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g1rld1ary · 11 days

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hi baby !! 🧡

im sick rn and ive looked alllllll over and i couldnt find anything could you write a sickfic for luke from jatp where the female!reader gets sick ? reader is his girl 😽

im doing the same prompt on my blog because im so obsessed with the idea of sickfics and im such a luke girl

so you probably wont have much trouble figuring out who sent you this later if you look it up LMFAO 😍😍

pshsshssh thank you !! 🌼🌼

sick days ; luke patterson x fem!reader

➻ synopsis: you're not feeling well, but luke is here to look after you

➻ word count: 1905

➻ content: established relationship, implied aged up to early 20ish, pet names (love, baby, my girl), tooth rotting fluff

➻ obsessed with this request!!! i've never written a sickfic before so hope this is ok!! hope ur feeling better lovey xxxx

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Your body ached. That was the only thing you could feel. Actually, that was incorrect; you also had a headache and a snotty nose and you were pretty sure your temperature could boil water. In essence, you felt awful. You’d toughed it out for as long as you could, making yourself a steaming hot tea and cozying into the sofa for the night. It wasn’t making you feel any better. So, in a last ditch effort of saving your night, you dialled your boyfriend.

You smiled as his croaky, half-asleep voice came through your phone, murmuring your name.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You asked, brows furrowed as you checked the time, gasping when it read 1:45am. You thought it was still closer to eleven.

“Don’t worry about it, couldn’t sleep anyway,” Luke lied and you frowned, though he couldn’t see it through the screen.

“No, it’s dumb. I’m sorry I woke you up. Night, Luke.” You moved to hang up when Luke interrupted you.

“Baby, wait! Clearly something’s bothering you. What’s up?” You smiled despite your discomfort, your boyfriend always boosting your mood without even trying.

“Nothing,” You pouted in your puddle of blankets, “Just feel sick.” You could feel Luke’s pity without him saying anything and weren’t sure whether to be indignant or grateful.

“Can you stay awake for twenty more minutes, love?”

“I guess so, why?” You asked, turning the TV back on as something to keep you from sleeping.

“I love you,” Was all he said, hanging up on you abruptly. You smiled softly to yourself, willing your eyes to stay open as you tried to focus on the sitcom in front of you.

You were just dozing off when you heard your apartment door unlocking and the brief shuffling of feet in the entryway. Your grin brightened, the familiar butterflies returning to your chest, even after months of being with Luke. The man in questioned approached you quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you looked up at him.

“Luke, it’s 2 am, what are you doing here?” You asked despite the obvious answer, opening your shield of blankets for him to crawl onto the sofa with you. He made you wait, tipping out his reusable shopping bag onto the coffee table in front of you. There lay a pint of ice cream, tea bags, painkillers, and your favourite chocolate. Suddenly you weren’t sure if the heat on your face was fever or blush. Silently you held your arms out, and Luke dove into them with all the enthusiasm of a child, peppering your faces with all the kisses he could manage.

“Couldn’t let my girl be sick on her own,” He mumbled, nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck, eliciting a bout of giggles from you.

“My very own Prince Charming,” You grinned, pecking his temple. After a gratuitous moment of cuddling Luke peeled himself off you, taking on the role of concerned caretaker. He was quick to dart into the kitchen, turning the kettle on for your tea and grabbing a spoon for the ice cream he’d bought. Sitting himself in the vacant spot next to you he fixed his focus onto the TV.

“What are we watching?” He asked, pulling the lid off the ice cream tub for you.

“How I Met Your Mother, I’ve just reached season seven.” Luke gasped dramatically, holding his hands over his chest in faux outrage.

“You continued without me? How could you?” You laughed at his accusatory tone, shrugging your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Lukey. You have to forgive me though, I’m sick,” You punctuated the statement with a pathetic cough, smiling as Luke easily settled down.

You watched in silence for a bit, both giggling at the stupid jokes. After a while you felt Luke looking at you seriously, but chose not to think much of it, continuing to tune in to the show. When he pulled out a thermometer, you raised an eyebrow. Luke wasn’t usually one to be so prepared, but you let him rest it on your tongue nonetheless. When it read a concerningly high number Luke frowned, silently popping the painkillers out of their packaging, feeding you with the insistence of a fed up mother hen.

“Why aren’t you a nurse?” You joked, swallowing the medication with a mouthful of melted ice cream, “Rockstar be damned.”

“Only for you, love.”

“That’s not true, I’ve seen you fretting over Reggie,” You laughed, and Luke couldn’t help but join you.

“That’s fair. You’re my favourite, though.”

“How unexpected.” You craned your neck to press a kiss to his jaw, revelling in the dumb grin that crept onto his face.

You both settled into silence, you leant into Luke’s side, his hands rubbing soft circles into your thigh. You could feel yourself drifting in and out of sleep, never quite able to stay in it for one reason or another. The blanket was too hot, you were cold without it, your head hurt. Nothing was quite right and all you wanted to do was sleep for as long as humanly possible.

“Luke?” You whispered, in case he was already asleep.

“Yes, love?” He replied, shifting his position to look down at you. You faltered for a moment, overwhelmed with the pure adoration in his eyes.

“Will you play for me?” Luke was up in a second, arranging you on the sofa. You giggled as he manhandled you, lying you down and wrapping you tightly in your blanket so you couldn’t escape. You teased him about being his captive audience as he tuned his guitar quickly, never being so grateful for his perfect pitch.

Without anymore holdups Luke began to play, plucking softly at the strings to create a melody that filled the air of your little apartment. His playing was like a siren call, pressing weights on your eyelids until you could barely stand to keep them open. You watched him while you could, admiring the way the faint light from the kitchen lamp made him look like an Adonis, his hair illuminated in gold and his features accentuated by the shadows. You couldn’t believe he was your boyfriend. Luke Patterson, heartthrob of Julie and the Phantoms was your dorky, adoring boyfriend who would make supermarket trips in the middle of the night for you. Who had your favourite ice cream memorised and your key attached to his, so he could come see you whenever he missed you (which was pretty much always).

Despite the various aches and pains that had overtaken your body, the only thing you could feel as you drifted off to sleep was the burning ball of light in your chest, a chemical mixture of joy and love and gratitude, overtaking your senses one by one until you were asleep, dreams filled of beautiful images of your boyfriend.

When you woke up the next morning, you figured out it wasn’t morning at all. Luke had evidently switched off your phone’s alarm after you’d fallen asleep, and it was well into early afternoon when you’d arisen. To his credit though, the sleep had done you some good, and you felt much less like walking death after an intense sleep.

You untangled yourself from the knit blanket, your feet wobbly on the hard wood floors. You had serious post-nap daze, and wandered through your flat looking for your boyfriend. The poorly made sheets on your actual bed told you where Luke slept last night — or this morning, more accurately — you smiled at the way he’d arranged your stuffed animals.

Stuck to the fridge under your New York City magnet was a note from Luke, explaining he had to go to rehearsal but he’d be back later to check on you. You pulled the paper off, travelling back to your room to put the note in your ‘Luke’ box, adding to the collection of notes and drawings he’d given you inconsequentially that you’d held onto.

As the afternoon ticked by you’d gotten onto your computer, figuring that although you were still ill you should try and get something productive done. You were armed with your box of tissues as you got started on an assignment you had due at the end of the week, and slipped your headphones on to get into the headspace.

You screamed as a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind, quickly dissolving into giggles as you realised it was only Luke, back from rehearsal.

“Your voice still sounds scratchy, baby, how are you feeling?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Better, promise. Tomorrow I’ll probably go to class if I get another good night’s sleep.”

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, and you felt your insides melting all over again. You closed the laptop, knowing you weren’t going to get much more done now that Luke was with you.

You spent the evening together, ordering in pizza from the place around the corner and getting slightly wine drunk as Luke told you all about his earlier rehearsal and the antics of his band. He sang you part of the new song he and Julie had written and you applauded dramatically, only stopping when you broke into a coughing fit.

“Wanna watch something?” He asked when you grew tired again, cuddling up to him like a cat.

“Barbie?” You asked hopefully, looking up at him with wide eyes. Luke sighed dramatically, but you knew he was just pretending not to like the animated movies you’d grown up on.

