#luke patterson x oc

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It Kinda Makes Sense

Pairings: Alive!Luke Patterson x Alive!Reader

Summary: Los Feliz High School, the best school for future actors, singers, or any kind of artists. Home to the top couple formed by Luke Patterson, the perfect boy soon-to-be rockstar, and Y/N Y/L/N, troubled goth girl with the voice of an angel. A match make in heaven... or hell.

{ BASED ON VICTORIOUS’ JADE AND BECK }

| MASTERLIST |

If you asked Julie Molina what had been her first thought once she had stepped foot on Los Feliz she would say it had been... confusing.

The school was beautiful, with bright blue lockers decorated in unbelievable ways to adolescents dressed as bright blue bobcats. It was truly a sight.

The other thing that was a sight was the group of students that captured most of the other teenagers’ attention. Especially two teens who happened to be having what appeared to be a screaming battle. Screaming battle that ended once ice e/c eyes found Julie’s across the hallway.

“Lost something, shorty?” The unknown girl snaps, “MIND YOUR BUSINESS!”

Her words had caused the boy she had previously been fighting with to sigh in shame before looking her way.

Julie’s breath got stuck in her throat.

The boy was beautiful. Scratch that, he was handsome. Untaimed brown hair with wild hazel —maybe green— eyes, the boy could be anyone’s dream boy.

“Y/N, could you not?”

Julie’s brown eyes move to the girl glaring daggers at her only to have her heart skip a beat. The girl —Y/N apparently— was breathtakingly beautiful. She had wavy h/c hair with some dark blue streaks that matched her skin color perfectly and powerful e/c eyes.

Said girl rolls her eyes before glaring at Julie once more before focusing once again on the pretty boy besides her.

“Fine. I won’t. But this conversation is over”

“We haven’t even had the conversation!” The boy argues back.

“And it’s over!”

The dark-dressed girl stomps off leaving the boy groaning in frustration. Julie taking that opportunity to check out the rest of the group.

With her back pressed to a locker decorated with different colorful fabrics stood a light brown haired girl —could be dark blonde— with brown eyes dressed in a beautiful pink dress and black heels to match. She seemed to be debating whether to follow her friend or staying still.

Besides her was a dark-haired boy with sky blue eyes standing out thanks to his pale skin. He was wearing a leather jacket on top of a white shirt, with a red flannel tied on his waist, and black jeans. His eyes glued to the floor.

Lastly, there was the blond boy with a pink hoodie and blue —sometimes green— eyes. He seemed to be pretty used to what had just happened.

The blond one is the one who noticed her still staring at them, offering a sweet smile before walking towards her and stretching his hand.

“Hi, I’m Alex. I’ve never seen you before”

She grabs his hand with a small smile, “Julie. I’m new”

Her name seems to snap the leather jacket boy from his trance, his bright blue eyes soon finding hers with a big smile adorning his features.

“You’re the girl that sang for Flynn on the school’s talent show! I’m Reggie”

Julie blushes as soon as he speaks, everyone’s eyes staring at her with realization and a little of awe.

“Flynn is my best friend, I just wanted to help her out”

“Well, it worked for you. You got a scholarship” pretty boy adds, “I’m Luke”

Julie cannot help the way her smile grows as soon as he smirks at her. He seriously had to be the most gorgeous boy she had ever seen.

The pretty light brown haired girl with the pink dress joins her friends in greeting her, Julie blushing under the vibrant smile she gives her.

“Hi! I’m Carrie”

Julie goes to grab her hand but the girl —Carrie— pulls her in for a hug. The gesture has Julie’s shoulders tensing, she hadn’t willingly hug anyone after her mother’s death a few months ago, but she soon forced herself to relax.

This was a new start. No pity stares or whispers directed at her.

“It’s nice to meet you guys”

After that meeting the curly-haired girl became a part of their weird group of friends. Soon learning that the beauty ice queen dressed in all black was Y/N Y/L/N, Los Feliz High School’s prodigy and Luke’s girlfriend.

It was no secret that the girl was talented, but she was as talented as scary. Julie hadn’t listened too much of everyone’s warnings, she was sure it was all because of how she dressed and acted and not at all for the kind of person she truly was.

Boy, was she wrong.

She learned that the hard way after getting a role on a play Y/N wanted. A role that played Luke’s romantic interest.

She had ended up one rehearsal with hot coffee thrown at her and icy e/c eyes glaring daggers at her with a sweet —fake— smile. Luke’s apologies were not enough to calm the humiliation Julie felt.

And even if the brown-haired latina wasn’t fond of vengeance, she couldn’t stop herself. And if she kissed Luke longer than necessary after sending a wink the goth girl’s way, it was a mere coincidence.

A coincidence that resulted in her having to watch her back every time she stepped on school’s property.

But things did get better with time and Julie and Y/N became kinda friends. At least enough for Y/N to tolerate Julie and for Julie to not be afraid to sit close to the scissors fanatic.

They were okay. As okay as someone could be with the girl who kissed the other’s boyfriend. But okay nevertheless.

But the more time she spent at the school and the closer she got to all of them, the more she doubted the health of Luke’s and Y/N’s relationship. Today being one of those days.

“What are you saying?!”

“I’m just saying, what kind of friend sends you eight messages in a lapse of five minutes?!”

As soon as the words leave the screaming girl’s mouth, Luke’s phone rings signaling the arrival of another text message making Y/N’s glare darken.

“Nine” she growls.

“You don’t even know if it’s from her!”

Y/N glares at him in disbelief, “Okay! Then prove me wrong!”

With a scoff, Luke gets his phone out before checking the recipient of the message only to let out a sigh that proves his girlfriend right.

“Nine?”

He nods in defeat, “Nine. B-but this is ridiculous! She is my FRIEND”

“How naive are you?!”

The couple fights for a couple more minutes before Luke’s gaze finds Julie in front of her butterfly and music doodles decorated locker. The rockstar grabbing his girl’s hand before tugging her towards the latina.

“Julie!”

Her brown eyes find the couple, widening when they see the coldness in Y/N’s eyes before trying to make a run for it.

She doesn’t make it far as Luke’s hand grabs a hold of her wrist keeping her in place.

“We need your help”

“No, we don’t” Y/N argues back.

“YES, we do”

Julie looks at her surroundings looking for a way to get out of there but finding nothing. Where was Alex when she needed him?

“Guys, I really don’t want to be in the middle of whatever this is”

She tries to leave but once again Luke pulls her back, “Too late. If you were my girlfriend—”

“HA! What a perfect way to start”

Luke glares at his girlfriend for the interruption before turning towards Julie once again, failing to notice how uncomfortable the situation was making the latina.

Somehow she was once again in between them, although this time it wasn’t her fault.

“If you were my girlfriend” he starts again, “Would it bother you if I was friends with Kayla?”

“Who cares what she thinks?” / “Honestly, it would”

Both girls speak simultaneously. Y/N’ eyes widening as soon as the Latina’s words register, grabbing a hold of the girl’s shoulders to keep her in place.

“I care what she says” Y/N smiles.

“I want to leave” Julie adds before trying to move only for Y/N’s hold to tighten.

“You stay” she barks.

The argument wasn’t unlike many others, Y/N’s temper wasn’t the best and that meant she sometimes got too jealous. It didn’t help that Luke Patterson didn’t know when to say no nor know the difference between friendly and flirty.

It was just another Luke and Y/N argument, nothing to worry about. Except it was different. Julie realized that as soon as Y/N let go of her and started walking away.

“We’re DONE”

The words had everyone in the hallway quiet down and stare at the ‘it’ couple. Eyes settled on Luke’s surprised reaction and Y/N’s tensed body.

“Come on” Luke voices “You’re being ridiculous”

“What do you care?!” She screams back before starting to leave, “You’re not my boyfriend anymore”

Word around the school traveled fast and soon girls were following Luke around begging for his attention, much to his annoyance.

On the other hand, every time a guy tried to get near Y/N she would turn her icy glare at them and have them running away in seconds.

It was a weird and new situation. Especially at lunch. It was weird seeing the former couple sitting on opposite sides of the table instead of at the side of the other with Luke’s arm resting on Y/N’s shoulders.

It was new territory to have Luke inevitably —as a habit— reach for Y/N only to have her snap at him to not touch her, just as she did to everyone else.

But that was what they had to deal with for two weeks.

Two weeks is how long it took for Y/N to ask Luke to take her back only to have him reject her. Two weeks that made Y/N go crying to Julie’s house, the only one of her friends —not really her friend— whose opinion mattered much less than the others.

“What are you doing in my house?” Is the first thing that Julie says as she sees the other girl.

Y/N gets into the house without waiting for an invitation before starting to sob, Julie standing there in panic as she sees the cold hearted teenager break down.

The latina tries to go for a hug only to be pushed back.

“I need your help”

A long talk later, Y/N convinced the Molina girl to help her get Luke back. Somehow, Julie had the fantastic idea that she had to change.

Y/N Y/L/N was a time bomb. Always ready to explode without a care on who she takes down. That had to change.

Julie realized then that the girl was truly in love with Luke. Y/N was letting her —Julie Molina— see her cry her eyes out just to ask for help to get him back. She was letting Julie give her a makeover just to get him back.

She was truly in love.

The next day at school everyone stared wide-eyed at the beauty that was Y/N Y/L/N in a colorful outfit and a wide smile —though it was a fake one—.

Everyone except Luke. The brunette boy stared at his former girlfriend with furrowed eyebrows not liking the change, his expression not changing even when Alex and Reggie complimented her.

He also couldn’t help the glares he sent any boy who came to flirt with her, his glares darkening every time she flirted back. This was not his girl and he knew whose fault it was.

His now dark green eyes find Julie’s proud smile across the hall and soon he stomps towards her, grabbing her by the arm before taking her to the janitor’s closet.

“What did you do to Y/N?”

Julie furrows her eyebrows in confusion as she sees the angry look the guitarist is giving her, but soon smirks as she confuses it with jealousy.

“What? Jealous of the attention she is receiving?”

“Actually, I’m mad that she is receiving the attention for dressing like a Barbie” he argues back, “That is not her, that is not the girl I love”

Julie’s eyes widen after the boy’s words before he storms off, leaving her with an unexpected knowledge.

The latina goes to look for Y/N as soon as she snaps out of her trance only to find said girl in the bathroom back in her black clothes while doing her dark eyeshadow.

“Wha—ho—I’m confused”

“Being nice sucks” she answers as she finishes her makeup, “Thanks for the help but, if I can be honest, I was better without it”

“Bu— and Luke?”

“If he ever wants to get back together it has to be with me, the real me. Not a version of me dressed in awfully ridiculous clothes”

“Those were my clothes”

“Exactly my point”

With that Y/N walks out of the bathroom ignoring the looks that followed her figure, leaving Julie once again at loss of words.

A week after, Luke and Y/N were back together and closer than ever. But the honeymoon phase faded and the fights started once again. But Julie learned to see the beauty in their arguments.

Every argument got Luke out of his perfectly peaceful demeanor and got him to voice his thoughts out more, it helped him stand up more for himself. And every argument showed the depth of Y/N’s feelings for the guitarist, it showed how much she cared.

It’s just that sometimes they didn’t know when to stop arguing.

Of course now Julie wasn’t blind to their little moments. The way Y/N always stopped when Luke asked her to or how Luke always kissed the girl’s temple sweetly.

Or how when Bobby —Sunset Curve’s (which was the boys’ band) rhythm guitarist (who she hadn’t met)— left the boys, it was Y/N who approached the curly-haired girl thinking she was the perfect fit for the remake of the band.

It was Y/N, who barely tolerated her, who adviced them to change the band’s name as they changed their sound slightly. Julie and the Phantoms, had been her idea after the boys ghosted the girls on the group chat.

Julie knew the only reason why Y/N had done that was because she knew how much the band meant to Luke.

She wasn’t blind to how Luke would only ever snap when it was to protect Y/N, even if he knew she was perfectly capable of doing it herself. Or how he always bought a hot chocolate with his coffee for her.

With time, Julie realized it kinda made sense why they were together even when she couldn’t quite completely understand it.

But soon the fights started again, this time worst than ever. It was different because instead of bickering until one gave in, neither seemed interested enough in fighting.

It worried all of them because their fights —as annoying as they sometimes were— showed how much each cared. Now it seemed they didn’t.

To be completely fair, Julie understood if anyone outside their group saw the relationship as toxic. She had seen it as toxic once. But it just made sense in a weird way. It just made sense for the kind of people they were, they complemented one another.

But this time the fights were just too much. That’s why when the traditional friend group game night happen, Y/N and Luke weren’t invited.

Carrie —Y/N’s undoubted best friend— was sick of fainting every time she got stuck in the middle, the innocent and kind girl couldn’t take the stress.

Reggie, the boyish teenager with the purest heart ever, didn’t want to cry anymore. He couldn’t handle the screaming and that’s all the couple did.

Alex, on the other hand, was tired of having to grab his asthma medicine every time they appeared. The fights making him get too anxious which always caused him a panic attack which led to his inability to breathe which led to an asthma attack.

No one could take it anymore.

So they decided to have an evening free of them, one well deserved. But it didn’t work as planned as the couple stormed into Julie’s home half an hour after everyone started playing Monopoly.

“See! Told you they’d be here”

Y/N rolls her eyes, “So? What does it matter if they’re at dumbass’ house?”

Julie rolls her eyes at the insult but nevertheless listens closely to the couple, all her friends groaning in annoyance at the interruption.

“It matters because our friends, our best friends, don’t want to be near us anymore!” He argues “Doesn’t this bother you?”

“Not really” she shrugs, “Should it? Wait... does it bother you?”

“It does! They’re our best friends and they can’t stand us”

Y/N crosses her arms across her chest before turning to glare at their friends, Carrie hiding under the table with a shriek as soon as she sees her best friend gaze at her.

Seeing the icy glare that the girl throws at them, Reggie shakily takes a deep breath before standing up and looking at them with annoyance.

“Yes! We can’t stand either of you!” He shouts, “We wanted a day free of you both because all you ever do is fight! And, somehow, you always seem to drag us to the middle of it. We’re tired!”

As soon as Reggie finishes, the dark-haired boy sits down with a huff. His shoulders feeling less tense as he let out his emotions.

The couple watched their best friends with mixed feelings, neither expecting the outburst and much less from Reggie. Reggie who had always been one to avoid conflict.

“I cannot believe this” Luke sighs “Reggie snapped at us. REGGIE”

“This is you fault!” She accuses “How hard is it to just agree with me?!”

“BUT I DON’T AGREE WITH YOU”

“BECAUSE YOU ARE WRONG”

The four friends sighed in defeat as they listened to the couple bicker once more with one another, how had a fun night turned to a nightmare all of a sudden?

They silently decided to just stay in their seats waiting for the couple to stop the nonsense as they always did.

“WHAT BOTHERS YOU SO MUCH?!”

“THAT I AM NOT HAPPY WITH OUR RELATIONSHIP!”

The words cut through Y/N’s strong façade in a second, the glare faltering as Luke’s eyes widen after realizing what he had said.

No one dared move nor say anything. Everyone had their eyes on the couple that seemed to be coming to terms with how bad the situation had become.

“Fine” she sighs in defeat “You have a choice. I’m walking out that door and counting to ten, if you’re not out before I finish we are DONE”

Luke sighs frustrated as he watches her leave, the door closing with a thud behind her.

“One”

He stays still on his place with his fists clenching as he fights the urge to run to her and scream at her what was the reason for this ultimatum.

“Two”

Luke knows he needs to calm down. He has to. He had to if he wanted to be able to go after her without fighting as soon as he saw her.

“Three”

Y/N counted behind the door, staring at it with nerves as she asks herself how he could take so long to come after her. What was taking him so long to decide that she was worth going after?

“Four”

The four friends behind Luke stare with wide eyes as they try to figure out what is it that the brunette is going to do.

They want him to go after her. Carrie, Reggie, and Alex more than Julie. The three best friends had been there throughout all the relationship. They had seen Luke be the only one brave enough to pursue the cruel beauty. They had seen Y/N being the only one that cared more about Luke’s heart than his looks.

They knew how much this relationship was worth. Even with all the fights, they knew the love the two had for one another was deeper than any outsider could understand at first sight.

He had to go after her.

“Five”

Luke sighs looking towards his friends once before deciding what he wants to do. He can’t lose her, no matter how much they fight.

No one understood him like she did. No one cared enough to tell him when he was wrong or to fight with him until he fought for what he wanted.

“Six”

Y/N feels her eyes widen as she realizes how much time he is taking. It should’ve been easy, he shouldn’t have even let her count to three.

He should’ve opened the door the second she closed it.

“Seven”

Sighing, Luke starts slowly making his way towards the door. His best friends sighing in relief as they see him do it.

Julie, though, watches closely as the boy’s shoulders tense the closer he gets.

“Eight”

Carrie furrows her eyebrows once she sees Luke starting to halt in his steps. She knew Y/N better than anyone, Y/N had been the only one willing to take the ‘obnoxious naive superstar’s daughter’ under her wing and be completely honest with her.

She knows better than anyone that if Luke lets her walk away just like her father let her mother walk away with her, that’ll break her.

“Nine”

Luke grabs a hold of the handle but for some reason he can’t bring himself to turn it and open the door.

