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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝟐/𝟑 — 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Caleb killing you began taking a toll on your mentality

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Angst, fluff, mentions of dying, implications of almost smut, no actual smut lol

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 6,358

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Luke Patterson x Ghost-fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! ♡

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 | 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 | 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑

“You okay now?” Luke breathed heavily as you fell against his chest, your head falling into his shoulder.

“Y-Yeah…” You looked at nothing. Your body slumping to the ground. Luke frowned, falling down on the ground with you in his arms. Alex and Reggie’s somber expressions staring down at you. They could feel a change in the atmosphere.

“I’m fine.” You croaked as you studied a crack in the floor.

“You’re not.” Luke shook his head. “You don’t have to be okay. He just killed you.” Luke looked up glaring at Caleb who drew his lips into a line.

“My god, what a sad fest. Don’t fret my darling. Being dead has its perks!” Caleb clasped his hands, throwing you a smile.

“How…?” Your voice cracked.

“Come to the Hollywood Club with me and find out. Unless you’d rather stay here with the boys and cross over…”

“W-What?” You rasped looking up at Luke. “What’s he talking about, Luke?” Your eyes threaten to shed tears. Luke looked horrified. He wanted to keep that part from you for as long as he could. It was too soon, too fast, and Caleb just ruined it all.

“They’re crossing over tonight, so exciting!” Caleb emphasized as Luke helped you stand up. You had never felt so tired. Your eyes were on the verge of giving out. You just wanted to…to die.

“Crossing over, like to heaven?” You turned to face the guys. Luke smiled nervously to attempt to level the tension in the room. “You were gonna leave…without saying goodbye?” Your voice grew small.

“Y/n I was gonna - we were gonna tell you. W-We didn’t want you to find out this way.” Luke stammered over his words.

“Then how, Luke. In a letter - with your lousy handwriting?” You hummed, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Well it wouldn’t have been mine, probably Alex’s…But that’s besides the point! I was gonna tell you. I just needed to find the right time. That’s been hard to come by lately though.” Luke scoffed. His face fell as his hand reached for your hand but you moved it out of his way.

“Like me dying…” You avoided his gaze. “Like you dying.” Luke nodded.

“And now you and the guys are crossing over.” You lifted your head and Luke sighed heavily as he saw you cry. “What’s gonna happen to me…I don’t wanna be alone.” You shook your head. This time allowing Luke to cradle you into his embrace, your head perched in the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You’ll never be alone. Not as long as I’m still here.” Luke pecked your temple. “We won’t leave you, Y/n.” Reggie finally spoke up after a long event of chaos. “Yeah, we’re still here.” Alex added.

“This is beautiful, it really is, but about crossing over…” Caleb interrupted the moment with his voice. You pulled back from Luke and turned to face the old bat. Your expression was stone cold. Luke caught the look on your face and stood beside you. His hand extended out in front of you. Not to protect you, but to hold you back. “No one really knows what’s waiting on the other side…but I know what’s happening on this side.” Caleb smirked watching as all your faces fell. Caleb’s hand went in to blow a kiss, but the kiss was nowhere near endearing. The sound of his smooch had you staring at him in question until a gust of magical air blew towards you. You stumbled backwards fearing for your life. Luke had stepped in front of you to block you from it, but the air still managed to push everyone back.

Then you were gone.

Caleb had crossed his leg over the other. Resting back on his hands, cackling at how much he enjoyed doing that little trick of his.

He eyed your cold dead body on the ground and snapped his fingers making it disappear.

It had only been a few seconds before the four of you popped up again. You all gasped as your feet hit the ground. You all looked at each other. Then at the outfits you were wearing. Luke had only taken a second to taken in his attire, before his eyes fell on your outfit. He gulped as his eyes scanned you from head to toe. Caleb poofed you guys to the Hollywood Ghost Club, and your own outfits were misplaced by suits and…

“A dress! Oh he did not just put me in a dress.” You held back the two pieces of hair that dangled in front of your face with your hands, looking down at yourself.

Caleb came down a set of stairs filing his nails. He smirked and nodded to himself at his handy work.

“Well don’t you look nice.” His eyes raked over everyone’s, then he stopped at you. “Mmmm.” He hummed tilting his head, then bringing it back upright. You looked at him with your mouth agape and a scrunched face. You felt offended by his hum.

“Sweet threads.” Reggie’s eyes were wide as he gulped.

“How- How’d you know our sizes?” Alex put his hands out observing his sleeves and pink blazer.

Luke on the other hand felt like he was suffocating. Like he had a collar on that wouldn’t come off. His hands trying to pry the buttoned up shirt and bowtie off that adorned his neck.

“That’s your question!” He finally snapped.

“Is this material cotton?” You lifted one side of your dress trying not to step on it. You turned your neck trying to get a look at yourself. Your shoulders slouched as you felt like too much skin was being exposed.

“Satin! Don’t wrinkle it.” Caleb disapproved of your slouching and straightened you up. You huffed as his hands lifted your head up. “Confidence is a woman’s best weapon. Use it darling.”

“I’m not that confident though, and I’m…not wearing a bra, oh my god!” Your eyes widened. You turned around in a circle trying to find anything new about the dress. “Could have used some pockets…” You hummed in disapproval like he had done to you early.

“She can use mine!” Reggie’s mouth fell open finally getting a good look at you. Luke hit him in the back of the head for ogling at you.

“No pockets, and please tell me you are not a ditz in those heels.”

“Does platform boots count?”

“Did they have a heel?”

“Not really…” You grimaced and looked away.

“Satin help me…” Caleb muttered under his breath, closing his eyes to compose himself. “That’s okay no one will be looking at your feet during the party anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well honey. The boys are here to play music, you on the other hand are a wonderful addition. Every host needs a right hand woman.” Caleb smiled, lifting your hand to kiss the back of it. You grew silent as Caleb kept talking. “I can see it now! The boys playing back up for the one and only mystique. Heart of an angel..Voice of a nightingale.” He motioned out with his hand in front of you two.

“I-I can’t sing though.” You began dismissing the idea.

“Not yet, a bit of vocal training…I mean torturing.” He chuckled. “I’m just kidding…a bit of touch ups…that hair needs some serious work too. I did what I could for tonight, but good heavens.” He put a hand on his chest. “We can even throw in lover-boy for a special duet. Two nights a week, V.I.P access only. Everyone will be dying to hear you sing.”

“What kind of twisted game are you playing here?” You mocked him with a laugh. “The glam, the fame, the music, the spotlight. Is that your lousy way of riling people in?” You stood in front of the boys. “No! You just want more people to praise you. Love you, yet you’re running out of options for new attractions…I bet your sorry ass that’s why you needed the boys. I can’t really say much for me, but I didn’t want to die today!” You yelled out the rest of your pent up emotions. “I was doing pretty fine on my own. I had a job that paid decently, I was starting school, then I came by the studio and my whole world flipped. I am so angry at you.” You point your finger at Caleb.

“You chose a hard one to love, Luke.” Caleb jokes, as he looks over your shoulder to look at him.

“Oh my god, enough with all the ‘I love yous’. Luke doesn’t love me. You’re only saying that he does, which I don’t believe. I won’t believe Luke loves me until he verbally confirms he does or doesn’t, and he hasn’t said anything yet, so he doesn’t, okay. So quit saying that he does and leave us alone! And for your information, I worked hard to provide for myself ever since my parents disowned me. I didn’t have a place to live before. I busted my ass to get where I am today, and you killed me. You ruined my life and it all feels pointless now…like it was all for nothing. You took that from me, and I can’t get it back.” You let your arms fall to your sides. “I don’t know what to do anymore, and you think putting me in a dress and making me look pretty is going to make up for the pain you’ve caused me?” You chuckled darkly. You shook your head gripping at your hair-do and pulling at the roots. “I can’t do this anymore…I can’t! Just make it stop, make it stop already. The pain, the frustrations. I can’t take it all…it’s too much! Everything changed so fast!” You cried tripping over your own feet. Luke rushed forward catching you. He looked up at Caleb then cooed at you. Telling you words of reassurance, but they all went over your head. “Just make it stop.” You pleaded with the man standing before you. Caleb held in a tear. Not wanting to let you win this round. He felt something in his chest that hadn’t been there in a long time.

Perhaps it was- no that couldn’t be it, emotions were pathetic, and he wouldn’t dare feel any.

“Just make it go away. I want it to go away…” You closed your eyes, slumping back into Luke’s chest. Your breathing shuddered.

“Okay.” That was all Caleb said before he snapped his fingers, and you were gone from Luke’s arms. He looked over his lap wondering what the hell just happened.

“Where’d she go?” Luke stood up, turning in circles.

“Relax, she’s fine. In fact she’s chatting up my guest right now…” Caleb smirked motioning with his fingers over to the curtain of silver strands. Luke, Alex, and Reggie walked over with hesitant steps. Caleb pulled back the curtain with one hand to let the boys have a look for themselves. Their faces fell as they saw a change in the way you held yourself.

Luke’s heart broke at the sight of you laughing at what someone said in the chair next to you. A man he’s never seen before giving you his undivided attention. You hit the man playfully then stood up to talk amongst others. Your whole personality seemed off. It almost felt like…

“Look at the way she fits in. She’s a natural!” Caleb watched in amazement as you made friendly talk with some of the people. Some being couples, or groups, even the staff, and the band of girls. “Just look at her, she walks with grace, such poise in her movements, and oh- look at that smile. When’s that last time you’ve seen her smile, boys?”

Luke gasped. “What did you do to her?”

“I did what she asked me to…I took all the pain, all her frustrations, away. She looks happier.” Caleb gestured towards you touching peoples shoulders and asking them if they had been enjoying themselves so far.

“She looks like-” Luke couldn’t find the right word for it. “Like an angel…” Alex commented.

“Like an angel indeed, Alex.” Caleb patted his shoulder softly.

“No it looks like you put a spell on her or something. That’s not her at all!” Luke seethed. “I mean look at her, the dress, the makeup, the jewelry, the heels. She hates them with a passion by the way. T-The hair, the posture, I mean down to the-” Luke choked on his words as he realized just how revealing the dress was. “-is that a slit running down her leg?” Luke looked like a fish out of water.

“Maybe why?” Caleb nudged him playfully.

“Wow okay…” Luke stared at you for another second before he snapped out of it. “T-That’s besides the point, the point is that she’s not herself. She looks like a carbon copy of herself. Y/n isn’t poise, and graceful, she slouches and trips over her own feet. She likes rock t-shirts and ripped jeans, and combat boots, not dresses with slits, and heels.” Luke looked back at you. “That’s not her, that’s not the Y/n we know.”

“Not the Y/n you love, you mean?” Caleb raised an eyebrow at him.

“She told you to quit talking about that!” Luke clenched his jaw. Staring at the man dead in that eye.

“Yet you keep failing to deny the obvious fact that you do indeed love her.”

“Why are you so adamant for me to say that I love her?” Luke sighed. “Why do you care so much?”

“Because you won’t admit it, or at least to her you won’t.” Caleb shook his head. “I see a fire in your eye when you look at her.” Caleb walked over to Luke turning him so he was facing the crowd of people. “She’s the only thing that matters. Y/n is the only one you want to see everyday. Only one and you’d do anything for her.” Luke’s smile fell as he watched you mingle, taking a sip of a glass of wine. “She cries, you’re there to dry her eyes. She falls, well it’s obvious you’ll always catch her. She’s upset, you make her day. She’s scared, you make her feel brave.” Luke looked down at his feet. “Yet it’s when she gives up entirely, you’re upset. Why is that?”

“Because that’s not really her being her real self, don’t you get that?”

“How do you know though? I didn’t take away the parts that make her, her, Luke.” Luke perked up at this furrowing his brows in confusion. “I just took away the bad parts that made her not want to go on anymore. I didn’t entirely change her…some of this comes from her own desires.”

“What do you mean?” Luke asked.

“He means that…she wants this? That’s why she gave in….” Alex looked up at Caleb saddened by the fact he was starting to understand it all. “She actually wants to be here? She doesn’t care?”

“Indeed.” Caleb only nodded.

“She doesn’t care about us?” Reggie felt like a kicked puppy.

“Y/n cares, Reg.” Luke reassured him, but he felt Reggie didn’t fully believe him. “She’s choosing to stay because she feels like she has no choice. Caleb took away everything she was holding onto, and now she feels like she probably can’t do anything other than this, that’s gotta be it, okay.” He chuckled nervously. “She does care, she cares so much about us, and that’s why we’re not gonna let anything happen to her, okay buddy.” Luke cupped Reggie’s face.

“Why change her mind at all, look at her, she’s happy and perfect.”

“She's hopeless!. You took everything from her and now she doesn’t know what to do. That’s why she gave into you. Don’t flatter yourself.” Luke spat. “Also you were wrong to remove her bad parts. The bad parts are what make her so unique. She’s been hurt and she built herself up from all that pain she went through. Without our bad parts, we’re nothing but perfect. Being perfect and just good isn’t what defines us. People need flaws, people have flaws. Y/n has flaws and bad parts, that’s what makes her- makes me…” Luke groaned in frustration.

“Makes you love her?” Caleb breathed out a small laugh, he riled up the boy, and now they were finally getting somewhere.

“Yes I do, okay. I love her, and that’s why we’re getting out of here.” Luke’s chest rose and fell.

“We’ll see...”

“We’re not gonna play your stupid club tonight!”

“Look I know you boys aren’t my biggest fans, and an eternity at my club might seem overwhelming, but I…just put you in sweet threads so humor me this one last pitch.” The boys all looked at him. “Now for starters isn’t it nice that you’re all here together.” The boys looked at each other. “And believe me everything that you two want.” Caleb pointed to Alex and Luke. They both felt intrigued, yet felt like this was a losing game for them. “Including Willie, and Y/n, is here.” He stepped closer to them. “On my stage you don’t vanish when the music stops. You soak in the applause for as long as you want.” Caleb put his hands out to readjust Luke’s bowtie that he tugged on early. “The connection that you will feel with that audience will be like no other. I promise.” Caleb laid his hands flat on Luke’s shoulders, reassuring him that he wouldn’t be invisible to the crowds they would play in the future.

Encouraging words from the one man Luke didn’t want to trust. Caleb smirked watching something turn inside Luke’s head. He leaned in forward to whisper in the boy’s ear. “And if you decide to stay, you can have a long eternity with Y/n. You’d get to sing with her, see her in gorgeous dresses. Hell, if you’re interested I’d let you two have your very own personal, private, dressing room, all to yourselves. Imagine the magic that’d happen in there.” He chuckled, watching the boy’s mouth open agape, not knowing what to say to Caleb’s offer. Luke’s mind went somewhere that’d only stay in his thoughts. Caleb knew it too, but wanted to screw with him a little. “I mean imagine the music, the songs, duh!” Caleb shoved him. “What were you thinking?” Caleb smirked.

Just as Luke went to say something Caleb shushed him.

“Oh do you hear that? They’re waiting for you…” The boys bent over as a jolt struck them badly. They groaned as each one intensified. “That one looked like it hurt!” Caleb shrugged.

“F-Fuck off.” Luke rasped out.

“Let me remind you. You don’t know if playing the Orpheum is your unfinished business. Do you really have time to make that mistake? I suggest you take my offer because the clock is ticking.” He sing-songed as he took a sip of a martini.

“Agh.” The boys hissed out in pain again.

“Ouch.” Caleb then turned around. “You know where to find me.” He called over his shoulder. He headed out to the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m back! Now I have a special person joining me on stage tonight.” He turned his attention onto you who had been sitting next to a group of people chatting. The spot light landing on you. “Everyone please give a warm welcome to our Nightingale, Y/n Y/Ln.” You looked up surprised,but with a smile, not expecting Caleb to do this. You smiled at one of the servers who took your hand and guided you up the stairs. Caleb taking over and grabbing your hand. He twirled you once and the crowd ate it up. He leaned over to whisper in your ear. The spell he had you under to fool the boys that you wanted to stay, wore off. His smile was fake as was his personality.

“Sing or the boys get it.” Your smile faltered for a second as you looked up at the man. Calen began singing the intro. The jazzy blues rhythm taking over. “You know you wanna take a chance and be a little bit bad. Ain’t nothing quite like living on the edge, so get ready to go.” Caleb sang over to the wings of the stage where the boys stood. Then passed it off to you with a point.

“I’m chasing down a thrill and lookin’ fit to kill.” You growled as you swayed your hips. Showing off your whole outfit. “So listen to the words a wise man said…” You smirked as you placed a hand on Caleb’s shoulder.

“He said Covington, I got an offer that you can’t refuse. Ha!” Caleb laughed. The chorus then picked up in tempo. You had no idea as to how you knew the words, but you did, and it was freaking you out, but Caleb was luring you into the song just like he was doing to the boys. “You got nothing to lose boys, lose, lose, lose. You got nothing to lose boys, lose, lose, lose. You got nothing to lose. Welcome to my stage, boys…”

The second verse began, which Caleb let you take over.

You stepped up to the center swaying and moving to the beat. “You know you want a little taste.” You bit your lips letting your finger slide down your lips. Luke was about to lose his cool composure. “Life’s short, not a minute to waste. I’ll take you higher than you’ve ever been. So come over and tell me how you’d like to begin.” You motioned them over with your pointer finger to say ‘come here’. Then came the chorus. Caleb was getting the job done as the song continued to commence further into the words.

“You got nothing to lose boys, lose, lose, lose. You got nothing to lose boys, lose, lose, lose. You got nothing to lose.”

The boys could feel the music in their feet first. Luke was having a hard time making his feet stop tapping against the floor.

Alex was the first to go. His hand twirling the stick in his hand. He had looked over at it, unable to stop himself before Caleb tugged him forward. Then he was revealed to the audience as he began hitting his drumsticks.

“Alex, show me what you’ve got!”

A chorus of “go Alex!” and cheers filled the hall as Alex played his intro verse. You joined in as you heard each hit of the drums. Reggie was scared to go. Fear in his eyes as he watched the music take over Alex. Caleb saw this and dragged him in second as he was the easiest to persuade and lure in. Caleb had dragged you onto the stage with him because apart from wanting to play their instruments, you were their weaknesses.

