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Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Casey Novak x autistic fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Graphic sex, oral, fingering, language, homophobia, homophobic slurs. Word count: 2,443 "Onions and relish!?" you observed, watching Casey scoop condiments onto a ballpark hot dog. Your face screwed up. "Gross."

"I've got highbrow taste," Casey retorted, glancing at yours. "And you shouldn't talk. Ketchup and mustard? Are you five?"

"It's a classic," you argued, both pushing your way through the crowded line of Yankees fans waiting for their own ballpark snacks.

You returned to your seats, up in the nosebleeds along with a scattering of other die-hard baseball fans, the humming of a summertime crowd and the buzzing of the lights wrapping around you like a blanket. You heard the crack of a bat, and both you and Casey froze, watching the field.

"Yes!" you yelled, pumping your fist in the air as your team–the Cardinals–drove in another run. "Fuckin' Redbirds!"

Normally, you'd be a lot more self-conscious about drawing attention to yourself in a crowd like this–almost exclusively Yankees fans, including your girlfriend. When the Yankees weren't playing the Cardinals, you wore some of Casey's Yankees gear and cheered them on with her. But the Cardinals? They'd been your family's team for generations. You'd grown up on Pujols and Molina and Wainwright, and you were nothing if not loyal. But in this crowd, you stood out amongst the black-and-white like a red thumb. Casey had looked embarrassed, and you'd worried for a moment that she really was bothered by your vocal support of the away team.

"Am I embarrassing you?" you'd asked.

"Yes."

"In a bad way?"

Casey looked at you and smiled at your serious expression. "No, honey. Like, embarrassing but it's endearing. Does that make sense?"

You thought about it for a moment. "I think so. You would tell me if I was bad embarrassing?"

"I would," she confirmed, patting your hand.

It was one of your favorite things about Casey that she was so patient when you misread or didn't understand social cues. She never made fun of you. She always explained, and she always reassured you when you were afraid you'd done something wrong.

But this time it was definitely Casey who had done something wrong. You watched her shove a bite of hot dog into her mouth, beautifully messy, as always when she wasn't at work.

"Your whole mouth is gonna taste like pickles for the rest of the night," you muttered, taking a bite of your own hot dog.

She looked at you, smirking. "And why are you so concerned about my mouth, huh?"

You blushed. "No reason..."

"Mmhm." She took another bite, smug, then grasped your chin, pulling you to her for a kiss. Her lips were salty with sweat, and she smelled like the ballpark dust and the leather of her glove. She was intoxicating, but then you always felt lightheaded when Casey kissed you. Something about the stadium lights and the summer heat just made you that much more dazed.

"That's fuckin' hot," you heard someone say behind you. You shrank and glanced back, Casey's hand squeezing yours protectively. Two men, unshaven, with beers to go with their beer bellies, leered at you from the row behind.

"Nobody asked you, asshole," Casey shot back, flipping him off. You avoided eye contact with them, trying to make yourself smaller. Having grown up in the south, you'd been in enough unsafe situations because of your sexuality that your go-to defense was to ignore and hide. Casey's was not. She was tall and strong, and she'd grown up with absolute confidence in who and what she was.

Your nostrils flared in disgust as one of the men licked his lips, raking his eyes up and down Casey's body.

"What's a hot piece like you doing with a dyke? You oughta let a real man take you for a spin."

Casey stood and pushed him–hard. The man reeled, sloshing his beer all over his front. "You better shut your fucking mouth or I'll shut it for you," she growled.

The man's arm shot out, grabbing Casey by the back of her head. He dug his fingers into her hair to pull her closer. "That's okay, honey," he said. "I like 'em feisty."

Any fear you had dissipated into white hot anger as you watched, as if in slow motion. You, however, were not stuck in slow motion. Without thinking, you lunged forward, grabbed the man's wrist, and wrenched it back until he squealed. You shoved Casey behind you.

"Get your fucking hands off her!" you spat, puffing yourself up as you stood between him and your girlfriend. Which, considering your diminutive height, probably didn't do a whole lot to deter him.

Your teeth clenched and your whole body buzzed with rage. It took a lot to make you angry, but you were spitting angry now. All you knew was that no one–no one–was going touch Casey on your watch.

The man laughed, knocking your cap off your head with a swipe of his finger. "And what are you gonna do about it, Tiny Tim? Or should I say Tiny Tina?"

Without warning and, for once, without considering the consequences, you slammed your first into his groin as hard as you could which, considering you played softball, was pretty damn hard. It was a perk of your height that you were at the optimal angle to punch someone in the dick.

The man doubled over, coughing, and spilled the rest of his beer. "Fuckin' dykes," he muttered. He motioned to his friend, cupping his balls, and they sidled off. Probably looking for another section to harass women in.

You let out a shaky breath and turned to face Casey, your heart beating rapidly as the adrenaline faded and the nerves returned.

"Are you okay?" you asked, frantically looking her over, placing a gentle hand at the back of her head where the man had grabbed her.

You hardly noticed Casey watching you, biting her lip. You were too concerned with making sure she was safe and unharmed. As you rambled, checking her hands and neck and hair and face for any signs of hurt, Casey stared.

Finally, she interrupted you. "Y/N."

You stopped and made yourself meet her eyes.

"I think we should go." She looked at you pointedly.

You face fell. "Oh, love. I'm so sorry. We can go home if it'll make you feel better."

"No, that's not why."

A look of confusion crossed your face.

"We should go home because we have things to do."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "I don't understand what you're saying, Casey."

She stepped closer, placing your hat back on your head and her arms on your shoulders. Her expression was self-satisfied as she leaned in, so close you could feel her breath, and whispered into your ear.

"Y/N," she breathed. "I need to do things. To you. Now."

"Oh," you said, the realization hitting you. "Oh my god. Okay."

You started gathering your things, then stopped and glanced at her. "From this? Really?"

"Y/N," she said, cheeks already flushed. "Don't make me wait. I'm gonna have a hard enough time making it home."

You tried to hide the mixture of shock and excitement on your face as you left the stadium, walking by the now abandoned concession stands and into the quiet parking lot.

"What's the alternative?" you asked her as you climbed into the driver's seat.

"What?"

"To making it home. You said you were gonna have a hard time making it home. But, like, where else would we–"

You were cut off by Casey's lips on yours, her breath hot and desperate as she grabbed your collar. She slid her tongue into your mouth, her teeth clacking against yours as she surged toward you, pushing for more.

When you separated, you both breathed heavily. Casey's face was flushed with lust. "If it were up to me," she said, leaning back in the seat. "I would've fucked you in the ballpark bathroom. I'd take you right here in the car. But I know that's not your style, so for the love of god..." Her eyes bored into you. "Drive."

Usually a slow driver, you made it back to Casey's apartment in record time. And, true to her word, Casey did have a hard time making it to the apartment, stopping at every chance she got–stoplights, outside the car door, in the elevator, the hallway–to kiss your neck, your mouth, undoing buttons of your Cardinals jersey as you went. Her hands slipped inside your shirt whenever you stopped for so much as a second.

When she finally got you into her bedroom, she was ravenous, tugging your clothes off and tossing them to the side with a singular focus. Her eyes were glazed and her face red as she struggled with your bra clasps.

"Fucking hell," she muttered, her fingers fumbling.

"Jesus, Casey," you said, reaching back to do them for her. "Calm down."

She groaned, letting her eyes rove over your now nude body, pushing you gently but forcefully on your back. She pecked you on the lips, then took your bottom lip between her teeth. You gasped, filled with both pain and pleasure. When she let you go, she was grinning.

"I'm gonna make you feel so..." She kissed your neck. "Fucking." Your collarbone. "Good." She lowered herself over you and pressed her mouth into yours, breathing you in, letting her tongue roam freely.

You moaned, arching your back. "Don't hold back on me now," she growled, leaving bite marks down your neck and across your chest. Usually quiet, you gave yourself permission to make some noise. After all, it drove Casey crazy.

"Fuck, Casey," you whined as she swirled her tongue across your nipples, first one and then the other, her hands pressing just above your hips. You writhed into her, squirming for more, your center already sopping wet.

"Tell me what you want," Casey said, trailing her tongue from your chest down to your stomach.

You struggled against her hands, pressing you into the bed. "Come on," you complained, nearly begging.

"Tell me," Casey said again, more forcefully, her fingers grazing over your clit.

You saw stars. "Fuck me."

Casey chuckled, her low voice vibrating against your already swollen clit. "That's my girl."

You gasped as she sucked your clit between her lips, swishing her tongue back and forth, back and forth. Her arms pinned your thighs in place, holding your writhing body tight. You heaved and moaned as you pushed Casey's head into your center. Her hair was soft and damp with sweat under your fingers, and you felt desperate for her as you chased your high.

She waited until you were nearly bursting, your breath hitching and your back arched against her, then pulled quickly away, wiping her mouth.

You gasped frantically. "What the fuck, Casey!?"

"Shh," she commanded, crawling back up your body and grabbing your chin. She straddled your hips, her own soaked center resting over yours.

"Casey, please," you begged, your eyes fluttering shut, the need of her flooding you.

"Don't close your eyes, honey. Look at me."

You huffed but opened your eyes, staring defiantly into hers, green and hungry and lustful.

She held your face still with one hand, then crept back down your body with the other. You let out a moan, squirming.

"Now arch your back for me," she said, the heel of her palm pressing hard into your clit.

Your body nearly exploded with the sensation, and you thrust into her with everything you had. You grabbed at Casey, pulling her into you, elated to know that she was using you, too, unable to put off her own pleasure any longer.

Your breath came faster and faster, your body jerking into Casey as Casey thrust toward you. You watched each other, both on the brink of losing control. Casey moaned, shutting her eyes briefly before squeezing your chin and staring at you.

"Now," she said.

And that one word was all it took. Your body shook against Casey's, your hips riding into her again and again, desperate for the friction as you moaned. She did the same, her nails digging into the skin at the top of your throat as she rode out her own orgasm. It felt like the two of you were hurtling across space, starbursts and supernovas and whole galaxies flashing inside you as you held onto one another. You quivered against her as the fireworks dissipated, spent and sweaty and heaving.

Casey grinned and planted kisses across your collarbone, counting. "One. Two. Three..."

You laughed and groaned. "Casey," you protested.

She'd discovered early on that, if she timed it right, she could make you come indefinitely. The only thing that stopped her was you getting overstimulated.

"Twenty-two," she finished and, once again, pressed the heel of her hand into your clit, harder and harder until she had you ready again, your hands grasping the bedsheets.

Your orgasm washed over you again, like a wave this time, pouring over you from head to toe.

Casey started in again, this time with her lips at the back of your knees. "One. Two..."

By the fifth round, you were nearly delirious, and Casey was salivating.

"Casey," you groaned, your body still pressing into her hand, almost against your will. "It's too much."

"Come on, sweetheart," she said, kissing you roughly. "Give me one more."

She continued grinding her hand into you, meshing her lips with yours, her tongue roving. Your breath caught and you moaned into her mouth, your orgasm taking you over one final, quaking time.

Casey cradled your head in the crook of her arm as you continued to shake, finally letting you relax.

"Thank you," she whispered, peppering your face with kisses.

You scrunched your nose. "For what? Letting you beat your record?"

"Well, that, too." She chuckled, deep and throaty, then brushed your sweaty bangs out of your face. "For protecting me. From that asshole."

You turned to her and tucked her hair behind her ear, running your thumb across her eyebrow.

"I would die before I let someone hurt you." Your voice was so quiet that, had anyone else been in the room, even they wouldn't have been able to hear. But you did. And Casey did.

She looked at you for a moment, then leaned down and kissed your forehead, hard and purposeful.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too."

You lost yourself in her arms for a bit as she ran a hand absentmindedly through your hair.

"We should go to more baseball games," Casey mused after a while.

You laughed. "Only if there's no relish involved."

"Deal."

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writingkitten · 8 months

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what about favourite places the Molina boys like to fuck you? Hope you are feeling better x

Thank you, I am!!!! Sorry, I know this is an old ask, and there are even older asks I haven’t answered. I’m trying to it’s just my life is kinda wild right now

Ricky: ooooh omg okay so I’d say bed because he’s a little more traditional and loves making love to you in a safe space, but I’d also like to offer this as a fun public option: a jail cell. Dude. Fucking you against the bars, handcuffed. (CAREFULLY!!) Using a baton to spank you, just enough to sting and leave bruises, then using it to fuck you… oh god do I have another wip????

Robert: a movie theater, especially if it’s during the premiere of one of his films. He can’t help but feel very powerful at those, and he wants to use the power on you as he fucks your mouth in the back of the theater, then makes you cockwarm him until he’s hard again while he plays with your clit

Harold: on the balcony while it’s raining, because he’s such a romantic and loves the rain. Hearing your breathy sighs mixed with the sound our rain and the smell of ozone? Oh man it’s heaven to him

Otto: in a classroom, probably pretending to hold you back for some sort of indiscretion so he can punish you. ORRRRRRR while his students are taking an exam, so you have to suck his cock under his desk and be super careful not to get caught

Doc Ock: in his lab, probably pinned down to his workbench with the actuators. Maybe roleplays a little mad scientist thing, he probably would have toys (that he made!!!) hidden under the bench and he’ll experiment on you with those

Harding: somewhere at the hospital, likely 311 or an empty patient’s room. If it’s the 311, he loves to role play that you’ve made a mistake and then punish you for it

Edelweiss: in the morgue. Because it’s him. Don’t worry, no bodies are laying out while you’re suckin it sloppy

Chandler: similar to Ricardo, an interrogation room, because he wants to make you sweat. He asks you inappropriate questions like “why are you so wet?” “how good of a little cocksucker are you?” etc. And you are DEFINITELY handcuffed

Big Boss: anywhere. Literally, man’s gotta get his dick wet 24/7. Probably loves public spaces, because he wants people to hear how well he fucks you

Andres: at his villa in Mexico that overlooks the pacific, probably is licking sangria off your skin

Boris: sweet baby boyyy probably just the bed, he’s very simple with his pleasure and as long as you’re involved he’s happy (and hard)

Dunlop: in the back of a military hummer, especially one that’s locked up and in a restricted area that he’s allowed in but you’re not so y’all gotta be careful, but he’s not being careful he wants you to scream and squirt all over the equipment

Arden: in a ufo (jk) ummmmm probably at a bar, discreetly having you sit on his lap in a booth at the back of the room, rubbing your clit while you order a drink, get drunker and drunker until he doesn’t care anymore and just bounces you up and down

Jim: anywhere in his home, he’s kinda reclusive so I don’t think he’d want to do it anywhere but there, but he’s down to fuck you on every surface of the house

Jimmy: his workshop, similar to Doc (less mad scientist, more “hey honey I made you some toys, let’s try ‘em out 😉”

Armand: in the forest, because, similar to Harold with the rain, he loves the smell. Especially if it’s a pine or juniper forest, and ESPECIALLY if you’re tied to a tree

Manuel: IN CHUUUUUUUUURCH YOU ABOUT TO SING YOUR PRAISES TO GOD (him) HES GONNA MAKE YOU CUM IN THE CONFESSIONAL

Maxim: in his luxurious penthouse suite, in the giant bed with satin sheets and your hands tied to the headboard

Hank: in his mayoral office, and he leaves the stains for as long as he can because he likes the reminders and is gross (in a great way). He loves fucking you in his office chair at his desk, it makes him feel so powerful

Oswald: in his private office, especially if it’s looking down on his lounge because he looks he’s the idea that he can fuck you against the glass and, at any moment, someone could look up and see just how good he’s owning you (credit: @chrism02)

Dick: in a bookstore (so cliche for a writer lmao) but the smell of books can be intoxicating, especially in the erotic section. Reads the dirtiest books to you while you sit on his lap, secretly cockwarming him

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compneuropapers · 2 years

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Interesting Papers for Week 39, 2022

Modeling the effects of environmental and perceptual uncertainty using deterministic reinforcement learning dynamics with partial observability. Barfuss, W., & Mann, R. P. (2022). Physical Review E, 105(3), 034409.