Something feels wrong about opening it, almost as wrong as it feels to not open it.

He is scared of what it means if he opens it, or how easily he gives in. Something had to change. Maybe he needed to let her walk away, Y/N always came back. She would go to his house in the middle of the night and they would fix everything.

It would be okay, they would be okay. They always were. This was no difference, they just needed some time to think, to breathe.

So he doesn’t turn the knob.

“Ten”

Y/N feels her heart stop the moment she screams the last number. She feels her heart sink to her stomach as a feeling of abandonment settles in her.

She feels her skin pale and soon reaches for the knob, but she doesn’t allow herself to touch it. He made his choice.

So with every ounce of strength she could find within her, Y/N turns around and makes her way to her car knowing that he could catch a ride with Alex. The tears started accumulating in her e/c eyes but she didn’t let them fall.

Y/N Y/L/N didn’t cry. She wasn’t about to start... at least not in a place where someone could see her.

Inside the Molina’s household, the best friends stare at Luke in disbelief, neither knowing what to say or do now. The Patterson boy makes the decision for them.

“Let’s play some Monopoly”

The statement has everyone else following his movements in silence, knowing better than to act against him.

Carrie, though, is the one that finally breaks the silence as she lets out a quiet sob. She was angry, mainly at herself for not being able to go after her best friend. But she knew better. Y/N was a person who protected her feelings more than anything else, she was in pain and she wouldn’t let it out if someone was watching her. So Carrie had to stay on her seat even if she wanted to run after her.

“You hurt her” whispered the sweet teenager, “I trusted you, she trusted you, with her heart and you hurt it”

It was at that moment, with Carrie’s pretty brown eyes filled with tears as she glared at him with all her willpower, that Luke realized how wrong he had been. He thought it would be okay but Carrie’s reaction proved him wrong.

Carrie showed him that this time was different from the others. If the sweet girl willingly glared at him with so much betrayal than it meant that Y/N wasn’t gonna go to his house at midnight.

It meant he had lost her.

Still, as Luke realized that, he stayed on his seat staring intently at the fake money in his hands. He couldn’t change what he had done.

“Let’s start”

The following weeks were a pain for the group of friends. The group had to divide their time between the former couple and it was exhausting.

But things got better and after a couple of months Y/N and Luke started sitting at the same table with their friends once again. It brought some relief to the group.

The hurt from the breakup still pained them though. Y/N was not used to watching so many girls flirt with Luke and watching him flirt back, and Luke was not used to Y/N moving away from his touch while also enjoying the way some guys’ eyes linger on her figure.

Things had changed and it pained them both, but they were finally okay. As okay as they could be at least.

They still loved each other, but they became good at pretending. Soon three months became five and five became seven. And things were okay, they were friends again without any awkwardness surrounding the group.

Still, Julie was sure she wasn’t the only one who noticed the love they still had for the other. It was the little things. The way their eyes lingered on the other when they thought no one was looking, the smiles they faked to play the part; all signs of how much they still loved the other. Even after everything.

So it did come as a surprised when Y/N announced she had a date.

Apparently some senior that participated on the play with her had the balls to ask her out. And she said yes.

While everyone congratulated the mean girl, Luke made some excuse to leave the table while everyone tried to stop themselves from asking the questions that they new neither of the former couple wanted to answer.

‘Are you okay?’ ‘Do you still love her/him?’

Neither wanted to be asked that because the answers broke them. They weren’t okay. They still were in love with one another.

They were afraid they would never stop being in love with the other.

But neither had to say it. All their friends knew it, because they knew them. That’s why no one was surprised when Julie and the Phantoms was saved by Y/N on their concert at a cafe the night of her date.

The girl had screamed at them for keeping the presentation a secret, the band excusing themselves with the thought of not wanting her to miss her date —although they didn’t want to give her the opportunity to bring her date with her to their concert since that would break Luke.

Either way, they boys’ amps had stopped working and in a panic Julie had texted Carrie. Carrie had been helping Y/N get ready and said girl had grabbed her amps and drove them both to the small cafe.

Date completely forgotten without a care.

“You didn’t have to miss your date for this” Luke tells her softly.

She looks at him as if he had lost his mind, “This is your band, Patterson”

Luke’s heart feels heavy in his chest as he realizes the depth behind her words. This was his band and that meant it meant something to her. It meant as much to her as it did to him because it was his.

The brunette boy feels a smile overtake his features along with a small blush, wanting nothing more than to kiss her right there.

But he didn’t. Instead he kissed her cheek.

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise and soon her perfect skin started acquiring a deep scarlet, which she hid by hurrying Carrie to go find some seats.

If that night Luke sang looking at her too often, then damn him. Who could blame him? Y/N had just giving him more reasons to love her.

After that neither tried to date again. They were silently pining after one another, too afraid to make a move considering the way things ended between them.

But Julie grew tired of it and soon started bugging them to date other people if they weren’t going to date one another.

That’s why when Luke was rejecting Kayla’s date, Julie intervened.

“Sorry, Kayla” he apologizes, “I have rehearsal with the band”

“No, we don’t” Julie smiles “Actually, why don’t you guys come to the concert the school is holding together?”

Luke glared at the talented singer before fake smiling towards the Hawaiian beauty who agreed instantly.

Though once Kayla is out sight, Luke grabs Julie’s arm and pulls her towards the janitor’s closet where he glares at her with dark green eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“You need to date! Get out there, mingle a little”

He shakes his head, “When Y/N finds out about this she’ll despise me”

Julie frowns with confusion, “No, she won’t. She has moved on, you should too”

Luke shakes his head in disbelief making Julie scoff before getting her phone out.

“What are you doing?”

She shushes him before putting her phone on speaker, making Luke’s eyes widen once he sees the called ID being the one of his ex.

He would never voice out loud the way his heart skipped a beat.

“I’m blocking you”, came her cold voice as soon as the call is picked up.

“Wait—Y/N! Don’t hang up!”

A groan is heard making Luke involuntarily smile.

“You have five seconds to tell me what the heck you want before I block you”

“Okay, look, I’m here with Beck—“

“Julie, don’t”

“He’s going with Kayla to the school’s concert, as a date” Julie continues “Just wanted to make sure that’s okay with you”

There’s a ten seconds silence through the line. Ten seconds in which Julie realizes that maybe she was wrong, that maybe she should’ve minded her own business. For so long she had found annoyance in the ways she always ended up in the middle of their problems and here she was, butting in herself.

Ten seconds in which Luke panics. Realizing that he is also awaiting the answer anxiously. There are two ways this could go: Y/N could snap, voicing loudly how she didn’t give a damn, or she could scream asking for answers to questions she shouldn’t have and bad-mouthing Kayla. Both were common in their past. It was a way to showed she cared, that she was jealous and that she wasn’t ready to let him go yet. Both answers would give him the last drop of hope he needed to do something about what he felt towards her.

But when the ten seconds came to an end, neither got an answer they expected from the impulsive ice queen.

“We’re not dating” she reminded them in a voice too soft to be recognized as hers, “We haven’t been for a long time. You don’t have to make sure if it’s okay with me”

“What?”, Luke asks softly, “Y/N, I…”

“I’m being serious right now, Luke”, she continues, “I do appreciate your concern but it’s none of my business who you date”

Silence. Neither Julie nor Luke know what to say or do next. Neither expected the mature response from the H/C haired beauty. Neither knew if they liked it.

“Well, if that was all, don’t call me again”

And she hung up.

Julie stared at her phone in disbelief, but what did she expect? Was she secretly hoping that Y/N would finally snap and this agonizing secret mutual pining they were all forced to endure would finally end? What exactly had she expected to achieve from this?

Definitely not the way Luke was looking right now.

The guitarist looked completely heartbroken and hopeless. The fire that normally resided in his eyes had ceased to exist. And as he looked at one of his best friends while holding tightly onto his backpack’s strap, all that could shine through his eyes was a deep feeling of betrayal.

“I…”

“You should’ve stayed out of it”, he voiced numbly “She doesn’t despise me. It’s worst, she doesn’t care at all”

“Luke…”

“I’ll go on that stupid date, just bug out, will you?”

The days before the concert were painful for every single one of them on their friend group. It was definitely a weird sight to see Luke look so out of it and Y/N so unbothered by it. It was the first time since their break up that their friends doubted the possibility of them ever finding their way back to each other.

When they finally had the courage to ask Luke what was going on, the guitarist told them he had a date with his eyes glued to Y/N body. He was waiting for a reaction, no matter how small it was. Anything really.

But she gave nothing away.

All she did to answer their friends’ curious and astonished gazes was shrug her shoulders and voice she was just trying to finish her song for the school’s concert.

The unbothered air that surrounded her was heartbreaking for everyone around her. It was as if she was truly okay either letting go of Luke and their history. As if she had already given up on them. They couldn’t blame her, it had been a long time since they last were together, but that didn’t change the fact that they all truly believed they were meant to be together and that it was unsettling to see it come to a real end.

Especially by the look on Luke’s eyes. His face may have remained neutral and unfaltering but his eyes could never deceive from his true feelings. He was hurt.

And being hurt but not wanting to show it meant he tried to keep himself as busy as he could until the school’s concert, avoiding all his friends and Y/N especially. And when the time to meet up with Kayla came, Luke had to pretend to be invested in everything she told him; even if most things were just compliments to suck up to him, agreeing to every little thing he said. He didn’t even know if anything that she actually told him was her actual real opinion or if she was just trying that hard to agree with everything he said to be reciprocated.

He didn’t even know anything about who she was and they had been talking for the hour that concert had already been going on.

Favorite song? She would ask his first before saying how much she also loved it. Methods of acting that they found more suitable? She would giggle and twirl her hair waiting for him to answer before giving what she would fake is her own opinion.

It was tiring.

Where was her own fire? Why didn’t she fight back when he disagreed with something she said? Why didn’t she try to show him why she was passionate about it instead of just nodding and giving in?

Why was she making it so easy?

He didn’t like it. He was hating it actually. So he took the first chance he could, excusing himself by saying he needed to refill his drink, to run for it.

That’s how Julie found him after helping the boys set up the instruments for Y/N’s set, which was up next.

“Ooohh, hello, loverboy” she teased him, “Where is your lovely lady of the night?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care”

Julie blinks, surprised by his answer, before grabbing a cup and filling it with the first soda she saw.

“Date not going well?”

“It’s a disaster” he scoffs, “She’s just agreeing with everything I say”

Julie nods, “Isn’t that a good thing, though? Means you have things in common”

“Not really. Not if I don’t know if that is truly what she thinks” he shakes his head “Feels like she’s just trying to agree to everything I say”

“Well, it’s the first date, you know” she sighs, “She probably doesn’t want to fight you on it. Next one will be better”

He shakes his head, “There won’t be a next one”

“WHAT?!”

Luke drinks from his cup while Julie starts stumbling upon her words after what he said. She couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t even gonna give it a chance? The date wasn’t even over yet.

“I think I learned something about myself”

Julie scoffs, “That you’re ungrateful to your friend who tried to help you by fixing you up with a cute girl?!”

“No, I just…” he sighs “I think I kind of like to date a girl who, you know… fights back”

Julie looks at him dumbfounded, not understanding his point.

“I mean a girl who has strong opinions” he continues, “you know? A big mouth”

“Why?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “Cause it’s not easy. Easy is boring”

Julie stares for a good minute before sighing. It kinda made sense. At the end of the day, love was all about growth. Growth didn’t exist without different opinions and dialogues that fought each ideal. It was all about pushing each other to become your very best. How could you do that without bumps along the way?

“Okay…” she sighs, taking a sip of her drink, “Then, who’s not boring?”

Their conversation is cut short by Reggie’s voice on the stage, he had been assigned as the concert’s host and had been doing a magnificent job all night.

“Okay, people! Let’s hear things up with F/N L/N! Let’s go!”

Reggie soon goes to grab the bass as Alex appears behind the drums. Other two students grabbing the guitar and keyboard left.

Luke and Julie take a step closer, that way they have a better view of the stage.

The guitar starts playing the intro as Y/N walks into stage in a cute short black goth dress with fisher nets and combat boots, her hair’s normal blue streaks a dark purple this night. Shortly after she makes her way to the microphone stand the drums join the melody.

And soon her melodious and angelic raspy voice sounds through the place.

“You think you know me

But you don't know me

You think you own me

But you can't control me”

As if it was destined to be, the lyrics bring light to the situation at hand.

There was a reason why Luke and Y/N always ended up gravitating towards one another despite all the horrible fights they endured with each other.

“You look at me and there's just one thing that you see

So listen to me

Listen to me”

Julie feels like smacking herself across the face. The truth was so obvious that she feels dumb to have been so oblivious to it.

“You push me back

I push you back

Harder, harder

You scream at me

I scream at you

Louder, L-L-L-L-Louder”

Luke Patterson was probably one of the most carefree and easy going people she had ever met. He was always carrying this certain peaceful atmosphere around him. He needed someone or something to push him to thrive, to become better than he already was. To fight for his ideals and his dreams. It wasn’t enough to just want them to happen, he had to make them happen and his calm self usually hid from conflict.

F/N L/N was probably the most loud and impulsive person Julie had ever met. Never once had she silenced her opinions, always speaking the truth no matter how cruel it could be. She wasn’t someone who hid from a fight and whenever she wanted something she never stopped until she got it. She needed someone who could stop her when she was going to far, someone to calm the fire that never cease to light up inside of her.

“I'm dangerous so I'm warning you

But you're not afraid of me

And I can't convince you

You don't know me”

There was not one person in the whole world that was meant to be with the other but themselves. They pushed each other, for better and worst. They had the possibility of being the best and the worst thing that could happen to the other.

And as the song keeps going, the truth becomes blinding.

“And the longer that you stay, the ice is melting

And the pain feels okay, it feels okay (hey)”

Luke’s eyes never once stray away from the powerful force that is Y/N as she sings. Her voice loud and powerful as raspy and angelic. His heart beats to the song’s rhythm, unveiling a silent truth that he had been trying so hard to push to the bottom of his being, to afraid of what it truly meant. To afraid of it being to late to mean it.

“You push me back

I push you back

You scream at me

I scream at you

Louder”

Her e/c cold gaze meets his green eyes and suddenly it seems all the iciness in it melts away. As if only his gaze could have that power over her. As if only he was allowed to see the true kind soul hidden behind the cold walls she had taken so long to build around herself.

“You push me back

I push you back

Harder harder

You scream at me

I scream at you

Louder, L-L-L-L-Louder”

And he knows right there and then, as does Julie and his friends, that it is her. It has always been her. It will always be her.

It is Y/N who pushes him until he finally snaps. It is Y/N who fights for him whenever he doesn’t find the will to do so. It is Y/N who loves him so much that she fights to control her impulses whenever he asks her to.

It had always been her and he had been a fool to ever let her walk away without giving a fight. Especially when she had never stopped fighting.

“I'm dangerous so I'm warning you

But you're not afraid of me

And I can't convince you

And I don't have to I think you know me”

Their relationship was flawed. Maybe even toxic. But it was magical. It was powerful and passionate. And it was real.

Never had they ever been afraid to voice their opinions to the other, even fighting back when they disagreed; yet never settling. Never had they ever been afraid to be vulnerable by showing each other how much they truly cared for one another. Never had they ever stopped loving each other.

The applause make Luke blink out of his daze and realize all this time he had been staring right at Y/N. And she had been staring back.

She offers him a soft smile that to anyone else would look like her usual smirk, but he knew better. He had always known better. And that’s how he knows she is fighting, one last time, for him. She has ignited the flame and it is leaving it to him to turn it off once and for all or help it grow as fierce and wild as it can.

Julie smiles softly, “So, Luke… who’s not boring?”

And he smiles.

Step by step he gets closer to the stage where Y/N is still on, nodding at the standing ovation that is applauding her. Only taking her eyes her eyes off the public once he makes it right at her side.

Everyone’s eyes are on them. Silence.

They stand there for a minute just staring at each other. Y/N with her hand folded in front of her and Luke with both his hands buried in his jean’s pockets.

“I’ve missed you” he finally voices.

She shrugs, acting indifferent, “So what are you gonna do about it?”

Two seconds of silence follow in which Luke pauses to admire her challenging e/c gaze, before taking enough steps to be face-to-face with her. His hand leave the safety of his pockets and find their way to the warm of her cheeks before pulling her towards him, lips meeting anxiously.

And it was like a weight was lifted of their chests, letting them finally breathe without struggle.

No matter the fights, the misunderstandings, disagreements or the toxicity. They would always find their way back to each other because of the truth and purity of their love, which was real. Love was never meant to be perfect but it is meant to keep the other grounded, to push the other to grow.

And that’s what always brought Luke and Y/N back. It’s what always would bring them back.

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

[nolanhollogay]

love payne in "rebel grrrl":

Love has two facts of her life that she knows will never change: She's going to make it big with her band one day, and she hates Luke Patterson. The first one is inevitable. Her band, Rose and the Petal Pushers, are amazing, and they're driven by passion and love for music. Their hard work will pay off in the end.

