

He takes a deep breath in and can feel his own eyes threatening to overflow. At once they pull back together in the center of the room. She digs her face into his chest and he envelopes her in his arms. They hold each other tighter than ever before, and Luke can’t bear the thought of trying to let go again.

Four pulses.

Luke buries his face in the hair on the top of her head and presses his lips to her scalp. She turns her head so her cheek is pressed against him and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“Julie, I need you to listen to me,” Luke murmurs against her head. His voice is muffled, but amid only the sounds of their two hearts beating, it’s impossible to miss. “It’s going to be okay after I leave. You’re going to be okay.”

She shakes her head – whether that’s a denial that he’ll leave or a denial that she’ll be okay, he can’t tell.

Three pulses. It’s a countdown now.

“Yes, you will,” he insists. “I’ll still be here, in you. Just like your mom, Julie. She’s alive in you.”

“That’s different, Luke.”

“It’s no different at all.”

He reaches around behind his back for her hands and finds them, clutching to the fabric of his shirt. Gently he eases her fingers free and grips her hands in his. He brings them back around to be held between them, forcing space to open up between the two.

Two pulses.

“Luke, please,” she pleads again. “Please, no.”

Luke rubs his thumbs over the back of Julie’s knuckles. They’re white with how hard she’s trying to hold to him. She’s always been his anchor, but today she can’t be anymore. He won’t let it happen.

She brings him in one final time and this time they meet at their lips, in a kiss that doesn’t say nearly everything that is left to be said. Luke knows she’s trying to keep him there long enough that the deadline will pass with them together as one. He keeps one hand intertwined with hers down at their waists, but he draws her other hand up so she can caress his face one more time, the way she always liked to do. His own hand rests on top of hers there.

One pulse.

Now or never.

Luke breaks off the kiss and once again Julie has tears escaping her eyes. “Luke, no,” she makes one last bid to stop him or change his mind. “Let me come, too.”

Luke uses their joined hands to push her away as he feels heat begin to build in his wrist. She stumbles and falls backwards onto the sofa, and he takes three large steps backwards.

He meets her eyes just after she swipes at them with her sleeve. “Keep me alive, yeah?”

“Luke!” Julie calls his name in an anguished cry that haunts him from the moment he hears it. It’s worth it to keep her safe.

The heat rises and rises in his wrist, from a searing red to a white-hot all-consuming pain coursing through his every vein. A scream rips from his throat. He keeps moving away even as his vision begins tunneling, anything to keep her from reaching him before he goes.

The fire burns him up from the inside out, feeling like a constant electrocution of the highest current going through every single pore. His vision tunnels more and more, until everything is black.

And then the pain is gone, and it takes a moment for his cry to melt away, too. He opens his eyes – he didn’t know they’d been squeezed shut tight – and sees that dim dark room he hasn’t seen for six years.

“Welcome back.”

The doors to the studio slam open and Julie startles from her stupor trance. Her eyes widen when they land on Reggie and Alex.

“How are you still here?”

“Where is he?” Alex demands.

Julie shakes her head. She wants the anguish back. She wants the grief back. This numbness is too much. “He- he’s gone. He left. I- I thought you two did too.”

Alex storms through the small space, checking behind large furniture and pounding the bathroom door open as if to make sure Julie wasn’t lying.

“We thought we’d be gone, too,” Reggie explains. “We don’t know what happened.”

Alex returns. “He’s not here,” he growls. “We were supposed to go back, it was supposed to be all three of us. Damn bastard took our place!” Alex slams his fist against the wall.

Julie gapes. “He could do that?”

Alex throws his hands up and paces back along the floor. With Alex’s back to them, Reggie answers.

“Maybe? We think so? I don’t know, it wasn’t really clear.”

“So is he just...gone?” Julie doesn’t like how small her voice sounds. Reggie’s face and Alex’s body say everything. Yes.

“So what are we supposed to do now?” Alex poses to the room.

Julie takes a shaky breath. “We keep him alive.”

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scover-va · 2 years

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ok i havent been able to get the idea of an dnd-styled rpg inscryption/the hex au out of my head and it's physically paining me at this point (/j). So, I'm making you fuckers deal with my ramblings bc tumblr's just become a place for my to spit out ideas so they'll stop taking up space in my brain. So! Ramble under the cut since I'll be main tagging this bitch for organization purposes

So main character would be Inscryption's Challenger, and I'm thinking maybe the entire party of em is just. Different versions of the Challenger designs in Inscryption? Either that, or the Challenger is accompanied by Luke, Kaycee, and Lionel. Not Carla tho, I got villain plans with her. Tempted to go with the several Challenger designs idea, but then I'd need to come up with names, so. Y'know.