Disinhibitory Circuitry Gates Associative Synaptic Plasticity in Olfactory Cortex. Canto-Bustos, M., Friason, F. K., Bassi, C., & Oswald, A.-M. M. (2022). Journal of Neuroscience, 42(14), 2942–2950.

Complementary encoding of spatial information in hippocampal astrocytes. Curreli, S., Bonato, J., Romanzi, S., Panzeri, S., & Fellin, T. (2022). PLOS Biology, 20(3), e3001530.

Visual distance perception indoors, outdoors, and in the dark. Dukes, J. M., Norman, J. F., & Shartzer, C. D. (2022). Vision Research, 194, 107992.

Orthogonal representations for robust context-dependent task performance in brains and neural networks. Flesch, T., Juechems, K., Dumbalska, T., Saxe, A., & Summerfield, C. (2022). Neuron, 110(7), 1258-1270.e11.

An incentive circuit for memory dynamics in the mushroom body of Drosophila melanogaster. Gkanias, E., McCurdy, L. Y., Nitabach, M. N., & Webb, B. (2022). eLife, 11, e75611.

First-order visual interneurons distribute distinct contrast and luminance information across ON and OFF pathways to achieve stable behavior. Ketkar, M. D., Gür, B., Molina-Obando, S., Ioannidou, M., Martelli, C., & Silies, M. (2022). eLife, 11, e74937.

Novelty detection in early olfactory processing of the honey bee, Apis mellifera. Lei, H., Haney, S., Jernigan, C. M., Guo, X., Cook, C. N., Bazhenov, M., & Smith, B. H. (2022). PLOS ONE, 17(3), e0265009.

Corticofugal regulation of predictive coding. Lesicko, A. M., Angeloni, C. F., Blackwell, J. M., De Biasi, M., & Geffen, M. N. (2022). eLife, 11, e73289.

Hippocampal Representations of Event Structure and Temporal Context during Episodic Temporal Order Memory. Liu, C., Ye, Z., Chen, C., Axmacher, N., & Xue, G. (2022). Cerebral Cortex, 32(7), 1520–1534.

ProBDNF Dependence of LTD and Fear Extinction Learning in the Amygdala of Adult Mice. Ma, X., Vuyyuru, H., Munsch, T., Endres, T., Lessmann, V., & Meis, S. (2022). Cerebral Cortex, 32(7), 1350–1364.

Suppression weakens unwanted memories via a sustained reduction of neural reactivation. Meyer, A.-K., & Benoit, R. G. (2022). eLife, 11, e71309.

The relationship between mechanisms for curvature and Vernier detections. Morita, M. M., & Sato, T. (2022). Vision Research, 194, 107993.

Visual segmentation of complex naturalistic structures in an infant eye-tracking search task. Schlegelmilch, K., & Wertz, A. E. (2022). PLOS ONE, 17(4), e0266158.

On the cortical mapping function – Visual space, cortical space, and crowding. Strasburger, H. (2022). Vision Research, 194, 107972.

Hummingbirds modify their routes to avoid a poor location. Tello-Ramos, M. C., Hurly, T. A., Barclay, M., & Healy, S. D. (2022). Learning & Behavior, 50(1), 89–98.

A Drosophila Circuit for Habituation Override. Trisal, S., Aranha, M., Chodankar, A., VijayRaghavan, K., & Ramaswami, M. (2022). Journal of Neuroscience, 42(14), 2930–2941.

Predictive coding of natural images by V1 firing rates and rhythmic synchronization. Uran, C., Peter, A., Lazar, A., Barnes, W., Klon-Lipok, J., Shapcott, K. A., … Vinck, M. (2022). Neuron, 110(7), 1240-1257.e8.

Strong Gamma Frequency Oscillations in the Adolescent Prefrontal Cortex. Wang, Z., Singh, B., Zhou, X., & Constantinidis, C. (2022). Journal of Neuroscience, 42(14), 2917–2929.

Distinct Causal Influences of Dorsolateral Prefrontal Cortex and Posterior Parietal Cortex in Multiple-Option Decision Making. Woo, T.-F., Law, C.-K., Ting, K.-H., Chan, C. C. H., Kolling, N., Watanabe, K., & Chau, B. K. H. (2022). Cerebral Cortex, 32(7), 1390–1404.

#science #Neuroscience #computational neuroscience #Brain science #research #neurobiology #neurons #cognition #cognitive science #psychophysics #neural networks #neural computation #scientific publications #predictive coding

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polskiperson · 11 months

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Bloodlust

Edward Cullen x Fem Reader

⚠️DISCLAIMER!! THIS IS SUPPOSDD TO BE REALLY BAD, IM NOT THAT BAD OF A WRITER!! THIS WAS MADE AS A JOKE!!⚠️

Summary: You've just moved to Forks, Washington, and meet a mysterious guy in your English class...

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You slowly dragged yourself out of the bathroom and began to get ready for your first day at school. "Honey! I made breakfast!" Your mum shouts from downstairs "Okay! Coming Ma!" You yell back, waddling to your closet to pick out your outfit.

You stare at yourself in the mirror as you examine your outfit, jeans, old grey worn-out trainers, and a brown oversized hoodie, plus a muted green rain jacket. You quickly brush your hair and clip part of it up in a messy half up half down look and just leave it at that. Who has time to do anything better? Not you. You don't really care how you look anyway. You're not like other girls.

You jog down the stairs and sit at the tiny round wooden table. "Here baby, your favourite, for your first day," your mum says, with a wink. "Thanks Ma," you reply with a half smile, internally dredding the day to come.

Once you finish breakfast, you head out and get in your truck, turning on the radio. You start the car and your favourite song plays. Wicked games by Chris Isaak. Before you know it, you're at school. Forks high school.

You step out of the bus and stare up at it. Thinking of all the ways today could possibly go wrong. What if you trip in the hall? What if I get called on in class? What if i- "Hey! you're new right?" A cheerful girl jumps in front to you. "I'm Jessica! Jess, it's great to meet you!" She says, slightly tilting her head and looking at you with a wide genuine smile, holding her hand out to you for a handshake. "Wh- oh, um.. hi?" You stutter, still a little stunned.

You slowly reach for her hand and she shakes it excitedly, holding it tight and the using it to drag you with her. Without the chance to think, you're already surrounded by a group of people. "Go on! Introduce yourself!" She says, her high-pitched voice ringing in your eardrums. "Umm..." you hesitate, looking at the people in front of you, staring intently, waiting for you to continue. "I-I'm, umm... I'm y/n" you force, with a lopsided smile. "Well, you already know who I am!" Jess interrupts one of the guys in front of you "so... this is Mike, Angela, Eric and Tyler!" She lists the all off, pointing at each person as she says their name and they each give a slight wave when introduced.

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First class of the day, and you're already late. In your defence, it was mainly Jessica's fault because she insisted on giving you a tour of the school before class and lead you to the complete furthest place from your first class, unbeknownst to you of course, until she told you once the bell rang.

You pause outside the classroom, hearing student chatting and using the noise as your unnoticed entrance in. Pearing in, you don't see a teacher and simply sit at an empty seat at the back of the class. Invisible, unnoticed by anyone. Just the way you wanted. "Morning class! Sorry I'm late," a tall man walks into the class, holding a breakfast, setting it down on the desk. "To the new student in class, I'm Mister Molina, welcome to my english class " He says with a smile, pointing directly at you, guiding the whole class to divert their attention to you.

A simple wave is all you manage before you cower behind your hands and drop your head on the desk, covering your face with your arms. Why did he do that? You think to yourself. Wha does the class think of you now? What will- "Ah! Mister Cullen, nice of you to finally arrive," Mr Molina says, sarcastically. Your thoughts are interrupted once again. You look up from your arms and see a tall, dark-haired boy standing up front. He makes eye contact with you, and your heart beats. He blinks and looks away, and you can feel yourself feeling... disappointed?

"There's a seat at the back for you," Mr Molina says, pointing at the seet next to you. The guy looks towards you, purposefully avoiding eye contact and walking to sit next to you. He sits, tense, staring straight at the desk in front of him. For the entire class, he didn't look up from the desk. Not even when the teacher called on him. Thankfully, the bell rang, and you never got up faster. Walking with your hood up in the hallway and straight to your next class.

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Finally, you reached the end of the school day. You walk out of the building and head towards your car, already holding books from every class filled with assignments and homework. "Hey y/n!," a familiarly high-pitched voice catches your attention. "Uhh, hey," you reply quietly. "So, the guys are thinking about going to the library to study right now. Do you want to come?" She asks. "Uh... sorry, I was just going to study by myself tonight. Uh- thanks, though. " You give her a subtle smile, and she gives you an understanding look.

A few moments after she walks away, you go to enter your truck when suddenly you hear wheels screeching and someone shouting. You turn around to see a car swirving and drifting towards you. Before you have time to react, you flintcg and close your eyes.

*CLANK*

You slowly open your eyes to see that guy from English holding you, one arm against the side of the car. A huge dent kn the car door where his arm is pressed. You look in shock at him and lock eyes. His face inches from yours, your breath hitches in your through, and time stops for a moment. "Oh my god! Are you OK! I'm so so sorry!" Tyler's voice echos in your head. You look up and see him sitting in the driver's seat of the car. The guy is quickly gone from your side and jogging away before you could even stand up. A whole crowd of people rush to the scene, and you stand up slowly. Still speachless.

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The next day...

Walking through the hallway is a nightmare. The stared of concern and pity from what happened yesterday is almost overwhelming, and the day couldn't possibly get worse. You stand in front of your locker and begin to open it when a dark figure leans on the locker next to you. You turn to look and it's the guy from English. "Hey, we haven't officially met, I'm uh, Edward..." He says, not making eye contact once. "H-hey, I'm y/n," you stare up at him, heart beating fast. Why do you get so nervous around him? "Uh.. you OK? You hurt?" He asks you, and you stare silently at him, forgetting all that happened the day before. "Yesterday, the truck. You alright?" You snap back to reality and nod your head. "Thanks to you. You kn- know that was really impressive," you say, tucking your hair behind your ear. "What?" He says, looking around. "You stopped the car by yourself. At the speed it was going, I'm surprised we're not both dead," you say with a breathy chuckle. "He looks at you for the first time during your while interaction. " Yeah, uhh, about that... could you not make a big deal about that whole thing? You know, I'm trying to keep attention off of me, yeah? He looks you up and down, and your heart skips a beat. "Uh- yeah!" Of course," you reply, and he walks away.

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Saturday...

You plan to have a quiet day in. Do some reading, study, whatever. Your mum is out of town for the weekend so you have some time by yourself. To other girls your age, this would mean parties and boys at home, but not for you. You're not like other girls. You only plan to drink tea and read all day and all night.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

You flinch, not expecting anyone right now. You walk towards the front door and look into the peep hole. Edward? He's standing on the other side, looking around as if he is worried someone will see him there. You open the door and peer at him, confused. "E-Edward? What are you doing here? You stutter, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Sorry to just show up like this, I just wanted to check up on you," He rubs the back of his neck. "Can I come in?" You nod your head and gesture for him to come in. Maybe you were wrong about the no boys thing.

There's no denying that Edward is attractive. And there's no denying the tension between you and him. You feel a strange connection with him, and it seems he does, too. Why else would he be here right now? "Again, sorry for barging in, I just- I just wanted to talk," he walks into the hallway and turns to face you. "Talk about what?" You play with the ends of your hair and walk to the living room. He follows you. "Well, I did save you from getting seriously hurt, and I thought you might want to get to know your savior," he rubs the back of his neck again, head tilted down but he maintains eye contact.

"Oh -" you blink up at him. "Yeah, that makes sense,". You gesture for him to sit down on the sofa. "You want anything to drink?" You ask him politely, hesitating to sit. "No, I'm alright," he examines the room. You sit down next to him. "So...what do you w-want to talk about,". His focus shifts to you, and he smiles. "Well, I don't really know a lot about you, so tell me about yourself,".

You talk for what feels like hours, and the more you talk, the closer he seems to get. But now you're both sitting in an awkward silence, with nothing left to talk about. "Uh- I'm going to go make some coffee," you stand. "Want some?" You walk towards the kitchen. "No, I'm okay," he replies, and you start to wonder around the kitchen. You're too distracted to realise Edward is walking to the kitchen until you see him in the corner of your eye. It starless you, causing you to trip over your own feet and trip.

"Careful," Edward gently holds your arms on his chest, and you can feel his chest vibrate against your head. You stand up straight and look up at him. you're faces inches apart. It's silent but not awkward. Your lips are almost touching. You look at his lips, then his eyes, and he does the same. You go on the tip toes to reach him, and your lips finally reach his.

