#patterson!reader x brother!Luke Patterson

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Just Like You 

Luke Patterson X Reader

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Post Date: November 30th 2022

Post Time: 11:36 pm

Summary: Reader is Alex’s sister, but she also happens to be Luke’s best friend. She’s the person he always runs to for anything. so it doesn’t really come as a shock to anyone that she died alongside them. Reader also really hates shoes so it’s a huge shock to the boys when they find her hanging out around home in the one thing she really hates: shoes. 

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Y/n’s Pov: {December 12th, 1995} 

I stand off to the side of the stage by a table with my brother's and best friend’s towels in my hand. I wiggle my toes against the cold floor and smile at the soothing feeling. I hold my shoes with my socks stuffed in them and on my shoulder is my brother's fanny pack. 

I lightly drop my shoes down to the ground before pulling the fanny pack around to my front to get out a piece of gum. The boys start playing Now or Never, making me smile as I watch them dance around. I watch as they play and I see Luke look down at my feet before chuckling and shaking his head, then starting to sing. 

♪ Take off, last stop

Countdown 'til we blast open the top

Face first, full charge

Electric hammer to the heart ♪

I smile at the passion my brother and best friend have up on the stage. All the boys are sweating as they jump around and jam to the music. I continue to dance around and Luke keeps smiling when he looks at me, making my stomach flip every time. 

♪ Clocks move forward

But we don't get older, no

Kept on climbing

'Til our stars collided

And all the times we fell behind

Were just the keys to paradise ♪

Luke sings and as they come up onto the next part the others join in on the verse. I stop dancing for a moment to watch as Luke finishes his line so passionately. I smile at him as I wiggle my toes a bit. 

♪ Don't look down

'Cause we're still rising

Up right now

And even if we hit the ground ♪

They all end the last verse together and Luke sings the next part. He continues to smile at me like a lovesick puppy and I can’t help but do the same. I watch in awe as he sings like he’s singing to me and I find myself wishing he would be. 

Being best friends with the guy you're in love with and one of your brother's best friends is hard. Alex of course knows how I feel, heck, he pegged me liking Luke even before I realized it. But he’d never in a million years spill my secrets. 

♪ We'll still fly

Keep dreaming like we'll live forever

But live it like it's now or never ♪

I blush lightly when Luke winks at me as he sings his heart out. He smirks when he sees my reaction, then goes back to singing and I wiggle my feet some more as they continue with the song. 

♪ Hear the noise in my head

It's calling out like a voice I can't forget

One life, no regrets

Catch up, got no time to catch my breath ♪

Luke continues to look at me and I can’t help but to have an overwhelming feeling of love for him even though we are very much not a couple. I move over and take Alex’s fanny pack off my shoulder and grab my water off the stool I had set it on. As I move the floor is colder on my feet and I can’t help but smile as I wiggle my toes again. 

♪ And clocks move faster

'Cause it's all we're after now, oh ♪

Luke finishes the last line and nods at Reggie for him to come sing with him. Reggie goes over to him and they sing together into the mic, facing each other and I smile even more. 

♪ Won't stop climbing

'Cause this is our time, yeah ♪

Reggie and Luke sing the line together, then Luke smiles as he pushes Reggie back to his spot on the stage as he continues to sing into his mic alone. Luke turns and looks back at me with a huge grin. He shakes his head again, but never wavers in his singing. 

♪ When all the days felt black and white

Those were the best shades of my life ♪

When Luke is done with the last line, they all come in to sing the next part and I sway with the song. If we were in the garage, I’d be full on rocking out, but we aren’t, so I dial my dancing down a bit. 

♪ Don't look down

'Cause we're still rising

Up right now

And even if we hit the ground ♪

When they all finish, it goes back to Luke, who continues to have the most energy on the stage. I continue to lightly dance as my best friend and brother seem to push their passion on me. 

♪ We'll still fly

Keep dreaming like we'll live forever ♪

After Luke sings his line, the guys come back in to sing with him again. Now I quietly sing along, still enjoying the coolness of the floor on my feet.

♪ But live it like it's now or never ♪

When they all finish singing, Alex takes his part and Reggie does the background parts. I smile as my brother seems to have found something that makes him happy, which makes me happy. 

♪ We ain't searching for tomorrow (tomorrow)

'Cause we got all we need today (today) ♪ 

Once Alex and Reggie finish, Luke takes over singing again. I see Alex look at me briefly and I give him a thumbs up in encouragement with a huge grin. He smiles as he quickly gets back into it and I can’t help but smile proudly. 

♪ Living on a feeling that's been running through our veins ♪

After Luke’s line, Reggie then takes over this time to sing his part. I smile as Reggie, who's normally more shy than the others, gladly sings his part without even an ounce of shyness.

♪ We're the revolution that's been singing in the rain ♪

After Reggie sings they all come in again, but this time they bring claps into the mix. I smile as I clap along to their beat while they sing.

♪ Don’t look down 'Cause we're still rising up right now and even if we hit the ground ♪

“They're good, yeah?” A girl comes up and starts to clean the table that I’m next to. I turn to her with a smile. 

“Yeah, they really are. I'm proud to call the lead singer my best friend and the drummer my brother,” I say as we bop our heads to the very end of Now or Never. 

“You're one lucky girl to have their music in your life everyday,” she says and I smile. 

“Yeah, I am,” I say, turning back to watch the boys as I continue to dance lightly to the song. 

“Let me guess… don’t like shoes?” she asks as she points down to my feet while moving to a new table. 

“Yeah. I just don’t really like the construction of them…” I admit as I look down at my own shoeless feet. 

“My sister used to be the same. Then she started having to wear them more for pilates… that new workout thing…?” she explains before trailing off and I nod. 

“Yeah I’ve heard of it,” I tell her and she nods. 

“Well when she started that, she started wearing more workout shoes and now she loves them,” she continues to explain and I smile at her. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever be one to wear shoes. My mom tells me she’d put me in some when I was little and then not even two seconds later, Alex or Luke would be telling her I took them off,” I explain with a giggle and she giggles too. 

“Well that sounds like you definitely love being shoeless,” she comments and I nod in agreement. 

“Oh I definitely do,” I tell her and she grins before going back to whatever she was doing beforehand. 

♪ We'll still fly

Keep dreaming like we'll live forever

But live it like it's now or never

It's now or never (now or never) ♪

Just as we finish our conversation, the boys are finishing up and I smile as they all pat each other’s back. They stay on the stage, basking in the feeling, then they talk for a minute before coming down to where I’m standing.

“Hey, sweetheart. What'd you think? Wasn’t that awesome?!” Luke uses the nickname he’s always had for me, but I can’t help but wish it was in a different way. 

In all his sweaty glory, he comes over to hug me from behind. I squeal before giggling, nodding as he lets go of the hug and grabs his towel from my shoulder.

“Yeah, hon, it was electric,” I agree with him as I use my pet name for him and smile when Alex puts his arm over my shoulder. 

“I was on fire, sis!” he exclaims and I smile. 

“Yes you were, Lex!” I concur with a nod before giving my brother a kiss on the cheek. 

“Anyway sweetheart, we’re going to get street dogs to celebrate. You gonna come?” Luke asks as he now replaces Alex's arm with his. 

“Yeah, I think I will,” I reply and Luke smiles before giving my cheek a kiss. I push back the thought that I wish that could be a kiss on the lips. 

“Well if you’re coming, you should put your shoes back on,” Alex tells me as he bends down to pick up my shoes. 

“Do I have too?!” I whine out like a five year old, making both Luke and Alex laugh. 

“Yes, sweetheart. You have to. I promise you can take them off as soon as we get to the alley,” Luke tells me and I grin at him. 

“Ok. I guess I can,” I reluctantly agree as Alex hands me my shoes, rolling his eyes before giving me the ‘we are so talking about this later’ look. 

“I’ll put them back on here in a minute,” I assure them and they both nod before Alex grabs his fanny pack along with my water. 

“Hey! Bobby, where are you going?!” Luke asks as we watch Bobby go up to the girl I talked to earlier.

“I’m good,” he replies, turning back to Luke for a moment with a shrug before he goes back to the girl with all of us now following. 

“Vegetarian. I could never hurt an animal,” Bobby boasts as he tries to flirt with the poor girl. 

We all come up next to him and Luke puts his other arm up onto Bobby’s shoulder. He holds my hand with his other hand, something we’ve just always done platonically. Reggie stands next to me with an arm on Alex’s shoulder as Alex is on the other side of him. 

“You guys are really good,” the girl praises them and smiles at the boys. 

“Thank you,” Luke sheepishly says with a big smile on his face. 

“I see lots of bands. Been in a couple myself. I was really feeling it,” she emphasizes as she looks at us. 

“That’s what we do this for. I’m Luke, by the way,” Luke continues to flirt with her and my stomach twists with jealousy. 

But then Luke squeezes my hand and I smile at the fact that it’s for no reason but to let me know he loves me. We’ve always done that when one of us seems to be upset, just as a sign of ‘I’m here, you’re ok,’ to calm the other. It’s our way of saying we love one another without having to say it, always has been and always will be. Again, Alex gives me a look and I shrug, making him roll his eyes. 

“Hi, I’m Reggie,” Reggie introduces himself in a flustered tone. 

“Alex,” Alex chimes in, putting a hand up in a wave. 

“Y/n.. nice to meet you,” I interject with a sweet smile as I lift my hand and give a small wave like my brother did.

“Bobby,” Bobby chirps as he pushes Luke behind him a bit. 

“I’m Rose. Nice meeting you guys,” the girl says amusedly, and smiles a beautiful smile.

Luke then gives Bobby a wet willie and I giggle lightly when he does. I then hold a shoe out to Alex and he nods as he takes my left shoe to hold it for me. With my right shoe I take my sock out and Alex takes the right one as well. 

I bend down and Luke keeps a hold on my arm to balance me. I smile up at him in thanks, then finish putting my socks and shoes on.

“Oh, uh, here’s our demo. And a tee shirt, size beautiful,” Reggie croons, now flirting as well and I roll my eyes as I stand up right again. 

“Thanks. I’ll be sure not to wipe down the tables with this one,” she jokes as she holds it up to herself before she throws it over her shoulder.

“Oh, good call! Whenever they get wet, they kinda just fall apart in your hands,” Alex informs her and I smirk at him as he bashfully looks away. 

“Don’t you guys have to go get hot dogs?” Bobby asks as he tries to get us all to leave so he can be with Rose. 

“Yeah. He had a hamburger for lunch,” Luke informs Rose as he pushes Bobby back so he can talk to Rose. He then pushes off the table with his hands and grabs my hand again before leaving. 

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Luke exclaims and Reggie giggles as we all walk out the back door of the Orpheum. 

“The smell of sunset boulevard?” Alex asks and I snort as I start to giggle before groaning. 

“The shoes?” Alex asks me and I nod.

“No. It’s what that girl said in there tonight,” Luke explains as he swings our hands back and forth and kicks the puddle that’s in front of us. 

“About our music, right? It’s like an energy. It connects us with people,” he elaborates and I smile even though in my mind I’m only wanting to take my shoes off. 

“I mean, he’s got a point Lex, that’s what connected me and Luke,” I agree and Luke smiles, pulling me in so I’m against his side with his arm around my shoulders. 

“She’s not wrong, man, but they can feel us when we play. I want that connection with everybody,” Luke bursts happily and pulls the boys into our little huddle as well. 

“Then we’re gonna need more t-shirts,” Reggie jokes as he holds up one of the sunset curve shirts I helped them make a couple weeks ago and the rest of us laugh. 

“Let’s go,” Luke playfully orders and I giggle as Luke pulls me closer to leave a kiss to the side of my forehead. 

“I love you,” I muse, making him smile. 

“I love you too, precious,” he parrotes me, making me grin and nuzzle into his side. 

Out of my peripheral I see Alex shake his head lightly and I only cuddle Luke closer. Alex lets out a huff and I shrug as Luke lets go of me. 

“Let’s go boys,” Luke commands as pops his hood up over his head as we all head to the front of the Orpheum. “And best friend,” Luke adds, making me giggle. 

We continue walking forward until we pass a group of girls who are all talking and not noticing anything at all. 

“Ladies,” Reggie croons as he walks up to them and hands them the leftover shirts he has. 

We stop and wait for him as he hands them the shirts before coming back to us. Then we all continue walking and the girls open the shirts only to let out a scream. 

“Reggie, wait!” One of the girls yells out, making me giggle as Reggie smirks. 

We walk for a while before coming up to the alley to get our hot dogs. We get our hot dogs from the cook before we each pile condiments onto them from the back of an Oldsmobile. 

“Man…. I can’t wait until we eat someplace where the condiments aren’t served out of the back of an Oldsmobile,” Alex states as he turns to Luke and then walks off to the owner. 

“I mean, I can’t say I don’t agree,” I tell Luke and he chuckles as he grabs my hand. 

“Hey… sorry I got some pickle juice on your battery cables,” Alex informs the much older man and I hold back a giggle. 

“No problem. It’ll help with the rust,” the older man jokes with a laugh. 

“That can’t…. okay. What?” Alex asks in confusion, then just deciding to let it go as he walks away from the man. He shakes his head and I giggle when he comes back up next to me. 

“Confused?” I ask him and he nods. 

“Duh!” he tells me and I snort out a giggle. 

We walk over to a couch with our food and sit down. Reggie sits farthest to the left and Luke sits next to him before pulling me down onto his lap and Alex shakes his head as he sits down next to Luke. I push my hot dog into Alex’s hand and he rolls his eyes. 

“Uhh, ok sure. I’ll hold it for you, sis,” he sarcastically jokes and I giggle. 

I reach down and quickly pull off one shoe along with its sock before ripping the other off. I lean back into Luke with a sigh and he chuckles as I take my hot dog back from Alex. 

“This is awesome, you guys. We’re playing the Orpheum! I can’t even count how many bands have played here and ended up being huge,” Luke says excitedly as he keeps his arm around me while holding his hot dog with the other.

“We’re gonna be legends!” Luke exclaims with a smile. 

“Yes, you guys will be. And I’ll be right beside you the whole time,” I agree and promise them with a big smile. 

“Eat up, sweetheart. You too, boys. Cause after tonight, everything changes,” Luke informs us as he squeezes my hip while holding his hot dog in the air. 

We all put our hotdogs together as if toasting to something, then each take a big bite.

“That’s a new flavor,” Alex mentions with a mouth full of hotdog while looking at us. 

“Chill man, street dogs haven’t killed us yet,” Reggie jokes, making me giggle. 

“I mean he’s got a point. We’ve been eating here for how long?” I ask with a shrug before we all continue to eat.

Little did we know, the hotdogs had bad chemicals in them, chemicals that aren't good to ingest at all.

Y/n’s Pov:{2020 after the Orpheum performance} 

“Knock knock,” I speak as I stick my head through Julie's bedroom door. 

“Ahh, if it isn’t my favorite ghost that actually has manners. You can come all the way in,” Julie jokes as she turns to look at me and I grin as I step all the way in. 

“Hi, Julie. Yeah, the guys are not well mannered, that's something we can agree on,” I say with a laugh and she smiles, also laughing. 

“Come to get away again?” she asks and I quickly turn away from her before starting to look around her room again. 

“Yeah… he’s just…” I sigh and shake my head as I make my way to her closet. 

“Infuriating?” she fills in for me and I bite my lip as I nod. 

I start to look around her closet and find a shirt I really like. Smiling, I pull it off the hanger and turn to her as I hold it up. 

“Can I try this on?” I ask her and she nods as she gets up and grabs a notebook off her chair. 

“Sure. Just don’t do what your boyfriend apparently likes to do,” she tells me with a giggle as she sits back down and I pull it off the hanger. 

“One, he’s not my boyfriend. Two, Alex tells that story too much. It was one time!” I quickly defend Luke as I walk over to the mirror to slip it on over my shirt and Julie shakes her head. 

“Whatever, just make sure it stays the way it is and comes back to me,” she jokes and I roll my eyes in the mirror at her. 

“Yeah, yeah. One time. One time Luke steals a shirt and cuts it up, then we both become shirt villains,” I joke as I turn to look at her. 

“Well? Does it look good on me?” I ask her as I hold my arms out and spin a little. 

“Yeah. It does. Go ahead and borrow it whenever you want to,” she tells me when she looks up at me from writing and I grin at her.

“Thank you, Jules,” I tell her and she smiles sweetly back at me. 

“Of course. That’s what girlfriends are for,” Julie says as she continues to write in her book. 

“I’ve never really had girl friends. I’ve only ever had the boys…” I tell her, my voice thick with emotion and she gets up from the bed. 

“Well, you have me and Flynn now,” she tells me as she comes up beside me. 

“Wanna try on anything else?” she asks and I shrug, making her smile. 

“Really y/n, it’s ok. Try whatever you like,” she reiterates to me and I grin, making her smile as she goes and sits back on her bed. 

I excitedly walk over to her closet and look through it. I look at her shirts for a few minutes, but nothing jumps out at me. I sigh and let my head fall with my eyes falling closed, making Julie chuckle. 

“Nothing speaks to ya, huh?” she asks and I huff, opening my eyes. 

My eyes light up as I see something and Julie seems to notice as she once again gets up to come over to me. I bend down and pick them up with a smile on my face. Julie watches me carefully as I straighten up and look at her. 

“Do you have socks by chance? I don’t know if mine would even be in the bags in the garage or not. I never really kept any around,” I say excitedly and she smiles, walking over to her dresser. 

“Sure, what kind do you normally like?” she asks as she opens the drawer.

“Umm, you got any knee high?” I ask and she gives me a devilish smile. 

“Oh, I’ve got many…” she tells me as she begins to pull a bunch out:

Julie lays out pair after pair and I marvel at all her choices of knee high socks. I find it hard to pick my favorite pair and Julie chuckles. 

“Pick two or three favorites and you can keep them along with the shoes,” Julie tells me and my head snaps up to look at her. 

“Really? I can keep the shoes and two pairs of socks?” I ask and she nods, smiling. 

“The shoes aren’t really my favorite anymore, so yeah. Keep ‘em. I also don’t really wear the knee highs anymore,” she says with a laugh as she motions to all the socks she has. 

“Thank you, Jules,” I tell her and she smiles, nodding at me. 

“There’s so many new patterns from when I was younger. How will I ever pick?” I ask and she chuckles as she lifts a pair off the bed. 

“I think you’d like these maroon ones or maybe the navy blue, but if you're ever looking to impress a certain someone, then I’d take one of the music notes,” she tells me as she lifts each one to show me. 

“I’ll take the maroon and the yellow and black ones, those ones kinda remind me of when Luke used to call me bee…” I fondly tell her as I pick up the socks before looking up at her to see she has an amused look on her face. 

“What?” I ask and she giggles. 

“He used to call you, bee? Really?” she asks and I blush lightly. 

“It was because bumblebee was my favorite transformer. He used it when we were like 8!” I exclaim when she raises an eyebrow at me. 

“Ok. No, that's actually a very cute reason…” she admits as she crosses her arms and I smile. 

“Isn’t it, though? If Lex were here he’d totally be gagging and rolling his eyes,” I tell her and she chuckles. 

“I could totally see that. Alex seems very protective over you,” she agrees with me and I roll my eyes. 

“You have no idea,” I joke and she laughs again. 

“You can come take my socks whenever. Like I said, I don’t wear them very often. But keep those ones, they’re yours now,” she tells me with a grin and I grin back. 

“Really, thank you,” I tell her again and she shrugs. 

“Hey. It’s nothing. I know you hate shoes, so if you like those and I mean really like them, go right ahead and keep ‘em,” she tells me with a smile and I jump up, grabbing the shoes and socks. 

“I’ll see you later. Thank you for my new shoes and socks. You think Luke will like ‘em? They match his…” I say in a bashful tone and Julie smirks. 

“I’m sure he’ll love them. Heck, he’ll probably just like seeing you excited about shoes for once,” Julie jokes with another shrug and I giggle. 

“You're right. I’ll see you later?” I ask her and she nods, grinning. 

“Got a gig with the boys tonight so I’m sure I’ll see you there. You never pass our gigs up,” she tells me as she starts picking up the other socks. 

“That’s ‘cause I’m the cheerleader. I cheer everyone on, especially now that I’m more of a background manager now that Flynn’s the real manager,” I admit and she shakes her head. 

“You’re part of the team too, even if you do more background stuff. Plus, I think of you more as our stylist than a cheerleader. Those shirts you used to make were awesome. Not to mention how you dressed the guys and me for the last gig,” she raves and I blush at all the praise. 

“Oh… that was nothing, really,” I wave her compliment off and she shakes her head. 

“Y/n, take the compliment. You're awesome at style,” she demands and I slowly smile while nodding. 

“Ok… ok. Thank you,” I tell her shyly and she laughs. 

“Now go try your new shoes out,” she jokes with me, rolling her eyes with a smile and I grin. 

“Ok. See you later!” I wave at her and she waves back. 

I quickly walk out of her room—when she opened the door I have no clue, probably when my head was buried in the closet—and I decide to just apparate to the garage. My feet lightly land on the garage floor and I quickly rush over to the couch. 

I put the bumblebee striped socks on, then the shoes and smile when I finish tying them. I stand up and grin as I dance around a little bit. Soon I get bored waiting for the guys so I decide to figure out the guy’s clothes for the gig tonight. 

I go up into the loft where all of our clothes are and look through Alex’s first. I find him a real nice light pink shirt, knowing he’d want his pink. I then look through his pants and find him one of his many pairs of black sweats. 

I then go over to his new collection of fanny packs and find him a nice jean jacket style one. I lay that all out and look over it. I then grab one of his many snapback hats and add it in. 

The blue of the snapback pairs perfectly with the fanny pack and I decide to let him pick shoes, making me smile as I’m satisfied with the outfit. I then move on to Luke’s outfit, starting with his favorite skull shirt and lay it out. I start to riffle through his pants when I hear the boys land downstairs from apparating. 

“Sweetheart, where are you?” I hear Luke shout out and I smile. 

“In the loft, Lukey!” I shout back and smile when I find the right pants. 

“There you are. Come down and cuddle?” he asks me and I shake my head, smiling more. 

“Sorry, Lukey boy. Can’t. I’ve still got yours, Reggie’s, and Julie's outfits to do before tonight,” I sadly tell him and he frowns. 

“But… if you help me, maybe I can get them done faster,” I appeal to him and he takes a moment to think it over before his frown slowly turns to a smile. 

“Deal,” he tells me and I smile softly at him as he comes closer. 

“Ok. Do you want to finish your outfit then while I start on Regsters?” I ask and he laughs.

“What?” I ask him and he chuckles. 

“You haven’t called Reggie Regsters since we were like ten,” he tells me with a smirk and I shrug. 

“I guess I’m just feeling very nostalgic today,” I comment as I continue to put Reggie’s outfit together. 

“Ok. I’m done with Reginald’s. Are you done with yours?” I ask as I turn around to look at him and again he has a smirk on. 

“What is with you today? Old nicknames and full names?” he asks and I giggle as I look over what he’s added to his outfit. 

“I really don’t know. I was hanging out with Jules today and for some reason it’s put me in a very weird happy and nostalgic mood,” I explain as I give his outfit a few minor changes. 

When I finish his outfit I fully stand up and when I do, I hear him let out a gasp. I look at him and realize he’s looking down at my feet. 

I grin as I stand on my heels, letting my toes angle out before bringing them back in. 

“Oh! Jules gave me ‘em. Aren’t they rockin’?” I ask and he gives me a sideways look. 

“Sweetheart, don’t get me wrong, they are rockin’, but why are you wearing them? You hate shoes…” he asks me and I feel a blush creep up my neck. 

“I really liked them and Julie told me I could have them, so I took them. Do you not like them? They match yours…” I tell him as I bite my lip as I look down at them. 

“No. I love them. It’s just… I’m not used to seeing you wear shoes, sweetie,” he explains as he comes over to me. 

“Oh…ok. I liked em ‘cause they matched yours. Not to mention they’re  too,” I meekly point out and I hear him chuckle. 

“Is that all we had to do all these years to get you to wear shoes? Just find you a pair that matched mine?” he asks, making me look up at him and my breath gets caught in my throat with how close he is. 

If I moved just a little bit more, my lips could touch his. Oh how badly I want to just surge forward and close the small distance, but I don’t. I look down at his lips before quickly looking back up at his eyes in hopes he didn’t catch it. To my relief, it seems like he didn’t. 

“If that’s the case, we shoulda done that years ago,” he jokes and I just watch him as he keeps a smile on his face. 

“Hey. What’s wrong?” he asks me, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

“Oh… nothing, I promise. Just… stuck in thought I guess,” I tell him with a shrug before going around him to try and go down the ladder. 

“Hey. No. I know something is up, y/n. Come on, you can tell me,” he prompts me as he grabs my hand and pulls me back to him. 

“Really. It’s nothing. I’m fine…” I try to lie the best I can, knowing he’ll read me like an open book. 

“No. You’re not leaving till you tell me what’s wrong…” he informs as he again pulls me back, but this time he pulls me into a hug and holds me there. 

“Lukey… come on. Let me go. I can’t talk to you about it, ok…?” I plead with him and he gives me a confused look. 

“What can’t you tell me? You tell me everything, sweetheart. It’s ok. You can tell me,” he promises and I sigh, realizing he won’t be letting this go. 

“I can’t tell you because it’s about you. You’ll stop talking to me and I don’t want that,” I admit in a fast jumble of words. 

“What do you mean it’s about me? Did I do something to make you upset with me? I’m sorry if I did,” he quickly apologizes and I shake my head. 

“Goodness no, Luke… I… uh… like someone…” I tell him as I bite my lip and his face falls. 

“Oh. So you’re…” he trails off and I nod. 

“Yeah. I’m in love with you…” I admit sheepishly and his eyes widen. 

“Wait, what?!” he asks and I give a nervous giggle. 

“What did you think I meant?” I ask him and he chuckles. 

“I thought you were trying to tell me you were going to go out with another guy. Ya know, dial everything back…” he explains with a slow smile making way to his face. 

“Oh… well, no…” I again nervously trail off and he chuckles again. 

“Sweetheart, look at me please…” he asks me and I do, only to see him smiling. 

“Wha-” I start off, but he cuts me off as he slams his lips to mine and I freeze. 

The kiss lasts for a few minutes and it's exactly how I always dreamed of it. At first, Luke kisses me and I can’t move out of shock, but once I’ve snapped out of it I kiss him back. Our lips move in sync and it’s so full of love. 

It’s nice and slow as Luke keeps his hands on my cheeks. My arms slowly wrap around his neck and I play with the hair at the nip of his neck. All too soon though, we are both pulling away for air. 

He lays his forehead against mine as he now wraps his arms around my waist and mine stay around his neck. He gives me one last peck before he’s smiling, making me smile too. 

“I’ve wanted to do that since fourth grade…” he whispers out as he nudges my nose with his. 

“Well… why didn’t you?” I ask him with a giggle when his face scrunches up. 

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” he sassily asks and I giggle again. 

“Because I didn’t know how you felt. I didn’t want to risk losing you,” I admit and he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“I had the same reasoning,” he admits and I grin before we both start laughing. 

“Wait, so we’ve both been oblivious idiots this whole time?” I ask and he nods while still laughing. 

“I could have told you that! As a matter of fact, I did!” Alex shouts from downstairs, making me and Luke laugh harder. 

“Well, that’s definitely one way to do it,” I giggle out and Luke shrugs. 

“I guess so, bee…” he says with a grin on his face and I immediately look down at my socks. 

“You figured it out!” I excitedly exclaim and he nods, smiling. 

“That I did. How could I forget about bee? Now if we had known that all we had to was get bumblebee striped socks and shoes that matched mine, maybe we would’ve had you in shows years ago,” Luke jokes with an eye roll and I scoff. 

“Oh, shut up. At least now I’m just like you,” I tell him with a grin and he smiles more, if that’s even possible. 

“Yes, you are and I love it,” he tells me with a smile before pulling me back to him by the waist. 

“Can I kiss you again?” he asks and I giggle. 

“Well you didn’t even ask the first time around, but you're lucky I love you or else it’d be a no,” I joke before realizing what I had actually said and I pause, waiting for his response. 

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he replies with a big cheeky smile and I can’t help but smile with him. 

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he jokingly tells me and I smile, nodding. 

He leans forward and kisses me again. This time feels just like the first, so full of love and care. I smile into the kiss as does he before again we’re pulling away. 

“You gonna come give me those cuddles now?” he asks and I laugh before playfully sighing. 

“I guess we can go cuddle now…” I reply playfully and he grins. 

“Ok. Come on,” he tells me and before I know it, I’m being pulled towards the ladder. 

We make it down to the bottom and he pulls me over to his couch before he’s plopping down onto it. He looks up at me before holding his arms out and doing grabby hands like a five year old would. I laugh as I sit down on the couch.

He wraps his arms around me and I cuddle into his chest. I sigh when all he brings is a protective warmth over me. Soon before I know it, my eyes slowly drop and I’m off into dreamland, sleeping peacefully in my best friend's arms (well, boyfriend now, I guess). Only the peaceful sleep doesn’t last very long because soon I’m jumping awake. 

“Are you wearing shoes?!” Alex shouts as I sleepily look up at him. 