I dont know how im gonna have the world set up, but I'm thinkin the Scrybes now have land they rule over? Maybe not kingdoms for all of em, but yknow. Only issue with that is that I'd need to figure out how to fit the hex characters in, so what I'll probably do is just having them having authority in smaller areas. So like, taking inspo from Leshy's ties to Slavic mythology, he'd be king of the forest. Grimora might be an infamous necromancer, I havent fully figured these guys out yet.

But i DO have six other characters figured out so ohoHO buckle down, everyone.

Because I refuse to change Rocky's general appearance if I dont have to, Rocky was kidnapped from a young age and experimented on. By who? I'll figure that out eventually. Anyways, so in those few years, Rust was searching for him day and night, and eventually found the people that took Rocky. I have him planned to be a rogue in the rpg au, so yknow. Breaks in, kills some people, has a very heartfelt reunion with his kid, while also. Internally being very fucking angry that these assholes experimented so goddamn much on a child. He got Rocky out safe, and they're now travelling the lands for a place to call home, while Rust is. Also looking for the people who were running the operation, since they weren't there. I am. Considering making Reggie and Jeremiah full on villains for this. So. We'll see what happens. Other idea is Irving and the Gameworks/Gamefuna. I'll figure that out later. Rust and Rocky will aid the players in exchange for helping Rust find the people who hurt his kid. Rocky's completely unaware of how much his pops wants revenge, and really just wants to find somewhere safe to call home. Too bad years of separation affected Rust so poorly

Next up, ex-sorceress Chandrelle, who now claims to be a warlock. She's a lone traveller, and doesn't answer when asked what god she draws her power from. I'm still trying to work out how she got stuck with Vallamir, so that'll be a future ramble. But yeah, she's stuck with him. Her questline would probably have something to do with getting rid of Vallamir, but another idea would be her looking for Lazarus. I'll figure out the separation lore when I have the Vallamir lore figured out, but they got separated, and Chandrelle hasn't been able to find him. Actually I could probably make these work as one big questline tbh. We'll see. I'm thinking maybe Chandrelle got into a dangerous battle, and in order to ensure she'd be safe, made a deal with Vallamir for more power in exchange for being possessed and used at will? Anyways, yeah ok im running with this idea, big battle happens, but even tho Chandrelle's safe, Lazarus! Is not. He ends up getting taken, and now Chandrelle's just looking for closure, wanting to know what happened to him.

Next up, Lazarus! So yeah, he got taken, and I'm thinkin it's gonna be Gamefuna for this one (Gonna rename it tho so it doesnt have game in it. Name's a work in progress). Anyways, they forced him to train to be a ranger instead of a paladin, and im thinkin the organization thingy does have smth similar to guns? I'll work out the details for the weapon later. So, eventually, Lazarus manages to just barely escape, and is. Kinda on the run. Moving as far as he reasonably could from where he was, he finds an abandoned temple, and fixes it up a little, now teaching swordfighting to aspiring paladins, or just anyone who wants to use a sword.

And lastly for those I have figured out, Pike! An ex-cleric, Pike served under the wizard Magnificus, having been one of his pupils. Not sure if I'm keeping the torture trials or not, but Mags still treated his students like shit, and Pike's interest in magic started dying down when she saw some knights in passing. Deciding she wanted to be a swordfighter instead, she ran away from Mag's lands, and started training to be a swordfighter, residing in a somewhat nearby village. And one day, while picking up some food from the market, Lazarus saw her training in a nearby field. And. Well. She was doing horribly. He had walked over and gave some pointers, and it eventually just led to her being one of his students at the temple. Pike having Lazarus as a mentor is completely self indulgent on my part bc I think it's cool and funky. Go funky sword people go!!

So, jotting down some ideas for Sado and Carla, im thinking Carla's an artificer, and one of her experiments eventually led to creating Sado (censoring it bc tumblr's a bitch and i aint typing dark clown you-know-who every time). Dunno the specifics, but she does have a huge fucking grudge against Lionel for smth, and just kinda. Wants him fucking dead, whether she kills him or Sado does. So yeah, she created Sado, basically making a chaos incarnate. Sado's a mix of a rogue and a wizard, running purely on magic, so she's able to bend reality quite a bit. While Carla spends most of her time in her workshop, Sado is constantly causing issues. So yeah, those two are, like, the big bads.