“Reggie! Swing it, baby!” Caleb played an air bass guitar as he watched Reggie do his thing. “Oooh.”

“That’s it!” You smirked bobbing your head along to the groove of his bass. Reggie felt like everything was going to be okay as he watched you smile and dance, yet fear still struck his face.

“Now Luke, yeah!” Caleb motioned him over. Luke was last because unlike Alex and Reggie, he was stubborn-headed. Always refusing to do something he was forced into. He swung his guitar in front of him, then tried shuffling back to the wing, but Caleb only smirked and tugged him by an invisible string. Luke was pissed as his own two feet shuffled over to Caleb to be center stage alongside you. “You and me.” Caleb sang as Luke’s guitar sang to him. His riffing caused you to bite your lower lip. Caleb pushed you over to be in front of Luke as he went off on the electric.

“That’s it Lu, let me hear ya!” Your smile wide and your eyes furrowed as you focused on the way his riffs drove through you. The falls and rises of each note matched the way your face scrunched and relaxed. Luke was angry to say the least, but when it came to playing in front of you. Every bad thought would go away, just like it did now.

“How you like my new band? You got nothing to lo-do-ya-do-la-do-do-do-lo-lo.” Caleb began scatting.

“So come over here baby.” You motioned Luke over. Your backs were now pressing against each other. Your head falling on his left shoulder as you sang out. “I got what you need. Let yourself go crazy.” You shook out your hair and sang to Luke. “All bets on me, it’s electrifying. From your hat to your shoes. I feel it in the air.” You belted.

“We got nothing to lose.” You and Caleb finished off together harmonizing. The clash of Alex’s cymbals being the last to hit. “Yeah…”

The boys were left short of breath as they heard the applause of everyone, they hadn’t disappeared like the many times they did with Julie. This whole song was not fun at all. You had tried to take the boys’ attention off of Caleb and onto you, but you could only do so much on stage with a full crowd gawking at your voices and instrument playing.

“Thank you all so much! We’ll be back shortly for a special duet, so stay seated and enjoy the horderves.” Caleb announced to everyone.

You all walked off the side of the stage to catch your breaths.

“Y/n.” You finally looked up as a hand pressed itself to your cheek. You gulped as Luke’s hazel eyes met your own. “Hey you okay?” He gave you a once over.

“I’m okay, why wouldn’t I be silly.” You smiled sweetly again, like you had done to all the guests. Your giggle filed the quiet space. Luke wasn’t having it though.

“Drop the act with me, you called me Lu. You don’t have to pretend. I know.” His thumb caressed your skin. Your eyes close due to his touch. You leaned into his hand placing your own over his.

“Thank god.” You whispered. You let out a sigh. “D-Did that just happen?” You opened your eyes and scrunched your face in confusion. “Holy crap I just sang!” You said in shock.

“Wait so you’re not under his spell?” Alex extended his hand out in confusion.

“He changed you, you were acting differently.” Reggie looked at you sadly.

“Nope.” You shook your head. “Not anymore at least. Yet he couldn’t change me if he could. He just wanted to scare you guys.” You glanced down at your feet.

“So you’re still you?” Reggie played with his hands nervously.

“Still me, Reg. Well for now…” You reassured the raven haired boy. Your smile only faltered as you leaned onto one of your legs. Luke catching on to your discomfort.

“You okay?”

“Oh my god, get these off me, now!” You groaned trying to pry off the damn heels.

“Here lean on me!” Luke wrapped his arm around your waist letting you use him for support. One attempt after the other you tried taking them off but they wouldn’t budge.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” You huffed. “Are they glued on or something?” Your eyes widened.

“Trust me we’ve tried already.” Luke clenched his jaw. “These stupid suits won’t come off either.”

“You’d think magic would come with instructions or something.” You waved your hands around trying to find your balance. You almost face planted to the floor, but Luke caught you. He always caught you.

“Okay yeah, you need a break, or a chair.” He held you up.

“I just don’t want to be here.” You frowned. “J-Just take me somewhere anywhere please.” You went to grip your hair, but stopped yourself.

For that brief second, with you being in his arms, Luke remembered. He remembered how Caleb offered you a room, a dressing room for that matter. He remembered just how much you needed a minute to clear your thoughts before something big happened. You needed your time to scream into a pillow again. “Okay. Guys try and find a way out okay. I’m gonna go take her somewhere quiet.” Luke nodded to the boys before thinking of the room that was probably false, but as he let his thoughts wander to where he wanted to go. He found the room to be true as he opened them back up. The little jump you made as your feet hit the ground made you lose your balance but Luke was right there.

“What is this place?”

“Our dressing room I’m assuming.” Luke let go of you and started wandering around the room. It was better than what he thought it was gonna be. It was furnished and suitable for a Rock Star and Short Tempered girl. His expression fell as he nervously fiddled with his rings on his hands.

“We should go get the guys then-”

“No!” He cringed as he saw you flinch. “No I mean it’s not all of ours…” He furrowed his brows not knowing how to say what he needed to.

“What do you mean, you just said it’s ours?”

“Y-Yeah ours…” He motioned between the two of you. “That asshole, of course he’d give us a room like he said he would.” Luke muttered under his breath.

“Ours? Why would Caleb give us room to share that makes no sense-” Your laughter died down as you realized what was happening. “Caleb gave us our own room…” You trailed off, nodding.

“Yeah.” Luke stayed on one end of the room. “He seems to be so invested in our life.”

“Yep.” You bite your lip turning around to fiddle with the palettes of makeup laid out on the vanity that was placed in the room.

“I-I do, you know…” Luke stammered as he was finding the courage. This caught your attention. You turned around. Leaning back on your hands that laid flat on the vanity.

“Do what?” You shrugged.

“You know what.” Luke rolled his, smiling then scoffing. His cocky demeanor made its debut. He leaned back on the wall, one leg pressed against it. His hands in his slacks pockets. You could have killed for some pockets right now.

“I don’t think I do, Lu.” You smiled. He smiled back at you. You were playing coy. Yet you really wanted to hear him say it.

“You do. You do and I know you know that there is something going on here.” He gestured between the two of you.

“With, not being able to leave the club?” You jutted your lip out, as you played coy.

“You’re really gonna make me say it, huh?” He looked down at his white shoes. You crossed your hands over your chest. He looked up at you. Your brow raised as you waited. “C-Caleb ruined everything.” He pushed himself off the wall. “I was gonna tell you about it sooner, but I guess now is as good of a time as any, given the circumstances.” He nervously chuckled. “I-I had this whole plan, well it wasn’t really my plan, the boys helped too, but I- I had a plan to ask you out.” He shied away from your eyes. “I-I had a song and everything planned out, even your favorite flower.” He slowly walked over to you. Your arms uncrossing. “Maybe even then I would have taken you out on a walk through the city…It was stupid-” He shook his head.

“No!” You tilted your head to catch his eye. “No, it’s not. It’s sweet.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I would’ve loved it.” You smiled.

“I’m sorry you had to die.” He whispered as he grabbed your hand to trace his thumb over it.

“Shit happens.” You shrugged. “We can’t control everything…” You trailed off.

“But I can control this.”

“What-”

“I love you!” He finally said it. “I love you, okay. So much it kills me...even though I’m already dead.” Luke laughed, his eyes gleaming over. His head pressing against yours.

“Took you long enough.” You muttered softly as you could feel his lips hover over yours. “I love you too.” You brought your hands up to play with the nape of his hair on his neck. Luke’s hands feeling over your satin dress. He pushed you back slightly. You obliged, walking backwards until you hit the edge of the vanity. Luke took the moment to bend down to lift you onto the counter. Your legs dangling over the edge. It was only then that Luke’s lips fell on yours. He took his time not wanting to rush your first kiss. Never getting the chance to have one in the 90′s, he finally had the chance to do it now. You tightened your eyes shut, running your hands up his hair. Tugging and pulling him closer. Luke moaned into your mouth as his hands ran up and down the sides of your dress that had the slit. His tender light touches caused goosebumps to create over your skin.

As sweet as the moment had been, you had been waiting for this moment. You pushed against his chest to depart from the heated feverish kiss to catch your breath.

“God I hate your suit.” You huffed, as your eyes trailed over him.

“Y-You do?” Luke began getting self conscious.

“Not entirely I just need to-” You ran your hands up to the edge of where his shoulder and sleeve met then tugged at the fabric. A tear filling the silence as you tugged harder. The entire sleeve coming off. Luke’s eyes widened as he watched you rip off his other sleeve. “That’s better.” You bite your lip. Then decided to remove his shirt and bow too. “Yeah these have to go too!” You grabbed some scissors on your far right and grabbed them. Luke didn’t even try to argue with you. Once you were done you leaned back on your hands and smirked. “God...Caleb should’ve let you show some skin, not me!” You chuckled.

“How’d you do that?”

“Scissors trump magic anytime..at least I think?” You laughed, running your hands up his arms. “How do you feel?”

Luke let his arms flex, then smirked. “Like I wanna kiss you again.”

“Nothing’s stopping you…” You smiled. Luke paused to let his eyes rake over you. For a second he thought Caleb took you from them, from him, but he didn’t. He could never take someone as amazing as you.

“God you’re beautiful.” He smiled, letting his hands caress your face.

“It’s the dress.” You shrugged, then laughed.

“That dress.” Luke’s eyes darkened as his hands fell into the slit. “I think this is the only time I will thank Caleb.” You giggled at his sweet words and pulled him in for a kiss.

Luke had tugged you closer to the edge of the counter. Your legs wrapping around his waist. Your lips smashing against each other harshly.

As he started bundling up your dress up to your waist. You grabbed onto the back of his slacks and pressed him into you. You could feel how hard he was getting. You hummed as you palmed the outline of his pants. Luke groaned moving his lips, attaching them to the side of your neck. Various love bites being left behind by the pull and sucks of his teeth and lips.

As Luke’s hands slid up the sides of your legs, his fingertips tracing over your laced undergarments….The door burst open.

“There you guys are- Oh god!” Alex exclaimed, turning around. Luke winced harshly, pulling back holding his lower lip you just bit down on.

“Alex, seriously?” Luke adjusted his slacks tugging at his legs to hide the fact he was still turned on. He stayed where he was not wanting to turn around.

“Nice timing Alex.” You nodded, then took Luke’s face into your hands. “Let me see…you’ll live, rockstar.” You leaned closer, pecking his lips sweetly.

“We’re trying to leave and you two are having sex?” Alex finally turned around.

“We were, you mean we were about to.” You corrected him.

“Okay, guys enough.” Luke butt in taking charge again. “Alex, anything?”

“No, Reggie and I tried any door we came across…” He trailed off. Something caught his eye causing him to go quiet.

“Alex? What, what is it?” Luke furrowed his brows. “H-How’d you do that?” Alex pointed to his outfit. Luke then examined his cut off sleeves.

“Y/n…” He motioned to you. “S-She ripped the sleeves off.”

Alex’s curiosity was now peaked, he looked over to Luke, then over to you, and that’s when he noticed it.

“Y-Your shoes.” Alex gasped, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

“What?” You held your two front hair pieces back and looked down. You gasped too seeing a pair of black converse take over your feet now.

“T-They changed!” Luke caressed your arm looking down at them too.

“Maybe we’re not stuck here?” You smiled.

“Hey guys, have you found a way to leave yet?” You all turned your heads to the door, where Reggie trolled in with his red blazer slung over his right shoulder. Your smiles widening and a scoff from Alex as he stared at the raven haired boy.

“Yeah, Reg, we did.” Luke pulled you into his side. “We got a show to play, guys.” You nodded, agreeing with Luke.

“Let’s go support our girl!” You exclaimed, hyping them up.

You all huddled together gripping onto the boys’ shirts. Then a flash of purple lit up the dressing room. They were gone, but you ended up falling back onto the ground.

You looked around the dressing room frantically trying to understand why you were still here. “Did you honestly think it’d be that easy.” You whipped your head around to meet Caleb’s eyes. “You forgot something my dear…”

“W-What?” Your voice grew small, but the scowl on your face made it known to Caleb you weren’t happy.

“Yourself.” With a snap of his fingers, your body appeared beside you.

#luke patterson #luke patterson imagines #luke patterson imagine #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson x fem!reader #my gif #writings by juls

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jedidryad · 1 year

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As this is a rather festive week, I wanted to celebrate with a snippet from Lightsabers are Always Loaded. This is a rather angsty exchange between Luke and Mara just after she arrives on Yavin...

The academy in its infancy was anything but calm. Problems were immediately evident. I noticed a strange unease as I crossed the temple grounds from my new room to the main tower. Some of the students acknowledged me with a nod, others looked away resolutely and I wasn’t certain if that was because they knew I had worked with the Emperor or simply because I was a noted mercenary. Hardly Jedi material, I expected.

I didn’t think Skywalker had that opinion at least. His smile as I entered his office seemed genuine, if more reserved and subdued than the grins I’d received before I’d left to train with Katarn and he’d gone to Byss.

“Settled in okay?”

“Sure. I didn’t bring much with me so there wasn’t much to settle.” I drew my recently acquired robe around myself. It wasn’t just the sloppy, oversized nature of the fabric that made it feel odd on my body. It felt like a costume, camouflage like the way my jumpsuit had shifted colour from the metallic glare of my Skipray to the muted beige of the temple stone.

You don’t belong here.

I would try though. I had promised Karrde and Faughn I would try.

I rummaged in my satchel.

“Here.”

I drew out Katarn’s lightsaber and placed it on Skywalker’s desk.

“Kyle asked me to give this to you.”

For an instant, something cracked in Skywalker’s careful reserve.

“What happened?”

“He tangled with the Sith on Dromund Kaas. Lost himself for a bit.” I shrugged too casually but Skywalker didn’t seem to notice as he stared at the blade in front of him. I wondered if my story brought back some unpleasant memories of his own.

“He came back.”

“How?”

I did not want to explain what had gone down. I was still terrified of the feeling of offering myself like that, of following an instinct that should have gotten me killed.

“Not sure.” I replied, knowing that alone wouldn’t stop an earnest Skywalker interrogation, “He could have killed me. He changed his mind.”

I shrugged again, at a loss. Skywalker watched my face carefully as though he knew there was more to the story. I hardened my gaze and I sensed him back off as he realized that was all he was getting.

“Anyway,” I continued, “He wanted you to have that for safe-keeping. He thinks he’s not really ready to be a Jedi yet.”

And you are?

“You didn’t try to talk him out of it?”

“No.” No one who had sat there next to the man would have questioned his decision like Skywalker was.

“I suppose he needs time.”

“People need time to heal.” I blurted out more forcefully than planned and I watched his eyes narrow.

“It’s important not to take too much time.”

“Or too little,” I snapped.

#epic!bio #mara jade #luke x mara #luke skywalker #Jedi Academy Trilogy #i jedi #kyle katarn #conflict

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snowywinterevenings · 2 years

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Several Sentence Saturday

Fic: How to Mend a Broken Heart

Pairing: Codywan

“Go. Dance. You two have been staring at each other the whole night. There are plenty of us to keep an eye on the twins.”

Oleta scooped Luke off of his lap with a laugh, and Trella took Leia, a knowing look in her eyes. He wondered sometimes if she knew the truth of them, former Jedi and commander, rather than the lie they had fed the villagers that they were partners. If she did, she had said nothing, and he doubted she ever would. She was likely the keeper of all sorts of terrible knowledge, but there was not a doubt in his mind that she would take it to the grave to protect each and every one of the inhabitants of the village.

“Go on. Enjoy your night a little.”

Cody approached the group that was dancing hesitantly, not really sure he’d be able to keep up, but Obi-Wan was quick to grab his hand and pull him into the middle of the chaos, a real smile, perhaps the first real one he had worn in months on his face, his cheeks flushed with the drink that had been passed around earlier. They moved together as easily as they had on the battlefield, and Cody found himself grinning and laughing as they spun and twisted around, weaving amongst the other pairs. They moved together for several songs, occasionally glancing over toward Trella and Oleta to make sure all was well with the twins, and Obi-Wan’s bright smile never faltered.

And then the music slowed, a closing of the festivities, and Cody considered stepping away, leaving the space to actual couples to hold each other close and sway together, but he caught Trella’s eye, and she raised an eyebrow. She did know then that their story was not entirely the truth, but she also suspected that it could be the truth if only one of them would do something about the matter. Cody knew that it would need to be him, that the fear of losing the last piece of his heart was too great for Obi-Wan to risk.

“We can still dance.” Cody offered his hand to Obi-Wan, and he watched, heart shattering a little when Obi-Wan glanced away.

“I should get the twins home and to bed. Stay and enjoy the end of the festival.”

He was gone in an instant, and Cody closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, remaining where he was until a hand settled on his arm and drew him to sit down on one of the many logs that had been placed around the edge of the clearing as seats. Trella sat beside him, keeping the comforting touch on his arm for a few moments before patting his shoulder. They were away from the remaining partygoers, out of earshot quite on purpose if Cody had to guess, and when he finally looked up, there was a soft sadness and understanding on Trella’s face that nearly made Cody fall to pieces.

“That wasn’t a no. That was fear. You have both lost much, and he fears losing you as well.”

“I know, but he won’t.”

“That is a hard thing to promise. Relationships of any kind are difficult. It is so easy to love, but maintaining all of the pieces that come with more, that’s harder and requires a great deal of work. There is not a doubt in my mind that he loves you deeply and that you feel the same, but there is still a safe distance between you. To name it, to put words to it and make a commitment is frightening. What if you decide in a few months that it will not work? What if you are not compatible? Do you part ways? Do you maintain a tense relationship? Or do you keep it simple and hold each other just out of reach so that there is no risk of failure? And if you do that does one of you grow frustrated with the situation and walk away? It is a lot to consider.”

“Where do I even start?”

“Go home. Soothe the fear that refusal of a dance has torn you apart already. After that it is up to the both of you to decide.”

First part here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36984049/chapters/92274352

#htmabh #how to mend a broken heart #codywan #my fics

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theunholygrails · 3 years

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Foolish Games Part 2

Masterlist

A/N: Introducing new characters and some drama! Percy is still sexy as ever :'(.