“Yes, I am. Now go away, I’m going back to sleep,” I grumble as I cuddle back into Luke, who lets out a small breathy laugh and that’s the last thing I hear before falling back into a deep, peaceful sleep. 

The End…

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“Band circle?” Luke suggested.

“Yeah.” Julie agreed, taking a step back.

“Guys band circle.” Luke and Julie walked over to the guys and all joined hands together. “We don’t know what brought us here together, what we do know is…you’re a star Julie.” Luke made her smile. “Just because this is our last night together doesn’t mean we won’t be watching you from above.” Luke nodded then added. “Or…” He clicked his tongue and motioned downwards with his head to indicate hell.

The guys and Julie scoff and shake their heads.

“Now let’s go rock this show. Let’s give them a night they’ll be talking about till the sun comes up, okay?” They all laughed agreeing with him. Luke stuck his hand out to the middle. “Legends on three…”

“One.” Alex followed, putting his hand on top of Luke’s. 

“Two.” Reggie then put his hand on Alex’s.

“Three.” Julie finished off the count with her hand.

“Legends!” They all threw their hands up in the air. As they finished a car honk roared out, catching their attention.

“That’s my dad. He’s driving me there so I’ll see you guys soon.” The boys all watched as she began walking out of the garage. Julie paused for a moment and gave her boys one last glance. She smiled and walked off, grabbing her outfit for tonight off the door handle.

Right as she left, Carlos took that as his cue to let himself be shown.

“Have a good show boy band.” He walked in clapping at nothing but an empty garage. The boys grew amused by Julie’s little brother. 

Luke smirked, bending over to be eye to eye with the kid. “Who you calling boy band?”

“Carlos!” Ray called out to him. Carlos slumped his shoulders then did the “I’m watching you” motion with his fingers. Luke followed his gaze which was right to him and nowhere near where he stood.

“How did he find out about us?” Reggie questioned.

“I don’t know Reg, maybe it was the blinds, or you know what the blanket, you know it could have been any number of things you did in that house.” Alex replied sarcastically.

Luke wrapped his arm around Reggie’s shoulder. “It doesn’t matter guys.” Luke looked to Reggie. “We’re not coming back here anyways.”

Silence filled the room then out of nowhere unexpectedly.

“And where is it you think you’re going?” Called a voice from the grand piano.

“What are you doing here?” Luke confronted the man that sat before them.

“Such hostility.” Caleb fake gasped. “I’m just here to congratulate you on your big night.” The boys looked at each other like he was out of his mind. “Not everyone gets to play the Orpheum!” Caleb laughed.

“No no no, we know that it’s your stamp that’s hurting us!” Luke revealed his forearm. 

“Mmmm.” Caleb looked at his arm.

“We already told you we have a ban-” Luke was cut off by the sudden appearance of your voice. 

“Hey guys I wanted to come and say good luck toni-“ You halted in your step when you noticed a man sitting on the grand piano. “-ight.” You dragged out the T. You stepped closer to Alex watching them cautiously. The man gave you an off feeling. “Who’s this?” You furrowed your brows asking them. Caleb immediately smirked as he saw you walk in. He could tell why the lead guitarist liked you so much now. You were a sight.

“Caleb Covington darling, ni-“

“No one! He’s no one!” Luke scowled, pushing you by the shoulders and turning you around to face the garage doors. Luke grew worried as you kept resisting his light shoves.

“Luke?” You removed his hands.

“I-I can’t explain it all right now, but I need you to go, okay. Tell Julie we’ll be at the show later okay. I just need you to leave right now.” He whispered to you.

“Luke, you’re scaring me, what’s wrong?” You were now concerned. Your eyes going back and forth from him and to this Caleb guy.

“Nothing’s wrong, darling!” Caleb’s voice boomed out. His smile made you smile nervously. “Just having a nice chat about the Orpheum tonight. Wishing them all the best.” He played innocent again.

“Yeah it’s pretty amazing.” You nervously chuckled, taking a cautious step towards the man. 

“So you must be the beautiful Y/n, I’ve been hearing so much about. This one does not shut up about you.” Caleb pointed to Luke. “He could write a whole album dedicated to you.”

“W-What?” You looked back at Luke with a questioned smile. 

“Y/n don’t listen to him h-“ Luke reached out for you.

“It’s true, Luke here is so in love with you.” You took a step back wondering why this random man you hardly knew was telling you all this and not Luke. Luke just glared at the man, clenching his fist. “He’d do…just about anything for you.” Caleb made eye contact with Luke who stood behind you.

“Luke what’s he talking abo-” You turned to face him and that’s when Caleb took his chance to grab you. You yelped as he pressed your back against his chest. His arm around your neck. Your hands clawing at them.

“No!” Luke stepped forward but was held back by a jolt.

“Guys!” You yelled out your concern as the boys clutched their stomachs.

“Now we can do this the easy way, or my way.” Caleb tilted his head. “Now my way gets the job done like this!” Caleb snapped his fingers. “But I’m a reasonable man, there doesn’t need to be any violence…so here’s your only chance.” He smirked.

“Let her go.” Luke’s voice was deep.

“Are you gonna be joining my house band for all eternity then?”

“Luke, what’s he talking about?” You struggled under his grip. “Luke…” You whimpered. 

“Hey just look at me, right at me.” Luke’s eyes watered as he held your gaze. “Everything’s gonna be okay, I promise.” He nodded, making you nod too.

“Let her go, it’s us you want. She has nothing to do with this.” Alex butted in. Reggie only watched with fear not knowing what was going to happen next.

“But doesn’t she…she’s the reason Luke’s so in love. He didn’t find love in his life before, but he has now.” Caleb started explaining. “He needs her, cause without her, there’d be no passion, no inspiration to write, no will to live.” Caleb chuckled as he spoke the word live. “She’s holding you back from joining my club.” Caleb looked down at you. “How foolish…falling for a living girl.” Caleb tightened his hold around your neck. “Let me let you in on a little secret boys, love is weak.”

“No.” Luke shook his head. “T-That’s where you’re wrong…love is forever. Its long lastingly. It even reaches the afterlife.” Luke started crying. His eyes were red and his jaw was clenched. “We already told you we have a band, we don’t wanna join your little club. Forget it!” Luke sneered. “Now let her go!” Luke demanded.

“Thought you’d say that…” Caleb nodded. Caleb’s hands removed themselves.

Luke caught him though. “What are you- wait, no!” Luke yelled as Caleb twisted your neck. Your body dropping to the ground. “Y/n!” Luke ran to you. His choked sobs filled the room. 

“Should’ve said yes.” Caleb sing-songed as he averted his gaze away from the weeping boy.

“W-Why.” He looked down at you. Your body was warm to the touch, but your heart wasn’t gonna beat anymore. “Skits, open your eyes please, please you can’t go like this, please. I’m so sorry…” Luke cradled you in his arms. Alex slumped to the floor, gripping his hair in shock. Reggie was crying, standing still watching your limp body in Luke’s arms. As for Caleb…Caleb was slowly counting down from five.

“Two, one…” Caleb pointed to the ceiling and on cue you came falling down and hit the ground. You moved on your back groaning as you felt your whole body ache. “There she is!” Caleb clasped his hands together.

Luke and the boys watched in horror as you now laid spread out on Julie’s mom’s carpet. “What the hell?” You slowly sat up rubbing your head.

Luke’s eyes shifted from your dead body to you on the carpet.

“What the-“ He mouthed as he set your body down gently then made his way to you. Well…dead you. Ghost you? Luke couldn’t exactly wrap his head around it.

“Y/n?” He kneeled down to help you stand up. Luke was able to feel you then, but he could really feel you now. He cried happy choked sobs as he caressed your cheeks. “Hey you’re okay.” He tilted his head to catch your eyes, but your gaze was on the body on the floor a few feet from you.

“T-That’s, that’s me…” Your breathing picked up, you could feel yourself start to hyperventilate. “Why, why can I see myself. I-I don’t..am I de-” You choked on the word. “D-Dead?”

Luke’s heart was shattered. You weren’t supposed to die. You have, well had, a long life ahead of you. You were only a year older than he was, and yet you died young too.

“Why would you do that to her! She doesn’t deserve this!” Luke hid you behind him as he yelled at the unbothered man. “You’re insane!”

“Mmmm, I’ve been called worse.” Caleb waved it off. “Oh come on, don’t look at me like that. You can be together now. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“She didn’t need to die…” Luke muttered softly.

“Well, you should’ve said yes.”

“Oh my god, I’m dead…” You looked at yourself. “Julie, she’s gonna be so hurt. What’s gonna happen to my body?” You cried. The boys watched as you stood over your dead self.

“Bury it, that’s what the living do with all the dead.” Caleb shrugged. All four of you turned your heads slowly towards him with a glare. “What?” Caleb shook his head. “You’re telling me you’re upset?”

“You killed me!” You exclaimed.

“Is that the worst thing that’s happened to you though?” Caleb squinted his eyes at you.

“You’re insane!” You gripped your hair. Caleb now understood more why Luke loved you. You were the same. “Bring me back!” You stood your ground and scowled.

“No can do darling, goes against my contract.”

“What contract?” You took a step forward.

“I’ve said too much.” Caleb averted his gaze.

“I can’t believe this!” You faced the boys. “I’m dead. Dead!” You started pacing. 

“Look who's keeping up.” Caleb laughed.

“Not now!” You pointed at him. “I’m dead. He killed me!” Luke’s eyes widened as you got up all in their faces. “Look at me!” You stood over your body. “I mean oh my-” You scrunch your face in disgust. “Is that how my hair looked like today?” You place a hand on your head and pout. “I died with bad hair!” You whine as you face the boys again.

“If I knew killing her was gonna make her this annoying I would have just knocked her unconscious.” Caleb leaned back, eyeing you with furrowed eyes.

“Fuck you!” You shoved your finger in Caleb’s face. You then walked over to the couch picking up a pillow. You looked at it then smashed it against your face, yelling and screeching into it. The boys flinched watching you with concern. Caleb looked mortified. Luke noticed then grimaced.

“She just needs a minute…or ten.” Luke eyed you as you beat your face with the pillow.

“Ahhhh…Okay I’m cool, I’m cool.” You talked to yourself, putting your hands up in surrender. “I’m calm, I am okay.” Luke smiled, approaching you with caution. As he was a few feet away from you he stumbled back as you threw the pillow in your hand over his shoulder. The pillow collided with the side of Caleb’s face. “You son of a bitch-” You ran over to Caleb and right as you lunged forward, Luke caught you by the waist and turned you away from him.

“Oh my god!” Luke’s eyes widened as he and Alex tried holding you back. 

“Let me at ‘em, let me at ‘em!” You growled.

“Are you even trying to hold her back?” Alex questioned as you started slipping from Luke’s grip. 

“I am!” Luke snapped, eyeing him annoyed.

“How is she so strong?”

“Don’t know Alex!” Luke groaned as he held you against him. “Down girl!” Reggie just sat in one of the chairs looking mortified.

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JJ’s Fic and Moodboard Masterlist Updated 2/28/24

Moodboards

Best Friends Brother AU || One Chicago || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Sarah Reese: Police Officer || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric

Single Dad!Severide || One Chicago || Kelly Severide Centric

Halstead Brothers Adopt Reese || One Chicago || Gen

Merlyn Twins au || One Chicago & Arrow || Tommy Merlyn & Connor Rhodes

One Chicago x Jatp Fusion || One | Two | Three || One Chicago & Julie and The Phantoms || Mult-ship

The Andi AU || One | Two || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric & Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

The Resident x One Chicago Crossover || One | Two || The Resident & One Chicago || Gen: Conrad Hawkins & Sarah Reese

Ballet au || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric

Voight Family Values || One Chicago || Gen and Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Sarah Reese as a Former Black Widow || One Chicago & Marvel Studios || Gen: Sarah Reese & Bucky Barnes

The Sisters Halstead || One Chicago || Gen: Makayla Ward & OC

MCU Spiderman Meets The Amazing Spiderman || Marvel Studios || Gen

Mockingbird || One Chicago & DC TV || Gen: Sarah Reese & Dick Grayson & Mult-Ship

Severide & Reese Step-Siblings au || One Chicago || Gen: Sarah Reese & Kelly Severide

Burgstead Pregnancy AU || One Chicago || Jay Halstead x Kim Burgess

Superstar Juke AU || Julie and The Phantoms || Julie Molina x Luke Patterson

NHL Star! Connor Rhodes || One Chicago || Connor Rhodes Centric

WHAT IF NESTA COULDN’T PHYSICALLY SPEAK IN ACOTAR? || ACOTAR || Nesta Archeron x Cassian

What if Paulo took Daisy with him when he left Clump? || Irreverent || Gen: Paulo Keegan & Daisy

FICS

Marvel Comics

The One Where Tony Survives (Alt Endgame Universe) || WIP (Series)

A Handful of Moments I Wished I Could Change (And a Tongue like a Nightmare that Cut like a Blade) || Complete || One Shot

Two Worlds (One Family) || Complete || One Shot

The Darcy Lewis Chonicles (Series)

Just Tony || Darcy Lewis and Tony Stark || One Shot

Julie and The Phantoms

Found a Time and Space || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Juke & Williex

In These Small Hours (Series) || Complete

Hollywood Tragedy Aftermath || Complete || Bobby | Trevor Wilson Centric

Do You Hear That Love? || Complete ||  One Shot  || Willie x Alex

Melancholy Kaleidoscope || Complete || One Shot  || Julie x Luke

Little Wonders (These Twists and Turns of Fate) || Complete || One Shot || Julie x Luke and Willie x Alex

One Chicago 

You Held Me Up on Your Shoulders Way Up High || Chicago Med and Chicago Fire || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese and Kelly Severide 

It Was a One Night Stand Until I Woke Up Next to You || Chicago PD || WIP (Series)

It Was a One Night Stand Until I Woke Up Next to You || WIP ||  Multi-Chapter || Jay Halstead x Kim Burgess 

Blood Thicker Than Water || One Shot || Complete || Jay Halstead x Kim Burgess

Married But As Friends (Series) Chicago Med || Complete

Delicate || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

You Could Still See the Best in Me || Chicago Med ||  Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Cause I Clutched Your Arms like Stairway Railings || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Freeze Time, Baby Rewind  || Chicago Med ||  Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Friends Don't Look at Friends That Way || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Come Back Be Here (Series) || Complete

Never Stop || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Guilty by Association || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

If I Drift in the Wrong Direction (You Turn the Tide) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

You & Me || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Reader Imagines (Series)

Apartment Fire || One Chicago || Complete || One Shot || Jay Halstead &  Disabled fem!reader Halstead sibling

Doctor Visit  || One Chicago || Complete || One Shot || Halstead brothers Will & Jay Halstead &  Disabled fem!reader Halstead sibling, and Manstead if you squint

One Chicago Soulmate AU || WIP (Series)

Your Words (Burned into My Skin) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

In Your Eyes (and it all makes sense) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Sweet Nothing (All You Wanted From Me Was) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Long Story Short  || WIP (Series)

Rare as a Glimmer of a Comet  || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Voight Family Values || WIP (Series)

Yeah, I Just Wanna Take You Home || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Hold On, I Still Want You  || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Interlude: What If || Chicago Med || Complete || Drabble || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Bottled Up Feelings are Silently Screaming (You Were Breaking Down) || Chicago Med || WIP || Multi-Chapter ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

DC TV

What Happened in Russia, Didn’t Stay in Russia || Arrow || Oliver x Felicity (An AU season 2 rewrite) || WIP (Series)

You’ll Always Be My Girl (or Felicity’s first scar and Oliver’s lecture) || Complete || One Shot

Slade’s Promise (Or Oliver’s Overprotective But with Good Reason) || Compete || One Shot

DC TV/Chicago Med Crossover

Mockingbird & Co.

The Same Little Breaks In Your Soul || Chicago Med || Arrow || Titans ||  WIP || Multi-Chapter ||  Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

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Congratulations on 5k followers! Can I get a platonic 90’s Reggie x female reader imagine with prompt 22? The reader is friends with all the boys from Sunset Curve but is closest to Reggie. They have almost a sibling type relationship. Her boyfriend broke up with her. The boys from Sunset Curve cheer her up by taking her on a road trip. It was Reggie’s idea.

it's road trip time indeed

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You don’t know that you’ve felt this miserable in quite some time, if ever. You were doing great before– wonderful life, passable schoolwork, excellent boyfriend who loved you, or at least claimed that he loved you. Can you see where this is going? Should you, perhaps, have seen it in the weeks before this, when you missed how he was falling out of love with you just as quickly as you were falling in love with him?

Instead, you saw nothing of the sort, and now you’re the one trying not to cry in the corner of your best friends’ music studio. Their invitation has been a constant one, repeatedly extended especially after your boyfriend broke up with you. You figured you could use a change of scenery in the hopes of feeling even a little less terrible, so you came.

In truth, it has done a fairly good job of brightening your spirits. You’ve been friends with the bandmates of Sunset Curve for a long time, Reggie Peters the longest. He was the one you met first, and he’s the one who’s become something of a brother to you. The others are wonderful, of course, but some part of your heart will always associate Reggie the closest with family.

This also means that he’s the most concerned about your post-breakup state. Every few minutes, he’s casting a worried glance your way. He’s been a little distracted for the past few minutes with some business in the far corner of the studio, but you haven’t really been paying attention to the boys’ practice.

Eventually, Reggie comes over to you, the three others hanging back with the smiles of someone who’s got something to hide. Reggie is practically jumping with excitement, and he can hardly sit still long enough to grab a chair opposite you.

You arch a brow at him. “You look pleased. Has Luke finally caved and let you talk him into doing a country song or two?”

Reggie shakes his head sadly. “No, but he should definitely consider it!”

This last part is said in a shout directed towards the others. Luke Patterson, the offending singer, just mouths ‘No way’ at the back of Reggie’s head, and you have to choke back a laugh.

“Anyway,” Reggie says briskly, “how are you doing?”

“I feel like I hate all boys,” you comment matter of factly.

Reggie chuckles. “I think you’re in bad company for that. Besides, I think I have something that could make you feel better.”

You glance at him quizzically. “What’s that?”

Reggie reaches into his pockets, pulling his hands out closed around two small objects. “Are you ready for this?”

Cautiously, you nod. “I think so, but I’m getting worried now. What’s going on?”

“This,” Reggie declares proudly, “is the answer to mending your broken heart.”

He opens one hand to reveal five tickets to a concert by your favorite band, and then turns over the other hand to hold up car keys.

You look between the two objects, stunned. “You got tickets? That’s insane! Wait, but they’re playing one state over. That’s nowhere near us.”

Reggie nods encouragingly, and seconds later, you get it.

Your eyes light up with unbridled joy, all heartbreaking boys forgotten. “Are we going on a road trip?”

“Right on the money,” Reggie says happily, “We could all use a change of scenery, so why not? Clear your schedule, we leave Monday morning. This is going to be so much fun.”

You beam at him for a second longer, then throw your arms around him. “You guys are the best friends ever. I can’t believe this is happening.”

Alex, Luke, and Bobby rush over to join in the group hug. You can feel your spirits soaring with every passing second.

“It was Reggie’s idea,” Alex mumbles, “He wanted to make sure you knew that.”

“Like, really sure,” Bobby confirms, “It was actually crucial that one of us bring that up. My life was threatened.”

Reggie scoffs. “I would never do something like that. I’m sure you’ll live far longer than any of us, Bobby. All that sarcasm is good for your health.”

Bobby lunges forward to swat Reggie on the shoulder, causing all of you to break into laughter. Yes, this is going to be a good trip indeed.

Monday morning finds you with your overnight bag packed, ready by the doors of the studio to take off. Bobby insists on taking the first shift of driving, which is probably for the best. The rest of you are either half asleep or so hyper on caffeine that you might start thinking you could fly.

Alex takes shotgun, racing Luke for the prodigious spot. He only makes it in time by the slimmest of margins, something Luke is quick to point out for the next hour or so. That leaves you, Reggie, and Luke in the back, which you’d argue were the best spots of all.

Alex masters music by default, given his position. The five of you scream out the lyrics to songs playing on the radio for as long as you can until the stations turn to ads, at which point Alex is forced to scramble to find the next channel before an uproar ensues.

You all take a break about an hour or so in, jumping out of the car to run circles around a nearby rest stop. It’s gotten fairly hot by now, so you all grab slushies at a gas station across the street. Luke tests his balance by walking on the edge of the curb, one careful foot over the other. He’s actually pretty good about not falling until Reggie fully tackles him out of nowhere.

They land on the grass with a solid impact, but they’re both laughing so hard that you can tell they aren’t hurt in the slightest. The conflict earns you the irritated stares of a couple exiting a nearby boutique, which only makes your grins broaden.

After you’ve sufficiently rested, you all pile back into the car. Positions are switched, with Alex driving. Luke claims shotgun as soon as he can, fixing all of you with an evil stare, all but daring you to try and fight him for the spot. If any of you raised an objection, you’re fairly sure you’d be taken out within the span of a second.

About half an hour into the second shift, you, Reggie, and Bobby realize that there are levers on the sides of the seats that cause the backs to snap backwards into a reclining position in moments. Thus launches an intensive period of brutal warfare in which all pleasantries are retired. You’ll be minding your own business and then your lever is pulled, causing you to be flung backwards out of the blue.

You and Reggie target Bobby at first, but Reggie decides that becoming a traitor is his best career choice and turns on you when you least expect it. Shrieks of surprise and betrayal fill the air, underscoring the beat of the music. Luke tries to complain about the three of you being so loud that he can’t hear the lyrics, which leads to all of you immediately reaching for the lever of his seat at the same time. It’s simply what he deserves.

You take the next driving shift, as apparently you and Reggie are causing too many problems and need to be separated. Luke retires the position of shotgun to Bobby, but he quickly becomes invested in launching a punch buggy conquest against the boys on either side of him, so he’s not doing too badly, either.

After your driving shift, the lot of you decide to pull in at a local restaurant or some lunch. The five of you get burgers and sandwiches, eating on red and white checkered tablecloths. You’ve been saving up for a while, so you’re all able to get milkshakes for dessert, just because. 

Alex drinks his shake too fast and clutches his temples in the agony of a brain freeze. Despite his supposed anguish, however, he seems to have healed pretty quickly and can be spotted drinking again within the span of about fifteen seconds.

Reggie takes the last driving shift, delivering all of you to the hotel. The night passes quickly; although all any of you really did was sit in a car for several hours, every one of you is somehow exhausted. You do hear reports of pillow fights, however, and certainly take part in some yourself.

The concert is the next night. The five of you take the opportunity to explore the town during the day. Luke stumbles upon a mural on a nearby wall and instantly gets the idea for some killer lyrics. He panics briefly, being so far from his studio, but you reveal that you always carry a notebook and a pen for just such a purpose and hand it over. He claims that he’ll dedicate the next album in your honor, which makes you laugh.

Soon enough, the sun starts to fade from the sky, and your merry group heads over to the concert hall. You think this night will go down as one of your best memories, the five of you screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs. Air guitars abound, drum solos are rapped out against legs, and you’re all so thrilled to be here that you can’t imagine a world in which you didn’t have this.

It’s the most wild night of your life, plain and simple, and the best time you’ve ever had. The five of you are talking about the concert the entire drive back, analyzing everything from dance moves to song mashups to concert attendance. You can tell that Reggie is getting ideas for an upcoming show, but then again, they all are. You don’t see something like that without wanting to live it for yourself.

As for you, you couldn’t be happier. Even when the trip ends, you’re not thinking about any ex boyfriends anymore. You have enough Polaroids to paper your walls, enough memories to keep you ecstatic for years. All of you agreed that you definitely need to do road trips more often, so you can count on something like this in the near future.

After all, what’s not to love? You have your best friends, and at the end of the day, that’s all you’ll ever need. When you’re with them, you’re happier than ever, and you can’t think about a single worry when you’re around them. It’s good, you’re good, and nothing could ever be better.

requested by @thornyrose463, i hope you enjoy!

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Back to the 118 // Evan Buckley

IN WHICH: Buck meets the firefighter he replaced as the reader transfers back to the 118. The reader never expected to fall for a co-worker the first day back at the 118 after two years spent at the 155 in Los Feliz.

Warnings: Swearing, sickness, hospitals, health issues, pregnancy, angst and a shit ton of fluff

Words: 5.9k

A/N: So this is obviously a modern au for jatp to fit in the 911 universe. To make this work, Buck replaced Reader instead of Tommy after many failed probies. Eddie then later replaced Tommy.

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Your e/c eyes scanned the outward appearance of the first firehouse you’d worked at fresh out of the Academy. The place that had become a second home from the increased tension-filled house your parents still lived in. A place you had escaped as quickly as you could for a dream career. A career your parents hadn’t been proud of in the beginning, with the danger that came with being a firefighter paramedic.

“You the new recruit?”

Your eyes fell from the building to the male individual standing near the open bay the engine and ladder truck both used. The male in question must have joined the 118 after you transferred to the 155. The stranger towered at least six feet minimum with blue eyes and short blonde hair with the slightest wave.

“No-”

“Flint!” The excited voice of the only other female paramedic called out. You only saw dark navy before you were pretty much tackled.

Hen and Chimney had equally taken you under their wings when you initially joined as a rookie. You’d been the second female firefighter-paramedic at the 118 and the youngest by far. As if you’d summoned him, you felt the arms of Chimney sandwich you against Hen.

“Flint?” The stranger parroted, blinking his eyes at the rather unusual scene of Chimney and Hen wrapped around an unknown girl.

“What are you doing here?” Chimney questioned, stepping back. Hen scoured your entire form for any differences that had occurred.

“Y/N decided to come home,” Bobby spoke from a few feet behind the reunion with the beaming smile on his features. His lips pulled into a smile directed at the first recruit he’d taken on his first year at the 118.

“Bobby!” You grinned, meeting the father figure in the middle of the distance between you two. Bobby wrapped you up in his arms tightly, a certain lightness cocooning the Captain as he took in his friends.

“You’re back here?”

“Everything is squared back at home now, thankfully, and while I loved working with the 155, it wasn’t home. This will always be home.”

“Buck, this is Y/N Patterson. She worked her first two years with the 118 before transferring to the 155 in Los Feliz. Y/N, this is one of our newest members, Evan Buckley.” Bobby gestured towards the previously nameless firefighter.

“Who would leave the 118?” Buck questioned, unable to come up with a valid reason to leave the family at 118.

Buck’s opinion didn’t stand with his only workplace after successfully becoming a firefighter solely was the 118. Never had he worked in another firehouse. He’d been a fire marshall and volunteered his time in the Austin wildfire, but he always came home to the 118.

“Family issues.”

2018, Firehouse 118, Los Angeles

A fresh-faced, albeit dirty from sweat and soot, jumped down from the engine truck’s high steps. The synchronized slam of doors sounded from your colleagues and friends Hen and Chimney. All three individuals famished for the casserole Bobby had premade during the slow morning.

“Baked Mac n’ Cheese.” Tommy breathed from his position by the driver side. Tommy Kinard was a stoic man towering over six feet. He was always a gentle giant after you’d bonded after a hard call.

“Clean up, and I’ll have it in the oven. It’s Chimney’s time to make the salad and Flint’s turn to set the table.” Bobby spoke with barely a glance to the ground ahead of him. 

Your Captain jogged towards the stairs, whereas his team made their way to the locker rooms for a well-deserved shower. You and Hen split away from Tommy and Chimney to the women’s locker room that had gotten an upgrade.

Well, before you joined the Academy, the locker room had been used as a glorified game room, all thanks to the misogynist Captain from hell. Hen often had over the years mentioned how lucky you got with Bobby being your first Captain.

“Chimney better not put those onions like he did last time.” You spoke from under the stream of warm water. Nothing beat the warmth of a shower near the end of your shift erasing the evidence of your job.

“Man needs to learn the complimentary salad to the main dish.” Hen piped up from across the shower room.

You and Hen had both showered and redressed in a fresh uniform in under five minutes, the dirty one placed in a laundry bag. You’d managed to beat the boys to the upstairs by a few seconds. Enough to set half of the able before Chimney began to making his salad of choice.

“Looks great, Cap.” Tommy complimented the gooey homemade pasta Bobby religious made every third Thursday. He alternated between pasta recipes with the odd new recipe every once in a while.

“What are you waiting for? The bell?” Bobby quipped to the unmoving bunch of hungry individuals. His words started the boisterous meal time preceding the end of shift.

“So, we’re halfway through dinner and Amber-” Your phone interrupted the disaster date Tommy had begun telling. He continued as soon as you waved him to go ahead while you took the call.

“Hello?” You breathed into the phone.

“Hi, sweetheart.” The warmth infused in your mom’s voice soothed the ruffled feathers from the call you’d come back from, “How are you?”

“I’m good! We just finished eating. My shift is almost over, and I’ll have to go straight to the store for groceries-”

“Y/N, we found him.”

The him was easy to figure out given your brother had run away from home three months prior with only his dreams in mind. You’d spent most of your off time, sometimes even during shift out on a call, to scan the environment for Luke. You became a regular in questioning hospitals and homeless shelters.

“Where was he?”