I'll make more posts with more ideas later, and add in any doodles I make, but thats what I got rn

Edit: Sado's safe to mention, just cant tag her, so i fixed every mention of her <3

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maria-scribbles · 3 years

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cocoa

sick of hearing his parents fight day after day, reggie goes to the one person who knows exactly what he's going through: the pretty violinist who lives next door.

fandom: julie and the phantoms

ship: alive!reggie x reader

word count: 1.5k+

featuring: swearing (as always), fighting, allusion to an abusive relationship, general sadness, mention of a family member’s death

a/n: day 2 of my holiday challenge: hot chocolate! this is kind of depressing and i'm sorry, sad!reggie was stuck in my head and he wouldn't leave until i wrote this but it has kind of a hopeful ending tho so i guess that counts for something? this is also my first time writing for this fandom so forgive me if it sucks. as usual, unbetaed so all mistakes are my b.

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December 1994

They were fighting again. It was the same old story: his dad being an ass on purpose, his mom taking the bait, wash, rinse, repeat. Their shouts rang harshly throughout the house, gloomy and miserable despite the cheerful decorations strung up in every room and the massive Christmas tree downstairs, dressed in its festive best and looking like it came straight out of a seasonal catalog.

Reggie had gone to them at the beginning of the month, begging them not to fight, please; his everyday life was already ruined by their screaming matches and the only thing he wanted for Christmas was some peace, quiet and civility to celebrate his favorite holiday. His father had pretended not to hear his son's pleas, ignoring him completely like he always did while his mother offered a tight-lipped smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"We'll try, honey." She'd said and he knew it was a lie. His mother always lied, his father always threw a plate at her head, Reggie always wished he had the courage to run away for good, like Luke did. But he wasn't Luke, he never would be, and he just didn't have it in him to leave them, even though he was the one who came out worse for wear after each fight.

The distant shatter of ceramic drifting up the stairs was his cue to go until things cooled down again -he never stuck around after the first dish got thrown, not anymore, the scar on his arm the perfect reminder why- and so he jimmied open the window of his room and climbed down the trellis into the salty air, the crashing waves of the Pacific covering his escape like a blanket.

(He could've stormed down the stairs and slammed the door behind him and his parents still wouldn't have noticed he left but something about sneaking out and risking a broken bone made him feel alive, the same rush he felt when he was on stage, bass humming in his hands, performing alongside his bandmates and knowing they felt it, too.)

Even outside, the echoes of his parents' angry voices still rang in his ears, haunting him all the way to the house next door, its sparkling lights shining brightly and guiding him through the darkening night like a beacon. The driveway sat empty, sans for one lone bicycle haphazardly lying on its side in front of the garage and he carefully propped it up on its kickstand before climbing the stairs to the front porch.

The faint sound of a slow, somber violin came to a stop as he knocked on the door, followed by a quiet, familiar voice Reggie knew like the back of his hand.

"It's open."

He found Y/N alone on the couch, eyes downcast and fingers fiddling with the strings of the violin on her lap and she glanced up at the tap of his boots on the hardwood floor, face brightening the slightest bit at the sight of her friend rounding the corner into the living room.

The girl didn't speak as she gently placed the instrument aside and stood, meeting him halfway and throwing her arms around his neck to draw him into a crushing hug. His own arms wrapped around her waist and held her just as tightly, his head resting on her shoulder, and the warm vanilla scent of her soft hair tickling his nose helped calm the storm in his heart.

"I'm sorry, Reg." Her voice was low and soothing in his ear and he didn't know how he could possibly hold her any tighter than he already was but he managed as he replied, "I'm sorry, too."

While his parents fought like wildfire, explosive and loud and raging with the wrong type of passion, hers were like a deep freeze, icy and cold and desolate in the worst possible way. Too many times Y/N was left to her own devices, all alone in an empty house with her thoughts and a violin her only company (at least they had given her that, the gift of music and a beautiful, expensive instrument to prove their love was real, albeit superficial).

It was some time later before she pulled back just far enough to look him in the eye and brushed a wayward strand of his dark hair back from his forehead with one calloused finger. "Okay, pity party's over. It's almost Christmas and we're not spending it being sad about shitty parents. Deal?"