“Only if it’s Island Princess,” He offered and you nodded enthusiastically.

The two of you settled in for the movie night, Luke getting much more into the movie as it went on, as he always did. By the end you were singing duets — your voice considerably less pleasing than his, especially due to your illness — Luke taking on the role of the prince letting you be Ro.

As the credits rolled you felt your eyes closing again, and you felt eerily like you did as a younger girl, falling asleep on the couch after a Barbie movie. This was better though, because now you had Luke next to you. He’d taken his role as big spoon extremely seriously, and had all but become one with the couch, pressing into the back as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

You shifted your position to face him, watching his face relax into contentedness as he tried to doze off to sleep. Feeling you watch him he cracked one eye open, mouth producing a dumb grin that made butterflies erupt in your chest.

“What?” He asked, but you got the distinct impression he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Nothing,” You lied, but gave in easily, “You’re pretty.”

“You’re pretty too. Now go to sleep.” You nodded, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Kay, goodnight Lukey. I love you.”

“Love you too, my girl. So much.” His answer was muffled by him pressing his face into your hair to pull you closer, but you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face even as sleep enveloped you.

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froggywritesstuff · 1 year

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the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Deadpool

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

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heliads · 2 years

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

it's road trip time indeed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

requested by @thornyrose463, i hope you enjoy!

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lunarwritesthings · 9 months

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Corpse Husband

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Shows and Movies

Julie and The Phantoms

Luke Patterson

Alex Mercer

Reggie Peters

Heartstopper

Nick Nelson

Charlie Springs

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swanimagines · 2 years

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IMAGINE DATING LUKE AND HAVING AN EPILEPSY FIT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE.

requested by @jules-cameron

(I'm not happy with this even though I fought with this for a few hours but I hope this isn't that bad... ALSO I'M SO ANGRY THIS SHOW GOT CANCELLED WTF NETFLIX 😭 I'm gonna miss this series so fricking much...)

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It came by a complete surprise. That familiar feeling that you always had before a seizure and you barely registered it before you lost consciousness. They all watched in horror as you started convulsing but fortunately Julie had paid attention on first aid classes and knew how to help you, telling the boys what to do.

Waking up and seeing them all sitting around you with worried expressions made you confused for a moment.

"What happened? Why are you all looking at me like that?" you asked, slowly sitting up.

"You had a seizure, it looked like an epileptic seizure," Julie explained and frowned at you.

"Oh," you mumbled, she made you realize what had just happened, and you felt horrible for having not told them.

You knew you should have told them, but you had trusted your meds - they barely ever failed you. And you just tried to believe that they don't have to know, they could think of you as a freak.

After being bullied for four years at daycare and school before getting your meds, your default fear with everyone was that you'd be judged for having this one hell of a condition you had been cursed with if they knew. Maybe it would scare them away, maybe you would even lose Luke when he would think of you as a burden.

But if you had just looked past your fears, you would have seen that they wouldn't judge you. They were your friends, they wouldn't judge you for something like that. And Luke loved you, he had told you that and shown you that numerous times. You felt stupid of having kept your epilepsy as a secret now.

"Sorry," you muttered and Luke leaned forward, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

"You scared us there," you heard Alex say after a few moments and pulled away from your boyfriend, offering an apologizing smile to the boys and Julie.

"I was sure you would get scared and abandon me," you confessed, rubbing your face in embarrassment. "People have done that before."

Luke frowned at you and then cupped your cheek, clearly sensing it was a painful topic for you. "We could never abandon you, Y/N."

You leaned into his hand, grateful that they were so understanding. "I know, I just... I don't even know, I thought my meds wouldn't betray me while I'm with you guys, and I wouldn't have to deal with this conversation."

Julie reached out and grabbed your hand, drawing slow circles to the back of it with her thumb. "Y/N, we care about you. You don't have to hide anything from us, we won't judge."

You looked at Julie for a while, before turning your hand around to clasp her hand in your own, squeezing it.

You smiled when you were reminded about it once again - you had the best friends in the whole world.

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(gif is mine! My internet is slow again and finding gifs is pain because they won't load so I made one with Luke even though this imagine involves the whole gang)

Tags: @noncannonships @amirahiddleston @simsrecs @dancingwith-sunflowers @bookfrog242 @katherinepetrovawife // send me an ask if you wanna be added to any of my fandom taglists!

#luke patterson #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson x you #luke patterson x y/n #luke patterson imagine #jatp #jatp imagine #julie and the phantoms #jatp drabble #imagine #imagines #reader insert #female reader #my works #jatp gif imagine #gif imagine

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xlostinobsessionsx · 3 years

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Everything has changed | Charlie Gillespie

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x female Reader

Word Count: 2,854

Warnings: None, just tooth-rotting fluff

Hello, lovely fantoms! 👻💞

I’ve written my first Charlie Gillespie imagine ever. It’s been a while since I’ve last written anything. Furthermore I’ve never written anything in English because it’s not my native language.

A really really big thank you goes to @bass-ic-deaky 💕

Thank you for going out of your way to not only correct my syntax and grammar but also to even writing an entire part of it and making it way more emotional! (A/N: She refined the airport scene and now it makes me cry!) 💗

I hope you enjoy it!

(It’s based on the song Everything has changed by Taylor Swift ft. Ed Sheeran)

Masterlist

The first season of Julie and the Phantoms had been a huge success. It wasn’t long after for the second season to be announced. Kenny Ortega wanted to support even more young talent this time and had decided to give young songwriters a chance to write a song for the show. When (Y/N) had learned about this, she quickly had sent drafts of some of her songs to the executives in charge. (Y/N) couldn't believe it when she was invited a few weeks later to go to Vancouver to become part of the show. (Y/N) was not only allowed to attend the vocal coaching and the recordings of the songs, but also to be present during the shooting of the scenes for which she had written the song. The song was used for one of the performances of the band Julie and the Phantoms so (Y/N) hung around a lot with Madison and the boys. They all got on very well and (Y/N) liked each of them a lot. However she had to admit to herself that she had a crush on the canadian. Just a little one. Alright, maybe a big one, but she would never admit it.

(Y/N) always brought her guitar to set, so that she could play a bit in between takes. She was sitting apart from the actors, who were eating lunch, not feeling that hungry today. Not playing too loud to prevent her from disturbing anyone, (Y/N) lightly strummed her guitar strings before softly, she began to sing.

All I knew this morning when I woke

Is I know something now, know something now I didn't before

This was how (Y/N) had felt the first morning on set. She had been so nervous that she had been trembling slightly. What if the cast didn’t like her song? Even if she had been afraid, she knew that this was a unique chance. It had been a step out of her comfort zone and she had been aware that a lot of new things would be coming her way.

And all I've seen since 18 hours ago

Is green eyes and freckles

And your smile in the back of my mind making me feel like

The first time her eyes had met the ones of the young actor (Y/N) couldn’t stop thinking about him. From day one Charlie had been incredulously nice to her, trying to make her feel comfortable on set. He had made sure to let her know how much he liked the song she had written for the show. At the end of the first day she had gone home with a big smile on her face, thought of Charlie clouding her mind.

I just want to know you better, know you better, know you better now

(Y/N) had wanted to know more about him. And with every new bit of information she got from him about himself, her interest only grew and her heart beat faster and faster.

Suddenly, someone sat down next to her. She looked up, slightly startled. Charlie chuckled “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. That sounded really good.” He complimented her with a wide smile. (Y/N) felt her cheeks turning crimson. “Is it yours? That song I mean.” He asked curiously.

(Y/N) nodded, hoping that Charlie hadn’t heard much of the lyrics. “Yeah, but it’s not finished yet. I can't seem to get any further from there.” She sighed.

“I could help you!” The young actor offered joyfully, as he quickly took the last bite of his pizza before wiping his hands as he turned to her.

“Uhm, you don’t have to.” (Y/N) nervously answered, feeling her face heat up further. She knew her feelings were unreciprocated and working with him on a song would only make things worse.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Charlie smiled brightly at her.

She paused, taking in his bright smile and the sincerity within his eyes. “Okay, fine.” (Y/N) gave in.