“His band had been about to play at some big venue last night.” Mom’s word choice concerned you. Her voice dripped with sadness instead of the typical disappointment and annoyance on anything to do with Sunset Curve.

“Mom, what’s going on?”

“A few nights ago, the boys got hotdogs-”

“Streetdogs.” You interrupted with evident anger in your tone at the mention of those death dogs Luke consumed. You can’t even give a number to how many times you had told him how unsanitary and dangerous the food is.

“Something was wrong with the food. They got ill fast. Alex and Reggie are being kept for observation but will be found with a few days of rest.”

“What about Luke?”

“He tried to call 911; he was weak and fell. Y/N, he hit his head. He’s in the ICU in a coma.” Emily Patterson’s voice cracked as soon as she acknowledged the current state of her youngest child.

The colours of the world dulled as soon as your mind clicked that Luke was in the hospital. Your little brother had put himself in danger all because he had a big dream. Your mind flashed through your life growing up with him.

You remembered talking to your mom’s growing bump when she was pregnant with Luke. You remembered five-year-old Luke unable to settle unless you sang to him. Your voice was nothing special, but it soothed the little boy when he had a nightmare. You could vividly recall teaching Luke how to play the guitar when he was thirteen; the brunette a complete natural at it.

“What’s his prognosis?”

“Too early to tell. The doctor is hoping Luke will be in a general room after tomorrow if the swelling goes down. I wanted you to know as soon as possible.”

“How’s Dad?”

Emily hesitated from her position by a hospital bed. Her brown eyes carefully scanning the male sleeping soundly in the bed.

“Mom?”

“Your father had a heart attack last night. That’s why I haven’t been able to tell you sooner. He’s currently sleeping, but he’ll have a barrage of tests later today-”

“I’ll be there as soon as my shif-”

“No. Don’t drop anything. I can keep you up.”

“Excuse my language, but there’s no way in hell I’m staying away from my family. I’ll take a few days off. I’ll see you in a couple hours.” Your thumb tapped the red circle on the bottom of your screen.

The 118 didn’t bother pretending they hadn’t been watching your form during your phone call. Bobby felt like something had drastically changed in a few minutes you’d been busy on the phone.

“Everything okay?” Bobby inquired from his position at the kitchen sink. His hands in the sudsy water to scrub the empty pan.

“My brother and my father are in hospital. I’m gonna need some days off.” You informed your boss with a look of utter defeat coating your expression.

Those few days transitioned to transferring to the closest firehouse to your childhood home and the hospital. The medical bills from both your brother and father had begun to overwhelm your mother with the current single source of income. Emily didn’t ask you for anything, but you started renting the home you’d bought for extra money.

It was a silent agreement that you paid rent as a cover to helping with the bills piling up.

Present Day, Firehouse 118

Buck followed behind the welcoming group to the girl that seemed larger than life. Buck was impressed by the sacrifice you’d made for the good of your family. You’d willingly given up the family of the 118. Buck didn’t know if he could do the same.

“Welcome back.” Hen cheered on her guidance to the heaven everyone called the kitchen. Your department issue duffle bag dropped out of the wall on the top level.

Your eyes zeroed in on the spread of your favourite foods prepared by the only person aware of your return. It was only one look of gratitude towards the father figure before everyone dug in.

A few changes had occurred since you’d last sat at this table. Tommy Kinard had left the 118 for the 217 shortly after your departure. He’d been replaced by the ready to impress Buck. One thing that hadn’t changed was the delicious food Bobby made.

Your eyes found the sole empty chair at the long table, “Didn’t you say the house took on two new recruits since I left?”

“Buck took your position when you left. We had a revolving door of firefighters before Buck permanently joined.” Chimney supplied with a mouth full of lettuce and grated carrot. Hen whacked his arm for his lack of manners.

“You’ll meet Eddie on the next shift. He took the day off. It’s his son’s first birthday since his mom died.” Bobby informed you with that pinched wrinkle between his eyebrows, “He joined after Tommy left.”

“Well, I can’t wait to meet the entire team.” You replied, looking past to the circular table behind Bobby’s spot. Sam and Ryan both waved happily upon catching sight of you back at your unspoken seat.

You listened intently as Hen shared the changes Denny had gone through in the time you’d been away. Chimney was ecstatic to point out the faint scar on his forehead.

“You had rebar go through your skull, and you’re completely fine?” You questioned, floored by the pure luck Chimney had.

“Oh, it was nasty. Went in from the back of the skull to the front.” Buck spoke enthusiastically, recounting the scene. Chimney deadpanned a look at his younger coworker, “Oh, sorry.”

“It’s like you never had it happen.”

“Doc was shocked at how positive the outcome and healing was. I was back at work within a month on light duty. I beat my record getting in my turnout gear.” 

“And yet my little brother was comatose for two months.” You grumbled under your breath. None of the people could make out the words, but the grimace on your face was enough to show them it was personal.

In true 118 fashion, the bell rang throughout the firehouse with the disembodied voice declaring the type and location. Yoru e/c eyes found Buck climbing into the driver’s seat where Tommy had once commandeered. It was odd not having the man who’d became an older brother to you.

“How’re your parents?” Hen questioned, sitting diagonally from you. Her fingers repositioning the radio on her chest.

“Dad’s recovering pretty good. Mom’s started attending her knitting club again.” 

Buck’s eyes raised to the rearview mirror to meet yours in interest, “What happened?”

“Uh...my dad had a heart attack a couple years ago. He took a long time to recover with the further stress that caused it.” You piped up, understanding the news would come out at some point, “My little brother was in an accident that left him in a coma. Life was just as messy after he woke up.”

“He’s okay?” Chimney questioned, “I know we’ve never met them, but it really gutted you.”

“Well, physically, he’s fine, but emotionally he’s upset. He was in a band, and when he came out of the coma, he found out some devastating news.” You continued to explain, but unfortunately, or maybe, fortunately, you’d come to the scene.

It was a little known place most teenagers discovered as a hang out spot just on the edge between your county and the next. The location was the infamous spot of cliff jumping; you knew because this was something you’d recklessly done in high school.

“He’s over here!” A blonde male of average height called from the edge of the cliff. His blue eyes were bright even from this distance, matching the detailing on his swim trunks.

Surrounding the edge with the boy was a group of teenagers his age, all in different versions of swimsuits. You found the scared brown eyes of a beautiful girl you vaguely knew from the few shows of Sunset Curve you had watched. Her dark blonde hair plaited out of her face. Her face clicked as Carrie Wilson, Bobby’s sister or cousin.

You jogged towards the edge of the cliff to look over. It was easily between fifteen to twenty feet from the edge of the cliff to the water. You recognized Hen crouching by your side, looking at what you were looking at.

On the rocks was a prone body of a teenage male with bruises already forming on his face from where you could see. His thick shoulder-length hair laid still half in the ponytail and around his head.

“Head trauma.” You murmured to Hen, scanning from a distance, “I can’t tell much from this height and angle.”

“Either a broken tibia or fibula. Spinal injury is definitely a concern.”

“Okay, his name is Willie Young. He’s eighteen years old. His sister Kayla was dared to jump off by doing some kind of flip. Willie took her dare and didn’t jump far enough or tripped over a rock.” Bobby listed having been talking with the group of teenagers all shook up.

“I can rappel-” Buck began to speak before you cut him off firmly.

“It would take too long, and the angle is difficult. Nobody rappels down it; the cliff isn’t stable enough. It crumbles pretty easy, and the unofficial name of this cliff is Devil’s Dive.” Your eyes found Carrie’s tear-filled once and the utter devastation in who you pegged as Kayla.

“How do you know that?”

“Because I’ve jumped off this cliff for years as a teenager. You’re looking at the resident champion of self reckless endangerment at Devil’s Dive.” 

Hen, Chimney and Bobby each stared, shocked at your revelation of stupid teenager decisions.

“Then how are we gonna get down there,” Buck questioned, staring at the unconscious teenager lying on the rocks.

“Easy, I can jump from here into the water and climb onto the rocks to where Willie is. I have the experience of how and where to jump safely.” You spoke to your Captain with complete confidence in your abilities, “You can lower down the kit, radio and backboard by a rope. There’s a mansion beyond the trees that you can ask to borrow a boat from the owner. He’s eccentric and questionable but nice enough.”

Bobby nodded his head to your plan. You unbuttoned your uniform shirt to strip down to the department t-shirt with the emblem on your chest and across your back. You kept the boots and emptied your pockets of anything. The butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the height of the cliff you hadn’t jumped from in years.

“I’ll jump where-”

“Excuse me?” You scoffed at Buck’s assumption he could follow you.

“You’ll need another pair of hands to roll him on the backboard. I don’t have anyone waiting for me at home. This is kinda what I do. Bobby cleared it already.” Buck shrugged with a half-smirk on his handsome face.

With a roll of your eyes, you quickly gave Buck a rundown on how to jump correctly before you tossed yourself off the cliff. The cold water momentarily shocked your system as soon you submerged under the water. You swam to the surface before swimming towards the rocks. Willie hadn’t moved an inch.

“Whoa! That was so cool!” Buck cheered once he’d appeared on the surface of the water, “No wonder you used to do that!” 

His excitement both annoyed and amused you, “Eh. I was just an idiot kid who thought they were invincible.”

The two firefighters lifted themselves onto the rock formation, where blood stained the rock. While Buck retrieved the backboard and essentials from the rope, your hands moved across Willie’s body, checking for breaks. You caught the c-collar Buck tossed without looking. You quickly but gently put the collar on Willie.

“Hi, Willie. My name is Y/N, and I’m a paramedic. I’m gonna check you over for injuries.” You informed the teenager closely. You’d only just opened his eyes to flash a light on them, “Buck let Bobby know Willie’s pupils are reactive to light and the same size.”

“Got it!” Buck called out from the open medkit, “I’ll splint his leg.”

“W-what happened?” Willie wheezed sluggishly. His brown eyes were unfocused.

“You got hurt trying to jump off the cliff. You’re in good hands, Willie. I’m a paramedic with the Los Angeles Fire Department. This is my coworker Buck.”

“Kayla?”

“Perfectly safe, but you did give her a scare. Willie, can you feel this?” Buck questioned, gently touching his right foot. Buck and you both gave a sigh of relief as Willie confirmed he felt it.

 “Okay, we’re gonna roll you on to the backboard. On three: one, two, three.” You counted before rolling Willie on his side with Buck. Willie’s cry echoed around the surrounding as you settled him on the board.

“Need a ride?” Chimney asked as a very nice boat floated towards the three people on the rocks. Hen and Bobby helped load Willie onto the boat, “Mr. Covington agreed to let us use the boat if we don’t get blood on the seats.”

“Can you call my boyfriend?” Willie sluggishly asked when he was loaded into the ambulance on the cliff. Kayla sliding into the seat in the back of the ambulance with their items.

“Alex is meeting us at the hospital.” Kayla told her older brother, “You absolute idiot! You should have just let me jump!”

“And let you be in the back of the ambulance? Dad would kill me if I had let you do it.” Willie scoffed. Their conversation was silent as Chimney and Buck closed the back doors of the ambulance.

Bobby, Buck and you climbed into the fire truck to follow the ambulance to the closest hospital. Hen and Chimney rolled the gurney to the doors with Kayla hot on their heels. You’d just turned to head back to the truck when you saw three teens loitering near the entrance.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You grumbled, marching away from Bobby and Buck to the teen who was supposed to be in class.

Luke had been forced into private tutoring to catch up to his friends in his grades, meaning every afternoon. The watch on your wrist confirmed Luke was definitely supposed to be with his tutor at the community centre.

“Luke!” You shouted, stomping right up to the wide-eyed teen.

Luke’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as his older intimidating sister caught him like his hand was in the cookie jar. You didn’t give Reggie or Alex a second look while you gripped Luke’s ear to tug him away.

“Ow!” Luke whined from the angle you dragged him at.

“What the hell are you doing across the city? You’re supposed to be in your session that our parents are paying a great deal for.” You snapped, crossing your arms in your wet t-shirt.

“We need every chance we can to-”

“Make it big in the industry.” You parroted the past discussions on Luke’s dream as a band, “Do you remember how I got mom and dad off your back? An agreement that you finish high school on time. Not dropping out.”

“So many musicians have dropped out! Green Day’s frontman dropped out his senior year to focus on the band. Several others like Elton John and Kurt Cobain!” Luke enthused, gesturing with his hand to emphasize his words.

“Luke.” You warned, “It’s either catch by with a tutor with some time dedicated to your band, or it’s a military school.”

Luke’s hazel eyes minimally widened, “They would-”

Your stoic expression stayed the same as the energetic seventeen-year-old bounced in his spot across from you. 

“There’s only so much I can do before you lose everything. I know you feel anxious after what all happened, but music isn’t going anywhere.” You reached to squeeze Luke’s hand in yours, “So, I’ll clear it with my boss to have you ride the bus to the station. You’ll have your tutor sessions with my supervision, so I know you’re attending.”

“Y/N!” Bobby called from next to the firetruck, “We gotta go.”

“I’m guessing the Alex that Willie is dating your best friend?” You questioned with one raised eyebrow. Luke nodded in response, “Let mom know you had to be there for Alex. She’ll let skipping your session go this once.”

“Thanks!” Luke chimed, lunging to hug you. Your mouth barely opened before he was racing towards a jittery Alex and a grinning Reggie.

Reggie lifted his arm to wave with his flushed cheeks a darker red colour. You found Reggie’s crush on you to be absolutely adorable. He was a friendly kid.

“He looks good for a kid who was in a coma not long ago.” Hen breathed as the teenager entered the ER with his best friends beside him.

“Oh, he healed quickly. He was crushed after he fully recovered from his head injury.”

“That was your brother?” Buck inquired, and he was just as focused on your features as he had since he first met you. 

“Yeah! He was in a coma for ten months when he was sixteen. He’s spent the last two years catching on on school to graduate with his friends. Well hopefully. He’s dead set on dropping out.” You heavily sighed, leaning your temple on the glass window, “He was supposed to be at a tutoring session. I’ll be chaperoning to make sure he goes.”

“If you need to have them at the station, send me a schedule, and I’ll make it work. Luke’s just as much family as you are.”

The rest of the shift was smooth sailing as Buck followed you around with the sole purpose of getting to know you. The friendship came naturally to the two of you. He didn’t hold back with you like he did with others. Fridays off became hangouts that varied from just Buck and you to spend it with Eddie and Christopher.

Everyone could see Buck had developed feelings for you and vice versa. Unlike the man Buck used to be, he was cautious. He wanted to do this right. And Buck did. With the help of Christopher, he asked you out.

Months Later

Buck’s eyes fluttered open in the dim lighting of your new home’s bedroom he often found himself in. Before, you had alternated staying at his apartment or yours before a significant change happened. Luke moved in to finish his senior year with the help of your tutoring, as agreed with your parents. That led to you giving up your former home, the one that coincidentally Buck’s sister Maddie had rented from you.

“Luke! You better be awake!” Your voice came from the main floor of the home. Your voice alone seduced the firefight to leave the warm sheets.

His bare feet pattered down the hardwood floor stairs into the kitchen coated in all different kinds of breakfast food. Waffles to imported maple syrup to bacon spread across the counter.

“Morning,” Buck grumbled, stepping up behind you to tug you against his chest.

Unlike Buck’s softer footsteps, your little brother tore down the stairs like a stampede of elephants. Luke wore a vintage band shirt modified sleeveless; you’d be getting a voicemail about dress code violations. The chains hanging off his black jeans.

“You have to hurry, Lu. Buck and I can’t be late. He needs to get to his apart-”

“I don’t see why he doesn’t just move in. He’s here almost every night. He helps buy groceries.” Luke’s hazel eyes stared at the plate he towered food on.

Buck raised one eyebrow in response, “You just moved in. You should be settled before we make-”

“Dude. Your lease is up in like a month; just move in already. No feathers will be ruffled. Besides, the band’s taking off now that Nick got his dad Ryan to check our music out.” Luke sprouted with a beaming smile at the good news his new band received.

After Luke had recovered from that coma, he’d woken up in a world where Alex, Reggie and Bobby, no Trevor, now continued the band. Then when Alex and Reggie couldn’t go on, the rhythm guitarist betrayed Luke. He stole every song he could get his hands on and proved successful.

“Ryan Evans, right? His sister’s some bigshot on Broadway? Sharpay, right?” You questioned recalling in the early 2000s the success of Sharpay and Ryan in some kind of Disney films based on them.

“You’re about to be the sister and brother-in-law of a certified rockstar.” Luke’s attempt at smirking made him look like a chipmunk with full cheeks of food, “I don’t need a ride. Alex’s picking me up.”

“Straight to school, Luke. You’ve got two weeks left before you can leave that behind.” Buck pointed his coffee cup in the direction of the passionate musician. Luke returned a smile of acknowledgement.

The kitchen was quiet as Luke shoved as much food in his mouth in such little time while you watched. In a flash, he’d stuck his dishes in the dishwasher before sprinting out to the van beeping continuously.

“Think we can have you moved in by tomorrow? Your one-bedroom place will be a little cramped for five people.” You simply spoke as you rinsed your coffee cup out. You could hear the wheels in Buck’s brain turning as he thought.

“Five people?”

“Yeah. Luke, Albert, me, you and baby Buckley.”

The entire home went completely still as the announcement bled into the house you’d made a home. One hand resting against the smoothness of your belly. That hand covered by the calloused one of Buck’s. His blue eyes gleaming in utter adoration and excitement.

“Baby Buckley?” Buck marvelled, turning you to face him with tears running down your cheeks, “You’re pregnant?”

“I am. I guess we’re giving Maddie’s daughter a cousin.” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Now I’m obligated to see your parents regularly, and I still grimace at the first introduction.” Buck winced, recalling the foot in mouth syndrome he’d developed.

Buck had never been as nervous as in this moment. Not when he had to tell his parents the first time he got kicked out of college. Or when his teenage self sat beside one of his flings waiting for the results of a pregnancy test. Not even on his first date with Abby. 

“You’ll be fine.” You soothed the anxious man standing by your side on the doorstep of your childhood home. The door opened, revealing Luke standing with a grimace, “Oh Mom, made you wear that.”

Luke had been stuffed into one of the only long-sleeved shirts he owned by your mother. It was a magenta maroon hued corduroy shirt and set off his chocolate hair perfectly. Apparently, your mother hadn’t been able to get him into a pair of pants that weren’t skinny, black or ripped.

“We’re meeting your boyfriend, not the damn Pope-”

“You wouldn’t be wearing that if the Pope was involved.” You retorted, stepping to tug the younger Patterson into your arms. The only thing you adored about your little brother was he never denied a hug. Physical touch is his love language, so he never went through a phase.

“Lucas, don’t let them freeze on the front porch!” Emily shouted from within the Patterson home. Luke rolled his eyes at his mother’s request.

“Luke, this is my boyfriend, Evan Buckley. Buck, this is my not so little brother Luke.” You swiftly introduced the most important males in your life.

Luke and Buck got along better than any previous partner you’d brought home. He got along with your parents really well. Even when he slightly embarrassed himself as the time came to go home, whether it was his place or yours. He kissed your mother’s cheek and shook hands with your father.

“No offence, but thank you for having a heart attack and a coma. If you hadn’t, I’m sure I would have never met Y/N.”

Luke snickered at Buck’s odd choice of words, as did your parents. A part of Buck dreaded the next time he’d see your parents.

The gentle press of lips against your cheek pulled you from your thoughts of the first family dinner. Despite the issues between Luke and your parents, they were great people and parents; Buck had felt like he finally fit in. Even with that awkward thankful he gave your brother and dad, he was family the minute Mitch and Emily saw the mutual looks.

“How are we gonna do this?”

“Well, as the pregnant one, I’ll carry the little Bean until it’s time for them to enter the world. Then we’ll-”

“I get that but with our jobs?”

You felt guilty at the dread of not getting to do what you love, but you were excited, “I’ll keep working as a paramedic. I’ll stay away from fires, and then I’ll go on mat leave. We’ll make this work, Buck.” 

Buck leaned down to rest his forehead against yours with his eyes closed, envisioning how life was about to change. Buck adored children. He had loved Christopher from the moment he’d first met him. Buck himself was a kid at heart. 

“I didn’t think I could fall more in love, but you continue to surprise me each time,” Buck murmured with that gorgeous smile that utterly melted your heart from the first time you saw it. Back when you tried to deny any feelings beyond friendship.

“We’re so lucky to have you, Evan Buckley.” You breathed as you leaned up to kiss him with as much passion as you could. Although it was mostly clashing of teeth with the matching wide grins on your face.

“This little girl is gonna be a heartbreaker but no boyfriends or girlfriends until they’re thirty.” Buck declared, tugging you into his arms. His blue eyes twinkling in the natural lighting.

“It could be a boy.”

“Or maybe neither. Boy, girl or non-binary, I’ll love them just as much.” Buck spoke once more.

Gideon Buckley was born in the early morning to the pride of his parents and extended family. He was a healthy solid 8 pounds with sparse dark blonde hair and the trademark grey-blue newborn eyes. You everyone but Buck and your surprise Gideon wasn’t alone. Grace Buckley followed her older twin brother eight minutes later.

You rested against the propped up pillows spent from the exhausting hours of labour, but it was worth it. The two tiny babies snuggled beneath the swaddling blanket concealing your bare chest. Skin to skin contact was absolutely the best part of being a parent.

“Did you steal a baby?” Chim joked upon entering the hospital room with Maddie in tow. Right behind them were your parents and Luke.

“I’d like you to meet our twins Gideon and Grace Buckley. Surprise!” Buck quietly cheered in the nearly silent room. Buck’s curated newly parents playlist gently playing in the background.

Mitch and Emily came closer to look at the little loves they proudly got to claim as their first grandchildren. Emily’s heart melted upon hearing Gracie coo in her sleep. Grace and Gideon’s fist pressed against each other.

“Congratulations.” Maddie breathed, bending to catch a peek at the twins’ faces.

“Luke. Would you like to meet your goddaughter and godson?” You questioned the nervous musician. The nineteen-year-old tiptoed his way to the hospital bed.

“I’m both their godfather?” Luke choked as soon as Buck gently transferred Gideon onto his uncle’s chest. 

“There’s no one else in the world I’d choose to help guide them in the right direction. You always found your way back onto the right path. You’ll do the same for them.” Buck answered with Gracie nestled on his chest.

 Buck was the first to hold them followed by you and then their godfather Luke.

Gid and Gracie, although unseen, had been in Luke’s graduation pictures and watched as Julie and the Phantoms signed with a record label. Where Gid was, Luke wasn’t far beyond; the special bond melted everyone. Likewise with Gracie and Alex.

Gid overall was a happy baby compared to Grace. Loved visiting the firehouse. Loved the people working with their father and previously their mother. For the entire first year of Gideon and Grace’s life, you stayed at home with the utter support of Buck.

“First day back.” Hen spoke from beside you on the bench in the women’s change room. As a fellow mother, she’d been watching your behaviour.

“I miss them. I feel guilty that I abandoned them-”

“Okay, your feelings are valid, but you aren’t abandoning Gideon or Grace. You’re teaching them that you can be a great mom while also being a badass firefighter. I was the same when I went back to work after we got Denny.”

“Do you ever wish you could be a stay at home mom?”

“I love Denny with my entire heart, but I couldn’t do that. I was meant to be a paramedic firefighter as much as Denny’s mother. Besides, I can see Maddie pushing in the double stroller.”

Your head snapped to see your sister in law beaming with the double stroller carrying Gideon and Grace. Maddie’s daughter sitting on the seat made for a toddler. Maddie and Chimney had come to a decision for Maddie to work part-time.

Hen watched as you bounded out of the changeroom in uniform to scoop the twins into your arms. In a split second, Buck was down the stairs cooing at the absolute loves of his life. His partner and two children.

Buck would forever be grateful for finding his way to the 118, where he found his true family. A place of acceptance, love, trust and loyalty. Buck found his place in the world, and that was beside you.

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RUNNING TO YOU.

You turned down a dark hallway, your heels clicking against the granite floors. As you frantically looked around the venue, looking for the one person who made your world spin.

A dark hallway, after another you were met by emptiness…. you just longed to find him before it was too late.

You could hear his laughter echoing off the walls, frantically you ran faster before turning a corner running into him.

Your body hit his hard, knocking the breath right out of you.

Meeting his eyes, he smiled down at you… It was his wedding day, and all you could think is he was making such a mistake.

“Nick…” you barely whispered. His smile shining across his face, happiness overwhelming his features.

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Driving Home For Christmas

Word Count: 3.8K+

Author’s Note: we’re back bitches, and with new stories every day until the 25th!! and we had to start with our favourite star herself, julie molina, because of course! i loved writing this, we love brother alex, we love having last names for the fucking characters!!!

Pairings: julie x reader - brother!alex mercer x reader - willie x alex

Warnings: fluffiness!!

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The Mercer children hated spending their Christmas holidays in Aspen. In fact, there wasn’t anything the siblings hated more.

The luxurious ski resort cabin certainly had charms: the hot tub on the porch, the on demand hot chocolate, the fast passes to get on the slopes ahead of the general public, and that was all before you got to the world renowned chef, Portia, that was on-call twenty four hours of the day, seven days a week, able to make whatever their hearts desired. Anyone else might have thought the resort, covered in snow and holiday decorations, like a scene from one of those Hallmark Christmas movies that are always just on in December, was the perfect winter wonderland, and the sort of place anyone would die to spend the end of their year.

But Alex and Y/N Mercer didn’t hate Aspen; they hated their passively-homophobic parents and extended family that always showed up to ruin the festive cheer. Whether it was by berating the heir to the family fortune about his boyfriend back home in California; or their consistent pestering of Alex’s younger sister Y/N about when the girl would find herself a decent, upstanding boyfriend, like she hadn’t spent her entire childhood until the last year stuck in an array of all girls’ boarding schools across the great United States.

With the pros of the cabin weighed out by the con of their family, it came to be that on Christmas Eve the brother and sister sat amongst the slow-moving traffic on some interstate between the Colorado ski lodge and home, in sunny California, already ten hours into their drive.

“I still can’t believe… Dad is going to kill us, you know?” Alex said, swaying along to the song playing softly from the beaten up car’s stereo, his knees pulls up to his chest thanks to the bags that sat in the footwell. The car was overflowing, a mixture of luggage and gifts for those waiting on the other side of the sunshine state’s border.

Whatever snow adorned the old red car roof had been melted away the closer they got to the coast, the driver more and more grateful with every slow passing mile that she had saved up to buy her own mode of transportation. She hadn’t followed in her older brother’s footsteps of taking dad up on the offer of a car: the high-tech monstrosity Alex drove around Los Angeles was the sort of car that would be shut down remotely if stolen: Y/N’s car could barely get a radio signal.

“Dad will kill me; he needs you to complete some masterplan. Wanna theorise about what private institution he’ll send me to next?” Y/N asked with a smile to her older brother, the pair sharing a laugh in the glow of red brake lights.

Their relationship had always been easy: Alex was his little sister’s best friend, and he hers. Whether that was because money led to lonely children, or because they genuinely enjoyed each other’s company beyond their sibling obligations, the pair didn’t bother to find out. They were close, and that was what mattered to them.

“He’s running out of them now, you know. How many was it before you convinced him Los Felix was the answer to all your problems?” Alex asked with a raised eyebrow and smirk, leaning an elbow on the central divider of the tiny car, avoiding the sharp edge of a ski blade to tease his sister with a knowing look. “Was it seventeen or-”

“Twenty-four… I made a point to average it out to one every four months or so. Keeps mom and dad on their toes, makes the disappointment even more apparent when I show up on the doorstep again.” Y/N cut in, correcting her brother, the blonde boy taking her free hand and squeezing it.

“At least we keep disappointing them together…” He offered as words of solace, their hands breaking apart upon the movement of traffic, red lights dimming as the cars began rolling forward at a steady pace. “Thank you, Smalls… For this whole thing.” The nickname he used so often rang in Y/N’s ears and made her smile.

Her brother meant the words, she knew it: he had pleaded with their parents before they left to stay in California, with Reggie or Julie or Luke, but the mention of his bandmates had ended the conversation and turned it into their dad reprimanding Alex for his ‘fanciful’ mindset. The drummer never stood a chance against the united front that was their parents: they knew he wanted to stay for Willie, of course he did: the two had been planning their Christmas vacation together since Halloween, dates to the ice rink at Santa Monica Mall, to the university for lectures, to the movies to catch old Christmas movies on the silver screen. Half the reason their parents had forced Aspen onto the kids once again was because Alex had found his person, and Willie found Alex, and Mr and Mrs Mercer would do a fair amount to convince the general public, themselves, and Alex that he wasn’t gay.

The other half was because Y/N was pretty sure she had found her person too.

“Don’t sweat it, Alex.” She shrugged, moving up a gear as the traffic finally began to move towards an expected speed for the freeway. “Hearing mom and dad shout at us once they sober up enough to realise we’re gone? Priceless.” She let a regular smirk rest on her lips, indicating to take the upcoming turnoff, hopeful she might hit easy driving instead of the stop and start. The sun was setting before them, the sky painted shades of yellow and orange and pink and purple into the deep blue of the encroaching night, despite the time on her car dashboard only reading 16:42. It would be gone within the next few minutes, and the driver switched on her headlights in response.