She held out her pinky with one eyebrow raised expectantly and grinned when he nodded and hooked his pinky around hers. Reggie loved really liked that about her, the way she could just make all the heartache and pain and disappointment vanish from his mind like magic and replace them with thoughts of her and her sunny smile, her big heart, her touch that made the very blood in his veins spark like lightning. Y/N was his bright spot, his safe haven, and while Luke, Alex, and Bobby knew what he was going through, they just didn't understand like she did (they had their own problems to deal with, anyway, so he couldn't blame them).

"Good, now come on," She wrapped the rest of her fingers around his hand and started tugging him down the hall to the kitchen. "You're helping me make hot chocolate."

"Peppermint?" He asked, smiling when she glanced up at him with an offended look on her face.

"Duh. Only a heathen would make it without peppermint, Reginald."

Another thing he liked about her: she never did anything halfway; half-assing things, taking the easy way out, cutting corners just wasn't her style. It even applied to hot chocolate apparently, as he watched her flutter around the kitchen with practiced ease -heating milk and cream on the stove, measuring sugar and chocolate, slowly adding drops of peppermint oil- and despite her saying he was going to help, the only thing he got to do was crush some candy canes. Not that he minded, though, because while his hands could play bass like no one's business, they were a total disaster when it came to cooking and he knew Y/N was well aware of that fact, considering it took a week for the burnt popcorn smell to fade from her microwave the last time he tried.

The violinist smiled and proudly handed him the finished drink, whipped cream piled high and candy cane bits almost overflowing from the edge of a red mug. "This is my grandma's recipe," She said, one hand holding a purple mug for herself and the other reaching to grab onto his wrist and pull him out the front door. "She'd always make it when she came to visit for the holidays and we'd sit out on the porch and watch the ocean, each and every year."

"She was the best," Reggie said as the two sat together on the porch swing, his right side flush against her left. "I still have dreams about her cookies and wake up drooling."

The cool ocean breeze ruffled Y/N's hair and carried her laugh off down the beach. "She loved you, you know that? She was always talking about 'that nice boy next door.' Pretty sure she wanted us to get married."

"I loved her, too." He took a sip of his drink in an attempt to hide the blush that was taking over his entire face. "And we still have time for the whole marriage thing."

"I'm still waiting for my ring." She laughed again before looking down at the mug in her hands, voice becoming quiet as she replied, "I really miss her. She was the only person in my family who actually cared about me 'cause my parents sure as hell don't."

He wanted to tell her she was wrong but he knew it'd be a lie and he never did that, refusing to become a pathological liar like his mother, so instead he just wrapped an arm around her shoulders and tucked her against his side. "Hey, no more talk about shitty parents, remember?"

"Sorry, I know," She took a long sip of her cocoa, then rested her head on his shoulder with a sigh. "I just feel alone sometimes when you're not around. I mean, you have your band and I always had my grandma to talk to but now she's gone and I'm kind of...lost."

"You have the band, too, Y/N! Alex and Luke love you and Bobby, well, he's Bobby. No one really knows what goes on in that guy's head but I know he thinks you're cool. We all do, especially me, and you should know you're never alone 'cause you'll always have us."

The girl abruptly sat up and grabbed the mug from Reggie's hand before he could blink and placed it alongside her own on the floor, then threw her arms around his neck in another one of her fierce hugs.

"Has anyone told you how fucking amazing you are?"

"You just did." He buried his blushing face in her shoulder as his arms wrapped around her waist once again. "I'm serious, Y/N. You'll always have me."

"And you'll always have me, Reg. No matter what."

And as they sat there on the porch swing, wrapped in each other's arms, Reggie knew as long as he had Y/N in his life, things were gonna be okay.

#obxmermaidholiday #julie and the phantoms imagine #jatp imagine #reggie jatp #reggie x reader #reggie x y/n #jatp fic