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occasionalsimp · 2 years

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Goblin is doc ock simp #1

#there's a reason he called him honey #octogoblin #otto octavius x norman osborn #spider man: no way home #norman osborn #green goblin #doctor octavius #doctor octopus #doc ock #alfred molina #willem dafoe #otto octavius

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dragonflyace · 3 years

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Fictional Characters that have ADHD, Autism, or both because I, a person with both, say so (and I won’t take criticism)

These are just opinions please don't attack me. I'll gladly explain some of them, but others are hard to explain past "I just have a feeling". Since there are so many, I won't be able to do any explanations. I might do separate posts on some, but I won't be able to do all of them. These are just based on things I've seen.

Post will start below the cut

(Also I am definitely going to forget a lot, but if you have any that you want to add reply or reblog with some!!)

Henry Hart, Charlotte Page, Jasper Dunlop, and Captain Man from Henry Danger

Adrien Agreste, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and Kagami Tsurugi from Miraculous Ladybug

Billy and Tommy Maximoff in Wandavision

Yelena Belova from Black Widow

Reggie Peters, Luke Patterson, Alex Mercer, Julie Molina, Willie, and Nick from Julie and the Phantoms

Big Red, Ashlyn Caswell, Ricky Bowen, and Seb Matthew-Smith from High School Musical: The Musical: The Series

Newt Scamander and Jacob Kowalski from Fantastic Beasts

Every Weasley child (this one I'm standing hard behind), Arthur Weasley, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Remus Lupin, and Tonks from Harry Potter

Every kid in Percy Jackson canonically has ADHD, but some characters feel autistic.

All 3 Baudelaire and Quagmire siblings from A Series of Unfortunate Events

Hiro Hamada, Honey Lemon, Fred, and Wasabi from Big Hero 6

Star Lord, Bruce Banner, Carol Danvers, and Steve Rogers from Avengers Franchise

Shang-Chi and Katy from Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings

Bill and Ted from Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure

Mabel, Dipper, and Stan Pines, Soos, and Wendy from Gravity Falls

Rapunzel from Tangled

Spencer Reid and Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds

Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago from Brooklyn 99

Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe from Anne of Green Gables/Anne With An E

Hiccup Haddock, Astrid Hofferson, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, and Fishlegs from How to Train Your Dragon

Peter Parker, Ned, and MJ from MCU’s Spider-Man Franchise

Milo Thatch from Atlantis

Luca Paguro, Giulia Marcovaldo, and Alberto Scorfano from Luca

Dustin Henderson, Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Jonathan Byers, and Robin Buckley from Stranger Things

Ben, Klaus, Vanya, Five, and Diego from The Umbrella Academy

Fox Mulder from The X-Files

Elphaba and Glinda from Wicked

Jack Kelly, Crutchie, Racetrack Higgins, Davey Jacobs, Elmer, Albert, and literally every newsie from Newsies

Winnie Foster and Jessie Tuck from Tuck Everlasting

Barry Allen, Cisco Ramone, and Caitlin Snow from The Flash

Eleanor Shellstrop and Chidi Anagonye from The Good Place

Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf

Lilo from Lilo and Stitch

Lucy and Edmund Pevensie from The Chronicles of Narnia

Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Stanley Uris, and Mike Hanlon from IT

Luke Skywalker, Finn, and Poe Damron, from Star Wars

Evan Buckley from 9-1-1

Lex and Hannah Foster, Ethan Green, Tom Houston, and Paul Matthews from Black Friday

Josh (I'll do a full post about this one), Simon, and Ziggy from Fear Street Franchise

Kai from The Hollow

Stanley and Sydney from I Am Not Okay With This

D.J., Chowder, and Jenny from Monster House

I think that's all I can think of. Also, this post was made over the course of a few days because I needed to add as many as I could think of.

Please don't be rude if you disagree.

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laviefantasie · 3 years

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Your Biggest Fan | L.P.

Pairings: Alive!Luke Patterson x Alive!Reader

Summary: An obsession that became a friendship and flourished to love. That’s the story between Sunset Curve’s lead singer and guitarist Luke Patterson and Y/N Y/L/N.

| MASTERLIST |

Sunset Curve was the boy band of the moment. Luke, Alex, Reggie, and Bobby were everyone’s dream boys. What started as a small band playing on the garage of their best friend, Julie Molina, ended up with millions of fans all over the world as they tour it.

It started as a dream and a small group of friends. Julie helping the boys with the band management while Carrie Wilson, Bobby’s rich cousin, designed all their outfits. It had been the six of them at the start.

But their fame grew and things were asked of them. The boys soon started homeschooling and Julie’s mom, Rose, took over the management of the band.

Julie and Carrie stayed behind as the boys grew busier and that’s when they met Flynn and Y/N.

The four of them became best friends in no time and soon they stopped missing the boys. They chatted from time to time with them but they were okay with them not being there.

Of course, Y/N and Flynn had no idea that the two teenagers were Sunset Curve’s best friends. It had been a silent agreement between Carrie and Julie that they didn’t need to know, especially since Y/N was probably their biggest fan.

Not the normal ‘I love you’ kinda fan but the ‘I’ll kidnap you’ kind. It was okay, they thought it was hilarious but it was definitely better if she didn’t know.

But soon the girls found themselves in their junior year of high school with the news that Sunset Curve was coming back to LA and to Los Feliz High School.

Carrie and Julie walked with dread around the hallways of their school as soon as they received the call from Carrie’s father, Trevor Wilson, stating that the tours had been paused so that the boys could have their last year of high school with the full experience.

They were gonna spend their senior year with them at their high school. As much as the girls like the idea, they dreaded it. But it was happening.

“JULIE! CARRIE!”

The yell of Y/N had both girls flinching as they knew the reason behind the excited scream and the smiling Y/N pulling an annoyed Flynn across the hallway towards them.

“Did you hear?! Do you know?! Can you believe it?! This is so exciting!! We’ll meet, it’ll be love at first sight!! I cannot believe it!! It’s destiny! This is the—”

“Y/N! Honey, I love you but you need to calm down” Carrie cuts her off.

“We need to tell you something” Julie starts while sharing a look with her blonde friend, “We actually kno—”

“CARRIE!/JULIE!”

The scream of the girls’ names has everybody in the hallways turning their gazes towards the sources, everybody gasping as they see the boys of Sunset Curve in all their glory.

Y/N let’s out a strangled scream as she sees them running towards two of her best friends with huge smiles.

Carrie and Julie share a worried glance before looking at Flynn, the braided girl grabbing the fangirl from her shoulders to keep her in her place.

Soon, the boys find themselves by the four girls’ sides and Y/N feels her legs shake as they hug Julie and Carrie.

“It’s been so long, we have missed you!” Exclaims Reggie while holding Carrie’s stare a while longer than necessary.

The six of them start catching up and it takes a while before they notice the other two girls, but Alex does and soon acknowledges them.

“Hey, I’m Alex”

Y/N’s legs give out and soon Flynn is catching her with a groan, Carrie and Julie looking at their friend in worry.

“Um... this is Flynn and this—”

“OH MY GO—”

Flynn covers Y/N’s mouth with an apologetic smile before leaving with her, despite Y/N’s efforts to stay.

Julie smiles at the boys, “That is Y/N. Our best friends”

“She is a huge fan” Carrie adds.

The boys laugh a little weirded out before proceeding to catch up with the girls they saw as family.

As the days passed, things started finding its way. Carrie once again started making the outfits for the boys and Julie now took over songwriting with Luke.

Y/N, on the other hand, kept going as she always did. She daily updated her Sunset Curve fan club blog, now with better content thanks to actually knowing the boys, as well as followed them around as much as she could.

Things didn’t change too much on her but her friendship with the boys grew. Thanks to being one of Julie’s best friends, Y/N spend most of her time at the Molina’s house and so did the boys.

Movie nights happened a lot and Y/N didn’t faint anymore at the sight of them.

So it got better. But she was still crazy about them and it showed whenever they didn’t give her enough time to control her emotions before going near her.

“Hey, Y/N/N”

A shriek leaves the h/c haired girl before her pretty e/c eyes turn to Luke. All sleeveless-beanie-vans Luke.

“Uh—I.wh—Hi”

If the brown-haired guitarist noticed her stutter, he didn’t mention it. Instead he turns his phone towards her showing her a photo of him while on tour.

“I want to post this on Instagram. Is it good enough?”

One thing the boys had noticed as soon as they got to know the girl was that she was a talented photographer, meaning she had an eye to know which pictures were the best ones.

So, they always asked her before posting something and sometimes even let her post from their accounts.

“I—Uh...”

Y/N stares at the photo intently, choosing to focus on that instead than on the pretty looking teenager in front of her.

“May I?”

The lead singer nods and soon the new iPhone is on her shaking hands. Y/N takes a deep breath before starting to edit the photo as she sees best, making sure to not make it look photoshop but to make it look better.

Once she is satisfied with the results, Y/N holds the phone towards Luke who takes it eagerly. A smile takes over his features once he sees the final result.

“This is perfect. You’re the best”

Whatever Y/N was gonna say is quite down by Luke’s soft kiss on her cheek, the boy leaving without knowing what he had caused on the petite teenager.

Carrie, who was on the locker across from the scene, walks towards her best friend with a knowing smirk.

“You’re gonna faint, aren’t you?”

Y/N nods before letting herself fall, Carrie catching her with a small laugh.

For most of that school year the boys saw Y/N as the girls’ best friend and a fan, but not really as a friend. They didn’t really know her.

But after half of the school year they each got to have their fair share of moments with the young girl.

For Reggie it was in one of his darkest moments. The leather jacket lover was being surrounded by a bunch of fans on a trip alone to the beach, it would’ve been okay any day but that day was the anniversary of his parents’ divorce and he couldn’t take it.

So he ran. He ran as far and as fast as he could from them without noticing the curious glance of e/c eyes, without noticing the one person who didn’t stop following him.

He stopped until he thought he was alone and hid from sight, breath short and heart plummeting in his chest. He stopped because his chest started to hurt and his vision became blurry. It soon became harder to breathe and the weight of his body became too much.

He felt his legs give in but before he could fall soft arms went around his waist helping him sit down softly.

He couldn’t see who was the person helping him but he could hear —barely— the soft murmurs on his ear. Was it singing? He didn’t know but it helped soon calm his racing heart allowing him to breathe better.

He didn’t know how much time passed before his vision cleared up and the feeling of suffocation subsided, but it did and he finally saw his holder.

“Y—Y/N?”

The boy’s voice sounded softly, like a whisper, and weak. It was as if he had been lost and had finally found his way home.

“It’s okay, Reg, it’s okay” she softly states, “You had a panic attack but it’s okay now”

Reggie nods slowly before hugging her closer, needing the feeling of loneliness to subside too. And it did. Because she was there.

She didn’t have to be but she was.

They spent a lot of time there just sitting together and talking about random things, never did Y/N burdened him as she normally did and she didn’t questioned him on the reason behind the attack.

All she did was offer a shoulder and a distraction, and that meant the world.

That’s why when Reggie got to the apartment he shares with the other boys he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

“Reggie!” Exclaims Luke before hugging him, “Where were you man? We were worried”

Alex and Bobby take their turns hugging the bass player before looking him over for any sign of injuries.

“I am okay, I was with a friend”

After that Reggie always sat by Y/N’s side in class, helped with anything he could for the blog she constantly worked on, and —sometimes— went to the beach with her.

It helped Y/N’s fangirl side control itself, especially since she started seeing him mainly as a friend.

Bobby’s realization of the value of her friendship was different. It happened after a concert the band had in a small cafe on the neighborhood, they were trying to get back to their roots.

The rest of the guys were surrounded by screaming fans as soon as they got off stage. Him, on the other hand, was ignored as usual.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t good looking nor the lack of talent. He just didn’t shine as much as Luke, Reggie, or Alex. And it was okay most of the time, but that night he really felt left out and angry.

At least he did until he saw Y/N in front of him.

“Luke’s over there”

A blush soon covers the teenager’s cheeks causing Bobby to smirk. It was not secret which band member was the one that could make the girl’s cheeks turn a crimson color.

Y/N shakes her head and soon straightens her Sunset Curve crop top before clearing her throat.

“I was... uh—Could I have an interview?”

Bobby furrows his eyebrows, “Wouldn’t you rather interview Luke?”

Confusion settles on the small girl’s face as soon as the words leave the rhythm guitarist’s mouth.

“I thought... did you write the music for this set list?”

He nods and she smiles.

“Then I don’t want to talk to Luke, he gets enough praise already” she assures him “I’m more interested in the process of the making of the melody, can you answer some questions?”

He nods again and soon she starts questioning him, he answers her while watching her in shock. No one had ever minded nor acknowledged his part in the songs.

Y/N did. And every question she asked demonstrated she knew of every single one of his contributions.

She must’ve noticed his demeanor because she put her things away and to smile sweetly at him.

“I’m not the only one that knows what you do, Bobby” she states “Sunset Curve wouldn’t be Sunset Curve without you”

That’s all it took for Y/N to have Bobby by her side, sitting by her every class he could with Reggie. The girl being a stuttering mess at the start but soon finding ways to converse with both rockstars.

Bobby considered her a friend. A friend not because she was family, like Carrie, nor because she was Luke’s best friend, Julie. A friend because she saw him, she saw his value.

He had never been enough but whenever she talked with him about the band with that glint in her eyes he saw he was.

For Alex it was in an entire different environment. The h/c haired beauty saw the blond drummer on an LGBTQ+ parade, both surprised to see the other one there.

The drummer started stuttering trying to find a way to explain the reason why he was there when Y/N just smiled and told her she was bisexual. She even joked about a small fling she had with Julie during their sophomore year.

Alex smiled in relief when she didn’t question him and instead offered to join her as her support. She was giving him the perfect excuse for his presence there, acknowledging he was not ready to voice the truth.

“Thank you” he finally says.

All she does is smile before grabbing his hand and taking him to a group of skaters, mainly towards a long brown-haired on with a rainbow colored skateboard.

“Hey, Willie! I want you to meet a friend of mine”

The three of them talked until morning about their feelings. About how hiding the truth felt like drowning, like living a life that wasn’t theirs to live.

It was like a breath of fresh air for Alex. Talking to someone who understood, someone who had been through their own experiences, it made him realize that his parents’ approval wasn’t worth not being happy.

And happy is what he was choosing to be, especially after Willie gave him his number with a kiss to his cheek.