The Luke thing is a bit more complicated.

taglist: @witchofinterest@richitozier@praetoravila@hiddenqveendom@xoteajays@kbeebaybe@joshdiaz

#love payne #jatp oc #luke patterson x oc #mine #intro post #anthony price #dominique hanlon #naomi wong #monty carmichael

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

What You Want- Luke Patterson x OC

Luke Patterson x Daisy Sloane

Description: After seeing Luke and Julie in an awkward situation, Daisy asks him what he wants between them, and he doesn’t have an answer yet.

Word Count: 1.5k

Luke and Daisy had been getting to know each other for a while now. With Caleb’s contract no longer on both the boys and Daisy, Evangeline and Hattie, they were free to do whatever they wanted. When she had been working for Caleb she didn’t have a lot of leisure time because she was always rehearsing, performing, or serving customers. Nowadays, she spent more time outside, mostly people watching in random places. When she wasn’t doing that, she hung out with Luke. He always seemed happy to see her and eagerly saved her a seat during Julie and the Phantoms band practice when she wanted to come. She was pretty happy with the direction their (not quite) relationship was going.

But, at the same time, she can’t help but notice the looks Luke and Julie gave each other during the few times she watched the band rehearse. Some could shrug it off as them just being passionate about their art. And sure, Daisy could see that sometimes, but there was something different about it sometimes. Like when they would be a little too close during movie nights in the studio for just friends.

Of course Daisy had no reason to feel the jealousy that washed over her. It wasn’t like they were dating, though if they kept on going in this direction they (hopefully) would be in the near future. It wasn’t until almost two months after the contracts broke that those feelings went right out the window.

As usual, Luke had extended an invitation to watch the band practice, which she gladly accepted. She ended up getting there early with the intention of hanging out with him for a bit before the others got there. When she poofed in front of the studio, it only took one look inside the window to let her know that no one was in there, not even Luke. So, she decided to head up to the house to see if anyone was there yet, and she stopped in her tracks when she neared the front porch.

Luke stood beside Julie on the front porch. Their conversation looked important so she ducked out of sight to give them privacy, yet she couldn’t stay away for long as she heard them talk. They seemed to be having some sort of moment, which made a pang of jealousy hit her chest. Luke slowly held his hand out to the Molina girl, but unfortunately her hand just phased through his. Since the night of the Orpheum concert they sometimes had a hard time figuring out how touch worked for all of them, but especially with Julie since she was still alive.

“This is an interesting little relationship you and I have,” Luke muttered. The pang in Daisy’s chest stabbed deeper as she watched the interaction, then she decided she’d seen enough. She held back the tears that threatened to well up in her eyes as she turned away. Just as she was about to walk away, she ran into a large potted plant near the studio. The pot fell over with a loud clatter (though it thankfully didn’t break), and she cursed to herself as she bent down to pick it up. As she set it upright once more she heard footsteps behind her.

“Daisy?” The girl whipped around at the mention of her name. It was Luke who said it, and judging by the look in his eyes he knows she saw their little moment. Rather than be embarrassed about being caught, she only found herself more upset.

“No, no, don’t mind me. I was just leaving. Have fun with that ‘interesting little relationship’ you two have.” Daisy really tried to hide the bitterness in her voice as she spoke, but she had a feeling that it didn’t work. She didn’t stay long enough for them to answer before she turned to leave once again and headed down the driveway.

“Daisy, wait!” Luke’s voice came from behind her yet again, but she didn’t turn around again until he grabbed her wrist. She quickly spun and pushed him away.

“Don’t touch me,” she snapped.

“Please, just let me explain,” Luke begged.

“Explain what?” She questioned. “What I just saw? Explain the ‘interesting little relationship’ you and Julie have? There’s nothing to explain, but I need to know what you want with me and Julie.” The boy sighed softly.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled in response.

“Or I guess the question is, who do you want?” She crossed her arms with a scowl.

“I don’t know!” He repeated desperately. Daisy couldn’t help but scoff at his lame answer, her anger and hurt only multiplying.

“Well, why don’t you call me when you figure it out? Or better yet, maybe you shouldn’t call at all.” And with that, she suddenly remembered that she had the power to poof away. So that’s what she did, leaving Luke still standing at the edge of the driveway.

A full week passed after the incident at the garage and Daisy was still refusing to talk to Luke. He hadn’t attempted to see her or contact her, and she couldn’t figure out if she was relieved or devastated by it. On one hand she was glad that he hadn’t seen her because she didn’t know what she would say to him. Yet, on the other hand, she had secretly hoped that he would show up and tell her that he chose her. But that came with its own difficulties. Why was it a question in the first place? Was she just a second choice because he’d known Julie longer? Did he just say he wanted her because he and Julie couldn’t touch or do normal couple things?

Daisy was overthinking again, and it didn’t help that Alex and Reggie were around a lot to spend time with Hattie and Eva (and Willy) respectively so she was continually reminded of Luke. By this point everyone in their friend group knew what happened. Daisy had told Eva and Hattie what happened which, in turn, led to the guys finding out as well. Based on how they reacted to just the mention of their friend’s name, they were also upset with his behavior. It made her feel a bit better, but she still couldn’t help but think about Luke when she was around them.

So, she took to just exploring more. It had basically become her life at this point, which made it easier for people to find her. That’s exactly what happened the day after the one week mark. Daisy was sitting on an empty bench in a park near Julie’s house. She had been people watching, but she looked over when someone took a seat beside her.

It was Luke, much to her dismay, yet she couldn’t bring herself to stand up. So, they just sat there for a few minutes in complete silence. Once she managed to tear her gaze away from him she refused to look at him until he finally spoke.

“I made my decision,” he said softly. The girl hummed in response, curiosity plaguing her features. It took another moment for him to continue.

“Do you want to know why Julie’s hand went through mine the other day?” Daisy hesitated for a moment, but eventually her curiosity got the best of her. It was now or never.

“Yeah.”

“It’s because my heart wasn’t in it like it usually is when I try to touch someone,” he explained. “It was a subconscious thing, I made myself transparent because I think I knew in my gut that I didn’t like Julie as more than a friend. I didn’t like her more than I like you.” He took her hand after speaking, which almost made her flinch away in surprise.

A small silence fell over them as Daisy processed his confession. His words had resonated with her in a way she didn’t think it would. Here he was, admitting that he was choosing her. But, one question popped into her head that she couldn’t ignore.

“You don’t… You’re not just choosing me because you and Julie can’t touch or do things like a normal couple?” She asked hesitantly. The question made Luke’s eyes widen and he quickly shook his head.

“What? No, absolutely not. I’m choosing you because I like you. It just took me forever to realize because I’m an idiot. The look on your face after you caught me and Julie was enough to make me realize it.”

“So why’d you take so long to find me, then?” She questioned. The boy’s cheeks became red in embarrassment and he looked down at his lap.

“I didn’t think you wanted to see me,” he admitted shyly. That made a small smile slowly form on her lips, and she gently squeezed his hand. Once he faced her again, her smile widened just a bit.

“Well, now that you’ve made your decision, what do you say to getting some ice cream or something?” She suggested. Her inquiry made Luke perk up and he nodded.

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

“Then lead the way, Patterson.” They stood in unison then made their way out of the park, comically wide smiles on their faces. Luke had definitely made the right decision.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #luke patterson #luke patterson x oc #luke patterson imagine #luke patterson fanfiction

[sol-emers]

Just a cute one-shot, if you guys would like more pls request them <3

Then Don't Go?

Summary: Carrie gets invited to go hang out with some of Dirty Candy at a club and she's searching for a reason not to go. Aka Carrie confusing tf out of Reggie for fifteen min.

Warnings: slight language, kissing?, maybe small argument, otherwise mostly fluff

Based off a tiktok I saw with this very situation- only I added my own ending:)

Reggie Peters x Carrie Wilson

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"Well, I want to go but- I just don't wanna put air in my tires." Carrie sighed disappointedly; adjusting herself on the carpet floor she had draped herself just prior to talking.

Reggie looked up from his bass that he'd been fiddling around with, eyebrows furrowed and a confused expression on his face. Carrie never put air in her own tires? She always got him or her dad to do it for her.

"Doll- I can put air in your tires for you?" he offered sounding confused on why she didn't just ask, but he also knew Carrie spoke girl and would only ask him to do things in code.

Carrie just huffed again, putting her manicured hand on her eyes before going, "No, no i- I just really actually don't want to go."

Reggie's response was immediate this time, not wanting his girlfriend to get stuck doing something she didn't want to do just for the sake of her friends.

"Then stay here? You don't gotta go-"

Carrie just groaned annoyed rolling over on the carpet and looked at the wall frustrated that he wasn't catching on.

"No I- but I need to go because everyone else is going and if I don't go I'll feel left out."

"Then go?" Reggie said putting down his bass and putting his attention on the rolling girl on the ground who was two minutes away from exploding from frustration over this.

"No! I don't want to!" Carrie was aware she was acting childish but her boyfriend just wasn't catching on.

She just wanted him to listen.

"Then don't go!?"

Reggie was now starting at her confused with his arms out- he couldn't get why she couldn't just make a decision when he kept giving her viable solutions to her problems.

"Ah!" Carrie groaned/yelled in frustration while Reggie continued trying to think of ways to solve this for her.

Which is something he knew he'd always do if she asked, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was he wasn't picking up that she didn't want solutions at all she just wanted him.

Reggie got up from his spot perched on the bed and walked towards the girl in pink slowly.

Sitting close to where her head lay on the ground. Adjusting her askew hair from her face and looking down at her face and her closed scrunched up eyes and just straight up asked her this time.

"What do you need me to do for you to feel okay with not going?" after every word he found himself leaning down to the ground and pecking her cheek, her head, nose, chin, till finally her lips.

Carrie sighed one last time, opening her eyes finally and looking to the boy she loves- "give me a good reason to stay?"

Reggie smiled, now that he had a straight up answer from her. Then moved to her shorts pocket where he knows her phone is and grabbed it.

Unlocking it without a problem, he went into her messages and into her Dirty Candy groupchat where he sent

(Hey everyone! This is Reggie letting u all know Carrie won't be able to make it tonight, I have a suprise stay in night set up for her so- maybe next time.

Once he was done he threw the phone behind him where it landed softly on the carpet.

He looked back down at the brown-eyed girl looking at him waiting for something.

"Sorry Care- you are officially busy tonight." he said standing up pulling Carrie up with him till they were both on their feet and he was leading them to the living room so he could start a movie.

"you have a hot date."

Once they reached the living room he ordered food, and some strawberry ice cream for dessert cause he knows Carrie is a sucker for anything strawberry.

Carrie put on her favorite TV show, 'Once Upon A Time' and snuggled into her baby pink couch blankets.

Once every thing was ready and on it's way (and Reggie had made popcorn with extra butter and cheese) he'd joined her on the couch and they had a impromptu date night.

Which was all she had wanted when she had originally walked into their bedroom and dramatically planted herself on their carpeted floor.

Much like the plants he keeps in the kitchen.

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Hope you all enjoyed this short one-shot. MERRY CHRISTMAS YA'LL JVVFGII

Lemme know what you all thought and if you'd like more pls request <3

- wren

#reggie x carrie #julie and the phantoms #reggie peters #carrie wilson #juke fluff #luke patterson #luke patterson x oc #julie molina #alex mercer #willex fic #willie and alex #sunset curve #sunset swerve

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🌹

Ooooo another one!

“ Chrissy, wake up darlin’! You can’t fade out on me now, I-“ he choked on a sob. “ I just got you back.” Reggie squeezed her tightly, tears falling onto her face as he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “ Please,” he sobbed, “ I haven’t even gotten to tell you I love you yet!” Alex slowly slid down beside him, his own wave of tears falling as he took his sisters hand in his own.

“ Please baby doll,” Reggie choked out, “ I need to tell you I love you.”

The smallest movement. Almost too small to notice, and then.

“Mmm-“ tiny and pained but still there. “ Love you too Reg.” Her voice was barely a croak as she finally opened her eyes again. “Your voice gets really cute when you’re all worked up. T’wang comes out more-“ then what could have been a giggle or a cough.

#julie and the phantoms #writing stuff #thanks for the ask! #I shouldn’t be laughing #But I had to write the words Chrissy wake up in a serious moment #original character #ignore my oc #Chrissy Mercer #alex mercer #reggie peters #reginald peters #jatp #fanfiction #luke patterson #julie molina #Reggie peters x original character #I know these are only supposed to be one sentence #but I just get so excited to share #sorry about that

[i-thought-i-knew-what-love-was]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Julie Molina, Original Characters, Reggie Peters's Parents (Julie and The Phantoms) Additional Tags: Minor Violence, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Physical Abuse, I have no idea what to tag Summary:

OC Lottie is Reggie's sister and after a major moment with Luke, she's rethinking some things.

#luke patterson #original female character #luke x oc #original work #minor abuse but it's over quick

[skieswords]

Ruin Me {Luke Patterson x OC}

Summary: Finley is Los Feliz High’s golden girl. Straight As, captain of the cheer squad and the dance team, dating the captain of the lacrosse team, and the pride and joy of her parents. But her childhood best friend and her have had an agreement since they were 16. No feelings, no strings, nobody knows. Especially not her boyfriend.

Warning: Smut. 

Word count: 12.2k

Based on Lustra’s Scotty Doesn’t Know.

“Fuck, that was good.” 

Finley rolled her eyes and pulled the sheets up to her chest, turning to face Luke as dropped down beside her, running a hand through his sweaty hair. He sat up on his elbow and smirked down at her, taking in her flushed face and messed up hair. 

“You good?” 

He held a fist out to her, and she rolled her eyes but smirked, and fist bumped him. 

“Shut up.” 

Luke pretended to bow to a non-existent audience, chuckling as he dropped back onto his pillow. Finley looked at the clock on the wall and sighed, sitting up with the sheet wrapped around her, and gathering her clothes from around the floor, where they’d been scattered earlier. 

“You know, you really shouldn’t worry about covering up in front of me. I mean, the things you just let me do to you- why do you even bother?” 

Pulling her shorts on, and frowning at her messed up hair, Finley rolled her eyes once again at her old best friend, and smoothed down her shirt. 

“It’s the principle of it. We have sex, we finish, I leave. That’s how it is.” 

Luke shrugged, and rested his hands behind his head, sitting up against his headboard.

She wasn’t wrong. This was how it had been since the start of their Junior year. Finley had been dating the lacrosse team captain for 4 months, but he’d made it very clear he wanted to wait a while before doing the deed. Being the respectful and loving girlfriend she was- she’d turned to her best friend. Luke Patterson, notorious for breaking hearts at Los Feliz high, was more than happy to help her out, coming up with an arrangement that meant he got an easy fuck, and she got her needs satisfied. There were no feelings whatsoever between the two of them, and they didn’t speak outside of making plans and seeing them through. Cheating on Scott wasn’t easy- but she told herself it was just temporary, and it was better than letting their relationship suffer because she felt neglected. God knows she’d helped Scott enough times, simply by walking around his bedroom in a sports bra, or making out with him for an hour. He was a nice boy, destined for college, who came from a nice family and a nice church. A church that she’d attended with him quite a few times. He was too nice, sometimes. 

Luke was the polar opposite of Scott. 17, in a rockband, on the brink of dropping out of school, and swearing off God since age 12. They’d been best friends all through middle school, but that all changed when they reached high school, and Finley had started to rise through the social ranks, quickly earning queen bee status. Now, as captain of both the dance team and the cheer team, she was expected to behave herself. Walking to class hand in hand with her golden boy boyfriend, pass all of her classes, attend cheer practice, coach the dance team, go home and study. Cheer at Scott’s game on Fridays after school, get a milkshake with him at the diner afterwards. Spend Saturdays at cheer practice for a few hours, then heading straight to her best friend Sasha’s house for a study session, before having dinner with her entire family. Sunday’s were her favourite though. She’d wake up early, dress simply, and drive to the other side of town. She’d tell her parents she was going to see Scott, tell Scott she was going to church, and tell Sasha she was going to the gym. In her defense, she was working out. Just not quite the way her best friend thought. 

Monday saw the Los Feliz 1995 Junior prom queen walking through the halls, high ponytail secured with a bright blue scrunchie, cheer skirt perfectly pressed, and trainers so white they looked new. The walls were papered with posters about the upcoming dance, the theme having been decided by her and a few of the girls from dance. A romantic weekend in Paris, they’d decided, with roses decorating the tables, and a colour theme of red and white. Hopefully it wouldn’t clash too much with the Valentine’s dance, the theme for which was still to be confirmed, despite it’s arrival in less than a month. There were a lot of dances at Los Feliz, thanks to the musical and dancing talent in their school. Luke’s band was playing the next homecoming dance, after Finley put a good word in for them, feeling like she owed Luke something. She didn’t know how it didn’t eat away at him, sleeping with someone elses girlfriend. But then she caught sight of him leaning over Jessie Wilson, a Junior who’d recently joined the dance team, and was reminded once again, that Luke was the definition of a player. Finley wrinkled her nose as Luke pushed a strand of hair off of Jessie’s face, the younger girl nearly melting into a puddle at Luke’s feet. Luke noticed her watching, and sent her a wink, making her scowl, as she tried to subdue the blush creeping up her cheeks. 

“Hey babe, you alright?” 

Finley smiled up at her suddenly appeared boyfriend, and pressed a kiss to his cheek, pushing all thoughts of Luke in the janitor’s closet out of her mind. 