“Play the beginning again.” Charlie requested. (Y/N) took a deep breath, hoping the actor also won’t notice that it was about him. She started to play the song from the beginning and slowed to a stop at the same spot she did before. Charlie looked thoughtfully at her. “Hmmm, okay. So if I got this right, it’s a love song, right?” He asked her. (Y/N) nodded shyly. “Well, if you tell a story about two people meeting for the first time, why not go on from there? May I?” He pointed at the guitar. (Y/N) gave it to him relieved he didn��t catch up on her feelings for him yet. Slowly the actor started to play a few chords until he settled for a melody fitting the one she had played before.

Cause all I know is we said hello

His eyes met hers, a big smile forming on his lips.

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

He slowly came to a stop, unable to think of the next line. (Y/N) hoped he would just never stop singing to her. “What do you think of that?” Charlie interrupted her thoughts.

(Y/N) cleared her throat, shaking out her thoughts. “It sounds really good.” She complimented with a smile. “Could you maybe start again and this time end with G?” She asked him. Charlie nodded and started to play and sing the same part again he had just made up.

'Cause all I know is we said hello

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

Everything has changed

(Y/N) sang when Charlie played the G-chord. He looked up at her surprised. “Wow, this is amazing! The line is so fitting! Everything has changed, (Y/N) you’re a genius!” He exclaimed with a grin that stretched from ear to ear.

(Y/N) giggled, happy that Charlie liked it. “Thanks, Charlie.” She smiled brightly at him. With a nod Charlie started to play again.

All I know was you held the door

(Y/N) suggested, still remembering when Charlie had held the big doors that led inside the massive building with all the sets inside open for her. Charlie nodded encouraging her to continue but the words that almost left her lips next were too much. Instead Charlie continued, eyes never leaving hers.

And you'll be mine and I'll be yours

All I know since yesterday

Is everything has changed

He finished the chorus. Shocked, (Y/N) looked at him with big eyes. It was like Charlie had read her thoughts. But he couldn’t have. He was just trying to write a love song. He couldn’t feel the same about her! They just stared into each other’s eyes. A soft smile was forming on Charlie’s lips, so contagious that when it made any panic she felt go away, she had to smile herself. They were really having a moment, but all moments must come to an end. “We need you two on set again.” Kenny informed them from across the room. Charlie nodded at Kenny and rose from his spot next to her. The actor held out his hand for her. “You good to go?” He asked her. (Y/N) nodded and took his hand following him into the halls where they were filming the next scene.

Soon, it was (Y/N)’s last day on set. The scene in which her song was sung had been recorded. She said her goodbyes to everyone, one by one. “We have something for you!” Madison smiled at her. “So that you won’t forget us.” She gave (Y/N) a small box. Carefully, (Y/N) opened it. Inside was a necklace with a small pendant, which looked like a dahlia.

Tears were forming in (Y/N)’s eyes as she looked up at the cast, all grinning widely at her. “Thank you all so much for everything!” She hugged each of them goodbye. Charlie had insisted on taking her to the airport. They slowly walked through the halls, taking their time, wanting to spend every moment they had left with each other. Slowly, (Y/N) turned to face him when they arrived at security, as far as Charlie could go with her. A small sad smile was visible on his lips. “I’m gonna miss you.” (Y/N) admitted shyly.

Immediately she was pulled into a tight hug. “I’m gonna miss you more.” Charlie mumbled quietly into the crook of her neck. Slowly they pulled back from the hug, Charlie’s hands were still firmly situated around her waist, sending an electric jolt through her body. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes, each sparkling with a certain emotion neither could place. (Y/N) felt her heart pounding wildly as she saw his eyes flick downward. Did she just witness his gaze wander to her lips? No, that must’ve been her imagination. There was no way he liked her like that, but even still there was no denying the chemistry between them, the magnetism that pulled them toward one another. He was all she could see. (Y/N) could’ve stayed there forever with Charlie. Even as people hustled about the pair, all shouting, all rushing to catch their planes, it felt as though they were the only two people in the world. It was just them in their moment of pure bliss. All that mattered in this moment was Charlie, and him alone. She felt her heart speed up as she subconsciously found herself, just as Charlie had, leaning in closer to the actor. They were well and truly going to share a moment. But all moments must come to an end. “Flight AA73 will be boarding at gate 77 in forty-five minutes.” A voice came over the loudspeaker announcing details of her flight, effectively breaking their bubble of bliss.

“Your flight is going to depart soon, too.” He sighed, offering her a crooked smile. She nodded, a pang of sadness radiating through her chest. Slowly and reluctantly, he let her go, hands lingering on her for as long as physically possible, so she could go through security. As she neared the metal detectors (Y/N) turned around one last time to see the brunette still standing there. Her (e/c) gaze caught his. He offered her one last grin, sadness barely evident on his face as he waved. She returned the smile, returning a small wave before she disappeared from his sight. During her flight, (Y/N) tried to keep her mind busy, trying with great effort to not think about Charlie. Reading a book, watching a movie, listening to music, none of it helped. Her thoughts always returned to the brunette actor and that sweetly goofy grin of his. Every time she closed her eyes he was there, preventing her from falling asleep.

Once (Y/N) got home, she put her suitcases in a corner before flopping down on her bed. Tiredly, she looked at her phone, which showed that she had received several messages. “Hope your flight was good and that you arrived home safely. Can’t wait to see you again!” Madi had sent her. Owen and Jeremy also had sent her messages, but one particular message caught her eyes.

Come back and tell me why

I'm feeling like I've missed you all this time

Her heart was pounding so quickly, it felt as though it would jump out of her chest at any moment. Did Charlie maybe feel the same way? It was hopeless even if he did, she would probably never see him again. Only if she visited him or the other way around. Such a meeting would come about in a few weeks. Until then, (Y/N) could only dream of at that moment.

Once they finished the filming of season two, Charlie was back in Los Angeles. He immediately called her. “Hey, how have you been?” He asked her excitedly.

“Good so far. Missing the time on set though.” She replied, glad to hear his voice again.

“We missed you, too!” He told her, a smile tugging on his lips. “I missed you.” He added quickly after. “I actually missed you so much that I might’ve bought a ticket for you to come visit me in LA, you know, because you said you’ve never been.”

“You did what?” She asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, I’m gonna send it to you. And...now it should be in your e-mail.” She could hear his smile through the phone. (Y/N) opened up her mailbox and sure enough, there was a message from Charlie.

“You’re crazy!” She exclaimed.

The boy on the other end of the line laughed. “See you in three days!”

Los Angeles was great but spending time with Charlie was even better. (Y/N) had planned to stay at least a week so they had enough time together. Charlie first had shown her around his neighbourhood, taking her around all his old haunts. They had been to the beach together and had eaten at all of his favourite restaurants and cafes. But what she adored most about her trip was doing ordinary, usually mundane tasks together like cooking or watching a movie in the evening or even just jamming out a bit. Sometimes (Y/N) thought that this was how it would be to be in a relationship with him. “I’m going to run to the grocery store real quick.” He informed her one evening. (Y/N) was sitting on his couch scrolling through Netflix, trying to find a movie they could watch later. She nodded. “Do you need anything?” He asked her. (Y/N) shook her head. “Okay, I’m gonna hurry. Don’t do something stupid while I’m gone!”

(Y/N) giggled softly. “Shouldn’t I saying that to you? You’re the chaotic one.”

Charlie laughed. “Yeah yeah, I know. Be back soon.” He said while closing the door. (Y/N) huffed, not able to find a film they could watch. She decided to wait for Charlie to come back so that they could choose one together. She reached for her guitar she specifically brought to play together with Charlie. Softly she began to sing.

'Cause all I know is we said hello

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

Everything has changed

All I know was you held the door

And you'll be mine and I'll be yours

All I know since yesterday

Is everything has changed

Come back and tell me why

I’m feeling like I’ve missed you all this time

And meet me there tonight

Let me know that it’s not all in my mind

When Charlie had sent her the message she couldn’t get it out of her head for days so she decided to include it in the song. (Y/N) was so engrossed that she hadn't heard the front door open. Charlie was already back and standing behind her. “Did you finish the song? I thought we wanted to finish it together! And was that the message I sent you when you went back home?” He rambled with a furrowed brow.