He walked Y/N to her house in silence after. Both of them with soft smiles on their faces.

“I just don’t want anyone to change the way they see me” he admits “I’m still me”

“You’re still you” She agrees and he nods “Nothing changes, Alex. I still have a crush on you, I just now know I have zero chance”

He laughs, vivid and happily, before hugging her tightly. Next Monday, Alex and Y/N spent most of their time together gossiping about every latest news the teenager girl had.

The girl still froze at first contact with either of the boys but after a while she could hold on normal conversations.

With Luke it was different.

Luke had been writing on Julie’s garage the next song for Sunset Curve, the one he had been having trouble with for the last week, when Y/N ran into the studio.

“I’m here, Julie! You ready for Calcul—AAAHHHH!”

Luke’s hands fly to his ears as he hears the girl’s loud scream. Y/N only stopping when she feels her lungs give in.

“Uh—Wh—I jus—Julie?”

He chuckles while closing his songbook, “Jules is not here. Left to go get Carlos from his baseball practice”

“Oh”

An uncomfortable silence soon settles between them, a silence cut off as soon as the sound of the teenager’s phone taking a photo makes them both look at one another.

“Oh... Oh! Thought I had it in silence” she laughs awkwardly “It’s... uh, for the blog”

He nods with an awkward laugh before opening his songbook once again. He had better things to concentrate on than Julie’s best friend.

Don’t get him wrong, he liked her. He thought she was funny and nice but she was just too much sometimes and he couldn’t handle it. Especially not now when he had a song to worry about.

“What are you doing?”

Her question has him gazing at her for a moment before settling once again in his unfinished lyrics.

“Just writing a new song”

An excited squeal leaves the h/c haired girl and soon Y/N is by his side reading his lyrics through his shoulder.

He shudders once he feels her breath in his neck and he soon turns to look at her, admiring her features as she reads the lyrics carefully.

“What if you... scoot over”

She doesn’t let him answer and is soon pushing him to sit besides him on the piano’s bench, ignoring his protests.

He is about to ask her to let him be when her fingers starts moving through the keys, the melody he had thought for the song —the one written on his songbook— was playing through the studio.

With some little —yet good— changes.

“A piano intro would be great. And then...” she explains before starting to sing softly, “Sometimes I think I'm falling down, I wanna cry, I'm calling out for one more try to feel alive”

Luke’s eyes widen as he hears her soft but powerful voice. He didn’t know she could play, much less sing.

And, wow, she could sing.

“And when I feel lost and alone I know that I can make it home....”

She stopped singing as she saw the empty space on the verse and just as Luke was about to explain the lack of progress she started playing once again.

“Fight through the dark and find the spark. Life is a risk, but I will take it”

“Close my eyes and jump” he adds as she stops, “Together, I think that we can make it”

They look at one another before harmonizing together the end of the verse that he had written down, “Come on, let's run”

She stops playing with a huge smile and both laugh in excitement, both slowly stop laughing without tearing their gazes apart.

A soft blush soon taking over Y/N’s features as she sees the way he gazes at her as if trying to figure her out, which he was. How come he didn’t know she could write, sing, and play like that? How come he didn’t actually know her?

The moment, though, is interrupted as Julie walks through the doors of the garage apologizing to Y/N for being late and then taking her to her room.

Never noticing the curious and amazed expression on the guitarist’s face.

Soon the four members of Sunset Curve were in awe of the obsessive fan who annoyed them as much as she could, soon she didn’t truly annoyed them.

The rest of the boys’ senior year was spent amazingly with the girls, but the year ended and the boys had to go back to prioritizing their band while the girls did their senior year.

They all FaceTimed a lot. They tried to stay in contact as much as possible during that year, especially Carrie and Reggie —since they started dating a few months before the boys graduated—, but they were all pretty busy. Even Y/N who was still daily updating the band’s blog.

Experiences happened, lessons were learned, the girls grew and soon they graduated.

Everything changed.

That was the first thing Luke and the boys noticed when the girls moved in with them at their mansion to help with the band while they also attended college.

Everything had changed.

For starters, Julie and Flynn were now in relationships. Julie was dating a boy named Nick and Flynn a girl named Kayla, they both met them during the end of their senior year and had been together since.

Carrie, also, was now wearing her hair shoulder-length and straight instead of the long blonde waves she used to rock before. And she was now doing an internship of a famous designer’s brand that Luke didn’t know the name of.

But who had surprised the four of them the most was Y/N. The girl who the first three months they met her couldn’t stop herself from throwing herself at Luke. The girl who never once started a conversation with them without a stutter. The girl who was the president of their fan club. The girl to used to silently follow them around and admire them.

That girl was gone.

Instead Y/N had seen them, smiled, hugged them as a normal friend would, and left with the girls to get settled.

No screaming, no blushing, no overload of excitement.

Totally normal.

In worry, the boys had cornered Julie as soon as she had left her room to start questioning her on the abnormality. Julie laughing as soon as she sees the worry in their eyes.

“She’s no longer the teenager you met, guys. She still loved your music but she’s over you” she chuckles “She’s okay. She’s even dating now instead of waiting around for one of you”

The boys look towards one another in disbelief, Luke’s face falling a little after Julie’s words. She was over him? Why wasn’t he happy about it when that’s all he had wanted since he met her?

The answer to his question was answer soon.

Her being able to talk to them without fainting meant she spent more time with them. It meant she was spending more time with Luke.

Both of them would spend most of their nights on the music studio in the boys’ mansion writing songs and making melodies. They would play around in every break and they would laugh as loud as their voices allowed them to.

It was new to Luke. Being that comfortable with someone that wasn’t the boys or Julie and Carrie, being that comfortable and at peace with someone he met after he gained fame.

He didn’t connect with people as much as he used to since his life changed.

But he connected with her. He had connected with her since that afternoon at Julie’s garage when she showed him a part of her she never really showed.

And he never wanted to stop connecting with her.

That is why when they all went to the beach together he spent most of his time by her side, he loved the random conversations they could make and the way she would scrunch her nose while she laughed.

He didn’t understand what he was feeling until he went to play volleyball with the boys and turned around to catch a boy talking with her.

A handsome stranger that was making her laugh in the cute way only she knew how.

His fists clenched by his sides and soon he was standing besides her, stretching said guy’s hand and telling him all about her obsessive behavior during her junior year.

He hadn’t meant to be mean or to talk about her as if she was a crazy teenager who shouldn’t be trusted. But that’s what he sounded like.

Because he was jealous.

He hadn’t realized he was until he had already scared the boy off only to turn around and find Y/N on the verge of tears.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. He’s a douche”

“No! You’re the douche!” She takes a step away from him with teary eyes, “Is that how you saw me? A stupid little stalker who couldn’t get over her obsessive crush?”

He stays quiet as he sees the way her beautiful e/c eyes shine with hurt.

“Well, guess what? I’m not stupid anymore because I finally realized the awful mistake that was crushing over you to begin with! I’m over you!”

With those words, Y/N ran off not noticing the stares of her friends as she left. Carrie and Flynn soon running after her while Julie stayed behind with the boys to question his actions.

Actions he couldn’t actually excused. He was jealous and he had hurt her because of that and it wasn’t fair. She didn’t deserve it.

“Luke... how long have you liked her?”

Julie’s question had the green-eyed boy looking at her with surprise before realization settles on him.

He likes her. He’d maybe even go as far as say he was falling in love with her.

“I... I think since that day at your garage”

Julie stares at him in confusion not knowing what time he was talking about but he knew. And that’s all it took for him to grab the curly-haired girl’s hand and ran off with her.

Reggie, Bobby, and Alex scream at him questions at his sudden actions —even Julie does as she is being pulled— but he doesn’t bother answering.

All the answer he gives is pulling out his songbook, Julie’s eyes widening as she realizes what he is planning.

The only way Luke knew to truly express himself was through music and that was what he was going to do. He was going to express his feelings for Y/N through a song.

It took exactly three days to finish the song. Three days in which Y/N spent most of her time in her bedroom trying to avoid running into Luke.

That's why she knew she couldn't do much about Julie coming to get her that day, urging her to get out of her room.

"I'm doing homework, Jules"

"You have more than enough time late" She argues back, "Move, now!"

Her papers are snatched out of her hands by Julie making her scoff, but one look at Julie's brown eyes and she knew she couldn't fight her on this.

With a sigh, Y/N stands up from her seat to follow the curly-haired girl out of her room to the pool.

There they find Carrie and Flynn waiting for them and soon the four best friends start chatting. Bobby, Alex, and Reggie joining them soon. Neither expected the music that started playing through the mansion's speakers.

Everyone looked towards one another in confusion except Julie and Reggie, who smiled at one another as they moved to sit together. The leather jacket boy had been explained everything as soon as Luke thought the melody needed two voices to harmonize with his.

Soon the music is joined by the sound of an acoustic guitar and Luke walks through the door and into view.

Y/N's face shows how confused she feels while all the others start smiling excitedly. Sentiments that grow as Luke starts singing.

“I never thought I would, did it

Never thought I could

I did it like that, did it like this

Did it like everybody knows"

He starts walking towards her with a shy smile, the meaning of the lyrics have his palms sweating and his heart racing.

"That we got something real, shorty

I know what I feel

So shout it like that

Shout it like this

Listen up, everybody knows

But you, so here it goes"

Before he is close enough to hear her, Y/N turns her face towards Carrie with a small smile full of disbelief.

"He likes me"

It's a statement and Carrie knows that, yet the blonde beauty still smiles happily while nodding before moving to sit by Reggie's other side.

"'Cause I never really noticed

Took a while for me to see

Playing back the moments

Now I'm starting to believe

That you could be at the show and know every word

But it's you who makes me sing"

Luke kneels in front of her giving her his best smile, a smile she returns sweetly.

Alex smiling alongside Flynn in excitement because of the scene that was unfolding in front of all of them.

"And I know where we are and I know who I am

Baby, I'm your biggest fan, oh"

Luke stares into her e/c eyes, remembering the first time they met and the way he had been weirded out by her internal fangirl moment. But then, somehow, things changed. One day he just didn't see her as that weird girl anymore.

"Every time you smile for me

Takes me a while to bring myself back

'Cause you're all that

And I just had to let you know"

Y/N stares at his bright green eyes remembering the first time he met the real him, not the one she met through her phone's screen but the real with imperfections him.

"That I'm screaming out in the crowd for you

I can't be too loud but I don't care

I let 'em all stare

I just want everyone to know

The truth, it's only you"

Carrie and Reggie share a look full of love, both remembering when they were just best friends and how hard it had been for the both of them to finally admit their feelings for one another.

"I never really noticed

Took a while for me to see

Playing back the moments

Now I'm starting to believe"

Alex smiles as he sees the huge smile on Y/N's face. To think that a year ago she had been the one to introduce him to Willie, who was now his boyfriend, and now she was here being serenading by one of his best friends, his brother even.

"That you could be at the show and know every word

But it's you who makes me sing

We may not know where we are but I know who I am

Baby, I'm your biggest fan"

Luke's playing falters as does his confidence, which everybody notices. Everybody around them soon screaming words of encouragement.

"Don't stop now, Luke"

"Yeah, sing it!" adds Reggie after Julie.

Luke looks unsure but one look at Y/N's hopeful face has him continuing the song. By rapping much to everyone's surprise.

"You showed up and you looked so classy

Made me think twice 'bout the way I was acting

You were real from the start of it all

Like a dream came to life, now I'm left in all"

A blush soon covers Y/N features and her face soon go to cover her face as her smiles becomes too big to hide.

Her all-time crush was seranading her a song that confessed his feelings for her, this had to be a dream. What were the odds?

"A stars shine but your light is the brightest

Love flies but your love is the highest

You're so sweet that it drives me crazy

A summer like no other, you're my L.A. baby"

Flynn joins Julie in snapping her fingers to the rhythm as the curly-haired girl keeps singing harmonies with Reggie for the brunette rockstar. Alex and Bobby soon joining in.

"I never really noticed

It took a while for me to see

(took a while for me to see)"

Everybody smiles as they see both of their friends stare at one another with so much love. This had been coming for a long time, they all knew it.

They knew it since the small talks became lingering gazes between one another.

"Playing back the moments

Now I'm starting to believe

(starting to believe)"

He couldn't believe he was actually as lucky as he was. He was falling for a talented and passionate girl who wasn't ashamed to let everyone know what she thought and felt.

He just hoped he was lucky enough to have her love him back, because if she said she felt the same he knew it wouldn't be because he was Luke Patterson, Sunset Curve's lead singer, but because he was Luke, the guy she wrote songs with from time to time.

"That you could be at the show and know every word

But it's you who makes me sing

And I know where we are and I know who I am

(I know who I am)"

Y/N lowers her gaze as she feels her eyes get a little teary with emotion. Having heard the words he had said about her the other day had hurt her deeply, but now he was letting her know exactly what he felt.

He was letting her see his soul. He was being vulnerable with her. He was telling she was worth being vulnerable.

"Baby, I'm your biggest fan, oh

Baby, I'm your biggest fan, oh"

As the song comes to its end, Y/N wipes the smile from her face to stare at her with a curious gaze. She knew how he felt but she still wanted him to actually say it.

"'Cause you could be at the show and know every word

But it's you who makes me sing

We may not know where we are but I know who I am

Baby, I'm your biggest fan”

Silence takes over all of them, Y/N raising her eyebrow to let Luke know she was expecting more than just a song.

"Oh!" He exclaims before proceeding to get rid of the guitar.

Reggie reaches for it before hurrying him to speak making Y/N let out a small laugh at the sight before becoming serious once again.

"I... Ju-I want you to know... Y/N, I..."

She looks at him with furrowed eyebrows as he stares at his hands for a moment to gather his thoughts.

Finally, he grabs her hands in his before staring into her eyes. Green and e/c meeting with many emotions swirling through them.

"I like you, Y/N. I have for a while, but I do" He states, "I like the way you scrunch your nose when you laugh, the way you can't stop yourself from singing along to all of our songs, how you always go out of your way to help the people you care about, I..."

He takes a deep breath, "Even the moments when you acted all crazy, I love those moments. Heck, I think I may love you. I just want to-"

Y/N's right hand finds her way to Luke's mouth, a smile overtaking her features while a deep crimson resides on her cheeks.