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if its not too personal, may i ask what are all the alters names and roles in the system? (including host of course)

so like im not very booksmart about system roles but i consider myself a protector and also the host (me, isaiah, 24 :) <3). im usually the only one interested in drawing or blogging so 99% of anything on here is just lil ol me. i also front by far the most bc none of these assholes want to work so i have to take care of commissions myself lol

my first rl serious i think something's wrong w me alter realization was a Dave fictive when i was like 16-21 who would just black me out and autopilot when shit was really bad. I lost a LOT of time between when my grandma died, when my grandfather died, when i moved in w my aunt, ran away, moved in w my mom, and then left for arizona, and im pretty sure almost all of that was him. he hasn't fronted or had any kind of presence in the headspace in years tho besides like 10-15 minutes at a time once or twice when I got rlly triggered by a conversation. I simply do not remember anything that happens when he fronts which used to scare the shit out of me haha. lo said he thinks it's specifically 13 which. fair lol

bentley is definitely my most active alter these days. he's around 30 and tends to take over whenever i get upset abt some shit. he took the very very most brunt of my grandparental caretaking and medical trauma so like i don't rlly have those nightmares or intrusive flashbacks anymore which is nice. I tend to take on a lot of social obligations and I don't know how to say no but he Can and Will watch a man burn without pissing on him which is rlly refreshing tbh. he's the no obligations I'm hanging out alter. we're rlly close but I don't think he's friendly enough for lo :( he likes old trucks and 70s bops.

shys my youngest alter that i know of, he's like 14 and is like young isaiah (the oc) but nonverbal hence, shysaiah or just shy :) he's a sweet kid who just likes to be around and goofy. if he has to be verbal he does cry tho and his triggers are rlly different than mine which throws me whenever he gets set off. he's definitely got the most palpable and distressing fictitious memories, like he heard a line in a song and had flashbacks that made ME wig out. his is very.. idk bad dad parental abuse csa vibes, as far as the trauma pill he swallowed, but mostly when he's fronting he's in rlly high spirits! he likes neopets and yesterday was his birthday haha.

bulldog is rlly the only other guy of note & he's like? idk 19? i very much experienced the like adults arent taking care of me and so my tiny body is full of RAGE thing as a kid and like all thru my teens I had a FOUL hateful kinda temper. I'm cool as fuck as an adult tho cause that's his problem now. whenever my mom gets on her shit or I start thinking about my aunt he like zaps straight to the cofront to try to start some shit w my family which. fair! but no! he's a lot more mad about my aunt than my grandparents which hes probably the only one but fight the good fight i guess. he's just a real asshole, if uve ever seen me writing long vent posts on here bc im all worked up that's that anger boy cofront babey <3 he's DEFINITELY not nice enough for lo tho.

there's like other guys im aware of knocking around but they don't front or rlly make any effort to interact w me or our peers so shruggg I mostly just let them be. my biggest brain teaser re: all of this is the chicken and egg situation between ocs and alters. which came first, shy or isaiah? bentley definitely came before his oc counterpart but i low-key get a vibe about reggie and barnaby that makes me go ok but?? idk mostly I'm just endlessly fascinated by the intersection of being a lifelong artist with a deep love of characters and having alters who present so... character-y. which came first??

#long post #its weird to talk about bc bentley and shy both love having fictional counterparts that i write with #they dont take it as a literal thats me but also thats them #this is what i get cosmically for coping kinning a homestuck character sorry

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one-more-fangirl · 3 years

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Hidden talent - Luke Patterson

(gif not mine! credits to owner)

AU: alive! luke patterson x oc

summary: in a world were none of the boys have died and instead live in the same timeline as julie, luke’s girlfriend has a hidden talent only her mother knows about

warnings: slight cursing, nothing much

a/n: this is the first thing that i publish, and i’m still trying to figure out how tumblr works, so if anyone reads this, please bear with me people

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Heather had been friends with Alex since they were in diapers. Every memory of her childhood she had, he was there too, since the beginning. The only ones she had he wasn’t in were the ones at family meetings. He was even there when she went to the dentist! That’s how tight these two were.

So it was kind of inevitable her meeting his band. Sunset Curve had been all he and Julie —her other best friend, along with Flynn— could talk about since they had started it. They had met the other members in the music program, something Heather had never even thought about joining, regardless of how many times her mother had told her she had an incredible voice and should definitely let the world listen to it. However, the raven haired girl preferred to keep her voice to herself, like her small little secret.

Meeting Luke and Reggie —she already knew Bobby— was easily one of the best things that could’ve happened to her. She hit it off with them instantly, as she had never really had any trouble with making friends —she was the sociable one out of the Heather-Alex duo, and the mom friend out of the “Triple Trouble” trio. Her and Flynn had denominated themselves as the band’s managers and marketing team, and the others had to admit, they were doing a pretty good job.