“I’m fine, just thinking about the routine for Friday’s game. Are we still on for milkshakes?” She smiled sweetly, intertwining their fingers. Scott shrugged and ran his free hand through his sandy curls, his eyes fixed on something in the distance. 

“Yeah, sure.” 

He started walking towards the english room, tugging her gently alongside him. 

“I was gonna ask you- do you fancy coming to my church with me on Sunday? My pastor wants to see you again, and speak to you about running that cheer camp I mentioned?” 

Finley’s eyes widened, and she cleared her throat. 

“I wish I could, but I told my pastor I’d stay behind after the service and help with the kids... I’m so sorry.” 

Finley smiled apologetically, but was surprised when Scott flashed her an adoring grin, reaching out a hand to brush a strand of hair off her face as they reached her class. 

“Don’t worry about it- that’s incredible. You’re incredible. I don’t know how you find the time for all of these things. How’d I get so lucky?” 

He leant down and pressed a kiss to her temple, before waving goodbye as he headed to the science labs. Finley laughed half-heartedly as she waved back, turning and walking into english with a quiet groan. 

Maths was next period, but as Finley sat down in her desk, someone appeared on her shoulders, his musky aftershave identifying him before he could speak. 

“Don’t touch me, Lucas.” 

Finley shrugged her shoulders, forcing him to sit back in his seat, the desk behind hers. 

“Funny, that’s not what you were saying yesterday.” 

He was muttering, but Finley caught it, spinning round to glare at him as he chuckled. 

“Not funny. Someone might hear you!” 

She glanced around her fearfully, shooting a convincing smile at the group of cheerleaders towards the back, before dropping it and continuing her glare. 

“Relax, you don’t have to be golden girl all the time you know. No-one cares if you drop the act for once in your life.” 

Finley groaned, and turned back around, making sure her ponytail flicked him in the face as she did so. 

“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten what it feels like.” 

His voice was soft in her ear, and she closed her eyes as his fingers ran through a handful, begging the memories of many previous Sundays to stop playing through her mind. 

“Hey Finley, what’s up?” 

Sasha’s arrival saw Finley lean forward, forcing Luke to remove his hands from her hair, watching her with a smirk as she spoke to her best friend. 

“Hey Sash, I’m good. How was your weekend? Sorry I missed your call on Sunday, I was at church.” 

Sasha winked at her, and giggled. 

“You’re still telling him you go to church on a Sunday? Poor boy, if only he knew.” 

Finley laughed nervously and drummed her pen on the desk, twirling her ponytail around a finger. Luke’s ears perked up at this; had Finley told Sasha what was going on between them? Finley laughed alongside her friend, the nervous tone in it only picked up by the carefully listening rockstar wannabe, who knew her inside out. Literally. 

“Of course. Honestly, don’t know how he believes me. He thinks this body comes from just cheer and dance? No, it’s the 4 hour weight session with Charlie every Sunday. I’ll tell him one day, but for now, I’ve got to keep in shape.” 

Finley ran her hands down her sides at this, and arched her back slightly, knowing Luke’s eyes would be on her. They were, and he smirked at her action, kicking the leg of her chair gently so she knew. 

“Of course, got to keep him interested. And, of course, there’s the matter of homecoming.” 

Sasha winked at Finley, who blushed and looked at her desk, silently praying Luke had stopped listening for some reason. 

“Yeah, duh.” 

Saved by the appearance of their math teacher, Finley sighed with relief and pulled out her textbook. Luke diverted his attention out the window, his mind drifting to what could possibly be happening at next Friday’s homecoming that he’d missed.

*

The week passed in a flash, with Finley avoiding Luke at all costs. They reached Friday morning not having spoken since Monday, when Luke finally cornered her in the hallway after lunch, while everyone else was in class. 

“Luke. Hey.” 

She blinked up at him, towering over her lithe frame as she leaned against her locker. 

“Fin. You still on for Sunday?” Finley looked around her fearfully, pushing him lightly in the chest once she was satisfied the corridor was empty. 

“Shut up. Yeah, same as always.” 

Luke narrowed his eyes at her, leaning in close so she could feel his breath on her face. He was hardly an inch away, his cocky smirk almost pressed up against her lips. 

“Luke-” He reached his thumb up and pulled her bottom lip down lightly, his eyes growing dark and hungry, before laughing and walking away, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. Finley groaned and brushed down her clothes, willing away the fierce blush that had appeared on her cheeks. That boy was going to be the death of her. 

*

“Game night, wooo! Favourite night of the week. I get to rock the field, and then spend time with my perfect girl.” 

Finley smiled weakly at her over excited boyfriend, his lacrosse uniform on, leaning against the wall as he watched her paint careful blue swirls on her face. 

“Yeah, should be great. You’ll be awesome.” 

She pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, checking her uniform in the mirror one more time. White and blue uniform, blue bow tied around her ponytail, blue face paint swirling on her cheekbones. The epitome of bobcat spirit in a couple stood in front of her, and she found herself wondering for the 1000th time that week, why she wasn’t perfectly content. Scott was so sweet, and he cared about her. She’d met his family, and they all adored her, she’d met his pastor, who’d also loved her. They were perfect for each other. But why wasn’t it enough for her? Banishing those thoughts from her mind, she plastered a smile on, and cracked her knuckles. Time to win a game, and show the school why she deserved to be queen bee.

The bleachers were filled with a sea of blue and silver, signs held high above the Los Feliz students’ heads, Bobcat posters lining the walls of the field. Finley was dancing around in front of the bleachers, cheering for the bobcat team as they scored yet again, doing a handspring before jumping on Sasha’s back and running around yelling happily. She loved cheering, always had done since she had joined the squad in her Freshman year. The other girls were chanting, clapping and jumping on the sidelines, watching with wide grins as their captain and vice ran round the bleachers, now on opposite sides. Sasha gave Finley a look, who returned it with a nod, before launching into a complex tumbling routine simultaneously. Pairing a triple back handspring with a full twist and a back somersault, she landed it with a proud smile, panting slightly. Sasha, now directly opposite her, bowed to the screaming students, and ran over, wrapping an arm round her best friends’ waist. 

“I knew we could do that. That had to look sick.” 

Finley nodded, walking into the group of Bobcat cheerleaders and organizing them into place for stunts. With the base group formed up, Finley watched carefully as Sasha was tossed up in the air, alongside Leila. With Finley as their captain, and the smallest on the team, it made sense for her to be top flyer. Taking a deep breath, she broke into a run, before throwing a back handspring and feeling herself getting caught by girls at the front, who boosted her to Sasha and Leila, who pulled her up onto their hands. Three tier pyramid, her foot firmly lodged in Sasha and Leila’s hands, her arms high above her head. She beamed as she looked around the bleachers, knowing she’d impressed everyone. It had been a long time since someone had managed to get the bobcat cheer team in as good a place as Finley had it. She was talented, and being the kind of person she was, it wasn’t difficult to get people to listen to her. But her pride was short lived. Someone slipped beneath her, and she cursed quietly under her breath, tensing her entire body. Sasha stumbled, letting go of Finley, who’s entire weight was now on Leila, who was far too small to handle her on her own. Finley groaned and threw herself backwards, tucking into a ball and hoping for the best. She’d landed back somersaults from that height before, but without a steady base, she had no idea where this would go. She did land it, but a sickening crunch as she did so made her fall to the floor in agony, clutching her ankle and yelping. The first person to her side was Sasha, who was blurting out apologies through tears, pulling her into an awkward hug, while Finley rolled her eyes and tried to calm her through gritted teeth. 

“It’s okay Sash. Can you go get ice or something?” 

Sasha nodded and ran off, and Finley peered at her ankle. It seemed fine, maybe a little twisted, but not broken. Movement out of the corner of her eye made her look up, and she caught sight of Luke, leaning against the side of the bleachers, his eyes trained on her. He looked... worried? Finley didn’t have time to contemplate this, as she felt someone wrap their arms around her, and carry her over to the side, resting her against the bench. 

“Hey babe, are you alright? That was a nasty fall.” 

Scott stroked her face gently, his face red and his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. 

“I’m alright Scotty. Go win this game for me, okay?” Scott nodded and pressed a kiss to her cheek, before running off. 

“Scotty? Really? God you two are sickening.” 

Finley rolled her eyes at Luke’s tone, rubbing her leg. 

“What do you want, Patterson? I’m a bit busy, if you hadn’t noticed.” 

Luke nodded and knelt down, holding up an ice pack. 

“Shut up and let me help you.” 

Finley snapped her lips shut and winced as Luke pressed the ice to her ankle, holding it in place with surprisingly gentle fingers. 

“That was stupid. You knew you might fall.” 

He sounded bored, but there was a hint of concern in his voice that Finley hadn’t expected to hear. 

“I was fine. I’ve done it a million times before- Sasha just slipped.”

Luke snorted, and adjusted the way he was kneeling. 

“Yeah well Sasha just slipping, nearly had you landing on your head. Get some better cheerleaders, won’t you? Half of them aren’t even hot- swear that’s literally the whole point of you guys.” 

Finley resisted the urge to smack him, and took a deep breath. 

“They’re good. And don’t be so degrading. Girls shouldn’t be valued based on how they look.” 

Luke met her eyes with a judgy look, laughing softly. 

“Relax, sweetheart. I wasn’t insulting you. You’re as sexy as ever.” 

He trailed a hand up her leg lightly, causing her to tilt her head back with her eyes closed as he reached the hem of her skirt. 

“Luke.” He took his hand back and smirked. 

“Finley.” 

Looking around them, and checking the scoreboard, Finley grabbed his shoulder. 

“Where’s your car?”

Luke raised his eyebrows, but helped her stand up. 

“Seriously? Okay, whatever. This way.” 

He wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her towards the school, waving at the coach and a few of the cheerleaders. 

“We’re going to get more ice for her foot, we’ll be back in a bit.” 

They hardly noticed, waving them off without a second thought. As soon as they were in the school, Luke had Finley up against the lockers, his hand going straight between her legs and stroking her through her shorts. Finley gasped as his lips found hers, desperate and forceful, searching for more. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned into his mouth, tilting her head back as he moved his mouth down her neck, biting and sucking gently at the fair skin. Finley groaned and pushed him off her, starting to limp down the corridor. Luke followed her, wrapping a hand around her throat from behind, and slamming her up against the lockers. 

“Don’t fucking move. I’m not done.” 

His hand returned to her core, the gentle movements of his fingers torturous, even through the material of her shorts. He chuckled when she moaned, and held her throat tighter, watching the skin around his rings turn white as the cool metal bit into her skin. 

“This is fun.” 

His voice was low and husky in her ear, the sensation of his breath on her skin causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand up, and sending a shiver down her spine. 

“Car. Now. Please.” 

Luke smirked and let her go, resting one hand on her waist as they walked along the corridor, their pace quick and determined. When they reached the battered red truck, Luke unlocked it and pulled the seat forward, helping Finley climb in, and clambering in after her. Her hands were on him as soon as he sat down, straddling his lap and pushing his jacket off his shoulders as she connected their lips again. Luke smirked into the kiss, sliding his tongue along her lower lip, and deepening the kiss when she moaned. 

“You’re so needy. I love it.” 

Finley rolled her eyes, and sat up. 

“Stop talking. Seriously. It makes you like, way less attractive.” 

Luke rubbed his hands up and down her sides, his eyes growing dark as he admired her. 

“So you think I’m attractive? Good to know.” 

Finley groaned and rolled her hips into his, desperate for some kind of relief, but also wanting to distract him. 

“We’ve been doing this too long for your dumb jokes, Lucas. Hurry up.” 

Luke snickered and put his hand on the back of her neck, dragging her down to his lips again. 

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” 

They continued making out in the back of Luke’s truck, only breaking apart for Luke to pull his shirt off, before starting again, the heat of the kiss gradually increasing. Their teeth were clashing, tongues sliding against one another, nipping at each others lips. It was impossible to tell where Luke ended and Finley begun. Luke’s hands moved to the hem of Finley’s cheer top, sliding it up and over her head, releasing her ponytail at the same time. 

“That bow’s so fucking stupid.” 

Finley rolled her eyes and pressed their bare chests together, moaning at the warm contact. Luke’s hands moved to her hips, throwing his head back against the seats as she ground down on him. 

“Fuck, Fin. Get that off.” 

He tugged on the waistband of her skirt, and she smirked, moving off him to slip it down her legs, leaving her in just her underwear. She straddled him once more and moved her hands to his belt, while he kissed her chest, leaving marks along her collarbones, making sure they’d be concealed by her clothes. Finley was struggling with his fly, when she tilted her head back, distracted by the feeling of Luke’s mouth on her nipple, his tongue flicking over it while his other hand kneaded her breast. He looked up and met her eyes, his pupils dilated and eyes hungry. The smirk that he adorned when he noticed how turned on she was made everything worse, and Finley returned her attention to his fly, pulling it down and groaning with relief. 

“God, I hate jeans.” 

Luke grinned and shuffled down, letting his jeans rest around his ankles before pulling her into his chest, slipping his hand between her legs as he kissed her. 

“Shit you’re wet.” 

He moved his hand from her, and stroked himself, pulling her towards him. Finley hesitated, rubbing his bottom lip with her thumb. 

“Do you have-” 

Luke groaned impatiently and reached for his jacket, sitting on the seat beside him. Finley snatched the wrapper from him, tearing it with her teeth, and rolling her eyes at the look on his face. One of his hands was trailing up and down her bare spine, the other gripping her hip so tightly she was sure it would bruise. It would, she knew that. He was bad for leaving bruises on her- but she loved it. 

He jumped as she wrapped a hand around his cock, sliding the condom over it, before returning her hands to his hair, pulling their lips back together. Luke lifted her up slightly, groaning as she sunk down onto him slowly, letting out her own delicious moans at the feeling of him inside her. She rested her head on his shoulder for a moment, before rolling her hips into him, and letting out a high pitched gasp. Luke’s own groan was desperate, and he silently pleaded with her, his hands gripping at her ass. She gave a slight nod, and he moaned with relief, bucking his hips into her once, and grinning as she threw her head back with the pleasure, her mouth open and hair framing her face. 

She was breathtaking, and Luke brought his lips to her neck, biting at the spots he knew would drive her crazy, while he picked up a steady pace, pushing her ass down onto him as she rocked her hips in time with his thrusts. Finley pulled at his hair, her eyes closed in bliss, cheeks pink and lips red, bruised from his constant attacks on them. Luke’s thrusts were getting faster, and less careful, and Finley could already feel the familiar knot in her stomach forming, heat pooling in her lower abdomen. 

“Fin-” 

Finley leaned forward, resting their foreheads together. 

“Yeah, I’m with you.” 

One of Luke’s hands made it’s way up to her hair, yanking her head back as he sucked on the sensitive skin below her collarbone. He let her go, grinning at the weak look she gave him. In that moment, he knew she’d do anything for him. But he was getting dangerously close to the edge, and Luke wasn’t one to leave a lady hanging, so he brought his hand down in between them, his thumb circling her clit gently. She moaned desperately and fell forward, her breathy moans echoing through Luke’s head as she sucked on his earlobe. 

“Fuck-” 

Luke groaned and bit down on her shoulder as he came, feeling Finley’s walls clench around him as she followed right after him. Chests heaving and skin flushed, they stayed like that for a few minutes, Luke’s hand drawing circles on Finley’s bare skin. She closed her eyes, basking in the afterglow of their quickie, breathing in Luke’s distinctive scent. Her mind drifted to all of the Sunday afternoons she’d spent wrapped in his strong arms, and she heard a question nagging in the back of her mind. Why did she always feel so safe with him?

“We should probably get back.” 

He nodded at her soft voice in his ear, and groaned quietly as she lifted herself off of his lap, watching as she collapsed onto the seat beside him and reached for her clothes. Luke pulled off the condom and dropped it into a bag of trash, before dragging his jeans back up his legs, and fastening his belt. They were good at dressing themselves quickly- They’d started sneaking around when they were 16, and now nearly 2 years and lots of quickies later- it was like second nature to them both. However, Luke thought to himself, it had been a while since Finley had dragged him away from a public setting like that. In fact, it had been a while since they’d met up anywhere other than his house on Sundays. 

They’d stuck to a very strict schedule throughout their senior year, with Finley being terrified of getting caught and only wanting to see him at weekends. He couldn’t help but wonder why she’d dragged him off. It wasn’t like her at all- she hadn’t done it since summer after junior year, when they’d spent the majority of afternoons either in his truck, or in the back of empty movie theaters. She couldn’t get enough of him that summer. But then when they’d gone back to school, it had been back to once a week, no eye contact in the corridors, treating him like he was scum. 

Luke pulled his shirt over his head and watched as she climbed over him, jumping out of the truck, and checking her ponytail one last time in the wing mirror before running across the car park. She stopped a few meters later, and turned back, waving awkwardly. Luke rolled his eyes and waved back, before switching to the front seat. Looked like her ankle was just fine now. 