(Y/N) turned to look at him with wide eyes, her cheeks taking a faint shade of red. “Charlie I - “ She began.

The actor took a seat next to her. “Why did you put it in the song? I mean it fits the entire love story thing because it sounds like a confession but…” He trailed off as he realised what he had said, his eyes grew wide. He had the feeling that he might have just admitted how he felt towards her. His cheeks turned crimson.

“Wait….are you - “ (Y/N) cleared her throat, which suddenly felt quite dry. “Are you saying you like me?” She asked, the hope inside of her started to grow. Maybe he did feel the same way after all.

“No! Charlie quickly exclaimed. Suddenly (Y/N)’s eyes grew sad. “I mean...maybe…” The actor quickly back peddled. “What if I am?” He nervously rubbed his neck.

“Well, uhm…” (Y/N) nervously fumbled with her hair “If you are then I would too…maybe… even though I don’t really have to because the entire song is one, I guess.” She shyly shrugged.

Charlie`s eyes grew wide “Wait...are you saying the song is about me? About us?” A big smile formed on his lips. (Y/N) nodded slowly making Charlie sighed, absolutely relieved. “May I?” He pointed to the guitar. She nodded handing it to him. He took it from her and placed it on the ground. (Y/N) looked confused at him. “It would have been in the way.” Charlie explained quietly as he gently grabbed her face, pulled her close to meet him in a soft, tender kiss.

Slowly they detached from one another, each smiling brighter than the other. (Y/N) chuckled “I can’t believe you feel the same!”.

“Well, I thought I let you know that it’s not all in your mind.” He quoted her.

(Y/N) laughed. “What do you think?” Charlie picked up her guitar and gave it to her.

He reached behind him where his guitar lay and placed it in his hands. “Should we play the song again? Together?” (Y/N) nodded joyfully. She took a deep breath, still trying to register what just had happened. Charlie smiled softly at her “You good to go?”

#charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x reader #charlie gillespie x you #charlie gillespie x female reader #charlie gillespie x (y/n)#julie and the phantoms #jatp #love #everything has changed #actor #singer #fluff #fluffy #imagine #charles gillespie #luke patterson

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 3 years

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"Want to come to the fair with me?" With Charlie Gillespie maybe something romantic like a date

Fair Date

Charlie Gillespie X Fem!Reader

Summary: Charlie joins you in your favorite summer pass time.

Warnings:

Prompt: #3. "Want to come to the fair with me?"

A/n: Oooh! I love writing for Charlie!!

Find the 300 follower prompt event: Here

The fair was coming to town and it was your favorite thing to do during the summer. You'd go to as many as you could during the summer.

"Hey, Angel!" Charlie smirked as he walked into your apartment.

"Hey Babe." You smiled at him as you finished getting ready.

"Got a hot date?" He tease leaning in to kiss you.

"Yes I do and about that I have a idea for the date." You smiled, before asking, "Want to come to the fair with me?"

"Sure Angel. Which one?"

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"Come on!" You pulled him along towards the game you wanted to play. "Can you win me a stuffed animal?" You smiled at him.

"Yeah of course." He smirked, giving the worker the money before attempting to win one. He surprisingly did.

"Uh the penguin!" You pointed to a baby blue penguin.

"Here you go." The man smile passing you the two.

"Now what?" You asked Charlie.

"I don't know angel we can play any game you want to."

"Uh... Let's win Koa a fish brother!" You suggested pointing to the goldfish game.

"Of course." He chuckled. "You try this time."

You toss the ball but it fell, Charlie tried next also failing. On the last try you also failed.

"Dang it." You pouted.

"Eh one pet is enough for now." Charlie said putting a arm around your shoulder.

"I guess your right." You said, resting your head on his should as you two walked around. "I'll try another time."

"Let's ride that ride!" He suggested pulling you toward one of the rides.

"Okay!" You said smiling.

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"Okay. We're done playing games. Let's go take these to the car then ride a few more rides before the fair closes." Charlie suggested as the two of you had an unneeded amount of prizes that the two of you could barely carry.

"Can we try for the goldfish one more time at least?" You asked.

"No angel also if you just bought one at the store it would be healthier." He smiled at you.

"Fine." You said dramatically as you followed him to the car. Soon the toys were put away and you guys were in line for the Ferris wheel. Last ride of the night since everything was about to close.

"See why I love the fair?" You asked him smiling.

"Yes I do but next time we're doing something I want to do." Charlie said looking up to the top of the Ferris wheel. Soon you guys were riding up. You were looking around at the scenery while Charlie didn't take his eyes off of you. He loves how your eyes light up the second it started moving.

"What? Stop staring at me!" You whined.

"But your so pretty." He smiled.

"Thank you." You felt your cheeks heat up.

"I love you." Those three simple words, three words neither of you have said until now. You were frozen starting at him.

"I love you too." You smiled leaning in to kiss him.

One successful day at the fair.

#charles jeffrey gillespie #charles gillespie #charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x reader #luke patterson #julie and the phantoms cast #julie and the fat ones #julie and the phantoms #300 followers #follower event #koa gillespie #x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #charlie gillespie fluff #charlie gillespie x y/n #charlie gillespie fic #charlie gillespie x you

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auroracalisto · 3 years

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i wanna be your kind of perfect

summary: the reader is insecure of absolutely everything and luke is head over heels for her. can she choose to give him a chance? can she open her heart to the idea of loving him, and herself?

pairing: luke x chubby! insecure! reader

word count: 1k words

warnings: chubby reader, insecure reader, like, real self doubt, trash talking self,,, that’s about it

author’s notes: this is my 400th post on tumblr,,,, also,,, my last jatp did very well and i was in a luke mood, so if i post anymore, just ignore me. please. i love this man. charlie gillespie is amazing. ok so uh. also, i just really liked the quote i used for the title.

Luke was cute, and you knew that he knew it. It made you nervous just to be around him—you weren’t cute. You were chubby, you had spots of acne, and you knew that you couldn’t even compare to your best friend, Julie. Hell, you didn’t even know why you were friends with Julie.

But what could you do about it other than think badly about yourself? Luke thought you were gorgeous. He loved every curve of your body, he loved every beauty mark you had, and he absolutely loved the way that you were able to talk to anyone and everyone. He couldn’t help but feel nervous around you. He could hardly get out the words he wanted to say to you, sometimes.

Maybe that’s what made you believe that he would never feel the same way about you. The two of you were never able to communicate with each other.

Reggie was the first to realize Luke’s crush. Alex was the first to realize Luke. And Julie was the one who decided to do something about it. She had told the boys what to do, safe for Luke, and decided that she would get you alone so they could pop in halfway through your time together.

She had you in the studio, singing a duet with her softly by the piano. You didn’t want to sing too loud, embarrassed by your voice. You never believed that you were a good singer. Julie constantly tried to tell you that you should have gotten into the music program. But you didn’t. However, here you were, singing alongside your best friend.

Halfway through, the boys appeared behind the two of you. Luke was staring at you with wide eyes. None of the boys knew that you could sing, but Luke was absolutely in love with your voice. When Julie finished the song off on the piano, Luke rushed over to you and took ahold of your hand.

“Since when could you sing?” he asked.

You became a blushing mess.

Julie grinned. “She’s always been able to sing.”

You looked at Julie in disbelief. You quickly got up, anxiety creeping up your neck. You gave them each a hesitant smile before you quickly left the studio.

Luke watched after you, not understanding why you were so embarrassed. Julie poked his arm.

“Follow her, dummy.”

Luke frowned and nodded, disappearing from the studio and appearing right in front of you before you could walk too much further up the stairs.

“[Your name].”

You frowned and went to go past him.

He quickly grabbed onto your wrist, not daring to let go. “Your voice is beautiful. What’s going on?”

“You’re just saying that,” you said, trying to tug your wrist away. “Luke, I just. Please. I need to go do some homework. I don’t want to talk about this.”

“No, I… you do this any time I compliment you. Or talk to you. [Your name], do you hate me or something?” he furrowed his eyebrows. “I can’t figure you out. I just… I need to know.”

Your eyes widened. “What? Hate—no, no, why would I hate you?”

“Well,” Luke shrugged, pulling his hand away. “I compliment you and you run off? I… try to get to know you better and you act like you can’t hear me sometimes? Did I do something to hurt you? I’m sorry if I did, I never meant to do anything to hurt you.”