While Flynn took the social media part, promoting the band on every platform she could think of and posting stuff like teases of new songs, short rehearsal videos and performance dates and places; Heather had taken the people approach. She had recruited her cousin, Willie —who she suspected only wanted to help her because he had a massive crush on Alex, and not because he “wanted to help his favorite cousin”—, and they had both skated the streets of LA, putting up posters and throwing them around, telling people to “tell their friends!”, a catch phrase Reggie had come up with.

[...]

“I got us a night at The Hollywood Club!” Heather entered the Molina garage with a proud smile and arms on the air, getting immediate cheers “I know, I know, I’m awesome” she bowed.

“Hey, I was there too” Willie pushed her aside, leaving his skate on a corner and plopping on the piano seat “In fact, if it wasn’t for Caleb owing me one, you wouldn’t have gotten that gig. I’m his messenger boy”

“Okay, listen you little shit, it was me that had to offer herself to clean the place up after the show, so I don’t wanna hear any more lies coming out from you” she narrowed her eyes at her cousin, but the skater only rolled his eyes.

Luke, beaming, reached out to Heather’s arm, pulling her onto the couch with him. The two had been dating for nearly three months, and anyone that didn’t know that could’ve thought they’d been together for years, just by seeing how deeply they cared for each other. Alex had been a tad overprotective of the girl when Luke started to flirt with her, but Julie and Flynn made him realize that if anyone could match Heather’s adventurous and forward personality, it was Luke.

Heather came up with an idea, something to do, and most people —including Alex, who over the years earned experience in this kind of things— would disregard it immediately, because it sounded, and most likely was, crazy. Not Luke. Luke would just smile and do it with her. Hype her up even. They found in each other a safe to talk, the craziest ideas and dreams coming to life. Still, they knew when to draw the line, and realize that maybe cliff diving in the middle of November wasn’t the best thing to do.

Luke liked to get the things he planned, make them real, and with Heather he felt like it was possible. Sure, he had the band to make his music dreams come true, but —and this can come out as shocking— he wasn’t just music. There were so many other things he wanted, and Heather was the first person that encouraged him to let them all out, the first person that listened to all the things he wasn’t as good at but he still liked, and forced him to get out of the studio to do them.

They were basically perfect for each other.

“Besides,” Flynn had pointed out with a teasing smirk and a knowing look that was also in Julie’s eyes “you’re going to end up dating her cousin, so it’ll be fair in no time” Alex had left that conversation blushing like a fool and with his mind a little more at peace.

“You’re incredible, babe” the lead guitarist kissed her cheek “When is it?”

“This Friday night” she answered, making herself comfortable in his arms “That gives you two days to rehearse some songs, maybe even come up with a new one. How’s my musical genius doing with that, Jules?”

“We have a few lyrics left on Finally Free, but I’m sure that we can have it done and perfected by Friday” she smiled, showing her adorable tooth gap “I’m gonna need to borrow your boyfriend for that, though”

“Sure, two musical geniuses work better than one. Meanwhile, Reggie and I have a date”

“Huh?” Luke’s head turned so fast, Heather thought for a second it would snap from his neck.

“Yeah, we’re going to watch the last Star Wars movie. We told you guys to come and you didn’t wanna, so we’re going by ourselves” Reggie could barely contain his excitement, the smile on his face making it impossible for Heather not to copy him.

“Speaking of which... if we don’t leave now, we’ll be late. Let’s go!” the girl pecked her boyfriend as a goodbye, ruffling Bobby’s hair after and blew a kiss to both girls and her best friend.

“I don’t get a kiss?” Willie pouted, but Heather only kissed her middle finger and flipped him off “Love you too, cuz!” he called, but Reggie and her were already out and the only response he got was his light laugh.

[...]

The two friends were meeting Carrie Wilson at the theatre. Nobody would’ve guessed that the lead of Dirty Candy liked Star Wars, but Heather had known her since kindergarten, and she knew the girl.

They all technically knew her, being Bobby’s fraternal twin and all, but the boys didn’t consider her an actual friend until the girls started inviting her to their hang outs, seeing as they were all friends. Luke and her often had friendly bickering of which band was better, Reggie discovered that she could be a wonderful addition to the mischievous duo Heather and him had formed, and Alex found his perfect dance partner one night playing Just Dance. It was safe to say that she had been welcomed into the group.

“You guys are playing at The Hollywood Club?!” was the first thing he strawberry blond said when they arrived.

“Tell your friends!” Reggie winked, then turned to Heather “Damn, Flynn is fast. We have good managers”

“That you do, Reg” she passed her arm over his shoulders. It was a little awkward, because she stood on her tippy toes, but they made it work.