Finley went for milkshakes with Scott after the game, some of her cheer friends and his lacrosse buddies tagging along for the ride. She’d gone to the bathroom before going back to the field, doing a quick once over herself to check there were no visible reminders of her encounter with Luke. On Sundays he tended to be a bit more careful, making sure only to mark her in places that her uniform would cover, but clearly the backseat of his truck, in the dark, meant the same rules did not apply. Just above the collar of her cheer top, a trail of deep purple marks were clearly scattered across her collarbones, and so she had to run to her locker and pull on one of Scott’s hoodies, before legging it out onto the field for the final 5 minutes. 

Scott scored three goals in the time she watched for, and when he came running up to her afterwards, he’d scooped her up and spun her round, kissing her for the entire field to watch. Finley had been semi-grateful for that. While it made her stomach churn and her mind race with guilty thoughts, it also explained her flushed appearance and slightly messed up hair. But as they were getting milkshakes, Finley found her mind drifting further and further away from the homecoming dress choices that her friends were discussing, and not even Scott’s hand on her hip could keep her focused on what she needed to be thinking about. Which was definitely not the dark-haired guitarist who constantly reminded her she’d never get enough of him.

In fact, said guitarist was sitting in his studio with his bandmates, poring over a chord progression he’d had written for weeks. 

“I just can’t work out what lyrics will go, you know? I don’t have anywhere to pull them from right now.” 

Luke shrugged at his bandmates, who sighed hopelessly. They’d all hoped to have something new for the dance, something that would show the senior class of ‘95 that Sunset Curve were the band to watch. But Luke had nothing. He was content. He had great friends, the band was doing well, and besides the occasional fall out with his parents, nothing was too difficult at home either. Not to mention he was regularly fucking the hottest girl at school. 

“Dude, you need to work out something. Otherwise we’re gonna have to turn to Reggie. And we really can’t do that.” 

Luke groaned and threw his pencil across the room. He never thought he’d be asking for something to go wrong in his life. 

“I’ll have it by Friday, don’t worry. I’ll work something out.” 

Alex sighed with relief and clapped him on the shoulder, before heading over to his drums and taking his seat, flipping his hair off his face. 

“Until then, let’s practice what we do got. Ready?” 

Luke nodded and grabbed his guitar, pushing all thoughts of new songs to the back of his mind. He’d find inspiration at some point, he was sure. 

*

After yet another long winded argument with her parents about college, Finley climbed behind the wheel of her car and groaned. They were adamant she’d be going to Stanford or USC- and while she had the grades, that’s not where Finley wanted to be. She loved LA, and she loved California, there was no doubt about it. Waking up to the sun every morning, and always being within driving distance of the beach was a definite plus- but her heart was set on Boston. 

They’d visited the city last summer, to spend time with family, and Finley had fallen in love. She adored everything about it. It was busy and beautiful, the buildings historic, the people friendly. Not to mention it’s top rated universities. You’d think that having two parents with PHDs would mean being pushed towards Harvard- but not in her case. They were adamant she was to stay on the west coast, within a couple hours drive of them. They were unmoving on the topic, unwilling to listen to Finley’s reasoning, or even her aunts’ arguments, who had both phoned and fought her corner over the past few weeks. 

She pulled up on Luke’s street, parking a few houses down just in case someone they knew should walk past and recognise her car, before walking up to the bungalow, taking a moment to check Mitch’s car was gone. Satisfied, she unlocked the back gate and made her way round to the garden, where unsurprisingly, Luke was sitting, strumming away on his guitar with a worried expression. 

“Hey Patterson. What you up to?” 

Luke looked up at her voice, and the worried expression fell away as he set down his guitar. 

“Nothing much. Trying to work out some new stuff for the dance. How you doing?” 

Finley shrugged, dropping into the seat next to him and chucking her keys on the table in between them. 

“As good as I can be.” 

Luke frowned and examined her face. There were tired circles under her eyes, and she looked drained. 

“Fin, you good?” 

She glanced up at him and noticed his eyes trained on her. 

“Yeah, of course. Just the parents being dicks as always.” 

He leant forward in his chair and rested his elbows on his knees. 

“Want to talk about it?” 

She shrugged again, frowning and fiddling with the fraying hems of her shorts. Luke would understand, she told herself. Emily and Mitch have been discouraging him from the band from day one, he knows how it felt to have your dreams sat on by your parents. The thoughts in her head encouraged her to open up, and try as she might, she couldn’t disagree with them. 

“College stuff. I want to go to Boston, they want me to stay in Cali. It’s just... I dunno. They don’t get it.” 

Luke nodded and leaned back, looking into the leaves of the large oak tree that sat in his back garden, casting shade over most of the little house. Finley felt herself relax, and started to spill her guts, sick of being alone with her thinking. 

“I love Boston. I love the city, the people, the schools. It’s Harvard, god dammit, how can I turn that down? And my little cousins, I never get to see them, but I want to watch them grow up so badly. It’s just all so unfair. They want me to do what they want me to do, not what I want me to do.” 

She groaned in frustration and let her hair out of its ponytail, toying with the scrunchie in her hands. 

“Parents are like that. I think a lot of the time they try and live vicariously through their kids, you know?” Finley raised her eyebrows at Luke, a light smirk appearing. 

“Woah, that’s a big word Patterson. Careful, people might think you’re smart.” 

He rolled his eyes at her, and chuckled slightly, running a hand through his hair. Finley noticed the way the muscles in his arms moved when he did so, and bit her lip slightly. 

“You know what I mean. Your parents always regretted leaving the move to LA so late. They wanted to grow up here and go to school here, but they didn’t get the chance to, so they’re trying to get you to do it. It makes sense. It sucks, but it makes sense.” 

Finley nodded slightly, continuing to pick at her shorts. She sometimes forgot that Luke had been her best friend before all this. They’d become best friends when she moved to Los Angeles, on her first day at Los Feliz middle school. Both of them had been put into the performing arts programme immediately, her for dancing, and him for singing. He’d picked up a guitar on their first day, and had fallen in love with it instantly. She still remembered the look of awe on his face as he strummed the strings awkwardly. Finley smiled at the memory and stretched her arms above her head, shaking all negative thoughts from her mind. 

“So, what’s worst with you then?” Luke groaned and glared at his guitar. 

“The boys want a new song for Friday. Something that really makes Sunset Curve stick in everyone’s minds. But I got nothing to write about. No inspiration. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.” 

He flopped against the back of his seat as he finished speaking, holding a hand over his eyes dramatically. Finley smirked and stood up, beginning to stroll towards the house, slipping her shoes off as she reached the back door. Luke watched her go through his fingers, raising his eyebrows at her as she stopped and looked back at him. 

“Well do you want me to give you something to write about or not? Get over here.”

Luke grinned and jumped up, chasing after her as she ran into the corridor and up the stairs, only making it to the landing before he caught her round the waist and she started shrieking. He picked her up and spun her round, pushing her up against the wall gently. Both were panting through their smiles, a pretty blush dusted over Finley’s cheeks. She grinned down at Luke, reaching a hand up to run it through his hair, and cupping his cheek gently. He leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt his heart rate slow slightly. They lived for their Sundays together, when they could forget about everything and everyone, and just be exactly who they wanted to be. It was going to be weird when she left for college, he thought.

I’m going to lose him forever, she remembered. 

Her thumb stilled against his cheek, and Luke opened his eyes, finding her bright blue irises darkened with lust, and heavy with want. He didn’t get a chance to notice the traces of fear in them before she crashed their lips together. Her hands slipped around his neck to pull at his hair, and he let his hands wander underneath her, pulling her off the wall and stumbling towards his bedroom. He kicked the door open, pulling away from her for a moment as he avoided his dresser, dropping her on the bed. 

“Get your clothes off. Now.” 

Finley grinned and obliged, tossing her shorts and t-shirt in a heap next to his bed. Luke unbuckled his belt, and pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it on top of her clothes, before climbing over the top of her, and rejoining their lips. Hands automatically moving to his hair, Finley tugged softly as she parted her lips and let him explore her mouth with his tongue. He rolled his hips into her gently, smirking against her mouth as she whined and bucked towards him, desperate for more contact. 

“Easy tiger, we’ve got all day, remember?” 

Finley bit his bottom lip in response, dragging him back down to her and hooking her legs around his waist, pushing his jeans down with her feet. She raked her nails along his back, feeling a shiver run down her spine as he groaned in her ear, and gasped when he pressed his hips into her, feeling his cock pressed against her stomach through his boxers. 

“Stop teasing.” 

He snorted and rocked his hips into her again, watching her face carefully as her eyes rolled back in her head. 

“But it’s so fun.” 

His voice came out as a whisper, laced with teasing and a hint of feigned innocence. Finley let out an exasperated sigh, and lifted her head to meet his lips, kissing him with a new fire. Luke gave in, and drifted a hand down in between them, stroking her through the material of her underwear. He circled her clit through the soft cotton with his thumb, smirking at the pained gasp she let out at the sudden contact. 

“Luke.” 

He rolled his eyes, but decided to be nice, pushing the material to one side and slipping a finger inside, shortly joined by a second one. The moans that tumbled from her lips as he moved his fingers inside her were delicious, and went straight to his cock. He curled them against her expertly, drawing out desperate sighs and moans as he hit all of the spots he’d memorised so long ago. 

Finley writhed on the bed beneath him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Luke breathed heavily through his nose, searching desperately for some restraint as he watched her arch into him continuously, the most incredible noises leaving her lips. 

“Luke, I need you. Please.” He groaned loudly and nodded, gripping her hip with strong fingers. He smirked at the deep red marks left behind, knowing it would take a few days for the evidence of him to leave her body. 

Luke smacked her thigh gently, pulling his boxers down his thighs. She looked up at him expectantly, desperation radiating off her face. 

“Turn round.” Finley’s eyes lit up as she realised what he meant, and she shuffled around on his bed until she was on her knees, the warmth of his skin heating the back of her thighs. It disappeared for a moment, and she frowned, but was soon panting ecstatically as his tongue drew pictures over her slit. She felt his thumb rubbing at her clit and moaned, burying her face in his pillows. Almost as soon as her skin hit the soft cotton, her head was yanked up by her hair, sparks flying down her spine and straight to her clit.

“Uh uh. Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel.” Finley whimpered and arched her back as far as she could- which being a dancer, was fairly impressive. Luke watched with appreciative eyes, his hands massaging her ass. He smacked it gently, smirking at the moan she let out as their skin connected. 

“You ready?” Finley groaned and shook her hips slightly, Luke chuckling as her ass jiggled impatiently. 

“Take that as a yes.” Luke put a hand on his cock, stroking it a few times as he stared at Finley spread out in front of him. He knew he was the only one to have seen her like this; panting and moaning for him desperately, her pussy dripping with excitement. Her usually perfect blonde hair was splayed across his bed, messy and tousled from his relentless grabbing. He guided the head of his cock to her entrance, grimacing as she let out a high-pitched moan at the feeling of him entering her. She couldn’t sing, he knew that- but by god, the noises that came out of her were beautiful. 

Bottoming out, Luke took a deep breath as he focused on Finley’s back. Toned and perfect, he couldn’t help but run a hand down her spine lightly, smiling at her appreciative moan. It took only a moment before she was pushing back against him, begging him to move. He obliged, slamming into her harshly as their moans filled the room around them. 

“Fuck baby. You feel good today.” Finley moaned in response, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her arms were stretched out in front of her, gripping his bedsheets tightly. She looked completely wanton, her mouth open and gasping, fists clenching at the sheets with every move Luke made. 

“Harder, Luke, please.” Luke grinned and put both of his hands on her hips, steadying her as he thrust into her at a bruising pace, his own chest tightening as he watched his cock disappear inside her over and over again.

“Shit Luke, just like that. Fucking hell, I’m so close. Shit, shit, shit.” “Who knew you had such a dirty mouth on you?” Finley looked back at him with dangerous eyes, trying hard to keep her cool as Luke continued his pace. 

“You have no idea how dirty my mouth is.” He smirked and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking it harshly. She whimpered, but the way her mouth fell open told her he loved it.

“I do. But why don’t you give me a reminder?” Luke let go of her hair and let her fall back into the pillows, slamming into her a few more times before pulling out and flipping her over. She crawled up the bed as quickly as she could, lying on her front and taking Luke’s cock in her mouth. Her tongue circled his tip expertly and he grabbed her hair, pushing her head as much as he dared. She took it like a champ, deep throating him through moans as her hips ground against the bed. Luke started panting himself, feeling his balls tighten as the ridiculously sexy girl continued to suck him off, her moans getting more intense as he got closer to coming. 

“Just like that Fin. God you’re so good. Keep going. Love that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Finley moaned around his cock, and Luke groaned, resisting the urge to ram his cock right down her throat and come right there and then. Alas, his efforts were useless, and he fisted her hair desperately as he felt himself explode.

“I’m cumming. Jesus fuck, Fin. Don’t stop.”

He groaned loudly as his load flooded her mouth, her instant swallowing not going amiss. She continued to suck him gently for a few moments, before letting him slip out of her mouth, grinning up at him. He panted and dropped onto his heels, staring at her in wonder. 

“Okay, yeah, reminder needed.” Finley tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, smiling shyly as she looked up at him. Luke’s hand cupped her face, his thumb swiping over her lips gently. His eyes were dark and wild, cheeks a shade of red that only Finley could cause. 

With only a few hours until Luke’s parents would be home, Finley shuffled back up the bed, spreading her legs with a devilish smile. Her hands dipped in between them, soft moans leaving her lips as she played with herself, on full display for Luke’s eyes. He groaned and fell on top of her, connecting their lips in a hurried kiss, his hands wandering over every inch of skin he could reach. 

He wasn’t about to let their Sunday go to waste.

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“Have you picked it up from the tailors yet?”

Finley nodded at Sasha, grinning like an idiot. They’d been discussing the upcoming homecoming dance for the past 3 periods, ignoring everything that their teachers said. It was expected, the heads of the dance committee weren’t exactly going to be focused on school the week of their prized project.

“Have you tried it on?” Finley nodded again, pulling her phone out of her pocket and showing Sasha a photo. Sasha clapped her hands over her mouth and squealed, grimacing an apologetic smile at their teacher when he glared at her. “Scott is going to die. I just know it. That’ll be the dress, he’s going to cave. 100%.”

Finley smiled and shrugged, her eyes flicking over to where Luke was sat in the corner. As always, his eyes were trained on whatever was going on outside, his pen drumming absentmindedly on his desk. Finley wondered for the hundredth time that day whether or not he would mind her ending their Sunday arrangements. The purity ring on her ring finger had been Scott’s latest attempt at taming her, and it had been the first one that had sunk in. Scott really did love her, and saw a future with her. Despite his insistence that they couldn’t have sex until they were married, he’d given her this whole speech about commitment, and how he wanted them to be committed to each other emotionally before they were physical. In all honesty, Finley had been cringing internally the entire time, but the hopeful look on his face had been enough for her to fake this huge adorable reaction, almost crying as he slipped the ring on her finger.

The crying hadn’t been hard- she’d realised in the same moment that she really needed to grow up- which entailed not sleeping with her childhood best friend every chance she got. Scott was worth the wait, she was sure. 

She waved goodbye to Sasha as they parted to go to their next classes, squealing quietly when Luke appeared against her locker, signature cocky smirk in place. She scowled at him and shooed him over slightly, swapping her books out for whatever was at the front. He watched with an amused expression, noting the multiple subjects that she definitely didn’t have that day going into her backpack. 

“Something up princess?” She scowled even harder, slamming her locker shut and stalking away from him. He fell into step with her though, whistling through his teeth in the most aggravating manner. 

“New addition?” Finley stopped in her tracks as she registered what Luke was talking about. The ring on her finger glinted against the lights, the fair sized diamond being hard to miss. She sniffed and nodded nonchalantly, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder.

“My boyfriend likes to spoil me.” Luke sighed and squeezed Finley’s arm, letting his finger trail down the bare skin of her bicep for a brief moment. The shiver that ran through her hadn’t gone amiss, and he smirked, taking her hand in his to examine the new jewellery.

“You engaged now? Going to be Mrs Lacrosse buff?” Finley rolled her eyes at him and snatched her hand away, ignoring the cold tone in his voice.

“It’s a purity ring.” Luke coughed loudly, spluttering as he tried to control his laughter. Doubled over in the hallway, Finley looked around desperately, horrified by the few people in the corridor who might overhear their conversation. She shoved him harshly into an empty classroom, slamming the door shut behind them.

Luke continued to laugh, running a hand through his hair as his eyes sparked dangerously. 

“So what, he really believes his princess is all his?” Finley shrugged, dropping her hand to her side, out of sight. Luke stepped closer, taking in a deep breath of her perfume and groaning lightly.

“He really doesn’t know anything about you.” Finley frowned and stood up taller, trying to appear confident.

“He knows me better than anyone. He knows everything about me.” Luke nodded, eyes wide in mock sincerity.

“So he knows exactly what to do to you? Knows how to get under your skin?” He stepped closer, forcing her to take a few steps backwards until her back connected with the wall.

“He knows that if I kiss you here-” He let his lips brush over her neck, grinning as she whimpered. “That your knees will start to give?”