“Alexander Washington Mercer! How dare you defy me in such a way: you know better than to follow your little sister so blindly!” Alex yelled into the cramped space, impersonating their father with the gruff voice the man in question used, like he constantly had a cough in his throat he couldn’t dislodge.

“Y/N Y/M/N Mercer! I expected better from a young lady of your fine standing! How are we meant to find you a good husband if you run off with your brother like you haven’t a care in the world?” IT was Y/N’s turn to impersonate a parent: the shrill shriek of their mother, Y/N raising a hand a messing with the locket around her neck the same way their mother fiddled with her pearls when she was distressed. The two shared a look through their chuckles.

“It’s just a phase!” They said in chorus, the line their parents most often used in arguments against either of the pair. The laughter died away with the words, both letting out a soft, melancholic sighs, and falling into a comfortable silence. They were just skirting the outside of Las Vegas, Nevada, with at least another six hours of driving left by the state of the road, Y/N joining the back of another queue of cars all headed somewhere.

“Driving home for Christmas. Oh, I can't wait to see those faces, I'm driving home for Christmas, yea. Well I'm moving down that line. And it's been so long, but I will be there. I sing this song to pass the time away. Driving in my car, driving home for Christmas…” Alex turned the volume dial, letting the song play out, beginning to sway along to the radio once again, humming a harmony line over Chris Rea’s raspy lyrics.

Y/N always like that: that her big brother was so musical. She had spent so long away form him, at every other boarding school in the country, she forgot how talented Alex was sometimes. IT was only getting to see him and his band perform the year before that she really clicked to her brother’s undeniable star power, and that ability was shared amongst his friends. But it wasn’t just his talent that made Y/N happy, but that fact that she never saw her brother happier than when he was performing with his ‘other’ family.

In truth, they were hers too… One of them was why she was racing home so eagerly, why she had masterminded the entire escape for her and Alex. Neither of them would have been able to survive another minute with the monsters they unfortunately call relatives.

By the time they had passed Las Vegas and were closing in on the California border, the dashboard read 19.53. The countless games of ‘eye-spy’ and ‘would you rather’ grew old quickly, replaced for an hour by Alex reading out the pages of the closest book they could scavenge amongst the piles of presents and luggage, one of Y/N’s art textbooks. That then turned onto Alex recovering his drumsticks, tapping and singing along with the radio as Christmas song after Christmas song played.

“Smalls, what if we don’t make it?” Alex posed the question for the first time that night, and Y/N was honestly shocked it took her big brother so long to reach his usual state of worry. “What if we drove all this way and we don’t make it in time?”

“Relax, Alex, honestly… Look, we’ll get there when we get there. No-one even knows we’re coming, it’ll be fun, a surprise!” Y/N suggested, stopping herself for continuing to press down on her car horn, honking in anger at the dude who just cut in front of them. “Fucking asshole.” She muttered, looking back to her brother to be met with a face of surprise.

“How is it that I am always labelled the emotional one?” The question made Y/N smile, reaching over and patting on the blonde locks atop her brother’s head.

“Because rage isn’t emotion, it’s power.” Y/N quoted their dad again, putting on the gruff voice Alex had portrayed hours before, letting her neck roll and crack out air pockets once the words hung in the air. “With your little bandmates, it may not be true, but in this car? It most certainly is.” She reminded turning her eyes back to the road and putting the car back in gear to drive, following the car in front as the traffic began to move again.

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“You know, I never thought church would be that fun! Is it always like that, or do they just ram up the wow factor for the holidays?” Reggie asked as he followed close on the footsteps of the Molina family, Luke to his right as he received glances from those surrounding him. “What?! I’m not exactly the person you’d expect to head on over to midnight mass every year, dude.” Reggie defended, Ray unlocking the front door of the house before turning around and placing a hand on the bassist’s shoulder.

“Well, we were glad to have you along with us, Reggie. Glad to have you for the holiday too, both of you, in fact.” Ray opened the statement to Luke, whose eyes darted up and were followed by a bright grin.

“Glad to be here, Mr Molina.” The guitarist responded with a dashing smile before rushing inside, his destination quite certainly the fridge, where Carlos was already searching for snacks before bed.

The Molina family had kept the tradition of midnight mass ever since Julie was little, a chance for some spiritual connection to the holiday season as well as familial. That year, with the Peters and Pattersons off on a Bahama cruise, Ray had welcomed Julie’s best friends and bandmates with open arms. The only thing that would have made it better was the Mercer kids.

It seemed to be why, while the boys all gravitated to chocolate chip cookies and warm milk before bed, Julie had idled over to the window, her eyes drifting out into the front yard, searching for someone who wasn’t going to show up.

“Mija…” Ray said softly, watching his daughter from across the room, a soft smile tracing his lips as she let out a yawn. “Mija, you should be going to sleep. Papá Noel won’t deliver his gifts if you stay awake all night staring out a window.”

“But dad…”

“I know it sucks, honey, but we’ll see them at New Years, right? And tomorrow we’ll have Flynn’s family and tía and Willie all over for food.” Ray reminded, and Julie let out a sigh, finally diverting her eyes from the window and up to her dad, his hand outstretched for her to take. She took it, and Ray lifted his daughter to her feet and into a hug. “I love you sweetie, now go get ready for bed. I have to round up your friends before they eat all the food in the house.”

With that, Julie gave up on the sliver of hop she had held for that night, shuffling up the stairs somewhat defeated. She knew it wouldn’t happen, in the back of her head she knew it wouldn’t happen, but she had really hoped Alex and Y/N would just show up, out of the blue, and surprise them all by spending Christmas back home, with them, with her. Of course, Mr and Mrs Mercer were far from nice people, far from unwealthy people: the idea of their kids spending Christmas at the Molinas was probably something they flat out refused to even think about.

It didn’t take long for Julie to get into her Christmas-themed pyjamas and brush her teeth, tying her hair into braids and tidying them back with a cap for the night: her night time routine was one she knew well, and was efficient in doing. Her makeup washed its way down the bathroom sink, her glasses perched themselves onto the slight dents the pads had carved into the sides of her nose, her blue monster slippers kept her feet warm as she shuffled back to her room and into her bed. She tried to focus on the better parts of the day: of making gingerbread houses and rehearsing Christmas songs with the guys, of putting up the final decorations on the tree in the living room while trying to avoid her father’s cries of anguish over another badly wrapped present from the other room.

But she couldn’t help but think about how much better it would have been had Alex been banging on his drumkit, how much happier he would have felt spending Christmas Eve with Y/N by her side…

The thought had Julie grabbing at her nearest pillow, squeezing it under crossed arms as she scrunched her eyes shut and willed sleep to come. At least if she slept, she wouldn’t be thinking about Alex and Y/N being trapped with their not-so-nice family in some snowed in cabin in some mid-west mountains, not consciously anyway.

tap.

A noise, one Julie excused as a creak of the house floorboards or a falling branch from the tree outside, seemed to echo in her near silent room, save the girl’s breathing.

tap.

This time, Julie’s eyes darted open, though she refused to move. Two was a coincidence, there were plenty of explanations for two almost identical sounding taps spaced apart almost perfectly.

“JULIE!” A loud whisper sounded from outside the girl’s window.

Now, that wasn’t coincidence.

The girl jumped out of bed, rushing over to her window in a blur of sequined candy cane pyjamas, muddling with the latch on her window before opening it up wide to the chill of LA winter air, her eyes darting across the grounds below to find the source of the noise. A part of her wondered if she might be dreaming, if it might have all been the saddest and happy dreams because she’d wake up any moment and the sight would be gone.

But there they stood, Alex and Y/N, in her driveway, the latter’s car parked behind them and looking like it most certainly drove for nineteen hours straight.

“Dad!” Julie called back into the house, the smile on her face brighter than any of the Christmas lights Y/N had seen on their drive through the residential district. “Dad, we have some extra guests.” She finished, her calls waking Carlos, Luke and Reggie in the process of alerting Ray, the windows of the house suddenly lighting up and the household woke for good news.

With a final grin out the window, Julie disappeared from Y/N’s sight, to no doubt meet her and Alex by the front door, and the pit in her stomach Y/N had tried to ignore for the entire car journey from Colorado seemed to only get bigger, louder, more persistent, now they had finally arrived back in California, in LA, at the Molinas. She had initially pinned the feeling to adrenaline from disoberying her parents, from packing up her car and driving almost a full day to arrive three states west of her original destination.

Looking at the house’s front porch, a muddle of Christmas gifts in both her and her brother’s hands, Y/N came to the conclusion that the pit wasn’t because of leaving Aspen: it was because of arriving in LA.

“I’m not going to ask how you made it or why you are here, but we are happy to see you all the same.” Ray’s kindly tone and words brought Y/N from her thoughts, blinking away the haze to find the door now open, Alex, Reggie and Luke in a tight embrace with presents scattered over the driveway, and Ray standing in front of her with Carlos by his side. “I would suggest one of you text your parents’ that you are safe though.” He added with a chuckle, opening his arms for Y/N to rush into, the pair embracing in a tight hug.

“Nice to be home, Mr Molina.” She replied with a smile as the pair broke apart, only for Alex to take the next slot of hugging Julie’s literal, and the four other teens’ figurative, dad.

“I made up the spare room just in case, you know. Julie’s request.” Ray added, gesturing with a thumb back to the front door, forcing Y/N’s eyes to follow.

She was so beautiful, every time Y/N saw Julie Molina her breath escaped her body, her limbs became heavy, her mind fogged: her heart began beating at a pace too fast for her body and her lips lost any real words.

“I thought you’d be in Aspen until the day after Boxing Day.” Julie said with a shy smile, the five guys in the front yard glancing amongst themselves before Carlos cleared his throat.

“I think we should put the presents under the tree!” The ten year old declared, scooping up some of Alex’s dropped gifts and marching inside, prompting Ray and Luke to do the same. Alex rans back to the car, retrieving the last straggler gifts from the car’s back seat while Reggie relieved Y/N of the stacks of presents in her own hands, save one. The two teens shared a smile, Reggie going the extra mile to pass on a wink of good luck to the younger Mercer before the bassist and drummer both disappeared into the house, leaving Julie and Y/N alone.

“I uh, I made a decision… A decision to kidnap my brother and drive a day across country.” Y/N managed to get the words out without too much difficulty, trying to get over the cotton mouth she was experiencing. “Because I didn’t want to spend the holidays without the people I love most.” She added, finally reconnecting her leg movements to her brain and walking across the driveway to meet Julie at the foot of the porch steps.

“Without the people you love most?” Julie questioned, taking a step closer, the girls standing toe to toe, Julie looking up at Y/N with doe eyes that could melt diamonds.

“Without the girl I love most.” Y/N corrected herself, tucking the small gift box she held into her back pocket. The words were seemingly sufficient enough in hello, as Julie launched herself onto her girlfriend, their lips crashing together in sweet harmony for the first time in weeks, thanks to the Mercer parents.

Y/N’s hands cupped Julie’s face as they shared in the sweet, intimate moment, Julie’s hands pulling Y/N closer by her t-shirt. Their lips colliding was the action required to dissipate that pit in Y/N’s stomach completely, her senses in overdrive finally being close to her girlfriend again. The smell of Julie’s perfume, the minty taste of toothpaste still on her lips, her glasses brushing against Y/N’s cheek. For Julie, it was much the same experience: the kiss made her head spin, overcome by the smell of Y/N’s car air freshener and the taste of red vines on her lips.

The pair broke apart after a few moments, their foreheads pressing together as peaceful silence washed over them, the cool breeze counteracted by the red heat that had risen to both girls’ cheeks.

“I wouldn’t want to spend Christmas with anyone else.” Y/N breathed out softly, one hand taking Julie’s in hers, the other retrieving the gift from her back pocket. “Mostly because I missed you like crazy, partly because I wanted to give you this.” She explained, the girl before her grinning and taking the gift box offered with bubbling excitement.

“Can I open it now?” Julie asked, and Y/N glanced at the watch on her wrist.

“I mean, it’s technically Christmas so…” Y/N giggled when Julie let out a shout of joy, pulling off the ribbon holding the box shut and shimmy-ing the lid off, to reveal a small potion-looking bottle amongst tissue paper. Julie lifted it out of the box, a small key glinting in the porch light within the bottled, caught in mid-air by invisible strings withing the decorative gift.

“It’s so beautiful… What is it?” Julie asked, pure curiosity in her words as she looked at the bottle in wonder. In response, Y/N pulled her locket out from beneath her shirt, gesturing to a small keyhole on the front Julie had never noticed adorning one of the girl’s most essential items before.

“That, Miss Molina.” Y/N started, grinning from ear to ear, exuding a shaky confidence that seemed like it might falter at any second. “That is the key to my heart.”

“Y/N…”

“I love you Julie.” They had never said it so directly before, ever. They always skirted round the actual words, always knew what the other meant without need for clarification. But under the porch light of the Molina residence, unaware of Alex, the guys, Ray and Carlos watching from the living room window, after having driven through so much traffic just to try and get to her on time for Christmas, and with Julie standing there in her festive pyjamas and blue fuzzy slippers and looking at her like that, Y/N had never felt more sure of something in her life.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Julie promised, pulling her girlfriend close again, the kiss shared this time chaste, though no less sweet.

“Merry Christmas, Molina.”

“Merry Christmas, Mercer.”

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Twelve Days Of Christmas: 2/12 will be released in 24 hours! Who will our story focus on? Can you guess? I’ll give you a hint: we’ll be going back to 1990s...

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fake boyfriend (ricky bowen x reader)

summary: in which (y/n) asks ricky to pretend to be her boyfriend and that makes hidden feelings slip out. 

prompt: “can you pretend to be my boyfriend? it’ll be fifteen minutes tops.”

extra pairing: luke patterson x platonic!reader

warnings: underage drinking, kissing(?)

gif’s not mine.

This is what I get for lying, (Y/N) thought to herself as she scrambled around the party desperately looking for her best friend.

She walked past a couple making out in the corner of the living room, nose scrunching up in disgust as she got a glimpse of the sloppy kiss. It was loud, music blasting at full volume and voices that could barely be heard over the thumping of the base (she wondered if the neighbors would complain about that). A cheer erupted from the kitchen and she turned her head around to see two girls celebrating they’d gotten the little white ball inside the red cup, they were close to winning the round of cup pong. (Y/N) bumped past dancing teenagers, apologizing halfheartedly. She held a red cup in her hand, carefully raising it over her head as she moved past people, trying her best not to spill the content. She wished she could just sit back and enjoy her drink, instead she found herself avoiding Bobby Wilson.

At the distance she saw Luke Patterson, her childhood best friend, talking to Julie Molina.

She smirked as she watched them interact. They were unbelievably adorable. (Y/N) knew Luke had the biggest crush on Julie, even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself. She knew Luke like the back of her hand and his adoration for the younger girl was evident in the way he spoke about her and how absolutely smitten he looked at the moment.

Feeling eyes on him Luke turned around to meet her eyes. She glared at him, half playful, half serious. All it took was a single look of her face to notice the slight annoyance and Luke immediately knew the reason behind it. The idiot had the audacity of chuckling.

This was all his fault and he was laughing.

Such an ass, honestly.

She rolled her eyes and cursed him in her mind, flipping him off as she did. He responded with a smirk. She wasn’t truly mad, over the years she’d come to learn and accept that she could never be truly upset at Luke, and he was well aware of that.

Luke didn’t feel particularly guilty. When he’d suggested introducing (Y/N) to his band mates he’d done it without ulterior motives (she would counter that he’d known about Bobby’s crush on her and was therefore responsible for her current situation, he would shot back that she’d been the one to lie).

Truth to be told (Y/N) had been pretty excited when Luke had suggested that she meet his friends. She’d known Patterson since they’d both been in diapers, they’d grown up together and there wasn’t a moment of her life that she couldn’t remember him being around, but attending different schools meant that they had different groups of friends. Now, that was cool and all (after all, Luke was like that annoying little brother that you just can’t shake off and she was certain that if they’d had the same friends they both would’ve exploded) but lately he’d been talking a lot about his new band, Sunset Curve, and she’d been dying to meet them. She wondered if they would have embarrassing stories about Luke which she could use to tease him.

They were all incredible people. Alex was incredibly sweet and sassy, Reggie was incredibly funny and Bobby had an incredibly evident crush on her. It was so obvious it was almost painfully uncomfortable. Luke would later let her know that Bobby had been asking about her ever since he’d seen the picture of them together at (Y/N)’s mom’s wedding.

Now, (Y/N) liked Bobby just fine— he was a nice guy, much like Alex and Reggie —but she wasn’t interested in him in a romantic way. She had told him that, trying to let him down as gently as possible, but he seemed fixed on the idea that he could make her change her mind.

Being absolutely done with his shameless flirting she had resorted to her last option: lying. And not only did she lie but she did it like a pro, slowly introducing the idea that she was seeing someone before, weeks later, announcing that she now officially had a boyfriend.

Luke had snorted, she had elbowed him hard in the gut and Bobby had finally backed off.

She never expected to be forced to introduce her invisible and completely nonexistent boyfriend to Luke’s friend. But EJ’s parents were out of town and he’d asked Alex if Sunset Curve could play for his birthday and when people from both East High and Los Feliz had heard the band was playing a massive party had been formed. Bobby had jumped at the opportunity of meeting her boyfriend in this gigantic get together, she had given him a tight lipped smile and a nod and Luke had smirked at her discomfort.

She hadn’t panicked much at first, at the end of the day she could just tell him that her ‘boyfriend’ was sick and wouldn’t be able to make it. Well, that possibility had gone out of the window the moment Luke decided to open his big mouth.

“Oh, he’ll be here,” Luke had informed Bobby as they got ready to go onstage, ignoring the glare (Y/N) sent his way and (somehow) managing to not flinch when she pinched him in the arm in an attempt to make him shut up. “He texted me, said he wouldn’t miss it.”

It was payback. She’d eaten his favorite cookies two days prior (even when he’d called dibs on them and tried to hide them at the back of the cupboard) and now she was paying for it.

In the midst of panicking an idea had popped into her head; she just needed someone to be her fake boyfriend for the night. 

Brilliant plan, if she said so herself. 

So now here she was after Sunset Curve’s performance, looking for the only person in the world that could pull off the ‘fake boyfriend’ role; Ricky Bowen.

(Y/N) had met Ricky while skateboarding. He’d stepped on her way as she was performing a trick, causing her to fall down and scrape her knees and hands in the process. She’d risen from the floor, eyes filled with rage, ready to exchange some words with the guy, but the apologetic look in his face had made the annoyance leave her body immediately. He’d offered to patch her up and later bought her an ice cream and they’d found themselves talking until the sun came down and she received a call from her mom urging her to come home. They’d been close friends ever since. She’d been through ups and downs with him; from Nini’s breakup and his whole attempt to get her back (which had ultimately failed as they both realized they were much better as friends than as a couple) to his parent’s divorce. Ricky trusted (Y/N) more than he trusted anyone else, even Big Red, and he knew her inside out; he knew she liked to cuddle while watching movies and that she hated mixing sweet and sour, he knew she danced around in her room whenever she was feeling sad and that she was actually much more sensible that she let on. It was only natural that (Y/N)’s mind immediately drifted to Ricky Bowen (as it always did), there was no one who would be able to pull off the fake boyfriend role other than him. 

She finally spotted him at the distance and she felt her shoulder relax. Then, from her sideways vision she saw Bobby Wilson making his way around the room, eyes darting around as if looking for someone. (Y/N) ducked her head and quickly made her way towards her friend. 

“Hi, Gina,” (Y/N) greeted the younger girl who was making small conversation with Ricky. The girl nodded her head and sent a smile her way as a response, opening her mouth to ask (Y/N) why she looked so out of breath before being interrupted. “I’m taking him with me for a while, hope you don’t mind.” (Y/N) grabbed Ricky by the elbow and started walking away. The older boy looked confused, eyebrows furring but he allowed his friend to pull him away. 

“Bye, Gina!” she sent over her shoulder, words barely hearable over the loud music. 

Gina only chuckled and sent a wave their way, always amused by (Y/N)’s vibrant personality. 

(Y/N) kept on walking until she found a spot far away from the music and the people. She turned around and gave Ricky a smile, the same one she always gave him when she needed something from him. 

“What do you want?” he asked as he looked down at her, voice teasing.

He knew her too well. 

“Can you pretend to be my boyfriend? It’ll be fifteen minutes tops.”

It was quite obvious that the brown haired guy wasn’t expecting those words to fall from her mouth because his eyes became wide and he coughed out the drink on his mouth. 

“Are you drunk?” 

“Not even slightly tipsy.” 

(Although she kind of wished she was.)

“Oh, you’re serious,” Ricky realized as he examined her face to look for any sort of indication that she was joking but she simply started expectantly back at him.

“Deadly,” she replied, stepping forward and grabbing him by the shoulders. “My life depends on this.”

He rolled his eyes, failing to hide the slight upward twitch of his lips at her dramatics. 

“Why would you—” But he was interrupted when (Y/N), who was looking behind his shoulder, exclaimed “He’s coming!”

She looked up at him, slight amusement in her eyes. “You’re an actor, Bowen. I expect nothing but the best performance.”

Maybe he should’ve said no. He had a hard time keeping his feelings in check whenever she was around and now she was asking him to act upon them. But he could never deny her anything and so, even when he was perplexed and truly did not understood the situation, Ricky allowed himself to go along with (Y/N)’s plan. 

He turned around when he heard someone call out, “(Y/N)! There you are! I’ve been looking around for you.”

Ricky wasn’t able to ignore the giddy feeling in his chest when her hand linked with his and she leaned into his side. He wasn’t able to ignore how he felt his heart flutter, either. It was truly appalling, really, that (Y/N) hadn’t realized yet just how much he cared for her. He thought he was fairly obvious. 

“Hey, Bobby,” she replied with enthusiasm but Ricky could hear beyond the superficial tone. Whoever this dude was, (Y/N) was truly exasperated with him. 

“You must be the boyfriend,” Bobby said as he finally turned to acknowledge Ricky.

Ricky didn’t miss the way he sneered a little when he pronounced the last word. It vexed him in a way it probably shouldn’t have.  

“I am,” he replied, offering a forced smile. 

Sensing the tense environment (Y/N) spoke up once more. 

“Bobby, this is Ricky Bowen, my boyfriend as you already know,” and there was no ounce of hesitation in the way she introduced him. He couldn’t help but smile, even if it wasn’t real. She turned towards him. “Ricky, this is Bobby Wilson, he’s one of Luke’s bandmates.”

Ricky watched the way this guy looked her up and down quickly before finally turning to look at him.

“Nice to meet you, man.”

He pressed his lips together, ignoring the way he felt his chest tightened by the way Bobby looked at his girl.  

Ricky let go of (Y/N)’s hand and hugged her around her shoulder, pressing her close to her side. She hid her confusion and immediately wrapped her arm around his waist, comfortably leaning her head in his chest. (Y/N) wondered if he had always felt this warm, if his touch had always been this calming. Maybe she’d never realized it before because she’d always maintained a certain distance from Ricky, strictly friends and just that. This act was making things crumble down slowly. She ignored the way her heart raced when he started rubbing his hand up and down his shoulder. Maybe she should’ve asked EJ to pretend to be her boyfriend, at least then she wouldn’t have been toying around with her own feelings. 

“Yeah, you too,” Ricky finally responded. 

(Y/N) reckoned they couldn’t have sounded less sincere even if they tried. 

She looked up at him, trying to see if she could catch a glimpse of what he was feeling in his eyes and Ricky’s face immediately softened. 

Bobby watched the interchange with confusion. He had been certain that (Y/N)’s boyfriend wasn’t real, that he was something she had created to make him back off. And he planned on backing off completely, but not before getting her to admit that she did not actually have a boyfriend. But now, watching the ease in which the couple acted with one another, catching the glimpse of protectiveness in her boyfriend’s eyes and how she seemed to soften with his touch, he wondered if perhaps the relationship was true and he’d been wrong. 

The Sunset Curve boy decided to test it out. 

“So, how long have you guys been dating?” he asked, trying to play it out as if he was just curious and not trying to catch them in a lie. 

“A month,” they replied simultaneously, finally looking away from each other. They were so in sync with their reply that it would’ve been impossible to know that they’d just been lucky they’d said the exact same thing. Maybe it’d been just that, luck, or perhaps they were so in tune with each other that they’d managed to catch a sense of the other’s thoughts. 

“And how did you meet?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, catching on what he was trying to do.

“I told you, Bobby. We met while skateboarding,” she responded, fingers absentmindedly playing with the lower part of Ricky’s sweater. 

“Oh, yeah. That’s true. He made you fall right?” The condescending tone he used made Ricky’s blood boil and it was almost as if (Y/N) could sense him losing his temper because she moved in front of him, resting her back against his chest and wrapping his arms around her waist. It was a way to calm him down but also a strategical move to place herself between the both of them to prevent anyone from throwing punches. He took a deep breath and took a reign on his emotions. Ricky wasn’t quite sure why he was so utterly and completely enraged by this dude’s presence. Perhaps it had something to do with the way Bobby looked at (Y/N) or the tone he used. Either way it irked him beyond belief.

“I did,” he responded smoothly, eyes never leaving Bobby’s as his hand went up to tuck a piece of (Y/N)’s hair behind her ear. “But I bought her ice cream after that.”

(Y/N) turned her head to look up at him and she offered him a kind smile, the ones that always made Ricky’s heart speed up. “That you did, and all was forgiven.” And it wasn’t until that moment, as she looked into his brown eyes that she realized something. Every time she’d spoken about this nonexistent, very false boyfriend to the Sunset Curve boys she’d unconsciously used her memories with Ricky. She didn’t have time to even wonder what that meant because soon enough Bobby was asking yet another question. 

It was obvious that Ricky was getting annoyed by how Bobby seemed to be questioning their relationship, which of course was fake but still. It irritated him that this guy wouldn’t let (Y/N) and him alone.

His grip of (Y/N)’s waist tightened just enough for her to know that he was getting winded up and she was about to cut Bobby off when Luke appeared from behind the boy, patting him in the back. 

“Hey, Bobby! I see you met the boyfriend.” He had a look of delight in his eyes, as if watching his childhood best friend in this situation amused him. She sent him a discreet evil glare and he just winked back.  

Luke nodded at Ricky, “Bowen.”

“Patterson,” he replied before fistbumping him. 

Bobby’s face fell as the confirmation of the veracity of their relationship appeared in the form of the lead singer of his band.

“You better be treating her right,” Luke told Ricky. With the tone he used it might’ve sounded as if he was joking, but (Y/N) caught the glint of protectiveness in his eyes. He did know they were only pretending to be dating, right?

(Perhaps, Luke saw more to the relationship than either of them did.)

“Always,” was Ricky’s reply as he squeezed her hand softly.   

She tried to pretend she didn’t blush when she heard those words. She’d told him to deliver a great performance and that was exactly what he was doing, nothing more than that. 

Content with the response, Luke turned his attention to his friend, “Let’s leave these lovebirds alone, shall we?” And with that he steered Bobby away from the couple. 

As soon as they were left alone both of them relaxed immediately, shoulders dropping. 

(Y/N) turned around in his arms. They were close, close enough that if she were to stand on her tippy toes and raise her chin their lips would’ve touched. She should’ve felt somewhat awkward, she had never been this close to him before and her heart felt like it was ready to burst out of her chest, but there was nothing but serenity. Even his hands around her waist felt right. 

“Thank you,” she whispered to him, smiling softly. “I owe you.”

He shook his head, softly replying, “You don’t owe me anything, bubs. I know you’d do the same for me.”

She would have. She would’ve done anything for him, really. 

“Wanna go outside?” she asked him, eyes never once leaving his. 

He nodded, dropping his hold on her waist and offering his hand. She’d never held hand with him before, she realized as she intertwined their fingers together.  Their hands fitted perfectly against each other, it felt as if they were just meant to be together. 

They stepped outside into the cold night, sneaking out of the kitchen, dodging people and laughing at Carlos who was giving his audience a proper show as he danced on the dining table. She shivered and he took of his coat, placing it around her shoulders. She’d gently pushed him with her shoulder as a thank you, sitting down at his side on the stairs by the end of the porch. 

“Are you going to explain or...?” Ricky asked, breaking the silence of the night. From where they sat the music could still be heard, but it was nothing more than background noise to them. They were in their own little bubble, separated from everything that surrounded them. 

(Y/N) sighed, rolling her eyes. 

“He’s been trying to get me to go out on a date with him for the longest time,” she said, rubbing her hands together to create some heat. “I told him I wasn’t interested but he wouldn’t listen so I just created this boyfriend to make him back off.”

“Of course you did,” Ricky replied with a laugh. 

(Y/N) turned around to look at him, eyebrows raising in amusement, “Well it worked!”

He shook his head, chuckling, “No, it didn’t. If Patterson hadn’t arrived we would still be in there being grilled about our relationship.”

Our relationship. 

“Fair point.”

They fell into silence again. She kept on rubbing her hands together and so he took them into his hands, warming them up. He’d done that before but for some reason it felt different this time. Maybe it had something to do with the tension that laid in the air between them, maybe today she wasn’t as good at pretending her heart beat only for him. 