Warnings: BJ

I woke up to a door slamming so hard it joined the symphony of my pounding headache. I groaned, hoisting myself over the back of the couch to investigate to intrusion. A brunette head of long sweeping hair rushed through the foyer, barreling towards the kitchen. A familiar mop of black hair hurried after.

Reyna was speaking so fast in Spanish my brain scrambled to keep up. I noted lots of curse words followed by a series of sentences too fast I was surprised she even knew what she was saying. Percy was answering in slow measured words, probably fighting a hangover of equal measure. I ducked behind the back of the couch, reaching for my phone plugged in on the coffee table.

It was noon. 2% battery and a couple messages from friends. Nothing from my ex thank gods. Five from Annabeth being nosey. I opened my uber app, squinting in the sunlight breaking through the cream curtains. I managed to get my driver secured.

A door slammed and I winced, peaking to check that they were in another room. I did not immediately spot my dress in the chaotic. I grimaced remembering the midnight swim. When I sat up I finally noticed the white tshirt I wore and the basketball shorts. And then I went rigid remembering what happened after the swim.

“Motherfucker,” I whispered.

Now I really had to get out of this house. I checked the arrival time of my driver. Three minutes away. Great. I made my way on shaky knees to the large wooden front door. My keys were still in the collection dish. I grabbed them quietly and turned the door handle a fraction of an inch before another door slammed open and Reyna came barreling back into the foyer, brown eyes landing promptly on my guilty ass. Behind her, Percy pursed his lips into a thin line and raised both of his hands to lay on top of his head. His biceps strained nicely against the thin t shirt.

“The fuck is this?” Reyna whispered.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” I babbled.

“It’s just Noa, Rey. Gods,” Percy said.

“I can see that, Percy!” She snapped. I was glad her spear was not strapped across her back this morning. “Why is she sneaking out of my house in your clothes?”

“People were swimming last night. Her clothes got wet.”

“I’m sure the fuck they did.”

“Zeus, Rey! You ended it with me. Why does it even matter?”

“Because I still fucking love you! I’m sorry, okay?” She burst out crying and Percy instantly pulled her against his chest. The memory of being in those arms drove me out the door like a nest of hornets.

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“I’m just saying. You have nothing to feel sorry for,” Annabeth paused to sip her iced coffee. “Unless they get back together and then you sleep with him. But as of right now, you’re good. Trust me. Been on the Percy train. We’re still friends. You’ll get over it. Just a harmless rebound for both of you.”

I groaned, laying my chin on the cool metal table parked outside our favorite coffee shop positioned between our New York apartments. Just two Manhattan women enjoying their Sunday afternoon. The air was cooling as fall neared. I pulled my baseball cap closer to the top of my sunglasses.

“Should I call him?”

“Maybe tomorrow. Let him deal with his relationship drama. Reyna is a lot to deal with. Still nothing from fuckface?”

“Nope and that’s fine.”