Your eyes softened. “No. Luke, you didn’t do anything.”

“Then… then what’s going on?”

“Luke, I… I really like you,” you admitted. “But I’m not pretty. I’m not skinny. I’m not Julie. I can’t stand up on a stage and capture everyone’s attention. My voice isn’t amazing. It’s mediocre. It’s… it’s nothing that you deserve.”

Luke froze up for a moment, blinking slowly at you. “What?”

“I—I just shouldn’t have said anything,” you said, turning to go away.

He quickly took hold of your hand. “[Your name], I like you, too. And not enough? You are everything I’ve ever wanted in a girl. Gorgeous, funny, an amazing singer. Why do you think I—what does your body have to do with me liking you? You don’t have to be skinny. And [Your name],” he smiled. “This might come out wrong, but you are so hot. Like. You don’t see how people look at you when you’re out? I can’t help but notice it and it makes me jealous that they’re all real and they could treat you like a proper guy can. But like,” he chuckled softly. “[Your name], you’re seriously such an amazing person. I’m sorry you can’t see that. But you should let me prove it to you.”

You hadn’t meant to start crying. The tears just started and they wouldn’t stop. You pulled your hand away and buried your face in them, a soft sob soon escaping. Without a word, Luke wrapped his arms around you and he pulled you into a gentle hug.

“I meant every word.”

“I know you did, Luke,” you said, burying your face in his chest. You wrapped your arms around his torso, calming down in his embrace. “I… I really appreciate it.”

“Does this mean I get to show you how beautiful you are?” he grinned at you.

You blushed, rolling your eyes. He reached up to wipe your tears away.

“Please tell me that these are like, happy tears, or something.”

You laughed and nodded, leaning into his hands. “Yeah… I just… you have no idea how much I needed to hear that.”

He grinned at you. “Well, you’re in luck. I’ll say it to you every hour of every day if I have to.”

You hugged him once more, your heart pounding in your chest. He hugged you back, and you truly began to feel that maybe, you could learn to love yourself with his help. Because as badly as you felt about yourself, he liked you. He thought you were beautiful. Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe your friends were all telling the truth when they said that you should love yourself more.

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barnesandwilsons · 3 years

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hey, i’m new to tumblr. and i have decided to write. feel free to send in any requests, if they are open! it might take me a while to get through them though.

who i write for.

some mcu characters: bucky, sam, wanda, natasha, steve, tony, and etc.

Supernatural

criminal minds (i’m only like in season 2, so bare with me)

julie and the phantoms: all characters.

probably the whole arrowverse, but idk.

the originals

miraculous ladybug (probably only mari and adrien at the time)

what would i write.

fluff

comfort

angst

relationships (all tropes)

AUs (if i was interested in seeing them)

what i wouldn’t write.

rape.

smut. (i’m doing you guys a solid, you would not want to see me write that.)

incest.

DDLG relationships.

alpha/omega relations/ i also suck at writing this.

#jatp #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #the flash x reader #steve x reader #luke patterson x reader #reggie peters #alex mercer #jatp fic #barry allen x reader #oliver queen #bucky x female reader #steve x bucky #the flash 7x17 #bucky x sam #sharon carter #black widow #natasha romanoff

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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mean luke danes fic? Smut preferably? Age gap and size kink please? Xx

hello! I'm sorry it's a bit short, but I hope you like it! I'm also trying to write more of my non-chris/seb requests as I probably write too much of them, and it's probably unfair for those of you who want to read for another man. also, age and size kink/gap/difference is already applied to my fics.

warning - smut, choking, tummy bulge, mean luke.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

A sharp moan escapes you as Luke pushes your face into the mattress, thrusting into your tight cunt brutally. “Shut up! You never know when to keep your mouth shut!” He growls, his voice rough as he fucks into you. “Why do you think your in this position, huh?”

You whimper, gripping the sheets underneath you. A whine leaves you as Luke’s fist wraps around your hair, making a makeshift ponytail as he pulls you up against his chest. “Was it because you were being a brat all day?” You nod, pushing yourself back on his cock as moans continue to fall from your lips.

“Y–yes! I was a brat! I’m sorry!” Your eyes screw up from the pleasure, and you can feel his cock deep inside your stomach. His brutal thrusts make you see stars, “Luke! Please!” You cry, and your hands move around to grab any part of him.

Luke’s hand comes around your body, making its way up to your throat and grips tightly. “Shut up! Don’t you see how much of a whore you are?! Letting an old man like myself fuck you!” He grunts, pulling your tiny body flush against him. “Look how fucking tiny you are compared to me!” The moan that falls from your lips causes his cock to throb. “Feel this bulge. That’s my cock deep inside you.” His hand pushes on the bulge forming underneath your flesh.

Your eyes roll back, not being able to hold on anymore. Your walls pulse around Luke’s thick throbbing member as you let go, sucking him deeper into you. The feel of you squeezing his cock causes Luke to thrust a few more times before burying himself deep inside you, releasing thick spurts of cum, and filling you to the brim.

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littlemissaddict · 3 years

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7 Minutes in Heaven

Request: could you maybe do a reggie x reader where theyre playing spin the bottle/7 minutes in heaven? like not a smut but they do make out and it gets pretty heated?

Word count: 2724

A/n: I’m sorry this took so long to write, I had to rewrite it a couple of times because I didn’t like how it was turning out and I’m still not 100% happy with it but I hope you like it.

The sound of a book hitting the table by her head is what broke her from her daze as she stared blankly at the textbook in front of her. Blinking a couple of times to refocus her vision she turned to see the person responsible for the noise.

"It's Friday night what are you doing in the library?" Rose questioned, her hand rested on her hip the other one on the table beside y/n as she raised an eyebrow at her.

"I'm getting a head start on the assignment due for English next week" she stated as if it was obvious because the last thing she wanted to do was rush it and risk dropping her grade.

"Well we got a party to go to so that will have to wait" Rose responds, letting out an exasperated sigh when y/n shakes her head and goes back to her work. "Come on I promised Bobby we would go" she pleads sitting down on the empty seat next to her.

"Just because I'm not going doesn't mean you can't" y/n mumbled not looking away from the textbook she was using for research.

"But Reggie’s going to be there," Rose says in a singsong voice with a sly smile on her face which turns into a giggle when she sees y/n's hands still against the pages and hears her breath catch.

It had been about two year since Rose and Bobby had met during one of their shared college classes and he was always inviting her to parties which she ended up dragging y/n along too so it wasn't long before she had introduced y/n to Bobby’s best friends and bandmates. Ever since then y/n had been completely gone for the bassist and Rose knew that she could get her to do anything if it involved Reggie.

"You can't keep using him against me" she groans, turning to face Rose, a small pout on her face.

"So does that mean you're coming?" Rose asks, letting out a cheer, which earns her a couple of glares from others in the library, when she confirms that she is. "Let's go!" She says rushing y/n who's struggling to fit her books and laptop back into her bag before she follows, both girls heading back to their shared dorm room.

Once they're back at the dorm, Rose connects her phone to the speaker to play music while they get ready as y/n goes straight to looking through her clothes for something to wear. She pulls out a couple of outfits but Rose shakes her head at them and even offers her one of her dresses but she declines as dresses never really were her thing.

"Wait what about them?" Rose exclaims excitedly, reaching for the trousers that she had been talked into buying on their last shopping trip. They were skin tight black faux leather and reminded her of the ones that Olivia Newton John wore at the end of Grease.

"I don't know" she says hesitantly until Rose hands her a black bardot crop top telling her that they would look killer with her favourite heeled boots "okay fine, so where's the party at" she asks, laying the clothes out on the bed before reaching for her make up.

"No idea, somewhere off campus but we're meeting Bobby and the guys in about an hour so we better hurry up" Rose tells her as she checks the time on her phone.

Both girls are just about ready when there's a knock at the door followed by Bobby's voice asking they're ready. Rose answers letting them know they'll be a couple more minutes and she hears a loud groan from the other side of the door as she adds the finishing touches to her makeup and Rose finishes off clearing the clothes that they had left out from earlier.