"Take me on a date first, okay?" he nods silently, "But, uh, I think I may love you too. And not Luke Patterson, I think I may love Luke"

That's all he need to hear before hugging her close to him as his friends cheer them on. He would take her on a date and they would see how things moved on from there.

But for now this was enough. They were each other's biggest fan.

#julie and the phantoms #luke patterson x oc #sunset curve #luke patterson #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson x y/n #jatp #luke jatp #charlie gillespie

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holyscream · 9 months

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have you worked out who i am yet?

call me jeff bezos the way i’m obsessed with money *ba dum tss*

kind of thematically related to the fic i wrote. i like stories about romance-induced moral corruption but i didn’t lean into that enough for my taste, so i might give it another go sometime. i wanted to add another medium to my roster of honey/molina appreciation avenues first, though. 🫶🏽

#bbc wolf spoilers #bbc wolf #honey x molina #my art tag #id in alt text #wolf (the show not the animal)#i’ve been calling them “money” irl but unfortunately it’s unusable as a tag #i love bad puns though. i mean i did title the fic “sweet tooth” lol #“holina” sounds like herbal medicine. which is also fitting because it heals me 🙏🏽#ok i’ll stop now

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calamitykaty · 3 years

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The Story of Us

Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

word count: 4487

Submission for JATP X 5SOS Day 4 (I’m late, I know), inspired by Everything I Didn’t Say

A/N: Huge shout out to @jatpx5sos @bright-molina @jaskiers-sweetkiss @txrii for making this happen!

Warnings: Grief mention, drunk driving mention, hospital setting, implied panic attack

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The subtle beeping of the heart monitor faded into the distance becoming white noise to Luke’s ears. He held her limp hand in his and ran his thumbs over her bony knuckles. He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there this time and he nearly jumped out of his skin when a warm hand gently squeezed his tense shoulder. He followed the length of the intruding arm up to the face of the stout nurse that had grown accustomed to seeing the boy.

“Visiting hours ended an hour ago, dear. I can’t buy you any more time before the night rounds start.”

Luke let his eyes drop back down to the girl that was tucked into the hospital bed. He leaned forward from the chair he was sitting in and ran his left thumb across her left cheek while he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll be back in the morning, darling.” He whispered as he pulled away.

The nurse took a step back, allowing Luke to walk around the bed.

“I’ll have a blueberry muffin saved for you, honey.”

Luke mustered a tight-lipped smile in her direction, “Thanks, Mrs. Dean. See ya tomorrow.”

The walk to the elevators had become natural for Luke over the past few weeks. He practically knew the path like the back of his hand. It was exactly seventy-two steps down the corridor to the elevator. He would go down six floors and walk another 250 steps to where it was parked in the parking deck in the same exact spot every single day.

Luke could barely remember driving back to his house, he had grown accustomed to navigating the dimly lit roads from muscle memory. He kicked his shoes off at the front door and pulled his shirt over his head as he walked down the hallway to his bedroom. He dropped the shirt on the floor and kicked off his pants, the material falling at the edge of the bed as Luke crawled underneath the blankets.

His hand slid across the mattress until his fingers felt the material of her favorite jumper. He pulled the fabric to his chest and inhaled. The perfume that the material had been saturated in was starting to fade. Luke’s hands clenched desperately at the material as he tried to swallow the sob that was ripping at his throat. He let out a shaky breath, hot tears traveled down his eyes and spilled out at the sides until they landed on his pillowcase.

The harsh chime of the alarm clock lifted Luke from his slumber. He felt like he had only just fallen asleep, the dark circles under his eyes would agree. He clumsily slapped around his nightstand until his hand came in contact with the snooze button. He slowly blinked the sleep from his eyes and stared at the ceiling as he rubbed the dried tears from his cheeks.

Five minutes had passed and the alarm was back to chiming loudly. Luke sighed heavily and turned the alarm off. He threw the blanket back from his body and stretched his arms above his head while his feet met the floor. He momentarily juggled the idea of throwing on the t-shirt and jeans that he had discarded onto his floor, only changing his mind when the body odor from his worn shirt hit his nostrils. He opted for a fresh pair of clothes before he made his way back to the front door where he left his shoes.

Like clockwork, Luke was pulling his car into the 5th parking spot on the left side of the parking deck on the ground level. He walked the 250 steps across the garage and into the hospital. He threw his hand up in a wave to the elderly women working the reception desk as he bee-lined across the lobby to the elevators. He impatiently shifted bounced on his toes while he waited for the elevator doors to open, only stopping when the familiar ding signaled the elevator had made its way down.

Luke sidestepped to let out two nurses before he slid into the elevator and pressed the button for the sixth floor. Seventy-two steps led him down the corridor to the eighth room on the right where the girl he loved was lying still in the bed, the same way she had been when he left the night prior.

He spotted the promised blueberry muffin sitting on the small white table on top of a napkin next to the hospital bed and the loud grumble of Luke’s stomach reminded him that he had been neglecting his own well being. He quickly took his spot in the cushioned chair next to the bed and grabbed the rather large muffin.

He peeled back the wax paper and tore the top of the muffin off before then breaking it into two halves. He popped one half into his mouth and placed the other half on the napkin. He had done this every morning, in case she woke up, he didn’t want her to be hungry.

“I was thinking,” Luke broke off half of the bottom of the muffin and popped it into his mouth, “when you wake up, we can go to the fishbowl. They installed some new arcade games and you would love it.”

He was met with silence as he placed the rest of the muffin back onto the napkin for Y/N. He wiped his hands on his jeans before scooting the chair closer to the bed. Luke slid his left hand underneath her right hand before placing his right hand on top of hers so that her hand was cradled in between both of his hands.

“Please don’t give up, Y/N. I know you’re in there.” Luke whispered to the girl.

“We’re gonna grow together, remember? We have a plan…” It felt like there were pins and needles in his heart as the words left his mouth. He thought about all of the plans they had made together and his heart sunk.

“I know that it’s my fault that you’re here like this...I’m so sorry.” He closed his eyes and thought back to the very moment that led them to this fate.

“W-what are you doing?” Luke asked, his eyebrows were pulled tightly in the middle creating deep worry lines on his forehead.

Y/N wiped the tears from her face with the back of her left hand before she turned around to face him. His eyes were moving from the suitcase that was half-packed on the bed and the girl that stood in their shared closet with a bundle of clothes clutched in her right hand.

Her heart pounded against her rib cage, she hadn’t planned on actually having to confront Luke. He was supposed to be in meetings all day with the band while they planned for their summer tour. She had planned on packing as much as she could while he was away. She knew that was a cowardly thing to do but she didn’t think she would be able to find the strength to actually walk away if she had to face Luke.

She walked over to the bed and placed the garments neatly in the suitcase before flipping the top closed. She began to zip the suitcase shut when Luke walked across the room and placed his hand on top of hers and gently pulled it away from the zipper.

“Y/N?”

She pulled her hand free from his grasp and took a step back “this isn’t working anymore Luke...”

Luke flinched at the unexpected weight that landed on his left shoulder and shook him from the unpleasant memory that he had zoned out into. He’d found it happening a lot lately but no matter how many times it had happened, he could never bring himself to relive the moment past that last sentence.

“What?” Luke finally responded to the words he knew were said but hadn’t been paying attention to.

“I said are you okay, honey? You’re crying.”

He wiped the tears from his cheeks with the right sleeve of his red flannel and mustered an unconvincing smile.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.”

He was taken aback when Nurse Dean laid her clipboard down on the foot of Y/N’s hospital bed before propping herself on the very edge of the bed. She leaned forward just the smallest amount and took both of Luke’s hands in hers.

“You look here, honey. Whatever happened, it’s in the past. You’re here with her everyday and you have got to stop beating yourself up. If you have things you need to say, then you say them to her, you hear me?” She gently squeezed his hands reassuringly before letting go.

She twisted her torso slightly to the right to grab the abandoned clipboard but didn’t get up before she gave a motherly pat to Luke’s right knee. She quickly updated Y/N’s charts and though Luke had been there for weeks, he still couldn’t make any sense of them.

He turned his attention back to the girl as Nurse Dean closed the door as she exited the room. He leaned forward and took Y/N’s left hand into his.

" I said a lot of things that I regret that night and I'm sorry…."

His fingers lightly traced the length of each of her fingers before he lifted her hand up to his lips and gently kissed the back of her palm.

“You were right that night. I…” Luke took a deep breath, “I just saw you as a constant and I don’t know when it happened but I had stopped putting you at the top of my list and I’ll never forgive myself for that.”

He closed his eyes and pictured Y/N’s face. He could so clearly visualize the sadness that she held in her eyes and it made his heart drop to his stomach.

“What do you mean this isn’t working?” Luke threw his hands up in the air.

Y/N’s fingernails were digging small crescent shapes into the palms of her balled up fists.

“You’re never around anymore, Luke! We’re never together! We’re like two ships passing in the night and I...I can’t maintain this anymore.”

“What? So I'm supposed to quit the band and give up everything we’ve worked for because you need some attention?” Luke shouted venomously.

Y/N shook her head and took a step towards the bed. She quickly finished zipping it closed and pulled it off of the bed.

“If that’s what you took out of this then I think it’s pretty clear that we don’t have any love left here, Luke.”

Luke’s eyes drifted from Y/N’s hand up to her face, “I should have told you that I was sorry for not being around. I should have sent you flowers when I was gone too long and I should have danced in the kitchen with you more often.”

Luke pushed himself out of the chair and carefully climbed onto the bed. He laid down on his right side so that he was facing Y/N. He lifted his left hand to her face and let his thumb caress her cheek as his lips met her forehead.

“I should have told you that I loved you more than life itself,” he whispered against her skin.

“Do you remember that time we snuck out during senior year to go to the county fair? Your mom was so mad at me and she called my mom, I got grounded for three weeks.” Luke chuckled at the memory and gently brushed her hair away from her face before his hand wandered down her arm and tangled their fingers together.

He closed his eyes and pictured y/n's excited face as she pulled him across the dusty dirt parking lot and towards the ticket booth at the entrance of the county fair.

"Luke! Hurry uuuup!" Y/N tugged on his hand and looked over her shoulder at the boy that was behind her.

Luke shook his head at her antics but he picked up the pace and matched her stride, now walking beside her. He dropped her hand and threw his left arm over her shoulders, pulling her into his side while his lips placed themselves on her hairline.

"Anything for you, love."

"I love you a lot, you know?" Y/N tilted her head back and smiled up at the adoring boy.

The pair each bought twenty tickets at the ticket booth and Luke once again found himself being tugged around by the girl. The flashing lights of the fair rides illuminated the sky, the smell of fried foods of the most ridiculous sorts filled their nostrils and the sounds of laughter filled their ears. Most importantly though to Luke, was the feeling of Y/N's hand in his.

“It was worth it though...you were always worth it,” Luke whispered. He could feel the sting behind his eyes and he blinked rapidly trying to rid himself of them.

Several hours had passed and Luke was being shaken awake by Nurse Dean.

Luke dug the heels of his palms into his eyes and rubbed the sleep from his tired eyes. He acknowledged Nurse Dean with a small nod and sat up, pressing a kiss to Y/N's cheek while he did so.

Like clockwork, Luke was exchanging a goodbye with Nurse Dean and the promise of a muffin in the morning was once again made.

Luke meticulously followed his routine and twenty minutes later he was tucking himself into bed with hopes of restful sleep.

The loud chiming of the alarm clock pulled him from his sleep seven hours later. Luke wasn't sure what it was but there was something about the day that felt different than all the rest had. He took his time taking a shower and getting himself ready for the day.

Luke had even taken a detour on the way to the hospital, opting to stop at the small florist shop that was located three blocks away. By the time he had pulled into the parking deck at the hospital, his normal parking spot had been filled by a familiar silver Toyota Camry. He would recognize Y/N's mother’s car anywhere, though mostly because of the basic stickers that were plastered across the bumper.

Luke had forgotten that Nurse Dean mentioned that Mrs. Y/L/N would be meeting with the Doctor in the morning and suddenly he regretted his decision to take the detour.

Luke's eyes scanned the first level of the deck for an open spot and he sighed upon the realization that he would have to go up a deck. He found a parking spot halfway up the second deck and grabbed the flowers from the passenger seat.

Luke’s breath hitched in his throat as he stood in the hallway with a bouquet of fresh flowers for Y/N’s room. The door was cracked just ajar and he could see Mrs.Y/L/N sitting in the chair that had practically molded itself perfectly for Luke. His heart was pounding in his chest and he felt like the floor below him was going to fall from beneath him as he overheard the words that Dr. Jameson spoke.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, we’ve done everything that we can. You, of course, can keep Y/N here as long as you’d like but the prognosis is not good and I can’t in good faith tell you that your daughter will come out of this coma.”

Petals littered the beige tiled floor from the force of being dropped from Luke’s hands. He stumbled backward in a haze, nearly tripping over his own feet as he turned himself around and ran to the elevators. He jammed the down button over and over and over regardless of knowing that wouldn’t make it arrive any faster.

Once the elevator arrived, Luke had barely let the doors slide open before he was barreling through them. He quickly pressed the button for the ground floor and slid down against the wall. His breath came out in short puffs, he held his head between his hands and closed his eyes as his vision began to blur with small specks of black.

Luke grabbed onto the railing that adorned the walls of the elevator and shakily pulled himself back up as the doors slid open. He raced outside, his knees nearly buckling underneath him as he gasped for air.

Luke slid down onto a bench nearly fifty feet from the entrance. He was hunched over, his elbows propped up on his knees and his hands tangled into his hair on either side of his temples. Luke closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he finally forced himself to relive the most painful memory of his life.

"You're the one leaving, Y/N! Not me!" Luke shouted back at the girl.

Y/N pushed past Luke, the suitcase rolling behind her on the carpeted floor. She wiped the tears from her cheeks with her right hand and had just made it to the hallway when Luke's voice caught up to her.

"So that's it?"

Y/N closed her eyes and though she knew she should have kept walking, she stopped in her tracks.

She opened her mouth to respond but quickly closed it when Luke's angry words came barreling at her.

"The going gets tough and you just give up? That's pretty typical of you though, isn't it?"

Luke wasn't sure why he had said that. He knew it was a low blow but the anger coursing through his veins had his mind cloudy.

Y/N's hand rested on the doorknob. She wouldn't let Luke see the pain on her face at his words. She pulled the door open and quickly made her way down the steps. The suitcase made a hard thud as it bounced across the steps behind her.