“Can you get me a performance too?” Carrie pouted and made puppy eyes “I need a marketing team like yours”

“C’mon Care, it’s literally my cousin and I in his skate and my roller skates and Flynn with a phone and Wi-Fi. You could do that too” Heather waved it off “Plus, you can have daddy make a call and you’ll be able to play at the Madison Square Garden. Shit, we could do that too, we have Bobby. Why am I putting so much effort into this?”

“You know I’m trying to earn my own spot, Heath. Being famous because my dad isn’t as satisfying as knowing I made a place sold out because they liked me and not the daughter of Trevor Wilson”

“You’re doing great, Carrie” Reggie encouraged “Your songs are good, and your dance moves are killer. People don’t just go to your shows to see if they can meet your dad”

“Thanks Reggie, but I’m pretty sure you only go to my shows to see Kayla” she smirked, and both girls watched their friend flush red.

“T-That’s not true!”

“Really? I guess I won’t give her your number then; she’ll be real disappointed”

“She asked for my number?”

But Carrie just chuckled and walked ahead with Heather by the arm, leaving the gaping boy behind for a few seconds before he snapped back into the real world and chased after them, asking the same question again.

“I’ll see what I can do for ya” Heather smiled “But you’ll have to fight Luke by yourself when he finds out I’m helping our rivals” she finished in a dark tone, laughing along with Carrie.

“Yes! You’re the best Heath!” she squeezed her in her arms.

[...]

Friday arrived sooner than planned, and that left Flynn and Heather to get the band’s asses to the place. Flynn was on the phone with Caleb, assuring him that they were just stuck in traffic and they’d be there soon. They were actually trying to calm Alex down.

“Hey, look at me. Bird, look at me” Heather had her hands on his shoulders, doing her best to get him to breathe with her “You’re the best drummer I know-”

“I’m the only drummer you know, Feathers!” the anxious boy stressed.

“You’re the best drummer I know!” she exclaimed over him “This isn’t any different from our other gigs. You’re gonna get up on that club’s stage, and you’re gonna kill it. I’m gonna be on the side of the stage like I always am, with Flynn. I’m there if you need anything, which you won’t because once you get into the song, you’ll be crazy amazing”

“Okay, I can do this” he nodded to himself, taking deep breaths along his best friend.

“Hell yeah you can” she laughed softly “You good?”

“Yeah, I think so”

“Great, then let’s go people! We have an audience to impress!” the others, behind them, cheered with her and started to go to Ray’s van, were the instruments were waiting.

“Hey” Alex took a hold of Heather’s wrist “Thanks, Feathers” he smiled at her, using the nickname he gave her when they were three.

“I’m always gonna be there for you, Alex. You know that. I’m the Feathers to your Bird, we’re a package deal” she smiled back, then wrapped her arms around him “I love you”

“I love you too”

[...]

Alex did amazing. Obviously.

The whole band was incredible, and the people in the club absolutely loved them. Heather had stayed at the side of the stage like she promised, but from where she stood she could spot Flynn with Carrie, Willie, Nick and Kayla all jamming and moving their bodies along to the song in their chairs. She clapped and hollered once the show was over, a huge smile adorning her face.

“You were right” the man himself, Caleb, clapped next to her “They are really good”

“I told you, dude. Any chance we’re able to play here again?”

“I’ll call you” he offered, and Heather didn’t think it twice before shaking hands with him “I’m closing in half an hour, and I want this place spotless for tomorrow” he smirked.

“I thought you were joking! You have people for that”

“A deal is a deal” and he left. Heather groaned and threw her head back.

“Why the frown, Princess?” at the voice of her boyfriend, the smile was back on her face.

Luke was a sweaty mess, not that she cared. She took a couple of seconds to admire his “after show” glow. Because yes, he was glowing —both literally, because sweat, and figuratively. After every performance, there was a glow to all of them, pure happiness radiating from them. You could see it in their smiles and heavy breaths, but Heather liked to see how their eyes glinted with the ecstasy of doing what they loved. It appeared while they were on stage, and it stayed for some time after performing in front of an audience. When they were rehearsing or jamming in the studio it was more relaxed, content, but on a show it was almost magical.

“What are you looking at?” Luke laughed after drinking some water, with his eyes squinting as he smiled out of pure glee.