“Why didn’t you go out with him?” he asked, looking up from her hands to look at her eyes. 

In that moment (Y/N) wondered if he knew. Perhaps he knew that the reason she’d spent months turning Bobby Wilson down had something to do with the way her heart raced whenever he was around and the way she sometimes dreamed of kissing his lips. She wondered if he knew that she’d tried to keep their relationship as nothing more than a friendship— even when it hurt to see him pining after Nini or kissing someone else’s lips —because she was too scared of losing him, frightened that he wouldn’t reciprocate the feelings.

She opened her mouth but he beat her to it. 

“You like someone else.”

It wasn’t posed as a question but rather a statement. He truly did know her better than anyone else, perhaps even better than Luke did. 

(Y/N) had never lied to Ricky and she didn’t intend on starting now, so she replied with a simple, “Yep.” Then, she took a sip of her red cup and looked away, not offering any sort of extra explanation. 

Ricky tugged her by the elbow, trying to regain her attention as he tried to brush aside the small pain in his chest. 

“Well, that’s— uh— that’s great,” he offered and she only huffed in response. 

“I wouldn’t put it that way.”

He frowned, watching as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

Not being able to deal with the curiosity, he found himself voicing his thoughts, “Why not?” 

She made a sound with her tongue, debating just how much she should tell him. If she had been sober she probably wouldn’t have said one more word, but there was alcohol running through her veins and that tended to make her speak more than she should. 

“It would ruin our friendship,” she replied after a hot minute, not turning around to look at him. 

“You like Luke?!”

She choked on her drink, bursting out laughing. 

“What? No! Gross!” 

She faced him and the serious look on his face only made her laugh more. 

Luke?

God, no. He was like a brother. She’d bathed with him when they were toddlers, watched him eat boogers and chase around insects. She loved him with all her heart but it was purely platonic. 

Once the laughter died down, she turned around to face him once more. Ricky looked like a lost puppy, eyebrows furred and nose scrunched up. It was adorable and she couldn’t help but letting out a mumble, 

“Oh my God, you truly are an idiot.” 

He looked like he was about to protest but she beat him to it this time. She’d been keeping this to herself for a long time and the fear of rejection seemed to evaporate with the alcohol. Many things could go wrong, she could potentially lose his friendship, but she wasn’t an overthinker when tipsy. 

“I like you, dumbass.”

Ricky froze, as if he had expected everything but that. 

He stayed quiet, processing what he had just heard. 

The anxiety started to rise when a minute went by and he still hadn’t said a word. 

“Ricky?” she asked, a tiny bit of fear laced in her voice. 

It seemed as if her words snapped him out of whichever daze he was in. With a stunned look on his face, he managed to speak up, “You do?” He sounded as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing.

“Yeah,” she responded in a soft manner. When he didn’t offer any other words and his eyebrows furrowed again she started to ramble, “Look, before you go on and tell me that you don’t like me and we should just stay friends I would like to say that— ”

His lips interrupted her midsentence. 

The action took her by surprise but she kissed back without a thought. His hand went to cup her face, thumbs caressing her cheeks and she grabbed his biceps, trying to anchor herself to something, to him. She couldn’t quite believe this was happening. He was kissing her, she was kissing him. It felt as if time stopped for a moment and all that her mind could concentrate on was Ricky and only him. 

Maybe, if he had thought about the possibility of this kiss ruining their friendship, he would’ve dropped his hand from her skin, he wouldn’t have pressed her closer to him. But he was slightly tipsy as well and he was optimistic by nature. He wanted this, he wanted her, with everything in his being. 

Eventually they pulled away for air, foreheads resting against each other. She moved back first, searching his eyes and only finding bliss and adoration. 

“So you like me too, huh?” she said, in an uncharacteristic shy and dazed way. 

He couldn’t help but chuckle, his hands were still on her face and so he pulled her in for a forehead kiss. “I kiss you like that and you still ask me if I like you?”

She smiled, the kind of smile that brought him down to his knees, the one she always gave him when she wanted something from him. 

“What do you want now?” he asked, amusement dancing around in his eyes. 

“Wanna be my boyfriend? It’ll be for the rest of your life tops.”

Such a cheeky little thing she was. 

He smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. 

“I would love to.”

[issaxcharlie]

You are mine

Pairing: Alive! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Luke and Y/N have many problems and commitments in their lives and instead of solving them they decide to blame the other. Eventually, the fights end their relationship. Luke travels with Sunset Curve during the summer and when he returns he has a pretty clear idea in his head. He wants his girl back.

But it's not as easy as it sounds when the competition had 3 months to score points with the cheerleader in his absence.

 Three months. Luke has gone three months without seeing Y/N. They have been inseparable since they met when they were 12 years old, never spending more than days without seeing each other. But the moment they broke up Luke knew he had to get out of the freaking town because if he couldn't distance himself he was going to end up the very next day at his ex-girlfriend's house begging her to accept him back. And the truth is that both needed to breathe and rethink what each one is looking for in their future.

Because although he’s head over heels in love with her, the truth is that both were in a moment of their lives in which they couldn’t and specially wanted to adapt to what the other needed. They had a lot of different responsabilities and things to do, it was just hard sometimes to add more to the list.

Which meant that she missed several of his concerts, that he was late for her birthday party, that there was no time for dates, that they didn’t feel supported. Many arguments trying to fix things that never came to anything because neither of them really wanted to commit. None willing to give in.

And then the painful but friendly breakup in early summer happened.

Bobby has a truck and the boys decided that doing a roadtrip during the summer performing wherever they could to earn enough to keep traveling was a brilliant idea to distract him and make the band known, and he agreed without looking back.

Things turned out much better than any of the four expected and they even had the luxury of traveling one more week, so they have a week of homework to catch up on. Will his relationship have ended on good enough terms to ask Y/N? Homework is not that big of a deal for him but it usually takes him a little longer to miss more than 15 assignments.

As soon as Luke opens the front door, his eyes fall straight on her. She is on her back trying to hang up some posters, but he would recognize that body wherever, from whatever angle.

His eyes immediately scan her wrist, which doesn't have any of the couple matching black-and-white bracelets they both used to wear all the time.

The first of many reminders Luke would get that day about his breakup with the cheerleader.

Y/N stands on her tiptoes trying to reach the height required for the poster, but no matter how hard she tries, she can't reach it. She’s just going to give up and ask for help when she feels some strong and determined hands lift her without any sign of trouble or doubt.

She doensn’t need to turn her head or listen to his voice, the strong grip on each side of her hips and his intoxicating perfume are more than enough to confirm who is lifting her in the air.

Luke is not playing fair. Y/N hears his husky and seductive voice as his lips lightly brush her ear. “I know you love my hands on you, but do you plan to put up the poster at some point?”

The cheerleader is shocked for a few seconds, until murmurs around them remind her that they are not alone. She puts the poster as fast as she can and instructs her ex-boyfriend to take her down.

Reluctantly she turns around and for the first time in quite a few weeks her eyes meet her favorite ones, which at least for the moment, are deep green.

"You can't do that, Lucas. We broke up."

He smirks. She only calls him like that when she's trying really hard to scold him even though it's not what she actually wants. She tries to look more determined and tough, but he can see through it all.

He decides to rest one of his arms on the wall, leaning just enough so that their foreheads are almost touching, and then smiles at her. One of those smiles that she used to classify as the most tender and beautiful sight in the world and that used to receive a light sweet kiss in return.

But this time, instead of a kiss, her gaze tells him that he is crossing the limit and that it’s better to stop. Neither has to say anything, she doesn't need to throw his arm out of the way or yell at him to move.

The two of them know each other better than anyone, and when Luke sees that expression, her wrinkled nose, her eyes lit with annoyance, her crooked mouth, he knows it's time to retreat.

“I’m sorry ba-” His gaze automatically saddens as he remembers that he can no longer call her that. He can see that her eyes also look a little sadder and duller after imagining what the guitarist was going to say. “I’m sorry Y/N. I just missed you.”

“Luke, look at this man. I've been here for 10 minutes and already 14 girls gave me their numbers to pass them to you! I guess word got around that you're single again.”

Alex and Reggie go blank when they are close enough to see their beautiful friend, since Luke was covering her from their sight. The guitarist turns to tap Reggie on the shoulder, and Alex decides to hug her to ease the tension in the air. Her hands are shaking, and Alex is not sure if from sadness or jealousy, but he decides not to say anything and keep hugging her, trying to make her feel supported.

“We missed you so much, we are not Sunset Curve without you.” Alex confesses loud enough for the other two members present to listen and nod their heads.

“I missed you too, boys. My summer was too peaceful and quiet without my favorite band.” The drummer lets go of her and Reggie replaces him by hugging her tightly, moving his arms behind her back silently asking Luke what to do with all the papers in his hands. The annoyed guitarist takes them and throws them away without thinking twice. Reg whispers "rude" and his friend rolls his eyes at him.

Reggie lets go and the four of them stare each other for a few seconds, none knowing what to say or do.

"Hello, sorry but I came to escort this beauty to her next class."

The fifth voice belongs to Cameron Green, who has just appeared in front of them and offers the girl his arm to intertwine with hers.

The perfect captain of the football team. Luke has known for years that the guy has some feelings for his girl, but he never had to worry because he knows her, she would never do anything that would put his trust at risk. But now, things are different.

She takes a step forward to accept the gesture and turns to see the boys one last time.

"I guess I'll see you on music class." She offers an apologetic smile, Alex smiles back to let her know it’s okay.

"But what about lunch break?" Reggie asks, after all, the five have been sitting together for years, they didn’t even separate when Y/N entered the cheer squad.

"I promised to sit down with Cam, sorry guys. But see you later!"

Y/N turns to look at Luke for a few seconds, as if waiting for him to stop her. But never happened.

So both her and Cameron walk until the band can’t see them in the sea of students. Reggie and Alex turn to see their friend, who has his hands wrapped in fists and looks totally crimson, his face irradiates frustration as he clenches his teeth.

“I prOmiseD tO SiT DoWN WitH CaM, fucking hell I’m out of here.”

“You are not going anywhere, man! It’s time for an intervention.” Reggie takes his friends by the arm and leads them to the janitor's closet where he pushes them and closes the door.

“The janitor's closet, really?” Alex asks and Reggie smiles proudly. “..Okay.”

"This is stupid, can we get out of here now?" They both return their attention to Luke, his face radiating despair.

"No. You can't keep prolonging this anymore. What did you think? That no one was going to try to date the most popular girl in school? Are you really so self-centered as to believe that no one would dare just because you are the ex boyfriend? Local rockstar or not, she’s a gem."

“Of course not, I just went into denial, I guess. All I know is that I miss her. I missed her every day this endless summer. I know the experience was amazing, but every night while I was singing the only thing I could think about is how much I wanted to see her beautiful dorky face in the small audience. The way she blushes when I'm singing straight to her direction and I send her a wink. The passion with which she sings each of the songs that she has been listening to over and over for years. How proud she looks of us as we give that final bow.

And it’s stupid, you know? Because somehow, I forced myself to think that having a girlfriend was depriving me of the opportunity to live experiences like that, to live my dream the fullest.

And what I ended up discovering when I did them is that my dream is simply never going to be fulfilled without her. As Alex said, she is as much part of Sunset Curve as any of us. And that now she has other interests or priorities doesn’t diminish how much she loves us and how much we love her, our dreams don't have to collide. And I'm a real idiot who took 3 months to realize it while I'm sure that fake dude was doing his fight to win her over.”

“FINALLY!” They both scream while hugging their brother. “Dude, I’m pretty sure she’s still in love with you, just act fast. You both have to stop being so stubborn and learn to give in for each other's sake from time to time. You cannot ask the other what you do not give.” Alex advises.

“I’ll win my girl back.” Luke smiles, hoping that if he says it with enough conviction it will come true.

The boys decide to go back to classes, by the time they are about to reach the lockers for gym, the other guys are already there and a lively conversation is heard.

“Man, it's not like I've been in love with her for years. I don't even know her. But stealing Luke Patterson’s girlfriend who is casually the most popular girl in school, is simply the step that makes you a legend in this small town. Not to mention that perfect body, what I would do to her if I had the chance."

No one has noticed the Sunset Curve members are present, and the second they hear him Reggie and Alex cover Luke's mouth and drag him out of there.

“I’m going to kill him! And before you say it, I don't care if it's the stupid football captain! If his monkeys hit me I have the satisfaction that I already gave him a black eye and I took out 3 teeth from him. No one is going to play or talk about her like that!"

To say that he is angry is an understatement. He is shaking with fury, moving in the small hall from one side to the other trying to calm the urge to slam his fist against the wall, because if he is going to slam it somewhere it will be in that idiot's face.

“You have to control yourself and be smart for once! he is the golden boy of the school, no matter how popular you are, your reputation as a bad boy is not going to win against his. Maybe not even with Y/N, she might think you're just fired up to see them together."

As much as it hurts to admit it, Alex is right. That clown has convinced everyone in the school with the idea that he doesn’t break a plate. While the guitarist is famous for skipping classes and playing clubs until dawn.

“And what am I supposed to do? I hope you don't suggest that I just sit around doing nothing."

Reggie takes two steps back in case Alex's suggestion is in fact Luke to do nothing. After all, he has to protect that adorable face.

“I’m not telling you to do nothing, I’m asking you to pay attention to what’s really important. Don't focus on him, focus on her."

He’s not going to say it aloud, but Alex is right, again. She should always be his main focus.

After his friends manage to convince him to take the peaceful route, Luke spends the rest of the day searching for the right words to say, but it’s difficult to find inspiration when every time he turns the love of his life is next to a jerk who is only trying to deceive her.

Not to mention lunch break, every time that idiot tried to touch her or get too close, the guitarist felt his blood boil. The only thing that kept him sane is that she politely pushed him away each and every time.

Reggie managed to convince her to come to the studio with them after her cheer training, just like they used to do last school year. The boys waited for her each time and then she accompanied them to their band rehearsals. Or at least they did before both she and Luke started arguing for not wanting to put in that extra effort.

Alex and Reggie watched as the relationship began to decline and the fights began to escalate. And when the breakup became official, they knew they had to keep the exes away from each other. The ex couple had never been apart and it was important for them to make their friends realized how much they want and love each other's presence in their lives. How lucky they are to have such a supportive partner at their side.

They never said anything to Luke but they could see how sad and depressed the guitarist looked without her. As if that spark in him was missing.

All day they were observing their girly who looked just as miserable, that special aura full of dull energy.

Alex had a theory that he explained to Reggie. When a relationship finishes going through that time where it feels new and recent, when you get used to the other as a couple, sometimes it is easy to take things for granted and not want to continue trying or giving the extra.

Sometimes you get lost in that lapse, and finding a balance is not easy. But when you love someone as much as they love each other, well, it’s easy to guess they’ll find the way.

So while Alex distracted Luke, Reggie ran to convince his girl friend to join them, which wasn't easy considering she already had plans with the football player. At that moment the bassist was grateful Luke was not around to hear that.

Once they are together, things will settle down. They have both suffered enough to know that without a doubt everything they have to do for the other is worth it. It’s time for them to stop being stubborn because Reg and Alex are not going to bear being in the middle for long. Those two can be insufferable sometimes.

So, that's how Sunset Curve ended in the stands. Watching her friend as the squad lifted her to the top of the pyramid.

Luke can't help but see her with loving eyes. He feels so proud of her, and that’s when he realizes he can’t remember the last time he actually told her, and that hurts him. She should hear those words every day, and if he is lucky enough for her to accept him back, that will be one of the first things that will change.

He's so focused on watching her, that he doesn't realize the football team is starting a fight just yards away until Reggie hits him on the shoulder.

Cameron pushes one of his teammates straight into the pyramid, which begins to disarm before the guitarist's eyes.

Some of her team manage the impact not be too strong, but she still stays motionless on the ground for a few seconds because of the shock.

Cameron Green kneels in front of her, Luke tries desperately to pass but two big guys get behind their captain to block him.

“Get the fuck out of my way!” The desperation in his voice indicates that he will do whatever it takes to get to her.

“Leave her alone already, Patterson!”

Reggie and Alex catch up with him and mentally prepare for what lies ahead, when they hear Y/N's weak voice.

"No! Luke, please. I need Luke."

The guitarist takes advantage of everyone's momentary shock after hearing her voice and manages to get to her side.

“I- I- I’m here, baby. I’m here, don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” Luke lightly caresses her cheek while examining her body, it seems that it was more the scare than anything else.

“I know.” She smiles at the contact of Luke’s hand in her skin.

“Yeah?” He asks almost in a whisper, he is hypnotized watching her. Trying with all his might not to kiss her.

“Yes, you are here. As long as we are together everything will be fine.”

“Is this your subtle way to tie me up again?” Luke teases while helping her sit up. The whole crowd watches them around the field. Cameron looking angry just a few yards away.

She laughs. A wholesome laugh, full of happiness. “Oh honey, we all know you never stopped being mine."

If there is something that turns him on, is his Y/N’s confidence. (And see her in nothing but his t-shirts but that’s not the point.)

“Right back atcha, baby.” He brushes his lips against hers while making that seducting face that she can hardly ever resist, but this time she surprises him by taking him from behind the neck and crashing her lips on his.

The people around them begin to applaud the show, and without interrupting the passionate kiss Luke puts his arms around her back and legs to lift her up and carry her away.

Reggie and Alex do a fist bump and then one looks for Y/N's things and the other for Luke's and follows them from behind.

"They endured a whole school day, wow."

"If we hadn't stolen Luke from her over summer they would have been 2 hours apart and it would have been the most embarrassing separation of all time."

"The two of them were going through a lot and they didn't know how to cope at the time, but now that they are both better, I’m very happy they’re back together, they are soulmates."

“They sure are, Reg. Did you see Cameron's face when Luke stuck his tongue down Y/N's throat? PRICELESS.”

Thank you for reading✨

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[bibbawrites]

Counting 1, 2, 3 - Luke Patterson x Carrie Wilson x Reader (18+) (Modern!AU)

Request: nothing in particular but its been a long time coming 

Word Count: 848 words

Summary: When Carrie convinced you to go see her brother’s band play you never knew you would end up sleeping with your best friend and the lead singer, but boy are you glad it happened

Warnings: swearing, semi public blow job, implied sex, threesome 

A/N: this is probably the worst thing ive ever written, i just could not get myself to write it, so i apologise for how shit it is, but i just havent posted anything for so long i felt guilty so heres this :)

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It had all started when Carrie had invited you to see her twin brother Bobby and his band play a gig at a local bar. You had been hesitant to go but went along to support your best friend’s brother. 

If you had known that the night would end with you hooking up with your best friend and the lead singer of Bobby’s band, then you probably would have worn nicer underwear. 

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You weren’t even sure how it had happened. One minute you were at the bar, flirting with the lead singer, Luke he had said his name was, and the next you were locking yourselves in a toilet cubical, thankful for the fact that the bar had unisex toilets with floor to ceiling walls and doors on the stalls. 

Luke’s lips were everywhere, his hips grinding against yours as you ran your hands through his hair, not even caring about someone catching you. All you could care about was the singer. 

You pushed Luke away, pulling your dress down to reveal your naked breasts, thankful that your dress had included a built in bra. Luke’s eyes lit up, his lips instantly attaching themselves to one of your nipples, causing you to moan loudly. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, while your hands roamed his body underneath his sleeveless shirt. His hands rested on your hips, pushing your dress up to reveal your panties. 

“Can you take this off?” He questioned, fingers brushing against your panties. You smirked. 

“Only if you take yours off too.” You teased, and he grinned, pulling his pants down to reveal his hard dick. You wrapped a hand around him, jerking a couple of times, enjoying the gasp he let out. He pulled you back in, connecting your lips again, and you were so distracted you didn’t even hear the door opening. 

“Y/N, are you in here?” Carrie’s voice called, and you froze, eyes widening. 

“What do we do?” Luke whispered. You signaled for him to be quiet. 

“Y/N?” Carrie called again. “I know you came in here.” 

You bit your lip, remembering the code you and Carrie had come up with for when you wanted to subtly let the other know you were hooking up with someone. 

“Watermelon.” You said, just loud enough that you knew she would be able to hear. 

“Watermel- oh...” She trailed off, clearly understanding. Then after a pause, she spoke again. “Can I join?” 

Before you could even react Luke was unlocking the door and pulling Carrie in, locking the door again behind her. Her eyes widened as she took in the other occupant of the cubical. 

“Oh no.” She said quickly. “My brother would kill me if I hooked up with his bandmate.” 

“What Bobby doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Luke’s voice was low, pulling Carrie close to him, and with a small nod of consent from Carrie, the guitarist was connecting their lips in a passionate kiss. 

“It’s kinda cramped now.” You observed. Carrie and Luke broke their kiss, both focusing on you. 

“We’ll improvise.” Luke decided, his gaze flicking between you and Carrie. “Do you hook up with people together often?” 

“More often than you’d think.” You giggled. “And sometimes just the two of us.” 

“Fuck.” Luke whispered. You glanced towards Carrie, eyes scanning her body. 

“I think you’re a bit too dressed baby.” You said softly, and she gave you a cheeky grin before stripping off her bralette and hiking up her skirt so that she had the same amount of skin on show as you did. Not wanting to be left out, Luke pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it onto the closed toilet lid. Carrie reached across, placing her bralette on top of his shirt, and a comfortable silence fell over the three of you as you tried to decide who would make the next move. 

In the end it was you, dropping to your knees and taking Luke’s dick into your mouth, tongue lapping at the tip. He moaned loudly before Carrie pulled him into a rough kiss, swallowing his moans as you continued to suck him off. 

You took a deep breath before shifting to allow him to slide further into your mouth and down your throat, breathing through your nose to stop from gagging as he thrusted into your throat. 

“God Y/N.” He gasped. 

You hummed, feeling his dick twitch in your mouth at the vibration, and Luke swore loudly. 

“I’m gonna cum.” He gasped out. You deep throated him again, a hand coming up to cup his balls, and swallowed when he came down your throat a few moments later. 

You pulled off his dick, letting him drag you up into a rough kiss, and watching as Carrie kissed you, licking into your mouth to taste his cum. 

“We should take this back to my place.” You mumbled after you and Carrie separated. “My parent’s aren’t home.” 

Luke and Carrie were quick to agree and in only a few minutes you were sneaking out of the bar, knowing that the night was far from over. 

[carnationcreation]

Can you do Luke Patterson fanfic where the reader is Alex sister and is in the band who’s been in love with Luke all this time but he never noticed her. And ever since they met Julie she has seen them together has gotten jealous.So she hatches up one finally plan to make him jealous to get him to see her . And Luke realized he had been in love with her and confess to her . Sorry if it’s too much this is my first time asking for a request 🥺

TITLE: Unrequited (Luke Patterson x reader)

✌🏻Masterlist Taglist, Requests, and Works in progress!

Requested: Yes!

Prompt/summary:  Reader does one final attempt at getting Luke to notice her.

Word Count: 1,615

Authors note: appear I just write a lot of angst. Again Where’s my Love by SYML is the vibe lol

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The day we woke up on the floor of the garage in the year 2020 was the worst day of my life.

Or that’s what I decided at least.

Apparently we had spent the past 25 years in a dark room, with Alex crying for most of that time. The girl who found us, Julie, quickly became our only tie to the real world. We could only be seen playing if she was playing with us. We soon found out that we had unfinished business that we needed to attend to before we could properly cross over to the other side. We figured it was simple. Play the Orpheum and we were done. But getting to the Orpheum was going to be a lot harder than we thought.

Slowly we had started to build up a following on a thing called ‘YouTube’ where people share videos, I never thought such a wide library of videos could exist for free every single day. Practices became a daily thing, though I didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. 

I really shouldn’t be jealous. Luke has chemistry with everyone he sings with. Alex would kill me if he found out that after all these years I was still crushing on his best friend. I couldn’t help the feeling in my throat when I saw Julie and Luke singing together though... the feeling like I couldn’t breathe. Like all the air was being sucked out of me while I tried to keep the feeling of anger from bubbling over.

Why can’t he look at me like that?

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I never meant to get him jealous, because I always thought making crushes jealous was unhealthy and only ever worked in the movies. But as soon as I started only talking with Reggie and Alex at practice Luke started to notice how I didn’t go out of my way to talk to him like I used to.

As time went on I started only singing with Reggie on stage for the harmonies. Every time I would look over afterwards I would see Luke staring at me with an almost blank expression.

The next few days were miserable for me.

My only desire then was to go up to him and tell him why I had been avoiding him. That I had seen every glance, smirk, smile, and laugh he and Julie had shared and say it was breaking my heart in two. I just had to watch in silence. The fear of causing drama within the band had taken precedent over my unrequited love. 

I never meant for it to be taken this far. After Caleb branded us I truly began to wonder if my place in the band really meant anything to anyone. My feelings poured out over a page as I explained everything to them in a letter. A stupid letter that I didn’t know if I actually was going to deliver or not. 

My worst fears soon became a reality after I saw their interaction outside of Luke’s house on his birthday.

Tears fell out of my eyes as I slipped the letter into his songwriting notebook and poofed out of the garage. I knew they would find it. I knew my brother would know the first place to look for me, so I avoided it.

I stood in the alleyway behind the Orpheum, tears falling down my face as I held onto my brother’s sweatshirt he had given me a few days prior. Hopefully I could still keep it.

“Are you ready?”

I turned around and saw Caleb standing in all his elaborate glory, “I guess so.”

He smirked, “Why so hesitant little dove?”

“Um,” I mumbled, a shiver went down my spine at his awkward nickname, “I’m just going to miss them.”

“Miss them? You’re going to miss them? Oh (Y/n), they haven’t even noticed you were gone. You’ve got nothing to lose.”

Tears began to form in my eyes. Breathing became hard as I realized I had been sitting here for hours, and no one came yet.

“Poor (Y/n), in love with a boy who doesn’t even notice her. A brother who was rejected by even his parents, and a best friend who doesn’t even notice her feelings. You can leave all that behind, just shake my hand.”

I stood there, debating on if I really wanted to give it all up. Did I really get a choice in this? I slowly lifted my hand, still hesitating.

“(Y/n), look around. They haven’t even come for you yet, and I’m sure that rat Willie already told them what you were doing. They just don’t care-”

“That’s not true!”

I turned around and saw my band running towards me.

“(Y/n) don’t listen to him? He’s manipulating you,” Alex said.

Tears fell down my face as Caleb grabbed my shoulder, “You’re too late. (Y/n) just look at them. They didn’t even notice as you drifted further and further away.”

My eyes flickered up, Luke locked eyes with me. Tears were forming in his eyes, “(Y/n) please don’t do this.”

I looked back down at the ground.

Julie spoke up, “(Y/n), you really don’t realize how much you contribute to this band. We all care about you so much.”

“I doubt she wants to hear from you,” Caleb scoffed, “Seeing as you stole the one thing she most wanted away.”

The boys looked at each other confused but the look on Julie’s face told me that she knew exactly what Caleb meant.

“(Y/n) I promise you, Luke and I are just best friends. I’m so sorry you felt like you weren’t important to us anymore,” Julie said.

Luke looked up at me but I tried not to meet his gaze.

“(Y/n),” Alex said, “You’re my sister. I can’t lose you too. Please.”

Tears ran freely down my face as I pulled myself away from Caleb. Luke ran forward and caught me as I began to fall.

Caleb let out a frustrated yell and disappeared. I didn’t even bother to look up as I sobbed into my hands.

“I’m so sorry,” Luke whispered to me. Alex pulled everyone into a group hug.

“Guys I’m so sorry,” I sobbed.

“This isn’t your fault,” Reggie said.

I brought my hands down to wrap around Luke’s shoulders, “I just didn’t feel good enough. I wanted to know if you guys really cared. I’m so sorry I should have said something.”

“We’re just happy we got here in time,” Alex said, he ran a hand through my hair, “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

My tears came to a slow stop, and eventually we began to walk home.

“Guys, I’m taking (Y/n) somewhere. We’ll catch up.”

The guys waved as Luke grabbed my hand and pulled me in a different direction. It soon became clear where he was taking me. 

“Do you remember this place?” he asked.

“Barely,” I said. I looked around the park I had always gone to, it had changed so much since 1995, “They tore the gazebo down.”

He looked over to where the rickety white structure used to be, a bathroom area was there now.

“I remember, you used to always go there after there was a fight at your house.”

I nodded, “Quiet, secluded, free to go to. Can’t tell you how many songs I wrote here.”

He pulled me over to sit on the benches near the playground. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he said. 

I looked up at the clouds, trying to get the answer straight in my head, “I just… I had seen how you looked at her. I wanted you to look at me like that. Once I started to pull away, no one seemed to notice. Caleb offered me his help, he said I’d be famous…”

“What made you hesitate?”

“I realized… I didn’t want a million admirerors, I just wanted one. Nothing could compare to that.”

I jumped as he reached over to grab my hand, bringing it over to sit in his lap as he covered it in both of his, “I want to be that person.”

“You always were.”

He smiled. He brought my hand up and placed a kiss gently on my knuckles. In a quick moment of bravery I leaned over and kissed his cheek quickly.

He placed both his hands on my cheeks before pulling me into a real kiss. The boy I thought I had lost was kissing me. The kiss I had always dreamed of but thought I could never have. 