She left Luke standing in the doorway as she reached her car and threw the suitcase into the backseat. She looked back towards the open door of the house and couldn't stop the sob that ripped through her vocal chords as Luke glared at her.

"Just go! Get out of here! I don't need you!" Luke shouted. He instantly regretted the words as soon as they had materialized.

Y/N didn't hesitate to do what she was told and quickly got into the car. In her haste to escape the angry frenzy that she had created, she hadn't bothered to buckle her seatbelt as she backed out of the driveway.

The clicking of heels on the sidewalk pulled Luke back to reality. He stayed silent as the woman approached. He was trying his best to hold himself together but as soon as she sat next to him on the bench and began rubbing soothing circles into his back, he lost it.

Luke looked up at Mrs. Y/L/N, his bottom lip quivered and the tears that were pooled in his eyes began to spill over.

"You should hate me...t-this is all m-m-my fault…" Luke's hoarse voice broke.

She placed her right hand on Luke's head and guided it down to her shoulder and gently wrapped her arms around the broken boy.

"Shhhh….none of that." Mrs. Y/L/N spoke quietly, her voice soothing.

They sat in silence for a while until Luke's sobs died down. Mrs. Y/L/N stood up from the bench and she knelt down in front of Luke. She placed both of her hands on Luke's wet cheeks and held eye contact with him.

"I know this is hard, honey, but I need you to listen to me. Do you understand?"

Luke silently nodded his head.

"I know how much you love my daughter, okay? This isn't your fault. No one could have known what was going to happen that day."

Luke stubbornly shook his head "I should have made her stay...I said horrible things…."

"Oh honey, you were hurt but no one is blaming you but yourself. It's not your fault, Luke. The only person to blame is that driver that got behind the wheel drunk."

Mrs. Y/L/N dropped her hands from Luke's face and patted his right knee before standing up and heading back towards the hospital to spend some time with her daughter.

Luke stayed on the bench for a few moments longer to gather his thoughts before he fished his keys out of his pocket. He made a hurried beeline back to the parking deck. The streets were a blur in Luke's eyes and before he knew it he was pulling into his driveway.

Luke ran into the house and shuffled through several drawers in the desk that he had set up in the corner of the living room. He grabbed the tattered notebook that was shoved at the back of the second drawer and plucked a red pen from the small cup that held a variety of writing utensils.

He pulled the chair back and slid into it. He was hunched over the notebook, the words flowing from his mind to the tip of the red pen without hesitation.

Luke spent the remainder of the week tweaking chords and progressions before he recorded the song acoustically on his phone. He was going to make sure that Y/N heard all of the things he should have said one way or another.

It had been a week since the Doctor had delivered the news to Mrs. Y/L/N and though Luke didn’t agree with the decision she had made, he understood that she was doing what she thought was best for Y/N.

Today was the day that everything would change for both of them. Luke’s eyes were bloodshot from the hours that he had spent crying and his throat had become scratchy and hoarse from the sobs that wracked through his restless body all night.

He quietly pushed the door open but he felt like he was frozen in place as his eyes scanned around the room. The vases of flowers had been emptied, the cards that adorned the wall beside the bed had been removed and Y/N’s favorite purple and blue blanket was neatly folded into a square at the foot of the bed.

‘Luke, honey…”

His eyes snapped over to Y/N’s mother at the sound of her voice. He swallowed the lump in his throat and stumbled into the room at her beckoning.

Luke practically hurled himself over the bed, though despite what was inevitably coming, he was mindful to not place the full weight of his body onto Y/N.

"I have something for you…" he whispered to the motionless girl and pulled his phone from his pocket along with a pair of headphones that he had been careful not to tangle.

Luke gently placed each earbud into her ears before he hit play.

This is everything I didn't say

Wait, don't tell me Heaven is a place on earth I wish I could rewind all the times that I didn't Show you what you're really worth (What you're really worth)

The way that you held me I wish that I'd put you first I was wrong I admit, numb from your kiss While you were slipping through my fingertips

Taking every breath away With all of the mistakes I've made From all the letters that I've saved This is everything I didn't say

I wish I could've made you stay And I'm the only one to blame I know that it's a little too late This is everything I didn't say This is everything I didn't say

Wake me up now And tell me this is all a bad dream All the songs that I wrote All the wrongs that I hoped would erase from your memory (erase from your memory)

Holding onto a broken and empty heart Flowers I should've bought, all the hours I lost Wish I could bring it back to the start

Taking every breath away With all of the mistakes I've made From all the letters that I've saved This is everything I didn't say I wish I could've made you stay And I'm the only one to blame I know that it's a little too late This is everything I didn't say

I hope you know For you, I'd sacrifice To make this right Some day I'm sure We'll pass each other by Until that time

Taking every breath away With all of the mistakes I've made From all the letters that I've saved This is everything I didn't say

I wish I could've made you stay And I'm the only one to blame I know that it's a little too late This is everything I didn't say This is everything I didn't say

Luke popped the earbuds from her ears as the song ended. His heart felt heavy at not knowing if she truly heard his words or not but he knew it would have to suffice, it was the best he could do.

He placed his phone back into his pocket along with the headphones before he turned his attention back to the girl. His eyes scanned over the features of her face, desperate to burn them into his memory.

“If you don’t wake up, I want you to know that it’s okay. If…” Luke choked back the sob that had been traveling up his throat.

“If you have to go now then you can go. I’ll never stop loving you but I’ll be alright.”

Salty tears slid from his eyes at an increasing frequency and landed on the stoic girl's face as he leaned over her frail body. His breath came to him in hiccups but that didn’t stop him from pressing his lips to hers for what could have been the last time.

“It’s time, Luke…” Y/N’s mother pulled on the boy's left arm.

Luke stumbled backward and let himself be wrapped into her arms as the Doctor carefully removed the breathing tube from Y/N’s nose. Nurse Dean quickly wiped the tears from her own eyes and waited for the Doctor’s cue to turn off the ventilator. Luke squeezed his eyes shut as the switch was flipped.

He could feel Mrs. Y/L/N trembling as she tightened her grip on Luke’s waist. He didn’t think he would ever be able to forget the sound of her sobs when the Doctor looked down at his watch and stated “time of death..”

But then it happened. A small beep on the heartbeat monitor, followed by another and another and another. Followed by a small gasp for air and dark eyelashes fluttering open. It was in that moment that Luke vowed to himself that he would always say the words that he needed to and he would never gamble with their love again.

@straywonpil @siennanoelle01 @choppedhoundsludgeclod @cool-ultra-nerd @hxney-bunches-x @crybabyddl @sorryyoureoutofmyleague @dream-a-little-bigger-x @kcd15 @all-in-fangirl @ifilwtmfc @onlygetaway @iainttakingshitfromnobody @angryknighttreeprune @bathtimejish @lanasfandoms @miranda0102 @emotionalbruv @aliandthephantoms @multifandombabies @kinda-really-lost @5sosmukefan @regmercer @mo-d3ans @hannahhistorian92 @sunsetcurvenotsunsetswerve @i-should-be-writing-my-own-fic @sunflowerbecca @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic @n0wornever @echocharm17618 @theolivekiddo @hellophantoms @funsizearsonist

#luke patterson x reader #luke patterson #luke patterson fanfic #jatp #jatp x 5sos #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #julie and the fat ones #julie and the himbos #julie and the phantoms fic #julie and the phantoms fanfic

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k-wame · 9 months

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D.I. Honey & D.S. Molina cosplay as couple Kiernan & Bardo 2023 · WOLF (BBC) · Horror · S01 · dir. Kristoffer Nyholm

#horroredit #wolf bbc #bbc wolf #sacha dhawan #iwan rheon #homoeroticism #D.I. Honey #tvedit #D.S. Molina #kiernan x bardo #horrorgifs #wales #beautiful men

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jaskiers-sweetkiss · 3 years

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The 4 Times Luke Got Sick + The 1 Time He Got Julie Sick

Pairing: Julie x Alive!Luke (college AU)

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: light swearing, non-fatal illness

Summary: Luke was always getting sick. It was probably the worst things about being roommates with him, Julie decided. That, and when they’d first moved into their dorm Freshman year of college he’d tried to hit on all her friends. It seemed like every year the poor guy went through at least one serious bout of illness that Julie would have to practically nurse him back to health from.

A/N: I got 2 anon requests for sick!Juke this week, one for a College Roommates AU where Luke constantly gets sick and Julie takes care of him and another where they’re friends and neighbors but have crushes on each other that don’t come to light until they both get sick together feat. Mothering Rose. I decided to combine them since they had a similar theme, I hope that’s alright! As per usual, let me know what you think and send me a message if you’d like to be added to my taglist! Also, I am taking requests right now so feel free to send those in!

Masterlist

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1 - Freshman Year

“Juuuulie,” Luke called from his bedroom.

“Whaaaat?” Julie called back from her own room, making no attempt to get up from her bed.

“Can you come here so we can stop yelling?” He whined and she rolled her eyes but rolled out of her bed unceremoniously.

Given the coed nature of the dorms, they were each provided a small separate bedroom connected with a combined living room space that currently could use a good vacuuming, she noted as she walked through it before pausing at Luke’s door. It was only about three months into the semester and while Luke and Julie had become fast friends through their love of music, she hadn’t really been in his room before.

She raised her fist to give a hesitant knock, not really sure what the protocol was.

“You can come in,” he laughed but for the first time in their conversation, Julie noticed that his voice seemed a little off.

When she stepped into the room she immediately knew why. Luke lay in bed, slightly propped up by his pillow. She immediately noticed how red his face and nose, in particular, looked and the pile of used tissues next to the bed.

“Woah, dude, are you sick?” Julie exclaimed, immediately taking a step back in an attempted to put as much distance between herself and the sick boy as possible.

“Yeah,” he croaked sheepishly, “Sorry, I guess I should’ve warned you.”

“Ya think?” She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest but smirking to let him know she wasn’t that mad about it. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Um, yeah, actually. I was gonna ask if you could run down to the market and get me some chicken noodle soup?”

Julie nodded, happy to be able to help her sick friend.

“Sure! Is there any medication I can pick up from the pharmacy for you or anything?” She offered but he shook his head, pulling open the top drawer of his bedside table revealing that it was full of various medicines.

“I, uh, came prepared,” he said with a self-deprecating chuckle. “My immune system is pretty shit.”

Julie nodded.

“I better get you that soup then, huh?” She said kindly, starting to feel awkward lingering in the doorway.

“My wallet is in my jacket pocket,” Luke offered, pointing to the coat hanging in his closet.

Julie nodded in silent thanks as she pocketed the piece of leather, closing the door on her way out. Despite the sunshine, it was a short but chilly walk to the campus market, which was fortunately only a couple of blocks away from their residence hall. She located the soup fairly quickly but stopped to look through the tea options, grabbing a box of peppermint and chamomile tea bags. The check-out process was fast and she was back in her dorm only a few minutes later.

Before even taking off her coat or slipping off her shoes, she put the soup in the microwave and started up her electric kettle. While she was waiting she then busied herself with hanging up her coat in her own closet and leaving her shoes in their designated spot by the door.

“What are you doing out there, Molina?” Luke groaned from his room when the kettle started whistling.

She quickly switched it off, bustling around the designated “kitchen” area of their dorm for a mug to start steeping the peppermint tea. No sooner than she placed the teabag into the mug had the microwaved beeped, signaling that the soup was ready. Bowl in one hand and mug in the other, Julie pushed the door open with her shoulder, slowly stepping into the room in an attempt not to spill either of the hot liquids in her hands.

She gingerly set the mug on a cleared space on Luke’s desk before handing him the chicken noodle soup.

“What’s that?” He asked, gesturing to the mug with his spoon before eating some of the soup.

“It’s peppermint tea,” she answered factually. “My mom always makes it for me when I’m sick, it supposed to help with congestion and should soothe your throat.”

“You’re the best, Molina,” Luke said graciously, slurping another mouthful of soup.

“Damn right I am!” Julie laughed, “Let me know if you need anything else, I’ll be in my room.”

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2 - Sophomore Year

Julie wasn’t entirely sure why she hadn’t anticipated this. Maybe she’d hoped that all the elderberry and echinacea tea she’d made him drink last year had actually helped his immune system, but nope. November had rolled around and with it, cold season and cold season meant that Luke would undoubtedly get sick. He wasn’t lying, his immune system really was shit. This year was worse though. While last year it had been a series of bad colds, this year it was the flu.

She’d found out when he’d vomited in the middle of a rehearsal with the band they’d formed at the end of the previous year with two other guys they’d met in one of their music classes.

She’d been keeping an eye on him all day as he’d been shivering a lot and seemed especially pale but she had figured the boy knew his immune system better than anyone else and would say something if he was feeling sick. Obviously not.

“Oh my gosh, Luke! Are you okay?” She gasped, rushing over to rub his back soothingly as he bent over the trash can in the spare music room they’d occupied for rehearsal.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he said, waving her off as he stood back up with the intention of picking his guitar back up.

However, Julie stopped him, placing her hand against his forehead with a frown.

“You have a fever.” She said disapprovingly and he sighed.

“It’s fine Molina, we gotta practice.”

“Nuh-uh.” She insisted sternly, sticking out an arm to hold him in place. “You are not gonna get the rest of us sick. I’m driving you to the campus health center and then we’re going home.”

Luke huffed and rolled his eyes but relented, moving to slide his electric into its case and grab his jacket.

“Whatever you say, boss.”

“We’ll see you guys later,” Julie sent Alex and Reggie an exasperated smile before following the boy out.

The campus health center confirmed Julie’s suspicions, it was the flu. They picked up his prescription medicine at the campus pharmacy next door before heading back to their shared dorm.

“Will you make me soup?” Luke pleaded as Julie made sure he was settled comfortably in his bed, his lip stuck out in an irrefutable pout. “And Mama Molina’s special tea?”

Julie smiled at the nickname which Luke had coined last year as Julie often referenced her mother when taking care of the seemingly constantly sick boy. The name had stuck and then been made official when the guys had visited her over the summer break and Luke had accidentally called her mother it. Rose Molina fell in love with it instantly and now Luke, Alex, and Reggie all exclusively referred to her as such.