"Finally" Bobby exclaims as the two girls exit the room. Rose playfully slaps his arm telling him to behave and he rolls his eyes in response but the smile on his face lets her know that he's only playing.

The girls greet Bobby properly once he's finished teasing them and they hear a disgruntled Luke calling them from a little further down the hallway.

"Hey Bobby’s not the only one here" he calls as he pouts at them but it quickly disappears when they acknowledge them. Y/n's gaze drifts from Luke to Alex and then finally to Reggie, where she lets her gaze stay a little longer than she should and the boy definitely notices sending her a wink as she feels herself flush slightly under his gaze.

The group make their way out of the dorm building, Bobby and Rose taking the lead with Luke animatedly explaining something to Alex a couple of steps behind them which leaves her and Reggie at the back of the group. She notices that Reggie seems quieter than usual and she's not sure why but she brushes it off assuming it's because they're not that close so they don't really have a lot to talk about, although she doesn't miss the way that Reggie keeps glancing over at her before pulling his gaze away when she catches him.

It only takes about fifteen minutes of walking before they come to a street where the party must be as they can hear the music as soon as they turn onto it, which leaves her wondering how they haven't had any noise complaints yet from neighbours. Although she didn’t have long to ponder the thought as the group were making their way through the front door to the house and the boys disappeared as soon as they got there so the girls went to find themselves a drink.

“So what’s going on between you and Bobby?” she asks, taking the plastic cup from Rose after she finishes mixing the drink for her.

“What do you mean? There’s nothing going on” Rose says a little bit too defensively for there to be nothing between the two.

“Oh come on, the way you look at each other; how you always pair up with him whenever we do anything as a group; the way you act with each other. Would you like me to go on?” Y/n states with a raise of her eyebrow as she peers over the rim of the cup at her friend as she takes a sip.

“Okay maybe I do like him a little bit but I’m not sure he feels the same” Rose replies with a small sigh causing y/n to shake her head at the other girl.

“You’re joking right, have you seen the way her looks at you? I’m like 100% sure he’s in love with you” she says with a slight giggle at the look of shock that crosses Rose’s face.

“Okay, well what about you and Reggie?” Rose shoots back with an expectant look on her face as if she’s going to tell her something she doesn’t already know.

“Me and Reggie? The two of us together are nonexistent except in my mind. I mean did you see him on the walk over here he wouldn’t even speak to me and usually you can’t get the boy to be quiet” she chuckles, trying not to let on how much it pains her to admit it because at this point she’s sure the feelings she has for the boy in question are more than just a simple crush.

“Okay but he definitely likes you, did you see the way he stared when we left the dorm and he kept looking at you on the way over her” Rose points out and she lets out a chuckle leaving y/n confused until she adds “I just remembered that Bobby told me that whenever we’ve hung out as a group or even if Reggie sees you he will talk forever about you”

Y/n feels a blush spread across her cheeks at that and finds herself avoiding Rose’s gaze when she next speaks. “Alright enough about boys lets go and have fun” as they go in search of the others.

They don’t make it far before they come crashing into Luke who has a big smile on his face. “Ah just the girls I was looking for, would either of you be up for a game of seven minutes in heaven?” he asks.

“Um.. Who’s playing?” Rose asks as Y/n just raises her eyebrows at him.

Luke chuckles at their responses before he answers “I don’t know who most of them are we kind of just stumbled across and asked if we could join but Alex refused as he has Willie; Bobby claimed there was only one person he would want to play with” Luke said, aiming at a wink at Rose as he told her about Bobby “so it’s just me and Reg unless you want to join” he adds as he waits for their replies.

“You go, I’m going to go find Bobby” Rose smirks at her as she walks away in the direction that Luke pointed at leaving her to be pulled along by Luke.

Luke leads her upstairs to a room which turns out to be a bedroom where there are about seven people, including Reggie, sat in a circle. After they’ve joined the circle someone places an empty beer bottle in the middle and spins it, they all watch as it lands on the boy to her left. She lets out a quiet sigh, which only Luke seems to hear, when she sees that the bottle hasn’t landed on her as the two get up and make their way to what looks like a closet at the far side of the room that she missed upon entering the room. Someone sets a timer and conversation breaks out while they wait and Luke, who seems to know everyone, introduces her to the girl on his right as he chats excitedly about a small upcoming show the boys have which seems to interest the girl. However y/n gets distracted by the feeling that someone is staring at her and she turns to find Reggie’s gaze locked on her. She shoots him a questioning look and she watches as color flares on his cheeks when he realises he’s been caught but then the timer goes off before anything else can happen.

The two step out from the closest looking a little ruffled and as they sit down to join the game again, someone else leans forward to spin the bottle and everyone watches waiting for it to stop. This carries on for another couple of turns until it’s Reggie’s turn to spin the bottle and she holds her breath as they wait for it to come to a stop and when it does it lands directly between her and Luke.

“I guess you get to choose between the two” someone speaks up but she doesn’t catch who said it as she’s too busy looking at Reggie as color flares on his cheeks again.

“Sorry Luke but it’s gotta be y/n” he finally speaks up and can’t believe what's about to happen. She’s spent so long imagining this and it’s about to happen but she’s glad that Rose isn’t here because she would definitely bring it up.

Luke gasps dramatically, feigning hurt as he brings his hand up to his chest as he speaks “And here I thought we had something” he jokes getting a few laughs from the others in the room including Reggie and herself.

Reggie leads her into the closet and once the door shuts he goes still which leaves her feeling confused, although she’s not exactly sure what she was expecting to happen.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to” she tells him, reaching forward and blindly finding his hand which seems to male him jump so she goes to let go but he squeezes it tightly not letting her.

“No it’s not that, I want to it’s just I really like you and I don’t want to ruin this” he admits, his voice quiet and that’s when she realises that despite all his flirting and the confidence that radiates off of him, he’s just like everyone else, a little bit insecure.

“That’s not going to happen because I really like you too and I want this, I wouldn’t have agreed if I didn’t want to” she assures him and before she has a chance to take a breath Reggie crashes his lips against hers in a bruising kiss that she wasn’t expecting so it takes her a second to react but when she does she kisses him back with just as much passion as him.

Reggie lets go of her hand to rest his hands on her waist as he lets his fingers brush against the exposed skin there which makes her shiver. Whereas she trails her hands up his chest and over his shoulders until she can tangle her fingers into his perfectly styled hair and mess it up a little bit. He bites her bottom lip as she tugs on his hair which draws a gasp from her parted lips. Moving away from her lips, he traces gentle kisses down her jaw to her neck until he reaches the spot just below her ear where he grazes his teeth against the skin which makes her breath hitch and her finger tighten in his hair again and he groans into her neck but doesn’t stop his kisses which he begins trailing lower down her neck to her collar bones and she knows there will be marks for to cover in the morning.

She’s breathing heavily at this point as Reggie’s hands leave her waist, moving higher until there pushing under the edge of her top until he stops over her chest, palming the tender flesh over her bra and she can’t help the roll of her hips against his which causes him to stop his assault of kisses against her neck.

“Do that again” he asks as he lifts his head to kiss her properly again, moaning against her lips as she does. She does it one more time before a voice from the other side of the door is telling them that time is up. Reggie groans in frustration as he pulls away from her lips causing her to giggle.

“Do you wanna ditch the game and maybe get a drink?” he asks, pressing a quick kiss to her lips again when she agrees and they exit the closet. Reggie lets everyone know they’re leaving as the head for the door and down the stairs to the kitchen where they fill up their cups and then head into the garden where it’s a little bit quieter so they can talk.

“I’m sorry about messing up your hair” she giggles when she notices Reggie, running his hands through it to try and style it again.

“Don’t worry about it because if anyone should be sorry it should be me for marking up your neck” he says, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he brings one of his hands up to trace the red marks on her collarbones which makes her shiver. “Are you cold?” he asks when he notices and he’s already pulling off his leather jacket and draping it over her shoulders before she has the chance to reply.

She thanks him as she runs her hands over the smooth leather against her body and she takes in the way his eyes run down her body. When he finally meets her eyes again his pupils are wide and he’s biting his lip “It’s a good look on you, you look ho- um you look good, really good” he rambles taking a step closer to her and glancing down to her lips.