Finley locked her knees and did her best to hold her face in place. Luke put an arm against the wall, looking down at her with eyes she’d learned to fear. His torture eyes. Eyes that she’d seen looking up at her from between her legs as he’d forced her to the edge, over and over again, until she was begging for him to touch her, anywhere, everywhere. “He knows that if I touch you here-” His hand slipped behind her, squeezing a good handful of her ass in her shorts, a quiet moan betraying her. “That you’ll instantly look for something else?” He looked down pointedly, smirking at her hips, which had automatically moved forward, searching for him.  “He knows what I do to his perfect little princess, his girl, pure and sweet, every single weekend? He knows how you beg to ride me, how you scream for my cock, how you’re ruined for anyone else?” Finley was practically drooling now, looking up at him with desperate eyes. His words were going straight to her core, a painful heat spreading throughout her abdomen.

“He knows how you look on your knees, mouth open, tongue out, begging for everything I’ve got like the beautiful little whore you are?”

His voice was menacing, quiet. Mean. Finley groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her for a furious kiss. His arms stayed in place, one against the wall above her head, and the other using her ass to pull her closer, grinding their hips together. His tongue slipped into her mouth, rough and fast and furious, his kiss practically searing her skin. He broke away all of a sudden, looking at her with significantly kinder eyes.

“He has no idea, that when you walk into that gym on Friday night, it’ll be me you want on your arm. That it’ll be me taking off your dress after the dance, and it’ll be me worshipping your body for hours after he’s safely in bed asleep. He hasn’t got a clue.”

Finley looked up at him silently, thoughts swirling. 

“Luke.” He smirked, eyes trailing over her body. She lifted his chin so that his eyes were on her again, but held him still as he leaned in to kiss her again.

“Luke, no. I can’t. Not anymore.” His face contorted, confusion running rife through his eyes for barely a moment. He knew this would happen eventually- but he thought it would be mid-sex, a goodbye they could finish properly.

“What?” She sighed and stepped out of his hold, wrapping her arms around herself like a safety blanket. 

“We can’t do this anymore. It’s not fair on Scotty.” He scoffed and stood up straight, adjusting his jeans slightly. 

“Sure. Whatever. Have a good night with Scotty. Maybe if your lucky, he’ll graze your ass by accident.” He pulled a face as he strolled out of the door, leaving Finley to watch him with a sad face, her bottom lip falling prey to her teeth. It hadn’t gone better than expected- but it also hadn’t gone worse? It was just weird. But weird was okay. They were in entirely different social circles. No-one would ever notice weirdness between them. 

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“Are you sure about this?” Alex’s eyes scoured over the lyrics one more time, shooting Luke a concerned look.

Luke nodded, ruffling his hair one more time in the mirror. 

They were in the bathroom by the gym, waiting for more people to arrive before they went on. Luke had been up all night, scribbling furiously in his songbook. Sleep evaded him, memories of Finley fluttering through his mind. Her laugh, the way she pulled his hair when he had his tongue in just the right place, the smell of her perfume, the way her eyes looked when she had his cock halfway down her throat. Her smile, the way her hair felt between his fingers, the rage that simmered in his chest when he saw her simpering at the dumb brute she called a boyfriend. 

Reggie frowned as he read over the lyrics one more time. 

“Who’s Fiona?” Luke shrugged and pushed off the sink, turning away from the mirror.

“Dunno.”

Alex rolled his eyes and nodded, tucking the paper in his back pocket. Bobby was chuckling away to himself in the corner, more excited to pick up one of the heartbroken lonely girls after the dance than for the actual performance. 

“We should go set up. We’re on in less than an hour.”

Luke nodded, thrusting his hands deep in his pockets as they left the bathroom.  The hallways were littered with brightly coloured balloons, blue and silver streamers hanging from the ceiling tiles.

The boys shared a look as they pushed on the double doors to the gym, Luke’s chest clenching as he took in the scenery. Finley had outdone herself this time, he realised. Fairy lights were strung from wall to wall, giving the room a homey glow that he was sure looked romantic to some people. There were tea lights in jars scattered around the edge of the room and on the various tall tables, occupied by countless girls in brightly coloured dresses and their dates. 

Luke’s eyes scanned the crowd without his permission, looking for the flash of red he knew held the body he couldn’t stop thinking about. He scoffed as he realised she wasn’t here yet. Typically, she wanted to make an entrance. 

“Good, boys you’re here! If you guys are ready to set up that would be great, we want to get going as soon as possible.” Sasha smiled at them brightly, eyes sliding to Bobby as she simpered. Luke nodded curtly and headed for the stage, rolling his eyes as he heard Alex complimenting her dress. Personally, he found it heinous. Pale pink and puffy, she looked like something you’d find in a grandmother’s house. 

Enthralled in making the stage look perfect for their set, Luke paid no attention to the clamours and cheering that suddenly broke out in the gym, only turning when Alex kicked his shin. The drummer nodded towards the doors of the gym, and Luke felt his stomach cave in as red filled his mind. 

Literally.

His mind flooded with images of that dress lying on his bedroom floor, or even better, bunched around her hips as he thrust into her. Finley stood in the doorway blushing, her arms wrapped around Scott’s big one. Luke stared and stared and stared, his eyes trailing over the red satin, appreciating every inch of her from afar. Her skin was glowing, hair falling in soft curls around her face, eyes dark with makeup. She looked like something straight out of the dreams he’d been ignoring since he was 15. 

Their eyes met across the dance floor, Finley flashing him a small smile and breaking free from Scott to wave. He rolled his eyes and waved back, though he couldn’t help the slow up and down he gave her. He knew she’d see it, and he wanted her thinking of him the whole night. 

He stood watching as she twirled in Scott’s arms, strumming his guitar a little too harshly as he imagined how her dress would feel under his calloused fingertips, how the heat of her skin would feel against his as they danced, how her perfume would get him drunk on her. He couldn’t deny the jealousy that flooded him as she kissed Scott softly during a slow song, turning his back to jam with Alex for a few bars. 

Alex eyed his best friend carefully, sensing that something wasn’t right. He’d called Luke out on a crush he was harbouring before, but he’d never thought it was this intense. The entire dance, Luke had a face like thunder, and he played like he was never going to play again. It didn’t escape any of the boys how their frontman was constantly drawn to the same side of the stage, his eyes only leaving his guitar for moments at a time. 

“Alright folks, we thought we’d take this opportunity so graciously given to us by your homecoming queen-” The room broke out in cheers and applause as Finley flushed pink and dipped her head, suddenly the picture of innocence and modesty. Luke felt his words like venom, and grimaced as he gripped the mic harder than necessary.

“-To show you some new stuff we’ve been working on.”

More cheers broke out, but Luke relaxed knowing they were for the band, rather than Finley, who was frowning slightly at the front of the crowd. Luke chuckled to himself, knowing she was in for a shock. 

“You alright babe?” Finley looked up at Scott with sweet eyes, squeezing his arm gently. She’d been staring at Luke all night, catching herself admiring his arms a few too many times. He was always beautiful when he played, sweat soaking his curls and running down his forehead, fingers moving so expertly on the strings. She spent an entire song biting her lip at the sound of his hoarse voice, clamping her thighs together at her body’s automatic response to his growly singing. 

As soon as Luke had announced a new song, she’d tensed considerably. He’d complained about having nothing to write about, and she could only think of one thing since then that he would write about. 

The opening chords started, and Finley smiled at the rocky feel. At least it wasn’t some slow ballad. 

Luke smirked down at his guitar as he played, meeting Alex’s eyes with a knowing look. Alex’s jaw went slack for a moment as he realised who was standing right in front of Luke, groaning internally as he thought about the trouble his best friend was about to get himself into.

Scotty doesn't know that Fiona and me Do it in my van every Sunday, She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know

Finley’s mouth dropped open as she stared up at the stage, equally infuriated and turned on at Luke’s blatant admittance. He was prancing around the stage, looking somewhat cheerful for the first time that night. 

He knelt at the edge of the stage as he started the chorus, grinning at the girls reaching up and screaming at him. 

Scott watched in blind ignorance, tapping his foot along with the drums. 

“It’s pretty good babe, don’t you think?” Finley forced a smile, wiping her clammy hands on her dress. 

“Yeah, bit rocky for my taste but it’s so good!”

Scott wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her in to his side, kissing her hair. 

I can't believe he's so trusting While I'm right behind you thrusting Fiona's got him on the phone And she's trying not to moan It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothing

Finley clapped a hand over her mouth and tried not to let her nervous laugh escape, eyes never leaving Luke as he danced around the stage, bouncing around with the exhausting amount of energy he always seemed to have.

Luke caught Finley’s eye for the chorus once again, smirking at her expression. He could tell by the glint in her eye that she was pissed, but the knowledge he was getting to her went straight to his cock, and he nodded at her, before turning away and playing to Alex for a bit. He turned back to the crowd for the bridge, meeting Finley’s eyes as he sang. 

The parkin' lot, why not? It's so cool when you're on top His front lawn in the snow Life is so hard 'cause Scotty doesn't know                                               Scotty doesn't know

His eyes left hers momentarily as he smirked, turning to Scott instead. It was painfully obvious, and he winked at the lacrosse player before heading back to the mic, letting his eyes move between the two of them with an evil smile. 

I did her on his birthday

Scott went still beside Finley, his hold on her waist loosening as he took a step sideways, face crumpled into a combination of confusion and laughter. 

Finley looked up at him with a slightly fearful expression, but played it off, stroking his arm gently. 

“I’m going to the ladies room, babe. I’ll be back.”

Scott nodded slowly, eyes trailing back to Luke’s as Finley disappeared from his side.

Luke watched Finley leave, letting the final chords of the song ring out for a few moments as the school went nuts. He met Alex’s eyes, which were filled with judgement, but also a hint of amusement. 

“We’re gonna take a quick break folks! Enjoy the dance!”

Luke slung his guitar off of one shoulder, barely checking it was stable before running off stage and out the back door. He raced to the girls bathroom, rolling his eyes at the screams of indignation that ensued as he strolled in. 

“You coming out to scream at me or what?”

Finley stormed out of a stall, eyes like thunder, and stopped right in front of him. He smirked, but quickly wished he hadn’t as her hand connected with his cheek, the slight sting spreading across his face. 

“How dare you.”

Luke shrugged, eyes dropping to Finley’s lips as she trembled with rage. 

“Let’s not act like I’m the one in the wrong here. I warned you you’d be coming home with me tonight.” Luke’s voice held a dangerous tone that Finley knew all too well, and she had to stop herself from clamping her thighs together, not in any hurry to give him any more reason to rile her up. 

“I ended us. I told you I’m with Scotty.” Luke chuckled and took a step forward, smirking as Finley took a step back. He stalked her slowly, smile widening as her back hit the wall. 

“Tell me honestly, that you’re not turned on right now.” Finley scoffed and looked away, her hands splayed against the cool tile of the wall. She couldn’t begin to think about how she was feeling. 

Luke reached a hand up and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to turn back to him. His eyes were dark and round, and she felt herself thawing under his gaze. His tongue darted out and wet his lips, smirking as he caught her eyes following his movements. 

“Answer me, sweetheart.”

Finley scowled and rolled her eyes, her breath catching as Luke’s eyes hardened. 

“Attitude.” His voice was low and sharp, a commanding tone that almost had a whimper escaping Finley’s mouth. She bit the inside of her lip, eyes darting to the door. If she made a run for it, she might be able to convince Scotty she was just chatting to her friends.

“Luke, I’m with Scotty.”

Her voice was shaky, and held no conviction whatsoever. Luke smirked and trailed a hand down her side, squeezing her hip tightly as she whined quietly. 

“Of course. So if I reach under your dress right now, you’re telling me I won’t find you soaked for me?”

Finley shuddered, nodding. 

Luke nodded back, his hand slipping further down her body until it reached the slit in her dress, exposing her thigh. He trailed his fingertips along the smooth skin, chuckling when she flinched at his touch. 

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

His voice was kinder, but it held weakness. He didn’t want to stop. He didn’t want her to stop him. 

His hand trailed up her thigh, chest heaving as he listened to her breathing quicken. Her arm snapped up, grabbing his wrist, just as he reached the apex of her thighs. Luke sighed in defeat, ready to pull away, but groaned in surprise as she dragged his hand to her slit, letting out a moan as his fingers found her, drenched and ready for him. 

“No underwear? Planning on giving Scotty a show tonight were we?”

Luke’s voice was hoarse as he thrust two fingers into her, knees buckling as she clenched around him. Finley’s arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to her and kissing him feverishly. 

“No. Only you. Always only you.”

Luke sighed into her mouth, letting one hand snake behind her and pull her close while the other tortured her clit. 

“Always so ready for me.”

She whimpered into his mouth as he sped up his fingers, thrusting into her while his thumb pressed harshly on her clit, drawing out pornographic moans from her as her hips bucked against him, searching for more. 

“Tell me what you want.”

Finley whined in his arms as he pulled away, his fingers dripping with her slick. He raised them to his mouth, eyes never leaving hers as he sucked them clean. She groaned as he brought his hand to her mouth, dragging down her bottom lip, swollen from her biting. 

“Tell me what you want from me, pretty girl.” His eyes searched hers desperately, pleading with her desperately to give him the answer he wanted. 

“Ruin me.”

Luke groaned and dropped his hands to her waist, dragging her against him and claiming her lips. He kissed her with everything he had, his tongue forcing its way inside her mouth as he backed her against the sinks, hand dropping to his belt as her hips hit the porcelain. She moved to turn around, but he grabbed her wrist, shaking his head at her. 

“Nuh uh. Want to see your face when you cum on my cock.” Finley’s knees buckled, letting him kiss her again as he freed his cock, lifting her with one arm so that she was sat on the sink. He stroked himself a few times, leaning his forehead against hers as he pushed into her. His head fell onto her shoulder as he bottomed out, a low groan vibrating across her skin. Finley whimpered and bucked her hips, begging him to move. Luke stayed still, drunk on the smell of her perfume and the feeling of her skin on his. 

“You going to fuck me? Or am I sitting here for nothing?” Luke’s head snapped up, grinning at her breathless tone and flushed face. He grabbed her hips, pulling her to the edge and thrusting deeper inside her.

“Sorry princess, didn’t mean to leave you hanging.”

He grabbed her jaw with one hand, keeping her steady with the other, and started fucking into her at a furious pace, their kiss a mess of teeth and lips and tongue, each of their moans indistinguishable from the other’s. Finley’s hands found their way under his t-shirt, clawing at his back desperately as he hit every spot she needed. He broke their kiss, lips falling to her chest and freeing her tits. His tongue circled her nipple, biting down softly and groaning at the high-pitched moan that echoed around him in response. The lewd sounds of her dripping cunt taking him over and over again filled the bathroom, and he dropped his hand to her clit as he felt himself hurtling towards his finish. 

“You ready sweetheart?” Finley moaned in response, tugging on his hair and trying to get impossibly closer. Luke pressed down hard on her clit, kissing her again as he felt her clench around him, her orgasm rushing through her body like lightning. She whimpered as he kept thrusting, hands clawing at his neck. Luke groaned into her mouth, biting down on her lip as he felt himself spill inside her. 

They stayed there for a few moments, Luke shuddering against her as she panted desperately. 

“Sh, sh, I got you. Right here baby. Always so good for me.”

Luke’s lips found her temple, pressing a kiss into her skin as she trembled in his arms. 

Finley’s arms tightened around his neck as he pulled out, and he didn’t let her hold break as he did up his belt, arms coming back to hold her as soon as he was done. She was still shaking, and he could feel her heartbeat through their clothes. 

“I got you. You’re fine baby. That’s my girl.”

Finley dropped her head against his chest, fighting to control her breathing. She was panicking, but Scott hadn’t even crossed her mind. The sweet words leaving his mouth, the reassurance; they confirmed what she was already terrified of.

“Your girl.”

Luke nodded against her, his head resting on her shoulder.

“Only want to be your girl.” Luke smiled and kissed her neck softly. 

“Always have been, sweetheart. That was never going to change.”

Finley buried her head in his shirt, the aftershocks of her orgasm finally drifting away. She sat back slightly, looking at him with a fear stricken face. He stroked her cheek gently, smiling at her with such sincerity she could’ve cried. 

“Cmon, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Finley giggled quietly and nodded, letting him help her off the sinks. He grabbed toilet paper from one of the stalls, and dropped to his knees to wipe gently at her inner thighs, pressing kisses into them as she played with his hair. 

The softness was unusual for them, but it felt as natural as breathing. 

He kissed her one last time, grabbing her hand as they left the bathroom. He knew they’d deal with it at some point, but he hadn’t expected to bump into Scott round the corner. He dropped Finley’s hand, shooting her a look as he stepped in front of her.

“Patterson, want to tell me what you were doing singing a song like that about my girl?”

Scott was red in the face, surrounded by his lacrosse buddies. Luke laughed and shrugged, twirling one of his rings around his finger. 

“Your girl? You sure about that?” Scott scoffed and stepped towards him, muscles bulging through his button-up shirt. 

“Don’t play with me. The whole school knows she’s mine.”

Luke grinned, dark and dangerous as he raised his eyebrows at the lacrosse captain. 

“Oh yeah? Who’s cum is dripping out of her pretty little cunt right now then? That yours?”

Scott’s face went beet red, and Finley stifled a laugh from behind Luke, her breath catching as she caught Scott’s gaze. His eyes trailed over her, taking in her dishevelled appearance, and the marks that littered her throat. 