“Of course,” she said, rolling her eyes lightly. There was nothing special about Mama Molina’s tea, it was just a cup of peppermint tea with a little bit of honey but it had seemed to work wonders for Luke last year and he much preferred it to the cocktail of cough syrup and sinus pills he’d normally take.

As she delivered the steaming soup and tea, Julie prayed that her superior immune system and flu shot would keep her safe from contracting her roommate’s illness while she took care of him. Still, she tried her best to keep her distance while keeping an eye on him.

She started him on a new Netflix series in an attempt to keep him from going stir crazy in the dorm while she was in class. She picked up all his missing work and made sure he had plenty of soup and tea (peppermint in the daytime to clear up congestion and soothe his cough, and chamomile in the evening to help him sleep).

“You’re too good for me, Molina.” He said sleepily as she tucked him into bed one night.

“I know,” she responded with a smirk, patting his cheek lightly before leaving, turning off the light as she went.

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3 - Junior Year

Luke’s annual illness came later the next year. All November and December Julie was on high alert, ready at a moment’s notice to grab a can of chicken noodle soup from their cupboards and start up the kettle, but the moment never came. They’d finally moved out of the dorms this year, now living in an off-campus apartment with Alex and Reggie, which meant they had more room for Julie to store her supply of soup and tea and she had two backup caregivers.

When the new year rolled around and Luke still hadn’t shown any signs of getting sick, Julie had remarked,

“Maybe you’ve finally built up your immune system enough.”

The next week Luke was calling for her from his room across the hall.

It was the flu again but this time it was easier.

Julie, Alex, and Reggie took turns taking care of their sick roommate while the others were in classes, though everyone agreed that Julie had to be in charge of the tea. Despite Julie’s insistence that it was easy to make, Alex and Reggie refused after their first attempts had been scorned by Luke who insisted they did it wrong.

“You are such a drama queen,” she’d said, rolling her eyes at the boy as she delivered the tea.

“You’re the best, Molina.” He’d said as he took a sip, ignoring her comment on his dramatics.

“Shut up and drink your tea.” Julie laughed, brushing off the compliment as she turned on Netflix, taking a seat on the other side of the living room.

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4 - Senior Year

After what all their friends had insisted was years of tension and pining, Luke and Julie got together just in time for Luke to catch pneumonia. It was the worst virus Luke had caught yet and Julie was silently glad that their relationship was new enough that they hadn’t kissed yet. Judging by Luke’s state, she hoped she never got pneumonia.

He had a fever for the first few days and Julie, Alex, and Reggie did their best to keep their distance, only coming into his room to deliver soup, tea, water, and medicine. Once the fever had disappeared, Luke was allowed to rejoin the rest, though only from a distance. The four roommates spending the afternoons in the living room together to keep the boy company as he laid on the couch. Still, even with the fever gone Luke spent the next week and a half nearly hacking up his lungs every time he coughed and with stabbing chest pains.

“You’re not eating your soup,” Julie noticed one afternoon as she did her homework on the opposite side of the living room, Alex and Reggie both in class.

“I’m not hungry,” Luke whined, pushing the bowl farther away on the coffee table.

Julie frowned, getting up from her armchair to perch across from him on the coffee table, picking up the bowl.

“Babe, you’ve gotta eat,” Julie said pointedly and Luke frowned at the term of endearment, knowing she was using it to convince him to do what she said. “The doctor said you’d have a loss of appetite, but you need to eat.”

“C’mon, open up,” she instructed, holding out a spoonful of soup.

Luke huffed, glaring at his girlfriend but opening his mouth anyway, allowing her to spoon-feed him.

“Wow, I did not think Luke could get any needier,” Reggie remarked as he stepped into the apartment, Alex coming in behind him.

“Don’t get used to that,” he added, “Cause I will not feed you while Julie’s in class.”

Julie laughed, ruffling her boyfriend’s hair affectionately before feeding him another spoonful.

“I don’t deserve you, Molina,” he said affectionately between bites.

“Don’t you forget it, Patterson,” she smiled.

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+ 1 Year Later

After graduation in May, Julie and the Phantoms released their first full album and began their first tour in the fall thanks to the large following they’d accrued through their posts on YouTube since sophomore year and the success of their album. They’d had been touring for a couple of months before they finally took a break, just in time for Christmas.

Alex, Reggie, and Julie had all made plans to spend the break with their families, Reggie staying with his older sister and their family and Alex and Julie with their respective parents. However, Luke’s parents had found themselves on a business trip out of the country which is how the boy ended up spending his first Christmas at the Molina’s. Ray and Rose had been more than happy to have the boy stay with them when Julie explained the situation, though Ray had insisted on a strict policy of the two never being alone in the same room before Rose reminded him that Julie and Luke had been living together for five years and were grown adults.

The Molinas and Luke had a lovely Christmas together but when Julie woke up two days later she wished they had instituted her dad’s No Alone Time policy. She groggily made her way to the kitchen, rifling through the pantry for the peppermint tea to soothe her sore throat and hopefully clear up her sinuses. Before she could get very far though, her mom walked into the kitchen, immediately catching on to what she was doing. Julie rarely reached for tea on her own, hot chocolate being her hot beverage of preference, so Rose knew something must be up when she found her daughter rifling through the tea shelf.

“Go lay on the couch, Niña,” she insisted, ushering her daughter out of the kitchen, “I’ll take care of this.”

Julie did as she said, finding her favorite blanket from the basket in the corner and cuddling up on the couch. Her mom came in a few minutes later with her favorite mug in hand, setting it down on the coffee table in front of Julie.

“Don’t burn yourself, it’s hot,” Rose warned, placing a soft kiss on the top of her daughter’s head and patting her shoulder gently before returning to the kitchen to start on breakfast for the family.

It was only a couple of minutes later that Luke stumbled down the stairs calling her name.

“Juuuulie?” he pouted as he made his way into the living room. “Will you make me some tea?”

Her eyes went wide with the realization of how she’d gotten sick as she clutched her own mug of tea in her hands.

“So this is your fault,” she gasped, voice thick due to the congestion.

“What?” Luke asked, tilting his head in confusion, the fogginess in his brain from having just woken up and being sick preventing him from connecting the dots quickly.

“You got me sick.” She accused, narrowing her eyes at her boyfriend who’s eyes widened in response.

“Oh my gosh, seriously?” He asked, concern immediately filling his voice. “I’m sorry Jules.”

“I haven’t gotten sick in over four years and all it takes is one germy kiss from you,” she whined and Luke barked out a laugh before wincing at the pain it caused his throat.

“Well, the good news is we can recover together,” he said, plopping down on the couch and snuggling into her side.

“Luke, honey, do you need a blanket?” Rose asked as she returned to the living room, another cup of tea in hand, the woman obviously having overheard them from the kitchen. Luke nodded sheepishly and Rose smiled, setting the tea down in front of him and crossing the room to grab a blanket.

“Thank you, Mama Molina,” he said graciously, wrapping himself in the fleece material and picking up his tea.

“Anything to get the two of you better before you have to go back on tour,” she said, patting both their shoulders lovingly before going back to her cooking.

Julie groaned at the reminder. They were supposed to start back on the road in a week, but with Luke’s track record of illnesses, there was no knowing how long either of them would be sick this time.

Fortunately, thanks to a diet of Rose’s homemade chicken noodle soup and tea remedy as well as medication, Julie and Luke were feeling better in a couple of days.

“I’d always known, but now I really see where you got your nursing skills from,” Luke remarked on the first morning he’d woken up able to breathe through his nose.

Julie grinned.

“You sure are lucky to have the Molina women in your life,” she teased.

“Damn right.” He nodded sincerely.

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issaxcharlie · 3 years

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You are the music in me

Pairing: Alive! Luke Patterson x Julie Molina

Request: SICK FIC JUKE: “Juke live together (but not dating yet) with Alex and Reggie all in apartment, both Julie and Luke wake up sick as dogs (flu/strep up to you) and force stay home from classes,sick by Alex. While being alone basically all day they finally admitted they like each other more than friends and get together when they start feeling better few days later.”

THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST ANON🤍

This is not how Julie and Luke saw each other spending the weekend. They took care of Alex for a whole week together and just when the drummer began to feel better, his friends fell to the flu. To stop the chain of illness, Julie decided that it was best for Reggie and Alex to stay in Willie's instead of the apartment the four friends share until she and Luke recovered, but two stubborn patients taking care of each other is a somewhat chaotic combination.

"I can't take those pills, they are huge!" The guitarist has his arms crossed, his lips completely closed in a grimace almost impossible to undo.

"Luke, I've seen you eat two meatball sandwiches at the same time, I’m pretty sure one pill is not going to kill you."

He was about to continue fighting when Julie turns to cough. Every minute that passes she looks weaker and probably what she needs the least is to be carrying with his tantrums. So he takes the pills from her and passes them after maybe 15 tries and 3 possible chokes. Julie laughs slightly with each attempt, satisfied that at least he is trying for her.

Once they both finally finish taking all of their meds, Luke uses what little strength he has left to carry her in bridal style to her room. Julie tries to resist but her lack of strenght is way too much.

"Let yourself be taken care of, Molina." He whispers in her ear as he draws her closer to him. When they finally get to the room Luke gently lays her down on the bed and covers her in blankets to the best of his ability.

He feels bad for her. Because yes, he was there during Alex's illness, but the truth is that he didn't do much. The only reason he got sick is because he shares a room with him. On the other hand, Julie was faithfully taking care of her friend, taking his temperature, reminding him at the correct time about his medicines to the point of setting alarms at 4 in the morning just to make sure he got up to take them, made him hot meals and tea, she was the perfect nurse.

And what does she have instead? Him. The one who hates taking pills, doesn’t know how to take the temperature, much less what time the medicines are due, and he definitely doesn't know how to cook much more than a sandwich.

But something the aspiring musician does know how to do and sure as hell will do for her is giving her all the cuddles she might need (and probably want).

Luke walks to the other side of the bed and sits on the empty side, bringing burrito Julie into his arms, her resting her head on his chest.

He takes a few seconds to enjoy the situation. Yes, it is not at all what they expected to do today, on Saturdays they usually write all morning and rehearse all afternoon to go to some small club to play at night. The band was completely their priority on weekends as they had to study and work to support themselves, so the guitarist couldn't remember a Saturday where they stayed like this, doing nothing but enjoying each other.

Luke had become so immersed in that routine that he had simply sunk to the bottom those feelings that usually shine bright as the sun when they write or sing together or in rare moments like this one when he has her all for him, their hearts beating as one.

Realizing that he liked Julie was as easy as discovering his passion for music. When is her, everyday situations like hearing her rave happily about something that happened during the day feels like listening to his favorite song at full volume. And there’s the other side of it, those special moments like performing on a stage together. The sensations he gets are on a league of their own, their chemistry growing and enveloping in this mesmerizing explosion of energy. She’s this beautiful bright star that for some strange miracle, he is blessed to admire closely without burning.

The love and admiration he feels for her is so big that it terrifies him. In his experience, these types of sensations are not free. His passion for music completely cost him the relationship with his parents, not even the effort of continuing in school has made them give his dream of being a musician a chance.

What will it cost him to chase Julie in a romantic way? Their friendship? The band? What if things don't turn out as he would like and they end up fighting and separating the one thing that has cost them so much to build? Sleepless nights, hunger, blood, sweat, raising this dream has not been easy, could he really dare to risk it in this way? Could he be so selfish?

He often forces himself to think he couldn’t, but at that moment, Julie Molina swings her body to the side so she can look at him head on. Her big, beautiful dark eyes fixed on his.

“You aren’t usually quiet for more than 5 minutes, are you alright? Does something hurt? Do you want me to check your temperature?" With some effort, she manages to free the arm that is not resting on the bed and gently touches Luke's forehead, making sure he is okay.

He can't help but grin in response. She’s just so perfect. She shares the same passion as him, she fully understands the magical feeling of being on stage and it provokes on her the same excitement and adrenaline. She is sweet and cares about everyone, even loves his friends as much as he does. She is determined, smart, funny, beautiful. A lot of times he can't even understand how someone so perfect exists. And she not only exists, but is there next to him, wrapped in his arms.

“I- I’m fine, everything is fine, I promise. Focus on resting that angelic voice of yours.” She blushes as if that is not an already well established fact. He can’t help but look adoringly in response. He just loves to make her blush, being able to cause those reactions in her so easily.

You're right, I can't risk being replaced by one of the many groupies that have been after you lately." He can’t help a cocky grin, she blushes even more and decides to sink her head into his chest.

He takes advantage and hugs her even closer to him, bringing his head closer to her face to whisper in her ear.

"I could never replace you." He feels her expression changing in his chest, probably a smile. Her small hand squeezing his back in response.

“Liar.”

“Are you jealous, Molina? Because that’s hot.” She lets out a nervous laugh and Luke pulls her away just enough to be face to face.

“I’m not jealous.” She murmurs trying to sound sure, the image of those girls way too close to Luke at last weekend’s gig clouding her vision.

“Good, because you don’t have a reason to be.”

The singer looks down, she understood the opposite of what the guitarist was trying to say.

“H- Hey, no. I didn’t mean it like that.” With one of his fingers he carefully lifts her chin so he can see her eyes again.

There's a part of Luke that tells him to take a moment to think about what to say. The logical and sinic part. The one who knows that what he is going to do is going to cost him.

But the other party, the one who has been in love with Julie Molina for 2 years, is already tired of waiting and ready to take a leap of faith. And today that his mind is tired and weak, heart conquers logic.

Neither has spoken aloud about their special relationship, but they know something is there. It is a wordless fact between the two. And maybe it's time to add words to the melody.

“I meant you really don’t have to because all I hear, is you. I have tried to find peace in my soul with hundreds and hundreds of melodies, Julie. And it wasn't until I heard your voice that I found the right one.

Why would I even want to think of anyone else when I have so much more than I could have imagined across the hall every day? It’s always you. You, making sure I eat when I’m in my obsessive writer mode. You, stroking my hair when you think I fell asleep. You, spying me with your beautiful eyes between classes to make sure I’m actually on school. You, watching musicals with me till 5 am on Saturdays even thought we had one hell of a difficult day and a tired night just because you love to see my reactions. You, worried about me feeling bad when you are clearly sicker. It’s always you, Julie.”

In a moment of bravery, Julie brushes her lips against Luke's, waiting for him to make the final decision, which he doesn't take two seconds to make by capturing her lips on his, savoring finally being able to know what it feels like to kiss Julie Molina.