“Do you wanna leave, we could head back to my room?” she suggests, as she feels her phone buzz in her pocket.

“You sure? What about Rose?” he asks, meeting her gaze again.

“Won’t be a problem, looks like she’s heading back with Bobby” she grins, showing him the message and letting out a yelp of surprise when he takes her hand and pulls her along with him back to the dorms.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #Reggie Peters #jatp reggie #reggie x reader #reggie x y/n #luke patterson #jatp luke #Alex Mercer #jatp alex #jatp bobby #original female character #seven minutes in heaven #college au #requested

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mystic-writings · 3 years

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you are loved | julie molina

PAIRING — julie molina x fem!reader (implied)

SUMMARY — you feel yourself becoming distant from your friends, but they show you how much they love you

WARNINGS — angst, self-doubt, self worth/self esteem issues, hurt/comfort, found family

WORD COUNT — 3,751

NOTE — yes this is a fic i wrote to vent abt how i’m feeling rn… yes it’s one of the first things i managed to consistently write in a little while… no i won’t be talking abt it unless i’m able to make self-deprecating jokes

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You knew you were overworking yourself. There was no denying it, especially because you were doing it on purpose. It was the only way you could distract yourself from the current reality that you found yourself facing once again. You were going to lose your friends.

Of course, they had their reasons. They were rehearsing for their band, practicing, writing song lyrics, and creating melodies late into the night so they could finally get to the Orpheum. That wasn’t the problem, though. You were proud of your friends for working so hard and building on their already insane amounts of talents to become successful. The problem was that it seemed as though they didn’t have time for you, even when they weren’t rehearsing.

The text conversations started to get shorter and shorter, the group calls stopped occupying the late hours of your nights, the in-person hangouts were reduced to the ten minute window between classes. You weren’t sure if the others noticed it, too, or if it was just you. You wondered if they thought about all the things they wanted to text to the group chat, whether it was something they saw or something that was just on their minds. If they debated calling and telling the others about their day or the new musician they discovered.

A sigh escaped your lips as your eyes grazed over your phone screen again. No notifications, YouTube or otherwise. Just a clear display of you and your friends, a picture taken when Luke and Bobby pushed a shopping cart down an empty street with you and Alex inside it. Reggie and Julie were trailing behind, trying to stop before someone got hurt. The memory caused a chuckle to escape your lips, remembering how Willie could barely hold the camera straight long enough to take the photo, and how mere minutes later, the cart tipped sideways and you cut your arm on a rock that laid on the asphalt.

Absentmindedly, your fingers reached up and brushed the small scar on your forearm before you snapped back to the present, back to the extra algebra homework you were doing. Of course, your teacher had assigned them as optional questions to do if anyone needed extra practice, and you knew that you definitely didn’t need any extra practice, but it was a distraction that you desperately needed.

You turned your phone over so you couldn’t see the screen anymore, a painful reminder of how lonely you were feeling. Picking up your mechanical pencil, you dove back into your homework and let the equations fill your mind instead of the painful wondering of what your friends were doing right now.

The next morning, it seemed as though the gnawing feeling of loneliness had multiplied in your sleep. It wasn’t the type of loneliness that people experienced when someone close to them had gone away on vacation. No, it was the kind of loneliness that you could physically feel in your heart, the kind that forced you to feel alone in an endless crowd of people.

As soon as your feet touched the floor that morning, you wanted nothing more than to go back to bed. You didn’t want to talk to anyone or make an effort to interact with people, and you definitely didn’t want to go to school. As the minutes of your morning at home ticked by, you could feel yourself becoming less and less able to want to communicate with other people, much less your friends. You’d felt this feeling before, many more times than you cared to admit.

In all your life, you had never been able to keep a close friend for more than two years. Whether it was from moving states in 7th grade, or it was because you took a break from social media and you just… couldn’t go back to talking to them. Either way, you had lost a lot of friends in your lifetime. But this time it was different. This time you thought things were different. They were different.

Your friends were unique, to say the least. Alex, the boy that had grown to become so close to you in the last 11 months that he considered you to be his sister. Willie, your closest confidant and partner in crime (of course, along with Flynn.) Bobby, who never took your bullshit and always found a way to make the mood lighter, whether it was by a sarcastic comment or a lame joke. Luke, who never failed to be able to make you smile and laugh, and refused to call you anything other than “little Y/n”, despite the fact that you were a month older than him. Reggie, the guy that always, without fail, cheered you up without even trying. And Julie, the girl that cared so much for you that she never forgot to check in on you, make sure you were eating and sleeping enough and feeling okay. The girl that could give you hope on your worst days, and make your good days even better just by being there.

It wasn’t hard to see why you thought that it would be different with them. You thought it would be different because you all became so close so quickly that it felt like you had known each other your whole lives. And after witnessing so much of each other’s lives, all the fights and the love that you all gave one another, you thought that maybe you could stick with these people. These people that had become your family without even trying. They had become everything to you without even knowing it.

Most days, it felt like all you had in life were your friends. Your parents were busy all the time, your older siblings had moved out years ago and failed to keep communication - as if there had been any in the first place, due to the huge age gap between you and them. So yeah, your friends really were all you had most days. The only people you could talk to. And yet, you couldn’t keep people around for long. You wondered if it was because of you. If you were the reason they didn’t stick around. Did you push them away without meaning to? Did they get tired of how reliant you were on them? Had they finally realised that you were too much to handle and decided to distance themselves?

There were too many things happening in your head for you to be able to focus. Your mind raced with questions, doubting yourself and your friendships, left wondering why the people that you cared so much about kept leaving you. Which brought you to this afternoon, sitting in the library to avoid your friends. The gap that was forming was just getting bigger, because you figured that if you pushed away first, it would hurt less when they finally left.

Your music was flowing through your headphones as you buried yourself in your psychology textbook, a class you decided to take for extra credits. As you did so, taking notes on anxiety and mood disorders, your friends were downstairs in the cafeteria, talking about you as they ate their lunch.

“Has anyone seen Y/n today?” Reggie asked, looking up from his slice of pizza to eye the group.

“Actually, now that you mention it, I don’t think I have,” Alex said, wiping his hands with the rough napkin, crumpling it up. The group exchanged looks as they all realised that none of them had seen or heard from their friend that day.

Julie pondered for a moment before saying, “I think I saw her earlier, but she had her hood up and she was listening to music. I figured she was just having one of those days, so I’d let her come to me, but she didn’t. She walked right past me like I wasn’t even there.”

Her words deepened the group’s worry, especially because you were never one to ignore them on purpose or without a reason. You always made sure they knew what was going on, happy or otherwise. Hell, you went out of your way to try and make plans to do something with at least two people in the group, no matter what you had to do aside from hanging out with them.

Willie opened their mouth to suggest that someone go look for you, or at least call or text to make sure you were okay, when the bell rang, cutting him off. With a sigh, the group began to clean up their mess as Flynn said, “Someone should try talking to her, see if she’s okay.”

“I’ll do it,” Luke offered. He picked up his red plastic tray as he said, “Maybe she’ll listen to me.”

The group agreed and dumped their trash into the trash can, depositing their trays in the right place before going their separate ways, heading to their classes with you on their minds.

When you got home, it felt like your shoulders weighed tons. Your back ached from carrying all those textbooks home, and your ears were sore from the headphones you kept in your ears nearly all day. The house was empty, as per usual, and you trudged upstairs to your room.

The sun filtered through your thin curtains, illuminating the room but not making it feel any happier. You dropped your backpack at your desk and ripped your headphones from your ears, tossing them and your phone onto the surface and turning around to change out of your jeans into something more comfortable.

You froze in your tracks and felt your heart stop beating for a moment as you spotted the polaroids and frames on the wall in front of you. Despite the dear memories that they held, you never really paid much attention to the wall. On fairy lights, polaroids of the past year and people you hadn’t spoken to in years were pinned by miniature clothespins. Briefly, your eyes swept over a picture of Julie’s 17th birthday, a picture of Willie and Alex sleeping on the couch in the studio after practice, pictures of old friends and days you hoped you would never forget thrown into the mix of newer, fresher memories.