“Good for you. We will hydrate you, get you a good dinner, hit the gym before work in the morning and then get back on our bad bitch mental track. Agreed?”

~~~~

“Good Monday, yogis,” I chirped from my desk at the corner of my studio.

The third class was beginning to trickle in and I was settling into my rhythm. Hot yoga was next and hopefully I would sweat out all the negativity I’d allowed lately. I was in the middle of emailing back a potential client when someone rapped at the wood of my desk. I glanced up to a blonde male who waved gently.

“Heya, sansei Noa,” he said.

“That’s karate. Can I help you?”

“Do you do trial classes?”

I hit send on my email and closed my laptop. The guy was built like a poser with the defined muscles and chiseled jaw but his voice was soft and tempered. He was clean shaven and dressed like a basic gym bro.

“Normally you have to schedule them beforehand because of class size,” I gave my standard answer.

“Right, my bad. Sorry. I was just passing by the front and it looked like the kind of place I needed right now. Can I go ahead and pick a date then?”

I was staring too long into his pale blue eyes, honed in on the polite response. A nice change from the daily demanding consumers. “You know what? Ive got space right now if you like? Have you ever done hot yoga?”

A brilliant white smile showcasing sharp canines. “My favorite.”

“Perfect. I just need a name, number and email to get you a file started.”

He leaned large hands on my desk. “It’s Luke Castellan.”

Before he could give the contact information, I cut him off. “Wait. I know you.” His tanned skin paled significantly.

“I…”

“You’re supposed to be dead!” I blurted out.

His eyes skated around the room and he leaned in closer. “That’s not supposed to be public knowledge. I assume you’re a demigod?”

“Luke, you trained me. We took fucking sculpting together. The Apollo table was right next to the Hermes one for fuck’s sake.”

He winced. I heard a murmuring from the rest of my class I was disturbing with my volume. I collected my shock finally. “Take a seat if you want. We should talk after class. I need to start.”

“Okay. Thank you. I’m sorry Noa.”

I waved him off and walked over to my yoga mat. I sat cross legged and drew in an even breath to smooth out my emotions.

It was a slow 30 minute class. Each pose and movement dragged on. Finally, I dismissed the group and nodded Luke outside. He was waiting on the bench outside of the studio I split renting with a few other instructors. I sat next to him, wiping sweat from my face with the towel slung over my pink sports bra.

“Alright, talk,” I said.

“Not much to say. I was given a second chance at my hearing. Here I am. Starting over.” A shrug of well-defined shoulders. The muscles flexed beneath his gleaming sweat. His red tank top stuck to his chest and stomach. “I wish I remembered you, truly. That time is such a blur in my life.”

“It’s ok. You were a lot older than me and to be honest I had a massive crush on you so I probably hid most of the time.”

A surprised smile slipped across his lips. “I’m assuming the betrayal helped you get over that?”

I laughed outloud, slapping his knee. “No shit! So where are you staying these days?”

“Just around the corner actually. Got a job at the local gym.”

“Yeah I bet the fuck you did.” I squeezed his forearm between both of my hands. I wanted to roll my eyes at me falling back into my school girl giddy at him. Betrayal of the gods aside. He was even more gorgeous than ever. The scar down his face gave him a dark sexy vibe. Like a bad boy even though he claimed he was rehabbing himself now.

“So how, did you feel about the class?”

“I mean, I’d like to sign up for it a couple times a week, that’s for sure. And I’d like to take you out to dinner to make up for not remembering a beauty like you.”

I almost bit my cheek biting out the response of “Yes!”

“You’ve got my number,” he said, chuckling quietly. “I’ve got to get to work.” He shouldered his gym bag and excused himself.

The bike back to my apartment was spent reliving my tween fantasies about bad boy Luke. I opened my apartment door and screeched seeing a man sitting at my kitchen counter. Percy turned to face me.

“You know you live in New York? You should really lock that.”

“It was!” I snapped.

A quick grin. “Yeah. But it was easy to break into.”

I dropped my bag onto the floor and brushed past him to get a protein shake from the fridge. “I have to shower and get prepared for my night classes.” I told him.

“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier.”

I shrugged. “I didn’t either.”

He paused, studying my face in the shitty lighting of the single bulb hanging between us over the counter. “Are we good, Noa?”

“Of course. What’s a little head between friends?”

“Okay…I can’t read you. Can you not play tough just for a minute?”

I chugged the shake and set the bottle down between us. I leaned my arms on the chilled counter, bun knocking against the light. “Honestly, Percy. I’m fine. We are good.”

“Reyna moved back in.”

“You’re engaged again?”

I drank from the empty bottle to give myself something to do. He watched me with those green eyes. He’d known me for far too long. He was nearly impossible to deceive, but I was determined today. The fact that I had dreamt of fucking him two consecutive nights was irrelevant if he was off the table. Even if his lips did look incredibly juicy tonight. Even if they had done near illicit things to me just nights ago.

“I don’t know. She said she wanted to work on things. And it’s her dad’s house, so I can’t ask her to go and I don’t want to go to my mom’s and admit defeat.”

“You know you could stay here, Perc.”

He worked his jaw silently, then rubbed his hands over his face. “Thanks. I do know. Even if we aren’t officially back together, I think we should work on it…” he trailed off.

“And not tell her about you eating me out?” I leaned closer because I was mean to both him and myself. Because I knew this top combined with this angle gave him a simple opportunity. And he took it.

His tongue slid out between his lips as his eyes flicked down, stayed, then dragged deliberately back up. “Probably not,” he agreed.

For a long moment neither of us said anything. He had more to lose now than me. We were no longer on equal playing fields. So, I left the ball in his court. “I’m going to go shower.”

I was done washing in the first ten minutes. The second ten was giving him a little wiggle room to decide. I had my hand on the faucet to cut off the water that was beginning to go cold when I heard the door creak open. I watched through the fogged glass, catching a hold of my breath. I watched as he tugged his shirt off. My stomach flipped over itself when he reached for his jeans. What had I done?

The opening door let in a rush of cool air, perking my skin to attention. My eyes raked unapologetically over his naked, aroused body. His dark hair quickly slicked against his stubble covered jaw. His eyes were no longer the sea green but murky like the deep water of the ocean.

“Hey,” he said quietly, cautiously.

“Hey,” I giggled, reaching out to touch his rough jaw. He winced, catching my hand with his. “We probably shouldn’t kiss again.”

“Sure, whatever you want, Percy. What can I do to you?”

He groaned, turning his mouth into my palm, scraping teeth against the vulnerable skin. “Touch me,” he said.

My free hand instantly planted against his chest, scraping at the muscle. His eyes fluttered closed, head tilting back to expose his throat. I slid my other hand into his thick hair, tugging it tightly between my fingers and pulling to grant myself more access to the strong column of his neck. I bit it first, backing him into the tiled wall when he shuddered. I kissed over the reddening skin and moved my hands to his flat stomach, feeling the shuddered breaths beneath my touch.

“Like this?” I asked.

His reply was unintelligible. I kissed down his chest, moving my hand lower still as I went. When my fingers brushed over the v-line of his hips, I shifted my route away from the center and to his thighs. An annoyed grunt escaped his lips. “Hush,” I scolded, getting my knees under me. The now cold water was hitting the back of my neck and flowing down my body. I placed my hands on the inside of both his thighs, trailing them upwards and upwards until he nearly contorted when I gripped him. He let out a scandalous string of curses that quickly turned to moaning silence when I took him into my mouth.

He unraveled in minutes and I let him cum all over the breasts I had teased him with earlier. I rose in front of him, my own rosy cheeks mirroring his. “Now we’re even.”

#percy jackson smut #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson #logan lerman smut #logan lerman fanfiction

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seaweed-brain2-0 · 3 years

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Not only is it Percy Jackson's birthday today, it is also Percabeth's (12th??) Anniversary, so here are some of the best Percabeth moments in PJO and PJO alone. [The light blue is just me being me]

“You drool when you sleep.” (obviously)

“Me, go with you on the… the ‘Thrill Ride of Love’? How embarrassing is that? What if someone saw me?” (It was at this scene when I knew, these two would be my comfort couple in the future)

“I don’t know what my mom will do, I just know I’ll fight next to you.” “Why?” “Because you’re my friend, Seaweed Brain. Any more stupid questions?”

Annabeth’s shroud was so beautiful—gray silk with embroidered owls—I told her it seemed a shame not to bury her in it. She punched me and told me to shut up. (ah, young love)

PERCY CARRYING AROUND ANNABETHS PICTURE IN HIS NOTEBOOK TO REMIND HIMSELF THAT SHE WAS REAL no i’m not taking this one straight from the book, the paragraph is too long.

But whenever Annabeth talked about the time she spent with them, I kind of felt . . . I don’t know. Uncomfortable? No. That’s not the word. The word was jealous. (and it still took him four years to realize he was in love with her??)

She looked good. Really good. I probably would’ve been tongue-tied if I could’ve said anything except ‘reet, reet, reet’.

She tackled me with a hug, then pulled away just as quickly. “I’m glad you’re not a guinea pig.” “Me, too.” I hoped my face wasn’t as red as it felt. (nine year old me is SCREAMING)

“I’ll get us back to the ship,” I told her. “It’s okay. Just hang on.” Annabeth nodded to let me know she was better now, and then she murmured something I couldn’t hear because of the plugs in my ears. (THE INTIMACY)

The crowd cheered. Annabeth planted a kiss on my cheek. The roaring got a lot louder after that. (THEIR FIRST KISS DFGHJNBGVFDFGH why am I still fangirling over this, I've seen them kiss a billion times-)

“Um, who should I ask?” She punched me in the gut. “Me, Seaweed Brain.” “Oh. Oh, right.” (✨slow dance✨)

[Aphrodite] When she smiled at me, just for a moment she looked a little like Annabeth. (I repeat: AND IT STILL TOOK HIM FOUR YEARS TO REALIZE HE WAS IN LOVE WITH HER????)

“You didn’t believe I was dead?” “Never.” (I believe I was dead at this point)

“I, uh, was thinking we got interrupted at Westover Hall. And . . . I think I owe you a dance.” She smiled slowly. “All right, Seaweed Brain.” (✨slow dance✨ part two *more screaming*)

“Think positive. Tomorrow you’re off to camp! After orientation you’ve got your date—”

“It’s not a date!” I protested.”It’s just Annabeth, Mom. Jeez!”

“She’s coming all the way from camp to meet you.”

“Well, yeah.”

“You’re going to the movies.”

“Yeah."

“Just the two of you.”

“Mom!”

She held up her hands in surrender, but I could tell she was trying hard not to smile. (this whole scene deserved to be in here and you know it)

“Hey, it’s . . . it’s okay.” I patted her on the back. I was aware of everything in the room . I felt like I could read the tiniest print on any book on the shelves. Annabeth’s hair smelled like lemon soap. Behind me, somebody cleared his throat. It was one of Annabeth’s half-brothers, Malcolm. His face was bright red. I stepped away from Annabeth “We were just looking at maps,” I said stupidly. (imagine falling madly in love with Annabeth Chase and not knowing it until she kisses you, couldn't be me 😐)

Annabeth glared at me like she was going to punch me. And then she did something that surprised me even more. She kissed me. (*screaming intensifies*)

Annabeth and I pretty much skirted around each other. I was glad to be with her, but it also kind of hurt, and it hurt when I wasn’t with her, too. (I've just given up on screaming at Percy for not realizing his feelings sooner 😐🔫)

Annabeth wiped a tear from her cheek. “I’m glad you’re not dead, Seaweed Brain.” “Thanks,” I said. “Me too.” (you know what I'm not glad about? Beckendorf's death 😃👍🏽)

We locked eyes. I thought of a different time last summer, under Mount St. Helen's, when Annabeth thought I was going to die and she kissed me. She cleared her throat and looked away. “Prophecy.” “Right. Prophecy.” (ahaha pain)

Malcolm grinned at me. “We’ll wait outside while you finish inspection.” The Athena campers filed out the door while Annabeth cleaned up her bunk. I shuffled uneasily and pretended to go through some more reports. Technically, even on inspection, it was against camp rules for two campers to be . . . like, alone in a cabin. That rule had come up a lot when Silena and Beckendorf started dating. Anyway, for some strange reason I was thinking about this as I watched Annabeth straighten up. (fOr sOmE rEaSoN)

“Hold on, Seaweed Brain.” It was Annabeth’s voice, much clearer now. “You’re not getting away from me that easily.” (*sobs*)

“I’ll go with Percy,” Annabeth said. “Then we’ll join you, or we’ll go wherever we’re needed.” Somebody in the back of the group said, “No detours you two.” (stop saving the world and go make out 🙄)

Before I could lose my courage, I said, “Don’t I get a kiss for luck? It’s kind of a tradition, right?” I figured she would punch me. Instead, she drew her knife and stared at the army marching toward us. “Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then we’ll see.” (AND COME BACK ALIVE, HE DID)

“You’re cute when you’re worried,” she muttered. “Your eyebrows get all scrunched together.”

“You are not going to die while I owe you a favor,” I said. “Why did you take that knife?”

“You would’ve done the same for me.” (HOLY F U C K)

I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. But this was Annabeth. If I couldn’t trust her, I couldn’t trust anyone. (goodnight.)

I glanced back. Annabeth was trying not to meet my eyes. Her face was pale. I flashed back to two years ago, when I’d thought she was going to take the pledge to Artemis and become a Hunter. I’d been on the edge of a panic attack, thinking that I’d lose her. Now, she looked pretty much the same way. I thought about the Three Fates, and the way I’d seen my life flash by. I could avoid all that. No aging, no death, no body in the grave. I could be a teenager forever, in top condition, powerful, and immortal, serving my father. I could have power and eternal life. Who could refuse that? Then I looked at Annabeth again. I thought about my friends from camp: Charles Beckendorf, Michael Yew, Silena Beauregard, so many other who were now dead. I thought about Ethan Nakamura and Luke. And I knew what I had to do. “No,” I said. “I’m honored and everything. Don’t get me wrong. It’s just . . . I’ve got a lot of life left to live. I’d hate to peak in my sophomore year.” The gods were glaring at me, but Annabeth had her hands over her mouth. Her eyes were shining. And that kind of made up for it. (THIS WHOLE SCENE RUINED MY PERCEPTION OF MEN. THEY ARE, IN FACT, NOT AS PERFECT AS PERCY)

“I am never, ever going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it.” When she kissed me, I had the feeling my brain was melting right through my body. (I'M MELTING)

We held hands right up to the moment they dumped us in the water. Afterward, I had the last laugh. I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting for us to come up, but hey—when you’re the son of Poseidon, you don’t have to hurry. And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time. (DFGHJHGFDFGHJNHGFDFGHJNBVCFGHJMNBVCFKIJUHYGT I DON'T THINK I WILL EVER RECOVER FROM THIS ITS TOO PERFECT GOODBYE FOREVER)

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #happy birthday percy #pjo #hoo #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #rick riordan #riordanverse

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jihyuncompass · 3 years

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Link to the Other Boys

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Giving: Physical Touch

Luke could always tell when you were having nightmares. Even in your sleep you didn’t hide your emotions from him well. He could tell by the way your nose scrunched up, how you seemed more tense than you normally were while you slept.

He watched the way your face tensed up, how your hands balled into fists as you clung to his shirt. Your face pressing into his chest further, hide you were trying to hide from something.

Watching you for a while his hand lifted up to rub circles into your back, he didn’t want to wake you up just yet, hoping that maybe the nightmares would go away with some time so you could rest peacefully. However the more that time passed the more tense you became, clearly this wasn’t a nightmare that you were going to be able to shake off in your sleep.

“Hey.” Luke said, his voice is soft as not to scare you awake. He shook your shoulder. “Hey, wake up.” Not seeing your eyes open he shook you a bit harder, not enough to startle you yet, but the motion did force you to open your eyes. Bleary and hazy from all your sleep.

You lifted your heavy head off his chest, glancing around the room to get a grip on your surroundings. You were in Luke’s apartment, the sun was still high in the sky but starting to fall into the early evening. Trying to recall the events before you drifted off you could remember watching a movie with Luke after coming to his apartment. You’d helped around the antique store for a couple hours, then you’d come up to rest and watch a movie. Then you must have fallen asleep.

The next thing you remembered was the dream you’d had. How you’d been trapped, stuck. The dream remained in your mind as only vague images and the way it had made you feel, your heart was still beating fast and heavy. A layer of sweat coating your skin.

“What happened?” You asked him, voice hoarse from sleep. Luke looked concerned, his hand rubbing circles into your back.

“It looked like you were having a nightmare.” Luke said, gently he pulled you back down to lay against his chest, embracing you tighter. You melted into his embrace, holding to him.

“I was having a nightmare.” You said.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Luke asked. You shook your head.

“No. I don’t even really remember what happened. I just remember that it was a nightmare.” Luke glanced down at you, his face etched with concern. Holding you tighter he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m okay. I promise.” You whispered.

Luke didn’t loosen his grip on you. “I just don’t want you to be scared, and it looked like the dream was pretty scary.” You shifted your head to look up at him.

“Luke, I promise I’m okay.” You said. “Nightmares happen, but I’m okay.” Luke sat up, lifting you with him so you both were upright. His arms around your waist to keep you close.

“Do you promise you’re okay?” He asked, voice soft with concern. You nodded, reassuring him again. Leaning forward Luke kissed you, pulling you closer as your hand reached up to rest on his shoulders.

As he pulled away his hand went to cup your face, brushing his thumb against your cheek. Smiling down at him you kissed him again, letting him keep you close.

“I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you too.” Luke said back, bringing you into a tight hug. “I love you so much.”

Once Luke could allow himself to let you go he pulled himself just enough to see your face clearly. His eyes were staring right into yours, warm and full of love. His fingers traced shapes into your back as he held you, completely focused on you.

“Luke?” You said. “What’s on your mind?”

“Just you.” He said. “I know you came here to help with the store but. Could we stay like this for just a little while longer?”

Grinning you nodded. Luke brought you in to kiss you again, deeper and more hungry than he had before. His softness started to slip away to become something else. Smiling into his kiss you didn’t even dream of pulling away.

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Receiving: Gift Giving

You’d given Luke millions of gifts over your lifelong friendship. Everything from birthday gifts to holiday gifts to just little presents here and there because you’d felt like it. Over the years giving gifts had just been a regular thing you did for him, a way to show him just how much you care.

Even after he had left you still thought about him often. Even accidentally buying things you normally would have given to him, but instead they just ended up as boxes in your closet, or knick knacks on your shelf. A pile of things you mentally planned on giving him once you had the opportunity.

At some point you had stopped buying those little things. It seemed that you finally realized and game to terms with the fact that Luke had left, and you couldn’t just give him these things anymore. So you had just stopped buying them. Then of course, Luke came back, and it was both like nothing had changed, and everything had changed.

There was something about old bookstores that drew you in. Maybe it was the smell of the old books or the excitement about the possibility of finding something rare but every time you came across one you couldn’t help but to wander in at least for a few minutes.

You wandered through the shelves, reading the spines as you went. The shop wasn’t large by any means, the shelves were tight and close together, books crammed tightly onto the shelves to keep as many books as possible. You ran your fingers over the spines of the books, reading the titles as you went.

Stopping at the end of one of the shelves you stopped as your fingers landed on one of the books. Carefully you pulled the book from the shelf, looking at the cover. The words had been worn away with age but you could still make out the title. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

You flipped through the pages, careful not to damage the already old paper as you skimmed it. You’d seen dozens of copies of this book before, however this was the first time you’d seen a copy this old. Turning it over in your hands without thinking much on it walked towards the checkstand, handing over the book to the man behind the counter.

You waited until the end of the next NXX meeting to give the book to Luke. Between his own schedule and your work it was hard to arrange times for the two of you to meet, so it seemed most time effective to just wait for a few days when you knew you’d see him.

As the others took off you’d asked Luke to stay for a little while. Your request had earned a strange look from him but no argument as he waited for the others to leave first.

“I have something for you.” You said, reaching for your bag.

“You do?” Luke asked, his brow was raised as you dug around in your bag. Feeling your fingers brush against the book you pulled it out. To protect the already old book you had wrapped it up. Perfect for keeping it safe and even more perfect for presenting it as a gift.

“For you!” You said, handing over the packaged gift. Luke paused holding the gift in his hands. He stared at the gift wrap for a moment, glancing up at you as if to ask permission to open it. You motioned to the package. “Go on, open it.”

Luke tore open the paper, careful to not do any damage to the gift inside. Seeing the book he was careful to remove it from the packaging. His eyes widened as he realized the title of the book.

“Wow.” He said, a bit stunned.

“Do you like it? I’ve never seen a copy so old in person so I thought you’d appreciate it.” You explained.

Luke stared at the book in shock for another moment before finding the words he needed. “I do. I-” He broke into a smile, looking up at you. “I love it.”

“I know it’s an old copy, so you probably can’t do much reading out of it but.” You shrugged. “Between your love of Sherlock Holmes and your antique shop. This just seemed right up your alley.”

Running his fingers across the cover Luke smiled. “I’ll treasure it then. Keep it safe.” He held the book close to his chest. I promise to take care of it.”

Your heart soared seeing Luke’s happy face. Seeing him like this reminded you just how much he hadn’t changed since childhood. Despite being grown now and looking more adult, some things about him had never changed. Including his smile when you gave him a gift.

Not long after you and Luke said your goodbyes. You headed off to work while Luke went back to the antique store. The book carefully tucked away into his bag as he went.

As soon as he returned he hurried upstairs to his apartment. He couldn’t spend much time up there but he did need to do one important thing.

Taking the book from his bag he admired it. The worn cover, the fading lettering on the spine, the slightly yellow pages that crinkled as he turned them. Seeing it all brought a smile to his face.