That it tasted like honey was not something that surprised him after seeing her eat several tablespoons of honey with lemon before bringing her to rest.

“Luke, remember when we watched High School Musical 2?” She grins, clearly happy with what just happened.

“Yeah, like a month ago.” he seems surprised with the random question but smiles to encourage her.

“Well, I mentally dedicated you ‘you are the music in me.’ Huh, It feels good to get it off my chest.”

He laughs. Anyone else would be offended or at least scared that the other person won't talk about what just happened, but they have a different connection. Music is the one who unites their souls and for she to tell him something as powerful as ‘you are the music in me’ is almost as strong as an I love you, maybe even stronger. Practically her subtle, awkward and wholesome way of saying he’s her person too.

And that’s more than perfect for him. She doesn’t need to say a speech, much less now that she is not feeling well. The love she shows him in a thousand ways every day is more than enough.

He knows that when they both improve and logic regains territory they will have a lot to discuss about their new relationship, but the most important step has already been taken. For now, all he has to worry about is that the tea turns out drinkable enough and keeping her warm enough with cuddles and kisses on the forehead... maybe some more on the lips too.

THANK YOU FOR READING✨✨

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n0wornever · 3 years

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Christmas Tree Farm - Julie Molina x Reader

Festive tings with my favorite girl. (was totally inspired by @calamitykaty‘s most recent Christmas piece for this one!

“Julie, you’re going to want to bundle up more than that!” Y/N said as she wrapped her plush white scarf around her neck again.

She looked over at her girlfriend, standing in the doorway with her lightweight jacket laying open over her dark green turtleneck. Julie fidgeted with the coat sleeves as she scrunched her face in confusion. Y/N simply rolled her eyes at the girl, leaning back and opening the wicker picnic basket beneath their shoe rack.

Julie watched carefully as the girl dug through the colorful fabrics. Finally, she pulled out a set of white gloves and a matching hat, holding them up in the air. Her girlfriend hesitated before stepping forward and grabbing them from her hands. As Y/N rose to meet her gaze, she frowned. Julie was still holding the garments in her hand.

“Baby, you’re in the midwest in the middle of December,” She said, scooping up a green scarf from the coat hanger to her right.

She stepped toward the girl, circling the soft material around Julie’s neck a few times before letting her hands rest on her shoulders. Her girlfriend’s cheeks began to blossom, and Y/N couldn’t help but smirk at the quick reaction she received. She let her hands slide down to the scarf again, pulling the curly-haired girl closer to her. She leaned in and pressed her lips to Julie’s with a smile. As they pulled back, she was sure the temperature had risen for her too.

As she stepped back, Julie held up the gloves to her girlfriend’s face, waving them back and forth.

“Babe, do you really think I’ll need all of this?” She whined, lip pouting on command.

Y/N shook her head as she laughed at her persistence. When she checked the weather this morning, she noted the high of 32 and the possibility of snow on the horizon in the evening. It was due almost to the exact minute that they were supposed to arrive at the Christmas Palace. She simply nodded, mimicking her full lips back to her as she placed her own onto her hands.

“Yes, you are going to thank me for it in like an hour,” Y/N checked her watch to make sure they were still on schedule to meet her grandfather.

Her pop’s Christmas tree farm was right outside of the city limits. The place had been in her family’s life for decades and although she’d been there hundreds of times, their visits never bored Y/N. That was because there was a secret after event that he put on just for those closest to him.

If you squinted in between the trees and around the log cabin in the daylight, you’d see rows and rows of string lights. There were also several animated characters in wrapped around wires that sat in different areas of the snow going almost entirely unnoticed. However, every night after he had closed to the general public for the evening, these items would come alive in a light show that he held for friends and family who came to visit.

Y/N remembered the first time he’d let her help flip the switch. She had to have been no older than 6, and had to be hoisted up into his arms to reach the cover plate, pushing it forward. He always told her that he’d never forget what happened next. She had gazed upon the yards and yards of perfectly powdered trees and her eyes widened in excitement. Grandpa always said he kept that smile in the locket he wore around his neck.

Y/N played with the gold chain resting at the nape of her neck for a moment as Julie finished getting ready. Her eyes were fixed on the stairs, tearing at her lower lip as she drifted back to the flashes of green and red lining Forester Road. She sweet smell of pine leaves lining her jacket for afternoons after her visit. The warm cocoa she practically spilled all over herself in the car as her mom drove down that rugged gravel road.

She was only pulled back by a grip on her waist. She turned to the right and found her smiling girl staring straight at her with a toothy grin.

“Are you ready baby?” Julie asked, gripping at the girl’s red peacoat.

Y/N nodded, bringing her lips back down to meet hers. As they pulled away, Julie’s thumb rose to brush against her lips, her wide grin still splashed across her cheeks.

“I left a little red on your lips,” She muttered as she brushed against the skin.

After she’d erased the stain of her lips, Julie pulled back with her hand outstretched. Y/N clasped onto it as she followed her out the door. As they reached her mother’s car, Y/N released her hand from Julie’s, sending it up to Julie’s hat as she pulled it below the girl’s ears. She could hear her girlfriend’s giggles as she tugged it left to right until it pleased her.

Finally satisfied, Y/N ran over to the drivers side. Her hand met a pile of snow pooling at the handle. She dusted the majority off with her hand before she pulled it toward her and crawled inside. She put the key in the ignition, alerting the Christmas station she’d preselected the night before. As she turned to back up, her eyes fell on Julie. The small girl held her hands up against the heater, eyes narrowed at her pink fingertips.

“I told you,” Y/N said with a giggle.

Julie met her eyes with a frown before turning back to her hands. Y/N placed her hand behind the girl’s seat and pulled out of the driveway. As sleigh bells rang softly in the background, Y/N hummed along to the carol. She could feel Julie’s eyes on her, and she knew she should be talking. However Y/N was doing her best to ignore her sweating palms underneath her steering wheel.

She had no idea why she was so nervous for Julie to meet pops. He literally loved everyone he ever met. he was the first person to ask her when he’d meet a significant other after she came out, asking her to bring her out to the farm as soon as she could. However, now that her beautiful girlfriend sat next to her, ready to fulfill that promise, she wasn’t so sure. Her grip on the steering wheel sent a throbbing sensation to her palms, it brought her attention to something.

“So,” Julie said, finally breaking the silence.

Her hand moved to the radio volume dial, turning Oh Holy Night down to an inaudible level. Y/N straightened her neck, letting it fall side to side as she waited for her to continue.

“What should I expect? You’ve barely told me anything about this place.”

Julie was right, she hadn’t said anything about her Pop’s farm because that was the best way for her to experience it. She wanted her to have that authentic first reaction that she and many others have over the years. More importantly, Y/N wanted to capture the way her eyes lit up as she asked her grandpa to let the girl flip the switch.

“Jules, honey, I told you that I can’t spoil it.”

She her her groan, rotating the dial back up and letting the choral voices take over the conversation. She tried not to laugh as her eyes darted toward the girl’s for a second, taking in her snarl as she looked at the snowy trees surrounding them.

Y/N’s eyes fell on the small green sign at the end of the road. It had a small, very worn, picture of Santa on it with the words “Kindling Tree Farm” etched across it in red cursive writing. Y/n flipped on her turn signal at the light, turning onto the gravel road. A smirk rose onto her face again as she watched Julie clutch onto the car handle as she car shifted back and forth.

They finally came to a smoother pasture as they entered the park. She looked out the window and saw her a familiar smile on the front porch of the cabin. Her grandfather waved at her and she returned the greeting, then pulling into a parking space. As she shifted into park and unbuckled her seatbelt, she turned to her girlfriend one more time.

“He’s a little stoic, but I promise he means well.” Y/N warned her.

Julie bit down on her bottom lip. Y/N noted the quickness of her chest as it rose and fell and reached out for her hand. Julie met her eyes again, a soft smile laid on her right cheek.

“He’s going to love you, I. swear.”

Julie nodded at the girl, squeezing onto her hand before letting go. The two girls hopped out of the car, and Julie walked through the light snow over to Y/N’s side. The girl’s hand tingled as she let herself grip her girlfriend’s hand, pulling her toward the wooden porch. Y/N locked eyes with her grandfather, the older man’s hand on his locket, fidgeting with it as he watched them walk toward him.

As they reached the landing, Y/N took a deep breath. She plastered a smile across her face as she let go of Julie’s hand and reached to wrap her arms around the tall man in front of her. His beard hit her in the face, causing her to giggle into the embrace. As they pulled back, Julie intertwined their hands again quickly.

“Pops, this is Julie,” Y/N said, shaking their entangled hands a bit to catch Julie’s attention.

The man was quiet for a moment, studying Julie with narrow eyes. After a breath of quiet, Julie reached forward first with her hand outstretched. Y/N couldn’t help but melt as she listened to the shakiness in her girlfriend’s voice.

“So nice to finally meet you sir,” She said with as much confidence as she could muster.

Y/N’s eyes fell to her grandfather, who inched toward the girl slowly. His stern expression melted into a soft smile as her shook her hand. Y/N finally let out the breath that waited for her as the exchange ended. Her grandfather pointed back toward the door, meeting his granddaughter’s eyes.

“Are you all thirsty? I just made some cocoa.”

The girl nodded, not even checking with her partner to her right. The two followed him into cabin. Warmth hit them from the moment they entered the candlelit home, the smell of milk chocolate hanging in the air of the kitchen. Y/N led Julie to the table in front of them, letting go of her to pull out her chair. Once the two were sitting, Y/N finally met her girlfriend’s eyes.

“Are you okay?” She asked as she took off her gloves, placing them next to her on the corner of the table.

“Yeah,” Julie said with a small smile.

Y/N reached over to clasp both of her hands around Julie’s. The two looked at each other for a moment, only interrupted by the whistle of the kettle on the stove. Their eyes migrated toward the sound, finding her grandfather the the burner, pouring the steaming liquid into horribly themed mugs. Y/N’s smile grew as she watched him put one, two, three marshmallows on top of the drink...like he always did.

The man turned to her with two finished products in his hands. Y/N reached forward and grabbed them both from him, nodding before she turned back to the table. She looked back and forth from the Grinch shaped glass to the Santa shaped glass, debating between the two. She heard Julie chuckle and met her eyes for a moment.

“For that, you get the Grinch cup,” She said, sticking out her tongue at the girl.

Julie rolled her eyes, gripping the mug with both hands. Y/N watched as the girl closed her eyes, taking a whiff of the silky chocolate smell before letting them flutter open. Y/N did the same before letting her lips touch the warm surface, tipping the drink back to her throat. It tasted slightly like peppermint and her eyes fell back behind her.

“Did you sneak the candy canes in here again?” She asked the man as he finished creating his own drink.

He looked over his shoulder at her, pressing one finger to his lips to quiet her questioning. She shook her head before leaning back over the table. She rolled her eyes at Julie.

“He totally did.”

The man finally joined them at the table and the three sipped on their cups quietly. Y/N’s gaze wandered back to Julie’s to find her eyes fixated on her grandfather’s neck. He noticed the curly-haired girl staring as well and cupped the locket in his hand.

“Did Y/N tell you about this?”

Julie shook her head as she brought her cup back to her lips. Y/N watched as her grandfather’s smile widened as he slipped it off his neck. He let the gold-plated item sit on the table, unclasping the lock. As it opened, he pushed it toward Julie.

Y/N watched as her girlfriend reached out, only touching the outside with her fingertips lightly as she brought it closer to her. She leaned over to look at the contents too. In front of both of them sat a photo of a beaming young girl pointing in front of her and an older man smiling as he held her in his arms. Julie looked back up to him as she pointed at it.

“Is this Y/N?”

He nodded, taking a quick sip before responding.

“Yes, it is,” He said, tipping his glass toward Julie.��“That was the biggest smile I’ve ever seen from this one. I knew the moment I saw her eyes meet the lights, that I had to have that picture of her in another place outside of my mind. Luckily, her mom thought so too and snapped the photo just in time.”

Julie smiled softly as she brushed the yellowing photo with her fingertip. That smile was replaced by furrowed brows as she looked up and tilted her head as she held the man’s gaze. Y/N watched the interaction in anticipation, eyes darting from one of them to the other.

“Lights?”

Her grandfather’s gaze fell to hers with raised eyebrows. Y/N tried to hid her rosy cheeks as she shrugged at him.

“I wanted it to be a surprise.”

His shoulders shook in a short giggle before he turned to the window. The sun had finally fully set, and the night sky had taken over the park. He turned back to Y/N with a grin, nodding toward the door with his head.

“Want to show her now? I think it’s dark enough.”

Y/N looked over to her girlfriend who sat waiting with parted lips and an eyebrow cocked up at her. She turned back to the man at the head of the table and nodded, setting down her glass.

“Come on baby,” She whispered, taking the girl’s hand as they both stood to their feet.

Julie trailed behind Y/N as her grandfather led them back to the porch. Y/N swung Julie around to the other side of her, placing the girl between her and her grandfather. Her girlfriend gave her a questioning look, but she averted the pressing gaze as she moved right over to her grandfather’s. Y/N nodded toward Julie and he shot her a wink. He cleared his throat before addressing her.

“Julie, there’s a switch behind you. Could you flip it on for me?”

The girl nodded slowly, turning around. Her hand fell against the switch, lifting it up with her ring finger.

Y/N felt a smile already spreading across her face as Julie glanced at the lights from the corner of her eye. As the girl fully turned around, her eyes widened at the scene in front of her. Strings and strings of festive lights hung throughout the rows of trees. A small toy train made its way around the front of the porch, Julie’s eyes following its movements as it sang to the snow around it. Y/N watched as her eyes wandered to the sea of waving elves and smiling Santa figurines that were spread around the freshly fallen snow.

Y/N squeezed lightly onto her hand as she watched Julie’ eyes crinkle with her widening smile. She used her free hand to grab her phone out of her pocket, flipping on the camera. She held the screen up to Julie’s side profile, angling it a bit to get a few of the lights in frame too. She snapped a few photos before the girl caught on and smiled directly at her.

As she slid her device back into her jeans, she looked over at her grandfather. He made his way over to her other side, walking across the porch. Both of their eyes fell to the girl holding Y/N’s hand, who watched the scene in front of her with glossy eyes and rosy cheeks. As Y/N felt a smile pull at her cheeks once again, he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“Do you have a locket ready?”

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