In the frames surrounding the polaroids were more significant and important memories. Your 11th birthday, months before your sister moved across the country. The first day you spent in your home here, in LA. Your first day at Los Feliz, your first concert, the first time you watched the band play in a bar. Your most important firsts were up there on the wall, framed and immortalised so you would never forget them.

The happy faces of your best friends taunted you relentlessly, and you shut your eyes tightly for a few moments before walking past the photos to reach your closet and get some comfortable clothing.

As you were changing and grabbing some food for yourself in the kitchen, your phone was vibrating on your phone. Luke was texting you, asking if you were okay. When he had sent ten messages with no reply, he called you, only to receive no answer. The lack of response worried and confused the singer. You always tried to respond to texts and calls from your friends, so why were you ignoring these ones?

Leaving your phone to get some food and coming back to find that you had an unusual amount of messages on your phone worried you, and you wondered if something bad happened to one of your friends, bad enough to warrant 18 text messages and 2 missed calls from Luke. However, the worry dissipated when you saw that Luke was just wondering where you had been today and if you were okay.

You stared at the messages thoughtfully, biting your lip and contemplating what you should say. At first, you wanted to tell Luke everything you were feeling. All the worry, the doubt, the fear that your friends would leave you. Then you remembered that it would probably be too much to dump on the singer, especially because he had problems of his own to deal with. It would be selfish to dump your issues on him as well, you told yourself.

So, your thumbs glided across the screen of your phone as you typed up a half-hearted reply about how you were okay, you were just having a bad day, along with a small smiley face to drive the point home. Luke still seemed skeptical, but he took your word for it and reminded you that you were able to talk to him and the others about any issues you were having if you needed to.

With a sigh, you closed your phone and sat down at your desk. You had no energy to talk to people today, not with everything going on in your head. So, you pulled your textbooks from your bag and got to work on your homework, letting it take over your concentration instead of your insecurities.

Over the course of the next few days, your friends noticed that you had continued distancing yourself even more. You stopped sending memes to the group chat, you stopped replying to both private and group messages, you didn’t spend lunch or your free periods with them anymore. Luke had told them what you said to him via text, but that was the last they heard from you.

There was nothing you could do when you reached that point. You knew what you were doing to yourself. In fact, you were hyper aware of the damage you were doing to yourself and your friendship, but the doubt was so loud and forceful that you couldn’t seem to fight it. So you threw yourself into anything that could distract you from yourself. Reading, doing homework, cooking, anything. Anything to keep yourself from thinking about your friends and how you were losing them.

So, here you sat, on your bed, re-reading one of the books you had favoured as a child. Reading the yellowing pages brought a sense of nostalgia to your heart, the happiness of diving into the adventures of the main character making you forget all about real life. Page after page, you became even more immersed in the story, despite having read it nearly 100 times.

As you did so, your friends were having a meeting in Julie’s studio. As soon as Flynn showed up (she had been the last to arrive) Julie shut the door and turned to her friends. “Something is seriously wrong with Y/n,”

“You’re telling me,” Reggie said. “I had a few hours alone in the house yesterday and I asked her if she wanted to watch Star Wars with me, but she left me on delivered. She never leaves me on delivered,”

“Yeah, N/n’s been acting weird recently.” Bobby agreed. “She hasn’t been texting anyone. I haven’t seen her in the group chat and she hasn’t called me in a little while, which is weird. She calls me every Thursday,”

Julie sighed, placing her fingers on her temples. She seemed to be the most worried out of all of her friends. There was something happening to you, and she didn’t know what. Of course, she could guess a few things, especially since she knew more about you than the rest of your friends. She knew about your doubts, about your siblings and your past relationships. There was something in the back of her mind telling her that she needed to go to you, to physically check in on you and make sure you were doing okay.

The Puerto Rican girl paced in front of her friends for a few moments longer, muttering to herself. There was no shaking the feeling in her gut that you needed her and your friends. So, when she came to the conclusion, she stopped pacing and pointed at Bobby, “Did you bring the van?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course I brought the van.”

“Good. Everyone, get up.” Julie demanded. “We’re going to see Y/n.”

Everyone piled into the van and drove away from Julie’s home, headed in the direction of your house. On the way there, Julie explained to them what she was thinking and what they were going to do when they got to the house. The ride was filled with conversation, no one missing a beat to respond to or ask a question. It felt like they were forming a master plan to rob a bank rather than check in on a friend with the severity in their voices.

When they reached the house, they wasted no time running up the front lawn and knocking politely on the door. When they received no answer, Luke pointed out that there were no cars in the driveway aside from yours, meaning that you were home but your parents weren’t. With a sigh, Flynn opened the door and the group stepped inside, taking in their empty and quiet surroundings with apprehension, as if someone was going to jump out and attack them.

They moved up the stairs as a group, following Julie to your room. At one point or another, everyone had been in your home, but nobody more than Julie. She had been in your house more times than she could count, and at some point, it felt like her own home as well. When the group reached your door, she gently opened it, finding you reading on your bed.

You looked up when you heard the door creak open, expecting to find your mother waiting for you to come down and eat dinner. What you weren’t expecting was your friends, standing at the door with their eyes on you. Tucking your bookmark between the pages, you closed the book and looked at them. “What are you doing here?”

“We were worried,” Julie shrugged as if it were the most casual sentence in the world. You bit back a scoff, suddenly feeling bitter. Why? Why were you becoming bitter toward your friends? They were just trying to help you.

It was clear that Julie was going to be handling the talk when she stepped further into the room and the rest of your friends stayed behind. Slowly, she walked toward your bed and took a hesitant seat on the edge, keeping her eyes on you. With a low and soft voice, she asked, “Are you okay? I know that you told me about things that’ve happened before and I want to make sure you’re okay.”

Her words brought tears to your eyes, but you still flinched when she tried to take your hand. You watched the hurt form in her eyes as your walls began to crumble, your hardened façade failing you as you rose from the bed, looking between her and your friends. “Why are you asking this now? I haven’t been okay in weeks, Jules. But it’s not like you should care that much. No one does, not even my own parents.”

The confession shocked everyone but Julie. Feeling your friends eyes on you as your defenses crumbled, you wanted to hide away and pretend it never happened, but you continued. The floodgates had opened, and they weren’t going to close until you had poured out everything you’d been feeling.

“I mean, you guys have barely had time for me lately. I know that you have to rehearse and write songs, trust me, I get it, you’re trying to build a life around the band, and I’m supportive of it. But even when you don’t have practice or a gig, there’s no time for any of us to hang out. You’re all busy and you have no time for me anymore and I should be used to it by now but I’m not.” Your words rang through the empty room, tears streaming down your face but you had no intention of wiping them away. “I thought it was going to be different, that things would change. But then the calls stopped coming in and so did the texts and we stopped making plans, and I knew what was coming but I didn’t want to move on, so… so I decided that maybe it would be better if I left first this time. If I left before you guys had the chance to.”

Everyone’s hearts dropped at your words, but no one got hit worse than Julie. She was the one you opened up to, the only person in the group that knew how you felt and your history with friendships, and she still made you feel the one way she swore she never would. She made you feel alone. Even if it was accidental, she still felt her stomach churning at the thought.

Her eyes watered and she pushed herself off the bed, walking up to you and reaching a hand out to wipe your tears. You pulled back from her hand, and it was as if you could see her heart breaking in her eyes. “What are you doing, Julie? Why are you trying to comfort me when you knew and you still made me feel like this?”

A shuddered breath escaped the singer’s lips as more tears gathered in her eyes. “I’m doing it because I care about you, N/n. I care so much about you and you have no idea how bad I felt when I realised what I did to you because I swore I would never make you feel like that.”

Julie’s words sent a shock through your body as you realised that they never meant to push you out or hurt you. Your friends cared enough to ambush you in your own home, and that act in itself showed you how much they cared for you. With a whimper, your broken voice whispered, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,”

And with that, you fell into Julie’s arms, wrapping your around her and gripping onto her sweater like it was your only tie to life. She hugged you back with the same intensity and sincerity, making sure you knew that you were loved. Soon, more arms wrapped around the two of you and not long after you had hugged Julie did all your friends join in. You laughed happily, the feeling of love that surrounded you and your friends becoming so surreal that you couldn’t stop the smile.

You are loved. These people loved you. Julie loved you. And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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