“Oh shit, I forgot. You don’t even know what her cunt looks like, do you? Well I mean, I could tell you, but shit, it tastes so much better than it looks. Seriously dude, you’ve been missing out. Don’t know what man in his right mind wouldn-” He was cut off by Scott’s fist slamming into his jaw, throwing him backwards a few feet. Finley caught him, looking up at him with panicked eyes. Luke shook his head, giving her a weak smile with watery eyes. 

Scott took one step towards them, but Luke turned back to him before he could get close to Finley, moving in front of her again. 

“Nah, I don’t think so.”

Scott barked a laugh and sniffed, looking at Finley over Luke’s shoulder.

“Should’ve guessed. Always had you pegged for a whore.”

Luke rubbed his jaw one last time, and stepped forward.

“Big mistake buddy.”

Finley barely got a breath in before Luke swung, blood spurting from Scott’s nose seconds later. Luke shook out his fist, wincing at the pain in his knuckles, but grinned at Scott kneeling down, clutching his nose desperately. 

“Do yourself a favour and keep my girl’s name out your mouth. God knows she’s kept yours out of hers. At least, when my cock’s inside her that is. Have a nice night.” Finley smothered a laugh with her hand, looking up at Luke in awe as he slung an arm around her shoulders, kissing her hair softly as he guided her around the lacrosse team, all fussing around Scott. 

“Cmon baby. We got an afterparty to get to.” He winked at her as they pushed out the doors into the parking lot, strolling towards Luke’s truck. Alex would have his head for leaving before they could pack up the kit, but Luke’s mind was very much focused on other things. For example, getting his head between his girl’s thighs as soon as humanly possible. 

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It only took me two years to finish this! (I’m so sorry if you thought I died)

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Happy January! November / December involved a whole lot of editing so I decided to make another roundup! Ngl this is mostly to prove to myself that I actually did a whole lot even though I feel like I didn't do enough because of the countdown being late, but I'm including it as part of December anyways so that I can start January as a fresh slate!

Countdown

12 Characters

Mercedes Delgado

Adhara Black

Mina Ambrosia

Clem Wayland

Hollis Everdeen

Ilsa George

Ophelia Wayne

Kirsty Gilmore

Erin Humphrey

Caroline Fox

Aurora Anderson

Mirella Gold

11 Ships:

Eloise Quinn

Valentina Wolfe x Audrey Hope 

Reese Masrani x Emilio Contreras

Ginevra Maroni x Bruce Wayne

Adelia Kline x Quinn Fabray

Ties That Bind

Delfina Baratheon x Oberyn Martell

Summer Sol x James Coleman

Maristela Carrillo x Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott

Aurélia Agreste x Luka Couffaine

10 Brotps:

Hollis & The Band

Topher Charming & Marnie Fitzwater-Hood

Emily & Luke Patterson

Betty Fabray & Finn Hudson

Cassia Potter & Dimitri Volkor & Sebastian Rosier

Camila Nelson & Will Byers

Luciana Davila & The LDB

Kennedy Quinlan & Alex Claremont-Diaz

Vanessa Kline & Jason Todd

Eva Nightborn & Gabriel Branwell

9 Christmas Aesthetics

Kirsty Gilmore

Cece Cartwright

Noelle Of Arendelle

Sophie Dugray

Cassia Potter

Aurora Anderson

Ivy Knight

Chessy Of Arendelle

Betty Fabray

8 Platonic Crossovers

Ava & Roni [ @thecaptainsgingersnap ]

Aurora & Sydney [ @megdonnellys ]

Thalia & Remy [ @cecexwrites ]

Dylan & HN [ @ocmerunaway ]

Jax & The Girls [ @ginevrastilinski-ocs ]

Ivy & Amelia [ @darknightfrombeyond ]

Gloria & Gabe [ @manyfandomocs ]

Kirsty & Richie [ @the-witching-ash ]

7 Romantic Crossovers

Angel x Roman [ @the-witching-ash ]

Will x Kit [ @ginevrastilinski-ocs ]

Lily x Greyson [ @manyfandomocs ]

Cassandra x Waverly [ @megdonnellys ]

Savannah x Andrew [ @the-witching-ash ]

Ariadne x Elys [ @ginevrastilinski-ocs ]

Coco x Matthew [ @manyfandomocs ]

6 Intros

Reese Masrani

Colton Cartwright

Hollis Everdeen

Ophelia Wayne

Aurélia Agreste

Nevaeh Murphy

5 Posters

Katia McKinley

Olivia Olsen

Coco Bates

Maristela Carrillo

Laura Hyde

4 Neglected OCs

Quinn Hargreeves

Briar Tyrell Stark

Caitlin Watson

Miranda Granger

3 Nicknames

Arianne Martin

Sabina Maximoff

Kirsty Gilmore

2 AUs

Sophie Dugray + Arranged Marriage

Kirsty Gilmore + Raised By Emily & Richard

1 Video

Kirsty Gilmore

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

Moodboards

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

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

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

Halstead Brothers Adopt Reese || One Chicago || Gen

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

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

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

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

Ballet au || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

FICS

Marvel Comics

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

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

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

The Darcy Lewis Chonicles (Series)

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

Julie and The Phantoms

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

In These Small Hours (Series) || Complete

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

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

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

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

One Chicago 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Come Back Be Here (Series) || Complete

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

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

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

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

Reader Imagines (Series)

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

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

One Chicago Soulmate AU || WIP (Series)

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

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

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

Long Story Short  || WIP (Series)

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

Voight Family Values || WIP (Series)

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

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

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

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

DC TV

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

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

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

DC TV/Chicago Med Crossover

Mockingbird & Co.

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

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☆— What I will & Won't Write —☆

→ I will not write about self-harm, eating disorders, or anything that is in that realm.

→ Fluff & angst only. I will not write smut as it makes me uncomfortable to write.

→ Most angst is fine except for anything that involves heavy blood or any serious topic.

→ Any kind of relationship such as male x male, male x female, genderfluid x male/female is fine.

→ I will write about family even if it's not by blood and just by people being a specific family figure.

☆— Who I'll Write For —☆

Wrestlers

Christian Cage

Jeff Hardy

Edge

Undertaker (all versions)

Musicians and Bands

Ryan Ross

Dallon Weeks

Noah Sebastian

Corpse Husband

My Chemical Romance

Gerard Way

Mikey Why

Frank Iero

Ray Toro (platonically)

Black Veil Brides

Andy Biersack

Lonny Eagleton

Christian Coma (Cc)

5 Seconds of Summer

Luke Hemmings

Ashton Irwin

Michael Clifford

Content Creators

Daniel Howell

Markiplier

Jacksepticeye

Corpse Husband

Sam and Colby

Shows and Movies

Julie and The Phantoms

Luke Patterson

Alex Mercer

Reggie Peters

Heartstopper

Nick Nelson

Charlie Springs

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Requests are Open!

All Requests will be SFW I will not write NSFW, angst, Oc x Character, Character x Character. I only write reader inserts.

Please include what the relationship is between the reader and the character. Romantic: Boyfriend/Girlfriend Husband/Wife 

Platonic: Friends, siblings.

Your preferred pronouns. If you do not tell me what pronouns you’d like I will write it as gender-neutral by default.

Feel free to send me a prompt or AU with a little summary of what you want the fic to be about!

Characters:

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

Chrissy Cunningham

Nancy Wheeler

Battle Egos:

Natemare 

Phantom

Natpai

Bones

Resident Evil:

Leon S. Kennedy 

Ashley Graham

Luis Sera

Claire Redfield

Chris Redfield

Jill Valentine

Carlos Oliveira

Alcina Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimistrescu

Beetlejuice:

Lydia Deetz

Beetlejuice

Scream:

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Tatum Riley

Stu Macher 

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Julie and The Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Alex Mercer

Reggie Peters

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The WIP Game!

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Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

And then tag as many people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!

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Thanks for the tag @discogirlirl 😃

*some of these are abandoned but I hope to go back to them one day...

Writing WIPs:

FAMABL chapter 23

Huntlow x Tangled AU

Andi Mack x The Holiday AU

Drawing WIPs:

Grom dates + Grom chaperones

OC Request

Gustholomule x Little Mermaid AU

Save Some Room For The Titan

Grimbrothers AU

Big Wedding

Huntlow texting

Born This Way

Andi Mack x Miraculous AU

Mack Family

Grayro Luke Patterson

Our Last Summer (Memories That Remain)

Yeahhhhh I'm not tagging that many people 😅 no pressure tags for @theres-got-to-be-more and @litfeathers + anyone else who wants to!

#tag games #anyone can feel free to ask about any of these if you are curious

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a selective multimuse independent rp blog. featuring canon & original muses by sugar. problmatics | tumblr / discord ( mutuals only )

                                       please review my rules &                                         preferences, listed on my carrd.

also found at sataniicpanic // full muse list under the cut

THE CANON CHARACTERS

stranger things / jason carver, jim hopper, joyce byers, billy hargrove, chrissy cunningham, steve harrington, max mayfield, will byers ( aged up verses only )

scream franchise / billy loomis, stu macher, sidney prescott, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin

glee / sebastian smythe, sam evans, hunter clarington, quinn fabray, noah puckerman, kitty wilde, marley rose, blaine anderson

elite / polo benevant, lucrecia montesinos, nano dominguez, christian valera

degrassi / craig manning, eli goldsworthy, jay hogart, jake martin, maya matlin, marisol lewis, miles hollingsworth, riley stravos, tristan milligan

julie and the phantoms / alex mercer, luke patterson, carrie wilson, caleb covington

shadowhunters: the mortal instruments / jace herondale, alec lightwood, simon lewis, clary fray, valentine morgenstern, isabelle lightwood

other fandoms / daphne blake ( scooby doo ), monican geller ( friends ), nick miller ( new girl ), ryan atwood ( the oc ), steven hyde ( that 70s show ), iris west-allen ( the flash/dctv ),barry allen ( the flash/dctv ), guy of gisborne ( bbc’s robin hood ), kevin keller ( riverdale ), moose mason ( riverdale ), jennifer jereau ( criminal minds ), ryan evans ( high school musical ), ej caswell ( hsmtmts ), ricky bowen ( hsmtmts ), harry hook ( disney’s descendants ), pacey witter ( dawson’s creek ), fox mulder ( the x-files ), draco malfoy ( harry potter ), lily evans-potter ( harry potter ), topper thornton ( outer banks ),

THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

analyn reyes / sab zada. twenty one. she/her. bisexual.  nursing home attendant.

bentley prince / keith powers ( alt ) twenty five. he/him. bisexual. actor / business major.

brandon tyson / dylan o’brien twenty nine. he/him. bisexual. unemployed / twitch streamer.

brooklyn scott / madelyn cline ( alt ) twenty three. she/her. bicurious. computer programmer / athlete / lifeguard.

cas ortiz / lizeth selene twenty five. she/they. bisexual. hacker.

cindy lyons / dua lipa twenty six. she/her. bisexual. ( reality ) television personality.

claudia torres / camila mendes twenty four. she/her. bisexual. hotel concierge.

dakota ellis / owen patrick joyner twenty three. he/they. bisexual. actor / onlyfans creator.

drew matthews / joe keery twenty eight. he/him. bisexual. musician / music teacher.

elliot douglas / charles esten fifty one. he/him. closeted homosexual. ethics professor / lawyer.

felix henry / logan lerman twenty seven. he/him. bisexual. paramedic & medical student.

genevieve beaufort / maika monroe twenty six. she/her. bisexual. hair stylist.

harrison michaels / rudy pankow twenty five. he/him. homosexual. coroner.

imogen doyle / maia mitchell twenty six. she/her. bisexual. tour guide / hotel clerk.

isaiah bennett / michael cimino twenty. he/him. bicurious. college student ( engineering major ).

jett findley / fivel stewart twenty five. she/her. lesbian. musician ( touring bass player ).

joey russell / madison bailey twenty two. she/her. bisexual. professional hockey player.

kenji simmons / darren barnet twenty seven. he/him. bisexual. nightclub owner / mini-golf course owner ( verse dependent )

matthew peters / robert pattinson thirty one. he/him. bisexual. emergency dispatcher.

reed sanchez / froy guteirrez twenty. he/him. homosexual. college student ( art major ).

remington windsor / jacob elordi twenty five. he/him. bisexual. art curator / art history major.

robbie jeffries / timothy olyphant forty six. he/him. bisexual. set designer / carpenter.

roger atkinson / david harbour forty five. he/him. heterosexual. park ranger.

sam montclair / jake gyllenhaal thirty seven. he/him. bisexual. voice actor.

sugar price / jade thirlwall twenty five. she/her. homosexual. real estate agent.

tatum cooper / chase sui wonders twenty four. she/they. homosexual. gas station attendant.

travis cameron / charlie gillespie twenty three. he/him. bisexual. mechanic.

will richardson / henry cavill thirty six. he/him. bisexual. general contractor.

winter saunders / coco jones twenty two. she/her. bicurious. college student / fashion major. ( nail tech ).

xander lincoln / shawn mendes twenty two. he/him. homosexual. singer / songwriter. ( pop artist ).

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finally free | luke patterson

paring: ghost!fem!reader x ghost!luke patterson

summary: after Luke duets with Julie, reader gets jealous and poofs away. Luke finds her and the two have a conversation that ends much differently than reader expected

requested: no

length: medium to long

rating: PG

warnings: none

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You are hanging in the shadows on the side of the stage in a café when a guy with a microphone walks onto the stage.

“Okay, it looks like we’re closing the night out with one more group,” the guy says. He looks down at his notepad. “Julie and the Fat Ones.” The crowd snickers as you watch Julie walk past the Dirty Candy girls and walk onto the stage.

Julie finds her way to the piano and puts her microphone on the stand above the piano. “Hi,” she says into her microphone. “It’s actually ‘Julie and the Phantoms’.” No one reacts. “Okay.”

She begins to play the piano and sing. From hearing practices in the studio, you know how talented Julie is. Her vocals are amazing.

And she doesn’t know you exist. You’ve kind of stayed away from her but you’ve sat outside the garage, listening in to band practices. You’re only here for Luke. He’s a ghost, yes, but so are you. You met him when walking the beach one night. He poofed to the beach out of nowhere, scaring you, and the two of you have grown close in the few weeks since that happened.

You think he has a thing for you, and you definitely have a thing. Who wouldn’t? He’s cute, funny, and extremely talented. When Luke’s not with his band or writing songs for Julie and the Phantoms, he’s usually off somewhere with you.

The crowd watches Julie as she sings alone on the stage with the piano. Some sway their heads to the beat.

Until the beat drops and the guys appear on the stage.

I got a spark in me Hands up if you can see And you're a part of me Hands up if you're with me Now 'til eternity Hands up if you believe Been so long and now we're finally free

Luke’s singing into his mic along with Julie, who gets up from her seat at the piano. The crowd electrifies when the guys appear on stage with their instruments.

You smile and sway a bit to the beat yourself.

We know we can make it We're not falling down under Close my eyes and feel my chest Beating like thunder I wanna fly Come alive Watch me shine

Luke and Julie look at each other as they sing their little duet together. You stop swaying and watch them, seeing the look on Luke’s face.

Then it hits you that he definitely doesn’t have a thing for you. He absolutely has a thing for Julie though.

After repeating the refrain, Julie turns toward Luke. Luke quickly runs over and shares a microphone with Julie as he repeats back to her what’s sung to him.

I got a spark in me I got a spark in me And you're a part of me And you're a part of me Now 'til eternity Now 'til eternity Been so long and now we're finally free

After repeating the refrain again, the guys and Julie begin harmonizing and Luke walks over to the side of the stage you’re on. He plays guitar in front of the crowd in front of you. He looks at you and meets your eyes.

You look away and he goes back to his microphone. After singing a line, he backs away from his mic and looks at Julie. A small smile forms on Luke’s face as she sings the final line in the song. Luke looks at her in awe as she sings.

The song ends and the guys poof off the stage. You poof away, slightly jealous. You poof to the beach where you and Luke first met.

With a sigh, you sit in the sand by the water. The moonlight lights up the beach a bit and you watch the waves crash. You bring your knees up and rest your chin on your knees.

It hurts, knowing the guy you have a crush on likes someone else. It hurts more than most people know.

Plus, Julie is a Lifer. You don’t know why Luke likes a Lifer considering the circumstances.

With a sigh, you rest your forehead on your knees and close your eyes.

You hear a whoosh noise and a “hey Y/N”. Luke’s here. He found you. You don’t know why you came here of all places. He knows he can always find you here.

“I thought you’d be with the band,” you tell him, your voice monotone.

Luke says, “I was able to celebrate with the band. I wanted to come celebrate with you, Y/N.”

Still slightly hurt, you say, “Yeah, well, I’m not really in the mood for a celebration, Luke.” You haven’t been able to look up at him. You’re too afraid you’ll cry if you look up at him and you won’t want to cry in front of him. If you cry then you’ll have to explain why and you don’t want to explain why.

He sits beside you and says, “I saw you poof out after our number. Did you need to leave to go somewhere?”

You sigh and say, “I needed to get out of there. It was stuffy.”

“Then why did you look away from me when I made eye contact with you when I was on stage?” he asks. “Did I do something to hurt you?”

Getting slightly annoyed, you say, “No, Luke. You haven’t done anything to hurt me.” Sarcasm is laced in your voice.