Being careful he adjusted his shelf, making room for the book to slide onto the shelf. Stepping away Luke admired the shelf filled with small knick knacks and other books. Copies of other classic novels, kid detective kits, even a couple funny shaped rocks. All the things on display had one thing in common with one another. Each one had been a gift from you, although it’d been hard, he fought tooth and nail to hold onto even after he left. Now he was able to keep them displayed like this.

He needed to go downstairs, he thought. He couldn’t leave the store unattended for much longer. But before he left he shifted a few of the objects on the shelf, making a little more space.

More space, for the other little things he could only hope you’d give him.

#Tears of Themis #luke pearce #xia yan #luke pearce x reader #xia yan x reader #mihoyo #tot

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n0wornever · 4 years

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Remember Me - Luke Patterson x Reader

“So I have this idea where the reader died with the boys she's like their friend/fan/manager type stuff but like she has this crush on Luke since forever but never acted up on it and so when they met Julie and stuff the boys kind of neglect her because they were so focused on making the band and stuff and she also sees the chemistry between Luke and Julie. After that she went and met Willie where they talked about their unfinished business and like the reader knows her unfinished business and it's not Luke...”

So this is....the saddest piece I’ve ever written, sorry in advance

It had been about two months since Y/N and the boys were planted in Julie Molina’s life. In that short period of time, Luke, Alex, and Reggie were able to creatively connect with the girl and start to play music again. As much as she loved to watch the boys succeed, she couldn’t help but feel a pain in her chest.

As the boys grew closer to Julie, Y/N slipped into the background. Unable to contribute musically and her death making it impossible for her to help with the marketing piece she used to take on, she was often relegated to an audience member and cheerleader. She didn’t mind encouraging her boys, but she couldn’t help but feel like an outsider from the group.

As she sat on the white sand, she looked out at the open water, listening to water whip around. A jolt pushed her back a few feet, leaving her breathless. As she came back from the sudden pain, she thought about what Willie had said to Alex about completing their unfinished business. With the physical pain of whatever Caleb ejected into their system, and the hidden pain her chest, she was aware of the fact that she couldn’t last long.

She knew she needed to talk to someone about it. Her best friend had been the one she turned to when she felt her lowest. She had hesitated to say anything to him before because looked so happy with this second chance. He was writing and singing again, and most importantly, he was smiling again. She had ignored the fast beating of her heart when he grabbed her hand in excitement over the Phantoms’ first gig and definitely ignored the ache in her chest when she saw the way that Julie and Luke sang with each other on the stage. However, she knew this feeling in her gut wouldn’t go away with her letting it build inside, so she was finally going to rip off that bandaid.

She snapped her fingers and was instantly brought back to the garage. She looked around the garage and didn’t see anyone initially. As she waited, she started to hear the muffled sound of voices outside the door. She walked over, opening the door a crack and peeking outside. She saw Luke and Julie, a soft smile across his face as he looked at her. One she once thought was reserved for her. She swallowed hard as she listened.

“Julie, you’re incredible, please talk to me. You know that you can tell me anything, right?”

The girl looked up at him with wide eyes and a sweet smile. They moved to try to connect hands, his slipping through hers. She turned to face the house and he smiled at her side profile.

“This is an interesting little relationship you and I have…”

Y/N felt tears bubble toward the surface as she watched the pure encounter in front of her. She had felt like she had been replaced for a while now, but this was the physical proof she was looking for. She slid the door closed and fell against it, letting silent tears fall from her face for a moment before snapping her fingers again.

She landed in the middle of the quiet dance floor of Caleb’s club. She heard the sound of tires wheeling toward her and turned to see Willie racing her way. He slid up to meet her, picking up his board in his hand and smiling at her.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

She clutched her wrist in her opposite hand, refusing to meet his eyes. She felt his hand grab hers and she finally met his gaze, unable to stop the tears from flowing.

“What’s going on?” He pressed, his eyebrows raised in concern.

She let go of his hand and moved hers to wipe the tears away. “I just wanted to talk to you about something.” She shoved her hands in her pockets as she looked up at him.

He sighed, leading her over to the table. He sat his board on the chair next to him and turned to face her. She took a deep breath before speaking again.

“You know how you said that by completing your unfinished business you could pass on…”

“Uh-huh…” He said slowly, one eyebrow raising at her.

She rubbed the back of her neck “I was wondering...how do you find out what that is exactly...to do that…”

“Y/N have you talked to the boys-”

She stopped him, holding a hand out to his face. “I am certain it doesn’t have anything to do with them.” He stared at her blankly “You know that. We talked about how their scheduled performance will probably be the anecdote for them. That won’t work for me… I need to do this alone”

He nodded at her, waiting a moment before talking again “Okay, so let’s think about this…. Do you have anyone that you have unresolved issues with? Anyone that you might have left on bad terms with?”

She thought hard about this question. There were many people that she never received clarity from, but one stuck out. Her mom and her were never really on great terms. She remembered the last argument they had the last night before she left for the Sunset Curve show. Her mom had been frustrated with her slipping grades and her continued focus on the boys’ career instead of her own.

What really broke her was her mom’s stance that Luke “wasn’t good enough for her” and that she was wasting her time on him. The screaming match that followed this comment had left Y/N’s face red and her heart racing as she screamed ‘I hate you’ at her mother and slammed the door as she left.

She regretted that the moment she said it. She knew her mom was just looking out for her, that she wanted the best for her daughter, and was genuinely worried about her. She knew she didn’t like Luke, but it wasn’t because she disliked him, she felt like the boy was leading her daughter on and didn’t want her heart to hurt anymore. Her mom was there the nights she cried when Luke would go on dates with other girls or when he would cancel plans last minute. Her mom would console her into the early hours of her morning. Although they didn’t always see eye to eye, her mom cared about her and loved her more than anyone she ever knew.

She felt her chest get heavier the longer she thought about that moment. She met Willie’s eyes again, placing her hands on the table as she told him the story.

“I think I know what I need to do, thanks, Wille.”

The right side of his lips rose at her, grabbing her hands and squeezing them. “You sure that this is what you want?”

She nodded, standing up. She wrapped the flannel she stole from Luke this morning and pulled it over her shoulders. The pair exchanged a hug and a last goodbye before she poofed out of the room. As she opened her eyes, she was met by a scene she was all too familiar with. The tree was already decorated for the Christmas holiday, the dining room set the way her mom always did even though they rarely ate there. She walked forward, entering the living room. That is when she saw her, she almost cried at the sight of the grey-haired woman, knitting in her favorite chair. As she approached her and watched her stoically watching the screen in front of her, she shook from the emotion that fell from her body. Y/N tried to wave her hand in front of her face, but the woman did not react to the movement. She watched her for another moment before she walked over to the table.

She saw the pen and notepad on the table and concentrated on them. She exhaled as she was able to hold the pen in her hand. She touched the notepad, pressing the ink to the page. The words flew like water from her as the pen hit the paper. She got to the end and thought carefully before she wrote “Your Sunshine” at the end in neat cursive. She ripped the paper from the rest and folded into a perfect square. She held it up to her and kissed it gently. She walked to the kitchen, placing the note next to the coffee machine that she’d know the woman would eventually wander to. She looked around the room one more time before stepping through the back door.

She sat down on the outside steps and took a deep breath. She rested her elbows on her knees and brought her hands up to cover her face. She finally took a moment to let go, crying into her hands, the tears collecting in her palm. She knew that she couldn’t bear to evaporate into thin air or whatever would happen at her home. She felt like that would be like her mom losing her twice, even if she didn’t see her.

She snapped her fingers and heard the familiar noise of the waves around her. She let her eyes set on the water furthest from her. Sitting in silence as the grey day consumed her.

Later that night

Luke’s body drew a subtle hue as he hugged Julie, feeling the strength reenter his body after a near-death after their last performance. The band hugged each other closely, spinning around in a circle at the opportunity for another chance to be around each other. As they separated, Luke looked around the room with wide eyes.

“Hey, where’s Y/N, I know she’s not formally a part of the band...but maybe this will work for her too?”

He looked over to the chair where he normally found her reading and didn’t see her lamp on. He ran over to the other side of the room by the stereo and found nothing. He ran his fingers through his hair as he sprinted back over to his bandmates.

He jogged back to his bandmates, scratching his head “Did she say she was going somewhere tonight?”

Before any of them could answer, they heard the turn of wheels near the entrance of the garage. They turned to see the long-haired skater frantically trying to catch his breath. His eyes darted between all of the boys eyes before he met Luke’s, fighting the tears he already felt coming.

“Willie, what’s going on?” Alex asked, approaching the boy.

Willie looked up at Alex with tears welling in the corners of his eyes. He bit down on his bottom lip before speaking to the group.

“She didn’t want me to tell you guys, but my heart can’t take you all not knowing. I think Y/N is gone.”

Luke scoffed, pointing at the empty room behind him “Yeah, I just tried to look for her-”

Wille interrupted him, swallowing hard “No...she’s gone gone.”

Luke’s face moved to a scowl, approaching the man with his fists balled “What do you mean? What the hell did you do?”

Wille pressed backward, and Alex intervened, pushing against Luke’s chest to separate the boys. The skater put a hand on Alex’s shoulder and moved him out of the way to meet Luke’s angry expression again.

“I didn’t do anything. SHE came to me this afternoon and asked about completing unfinished business. She told me she had to do this. She said something about it being her last hope.” Luke felt his eyes fill with water. He turned away from the group and slammed his hand against the wall, knowing well that it would bruise his knuckles.

He screamed out in anguish before moving back over to her seat on the couch. His bandmates watched as he terrorized the room, ripping papers and pushing over furniture. Willie moved forward to try to console him but Alex’s arm rose, blocking the boy from walking forward. Alex nodded at his bandmates and Willie, the four of them leaving the boy alone in the room.

Luke noticed a neat little square of paper sitting on top of the last book she read. He picked it up and saw his name written in her perfect penmanship. he sat down in her chair and wiped his tears aways on his ruffled top, steadying his breathing before unraveling the piece of paper.

“Luke,

I didn’t want to do this, but I think leaving will be the best thing for my heart. I hope that your work with Julie gives you and the boys the second chance that you all deserve. I have never been prouder of you and no one in this world and afterlife deserves another shot of happiness like you do. I hope Julie takes care of your heart because I know that you deserve so much love, I hope she’s willing to give that to you for as long as she can. Thank you for being my first friend, my first ‘boss’, and....my first love. I hope you never forget me because I know that it will be very difficult for me to forget you.

Love,

Your Sugar, Y/N”

He didn’t notice that he was crying until a few rogue tears hit the paper, drenching the words. He read the words “first love” several more times before folding it back up into her perfect square. He brought the note up to his lips and kissed it gently before holding it to where his heart used to beat. He looked up at the ceiling and whispered “I love you so much, I’m so sorry Sugar” to the air around him, letting the tears continue to fall as he sat in silence.

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parkerslatte · 3 years

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Gone Forever

Luke Patterson x Reader

Warnings: Car accident, death

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: (Y/N) is friends with Julie and the boys - she is very friendly with Luke in particular. Not long after the Orpheum performance, (Y/N) dies in a car accident. Luke tries to find her as a ghost.

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(Y/N) beamed up at the stage as Julie and the boys performed, she was beyond proud of what Julie has accomplished with the boys. Julie was no longer the timid girl who shied away from music. She was now performing on stage at the Orpheum. (Y/N) was beyond proud of her. However, no matter how proud (Y/N) was of Julie, there was still an aching feeling in her heart. She knew that the boys were going to cross over, she knew that this was the last time she was going to see them.

The song drew to a close and (Y/N) clapped along with everyone else. A single tear fell down her cheek as she looked at Luke, Alex and Reggie. She made eye contact with Luke and he gave her a small reassuring smile. It’s okay, he mouthed. (Y/N) smiled at him once more before smiling at Alex and Reggie who both gave her a smile in return. The four of them took a bow before the three boys disappeared, leaving Julie along on the stage.

After the show, (Y/N) went straight home. Julie offered for her to stay the night, but (Y/N) just wanted to be alone. Julie understood this, knowing how much the boys crossing over had affected her. While Julie went home to find the boys dying (again) on the studio floor, (Y/N) went back to her house and cried on her bed. (Y/N) wished that she had never fallen for the shaggy haired ghost, but it had happened. She knew that a relationship between the two would never be possible for them but at least she could’ve still spoken to him - but now he was gone forever and there was nothing (Y/N) could do.

There was a faint knock on her door and (Y/N) tried to compose herself quickly, knowing that it was most likely her parents, “Hang on, I’ll be a minute.” (Y/N) hastily wiped the tears from her face while getting up from the bed. The door opened and (Y/N)’s heart dropped. She stopped wiping the tears away and stood there stunned.

“Luke?”

Luke smiled at the girl, “Yeah, it’s me.” (Y/N) noticed that he looked different, he looked more alive.

“But, how- how are you here? You crossed over.” (Y/N) said, inching forward towards him.

“Playing the Orpheum wasn’t our unfinished business.” Luke stated, stepping closer to (Y/N).

“What about Caleb? What about his house band? Are Alex and Reggie okay? Does Julie know? Does-” Luke cut (Y/N) off by holding her upper arms gently, “How- how are you doing that?”

Luke smiled again, “Something happened with Julie at the studio, we don’t know what it was but I don’t think we need to worry about Caleb anymore. And as for this-” Luke’s moved his hands from (Y/N)’s upper arms to cup her face, (Y/N)’s moved hers to hold gently onto his wrists, not believing this was real, “I still think we’re dead but we can now touch people. So now, I can finally do this.”

(Y/N)’s eyebrows furrowed, “What do you mean-”

Luke planted his lips on hers, cutting off her speech. (Y/N) kissed him back, gripping onto his wrists a little tighter in surprise. Luke pulled away and rested his forehead on hers. (Y/N) opened her eyes and looked at Luke. A smile stretched across her face.

“How long have you waited to do that?” (Y/N) mumbled.

“A long time.” Luke answered before leaning in and kissing her again.

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It was a few weeks after the Orpheum performance and everything was going amazingly. The boys had figured out that they could choose when they wanted to be seen and could make themselves tangible at will. This of course made Reggie very happy as he could interact with Ray without it being a one sided conversation. But even Reggie’s happiness didn’t meet the happiness Luke and (Y/N) felt. The two of them were not rushing into things, the last time they had kissed was that night after the Orpheum performance, but the two of them were now extremely touchy with each other. They were always connected in some way, whether that be holding hands, Luke’s arm slung around her shoulder or their feet touching as they sat opposite ends of the couch.

The four band members were sitting on Julie’s couch flipping through all the TV channels trying to find something to watch. (Y/N) wasn’t with them, she had decided to go shopping with her mother that day - of course Luke sulked at the thought of spending time away from (Y/N) since the two had been connected at the hip these last few weeks. (Y/N) had reassured the boy that she would come around later that day.

They flicked through the channels until the word ‘Breaking News’ flashed up on the screen. Julie stopped flicking through the channels as the four band members listened.

“At 4:02 this afternoon, a car was hit in a drunk driving accident. The drunk driver sustained few injuries however the car they hit wasn’t so lucky,” The news reporter said, “The two people in the car, believed to be a mother and daughter, suffered major injuries. The mother was quickly rushed to hospital to treat her, the daughter however, wasn’t as lucky. Seventeen year old, (Y/N) (L/N) was pronounced dead at the scene.”

Tears fell down Julie’s cheeks as she jumped up from the couch, immediately phoning her dad. Luke, Alex and Reggie sat there in shock, their eyes glazed over with tears. It wasn’t until a few minutes later once everything had sunk in, that Luke got up from the couch and began pacing around.

“No, no, no, she can’t be gone. She promised she'd be here and she never breaks her promises,” Luke ran his hands through his hair as tears slid down his cheeks, “Maybe- maybe she’s come back as a ghost, I mean we did right? Maybe she has too.”

Alex looked at his friend, even though Alex himself was distraught over the news, he knew that Luke was hurting much more than he was, “But Luke, we had unfinished business, that’s the reason we came back. And we came back twenty-five years after we died, if (Y/N) does come back as a ghost, it may take her that long.”

Luke took one look at his blonde friend before leaving the house, not before saying one final comment, “I’m going to find her.”

For days after her death, Luke had searched everywhere for (Y/N). He had checked the site of the crash, he had checked her house, he had checked the small cafe she had loved so much. He looked everywhere he could think of and she wasn’t anywhere to be found. Luke didn’t want to believe that (Y/N) was gone forever, but he was beginning to think it.

He collapsed on the side of the street. No one would be able to see him, he made sure of that. All he could think about was (Y/N). If she wasn't a ghost, he would never see her again. He would never get to hug her again. He would never get to kiss her again like the night of the Orpheum performance. Luke just wanted (Y/N) back.

Luke wished that he hadn’t convinced (Y/N) to come around Julie’s later that day, maybe then she and her mother wouldn’t have been caught in that crash. They would have taken another route home and (Y/N) would still be alive and her mother wouldn’t be in the hospital. Luke’s eyes widened, there was one place he hadn’t checked yet.

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(Y/N) stared down at her mothers body laying on the bed. Her chest going up and down in shallow breaths. Her mother was alive and (Y/N) was happy about that. Her mother was okay and that’s all that mattered. Even though she was hooked up to multiple different machines, (Y/N) knew she would pull through - her mother was a strong person. She would never let something like a drunk driver take her life. (Y/N) had been in the hospital her mother was in the past few days, she hadn’t left. (Y/N) had realised that she was a ghost quite quickly after someone had walked directly through her. (Y/N) even watched as her body was placed into a body bag.

However, since she had died, (Y/N) hadn’t gone to see Julie, Luke, Alex or Reggie. She would have no idea if Julie would even be able to see her. (Y/N) wouldn’t even know what she would say to Luke. (Y/N) had gotten entertainment from people from her highschool posting tributes to her. When there was no one at the computer in reception, (Y/N) went onto instagram and saw everything people were posting about her. She always laughed when someone she hated posted a tribute saying they were the best of friends, it took everything for the dead girl not to comment on the post, but (Y/N) thought that a comment from a dead girl would probably give them a heart attack so she refrained herself from doing so.

Feeling another presence in the room, (Y/N) turned around expecting it to be another doctor but when she saw who it was she stood up. Luke was standing there, he looked clearly disheveled and his eyes were red and puffy like he had been crying. (Y/N) felt her break, she suddenly regretted not going to see him once she became a ghost.

“(Y/N)...” Luke had rushed forward and pulled the girl into his arms. The girl he had been looking for for days was in his arms.

“Luke,” (Y/N) said, pulling away from the hug and looking up at him, “I am so sorry I didn’t come to see you. I was scared and I didn’t-”

“I don’t care. You’re here, that’s all I care about.” Luke’s hands held (Y/N)’s waist gently.

“So how are the others? How’s Julie doing?” (Y/N) thought of her friend and how she was coping with her death.

“She’s been a bit distant, she hasn’t spoken to us much about it. Alex and Reggie tried to talk to her but she just brushed them off.” Luke explained.

“Do you think she will be able to see me?” (Y/N) questioned.

“There’s only one way to find out.” Luke said, taking a step back from the girl and holding his hand out.

(Y/N) looked at his hand before looking back over to her mother in the hospital bed, Luke noticed this and took her hand in his, “She’s gonna be okay, alright. The doctors and nurses are going to take good care of her. She’ll be fine.”

(Y/N)’s glance lingered on her mother a few moments longer before it finally shifted back to Luke. (Y/N) gave him a small smile, “Alright, let’s go.”

“One thing first.” Luke said before pecking (Y/N) on the lips. (Y/N) smiled before the two of them poofed away.

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throwawayfish · 3 years

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𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: it’s never easy to always be in the honeymoon phase of a relationship, but being with the pogue king just needs a bit more effort to keep it that way

warnings: platonic!rafe x reader (not a lot in this chapter), fluff, angst, language, minor drowning incident, lowercase intended, typos for sure

a/n: we’ve reached the end of the series! whew! it’s been a long time coming. read to find out what happens to jj and y/n!! gif used is mine :)

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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

the morning light didn’t shine through your windows for hours on the daily. the drawn curtains shielding you from the rays as you used as a barrier from the outside world, waking up later than what you’re used to. it was with bold determination that you managed to gather yourself and do what you normally would. get up, fix the bed, do bathroom agendas and cook food— either only for you or the best friends you had plans to meet with.