We both pulled away breathing heavily. I looked up and giggled at his swollen lips and tousled hair knowing I probably looked the same. 

“I’m sorry it’s taken so long for me to say this. I love you (Y/n). I’ve loved you since the day I met you, I loved you after we died, and I loved you every moment till now. I guess the only reason why I didn’t do anything is I was so scared of you not liking me back, or how your brother would react.”

I sighed as he rubbed his thumb across my cheek, “How do you think he’ll react?”

“He told me while we were looking for you I should’ve asked you out weeks ago. He knows,” He laughed.

The sun had started to set, the light illuminated him making him look ethereal. I pulled him into another quick kiss, “I wish I had done this sooner.”

“What? The kiss or trying to sell your soul to a dead magician?”

I laughed, “Either.”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around me, “Don’t do the second one again anytime soon.”

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[loveelle]

Leap of Faith~ Part 1

Luke Patterson x Reggie’s sister!Reader

A/N: My first JATP fic! Well, my first fic on this account in general and its a series rewrite! I hope you guys enjoy it and if you have an requests that I could tackle, I’ll try! I’ll update this series weekly on Wednesday!

WC: 7.5K (oops... that’s a lot for my first post...)

SERIES MASTER

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If someone told you when Sunset Curve was formed that you’d be watching them rehearse for a show at The Orpheum, well, you would’ve believed them right away. This band, these four boys, you had no doubt would do amazing.

“Take off, Last Stop, Countdown till we blast open the top”

Luke’s voice filled the Orpheum as you smiled, watching your boys on stage, completely in their element. How they could do it, you had no idea, but you loved watching them. You nodded your head along to the song you’ve heard what had to have been millions of times, drumming your fingers against your arms as they sat crossed.

“They’re good.” A girl said directly behind you as you spun around, seeing the impressed smile on her face as she wiped down the table. You chuckled as you moved next to her, never taking your eyes off the stage.

“Yeah, they are.” You admitted, watching Luke nod towards Reggie to join him on his microphone. Reggie quickly obliged, coming face to face with Luke as the girl glanced to you.

“You know them?” She asked, nodding to the stage.

You chuckled again, sparing her a brief glance before pointing to Reggie, who was in the middle of moving back to his own microphone. “My brother.” You told her, seeing her nod as she glanced around the band. “I’m Y/N.” you said, offering her your hand.

She took it graciously, sharing a smile with you. “Rose. I work here.” She said and you were slightly jealous.

“Wow, working at the Orpheum, hearing all kinds of bands playing, experiencing the music first-hand,-“

“Wiping down tables.” She interrupted you, holding up the cleaning rag she’d been using for the last 5 minutes. You both started laughing at her joke.

“Fair enough.” You said, moving out of her way so she could reach the rest of the table.

Her smile grew as she looked up at you, seeing the blissful look on your face as you watched your brother and his band. “It’s not all bad.” She finally admitted, pulling your attention away from the group as she smirked. “I do get to hear some awesome music, like your brother’s band, for one.”

You took pride in her comment, even if it wasn’t for you. Even if you weren’t a member of the band, you were still a part of them, Reggie made sure of that and the boys loved you, they’d want you there anyway. The boy’s sound check had ended and Rose and you started clapping as you jogged to the stage.

“Thank you, we’re Sunset Curve.” Reggie spoke over the mic, directing it towards Rose as you jumped to sit on the edge of the stage and Luke took your hands to help you stand.

“You guys killed it!” you said, throwing your head back with a smile. You were met with a few cheers from the band as you looked at them and Reggie threw his arm around your shoulder, shaking you into his embrace. You rolled your eyes, gently nudging him off of you as you shared a smile and you could see the adrenaline in his face.

“Too bad we wasted the tightest we’ve ever played on sound check.” Bobby chuckled but Luke shook his head, turning to where the audience would’ve been.

“Just wait until tonight, man, when this place is packed with record execs.” He said as you gently shoved him, making him play shove you back as Alex came around his drums.

“Alex, you were smoking.” Reggie said after putting down his bass.

Alex shook his head, not at all ready for the compliment. “Oh no, I was just warming up.” He said as you let out a sigh. “You guys were the ones on fire.” He pointed to the rest of the band, not paying attention to you as you moved in front of him, putting your hands on his shoulder to get him to listen.

“Can you just own your awesomeness for a second? Reggie’s right, Alex. You were amazing.” You assured him, shaking him by the shoulders for a second until he caved.

“Alright, I was killing it.” He admitted as you pulled him in for a hug, moving out of the way for him to hug Reggie one handed. Luke reached over, patting Alex on the back, before his arms found a spot around your shoulders.

You looked at him over your shoulder, seeing the dimply grin as you shook your head. “You’re sweaty.” You said, playfully trying to shake him off.

Luke just laughed. “You love it.”

“You wish.” You retorted with a scoff but you couldn’t stop smiling. That was until you saw your brother smirking at you out of the corner of your eyes and you looked his way, poking his stomach. “Need some fuel?”

“Street dogs!” Luke beamed as Alex quickly agreed, Reggie too, after pushing your hand away.

“Bobby, you in?” You asked, turning to the first boy only to see him gone. “Bobby?”

Reggie tapped your shoulder, showing you Bobby who was already off the stage and heading towards Rose. “Bobby, where are you going?” Reggie asked, but it didn’t take a genius to know he was going to flirt with her.

“Oh boy.” You mumbled, following the band off the stage.

“I’m good.” He told you all before facing Rose, putting on his charm. “Vegetarian. I could never hurt an animal.” Bobby said and you had to hide your face in Reggie’s shoulder to keep from laughing. He noticed, sharing an amused smirk with you before looking back at Rose.

You glanced at Bobby and Luke. Bobby was focused solely on Rose, but Luke was focused on making Bobby’s attempt at flirting with her a failure. “You guys were really good.” She told them and you took a deep breath, focusing back on the conversation. “I see a lot of bands and been in a few and I was really feeling it.”

“That’s what we do this for.” Luke smiled, showing his dimples as he stepped in front of Bobby. “I’m Luke, by the way.”

“I’m Reggie.” Reggie pointed to himself.

“Alex.” Alex continued before Bobby stepped up again, wanting his chance.

“Bobby.” He grinned at her and she nodded her head.

“Nice you meet you guys.” She told them, not needing another introduction of you before she told the boys her name. Luke bumped you accidently as he pushed closer, bringing his finger to his mouth before sticking it in Bobby’s ear. You rolled your eyes at his antics, not at all surprised.

“Oh!” Reggie said, adjusting his hands to correctly stick out the band’s demo. “Here’s our demo and a T-shirt. Size beautiful.” He put the T-Shirt in front of her and you heard Alex groan much like you had at your brother’s horrible flirting.

Rose held the T-Shirt up to her body, looking to you as you shrug, letting out silent chuckles as she joined. “Thanks.” She told your brother as you nudged his shoulder, receiving a nudge back, but he didn’t look at you. “I’ll try not to wipe the table down with this one.”

“Oh, good call.” You spoke up, making Reggie and Luke move so you could be seen. “Whenever they get wet, they kind of just fall apart in your hands.” You told her, nodding your head slowly. Luke, Reggie, and Bobby all looked at you, making you let out a nervous laugh. “I’m kidding!” you said but as soon as they turned around you met Rose’s eyes and shook your head. She just laughed at you.

Bobby turned to you four, greatly wanting your absences. “Don’t you guys have hotdogs to get?” He asked. You shared looks with your friends before Luke decided to ‘help out’ Bobby more.

“He had a hamburger for lunch.” He said before patting Bobby on the back, running into you but throwing his arm over your shoulder in recovery, starting to lead you away.

You paused momentarily, looking back at Rose who watched you and Luke start leaving. “Bye Rose!” you shouted, being dragged away by Luke. “It was nice meeting you!” You heard her yell back a “you too”, but Luke had already dragged you out of the room.

Throwing on your coats, the four of you walked outside of The Orpheum, taking the side door since the front was off limits for now. The cool air hit you right away as you sighed and followed the boys out of the alleyway. Luke talked about what Rose said and how the feeling of the music was why he played and how he connected to people.

He stopped walking, pulling Alex and Reggie into his sides. You stopped walking as well, watching in amusement. “I want that connection with everybody.”

You snorted, reaching into your bag and pulling out a white Tee. “Then you’re gonna need more T-Shirts.” You joked and tossed the T-Shirt at his face, Luke caught it, more or less with his face, but handed it to your brother. He grinned at you, moving forward and locking his arm with you as you all started walking. “Come on, I’m starving.” You laughed, feeling Alex lock his arm with your other free arm.

Starting to walk past the already forming line in front of the Orpheum, Luke tugged his hood over his head and Alex ducked his head, using his hand to hide his face and Reggie, well, your brother didn’t bother hiding. Instead, he went up to the closest set of girl fans, handing them the shirt you tossed the boys and walked away. You all snickered at the sounds of squeals and shouts coming from the girls as you all picked up speed, Luke’s hold on you tightening as you started to laugh.

Finally, you made it to the street dogs, each of you getting a dog and you all crowded around the back of a car the condiments were set up in. You always hated the set-up, but the food was worth it. You looked at all the condiments, trying to decide which ones to put on your hotdog as Alex grabbed some of the pickles, accidently dropping them in the process.

He sighed, giving you a defeated look. “I can’t wait until we eat someplace where the condiments aren’t served out of the back of an Oldsmobile.” Alex said as you nodded, decorating your hotdog and listening to him speak to the man selling the hotdogs. “Sorry, I got some pickles on your battery cables.” He said, pointing to the car.

The man just shrugged. “Not a problem. It’ll help with the rust.”

Alex just stared at him, turning around to see you doing the same. “That can’t be true.” His words died out as you shrugged and shook your head. You were eating hotdogs out of the back of a car; it isn’t exactly a fancy restaurant.

The four of you headed over to a couch set out for people to eat on. The boys all sat on the cushions as you took your seat on the couch’s arm next to your brother, snaking your feet between him and the couch to hold you up. Luke sat forward with a bright look on his face you could barely see past his hood, but you smiled nonetheless. “This is awesome, you guys.” He said, shaking his head and glancing to you briefly. “We’re playing the Orpheum!” He fell back between Alex and Reggie, excitedly. “I can’t even count how many bands have played here and ended up being huge.”

“You’re gonna be legends.” You told the boys who laughed, Reggie draping an arm over your leg and shaking it happily. “You know I’m right.” You told them, meeting each of their eyes. “You guys worked so hard to get here. You belong on that stage.”

The boy’s faces soften at you as you rolled your eyes, not allowing yourself to be emotional in front of them. “Eat up guys.” Luke interrupted as he held his hotdog out and you each did the same. “Cause after tonight, everything changes.”

You grinned as the four of you put your hotdogs together in cheers before taking a bite of them.

Immediately, you stopped chewing, glancing up at the boys in disgust, Luke and Alex had both stopped like you, but your brother just kept going. “That’s a new flavor.” Alex mumbled holding his dog up as you nodded.

“So, it’s not just mine?” You asked, very alarmed by the taste.

Reggie just licked his fingers free of the mustard on them before looking at you and Alex. “Chill guys, street dogs haven’t killed us yet.” He assured you and you reluctantly nodded and kept eating.

Oh, how you should’ve stopped.

You remember feeling sick, you remember the ambulance, you remember floating away from the ambulance, you remember dying. How did this night go so wrong, so quick?

The four of you only spent an hour, or so it seemed, in a black room, none of you quite sure what was happening, but it didn’t stop you from trying to cheer Alex up as he cried. Luke and Reggie stood back, completely unsure how to even help Alex as you hugged him, sending the others glares every time they spoke. You thought you’d be in the dark room forever before hearing the boy’s song playing in the distance, seeming to get louder until you were enveloped in light. The four of you started screaming, doing so until you landed flat on your backs. Groaning from the pain, you felt Reggie writhe on the floor next to you.

The music stopped as you all slowly stood up, immediately you started looking around the room and you realized where you were. “How did we get back here?” Luke asked, earning nods from you before your eyes landed on a young girl in front of you.

Before you could say anything, she started screaming, making the boys scream as well as they clutched each other and you. You just stood there almost dazed as the girl ran out of the studio. Finally, they stopped screaming as you looked at them wide eyed. “What just happened?”

No one knew what was happening, one second you were sitting in a dark room and now you were back in the studio? Could this day get any weirder?

“We’re dead. We died, and now we’re here?” you began as your breathing hitched, looking at the boys. “Are we ghosts?”

They just stared at you, each of their brows furrowing before Alex shook his head. “Nope. No way, not possible.” Alex said before he started pacing. You deeply sighed, locking his arm with yours and getting him to look at your face, trying to show him you were serious. You knew he didn’t like change, but this wasn’t something he could ignore.

When Alex looked like he’d stop pacing, you let him go, turning around to see Reggie standing there. You furrowed your brows. “Where’s Luke?”

Reggie spun around, thinking his best friend was standing right beside him, but he wasn’t. “Um, I don’t know.” He opened his mouth, just about to call out his name before Luke called his name from the Studio’s loft.

The three of you spun around, mouth’s agape at how he got up there so quick before he was right behind you, tapping your shoulder to get your attention. You just stared at him, unsure how he did it. “Woah cool!” Reggie beamed. “How did you do that?”

Luke shrugged. “I don’t know. I just thought about it.” His response made you and Alex share a look as Reggie was completely on board.

“Oh sure. It’s that eas-“ Before Alex could finish his sentence, Reggie was gone and you jumped back, feeling Luke grab you as you bumped into him. You didn’t say anything as he let go of you, both of you separating before Alex was gone himself.

You turned to Luke, nervous written straight across your face. “It’s that easy?” You asked quietly, looking around for your brother and best friend.

Luke nodded and stretched a hand out to you. “It’s that easy.” You took his hand, quickly bringing the thought of teleporting to your head before you were gone just the others.

As soon as you were gone, the young girl crept slowing into the studio again, only this time she was holding a cross, pointing it around the room as she moved petrified. “Are you still here, whatever you are?” She asked, her voice shaking before she sighed and put the cross down. “I know I saw something. I’m not crazy.”

It was that moment that the four of you reappeared behind her. “Well, we’re all a little crazy.” Luke said as he stepped forward, frightening the girl as she jumped and spun around. She started screaming again, making you all flinch as you grabbed Reggie’s arm.

“Oh my god! Please stop screaming!” Alex yelled at her as she finally stopped, but the cross she was pointing around the room earlier was directed at the four of you.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my mom’s studio?” You furrowed your brows, glancing to Reggie who was just as confused.

Luke stepped up, voicing everyone’s confusion. “Your mom’s studio?” He said moving to the girl before the cross was thrusted at him and he tried to avoid it. “This is our studio!” You felt Reggie tug on your sleeve as you looked to him, seeing his eyes move about the room and particularly the roof. You hadn’t bothered looking around before, you figured it would be in the same condition you left it in, but this? This was different than your studio. There were chairs hanging from the ceiling, pots and plants you definitely had never put in, and a big grand piano right in the middle of the room.

What happened to your studio?

You were so focused on your own glancing around, you hadn’t been listening to Luke talk to the girl until he put his arm around your shoulder, trying to get you to focus on his talk. “How did she get her stuff in here so fast?”

“Maybe- Maybe she’s a witch.” Your brother said as you turned to him dumbfounded. He noticed your look and pointed up. “There are chairs hanging from the ceiling!”

“Ok, there are no such thing as witches.” Alex told him, honestly not surprised Reggie would suggest that.

Reggie made a face at him. “You sure? Because I used to think there’s no such thing as ghosts.”

Alex paused before nodding. “That’s fair.” He muttered as you took a breath, turning to Luke for help.

“So, we’re going with a witch?” Luke asked as your eyes widened.

“No! We’re not going with a witch!” you told them, burying your head in your hands briefly before looking over Luke’s shoulder at the girl. “Look, she’s not a witch, she’s scared.” The boys turned around, seeing her still thrusting out the cross as Alex put a hand on Luke and your shoulders.

“Let someone with a softer touch handle this.” He said before turning to her. Luke, Reggie and you shared a look.

“Oh god.” You mumbled, bringing a hand up to hold your head as you watched Alex stop in front of her.

He cleared his throat. “Why are you in our studio?” You rolled your eyes, knowing Alex was going to do something weird. The girl, having no clue what was happening, shoved the cross at Alex and the five of you watched as it went right through him.

She was shocked, watching her hand go through Alex before she pulled it out. “Oh my gosh, how did you do that?!” She shouted.

Alex shook his head. “You’re not understanding.” He said before he turned to you three. “Clearly she’s not getting it.” He looked back at her, making you slightly nervous. “We’re ghosts, all right? We’re just four ghosts, really happy to be home.” He began, gesturing back to you three before over the girl’s shoulder. “Thank you for the flowers, they really brighten up the room.”

“Alex.” You called him, quickly realizing the girl wasn’t accepting it still. He looked back at you, seeing your eyes widened momentarily to tell him to stop as he nodded, moving back with the group.

Luke decided to have his go. “We’re in a band called Sunset Curve.”

“Tell your friends.” Reggie butted it, always ready to promote the band when he could.

The three of them nodded in response. “Last night was supposed to be a pretty big night for us.” Luke went on. “It was supposed to change our lives.”

You let out a laugh, biting your lip before meeting Luke’s eyes. “I think it did.” You told him, pointing out the fact you were, you know, dead.

“This is freaking me out.” The girl said, causing Luke and you to break eye contact to see her pulling something out of her pocket.

Luke furrowed his brows, bringing a hand up to point at whatever was in her hands. “What’s that? What are you doing?” The girl shoved the cross in Luke’s face as he stepped forwards and you grabbed his arm, making him drop it but you never let go of it, too focused on what she doing.

“It’s my phone.” She told you and you nodded slowly, trying to looking at the screen of it. She stopped herself. “Nope stop talking to them. They aren’t real. There’s no such thing as cute ghosts.” She tried to reason with herself.

Reggie chuckled. “You think we’re cute?” You rolled your eyes.

“Obviously she’s talking about me.” You told him, playing with his ego as his face fell and you saw Luke smirk as he nudged you slightly.

Alex was the only one still focused on the girl for the moment. “Who you calling?” He whispered as he stepped forward to peer over the edge of the phone.

The cross was once again thrusted in his face. “I’m googling Sunset Swerve.”

“Sunset Curve!” The boys defended as you braced yourself, knowing that was coming. She just let out a laugh shakily before turning back to her phone, pulling up an article and reading it, her face slowly falling.

“Woah,” She began, looking between the boys. “There is a Sunset Curve. You did die.” She said before stopping. Everyone nodded, but she furrowed her brows. “But not last night.”

“What?” You asked, growing confused.

“Twenty-five years ago?”

“What?” Reggie repeated from you, shaking his head as you let out a nervous laugh, feeling your grip tighten on Luke’s arm as he slowly moved it up to hold your hand, knowing you were freaking out. “No, no, no, no. That’s impossible.” Freaking out much like you were on the inside. “After we floated out of the ambulance, all we did was go into that weird dark room where Alex cried.”

“Well...” Alex cut him off, his voice going high as he opposed your brother’s words. “I don’t think- I think we were all pretty upset. Right Y/N?” He looked past Luke, glancing at you and you nodded, playing along and gave him a thumbs up.

“But that was only for like an hour.” Luke cut in. “We just got here.”

The girl shook her hand, holding her phone out for you all to read. “Look, I’m telling you what my phone says.” You leaned in, reading all about your brothers and your friends’ deaths in the article as she spoke. “See? You died in 1995. When you were 17.” You barely paid attention to her, staring at the article where the 4 of your names sat under a picture of the boys. “It’s now 2020.”

“So, this is the future?” Reggie asked and slowly you let your hand fall out of Luke’s, not purposely, but Luke looked to you as it happened, seeing the look on your face as you stared at the now empty space the phone used to be.

“So, so it has been 25 years?” Alex asked, his hands started shaking as he wrapped his mind wrapped around this new information. “I have been crying for 25 years?!” He shouted, moving his hands a lot as he processed. “How is that possible?”

“Well, you’re a very emotional person.” Reggie told him.

“I am not!”

A new voice to the room pulled you out of your mind, and you looked up seeing Luke’s eyes almost latched on the girl, right in time to move to let a little boy walk up to her. “I thought you were afraid to come out here.” You all watched him, unsure of whether he could see you until he didn’t spare any of you a glance. “Are you talking to your ghost friend? How does he look? Is he hideous?”

You smirked, looking up to your brother who knew exactly what was coming. “Look Reggie. He can see you.” He shot you a mocking look as you stifled a laugh, hearing Luke and Alex chuckle before the girl’s eyes shot to you.

“No, he can’t.” She said quickly, becoming aware of the fact she could see you all, and her little brother couldn’t.

The boy just looked around, staring right through you all. “What?” He asked before the girl shook his question off, asking what he needed. “A normal sister for starters.” He told her as your eyes widened, taking in the attitude on this little boy. “Stop being weird and come eat.”

He walked out as you chuckled. “I liked him.” You admitted, seeing the boys roll their eyes.

“Must be a younger sibling thing, then.” Reggie muttered to you as you stuck your tongue out at him.

“He couldn’t see you.” Your banter was broken as the girl stared where her brother disappeared.

Alex nodded. “Well, that’s usually how ghosts work.” He told her. You let out a breath. Ghosts. How were you supposed to be a ghost? It’s not like there was an instruction pamphlet.

She pushed right past you all, clearly irritated with you all before pausing. “Look, I’m very sorry for what happened to you guys, but this isn’t your studio anymore. You have to leave.” Your face fell.

“Wait!” Luke called out to her before she could leave. She spun around, eyeing him to continue. “We didn’t get your name.”

“It’s Julie.” She said before Luke smiled at her. It was that moment your stomach tightened, making you look away to your brother who noticed your movement and moved past Alex slowly, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close to his side.

“Cool.” Luke said, stepping forward and reaching his hand out. “I-I’m Luke.” He stuttered and you tried to pretend you didn’t notice it. Julie threw the cross up again as Luke stepped back, beginning to introduce you all now. “This is-“ He pointed to your brother, seeing you tucked neatly in his arm, but he didn’t say anything.

“Reggie. I’m Reggie.” He said before looking to you.

“I’m Y/N.” You said, giving her a little wave.

“Alex. How’s it going.” Alex said awkwardly as Luke joined the rest of you, stretching his arms out to ‘introduce’ you all.

“Ba-da!” He said softy before letting his arms drop.

Julie looked at him unimpressed. “Okay?” She said before turning out of the studio and walking away, leaving the four of you standing there with no clue what to do.

“Julie seems nice.” Your brother said as your arm came up to hit him gently on the chest, making him let go of you.

You walked over to the couch, flopping down on it like you’ve done millions of times before as Alex spoke. “Did you miss the part where she kicked us out? Or…?” Reggie stayed silent, making a face that gave Alex his answer. “Yeah, okay.” He muttered as the boys tried to figure out what to do. Luke pushed past your brother, having watched you lay on the couch and stare at the ceiling.

He joined you, sitting by your head as your feet dangled off the edge. You didn’t say anything, looking at the ceiling as Luke kept glancing at you, trying to hide what he was doing.

You rolled your eyes, sitting up and turning to face him. “You’re making me sick with the constant looking back and forth, what do you want?” You said with a smirk as Luke let out a nervous laugh, turning to face you more as well.

“How are you holding up?” He asked and you your lips fell into a line as you moved again, now facing the room and doing whatever you could to not look at him.

“How am I holding up?” You let out a laugh. “Luke, I wasn’t supposed to play one of the biggest gigs of my careers so far before being taken out by a hotdog.” He laughed too, his hand falling so naturally on your leg you weren’t sure if he noticed. But you did. You always did.

He was about to speak again but your brother interrupted. “What if we go talk to her?” He asked, looking around for advice. Luke stood up, loosing contact with your leg as he made his way right over the table.

“Talk to her?” You asked, keeping your spot on the couch.

Reggie nodded, adjusting his jacket. “Yeah, convince her to let us stay.” Alex and Luke right away were down, ready to convince the random girl to let you guys crash in her studio. “Y/N, you coming?” Reggie asked as the three of them started towards the door.

You hesitated but shook your head. “I’m fine. I don’t see this ending any other way but badly.” You admitted, seeing the smiles on their faces as they all shrugged and walked right through the door. Luke was last, casting one last glance your way but again, you weren’t looking at him. He frowned but followed Alex and Reggie out.

As soon as they were gone, you let out a shaky breath and looked around. 25 years. It’s really been 25 years since you last stepped in this room? Pushing yourself up from the couch, you walked around slowly, noticing more differences in the room. It was cleaner. The boy’s dirty shirts and sweatshirts weren’t tossed everywhere, ready for you to yell at them to clean up. It seemed more girly with more décor and flowers around the room. And the instruments were all different. In particularly, that grand piano. You glanced to the door, noting the boys weren’t back as you walked over to it, letting your fingers dance across the surface before you uncovered the keys.  

There was a song sheet sitting on top and you glanced over it briefly. You took a deep breath, letting your fingers rest on a few familiar keys, but before you could play them, the boys returned. You quickly shut the keyboard cover, rushing away from the piano before any of them saw.

“How did it go?” You ask when you got far enough away and the boys were arguing with each other, not at all paying attention to you. You giggled, making them stop as you crossed your arms. “That well then?”

They all exchanged looks before looking to you embarrassed. “You were right.” They said at almost the same time, making you roll your eyes fondly at them all. They began to tell you what happened as they slowly grabbed their instruments, already knowing what the others were thinking. Without another word, they all started playing, making you smile at them. You leaned back in the nearest chair, watching them play before the studio doors opened and an angry Julie barged in.

She tried yelling over the music to get the boys to stop, but they weren’t listening, even trying to play for her. You quickly jumped up, bringing your hand up to wave in front of your neck to tell them to stop playing. If Julie was already mad, not listening to her was only going to make things worse.

“The whole neighborhood could hear you. I thought I told you to leave.” She stressed as the guys and you shared looks.

“Wait, people could hear us play?”

“Yes!” Julie shouted at Luke’s question. “And so did my dad and my brother!”

The boys started striping themselves of their instruments, processing this information just like you were. “Wait, wait,” Alex began, “So, only you can see us, but everyone can hear us?” The boys started getting excited, Luke bouncing on his feet as Reggie looked between you and his bandmates with glee. “What kind of ghosts are we?!”

“Who cares man!” Luke cut off his questions. “People can hear us play!” They all shared fist bumps with each other as you looked at Julie, seeing her annoyance with the situation.

“We might be dead, but our music isn’t!”

The door to the studio opened behind you as you turned around, getting out of the way as a man walked almost right into you. “Dad!” Julie shouted as Reggie grabbed you, keeping you from tripping over your feet.

Julie’s dad, Ray, just gave her a small smile. “Just making sure you’re okay.” He told her before she made up a lie about needing to turn off the CD player. He nodded, almost leaving before seeing Alex’s drum kit out as well as Reggie’s bass and Luke’s guitar. “Is this the junk that was in the loft?”

“Junk?” Luke asked incredulously and you had to admit, even you took offense. Their instruments were not junk. Ray moved forward, coming to Alex’s drums and hitting them, not even trying to play correctly. Everyone watched him, not sure what to say to stop him.

“Some of this stuff’s in pretty good shape.” He said, glancing up to his daughter. “Maybe we can make a couple bucks.” He started playing with the cymbals, making Alex freak out.

“Stop touching my drums!” He shouted at Ray before remembering he couldn’t hear him. He turned to Julie. “Tell him to stop touching my drums!”

Luke turned to you and Julie, both of you already sharing a what-are-we-supposed-to-do-about-it look before Ray moved away from the drums and you let out a relieved sigh. “I liked that song you had on earlier.”

“Sweet! We’re Sunset Curve!” Reggie said as you rolled your eyes, moving back to your chair from earlier and falling on it, letting your feet dangle off the side as Luke told Ray to tell his friends, as if Ray could hear him.

“It was just an old CD.” Julie lied again, avoiding looking at the boys.

“Well, it’s nice to know you’re listening to music again.” You furrowed your brows at Ray’s words. Why would she not listen to music? Why would she stop listening to music? “Out here you can play whatever you want, whenever you want.” He gestured with his hands as he spoke, unknowingly driving his hand right through Luke and Reggie’s stomach, and much like it had with Julie and Alex earlier, his hands went through. Sitting back and watching, Julie snapped at the boys, making her father think she was obviously talking to him. Ray went into supportive dad mode and immediately it made your face fall with jealousy. You wish yours was like hers. Instead, he was always fighting with your mom, too busy to remember little things about Reggie’s and your life, like Reggie’s gigs, or even your birthday.

As soon as Ray was gone, you rolled off the chair, straightening your clothes out. “He likes our song.” Luke smiled as you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, he doesn’t count.” You told him, putting his shoulder.

Alex, who agreed with you, nodded. “He’s a dad.”

“Why can’t you guys be normal ghosts?” Julie asked out of desperation. “Hang out at an old mansion. I hear Pasadena’s nice.” She opened the Studio door, stomping out before closing it right after.

The four of you just looked at each other. “I think she’s warming up to us.” Alex said with obvious sarcasm as you snorted out a laugh.