Heather too his sweaty face in her hands and planted a firm kiss on his lips. She had never cared if the boy was sweaty and therefore by hugging or kissing him she’d get all dirty and smelly. If she wanted to show him affection, then she would.

“You guys killed it up there” she told him after a moment with a proud smile “Amazing, baby”

“Thanks, Heaths. Sang that solo for you” he added with a smirk, hand slipping around her waist.

“I saw” she answered as she passed her arms over his shoulders and around his neck “You looked really good while doing it too” the smirk widened and the hold tightened, bringing her closer to him to kiss her again.

“Take your lovey dovey acts somewhere else!” Bobby booed, nearing his friends.

“Hey, just because your sorry ass is alone doesn’t mean you have to hate on us” the raven haired girl replied with a teasing smile.

The boy scrunched his face and mocked her, which went back and forth between the two until Heather’s teasing and playful smile turned to a excited one.

“Wait! Oh, she’s looking again!” confused, the rhythm guitarist went to look behind him, but Heather shot her hand to stop him “Don’t look! Not yet... Okay now. See that pretty blond? She’s been eyeing you all night, dude!”

“For real? You think I should go talk to her?”

“Are you stupid? Of course you should go talk to her, did you not hear what I just said? Wait, here, clean some of this sweat” she took a towel and dabbed it over him, then pushed him forward when he didn’t move “Move, Bobs!”

“Thanks Heaths!”

The couple watched their friend jog over to the girl and introduce himself, saying something that she found funny. “I’m an amazing wing woman”

[...]

The club was officially closed. After a couple of Caleb’s songs, that Heather had danced to with Flynn —more like they made a fool of themselves, but at least they had fun— and then she helped them put their instruments back in the van. Now, she held a mope in her hands, swinging aimlessly from side to side, humming to the band’s songs.

“I believe, I believe that we’re just one dream...” she picked up the pace of the song, closing her eyes as she jumped on top of a chair, spinning on her spot and using the mope as a micro “And we’re standing on the edge of great!”

The girl continued to sing her heart out, unaware of the pair of eyes that followed her very movement, watching the private show she put up for herself. When she finished the song, she let out a content sigh and a small chuckle.

“Woah” the word escaped Luke’s mouth before he could stop himself, causing Heather to jump and turn around.

The boy stood just by the entrance, an awestruck expression on his face. Red flushed Heather’s face, and she opened her mouth to stutter out something, but Luke didn’t let her, taking long strides to her.

“Heather, that was incredible! Why didn’t you tell us you could sing like that?”

“I usually like to keep the singing to myself, when I jam with you guys it’s quiet”

“Babe, you could be the lead singer of Sunset Curve! I’ll retire if that means you get to show everyone your voice”

“No” she quickly dismissed “Do not give up your dreams, Luke Patterson, you’re not allowed to do that. Not for me, not for anyone”

“But, Heath, your voice!” Luke was making big gestures, trying to get his point through.

He couldn’t understand how his girlfriend didn’t let anyone know of her huge talent. When he walked inside of the club again to help her, he couldn’t have imagined the scene that was playing in front of him, how she looked so carefree. She sounded like a goddess. It was a pleasant surprise, to say the least.

“I don’t like to be in the spotlight, Luke” she explained “You guys were born to perform in front of people, but I like to keep it behind closed doors. You understand that, right?” she took his hands, looking up at him through her lashes. He sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, I get it. But I really hope it’s not the last time I hear you sing” Heather laughed and shook his head, as Luke’s face lit up with an idea “Oh! You could perform for all of us in the studio! You’re cool with that, right?”

“I’ll sing with you and perform with you at the studio” she agreed, squealing when he picked her up and twirled her around “But you have to promise that if you guys record it, it won’t end up on social media”

“Of course, anything you need” he nodded quickly, bringing her lips to his “If I get to hear that voice again, I’ll even sell my guitar”

“I told you not to joke with that!” she chastised, hitting him on the chest and getting out of his hold. She rolled her eyes at his laughter and smirked to herself, handing him a piece of cloth “Make yourself useful and clean those tables, Rockstar”

Luke frowned, but complied.

He made her sing along with him in his car all the way back to his house, and suddenly realized that he had been an idiot for a long time. Why hadn’t he made her sing with him before? It was his new favorite thing to do.

#jatp #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #julie molina #willie jatp #carrie wilson #sunset curve #willex #charlie gillespie #owen joyner #jeremy shada #netflix #au #julie and the phantoms imagine #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson imagine #madison reyes

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