three days had passed since you last saw the group. staying within the rundown walls of your house, wallowing in heartbreak and, although you hate to admit it, self pity. but today was different, as pope persuaded her to surf - knowing that he was just trying to get her to go by using flattery - but she agreed after telling the lad he poor enticing skills.

the sun was at somehow at its peak as you arrived your usual spot, colossal waves in view as the silhouettes of your friends surfed from the distance. their laughs being carried away with the wind towards you let your feet sink in the hot sand.

though you loved hearing their faint laughters, the absence of the the one you were too nervous to run into once again didn’t come unnoticed. you propped your board by the palm tree that offered shade, peeling off the summer dress you had on as it revealed your favourite bikini. you waxed hastily, ready to get your body submerged in the ocean.

tucking your board under your arms, you ran to the white water that’s widespread on the shallow part, watching your friends wait for the set that was coming up as you ventured to them excitedly as you passed the shore break, using the riptide to get on the deep end faster.

once you reached the section they were at, it was as if it was your deep seated understanding with the rest to paddle out and catch waves of your own. it was deemed throughout the group- that eventually became passed on the island, that you and the blonde pogue were one’s greatest competition when it came to surfing. you both found it funny, setting the pressure aside and let your adoration for each other mask it.

the swells were developing faster, some breaking earlier than usual and some not being worth to catch. soon enough, the two boys left to rest for a little while, having been there an hour before kie and an extra half hour before you.

silence filled the air for awhile, the only thing easing the tension in the atmosphere was the crashing of the waves. it was soon ceased as the brunette spoke, “i’m sorry...” you looked at her, prompting her to continue “about you and jj.”

your lips formed a thin line, not knowing whether to make a face or smile. “i hope you guys could work it out.” that statement alone impelled you to let out a scoff.

“you’re actually telling me that...you’re actually telling me that?” you asked in annoyance, she bowed her head before building up the courage to speak again.

“we weren’t doing anything behind your back.” she started, “i know it doesn’t seem that way but believe me, we didn’t. i can’t do that to myself, to jj, and i respect and love you too much to do that to you.”

although you guys we’re still floating on your surfboards, hair and skin soaked in salty water, you could guarantee that a few tears fell from her eyes. but knowing kie and being best friends for so long, tears were not what you needed to have assurance of her sincerity, it was simply her bringing her walls down to talk her feelings away.

“i appreciate that a lot. i’m sorry too if i doubted you, it just wasn’t hard to do so when he has chosen you over me multiple times. and it’s not like it’s a bad thing to be closer than ever, he just doesn’t know how to get his priorities straight, i guess.” you answered, letting the water cradle you as you eased through a conversation.

it was not hard to forgive kiara, positive that what she was saying was true. you looked out to the horizon as you were at the apex of a wave, closing your eyes but cutting it short as you heard her speak, “he loves you...” you looked into her eyes and can see the honey colour of them spill out genuineness

“...so much. but he was doubting as well. the reason why he kept on meeting me was he was asking me stuff to know if you were sure about him.” you furrowed your brows, keeping you gaze at her as your stare asked for more questions.

“it’s not my place to speak for him. it’s better if you guys talk. that night was full of rage, make another one full of understanding. all i want right now is to be your best friend again.” a lot of weight was lifted off your shoulder, you clouded mind started to clear as you paddled slightly over her to wrap her in your arms “you never even lost me, kie.” she returned the hug as you both caught a few more waves.

as you both decided that it was time to paddle back, the period dropped as the tide leveled out offering a few entries into nice waves. kiara, out of breath let you have time for yourself as you insisted that you’ll be fine alone and waited a few minutes for a nice set to conquer and kick out the channel.

a herculean wave came to view which quickly capped out. paddling over after it broke, you saw the second one gaining such momentum as it approached someone like you who’s been expecting a day ender.

intimidating was the word you described it in your head. it towering over you as the sun rested at the shoulder of it, the glare making it harder to examine what it’s going to do whether it is going to close down or give you the time to catch it.

after seeing the line for previous waves, you decided to paddle out, fully committing in it being one of the difficult waves that size that you surfed in.

but that commitment lead you to a minor downfall as the higher you got, the clearer the reefs became as it drew off from the ocean ground. making you realize that it would be a steep giant that you needed to brace yourself for.

things didn’t not go your way as your board basically was propped on air, not giving you any control to position yourself. you dropped on the cold water, covering your head as you landed exactly where the impact zone is.

reeling your board in, you tried to catch a decent sized wave, hoping to ride out on the white water to get out of the section faster. your arms were killing you, not cooperating as it just made you slower.

soon enough you once again submerged, a plethora of underwater billow surrounding you. the current tossing you around, making you tumble worse than a gymnastics class make their students do.

when you surfaced, an engine could be heard nearing you, a voice shouting your name as it reached your seemingly lifeless body. the yells were indistinct, your board long forgotten as your back hit the fine sand before you were rolled over to your side, your eyes still closed.

“y/n, you okay?” you heard, slowly gaining back your consciousness, you felt hands soothing your back as you opened your eyes, meeting your favourite blue ones.

jj had his moments, and running to you was his solution to everything. but when he got in a fight with his father, rebuttals about you set his insides on fire as luke degraded him to the point where even he, the guy who shrugs everything off and continues to live his life, questioned if he was even worthy of you.

that’s what lead him to spending his time with kie. as he couldn’t feel any pressure when he’s around her. asking her what he could do to improve about himself to be enough for you and always getting the same response that he already was.

but as he saw you with rafe, that set off the recurrence of his negative thoughts. the smile that you give to mostly everyone suddenly became a special one for the kook, the goodbye wave you did suddenly became a secret message of i miss you, and the words of his dad of him being useless suddenly became true.

it was illogical, as him out of all people should know who you were, being that you’ve been friends for as long as you can remember. but you ending your guys’ relationship worsened the situation.

he came from the garage where the his dad kept his equipments. having to steal keys from a drunk luke wasn’t such a task as he was drunk himself, the confidence sinking in as he approached the steps of the house that didn’t even look like one.

he did the sort of thing every now and then, taking the phantom for a spin was his escape, even though it was usually followed by a few punches when his dad finds out. he learned overtime how to be more furtive about it, knowing when to take the boat and how to use it without his dad finding out.

the surfing invite got to him, pope never leaving anyone out of the group. however, he still refused as he knew you were coming. positive that you cannot last three days without acting like a sane person, he wanted to give you a fun day to be with the others without him ruining it.

but he could just not see you, so he drove to your constant place to surf. the place where you both came to terms with your feelings and the one where you had discussions of how you both will have the chance to surf at Mavericks.

he watched smiling at your figure dancing on your board. the water glistening beneath as if it was worshipping you as you became one with the ocean, letting it control you. but he immediately was in action as he saw you wipe out and get toppled by gigantic swells multiple times. it wasn’t an easy task, as the set made it difficult to reach for you in his first try, having to drive away briefly as the set approached. he pulled your body onto the phantom as he finally had the chance to, his heart breaking at the sight of your once velvet lips now turned blue.

the others were just as worried for you when the blonde reached the shore. jj performing cpr before turning you sideways to let out any saltwater from within as he shouted your name. he felt helpless, but it was soon replaced with relief as your weak eyes made contact with his cerulean ones. the tightness in his chest loosening the grip it had.

you sat up as you looked away and was immediately given water by john b. jj running a hand through his already messy locks “don’t you scare me like that ever again!” frustration masked in his voice.

the others were reassured of your safety already, but they also knew that it was time to leave you two to talk, and with that being said they excused themselves to go wait in the twinkie.

“uh..thank you.” you broke the awkward silence, offering a smile that didn’t last long as you looked at anywhere but him “you’re welcome. are you fine? do you need to go to the hospital?”

you shook your head, walking back to the palm tree where your things are. you put on your dress as the golden cast from the sun complimented your tanned skin. you began to pack up when you heard him speak

“can we talk?” he pleaded, a heavy sigh escaped your lips. your head and lungs were still stinging from almost drowning, and you knew tears were not going to help. but you also knew that if you didn’t talk now then nothing will ever be resolved, so you nodded, sitting on the beach chair john b brought, him sitting on the other one across from you.

“what have we become?” you joked and just as you were expecting he laughed with you while nodding in agreement “i was an asshole— screw that, i still am! i’m an asshole.” he paused and looked down before getting out a regretful laugh “but i’m in love with you. i still am.”

“an asshole that’s in love with me? what a dream.” tears brimmed the corners of your eyes. you reached out, grabbing his chin to make him look at you, “you hurt me,” swallowing the lump that formed in your throat before continuing “you made me feel like i was nothing to you anymore. you were my definitely when i was just a maybe to you.” you breathed deeply “but i hurt you too.” you sniffled

“the ways you tried to take your mind off things, me, was kinda fucked up. you weren’t thinking about me, only yourself...” he tried to cut you off but you raised your hand to let him know you weren’t finished.

“but jj you need to know you’re enough for me.” this time he interrupted “kie told you.” he said in statement rather than a question. you nodded, grabbing hands and held it tight.

“she did. and how dare you think i’m high maintenance and have high standards! you have more skincare products than me!” he laughed and wiped the tear that threatened to fall.

“i just thought you deserved better. seeing you with rafe at the ferry just set it off even though i know you would never cheat on me. you cried when you saw a frog eat a fly! but i could never give you the life he could, or any other guy in this case. i live off of beer and extra grits from the wreck—”

“i love you. i think that’s an enough answer, is it not.” he stoop up for a moment before dropping on his knees to match your height. caressing your rose blush cheeks that got more saturated as he tried to catch your eye.

“can we please try this again?” he queried, his eyes showing the red veins as he tried to stop his tears from falling once more. you smiled, nodding and throwing your arms around him, him almost losing his balance as he caught you.

“i thought you’d never ask.” you placed a chaste kiss on his cheeks and buried your face on the crook of his neck. it was quiet for a few seconds before he muttered

“what about rafe...”

you kissed him. your soft ones brushing against his chapped ones. but you didn’t care, his lips were on yours, at that moment you knew it was definitely him, you weren’t wrong the first time.

“i’ll eat grits for the rest of my life if it means being with you. rafe’s my best friend but you’re the one i want. now shut up and kiss me again.”

your hearts beat faster and faster as your lips collided with his own. he knew this kiss was the seal he needed. you thought it would be only be a short and sweet one, but as you began to pull away his arms were on your figure. one at the back of your neck as he deepened it, the other on your lower back to pull you closer. a gesture that didn’t compare to a surging tide as it made your knees weak.

once he pulled away, he brushed his nose with yours. his eyes stayed close as he was contented in feeling “you sure you’ll be satisfied being with me? because we’re off on a really bad start already and i’m telling you, you ain’t going anywhere.”

“i think that kiss was an answer in itself, love.”

you pulled in an embrace, placing a kiss on your temple as he squeezed you lightly “hell yeah!”

you drove up the roads of the outerbanks, the windows of your old vehicle rolled down as you bathed under the starlit canvas, the breath of the moon sending soothing kisses to your face.

the estate was still well lit, majority of the light in the deck turned on as a shadow appeared from one of the pillars that was blocking it. you ventured forward, confirming your guess as to who it was. once they looked down, you waved and they immediately ran down to meet you.

“y/n!!!” they yelled in excitement as they clung onto you. you giggled as you put your index finger on your lips, mentioning for her to lower her tone as you pulled their hair jokingly “what’s up, sneezy”

“you’ve missed 8 sleepovers. that’s a lot to make up for if you ask me.” she sassed and you just rolled your eyes.

soon enough you were inside the mansion once again. it felt like a void has been filled, feeling like going there was a part of you. not because of how big it is or how you get to experience staying over once in a while compared to your house or the uncomfortable pull out that you loved nonetheless. it was because you felt like the people here, or atleast the ones in your age range, considered you as family.

sarah jumped up from the living room couch as she saw you, rambling about how she missed you and how you miss out on a lot. but she promised to tell you all about it, asking you if you wanted to stay the night. you knew she wasn’t going to let you go anyway so you agreed. promising to catch up after you do what you initially came for.

the high end door was slightly open, a faint light from the inside tainting the dimly lit hallway. you pushed it open eagerly, seeing the boy on his bed finishing a can of soda. his slicked back hair making you laugh as you leaned against the doorframe.

“hey kook! wanna be friends again?”

the end.

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creativeashproductions · 4 years

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What If...? I // Alive!Luke Patterson

Summary: The story of Sunset Curve if someone had been able to stop them from the fatal street dogs. A rock and roll family legacy, the reader meets Luke at a concert where he decides she is his endgame, this is a story of their life together.

Warning: Swearing, fluff, female!reader, do street dogs count now??

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A/N: Interesting fact about the stand where the guys get the streets dogs is the name of shady business is a play on words. Say the name fast and you’ll catch on.

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Los Angeles, Early 1990s

Sunset Curve started as a fun little project for a group of four teenagers from all walks of life and different stories. It came about when a kind blonde boy was trying to find a socially acceptable way to hang out with someone he was currently seeing. It worked because Alex had learnt drumming as a way to work his frustrations out, he didn’t feel like he could punch someone, so boxing was a no go. Luke, the guy he was seeing, had received a guitar from his parents and self-taught himself how to play. The Patterson parents believed it would be a phase and he’d get serious about education.

The duo found out that an acquaintance had been having taken guitar lessons for several years, as a date Luke and Alex discovered him in the music room at school. Somehow another guy, Bobby, joined and then when the relationship between Alex and Luke mutually ended the band floundered. Alex, however, refused to let the breakup affect their friendships. Luke refused to give up the band. Sunset Curve was then forever changed to a permanent band.

In 1993 Luke attended one of his favourite local bands at a venue where he bumped into you. Chemistry and attraction instantaneous between you two, unlike anything before. IN that few second you both knew that you had see the other again.

“Hey! Sorry!” You called out over the loud music glancing over his shoulder at your friends grinning in response. After a bad breakup, Jay and Ro had been pushing you into failed blind dates.

“No worries!” Luke replied, “Gnarly song, hey?”

You nodded glancing at your friends once more, “I better get back to my friends.”

Luke frowned as you gave no indication you felt the spark, he did in the minute of interaction, but he hoped he could change your mind. The encounter settled in his mind as the concert finished, and the clock struck midnight.

Ro and Jay hounded you for leaving a gorgeous guy with the same music taste, but you just felt wrong to lead him on. Sure, you felt something for the guy but look how the previous relationship turned out.

“After James…”

“He’s an ass,” Ro spoke frowning at the tone you used for your ex. A two-year relationship with a guy you thought would be your forever love, “Girl, I would date you in a second! You’re a strong woman who doesn’t need a man. But that doesn’t mean having a little fun…”

“He’s gorgeous.” Jay supplied looking over at the boy whose attention was sucked back into the music by the band Weezer. The band is an inspiration for his music, “Look at his arms. Cut off muscle shirts were explicitly made for him.

“If I see him again. I’ll think about it.” You sighed chuckling as Jay made a face at the song being played. Jay didn’t like this kind of music, but she loved you too much to not be there when you were still hurting.

A few weeks later in a bookstore, you waited for your Aunt’s book club to end so you could help close the store and go home. The sound of a guitar brought your head over the couch to see that guy with a band from the concert; all of them playing instruments. Godlike he couldn’t get any more perfect, then he started singing. You were a goner.

“You should try the cheesecake bites.” You spoke coming up behind the guy at the snack table, “So you like Weezer, play guitar in a rock band and you sing?”

Luke was surprised at the sight of you, “Hey. I..uh…yeah. Always been a fan of rock.”

“I grew up on it. My parents met at a Rush concert, and a year later they were married.” You spoke leaning back against the wall, “Dad’s on the road right now.

Alex noticed Luke talking to a girl across the room as he packed up his kit, a pinch of sadness felt, but he pushed it away. They ended for a reason, and they just didn’t care about each other the same way. Alex was happy for his friend.

“Is he in a band?” Luke asked glancing at the band shirt you tied into a crop top and a pair of shorts. It was gorgeous but straightforward on you.

“Yeah. The tour bus was kind of my first home, I guess.” You chuckled looking at the guy, “Hey sorry for being standoffish at the concert. It was lame of me.”

Luke smiled, crossing his arms and smiling when he noticed your eyes wander to his arms before you met his gaze again. He usually wasn’t so confident, but God, there was something that drew him to you. He’d hoped he would bump into you again.

“It’s cool.” Luke shrugged, “If I say something really cool, could I get your number?”

You smiled, grabbing the sharpie in your back pocket before gently taking his arm. Scribbling the number on his arm to glanced up to his awed expression.

“Call me.” You replied before pushing off the wall to head to the where your Aunt was starting to close up, “I have a personal line.”

Luke beamed happily following Reggie out the door, a grin that didn’t leave his face. He called. After a date, he called nightly, and a relationship was born.

Your converse slapped on the sidewalk as you sprinted to the band studio beyond excited to see Luke after two weeks of family time on the road. You missed him. He was coming out of the studio they rented when he glanced up. He stumbled back when you slammed into him full force.

“Whoa!” Luke yelped as he caught his balance and squeezed you close to him, breathing in the scent that was just you, “I missed you so much.”

“Me too.” You breathed hurriedly kissing him in response, “I just got back, and I had to see you.”

The entire world fades away as you guys kissed as if you hadn’t seen each other in months rather than a few weeks. His one hand moving to cup the back of your neck and the other squeezing your hip. Yours wrapped around his neck.

Your heads tilting to deepen the kiss when a voice interrupted you.

“Gag me with a spoon.” Bobby spoke, walking by with a grimace, “Nice that your back so Luke will stop moping but too bad since I’ll have to see that.”

“Oh, shut up, man.” Luke shoved him playfully before he picked up his abandoned guitar case and held your hand tighter, “You’ll understand when you find someone.”

Reggie and Alex waved as they continued on, Reggie would have to endure a tense supper with his parents, and Alex had family plans as well. Luke, however, was bringing you home to see his parents; out of his life choices, Emily and Mitch adored you.

“Come on.” Luke smiled, kissing your cheek as he tugged you to the sidewalk refusing you let you go on the walk to his place. Luke listened as you told stories from your time with your parents; he had allowed to meet them. Every time, however, last-minute details kept Luke from meeting your father.

“So, I have some news…” You playfully said coming to a stop at the front door of his house with a grin. Luke’s little grin appeared at how happy you looked and the sunburn on the tip of your nose.

“Yeah?”

“You know Poison Monarchy, right? The club.” You questioned moving to lean against the brickwork, you were expected to see his reaction. Luke’s eyes brightened at the mention of a famous club that jumpstarted a few bands.

“Of course! The guys and I snuck in to see this radical band. We got kicked out, but man it was such a cool night.” Luke grinned slipping into the memory of being where local bands got big, and most went on to place The Orpheum.

“Well-“

“Luke.” Luke’s dad Mitch spoke from the open doorway with a look of displeasure at the guitar case resting at the teen’s feet.

Luke automatically straightened his posture at the sight of his stern father waiting in the entrance. His hand keeping yours when it started to slip out.

“Dinner is getting cold,” Mitch spoke, turning his attention to you. His stern expression breaking into a genuine smile, “Y/N, it’s nice to have you over.”

Luke was led into his own house by you as you enthralled Mitch in a story about something you saw on the road. His Mom was putting the last dish on the table when the kitchen livened up with the new additions. Emily was quick to tug you into a huge before everyone washed up.

Luke was kind to walk you home after dinner with his parents where he could breathe again from the expectations in his home. His arm slung around your shoulder, humming a new melody that had been in the back of his mind.

“So, I hope you guys are free Friday.” You spoke nestling further into his side content in his jacket he had draped over your shoulders.

“Why?” Luke questioned, tilting his head to kiss your temple. His fringe tickling your forehead as he did so.

“The regular band isn’t able to play, and they were looking for a replacement. My Aunt-“

“-who owns the book store you finally talked to me at-“

You chucked at Luke’s words, “Anyways, her brother-in-law went to high school with the owner, and I may have dropped your band, and well you have a gig.”

“I love you,” Luke exclaimed stumbling back at his words. Your eyes widened in response, “Oh god. That is not how I wanted to tell-“