Reggie nodded. “I’ve always wanted to go to Pasadena.” He said, looking at you and you smiled, remembering your brother did in fact always bug your parents about going to Pasadena. Always being met with the same answer of ‘no’.

“I’ve got this.” Luke said briefly before disappearing, most likely going to talk to Julie. Reggie looked at you as soon as Luke was gone, but you didn’t look at him, not wanting to deal with his so called ‘brother’s intuition’. What ever he was thinking, was wrong.

“Come on.” Alex said, reading the room as he turned towards the door. Reggie and you followed and the three of you walked right through it, seeing Luke and Julie talking on the steps to her house. Luke was trying to explain to her how much music meant to them, how playing in the Studio just then was the first time they felt alive in 25 years. He even brought up Julie’s mom, saying how she is into music. But Julie brought all your spirits down, telling you all that her mom had passed.

“You guys haven’t seen her anywhere, have you?” Julie asked awkwardly, not quite sure how this whole ghost thing worked. Not like you had any clue.

You shook your head, much like the boys did as Alex spoke up. “No, um, you’re actually the first person we’ve seen.” He admitted and Julie’s face fell.

“Yeah, but she’s not dead.” Reggie butted in as your head snapped his way. “So, that doesn’t really answer her question.” He said before looking at you, seeing your wide eyes which meant it was time for him to stop talking. He did and you took his arm, laying your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” You told Julie who forced a smile at you and looked to the ground.

“Thanks.” She whispered. She looked up, seeing you smile at her. “Sorry I got mad.” She said and you shook your head, telling her it was alright as you let go of Reggie and she looked between the boys. “You guys are kinda good.”

“Kinda?” Luke eyes snapped to hers, and you stifled a laugh. “Y-you know that was 25 years of rust just getting dusted off, right?” The three of you watching them laughed together.

“Do you play piano too?” Reggie asked and immediately Julie answered no.

“No, I don’t play. That’s my mom’s stuff in there.”

“No way, she’s an amazing songwriter.” Luke told her as you watched his smile grow slowly on his face as he spoke to her.

Julie nodded but with a frown on her face. “She was.” She paused before her brows furrowed. “Wait, how do you know?”

Luke licked his lips and faced her fully. “There’s a song on the piano, if its hers,” he stopped himself, calming himself down with the remembrance that Julie’s mom had passed. “She was really talented.”

You saw that song earlier sitting on the piano, Luke must have looked when you weren’t paying attention but he was right. It was amazing.

Julie looked saddened by Luke’s words and started to turn around. Luke, seeing her actions, turned back to the three of you and your eyes met almost instinctively. “I guess,” Julie began as she turned back around, knowing she didn’t have the heart to throw the four of you out. “If you need a place to stay, you can stay in there.” She gestured to the studio as the four of you smiled wide, happy she wasn’t leaving you to fend for yourselves. “There’s a bathroom in the back and a couch that turns into a bed, if you still need any of that stuff.”

“Dibs on the shower!” Reggie shouted, not surprising you in the utmost. Everyone looked at him shocked but you. He just happily shrugged. “I just really love showers and the occasional bath.”

You rolled your eyes. You had to battle your brother for bathroom time when you were alive and you still have to in the afterlife? Not fair.

“This…” Julie said, moving her hands in front of the three of you. “This is just too weird.” She turned to leave and you four kept in your excitement until she was gone. Luke jumped down from the path he was standing on and threw his arm around your shoulders as you four walked back into the studio together.

Not knowing what to do for the rest of the night, Luke suggested a visit to the place you had planned on spending your night. The Orpheum. The band and you transported yourselves there to sit on marque.

You were sat between Luke and Reggie as you looked at the people passing beneath you, unaware of your presence entirely. Luke glanced at you, nudging you with his shoulder as he patted Alex’s leg. “Hey, I know being dead isn’t our first choice, but it sure makes getting around easier.”

You offered a forced smile yet your eyes went right back to people watching. “Easy for you maybe.” Reggie said as you looked at him, eyes widening when you realized your brother didn’t have a shirt on. “I lost a shirt in that one!”

You glanced down to your own clothes, seeing your flannel, shirt, and ripped jeans all there before you breathed out. “Oh thank god.” Luke laughed at you as Reggie made his shirt reappear. Your cheeks heated up, hiding a smile from Luke that he saw nonetheless.

“So, why’d you bring us here? Just a painful reminder of where we never got to play.” You glanced up, looking at the neon blue sign. Alex patted Luke’s chest. “Thanks Luke.”

“I mean, boys,” Luke stopped himself and looked at you with a cheesy smile, “and Y/N,” he added as you rolled your eyes, not having minded being grouped with the boys, “the game’s not over yet.” He said before you all disappeared and reappeared on the walk below. You stood in the back this time, knowing this was more about the boys than it was you and you were happy to just look around. Reggie walked right through a man as you stifled a laugh and did the same, smiling at the first time you felt a person pass through you. You were all ready to feel it again as a man in a cape and top hat headed straight for Alex. You confused on the man’s look, not seeing anyone else with such a strange appearance, but you were even more so confused when Alex didn’t walk through the man. Instead, their shoulder smacked into each other, resulting in a collision with you as well that knocked you off your feet.

Alex immediately helped you up, but he was too busy looking at the mysterious man, as were you. He tipped his hat at you both as you stood confused. “Are you okay?” Alex asked and you nodded, not looking away from the man whose back was turned to you.

“Yeah, I’m fine, but what was that? Who was that?” You knew Alex didn’t have the answers to you, if you didn’t know then he didn’t know.

“Alex, Y/N! You coming?” Luke’s voice called back as Alex ran a hand through his hair and tugged your arm, bringing you back to reality as you both ran after Luke and Reggie, ready to spend the nights walking the streets of LA. You decided to avoid people after that, deciding you didn’t want to end up on your butt again.

By the time morning set, you were growing tired of walking. Sure getting around as a ghost was easy, but right now all you wanted to do was collapse back on your couch. The boys finally listened to you, all of them getting tired as well and you brought yourselves back to the studio, ready to collapse before you froze.

Julie was playing the piano. The song she was playing, the one that sat on the piano yesterday, filled the air as the four of you stood behind her. She was amazing. Her voice was something you never heard before causing goosebumps to travel up and down your skin despite the flannel that had kept you warm all night. The sun came through the windows behind you as you felt Luke’s hand find yours, but neither of you looked away from Julie as she played the last notes, an ache in your chest as she stopped and you wished there were more.

Wake up.

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[charlies-gillespie]

i hate you, i love you | luke patterson

paring: alive!fem!reader x alive!luke patterson

luke and reader are both 18 in this

summary: reader and Luke have never gotten along even though they’re in the same band, but there’s always a bunch of tension when they’re in each other’s presence ... (1) “fuck you” “when and where?”

requested: yes

length: short

rating: PG-13

warnings: some language throughout, a little argument, implied sex

!! NOT MY GIF !!

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Being the only girl in Sunset Curve has its perks, but also definitely has its downsides. The guys are protective over you, but sometimes they’re so overprotective of you when they don’t need to be. Changing in front of them isn’t the funnest thing in the world either, which you’ve needed to do several times.

You get along pretty well with Reggie and Alex. Alex is your brother so you always get along with him. Reggie is your crazy best friend. The two of you have been inseparable since Alex invited you to join the band.

There is someone you can’t stand in the band though, and that someone is Luke Patterson. He has a huge ego almost all the time, and he likes to make some jokes about the fact that you’re the only girl in the band. Luke loves to say things like “you’re only in the band because Alex is your older brother” and “make sure you thank your brother for the opportunity to join our band”.

Luke’s comments erk you in so many ways, so whenever he makes a comment, you come up with a snarky reply. You can’t stand him, but you have to tolerate him for the sake of the band.

Today, you’re practicing Now or Never with the guys in the studio. You’re their rhythm guitarist since their old guitarist quit on them last year.

Luke’s singing into his microphone as the four of you play your instruments. You occasionally glance over at him as he plays. Just because you stand can’t him, doesn’t mean he’s attractive.

Distracted, you mess up a note and the guys look at you. Everyone stops and Alex asks, “You good, little sis?”

“All good,” you tell him. “My finger just slipped. That’s all. Run it back?”

Luke rolls his eyes, playing the opening riff again. You ask, “Do you have a problem with me, Luke?”

He looks over to his right, looking at you. “We were doing really good until your finger slipped,” he says, quoting ‘finger slipped’.

You roll your eyes and say, “Well, that’s what happened. My finger slipped. I’m sorry if you think I’m lying, Luke.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time you lied about why you messed up,” Luke says to you, turning toward you.

Alex looks at Reggie, saying, “Let’s go get something to eat. They’re going to go at it again and I don’t feel like listening to this.” Reggie nods and the two of them leave the studio.

You pull off the guitar that’s on your shoulder and look at Luke. “Are you kidding?” you say. “I’m not perfect, Luke. Sometimes my fingers will slip and I’ll mess up. You can’t tell me you’ve never messed up playing guitar.”

Luke puts his guitar on the stand and says, “I’m saying it’s not the first time that you’ve lied about why you messed up. Don’t think I didn’t see you in my peripheral vision, Y/N. I saw you look at me occasionally.”

Great, now I’m fueling his already huge ego.

“You know what Luke? Fuck you,” you spit at him. That’ll deflate his giant ego a little bit.

He smiles and asks, “When and where?” Mission failed.

You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out. Two can play at this game though. “Here and now,” you say, smirking and crossing your arms over your chest.

After a moment of silence between the two of you, Luke takes a few steps toward you. In one swift movement, Luke cups your face in his hands and pulls you into a rough kiss. Although surprised, you kiss him back. You feel Luke’s tongue swipe across your bottom lip and you part your lips slightly. Luke slips his tongue into your mouth and you groan. You grab a fistful of Luke’s shirt and pull him closer to you.

Luke’s fingers slip into your hair, holding you close to him. You have to pull back because this shouldn’t be happening. You shouldn’t makeout with the guy you can’t stand.

“I was kidding, Luke,” you tell him out of breath from the kiss.

He looks down at you and says, “I wasn’t.”

You blink at him and begin to ask, “You actually want to-”

He cuts you off with another kiss. You inhale sharply, still not used to the idea of Luke kissing you. You couldn’t stand him because of all his jokes and comments, but now you’re standing here and not pulling away as soon as he kisses you.

You shouldn’t want to, but you do. Luke’s attractive and you used to have a huge crush on him before joining the band. Alex always told you that Luke was bad news and to not get involves with him. Something about bad boys always turned you on.

The kiss is deepened and you begin to push Luke toward the couch. Your lips stay connected as you push him onto the couch. You crawl onto his lap, straddling his thighs.

Luke pulls back from the kiss and looks up at you with hopeful eyes. You look down at him and say, “Maybe I want to too.”

“You hate me,” he says softly.

You let out a breathy laugh and say, “Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I love you. You’ll never know.”

He pulls you down into a kiss. It’s not long before you’re both stripped out of your clothes and Luke is on top of you, making you feel really good.

[jatphatones]

Beanhead Gets Busted | One Shot (Alive!Luke Patterson x Reader)

Gif credit to @lukefromsunsetcurve

Beanhead Gets Busted | One Shot (Alive!Luke Patterson x Reader)

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving Weekend! I got these two requests a while ago, but because of my test and spending time with my family for thanksgiving, I’ve decided to combine the requests. Basically, modern day Alex’s step-sister has a chill night with a shirtless Luke and then they wake up together. I hope you enjoy it and I hope y’all have a good weekend!

Word count: 4k

Warnings: swearing, typos

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“Either you sit by the window or move your big head because I cannot see out the back window, Lucas!”

“You just don’t wanna get distracted by my pretty face,” Luke shoots back with a smirk, before following my demands and sitting behind the driver seat.

“You caught me, beanhead.” I say, reaching back and pushing his beanie down to his eyes, a habit of mine. I turn back to the steering wheel and start pulling out of the driveway.

“Tone it down children.” Alex comments while settling into the passenger seat. He tries not to think about his step-sister and best friend flirting, knowing that it’s nothing more than harmless teasing.

As soon as rehearsals finished, Alex hurried Luke and me into the car. Knowing that it was probably because he’s always hungry and wanted some of Mom’s leftovers, I don’t question it and start driving. As we made our way home, Luke and Alex jam out to the radio, sharing criticism or praise at the current artist playing. I couldn’t help laughing along at my step-brother’s hilarious feedback as we turn into our driveway. When Luke readjusts his beanie for the billionth time as he steps out of the car, I chuckle to myself.

Right when my dad married Alex’s mom, Alex introduced me to his band. We all became close quickly, making this new chapter in life a little bit easier to experience. Julie and Flynn were especially a great help, becoming my confidants and best friends. There was no one else I’d rather gossip, watch movies, or laugh with than those girlies.

But sometimes, their teasing could be a little much, especially when it came to the lead guitarist. As soon as I started calling Luke ‘beanhead’ after noticing his constant beanie-wearing state, they would question my thoughts about him. They weren’t unfounded though. As Luke holds the front door for me and sends me a smile, it was no brainer that I wished our constant flirtatious comments could be more.

“Is it alright if I make myself some food? I’m starving.” Luke asks as we settle into our home.

“Yeah go help yourself.” Alex rushes out before heading upstairs.

“Do y’all want something?” Luke follows up. We hear a loud no thanks from Alex before a bang from his bedroom door closing.

“I’m good thanks. You know where everything is!” I respond with a polite smile. “I’m gonna go wash up.”

I follow Alex upstairs and head to my room, immediately changing into more comfortable clothes. As soon as I fix my outfit, Alex knocks on my doorway and leans against it. He had changed into a more fashionable outfit rather than a comfy one. I could smell his newly applied cologne from where I was standing.

“So since Mom and Dad are away for the weekend for their anniversary, I’m gonna stay over at Willie’s.”

“What does them being gone have to do with you going to Willie?” Mom and Dad never had a problem with Alex going over to his boyfriends especially since they loved the skater so much. Obviously, it was Willie’s beautiful hair and sweetness that won them over.

“Nothing. I’m just telling you that, so you better not throw any parties since no one is here to make sure you don’t fuck anything up,” Alex warns me. I roll my eyes at his threat.

“You just don’t wanna get fomo, loser,” I shoot back, calling him out.

“You know it!” He points a finger gun at me, demonstrating how much of a loser he is. “I’m going to be back early tomorrow morning to help set up breakfast for the guys.”

“Why are the guys coming over?” I ask as I pull out my homework and set it on my desk.

“Our house is the closest to tomorrow’s gig so we’re just gonna carpool from here.” I let out a noise of understanding. “Okay, again dont fuck up anything. I’ll see you tomorrow morning!”

“Night, Noodle!” I yell after him as he leaves my room.

“Night, Squirt!” He yells back.

I settle down at my desk and start glancing over my work, dreading it. I hear a muffled goodbye between Luke and Alex before hearing the garage door open. Right after Alex’s car pulls out, there was barely any noise around the house.

I got through a good portion of highlighting my notes when I notice that a significant amount of time has passed without Luke coming to talk to me. I strain my ears only to hear nothing. Has Luke even gone to the shower yet or is he still eating downstairs? He probably’s showering...

I shake my head, not letting myself going down that sink hole of thoughts. I don’t need to think about Luke showering again. Speak of the devil.

“Hey, so I was thinking we can work on homework together? I don’t have time to do it this weekend, so I really gotta get it done now...”

I didn’t hear anything past “hey” as the sight that greeted me hit me like a semi truck. Luke definitely finished showering as far as the wet hair and lack of shirt was anything to go by. Now I pride myself in my composure, but this guy - this guy makes me short circuit without any effort. All I remember thinking is he didn’t have to be that fit right? Like playing guitar in a band can be hard work but damn. For real? But again, I take pride in my composure.

“Shirt, bro?” I ask, ignoring his question. I roll my eyes to show my annoyance...but to also hide my wandering eyes. Futile attempt, but I couldn’t help my eyes glancing...

Respectfully.

“Shirts block the view, doesn’t it?”

“What view?” We both know we’re bullshitting right now, but just having fun. He’s not cocky about his physique, but he’s proud of the work he’s put in. And I was too...I’m thinking way too much about his abs.

Respectfully.

“Anyways, yeah we can do homework together. God knows you need help.”

Luke scoffs, but doesn’t defend himself because it’s a little true.

He lays out across my bed, with his notebook right under his head at the foot of the bed. I turn around and look through my phone, before choosing our typical playlist. We’ve worked together enough times to have our own curated study playlist. When the first songs plays out, we both unknowingly smile. The playlist was a silent reminder of how close and comfortable we are with each other. I remember making this playlist - the amount of laughter when he wanted to keep adding ridiculous songs was a pleasant memory.

We both work diligently for half an hour, enjoying the music while working on separate things. My focus is disrupted when Luke speaks up.

“Have you done this homework yet?” He nibbles on the end of his pencil as he stares down at the chemistry symbols on the textbook.

“Yeah, I did it the day it was assigned,” I say.

“Love how studious you are,” Luke says with a mocking tone and a hint of sincerity.

“One of my best qualities,” I chime with a hair toss for flair. He rolls his eyes before beckoning me over.

I place one knee on my bed and lean over to see his notebook that he scooted over to me. I look over his work, furrowing my eyebrows.

“For a songwriter, your handwriting is awful Lucas.”

“That doesn’t help me finish my homework.”

“I’m just saying. Anyways...” I begin to help him.

Once I explain the problem, he nods in understanding and quickly writes out what I said. Without him knowing, I take a second to admire the furrow in his eyebrows as he bites his lip in concentration. When he confirms his understanding again, I leave the bed and get back to my own work. Not even 5 minutes later, Luke ask for help again.

“I thought you understood it, beanhead?”

“Maybe you can go over it one more time?” He pouts and I can’t say no.

Taking the same position, I rest my arm on his bare shoulder. It was totally because I wanted to be more comfortable and not because I wanted to feel his back flex under my arm. Nope. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I try not let the skin on skin contact distract me from helping him again.

“Got it?” He nods at my encouraging smile and goes back to work, erasing his mistake and fixing it.

I sat at my desk for 15 more minutes before Luke asks for help again.

“I know you’re actually a smart guy Lucas, so why aren’t you getting it?” I genuinely ask, confusion on my face.

“I might be a little distracted.” He playfully looks me up and down, laughter in his voice.

“Distracted doesn’t help you get good grades dumbass.” I scoff. I come over with my own homework this time and mimic his position, laying right down next to him.

Luke wasn’t lying - he could actually afford to get distracted. He understood the material after you helped him the first time, but it didn’t hurt to ask for help again, especially when he had the chance to shorten the distance between you too.

You slap your notebook down on the bed with a sigh before turning your head. He’s crossed his arms in front of him and rested his head on them, just admiring you.

“Okay so this is what the question is asking,” I try not to get nervous under his stare, “Do you get what I’m saying now?”

He nods and goes back to work. I watch him fix his problem and do the next one, making sure he truly gets it. After he reaffirms that he understands it, I go back to my work...or at least try to. I’m hyper aware of him shifting around, the heat radiating from his bare torso becoming a slight distraction.

Luke is hyper-aware too. He knows your study quirks. He know that when you checks your phone for the third time in the past 5 minutes that your done working for the night. He smirks to himself when he notices you close your textbook soon after his observation. He silently cheers when you choose to stay next to him as you scroll through your phone. He’s also aware that you keep glancing over to him and when he tries to catch your eyes, they flit to his notebook. He figures you were checking over his work, but he hoped for different reason.

After a few more minutes of scrolling through my phone and sending quick glances over to Luke, I see a new addition on the page he was working on.

Take a picture it’ll last longer

“You’re so lame.” I retort, “I was checking to make sure you understood the work,” I explain.

“But I’m not wrong,” he teases back, nibbling on his pencil again.

“Whatever,” I say, too lazy to fight back. I return to mindlessly scrolling, yawning while trying to stay awake in hopes that Luke will finish his homework soon.

“You staying over tonight?” I ask randomly

“Yeah, it’s getting late and I might as well if I’m gonna be back here in the morning anyways.” He brushes off a few eraser scrapings.

“Cool, you know Alex’s bed is available.” I nudge his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, once I finish this up, I’ll get out of here.”

“Whatever you want to do is fine.”

I continue to scroll through my phone, humming along to the familiar songs. I lay on my side and face Luke, waiting for him to ask for help if he needed it.

Luke, having only a few more questions left, busts them out as fast as he could. Once he finishes, he turns over to ask you to look over his answers, but he’s met with you sleeping, phone fallen out of hands. He didn’t even notice that your humming had turned into deep breaths. Luke wanted reach out and smooth the furrow in your eyebrows, but refrained from doing so in fear of waking you up.

He takes your phone, gets up to plug it in and leaves it on your night stand, not before setting your alarms. Why you set alarms on the weekend, he’ll never know. Luke grabs the green blanket from the basket sitting in front of your bed and lays it out over you. He almost lets out an “awww” as you instantly curl up under the blanket and snuggle into it. As much as he wants to watch (respectfully), he knows he has to get his work done. He has one more assignment before he can go to sleep.

When Luke finishes his last piece of work, he’s shocked to know that it’s midnight. He wanted to rest his eyes for a little bit before leaving because he’s just damn comfortable laying in your bed. Just rest his eyes for a little bit...

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I flinch awake as my alarm rings from somewhere behind me. I notice that the morning sunlight getting lost to my lit lamps. I must’ve fallen asleep before I could turn them off. When I turn over to turn off my blaring alarm, I see it plugged in to the charger a few feet away from me. Maybe I really did fall asleep on accident since I’m laying down opposite of my night desk. But who plugged in my phone? Or put this blanket on me?

I try to sit up and reach for my phone, but something stops me. A sense of panic rises from me when the blanket falls down my torso and an arm rests on my waist. I quickly reach for my phone and switch off my alarm before turning back to the arm’s owner.

I almost couldn’t see his face. Luke was laying on his stomach, head tucked into his shoulder and thick brown hair all over the place. I lay back down to get a better look and pull my blanket over shoulders. Trying to get warmer, I snuggle into the blanket. I freeze when my movements causes Luke’s arm to tighten on my waist, feeling his grip become more firm around my hips. He follows his arm and slightly moves forward, resting his leg almost on top of mine. My heart has been racing since I realized that I woke up next to a shirtless Luke and it hasn’t stopped.

Our days and days of flirty teasing has never gotten to this point. It was always harmless, never anything of substance. The teasing never gave away my crush - I think. But, then again, it’s a two way street. He could’ve easily not played along whenever we went back and forth and yet he always dished it out so flawlessly. And as much as I wanted to blame it on his charming personality, my friends and I know that he never acts this way with friends or fans. That doesn’t completely erase my doubts that he feels the same way.

Ugh - feelings...why do we have them.

Before I spiral deeper, my alarm goes off a again.

“Shit.” I say under my breath, quickly trying to maneuver myself under his grip. I reach over to my night table again and turn off my second alarm. I quickly lay back down and hope that I didn’t wake the guitarist up.

“Good morning,” a deep, raspy voice rings out. I sigh from guilt as I peer up at the boy, my hands curled into my chest.

“Good morning,” I whisper. My mouth quirks up at the slow opening of his eyes before he scrunches up his nose in a yawn. “I’m sorry if my alarm woke you up.”

“Oh I thought you meant to wake me up,” another yawn breaks up his sentence, “You were running your hand up and down my arm. Why’d you stop?”

I blush and internally scold myself. I must’ve been doing that subconsciously while I was thinking about him before my alarm went off.

He’s probably still in a dreamy state because he lifts his arm from my waist, grabs my hand, places it back on his forearm before resuming his position. My heart skips a beat at his sluggish yet forward gesture. I continue lightly running my hand up and down his arm, consciously this time.

“You fell asleep on me last night,” Luke’s raspy voice breaks the quiet peace that fell over us. He brings out his hand from under his head and moves a strand hair out of my face. I wonder if he was just as nervous as I am from this new intimacy between us.

“Well, you literally almost slept on me beanhead,” I retort, squeezing his arm and nudging his calf with a smirk.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” I admit quietly, a little bashful of my confession. He sends me a sleepy smile and squeezes my hip.

And with Luke’s raspy voice and his limbs tangled with mine, it wasn’t hard to imagine waking up like this with him. It almost made me think that maybe my feelings, however jumbled they are, might just be somewhat reciprocated. My breath hitches when I see his sleepy eyes glance down at my lips before he slowly starts to lean closer to me. Okay, maybe definitely reciprocated feelings.

Just as his lips are about to brush my own, another fucking alarm goes off.

I let out a huff before I start to turn. Luke grips my waist, anchoring me in my position. He releases me and reaches over for my phone. I didn’t know whether the heat of the blanket or the heat rising within me that was making me sweat. I’d rather debate that conflict than focus on his shirtless torso just chilling right over me as he opens my phone and turns off my alarms.

“Why didn’t you turn off your alarms the first time?” He grumbles.

“I thought I did!” I defend myself, glad that I have an argument to focus on instead of his abs grazing over my stomach.

“And why do you always have like 9 alarms on here, Y/N?”

“I’m not a morning person, what can I say?” I scoff while he settles back down. He’s closer to me than he was before, his face mere inches from mine.

“Well, if we start ending up like this, then we might have to compromise.” He sends another smile, more awake this time.

I found the morning sunlight again when I see it reflect on to Luke’s eyes. From this distance, I could see that his eyes a pale green. I wonder if his eyes are always pale green in the morning. And by the implications from his statement, I might just figure that out.

Luke almost prided himself for saying something as clever as he did, especially in the morning. He was already in a daze from waking up in a place other than his own bed, but to see Y/N right away? His thoughts melted into fragments. He didn’t expect his heart to skip so early in the morning but when you comfortingly rubbed your hand up and down his arm, he welcomed it very quickly. Feeling your hand almost graze his bare stomach sent a shiver down his spine. When you noticed it, you quickly pull the blanket up to his shoulders because you thought he was cold and he just about died.

When you are satisfied with the blanket, your eyes drift to his lips. Not moving your hand back to its previous place, you keep it on his shoulder. Luke only hopes that the clamminess starting to build up in his hand doesn’t distract you as he starts to lean in.

“You have morning breath,” I whisper, hoping that my teasing tone masks my nerves.

“So do you, now come here.” He mutters back before meeting my lips.

I have to admit, I’ve thought about this before. Maybe he would run up after a show and pick me up, channeling the adrenaline into a kiss. Or maybe during one of our instances of hanging out alone or maybe when I trip and he catches me (fairytales are dangerously fun okay). But this - this beat all the fantasies. Because with the morning breaths and a sort of laziness in effort, I felt almost refreshed and revitalized. Like my day didn’t start with the break of sunlight but rather with his kiss. I pull away, unable to hold back the grin growing on my face.

“I guess I can change up my alarms,” I sigh, my lips tingling.

“Oh yeah? Did that kiss have to do anything with your changing your mind?” He rubs circles on my hips while glancing down at my lips.

“Maybe,” I whisper, leaning back in for another kiss.

“Mhm,” he mutters, showing that he wasn’t convinced before following me lead.

Our lips meet again, a little more alert this time. He becomes just a tad bit more aggressive, sucking on my bottom lip before releasing it. His grip becomes tighter on my hip, as I reciprocate his actions. I swipe at his bottom lip, making him smirk.

The suspended moment that we found ourselves in is easily broken by a certain bassist barging into my room. Luke and I break apart quickly at the intrusion. I quickly sit up while Luke turns on his stomach and props himself up on his elbows. Reggie’s eyes were wide as he looks back and forth between our my bed-ridden hair and Luke’s shirtless torso. Nothing looked good, especially with our matching puffy lips.

“Uh....” Reggie trailed off, not believing what his eyes are seeing.

“REGGIE! Why are you here!?” I yell at him, trying to focus on excuses instead of my rising blush.

“I’m here for breakfast! No one was downstairs so I wanted to check up on you!”

“And so you burst into her room without knocking?” Luke asks, before pushing off his elbows and rolling off the bed.

“I thought Y/N would be sleeping and wanted to scare her! Clearly she was not sleeping,” Reggie yells as his initial shock still hovers around him. “Where’s Alex!?”

“At Willie’s!” I answer, annoyance evident in my voice. I remove the blanket and roll off my bed too, grabbing a sweatshirt from my floor.

I was about to yell at him again, when we hear a car in the driveway. I feel panic start to rise in my throat as I hopelessly hope that it was Julie’s car. After fitting my head through the sweater hole, I peer out and see the familiar beat up Toyota parking in its usual spot. Reggie, Luke, and I all freeze and glance at one another for a second before Reggie bolts out of my room.

“Reggie wait!” I yell after him. Luke and I both know that Reggie was itching to tell Alex what he saw, regardless of the consequences. I saw my life flash before my eyes as I imagine Reggie telling Alex that he found his best friend and step-sister getting it on on her bed.

“Okay, you go put on a shirt from Alex’s room and I’ll catch Reggie,” I rush out, pushing Luke out of my room. I see him nod his head as we fast walk down the hallway.

Luke turns around and grabs my sweater paws. He pulls me in with them and plants a quick but tender kiss on my lips, knocking the wind out of me.

“We’ll talk about this later, right?” He asks, grabbing my hands through my sweater. I nod quickly with a bright smile which he then mirrors.