“You love me?” You shyly spoke, staring at the boy that held your heart in his hands ever since the first real conversation. Luke’s face turned bright red as he stuttered out mindless words. Something in your eyes changed that, and the confidence returned with a shade of shy.

“Yeah. I do. I have for a while, but I know how that loser broke your heart, and I didn’t want to rush you.” Luke spoke cupping your cheek in his hand, “But I really love you. Like, not some puppy love either. I see two things in the future. Sunset Curve and you.”

“Luke-”

“And I know it’s only been a year, and we’re barely seventeen, but I’ve only been sure about two things in my life. You don’t have to-“

“Luke! I love you too.” You laughed, reaching up to kiss him with all the love you could pour into it. Love you loved him, and God help him, he adored you, “Well Rockstar, better plan your setlist.”

You breathed cradling his hands still cupped on your cheeks each bearing a grin of pure happiness because this was a perfect moment; just Luke and you in love. That was all that was needed.

Two years flew by for Sunset Curve and your relationship with Luke did as well and with every relationship came ups and downs. After a nasty fight, you came to a compromise to never go to bed angry, Luke had spent the entire night on your porch. He got sick, and you made up. After performing at Poison Monarchy, the first time they had monthly gigs there, they would busk on the street for extra cash. Luke bought you a promise ring with his busking savings just before the big blowout with his parents on Christmas.

“Luke?” You yawned opening the door to a sobbing teenager. You were quick to yank him in the house out of the cold.

Luke broke down that night after running out on his Mom for the usual argument he had based on his dreams. The next few months he would alternate staying at Reggie, Alex’s or your place if your parents were gone. The subject was too sensitive, so you ignored the elephant topic in the room instead of addressing it.

“Babe, we did it.” The glee in his voice was by far one of your favourite things to listen to. You were sitting on the bar with him leaning back between your legs. Both your eyes scanning the empty area of The Orpheum.

“You guys did it.” You breathed, “You pour yourself into this band. You guys finally get the accomplishment.”

The rest of the band had joined you guys in complete silence to take in the monumental moment in their lives. Something you didn’t want to tell the boys was that with a little nudging, your father had spread the word of an up and coming band. His words would be bringing people in the business tonight.

“So, I’m thinking we close with Now or Never.” Alex offered, “It’s our high-level energy song, and to close with it would be perfect.”

“Our third song could be ‘Home is Where My Horse Is’ and go int-“Reggie cut himself off when the band gave him the usual look, “Oh come on! We need to give a little taste for when we dropped a country album.”

“I-“ Luke shook his head disregarding the same thing that happened at every gig they had done, “We’ll start practising. See you in a bit.”

Luke swiftly kiss you before shoving around with the boys to the door backstage glancing over with a heart-stopping smile. You watched intently as they began their soundcheck for the gig buzzed on the excitement.

“They’re good.” A beautiful girl spoke wiping down the counter beside you—her brown eyes watching the band perform.

“They are. I’m Y/N.” You grinned as she introduced herself as Rose, “The two on the ends are single.”

Her chuckle spoke for itself as she moved away to put glasses away behind the bar, her tight curls bouncing as she walked. You see Bobby and Reggie had their eyes pinned on her while Luke’s head was in the clouds or his eyes meeting yours.

“So, the restaurant is ready when they are.” The gritty voice spoke from behind you. Standing in the flesh was your father who you immediately jumped at.

“Dad!” You exclaimed happily that he had finally been able to come to see the guys play. It was always a wrong time when he was supposed to meet the band.

It’s what happens when he happens your father happens to be in one of the biggest rock bands around. Little people knew who your father was, even Luke just knew he was in a band and called him by his last name out of respect. He had never met him face to face, however.

“So, the frontman is Luke?” Lancaster, Lance for short, questioned his daughter leaning beside her, “Remember when your type was a football player?”

You snorted at his words since he had never liked your ex-boyfriend James. Lance had heard stories from your mother and you about Luke. Lance so far liked the teenage boy. He trusted you wholeheartedly to make responsible decisions.

“Oh, shut up.” You spoke, pushing his shoulder, “How was London?”

“Same as usual. Met up with the guys.” The sombre tone was enough for you to know he had been celebrating a close friend. Even with Freddie’s illness, your father hadn’t been able to leave his side and even four years after the death of Freddie Mercury, it still cut Lance up.

“I’m happy you’re home.” You spoke smirking when the band finished their soundcheck heading to the waitress immediately after. Bobby, no doubt flirting while the other searched for you, “Man, this is gonna be good.”

You raised your hand to your boyfriend, who quickly made his way over with a huge grin and heavy breathing.

“Man that was as exhilarating as our-“

“Luke!” You nervously chuckled quickly kissing him before he could embarrass himself in front of your father. Luke frowned at your tone before he glanced over to the side. Alex and Reggie making their way over, “Guys, things aligned perfectly. I want you to meet my father.”

Luke’s eyes widened as it clicked that he had almost told his girlfriend’s father he was sleeping with her. His Adam’s apple gulped at the fear that flooded his veins. The father in question turned, and the band as a collective released the most hilarious gasp of shock.

“That’s-“

“Lance Y/L/N. By your expressions, I assume you know my stage name.”

“Lancaster Jameson.” Alex squealed having to grab Reggie’s arm to keep himself upright.

“Your father is Lancaster Jameson?!” Luke exclaimed, “You didn’t tell me you’re a literal rock legacy!”

You could hold back the laugh waiting to fall from your mouth at their reactions to your family history. The excitement was overpowering everything else.

“He just watched us perform.” Reggie breathed, hitting Alex in the chest, “My dream has been reached. My goal is finished.”

“While they calm down, I’ll see you later,” Dad spoke kissing the side of your head as he whistled his way to the entrance. The group was collapsing almost only regrouping to make fun of Bobby. You are tugged with them.

“Ok, well, I’m thinking we fuel up before the show. I’m thinking of street dogs.” Luke announced happily, whereas you made a disgusting face.

“No.” You shook your head at the suggestion. There was no way you were going to down a street dog before their gig.

“It would be fitting.”

“No. I have a feeling that street dog would have been your last. The place is called Sam N Ella’s guys, if you say it fast, it comes out salmonella.” You spoke glaring at Reggie went to say something, “No. We’ll head to have food with my folks and some of their friends.”

“Getting food with a rock legend? Heck, yes!” Alex spoke already heading for the door with Reggie right behind, “Street dogs are in the past!”

It was a beautiful night. Sunset Curve got a ton of offers, and many demos were taken from the group as well. They also didn’t die.

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obi-wkenobi · 3 years

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Whumptober 2021

Day 5: Comfort (alternative prompt)

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“I need to leave for work now,” Bail said, picking up his datapad from the table and smiling at Obi-Wan. “Once I’m back we’ll have some more time to talk about how you could help the Rebellion. You’ve been away from any action for a long time,” he teased gently.

Obi-Wan huffed and nodded, resisting the urge to remind Bail that he would only be on Alderaan for a short while. Luke still needed him on Tatooine, after all.

In the silence of Bail’s home he decided to use the computer to check the HoloNet.

Ten years ago he never would have had to do such a thing, as a Jedi he was always kept up to date on the latest Galactic news and hadn’t realised just how much he took it for granted until he was forced to live on Tatooine. His homestead in the Dune Sea didn’t offer him close-by access to prominent Senators or the Republic’s capital, instead he barely even saw one individual in a standard week and so the latest news was the furthest thing from his mind.

At first it had been difficult, but as he glanced through the news he found that he didn’t care for any of it. This knowledge wouldn’t affect his life whatsoever, he had adapted himself to a myopic worldview whereby his only considerations were how much water he had, what he should eat next, how he would get that piece of food and if Luke was safe. Why should his focus be on anything else? He was still a Jedi and so he knew that he should still somewhat care for the state of the Galaxy, but he could also acknowledge that he was a bit bitter. The Galaxy had not helped the Jedi and so why should he care? Perhaps if he had the ability to do something about it then he would. He huffed to himself, such thoughts were pointless.

Soon afterward he went to explore the house, where he quickly found a patio door that led to an expansive garden blooming with exotic flowers. In the distance a winding gravel path could be seen leading to a large, bountiful lake. He stood there in awe, amazed by all the colours, flourishing in an infinity of shades. The lake mesmerized him the most, it’s complete stillness, yet also its constant motion. The ripples that could be seen from a harsh breeze and the small splashes made when wildlife came up for air. They showed that it was a living thing, not just an inanimate object.

There weren’t such colours or displays of life on Tatooine, all he had to see there was an endless expanse of sand, capable of movement but always the same; coarse, rough, and beige, with no indication that it relied on its surroundings to survive.

Obi-Wan stood there for a long time, staring at the lake in contemplation. A consequence of Tatooine was that time had become unimportant to him, why shouldn’t he spend a minute or an hour on one task? Other than the darkening of the sky there was no need for him to monitor time. What was the point when there wasn’t even the changing of a season to keep him company? He was unable to say what year he had broken a finger whilst climbing a canyon wall, or what month a sandstorm had blown down the enclosure that contained his Bantha. If asked he could comment on which had come first, but not the exact date that they happened or the amount of time that had passed in between.

The tedious desert had taught him the one thing that he had always needed to learn, how to live in the present moment. Although, he suspected Qui-Gon had not had such drastic teaching methods in mind when training him all those years ago.

Therefore, he wasn’t too surprised when Leia turned up at his side sometime later. She stood there with him as he continued observing the boundless swaying of the trees and ripples of the lake, so like his time spent watching the ebb and flow of the Dunes outside his home. He wasn’t disturbed, nor did he mind when she slipped her hand inside his own, patiently waiting for him to start a conversation.

Eventually though, it appeared that she was unable to contain herself and so she asked, “Do you like the water? I think I prefer space, that way I can fly wherever I want.”

Obi-Wan pulled a face instinctively. “I much prefer the water, flying isn’t something that I really enjoy.” He wondered if he had been exiled to an ocean world if he would have come to hate water, just as he had come to hate sand.

“You don’t like flying?” she said, aghast. “But you must have flown to loads of planets.”

“I have,” he conceded.

Still curious, she inquired, “Did you just have people flying you to places then? Like your Padawan?”

He stiffened immediately, his hand tensing within Leia’s.

“You don’t like talking about him do you?”

Obi-Wan didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing.

“Father told me that he died, is that why? You must miss him, especially after you spent years and years together.”

He battled with his grief before deciding on the truth. “It’s hard to talk about someone who you miss.”

She gazed up at him, innocent and oblivious. “Maybe one day when the Jedi Order is restored you can have another Padawan?”

His eyes closed in anguish. One day the Jedi Order may be restored, but it wouldn’t be in his lifetime. And even if it was, he wouldn’t take on another Padawan lest he failed them as well.

A tug on his hand drew his attention down and he stared at Anakin’s child, whose earnest eyes only made him think of the young slave boy he had met on Tatooine.

An unpleasant wave of helplessness crashed over him then. He was the one unifying thread intertwining the fate of the Galaxy together, he was bound to these children—and Anakin, and it was his destiny to bring them together and to ensure that their purposes be fulfilled. It had never been his decision to do so though, that had been taken from him when Qui-Gon had made him promise to train a troubled, young boy. And so he may have been the key to everything, but his life had never been his own and he must bear the brunt of it—of the responsibility and the guilt, for they had always been his alone.

Leia frowned at him in concern, her underlying Force sensitivity undeniably able to sense his distress. “Ben?”

The soft name roused him from his despair and he scolded himself for being unable to find balance, for letting his fear still hold him hostage even after all this time. Surely he could find some cause for joy here? Leia was safe and happy and that more than anything should have stirred his optimism. But even that didn’t comfort him, who knew what might happen to Leia should he fail in the end.

“Are you okay? Why are you so sad?”

He smiled at her gently, though he was sure it wasn’t convincing. “I’m okay.”

Her lip wobbled threateningly, so he fell down on one knee and grabbed both of her hands in his. “I promise I’m okay,” he reassured.

Irritation appeared on her face even as her eyes pulled down in worry. “You’re lying,” Leia mumbled. “You’re so sad, I can feel it, you’ve been sad since you got here.”

What could he say to that? Obi-Wan knew his shields were strong and so he could only assume that she had a certain talent for detecting people’s emotions, but how does one explain to a child the extent of his grief? The sadness of his Force signature was always present now and he very much doubted that would ever change.

It wasn’t that Obi-Wan hadn’t accepted his loss, he had. He had accepted the destruction of the Jedi and had accepted that it was his pupil that had helped with the genocide of his fellow, but he was a forever changed man because of it and as a result, his presence had changed too.

As with before he decided to be honest, or at least as honest as he could be. “I am sad, but that doesn’t mean that I’m also not happy. Seeing you and your father has made me the happiest I’ve been in a long time.”

In a display of perception that no normal child would have, she narrowed her eyes at him and observed him with quiet interest, “Really?”

“Yes,” he said truthfully.

Having decided that he wasn’t lying, Leia gave him a nod of acceptance and then launched herself at him and drew him into an enveloping hug. It took his breath away. He had not been touched with such kind intent in nearly a decade and the knowledge that it was Padmé’s and Anakin’s daughter doing so made him want to cry from both happiness and remorse.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, further sitting on the floor and pulling Leia onto his lap, smiling when she rested her head on his shoulder.

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abnormal-normality · 3 years

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@fridgeza so I heard you wanted business bay interacting with ghostinnit. well i am here to deliver. horribly, and also pretty shortly, but it’s a delivery nonetheless

anyways if anyone seeing this knows me from ao3 (RyDyKG) yes this is my blog hello :D please don’t accuse me of stealing fics from myself aha-

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Ever since Dream opened up his land for visits, Wisp had been wanting to go to visit Tommy. They had fixed their friendship after SMPEarth, but Wisp would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous at how Tommy would react to him.

He was walking along L'manburg with the other Bay Boys. They had met up at the entrance, and decided to surprise Tommy with their presence together. They thought it would be an easy search for him, seeing how loud and bright their leader was. But it had been over half an hour, and Tommy was nowhere to be found.

"He might just be busy," Bitzel suggested. "We don't know much about what he's been doing, after all."

"True," Luke agreed. "We didn't really tell him too. Should we just keep searching or ask around?"

Wisp spotted Tubbo sitting on a bench further up ahead and ran up to go talk to him, and ask him where Tommy was.

"Hey, Tubbo," Wisp greeted the younger as Tubbo turned to look at him. He wasn't particularly close with him, but Tubbo was nice and Tommy's friend, so maybe he knew where Tommy was. "We were looking for Tommy. Have you seen him?"

Tubbo paused in the middle of waving. His smile dropped. Wisp stared at him, feeling concerned as he reached out. "Tubbo?"

"Tubbo!" Luke smiled as he and the other Bay Boys came running. "It's nice to see you again! Hey, have you seen Tommy around?"

"Well, why do you need to look for him?" Tubbo asked nervously.

"Can't a couple of guys just visit their friend again?" Deo laughed teasingly. "I mean, we can always come back later if he's busy, but we just wanted to know where he was."

"Tommy isn't-" Tubbo replied with a sigh. "Tommy's not... he's not the same guy we all used to know. Who you all used to know."

"Why, what happened?" Bitzel piped up with a frown on his face. "Did something happen to him?"

Tubbo opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by a voice calling out his name.

"Tubbo! Tubbo!" from a distance, a ghost floated over. Wisp would've dismissed them as someone on the land who had died permanently who he didn't know, if it wasn't for the shock of bright yellow hair on top. As the ghost drew closer, more recognisable features started appearing. Wisp connected the dots, and he did not like what it was implying.

"Tubbo, look what I found!" now that the ghost was closer, his voice was more recognisable. "Yellow dye!"

Wisp's heart dropped. "Tommy?"

"Why is he...?" Deo murmured in confusion.

The blond ghost turned to them, semi-transparent and floating off the ground. He floated closer, and blinked at them, before smiling at them.

"I remember you!" he exclaimed brightly. "I think. I don't really know. Hey, my name's Tommy, what's yours?"

"Don't you remember us?" Luke stepped forwards, a hand reaching out in distress before falling to his side. "Tommy, it's us. Business Bay, from SMPEarth."

Tommy tilted his head, looking deep in thought, before shrugging. "Kind of? I don't remember you, but I know you guys were really nice to me! Wanna play hide and seek with me? I promise I won't cheat, because that's mean."

"How about later, Tommy," Tubbo spoke up gently, a sad look in his eyes. "I have to show them around. You can- you can play with them later."

"Oh, okay!" Tommy said cheerfully. He handed a piece of yellow dye to Tubbo. "You look sad. Don't be sad!"

He then turned to them, and Wisp couldn't help but notice the way his eyes were blank and empty, and the way he looked so small in his red shirt and blue pants, despite them fitting him perfectly.

"I've run out of yellow," Tommy apologetically said. "But I'll come back soon to give you all some yellow! Yellow makes me happy, and you all look like you need something to help you be happy! Goodbye!"

As Tommy flew off, Tubbo coughed. "We should... I should probably explain later."

"What the hell," Wisp said flatly. "Why is he-?"

"He died," Tubbo responded quietly. "Three lives gone, so he's dead and wandering around with, uh, with Ghostbur. Wilbur Soot as a ghost, in case you were wondering."

Wisp shared a look with the other boys. They didn't speak, but they all knew what they were thinking.

What happened to Tommy?

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radioactivepeasant · 3 years

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Fic Prompts: The Star Wars Wednesday Menace

(This came from a crack-treated-seriously idea I was throwing around with -- and at -- my friends where Vader didn't suppress his Anakin side as much as he thought, and he keeps finding himself amused by the trouble that pesky Death Star Pilot causes. Sometimes he lets him escape on purpose, just to see what he'll do next. He kind of tries to stealth-train him, like Maul and Ezra)

“Oh, the Force is certainly with you, boy.”

Vader easily sidestepped the blade with good humor and parried. “But you are no Jedi.”

“I will be!” the Boy snarled.

Oddly, that seemed to make Vader almost falter.

“You’re...very certain that’s what you want?” he asked suddenly. He caught the Boy’s blade on his own and held it effortlessly. “Have you truly considered the cost of such a commitment?”

The Boy -- one of these days Vader was actually going to learn his name -- glared up at him from those too-familiar eyes. “Scared of what I’ll become, Vader?”

It was a childish taunt, and not one that should have rankled. And yet, somehow, it did. What would the Boy become? Vader pressed his attack a little more forcefully than he needed to. The Boy stumbled, barely able to parry in time.

“You are naive!” Vader snarled. “You play at war like it’s a game! Knights and dragons, like the child you are!” He swung, and the Boy ducked quickly. “Do not be so quick to swear oaths of loyalty to Orders you know nothing about! You do not yet know what you will be asked to sacrifice in return.”

The Boy was taken aback by this. He drew back a foot or so, holding the lightsaber in a guard position. He was cautious now, more so than before. He tilted his head and blinked slowly -- curse him, why did he have to look so much like Anakin he had once imagined his child might? Why was he so familiar?

“You aren’t talking about me, are you?”

Vader cursed himself, and the Boy, and that inconvenient soft spot he’d inexplicably developed for an enemy.

“Your insight serves you well,” he grudgingly allowed. “Behold: a cautionary tale made flesh. Do not put your trust in the wrong people, Boy.”

“Will you stop calling me that?!” the Boy protested.

Vader scoffed. “I do not know your name. What else would I call you?”

The Boy opened his mouth to argue, and abruptly closed it again. After a moment, a shrewd light entered his eyes. Vader had seen that look before. It usually heralded the little Rebel doing something infuriating and yet endlessly amusing.

“I’ll tell you my name, Vader,” the cunning brat offered, “After you tell me why you’re a cautionary tale.”

“You are blackmailing me?” Vader casually twirled his lightsaber and circled the Boy. “Ha! You imp. Very well, but do not think I’m going to let you live long enough to tell your Rebel friends.”

The Boy mimicked the twist of his blade -- much more smoothly this time! He was progressing! -- and flashed a cocky grin. “Yeah? That’s the same threat you made the last time I escaped. And the time before that.”

“True, that is true,” Darth Vader acknowledged. “You are becoming quite accomplished at that.”

Indeed, the last time I did not even have to help you “escape”.

He thought for a moment, then switched off his blade. Their battlefield was so cluttered with the collateral damage of a Rebel skirmish that it was not difficult to find a still-smouldering piece of an AT-ST to sit on.

Why did he feel the need to advise this young Rebel? What purpose did it serve to coddle him so much? If he was just going to take him as his apprentice either way, he didn’t really need to put so much effort into winning his trust, did he? Well, perhaps he did. It was clear that the Boy was learning in leaps and bounds from their little game, though he would no doubt be loath to admit it. He wanted to outdo Vader. Spite was a very effective motivator.

And besides, perhaps playing the mentor just a little more than usual would serve to make the Boy drop his guard just that little bit more.

That didn’t mean it was a story he liked to tell. But he had come too far to back down now.

“I...once trusted a man to save my family from imminent death,” Vader said slowly. Reluctantly. “I first went to the Jedi. Yes, your beloved Jedi, for help. And they advised me to “let go” and allow my pregnant wife to die.”

He sensed confusion from the Boy. Then disbelief and suspicion, slowly leveling out into recognition that he was telling the truth. That, and dull horror. Well, that was a bit more validating than he’d expected, wasn’t it?

“The Jedi failed me, Boy. And so I turned to the Sith. He had the power to preserve one’s life force, by drawing on the Dark Side of the Force. He still does, in fact. I have witnessed it.”

“Oh. Great.” The Boy shuddered. “That’s...good to know.”

“Such was my thought. But as you do not seem to understand yet, despite your accent clearly marking you as coming from Tatooine, nothing is done for free. There is always a price, Boy. Always.” Vader turned the hilt of his saber over in his hands slowly. “To prove my loyalty, I was commanded to kill the Jedi. All of them. And I did so, without question: he insisted that I wholly cut myself off from my past so that he could be assured of my future loyalty. Only then would he fulfill his side of the bargain.”

The Boy took another step back, repulsed. “You...you killed hundreds...thousands of Jedi...because someone told you he refused to save your wife and baby otherwise? You just handed your family over as hostages because somebody said they could help you? That’s a Hutt’s bargain, are you nuts?! Why didn’t you just take her to a doctor?!”

Anger crawled up Vader’s throat like acid. The Boy did not know what he was talking about. Nor did he seem to remember to whom he was speaking. You will learn, my reluctant apprentice.

“Doctors do not understand ailments predicted by the Force,” he said harshly. “No one else was willing to help me but an old mentor and scholar with seemingly noble purpose. Does that not seem familiar to you? I rashly swore my allegiance just as you seem to have.”

With a hiss, the Boy’s lightsaber flicked off and hung useless at his side. He sank into a crouch, just watching him. Those eyes, Anakin’s eyes, held a terrible, knowing, look. A haunted look.

“He didn’t save her, did he?” the Boy whispered.

He sounded as though he wanted to be sick.

“No, Boy. He did not.” Vader’s fists tightened over the hilt with a creak. “But by then, I had cut off my own retreat. There was nothing else left but my vow to his Order.”

It burned, even letting someone he intended to take as a padawan know anything about his past. It burned to admit that he had been deceived. That he had met the fate he tried to avoid on the path he took to escape it. It stung that this Rebel’s child was nearly the age The Baby would have been.

The Dark Side flickered warmly around him, taking his pain and anger and sorrow and exchanging them for raw power. Padme was gone -- forever beyond his reach. As was the child he had never gotten to meet. To hold.

“That’s why you killed him?”

Vader looked up in time to see the Boy grit his teeth and turn his face away.

“It’s not fair.”

“What is not fair?”

A spike of anger, bright and sharp, burst through the Force for a moment.

“Why was my family less important than yours?” the Boy challenged. “Why, Vader?! I lost my father because you thought you might lose your family?”

“I did lose my family!” Vader roared. He leapt up, blade at the ready again. “What do you know of such matters? Tell me! What would you have done for a chance to save your father, Boy?”

He brandished the lightsaber threateningly. “Speak up! Look at you. Look at me! That you are so eager to avenge him is answer enough.”

He stormed forward before the Boy had a chance to stand, and leveled his sword at the Boy’s throat. “Do not be so quick to deal out judgement, Boy,” he hissed, “You are already blindly following a path not unlike mine.”

The Boy stared mutely up at him with wide, panicked eyes. His presence in the Force reeked of fear, and the Dark Side absorbed it eagerly. Darth Vader contemplated killing him then and there. But his hand would not move. He knew full well that he couldn’t make himself do it. Not when he’d already put in this much effort to teach the boy.

With a disgusted sound, the Sith deactivated his lightsaber and turned his back on the Boy.

“Go,” he growled, “Before I change my mind.”

The Boy scrambled to his feet and wasted no time in getting out of range. Strangely, at the very edge of their battlefield, he hesitated.

“Leave me!” Vader snarled at him.

There was a limited time before his temper snapped. If the foolish child didn’t get out of the way, he would only have himself to blame.

“Skywalker.”

The world stopped, like an unwound clock. Even the motes of dust seemed frozen in place. Blood roared in Vader’s ears as he slowly turned to look up at the boy at the top of the crater.

“What did you say?”

The Boy raised his chin.

“My name. It’s Luke Skywalker.”

He didn’t wait to see if the name rang a bell. He didn’t stop to ask if Vader remembered his father yet. He just ran.

Darth Vader stood motionless in a field of debris.

Skywalker.

Skywalker?!

LUKE.

The name that she’d picked!

The face that seemed so familiar-

His eyes-!

Barely twenty.

He was barely twenty.

The pieces fell into place almost too quickly, carried along on the reproachful whisper of the Force. Light Side or Dark, he could not tell.

And you just let him go like this?

Vader whirled.

“Luke!”

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♡ IT HAD TO BE YOU, WONDERFUL YOU ♡

canon compliant juke valentine’s day fic ♡ for all you sweethearts in the fandom

Before hopeless romantic Julie Molina fell in love with Luke Patterson, she always felt glum on Valentine’s Day. She tortured herself with romcoms leading up to the holiday, went into the “couples goals” tag on Pinterest, pouted when her crushes she never talked to dated other people (read: Nick) and felt all around envious of those having a lover to spend the day with. Her mother dying, she who held the biggest heart of all, also didn’t help her mood.

But that was before Luke blasted himself into her life. Sure, their romance was a little unorthodox, but predictability was overrated anyway.

They got together last summer, when the band played an amazing gig at a tiki bar on the beach and they were drunk on the heat, pink lemonade and each other’s adoring gazes. Dancing on the beach with him and the boys, Luke had grabbed her in his embrace and whispered lyrics at her she’s never heard before. His fingers grazed her jaw when he said it was a love letter - “For you, Jules.” She didn’t have to go far to reach his lips, both eager and giddy to finally come home.

(Weeks later, the love letter was transposed to music and performed for an audience. It was full circle moment. He loved music and her and now it was all connected. Luke had been dazed, but Julie was quick to kiss the stupor away. They could do that now. It was insane.)

All week, Julie had been working on a secret gift. She scoured her room was scraps and pictures and notes; reminders of Luke hidden in every corner without realising it. A purple pick was found under her bed, a song in her dream box they never got to finish, a seashell he plucked from the beach, a row of pictures from a photo booth, love notes. Julie would lie if she said she didn’t find it adorable how his only reference of romance were the 80s flicks, as it gave her a heartthrob of a boyfriend that didn’t back down from cute gestures like those notes. It left her heart racing and brought a blush on her cheekbones. the sun’s jealous of that smile jules

It was only natural she made him a collage.

They had an unspoken agreement to never involve money. Though they were in a band together, all the money they made directly went to Julie. She invested it back in their life passion, obviously, but the fact remained that Luke couldn’t take her on typical dates or buy her the typical gifts. Until American Ghost Dollars got invented, they had to be creative.

Going to the movies were movie nights in the studio with a projector and cookies they made together. A love song instead of dinner. Dancing in her bedroom with AirPods instead of partying.

And it was enough. It was more than enough. She loved him so much that each second spend together was perfect as is.

The collage was small enough that he could easily tuck it away. Pictures overlapped, a dozen Mini Luke’s and Mini Julie’s staring at the camera or each other, from before and after they started dating.

A photo Flynn took of Luke peppering her temple with kisses backstage. A polaroid of when she snuck up on him and smacked a kiss on his cheek, his teeth flashing white from the beam on his face. A Snapchat of when she showed him the filters and he kissed her instead. Multiple pictures of them snuggling on the studio couch, supposed ‘blackmail’ for Alex, but Julie cherished them. If she closed her eyes, she could feel his arms wrap around her back as she’s sprawled on top of him.

The pretty shell didn’t fit on the collage, so she decided to make a bracelet as well. A thick band made from orange, red and yellow string, the shell as its penchant.

That morning, she pulled on her most Valentine’s day inspired outfit and rushed to the studio. Her gifts were still in her room, out of sight and kept for later, now she just wanted to see her boyfriend.

Her smile, painted in cherry lipgloss, stretched wider when she slid the doors open and saw that no one was inside. Just last night had he kissed her a little longer after rehearsal, wiggling his brows like he knew something she didn’t. Luke was terrible at keeping secrets. She wasn’t surprised to find it empty, unless…

Luke poofed in front of her with a warrior cry and hoisted her up in one fluid motion. Julie yelled in delight, gripping onto him as he spun them around. For the occasion, he swapped his regular orange beanie for a red one. (One day, her heart was going to explode from all the silly stuff he did.) Matching her expression, his hands steadied her as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

An index finger flicked his chin playfully. “How long did it take you to plan this?”

He gasped, faux-offended. “Julie! I’m spontaneous as shit.”

“Mh-hm,” she hummed, leaning in to kiss his lips. His frown melted away, the languid kiss flickering with the hint of passion it usually held. Slowly, he set her down, her staying locked between his arms. When she pulled back, he chased after her and pecked the side of her mouth - once, twice.

“I’m gonna smother you with so much kisses that you’re gonna get sick of me,” he declared, as if the threat of loving her was scary.

She pressed her forehead against his with a grin. “I look forward to it.”

Instantly keeping up his promise, he nuzzled against her cheek. “What’d you wanna do?”

“Well, we’re ending the day in the hammock.”

“Duh.”

“And,” she sneakily added, “we can be really cheesy and watch ‘Valentine’s Day’.”

He made a face, both remembering their divided opinion on the movie. “If we’re seeing it again, then I’m choosing all the snacks.”

“Deal.”

“Nice,” he breathed, raising his fist between their torsos so she could bump it with her own. Her cheeks were already aching from smiling so much, giddy to spend the entire day with her boyfriend undisturbed by the boys or family or school.

Her fingers scratched into his plaid jacket. “You know what I’m also looking forward to?” His eyes narrowed at her lilting voice. “Giving you your present.”

His jaw fell slack. “Jules, now I’m gonna be thinking about it all day.” But then she saw the devilish glint in the green of his irises as he uttered: “Guess you’ll have to wait on your present too.”

“You-” That was unexpected. “You have a present?”

Luke bit down on his lip, watching her surprise. “I was waiting for that reaction. Sweet. Okay, I’m saying we dip everything in chocolate. Fruit, popcorn-”

“I’m willing to try one of those crazy combinations you love so much,” she proposed. The excited smooch she got afterwards was worth it.

The couple claimed the kitchen for an hour as they made their snacks, most of which being the typical chocolate covered strawberries both liked a lot, and then nestled themselves in her room. Curled into his warm body, they shared earphones as they watched ‘Valentine’s Day’. Though she asked to watch it, all her attention went to his hands continuously caressing her waist and thigh. It lulled her into a blissful trance. Sometimes he would make a joke (“We’re way cooler than Taylor and Taylor!”) and she’d chuckle and hum and rub his chest. By the time Jessica Biel was smashing the piñata, she was placing soft kisses on his neck and he had to pause the movie.

Hovering over her with a wolfish grin, he pecked her nose. “I thought you wanted to watch.”

“And I thought you were going to smother me with kisses,” she bounced back with a quirked brow. For a beat, they shared an amused look.

Then Luke laughed, diving for her lips and doing just that. That rushing feeling coursed through her veins, a pure shot of adoration and attraction with each warm, open-mouthed kiss. He tasted like chocolate, skin sticky from fruit, and smelled in that perfectly boyish way. Julie sighed into the kiss. No cheesy movie or love song could compete with the sensation of slipping her fingers in his hair and having his arms tighten like he never wanted her to stop. Her bedroom was heaven on earth.

(Perhaps that was silly. She was only seventeen after all. How much did she actually know about the world to accurately make that statement? But did it even matter if right now, right here, she felt like the luckiest girl in the universe? The cynics could bite her.)

She didn’t know how long they let their lips and hands wander. It was hard to care about time when his mouth was on her ear and her nails drew shapes on his back.

“I bet,” he whispered, “Taylor and Taylor never felt like this.”

She giggled. “You’re just jealous of the big teddy bear.”

His smile pressed on her cheek. “Maybe.”

When Luke and her first got together, they were scared to touch. Sure, they had their moment on the beach and previously, they found plenty of opportunities to be in contact. But after they made if official and there was nothing to hide behind anymore, it got scary. They yearned for affection, but what if Luke disappeared one day without meaning to and then they’d both ache for each other’s comfort? They got over it eventually and now it was only natural to feel his smile on her skin.

It was hard to imagine kissing anyone but Luke, unfathomable having a different boy hug her from behind at school and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Only Luke could write her love notes. Only she was allowed to write him ones as well, or leave cute post-it’s on his guitar to cheer him up when he had a bad day. It was just them.

Her mind going haywire over such a simple touch jolted her memory, Julie abruptly sitting up and bringing Luke with her. His brows raised in surprise. She pecked the pout away, brushing her nose against his.

“Can I give you your present?”

A breathy smile tugged on his cheeks. “Yeah, I’m curious.”

Julie untangled herself from their embrace and reached inside her wardrobe for the gift. Sitting cross-legged in front of him, she gave him his present with barely-concealed anticipation. Hopefully he loved it as much as she loved making it!

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she sang, watching him pull the tissue paper out the small bag and unearthing the collage and bracelet.

Speechless, he gawked at the collection of pictures. Eyes flitted past each quickly, like he wasn’t sure what he was seeing. Crawling over to sit beside him, she placed her head on his shoulder. “You like it?”

He sniffled. Julie looked up and was shocked to note his eyes were shiny. “Aw, babe!”

His gaze caught hers, distraught. “You’re not supposed to make me horny and then emotional!”

She laughed and pressed a kiss on his cheek. His cute reaction made her heart lurch with fondness. “It wasn’t supposed to make you cry.”

Luke sighed, hand guiding her face to place a proper kiss on her lips. It was short, but just as electric as all the ones before. He kissed like he played guitar - always intentional and one hundred percent.

“I love it,” he muttered. “Thank you. And I love the bracelet too.”

“I made sure it matches your others.”

He captured her lips again. “Yeah… Thanks, Jules.” His nose scrunched, arrogance dripping from his voice as he tucked a curl behind her ear. “My present is better though.”

Her arms crossed, challenged. “Oh really?”

“Hell yeah, it is. Gonna knock it out of the park.” With a snap of his finger, he conjured his songbook and stuck the collage between two fresh pages. He clicked his tongue with the typical bravado he exuded onstage. “Who knows, Jules, you might even get a crush on me.”

Just as she was about to retort with a tease of her own, her eyes caught a fluttering page with words she didn’t recognise. Pointing at it, she asked: “What’s that?”

Luke frowned, thumbing to the right side and rolling his eyes. “Some lyrics that got stuck in my head a few nights ago. It doesn’t work though.”

“Maybe not. I kind of like that part.” She tapped on the line ‘so deep, your DNA's being messed with my touch’ with a pensive wrinkle knitted in her forehead. Ideas began to brew, throwaway pieces from other discarded songs coming back to her and meshing well with what he’s already composed. “Yeah, this is good, Luke. Do you want to work on it?”

He hesitated for a beat, stare trailing from her to the half-eaten plate of snacks. “Do you want to?”

“Of course,” she smiled. They were Luke and Julie - did either of them really think they could go a day without music? Even if she hadn’t discovered this diamond in the rough, he’d inevitably spring upright to write down a riff or her fingers would tingle to try out a melody. Songwriting was perhaps the best date of all, showing that work and play could successfully be mixed together.

He sighed in relief. “Good. Okay, so I was thinking…”

Hours went by tinkering on the song, the afternoon drifting by and them having moved to the hammock in the garden. It was a spot Luke rediscovered and she all too willingly found a place next to him. They cherished the quietude and warmth even before they were dating. The page was now littered with flowing, strung-together verses and a half-done chorus. Instrumentals were for tomorrow when they were all together. In the back of her head lingered the thought that he still hasn’t given his supposed homerun of a present, but Julie reminded herself then that it didn’t even matter. This was enough. He was enough. Who knew, maybe he was just talking smack! The doubts vanished as Luke drummed his fingers on her stomach, humming a beat.

“And you thought it wouldn’t work!”, she teased.

He puffed. “Cause it didn’t! It needed the Molina Touch!”

A brow quirked, amused. “The Molina Touch?”

“Yes,” he grinned and tapped her chest. “The Touch.”

“I don’t have the Force, Luke.” When his face fell flat, she decided to play along and mimicked his motion. Her fingers circled his sternum as she said: “Well, I look forward to the Patterson Energy bringing it alive onstage.”

The boy rolled on his side, she following suit. The hammock bended to the movement, pushing them closer together. The couple snickered, noses nudging and locked in the other’s arms. Above, the sky was coloured like Monet, purples and blues and pinks as the sun dropped below the trees. Julie stared at the way he craned his neck, green eyes blown wide while marvelling at the sweeping atmosphere. He was the most beautiful person she’s ever encountered. She was probably a little obsessed with him, never bored of looking at him, of finding new freckles, moles and spots.

Her reverie snapped like a bubble as he said something.

“What?”

He repeated himself. “Wanna get waffles?”

She blinked. “Waffles?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “V-Day waffles. I bet they have red velvet ones.” His face twisted, like he was in on an inside joke, and murmured against her lips: “Whipped cream, Jules. Can’t resist that.”

Damn. He knew her too well. “Reggie’s going to be mad we went without him.”

“Then he should get himself a ghost lover,” he joked. Slapping her hip, the exclaim was resolute. “Let’s go!”

The drive was short, an surprising amount of waffle places scattered around Los Feliz. The cityscape was painted red for the day. Heart-shaped wreaths adorned the doors of stores, bars promoted special cocktails with pink hues, boutiques displaying date night dresses on mannequins in the windows. At the end of a large strip of food joints, a waffle house joining in with a red banner hung across the frontage. RED VELVET WAFFLES! ONLY TODAY!

Julie shot him a suspicious look. “You knew?”

He shrugged, smirking. “A good guess.”

They were lucky. The parking lot was pretty much abandoned, no onlookers to see her joking around with air. He stayed in the car as she got the treats.

As she queued, her aimless thoughts found Luke as a focal point. It was hard not to. Maybe the best thing of all for a hopeless romantic like her, was that she found someone who was an even bigger dreamer than she was. If she jumped for the stars, he rocketed himself into space and hoped for the best. It made days like Valentine’s special, but it also felt like another regular Saturday. He didn’t kiss her differently, looked at her more intently - it was always like this. The red velvet waffles was just… extra. A cherry on an already perfect milkshake. Luke and Julie never needed fireworks to make the other feel remarkable.

Dropping back in the driver’s seta with a sigh, she propped the waffles on the dashboard. “I’m not sure if it’s going to taste right, they look kind of mushy, but I’m sure the whipped cream-” The words died in her throat as she looked at Luke, a timid smile on his lips as his present laid flat in his hands. A mixtape.

Her eyes tracked the CD for a beat (jules <3 written in sharpie with his infamous scrawl) and then flicked up to his face. That was most spectacular of all: the nervous twitch in his eye, the breathy smile. Luke was flustered.

Gingerly, she took it from his grasp. “How did you make this?”, she whispered.

The palpable energy didn’t waver. “Carlos. He lend me his computer and explained how to burn CD’s.” His chuckle was awkward. “Had to get you in the car somehow.”

A smile bloomed on her lips. Her heart was truly going to explode; the gesture so thoughtful and sweet. (Shit. He did knock it out of the park. How will his ego cope?!) Reaching over the middle console, she chastely kissed him. “I already love it.”

He shook his head with a grin, shoulders loosening a bit. “You haven’t listened to it yet. C’mon, play it.” He shot her a cocky nod. “You know how to use a CD-player?”

“Very funny,” she quipped. Cautiously, she took the CD out of its case and slipped it into the player. It whirred for a beat, her upping the volume, and just as she thought she’d hear some 90s rock band, something unexpected happened.

hey jules

She froze, staring at Luke’s feverishly excited face, as his crackling voice came through the speakers.

i finally learned about technology! you happy? anyway, you know i love you. i love everything about you, i think… i think that’s kinda why i’m here to begin with.

Tears lodged itself in her chest, ready to spill. Love was going to make her go mad one day. She loved this boy so much that it was insurmountable by anything else.

that’s not- it’s not what this cd is about. His tone brightened. what i love most about you, julie molina, is how fucking in love you are with music. so what better thing to give you, is more music? these are ten songs that remind me of you… happy valentine’s day, baby.

It clicked off. Quietly, slowly, a melodious piano variation flowed in. Her breath hitched as she recognised it. Frank Sinatra’s ‘It Had To Be You’ reminded Luke of her? Her hands were shaking. His calloused ones grabbed them, pads of his fingers caressing the skin. A pout jutted from her lips, her eyes shimmering with emotion. It wasn’t fair. Boys weren’t supposed to be this romantic.

His smile could light up the entire state, touch trailing across her arm up to her cheek, grazing the lone tear that she wasn’t even aware of. “Don’t cry,” he chuckled. “I can be the only sap.”

Shaking her head, she pushed herself over the console and placed herself on his lap. The divide of a stick shift was a plain crime. Circling her arms around his neck, Julie kissed him in the way she thought the song felt. Warm and languid and timeless and wholly, utterly loving. Depthless and infinite. The thrill of his bass voice melted them together, no space between them with his hands wrapped around her lower back.

For nobody else gave me a thrill With all your faults, I love you still It had to be you, wonderful you It had to be you

“I love you,” she sighed into his mouth. “It’s not enough. It’s not…”

He kissed the lament away. “I know. That’s why music works.” Sinatra sang a line and then he grinned. “Gotta express ourselves somehow.”

Though that was true, though they had music to shape their thoughts into the most beautiful declarations of love, all she wished to have was a word. A simple word that perfectly encapsulated what she felt. Love felt too small. Too simple. But until she found it, she’d keep saying it.

And so she did. “I love you, Luke.”

His eyes shut in delight. “I love you too, Julie.”

They wouldn’t leave for a long time. Locked in each other’s loving embrace, they listened to every song on the mixtape. And when it ended, they looped it.

Time and space wasn’t really important to them anyway.

For nobody else gave me a thrill With all your faults, I love you still It had to be you, wonderful you It had to be you

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