He places another kiss on my lips before turning back around and walking to Alex’s room. I take a second to admire his back muscles and realize that I’m now allowed to admire shamelessly. I let out a dreamy sigh, before running down the stairs.

“REGGIE!!”

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A/N: I hope this was alright for the requests! I’ve been a little bit scatterbrained over these few weeks so I’ve tried to work on this in the little pockets of time I had. Again, I hope you all have a good weekend! - Titi xx

Taglist: @aunicornmademedoit @phantoms-julie @kinda-really-lost @pixiethefirecat7 @lolychu

[creativeashproductions]

Streetdogs and Chest Compressions // Evan Buckley

IN WHICH: Reader reconnected with her estranged younger brother in the cruelest of ways as the 118 is called the scene of three young men suffering after eating streetdogs. Unfortunately, this is how Buck meets the future brother in law he had no clue even existed.

Warnings: Swearing, family problems (aka estranged), withholding personal information, angst, medical emergency, and fluff

Words: 4.7k

A/N: This fic is a crossover between Julie and the Phantoms and 9-1-1 in which Luke, Reggie and Alex eat the streetdogs in modern times. Don’t worry, someone still dies. Reader’s nickname is Spitfire 

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It seemed Los Angeles was taking pity on the 118 with not even a single fire to be put out or medical needed. It was slow. Painfully slow, and you weren't even halfway through the twenty-four-hour shift. Hen and Chimney had taken the circular table for a card game, Bobby was reading a new cookbook. Eddie's Abuela had brought Christopher to the firehouse for his online schooling, the Diaz's wifi was malfunctioning. Buck and you had snuck off the bunk room to catch some sleep.

"Lazy movie day?" Buck asked with his arms tightly wound around your hips. Your form almost rested entirely on his front due to the narrow bunk.

"Wouldn't have it any other way." You replied to the content man underneath you. You could only hum as he shifted to kiss the top of your head, "Now shh. I want to slee-"

The bell sounded before you could even finish your sentence, "And what I didn't want to happen just had to spite me."

Buck and you hurried to quickly pull on your turnout gear before hopping into the respective seats you used. Eddie across from you, Buck driving with Bobby in the Captain seat. Hen and Chimney in the ambulance tailing you.

"We have three males in their late teens. Ate hotdogs in an alley before collapsing in the process." Bobby informed his team all the while he watched the road, "One is profusely puking, one's unconscious, and the last one is stable."

"Thinking it's food poisoning? That sudden?" Buck inquired with a swift glance from his position of driving. Bobby shrugged in response just as Buck eased the fire truck to a half near a crowded alley.

You were the first one out of the firetruck with your medical bag and halfway to the alley before the team could get out.

"Make some room!" You shouted among the heavily populated area, curious about the medical emergency.

Everything slowed down as you pushed between the last two people into something you called your worst nightmare. Three teenage individuals settled on their sides in unconscious states had been a fixture in your youth. Your eyes stayed pinned on the prone figure of your little brother.

It was like being underwater. Nothing could be heard, and it felt like you were in the process of drowning. It was the first time seeing Luke since you stormed out of your family home back when you were eighteen years old.

It was the same old unchanging story playing for months now with only the new addition of an audience. It was the middle of a blistering summer in Los Angeles, but it was the most heated in the Patterson household. You'd been at the movies with your best friends while your mother, Emily, was putting your laundry away.

Emily's hand had bumped your dresser by accident in her process of closing your socks drawer. The Patterson matriarch and her husband would never invade their children's rooms, but her keen eye had noticed the pamphlet; nothing serious like teen pregnancy but it was surprising.

Emily was holding a recruitment pamphlet for the Los Angeles Fire Department marked with your handwriting. Her heart dropped in sync with the front door slamming shut.

"I'm home!" You called out from the entrance. You didn't hear as your mother wandered into the open space. Her eyes flaring in both anger and fear; when a person is scared, they lash out.

That's what Emily did.

"What is this?"

Your eyes found the item in her hand that genuinely made your blood freeze in your veins. This was not how you'd wanted her to find out about your career decision.

"I'm applying. I graduated high school, and hopefully, I'll be train-"

"Like hell, you will! You're going to college and getting a real job! This won't take you anywhere Y/N Y/M/N Patterson!" Emily snapped just as Mitch came through the back door with your ten-year-old brother Luke.

"What's going on?" Mitch questioned as soon as he felt the tension between mother and daughter. Luke was quiet amongst the adults speaking.

"Your daughter isn't going to college. She's going to be a firefighter.

"Spitfire?"

A smooth hand startled you with the clap on your shoulder and Hen looking at you, "Are you okay?"

"I-" You shakily attempted to speak but alas had to be gently settled on the ground before you keeled over and hurt yourself. Your uniform, long sleeves this time, felt constricting as the guilt nearly swallowed you whole.

"Hey, Cap? I think I know why those three are like that." Buck called out from a sketchy grill by an even sketchier condiments table. The table being a rusted Oldsmobile manned by a greasy dude and his girl.

Even from a distance, you could smell the chemicals wafting off the unsanitary set up that would put a health inspector in a casket. 

"One's waking up!" Chimney spoke from the slump of pink and denim fabric. A curtain of blonde '90s style hair mussed on his head.

"Look, Y/N, I need you to dig deep to help these three boys. They have long lives ahead of them and need our A-game." Hen spoke with her hands, already checking one of the teens for broken bones.

Your eyes closed with a deep breath before you moved towards the boy on the other side. Eddie shifted to allow you room to check him over.

"Strong pulse. Breathing is good." You clinically informed your team, "Eddie can-"

"What happened?" The gruff voice spoke from behind you. As expected, Alex's voice had deepened in the years you'd gone without seeing Luke or his friends.

"You got this one?" You asked Eddie without waiting for a response; you were by Chim's side with a soft smile. Alex's eyes widened momentarily, "Hey Alex."

"Y/N?" Alex nearly gasped in shock. His shock seemed contagious as your entire team from the 118 caught it, "What's going on?"

"You ate some bad hotdogs and needed our help. We're gonna get you to the hospital. I'm worried you ingested battery acid." You spoke, understanding that Alex would prefer details instead of the lack thereof. Even from an early age, he'd been anxious.

"Oh. Are the guys okay?" Alex softly asked with his eye blinking as a strand of his blonde hair caught in his eyelashes. You slowly nodded in response without really knowing the status of Reggie and Luke.

"Eddie, Buck, can you get him loaded in the ambulance?" You called over your shoulder once you'd finished your thorough examination of Alex. The sound of boots on the hard ground appeared before they appeared.

Eddie and Buck swiftly loaded him on a gurney, but Alex's eyes widened, "Why are there two hot guys touching me? Oh my god. Do you see the cute guys too?"

You snickered as Alex's failed attempt at a stage whisper, "Yes. Alex."

"I've been blessed as a gay man." Alex breathed with a cute little grin plastered on his face, "Maybe I should eat more streetdogs-"

"NO!" Eddie, Buck, and you collectively shouted in response to Alex's delirious comment. He was loaded into the ambulance beside Reggie's gurney.

"I'm gonna jump in with the other guy in the ambulance." You quickly informed your boyfriend and Eddie. Each shared a look before Eddie slammed his fist on the back of this ambulance. It rolled away, and you jogged to the one Hen was driving.

Buck was there giving you a hand into the back of the ambulance with one of the other paramedics. You couldn't meet his eye when you were staring at the unconscious but thankfully alive body of your little brother. Your eyes couldn't be pulled away even as the ambulance started driving away.

Buck momentarily stared after the leaving vehicle until it turned a corner leaving him with his crew and questions. Eddie kept by Buck's side on the return to the firetruck in unusual silence. It wasn't often that Buck was quiet.

"What do you think that was about?" Eddie inquired as the truck pulled onto the street to follow the ambulances to the hospital, "Y/N knew the conscious one-"

"-and the one in the ambulance she jumped in. Kept staring at him like he'd disappear out of her sight." Buck supplied, staring out the window to the passing buildings. His blue eyes are unable to focus on the looks Bobby was sending.

Bobby attempted to bring Buck into a conversation, but each attempt was a failure. Neither Bobby nor Eddie knew how to make him feel better or why he was feeling off. 

Whereas you kept a hawk-eye on your brother's stats the entirety of the drive. The ambulance had only just entered the parking lot when his stats dropped. A long beep sounded, alerting you that Luke's heart had stopped.

"Goddamnit." You swore as you started leaning over Luke to start compressions. In order to continue compressions, you clambered into the gurney as the back doors opened.

"Hold compressions!" Eddie exclaimed once, seeing the situation, "No pulse."

You continued even as the gurney entered the hospital, and a doctor was there, "We got it."

You did as the doctor had subtly implied by climbing off the gurney, leaving the medical professionals to continue. You followed your brother's unconscious body to the surprise of the 118; you had never tried to follow the patient. It was more of Buck's issue.

"Y/N, our job ends here. You know that." Bobby spoke with Hen, Chimney, Eddie and Buck flanking his sides. Your e/c eyes shifted between the brown of your Captain's eyes and the blue of your boyfriend's eyes.

"It doesn't end when I just did compressions on my little brother." You informed him, "Write me up. Suspend me if you want, but I need to be in there."

Bobby's eyes softened, "Your shift is almost over. Just come in early on your next shift; you can make breakfast."

"Thanks, Bobby." You softly informed the man who'd become both your boss and a pseudo father. He only nodded in response with your friends beside him with different expressions, "I should get in there."

Without waiting for another response, you'd already entered the ER through the ambulance bay sliding doors. You went straight to the nursing desk with sure steps.

"Hi, I was in the ambulance that brought in a young male teenager. Shaggy brunette hair, caucasian. He was in a separate ambulance from his two friends." You spoke once the head nurse had turned his attention to you, "He was getting compressions on his way in. Name Luke Patterson."

"Are you asking as a paramedic?" Jude questioned with his fingers tapping the keys of the computer. 

"No. He's my brother." You sighed, bringing the sympathetic brown eyes of Jude to look at you. The look changed a degree when he read the sentences on the screen.

"Are you aware your brother ran away from home? There's a social worker on her way."

Your jaw dropped in surprise, "Ran away? He ran away?!"

Jude flinched at the screech of words you accidentally released to both your and Jude's horror in the quiet ER. Jude turned the screen to show a digital missing person's poster with your brother's face on it.

"He's awake." Jude supplied, having deciphered and guessed correctly you'd gone a while without seeing your brother, "I'm off shift now, but I can bring you to him. I'll let the social worker know."

The nerves grew each step closer to the room your brother was stationed in for the time being with Reggie for comfort in the neighbouring bed. Part of you wished Luke would be asleep to avoid the confrontation about to happen. Only Luke's hazel eyes turned to see him in his pause of puking.

"Hey." You softly breathed into the quiet room. Luke's breath caught in his throat, "You ran away?"

"Guess we're more alike than we thought. We both run when it gets tough." Luke's words were all snark and poison to your heart. His hazel eyes glaring into your own eyes with anger that covered up the pain, "Hope this is just a delirious episode."

Your eyes squeezed closer, "Luke-"

"What? Are you gonna apologize for abandoning me? The only reason you're reaching out is that you happened to be the medic!"

You could physically feel your heart clench, "No. I tried reaching out. Mom and dad don't answer the phone. You didn't have a phone, and like hell, they'd give me the number either. The letters and-"

"Excuse me? Ms. Patterson." Both Luke and your attention shifted the entrance. A well put together woman stood with a clipboard, "I'm Beth. A social worker and I'm afraid you aren't allowed to speak with Luke alone."

"I'm his sister."

"Barely." Luke hissed, avoiding looking at you by looking over at Reggie, "I'd like to be alone."

"I can respect that. Here's my number if you need anything, Luke. Seriously, night or day, I'll answer. I know how it was living in that house, but you have someone to run to. Me." You firmly told the stubborn teenager, "Listen to Beth. You can't live on the streets Luke, it's not fair to you or anyone else. I'll ask my friend to keep an eye on you."

Had you not noticed Luke's jaw clenching, you'd have thought he hadn't heard you, "Whatever."

"Beth, have Reggie or Alex's parents come yet?"

Beth nodded, "I'm not supposed to reveal that, but yes Mr and Mrs Peters are talking to the doctor. Alex was moved into a room. They'll all make a full recovery."

You cast one last look at your little brother curled up in the hospital bed, a stark similarity to the night you returned home, only for your things.

It wasn't an accident you chose to return to your childhood home on Thursday night with the schedule on the fridge memorized. Every second Thursday, your mom attended the PTA meetings for Luke's school. Your father would be home but most likely asleep in his recliner, but if he was awake, it wouldn't be bad.

Your father was more lenient than your mother, even if he shared the same mentality.

"I was wondering when you'd come back," Mitch spoke from his recliner with the side table holding his drink. A glass of your mom's homemade lemonade, "Your mom-"

"I'm not staying." You firmly spoke on your way to the hallways where the bedrooms were positioned. You could hear the soft steps of your father's well-worn slippers.

"What?"

"Look, Dad, you can't leave the house, but I can. I'm not staying in this place with her stifling ideas. This is my life. Just because she decided to be a stay at home, mom doesn't mean she gets to make my decisions and live through me." You informed the man while shoving clothing, items, toiletries, among other things, in the suitcase.

"Y/N, firstly, that is not how to speak about your mother. She sacrificed to take care of this family. Luke looks up at you, don't give him a bad impression of our family."

"No."

"If you walk out that door without apologizing, then you are not welcome back until you do so." Mitch's voice came out in that fatherly authoritarian tone. The no-nonsense look in his eye nailing the coffin in your decision.

"I'm not apologizing for choosing a career of helping other people. Of being a step for someone to live and not die. So what if it's not a teacher, a lawyer or some other bullshit 'acceptable' career. I love you, dad. I love mom too and Luke. But I'm not subjecting myself to a desk job with no drive in it."

"Where will you stay?"

"I have a place. I'll call to talk with Luke. I won't 'poison' his mind with ill thoughts of mom. But I won't lie to him either."

Mitch was stock still as you glanced into the bedroom next to your childhood bedroom. Luke's room was still decorated with spaceships and stuffed animals. Your eyes watched the rising of Luke's back as he breathed from his curled up position.

You couldn't help but walk to kneel at his side. Your hand brushed his soft hair from his forehead. You drank in the look of pure content and innocence on his sleeping face.

"Y/N?" Luke mumbled with his bleary eyes blinking, "You're home."

"I have to head out. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Okay," Luke spoke mere seconds before his breathing evened out once more.

That was the last night you'd been in the home. Luke sat next to the landline phone the next night, waiting for a call that never came. Your parents had unhooked the line. Luke sat on a stool beside it for weeks before his hopes soured.

If only you'd known leaving your parents would mean souring your relationship with your brother. Than maybe you would have reached out for his benefit and your self-proclaiming selfishness

"Thought you'd need a ride," Buck spoke from his position leaning against the wall still in his uniform. There was definitely a new tension in the air between you and him, "We'll grab our things from the house than go home."

"Thank you." You softly spoke to Buck. The weight of keeping your family secret dragged your shoulders down. You couldn't help but wonder if this was gonna cause a fracture in your relationship.

"No matter what. I'll always be here." Buck told you with his arms coming to wrap around your shoulders. He led you through the ER, you'd waved at the shocked parents of both Alex and Reggie, "Who-"

"Luke's friends' parents."

"Okay, so your family lives just outside of the city in Los Felix?"

"Feliz. They live in Los Feliz, from what I know. I haven't been back since I was eighteen." You chuckled, "I want to stress that my parents are abusive or neglectful. Not even bad, but my mom had this idea of what my life should be like."

Buck hummed with his right arm around your waist, and his left casually balanced on his outstretched leg. A bottle of beer loosely gripped in his left hand.

"How old is Luke?"

"He'll be eighteen in August. When I left, he was ten." You mused, leaning into Buck's side, "I think that's why Maddie and I get along so well. We're both big sisters with a significant age gap to our brother."

Buck hummed, "Why did you keep it from me?"

"It hurt. It still hurts just thinking about it. They unhooked the landline the night after I went back for my things." You recalled the agony at having an olive branch snapped off, "I promised to call Luke, and I wasn't able to; they'd disconnected the landline. Imagining the look of hurt on Luke's face was enough to keep me from physically reaching out."

"I wish you had trusted me." Buck finally admitted with the last swig of his beer in the middle of his words, "We're engaged. We're looking at houses, but you never told me about your parents. About your brother. Above your life before the 118."

"Buck. I trust you with my life." You urgently informed the firefighter. Your hands cupped his cheeks to ensure his eyes focused on yours. You wanted him to see the truth, "You are the most important piece of my life. You and the 118 made me feel at home from the moment I joined. Buck, you are my family."

That look courtesy of his parents' actions faded ever so slightly from his eyes, "You guys are my family too."

"I'd like you to meet my little brother when we can reconcile." You announced into the cool summer night. Your drink had been long gone in the process of working through seeing your brother again, "I never thought I'd see him as a patient I'd have to help. Seeing him pale and unconscious nearly destroyed me."

"But he made it."

"He texted me 'didn't die' with the rock 'n roll hand emoji." You deadpanned, recalling the emotional two days for news. You were kinda shocked that Luke had even reached out at all.

Buck couldn't have successfully hidden his laugh if you weren't currently leaning against his body.

"So Albert found an apartment. He won't be moving with us." Buck changed the subject with the same ease he'd always held at knowing you. This was just another one of the moments you were thankful for having him by your side.

"So now there's not a reason to search for a bigger house?" You questioned with a crease between your eyebrows.

In the last two years, several significant changes have been impacting all areas of your life, especially the personal aspect. Buck had proposed during a picnic hike about a year ago with the mutual agreement for a long engagement; his parents didn't believe it was for anything other than pregnancy. Additionally, working in the same firehouse made planning difficult and then your apartment lease bringing the conversation of houses.

Originally Albert would rent part of the home out, so it needed at least three bedrooms.

"I mean, we don't have to not look. We've talked about children and settling down." Buck softly offered with a hesitant smile on his face, "I wanted to talk to you about it, but do you think we could talk about a possible time to start trying-"

"Y/N?"

The two adults went on high alert as Luke wandered into the gated garden your apartment building had. Buck's arm slid off your body as soon as you climbed to your feet at the sight of Luke.

"Luke?" You softly gasped, revelling in the sight of your little brother. Physically he looked fine with the addition of bloodshot eyes, "What's wrong?"

"I-I didn't have anywhere else to go." Luke choked out, sliding the battered old backpack off his shoulder onto the duffle at his feet. Luke's hazel eyes glimmering in the setting sun, "I got into a fight with mom and dad."

"Please tell me you didn't run away again." You heavily sighed in your movement to grab his backpack from the ground. Buck was quick to grab the duffle bag from the ground.

"I'll get the air mattress. Let Albert know not to bring his date home." Buck murmured in your ear low enough only you could hear, "I'll heat up the leftover Chinese."

The Patterson siblings watched as Buck entered the opening to the back of the building's secured backyard. Luke's backpack slung over his shoulder, and the duffle in his right hand.

"How did you find where I live?" You asked the emotionally seventeen-year-old with those puppy dog eyes. The eyes with the colour you wished you had inherited instead of your e/c.

"I saw 118 on the inside of the ambulance. I found the firehouse, and after procuring 'evidence', one of the paramedics told me where to find you." Luke shrugged, "I would have gone to Bobby's garage we use as a studio, but...he bailed on us. Reggie tries to get away from his place, and Alex's are assholes."

"The Peters are still married?" You scoffed, recalling the tense moments between little Reggie's parents. A cloud followed the couple around everywhere they went together, and Reggie was always caught in the middle.

"If-if this overstepping, I can find another place-" Luke began to respond on the walk down the inside hall to your apartment door.

"And make my struggle with the cursed object redundant?" Buck joked from the kitchen with a plate filled with warmed up food. Maybe the universe had a plan when Buck accidently over-ordered food from the restaurant.

"Luke, just stay here. You can have something to eat and rest up. But we need to talk about this. Running away is never a solution to your problems." Your stern voice reminded you of your mother when you broke the rules, "You need to let mom and dad know you're crashing at my place. They don't know my address."

"We got your back." Buck cemented to the quiet teenage boy that he saw a lot of himself in. A little kid living in the shadow left by an older sibling, only Luke's still lived.

"Oh!" You exclaimed with a shake of your head, "I'm sorry. Buck, this is my little brother Luke. Luke, this is Evan, my fiance."

Luke's eyes widened at the title, "Hi."

"Everyone calls me Buck."

Buck, Luke, and you shared stories of your lives in the times you'd gone without each other while Luke ate. By the time he shovelled the last bite of chow mein in his mouth, you'd caught up enough for the time being. He used the shower and settled into the air mattress sheets on the floor a fair distance from the couch Albert slept on.

"So I guess we'll be finding that house anyway?" Buck inquired under the stream of water from the showerhead. His hands massaging the shampoo into your scalp, the action intimate without a sexual motive behind it.

"How-"

"I could see it in your eye. We can see if your parents would be willing to meet up to talk about Luke. Maybe have him stay with us temporarily, give them space without your parents not knowing where he is." Buck murmured as he caressed your sides with his calloused hands. His forehead leaning down on your own forehead.

"I haven't been home in years. I'm not sure how they'd take us stepping on their toes."

"Then we tell them how it is. Their decision drove their youngest child away, and that almost killed him. He's almost eighteen, and then he can make his own legal decisions. Be the person we both wish had been there when we were his age."

And that's what you did. Buck and you met up with your parents at your childhood home to your horror and Buck's delight. He'd never gotten to see pictures of a younger you, but Maddie had brought his baby pictures for you to see the first time you met her. While your mom had fixed some of her lemonade Buck had toured the photos hanging on the wall.

The conversation itself was tense and combative, but in the end, your parents agreed that they'd prefer Luke to be safe than missing. Life was looking up. 

"Hey," Buck murmured with his arms wrapped around your midsection. His blonde scruff scratching your cheek as he slumped over you, "Is that-?"

"Evie's babysitter?" You supplied with a raised eyebrow towards your now husband's laser focus on your brother.

After your relationship with your parents started healing, you had walked down the aisle in white to Buck. You had settled into the dream house with Luke taking one of the bedrooms. The other bedroom put to use when you got pregnant with Evelyn, Evie for short, to your shared joy.

"He likes her." Buck teased, watching the interaction between the two young adults on the main floor of the 118 fire house.

Eight-month-old Evie chewed on a rattle in the arms of her careful hold of her babysitter, but Evie's eyes watched her uncle. Luke, however, was focused on the beautiful and smart girl he knew from high school; they knew of each other but never acknowledged each other. Luke had already graduated when they first came into each other's worlds. Julie threw herself into babysitting to distract herself from both music and her mother's death.

"She's why the band doesn't practice in our garage?" 

"It's a whole thing." You mused with a shake of your hand, "She lost her mom and music. By complete chance, he walked in on her, singing a song to settle Evie. One thing led to another, and Luke formed Julie and the Phantoms with her, Reggie and Alex."

"They formed a band?" Buck beamed, hearing the recent news, "I thought they'd never find their way back to it."

Around the time of your wedding, Bobby had a family emergency involving his uncle Trevor and his cousin Carrie. You'd gone back to work shortly only to be called to the scene of a fatal accident, the victim being Bobby Wilson.

"Julie is Luke's ideal girl. Good with kids, kind, smart, shy, and shares the same passion for music. They bring out the best in each other. They brought music back to each other." You informed your husband with that lovesick grin that was resigned solely for his impulsive ass.

"Kinda like us?"

"Yeah. Like us."

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Something Else

Paring- Luke Patterson x reader

Warnings- none, if there is let me know!!

Word Count- 1209

Summary- Julie’s friend is close with the boys, however there seems to be a different connection with Luke. What happens when Julie has enough with their obliviousness.

A/N- Hi! This is my first imagine so please be kind but please leave some constructive criticism for me!! I want to make these better! Here are a few thing that you can let me know on how I did-I tried to write it as gender neutral but I’m not sure if I did so if you could also let me know how I did with that it would be awesome! I tried the you format of writing so tell me if you like that or if you would prefer the I/me format. Thank you so much!! Also gif is not mine, credit to the owner.

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His smile is what drew you in.

No matter the day, you could always find him with a smile. His smile seemed to be the brightest thing in this world. And when he smiled at you, the whole world disappeared.

After finding out that Julie had created a band, you quickly went to meet them and started wondering who these people were and wanted to thank them for bringing music back into her life. As you neared the garage, you heard multiple voices. You knocked quickly and opened the door.

"Hey, Julie. Your dad said I'd find you out here." you said, looking at the three mysterious boys that filled up the seats.

"Oh, hey y/n." Julie said, her eyes growing wide as if you had just caught her in something.

She came up to you and gave you a hug, which diverted your eyes to her face instead of the strangers. A smile soon settled on her face. After smiling back, eyes drifted back to the boys.

You stood there a moment before mentioning the elephants in the room.

"Are you going to introduce me to your friends or are we just going to keep ignoring them."

"You-you can see them?" Julie asked.

"They can see us?" One of the boys with what seems to be a hatred of sleeves followed.

"Umm... yes? Am I not supposed to see people anymore or...?"

"How is that possible?" The one that was holding drumsticks said.

"Um, Julie, is everything okay? Like am I dreaming or are there actually three cute boys here?"

Lastly the boy with a flannel tied around his waste said, "Huh, they think we're cute."

Looking back at Julie, you gave her a look, not feeling like dealing with this crap today.

"How about you sit down, this is kind of a confusing story."

Following Julie to the couch, you just sat and listened. Supposedly these guys died in 1995 and they were a band, or are now as well just under a different name. Oh yeah, and the only person who can see them without playing music with Julie was herself, that is until you.

"Wait, so why can you see us?" The one you now know as Alex questioned.

"I-I don't know."

"Well I guess we will just have to find out together." Julie said, hooking her arm through yours.

You looked at her and gave her a smile, then slowly looked at each of the boys, landing on Luke last. And of course on his face was that smile that would become the death of you.

Hanging out with the boys and Julie after school became a normal thing, and when Flynn officially knew about them, it seemed to be even more often of an occurrence.

By spending time with the band, you slowly became closer with them all. Alex was like a big brother, and you both always seemed to have the same mindset of things and tried to keep the others out of trouble. Reggie bonded with you on your share of movies, and of course you showed him all that he missed. Finally, there was Luke. You became closest with him, and maybe that was why you learned that you could touch them.

This brought a whole new level of comfort to the guys, knowing that they wouldn't be just ghosts but that they had a sense that they were real really helped them, especially Luke who seemed to be the most touch starved out of all of them. This perhaps was the reason you could tell that what you both had was different compared to the other guys. You could feel your cheeks blush when he smiled at you, or the butterflies in your stomach go crazy when he asked to run your fingers through his hair. Slowly, you figured out that you were growing feelings for the ghost, and Julie and Flynn quickly caught on as they caught your stares and heated cheeks.

This however brought a discussion from Flynn, who was not happy with what was going on. You knew that you wouldn't be able to act on these feelings since he was a ghost, but you didn't think he felt the same anyways. You assured the girls that, though Julie did not seem convinced.

One afternoon you was hanging out in the garage, waiting for Julie to come back, and the only thing that was on your mind was his smile.

Suddenly you heard a whoosh.

"Hey y/n...", Luke said with that darn smile on his face.

"Hey Luke..." you mimicked.

He sat down on the couch-ahem sorry his couch- next to you, laying his head on your lap. Your hand immediately started playing with his messy brown locks.

"Watch ya doin'?", he said, his eyes locking with yours.

"Oh, I'm just waiting for Julie to come back. She had left saying she needed to get a glass of water.”

Luke's smile was then replaced by a quizzical look.

"She just left to go to Flynn's."

"Wait, what?"

You couldn't believe this. She left to go see Flynn without you. What on Earth could she be planning?

"Yeah, she said that she needed to talk to Flynn and that there was something out here I had to deal with."

Your face mirrored his. What is Julie up to?

Slowly, a smile spread across his face. That darn smile made you forget all about Julie and whatever her evil plans could be.

Luke sat up, and turned to face you, that smile still lighting up his face.

"Now I don't really think that Julie had anything she needed me to do."

"What do you mean?" You wouldn't consider yourself a clueless person, but you are completely lost.

"Come on y/n, you can't be this dense." As he said this, he moved closer to you, a hand reaching to push away a peace of hair that was in your face. His hand lingered on your cheek before he dropped it to his lap.

A blush spread across your face. "I-I don't understand. Wha-what's going on?"

Luke slowly moved his face closer to yours and your breath hitched. He quickly looked at your lips, and then back to your eyes.

"Why do you think Julie would want us to be alone?"

Looking into his eyes, all train of thoughts left your mind. You stared at his lips, and then they found their way back to his eyes. Luke leaned even closer and just before your lips were to touch, he pulled away.

He got up off the couch and started making his way to the door. "Now, y/n, if you figure out what Julie wanted us to figure out, come find me." And with that, he turned around and gave you a quick wink with that smile still on his face and left.

You stayed on the couch, dumbfounded for a moment, and then suddenly your brain started up again and you jumped off the couch.

"Luke Patterson you come back here!"

As you left the garage, you heard his laugh getting farther away. A smile slowly spread across your face as you chased after him.

Luke Patterson was something else.

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