Luke picks up on the sarcasm and asks, “What did I do, Y/N? Please, tell me, because I don’t like it when we fight.”

Finally, you look at him. He has a look of worry on his face and you respond with, “Why do you have a thing for a Lifer? You know she’ll grow old and you won’t.”

A smile forms on Luke’s face and he asks, “You think I have a crush on Julie? No. Kinda ew. She’s my bandmate and is more of a sister than anything to me. She’s a lifer and I know she’ll grow old and I won’t. Why do you think …” He trails off, realizing the answer. “You have a thing for me, don’t you? That’s why you’re acting like this and why you poofed out of the café after ‘Finally Free’ was over.”

You jump into immediate defense mode, saying, “No! I don’t have a thing for you, Luke. Nuh uh. Gross. You’re, like, my best friend. Bleh.”

He laughs and says, “You definitely have a thing for me, Y/N. I can tell. You got all jealous and left right after the number was done. That’s why you asked why I liked Julie when I don’t.”

“Stop!” you say, getting up and stepping back from Luke. “I don’t have a thing for you, Luke. You’re cute and all, plus really talented and really funny. But I don’t have a thing for you.”

Luke smiles up at you and say, “You definitely do. Why are you all the way over there then?”

You make a face and say, “You have cooties.”

The guitarist laughs and says, “We’re not in second grade, Y/N. I don’t have cooties.”

“Fine,” you admit. “Maybe I have a very very small thing for you. Like it’s so small that it’s practically nonexistent.”

He laughs and gets up, standing in front of you. You sigh and Luke says, “That’s okay, Y/N. I have a very very small thing that it’s basically nonexistent for you too.”

Your jaw almost drops when he makes that comment. He just admitted he has feelings for you, and you’re still standing like eight feet from him.

He doesn’t like Julie. He likes you. You’re shocked by this because you really thought he liked Julie.

“I’m embarrassed now,” you tell him. “I really had it in my head that you were into Julie.”

Luke smiles and asks, “How that you found out I’m not into Julie?”

You blink at him and reply with, “I’m still not sure because it was really deep in my head that you were into her.”

The lead guitarist of Julie and the Phantoms steps closer to you and he says, “I am definitely not into Julie. I am definitely into you, Y/N. How could I not be into you? You’re very cute, you make me laugh, and the little cheek dimple you have when you smile is my favorite thing ever.” You smile when he says that to you. “Yeah, just like that.”

Your heart races in your chest as you slowly ask, “What happens now?”

Luke steps closer to you again, singing softly, “I got a spark in me. And you’re a part of me. Now til eternity. Been so long and now I’m finally free.” He meets your eyes and looks at you so intensely that you shiver.

He stands a few inches away from you now instead of eight feet away. You continue staring up at him. “I, um,” you stammer. “Luke.”

“That’s my name,” he jokes.

You roll your eyes at him before saying, “I can’t stand you sometimes.”

Luke lets out a soft laugh before he says, “Yet you haven’t poofed away or anything.”

Your eyes are still on Luke’s as you say, “I can if you want.”

“I don’t think so,” Luke sternly says before he takes your face in his hands, pulling you toward him. Your lips collide with his and you gasp.

Luke is kissing you. You’re kissing Luke. This is a thing that is currently happening.

You kiss him back almost immediately and melt against his body. The kiss is soft and sweet, and it feels like you’ve done it a thousand times. Butterflies flutter in your stomach as he kisses you.

After a few seconds, Luke pulls back from the kiss and you look up at him. “I should’ve asked if that was okay,” he stammers. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t think-” You cut him off with a second kiss. He smiles against your lips as you kiss him. He now knows it was okay that he kissed you first.

The kiss continues for a little bit before you pull away. Luke looks down at you and says, “I want you to meet the band, Y/N.”

“Okay,” you say. “Take me to meet your band.”

He smiles before poofing away. You poof right behind you, both of you meeting outside the garage you’ve sat outside of dozens of times, listening to Luke practicing.

Luke walks through the door. He says, “I have someone I’d like you all to meet.” You walk through the garage door. Julie and his bandmates all sit scattered throughout the garage. Julie looks at you, obviously being able to see ghosts.

“This is everyone,” Luke says. “That’s Julie, Reggie, and Alex.”

You wave hello to everyone and Alex says, “We still don’t know her name, dude.”

“Right. This is Y/N,” Luke tells his bandmates. “My girlfriend.”

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I Just Want Breakfast | One Shot (Luke x reader)

I Just Want Breakfast | One Shot (Alive!Luke x reader)

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 500 FOLLOWERS! YALL ARE AMAZING AND SO SUPPORTIVE. For being so awesome, here is almost 8k of a classic trope! Basically, lukey boy gets around and Y/N don’t like that. Friends to lovers with a sprinkle of angst in the middle is always a good time. I hope y’all enjoy!

Word count: 7.7k lol

Warnings: swearing, typos, lil angst

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Stupid boy, stupid feelings, stupid friend, stupid books, stupid small fucking locker…

My grumbling only stops when Flynn arrives at my locker in concern. If my grumbling wasn’t an obvious indicator of my current disdain, then it was the rough attempt at shoving my books into the cramped locker.

“Uh, who pissed in your cereal this morning?” Flynn asked slowly. She flickered back and forth between my disgruntled expression and my locker. 

“Luke. He was supposed to drive me to school this morning, but he had to take care of something and cancelled. He thought yesterday was Saturday instead of Sunday and therefore had whoever that blonde chick from his history class come over and then this morning had to drive her home and to school,” I rant while attempting to close my locker, “and to top it off, since I waited for him and then had to drive myself, there were no more parking spaces so I had to park on the street!” I huff when I finally shove my locker closed.

“Yikes. At least you won’t have to see his face until lunch,” Flynn offers with a shrug. I shake my head and walk with her to our first class.

“You mean he’s safe until lunch. That boy, I swear…” 

-

“You owe me, asshole,” I sigh once I sit down at our lunch table. By the time it was lunch, my anger faded to resignation.

“I know, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I don’t know how I mixed up my days,” Luke apologizes as soon as the words leave my mouth.

“What happened?” Julie asks once she sits down next to me. Reggie and Alex already knew the situation because the boys were always early for the lunch period. All three still grimace when I explain it to Julie.

“You dummy” was all that Julie had to say to Luke before she started to eat. As soon as the guys started to joke around with him, Flynn, Julie, and I talked amongst ourselves, complaining about our upcoming tests.

I was back in good spirits after lunch and walked with Luke to literature, the only class we shared. It was definitely the class I struggled to pay attention the most because we always messed around. Luke never failed to make me laugh or distract me somehow. Our teacher, Mr. Delusa, was used to our antics, and, frankly, didn’t care enough to yell at us for misbehaving. This time, Luke decided to make up for ditching me by writing little compliments on my notebook.

Y/N is so smart. 

She’s smarter than me. (he gives me a rough nudge when I underline that line)

She’s also really cool

But not cooler than me. (nudges me again when I cross that line out)

But she’s still awesome.

And she’s prettier than Mr. Delusa.

Although I already forgave him since it really wasn’t a big deal, I appreciated his efforts - more than I should. His silly attempt at making me feel better worked too well and I could feel my heart start to beat faster when he attempts to write more legibly. It wasn’t hard to be attracted to Luke - gorgeous, passionate, charming, funny, etc. But the way he truly cared for his friends was what really made me fall for him.

Now Luke Patterson is a good friend, don’t get me wrong. He’s always ready to stand up for the five of us if we ever ran into trouble. He’s talked Julie and Flynn down from fighting Carrie multiple times, but has encouraged them to share a few words with the girl whenever she crossed the line. And, according to Luke, no idea that Alex and Reggie have is a stupid idea and should definitely be pursued. Luke’s always the first one to push us to do things despite any nerves. The amount of times Luke has stopped Alex from backing out of asking Willie out before they started dating was too many to count. He was always there for us - well most of the time.

Because despite being a good friend, Luke is definitely not a good boyfriend. Or that’s what he claims as to why he prefers flings and one-off “dates” instead of getting into a relationship. His attitude towards dating is always flippant and never serious. He’d rather be with one girl on a Friday and then another one on a Tuesday than settle down with one person for, god forbid, more than three days. He’s escaped into another girl’s arms one too many times - enough to get a reputation around school. But it is what it is. Luke is a good friend, just with a notorious reputation. 

“So are we still gonna check out that new breakfast place on Saturday?” I ask him as we pack up our backpack at the end of class.

To give context, Luke and I came up with this goal to find the best breakfast place in town. One random day during the summer, we talked about our love of breakfast foods and eventually began to argue on which restaurant had the best breakfast. It got so heated that we didn’t talk for a few days, only making up with each other after we established this mission. So, around once or twice a month, we go out and test a restaurant. Sometimes, our friends happily joined us in our endeavors, but most of the time I would find myself alone with the doe-eyed boy. 

That’s probably when my feelings started to change for him. In between the bites of pancakes and the banter, I got to know one of my best friends a little better. I found myself starting to stare whenever he drank a sip of coffee or falling in love with his laugh. His habit of tapping a beat on the table became more endearing than annoying. Even our arguments over what we thought of the food was starting to become a favorite pastime because it was always filled with teasing. Sometimes, I caught myself slipping and imagining that these were dates. But when school started back up and his attention was directed elsewhere, I realized that I was only a fool stuck in a sticky situation.

“Yeah! And I’ll pay for the meal to make up for this morn-“

“Hey Luke!” Sara, our classmate, interrupts with a cheerful tone. Already a little annoyed, I throw my backpack on as she continues to talk, knowing that we were having a conversation. “I was wondering if you were free tonight for some studying?” Sara asks while looking him up and down.

“You mean study for our lit test this Friday right?” Luke flirts right back. I roll my eyes at the low voice he used before making my way out of the classroom, frown etched on my face. I lost him as soon as Sara batted her long eyelashes at him. 

-

I try not to let his dismissal get to me as I make my way over to Julie’s house after school, but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about it. To be honest, the fact that he just immediately turned his attention to Sara or the fact that he continues to get with these girls with no second thought weren’t the things that bothered me the most. No, it’s my damn stupid feelings that are driving me up the wall. 

“Are you ready to get this project over with?” Julie asks when she opens the door for me.

“No, but do I have a choice?” She chuckles at my joke while I set my bag down and take out my laptop. 

Our stupid research project distracts me from my disheartened feelings. Julie helps by being the best project partner with her intelligence and quick thinking. I couldn’t believe that we had finished it in just a few hours until we were happily closing our laptops for the night. Closing all those tabs on our laptops was almost as euphoric as stuffing our faces with dinner as a reward for our hard work.

“So how did our favorite guitarist make it up to you after lunch?” Julie asked with a pointed look.

“He said he’ll pay for breakfast on Saturday,” I answer with a shrug. “Or he would’ve finished saying that if Sara didn’t interrupt with a ‘study invitation’.”

“Let me guess, Luke’s over at her place right now?” Julie asks with a knowing tone. I try not to think about him and Sara and their ‘studying’.

“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” I roll my eyes in hopes that Julie doesn’t notice my pained expression. She peers at me curiously as I focus on finishing my food.

“So how long have you liked him?” Julie asks softly. I don’t answer her question as I start cleaning up our dinner. I take a second to gather my words in the silence that follows.

“Since this summer,” I answer quietly. The nerves in my voice weren’t from fear of her judgment but rather admitting these feelings out loud. Now it all seemed too real - my feelings of attraction and heartbreak for Luke is out now without any way of taking them back or pretending they didn’t exist. Julie nods knowingly. 

“Me and Alex thought the whole breakfast mission was just an excuse to hide your dates from us. When we realized that you guys actually weren’t dating, well, we thought you would end up together eventually. But then school started back up and Luke…” I shake my head as she trails off, understanding what she was referring to.

“Then school started back up,” I repeat. I come back around and sat down next to Julie who was grimacing. “I almost forgot his reputation. Won’t be making that mistake again.”

“Maybe you should talk to him about your feelings, I can tell that you’re hurting from this,” Julie offers, ironically echoing some of Luke’s words when she was nervous to talk to Nick before they started dating. 

“Hellllll no! I am not gonna tell him I like him! Are you crazy?” I look at her with wide eyes.

“But what if he likes you too? Because me and Alex thought he did,” Julie argues back.

“I can guarantee that he does not like me back. He could have any girl he wants and he clearly understands that if this morning and this afternoon is anything to go by!” I argue back. Julie could see the pain in my eyes from my statement. 

“I just hate seeing you hurt over him. He may be our friend, but I don’t like the way he’s treating you,” Julie says in her soft tone. She wraps an arm around me and rests her head against my shoulder.

“It’s fine, Jules. These feelings will hopefully go away eventually,” I say. We both were unconvinced, but didn’t say anything else on the subject.

-

When Luke rests against the booth and lays an arm across the back of it, all I could think of was the unfairness of it all. Why did I have to like this good-looking, fellow breakfast loving, idiot of a friend? He’s not allowed to sit there with his charming smile and beg me to listen to the band’s new songs with excitement in his voice and not know how he makes me feel. Why did my heart want a heartbreaker?

“And Alex actually has a duet with Julie for this song and it sounds so good! You have to come by for rehearsals at some point next week because this song is fucking killer!” He exclaims as he digs into his breakfast burrito.

“I will gladly listen to that. Man, I haven’t been to one of your rehearsals in a while,” I say thoughtfully, while taking a sip of my chocolate milk. Don’t judge me - chocolate milk is for all ages (and Luke agrees).

“You haven’t,” he muses with a mouth full of food, “I miss having you there.”

“Really?” I ask, successfully masking the eagerness in my voice.

“Yeah! Who else is going to back me up when Alex starts roasting me for literally doing nothing?” Luke tries to smirk, but his blown out cheeks from all the food he stuffed in his mouth made him look like a chipmunk.

“Um, still no one since I usually join him? You forget that I’m literally only there to help Julie keep y’all from fooling around too much.” He playfully rolls his eyes before he steals a piece of bacon from my plate and quickly shoves it into his mouth. “Hey!”

“You deserve that, you meanie.” He tries to swat my hand away from stealing a piece of his bacon, but it doesn’t work. I happily chew on my new bacon, closing my eyes in exaggeration. I miss his twinkling eyes and soft smile. 

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I think that was a pretty solid breakfast,” I observe after I swallow the last of my food. I scold Luke when he lets out a burp with no hesitation. He lightly kicks my ankle in retaliation.

“It was. But does it deserve the title of the best breakfast?” He tilts his head and I almost get distracted by how his jaw becomes sharper from this angle. He raises his eyebrow as he looks at me expectantly.

I shake my head no and he agrees with me with a chuckle. Once the check comes around, I reach for it, but he swats at my hand again.

“I’m paying for it, remember?” He quickly takes out his wallet and starts taking out money. I lightly kick him under the table as a thank you. I don’t think he took it as an action of gratitude, but oh well.

Once he pays the bill he gets out of the booth and stretches. A sliver of his toned torso is level with my eyesight and I truly try not to drool right then and there. I busy myself with gathering my things and standing as well. We both say thank you to our waitress who wishes us goodbye but not before shifting her eyes between us in a suggestive way. I wanted to correct her and say we were not on a date, but Luke was already holding the door open for me. I wrap my jacket closer to me as we step out of the cozy restaurant and walk beside him to his car.

“So you down to hang out still? We could go to the mall or something?” I offer, wanting to spend time with my elusive friend. 

“I can’t. I got a date with Amanda in an hour. You remember her right? She’s the girl who sits by our lunch table,” Luke says while he starts driving. 

“Oh,” I say quietly. The content headspace I was in fades away as Luke turns up the radio and drives back to my place, not knowing any better.

“But we could hang out tomorrow if you want?” he suggests, giving me a side glance. Not even his nice profile could distract me from the hurt slowly starting to creep into my chest.

“No, uh, I gotta help my mom out at her shop tomorrow,” I lie. I didn’t want to meet up with him, knowing that it would be after tonight’s activities.

He nods and we continue to drive in silence. I turn to him and quietly observe him for a few moments. His soft lips were hidden under his teeth as he chew on them out of habit. His sharp features makes me want to reach out and trace the lines of his face, but I knew it wasn’t my place. With that reality check, I put myself back into the present. I wanted to ask him something again, but I feared that his answer hasn’t changed.

“So you’re still all about that one-night stand lifestyle?” I ask curiously, gauging his reaction. He lifts his chin up as he watches the road ahead of him.

“Hasn’t done me wrong yet.” He chuckles at my raised eyebrow as a montage of different angry girls snapping at Luke flicker through my mind. “Okay, it hasn’t failed me yet.”

“So you still don’t want to have a girlfriend?”

“Why would I?” he asked incredulously. I thought I would feel defeat just like I did the last time he explained his adventurous lifestyle, but instead I felt a combination of numbness and acceptance at his answer. It was better than feeling hurt.

“It’s just nice to have someone you know? Someone to have by your side to make you happy or be there when you’re sad. Someone who can always make you laugh or make you feel all warm inside,” I say mindlessly, “I bet it’s nice to just love someone and have them love you back…” I trail off, resting my head on the window.

“That’s a nice thought.” I couldn’t tell anything from his response or tone, but didn’t pry any further. We spent the rest of the drive in a comfortable silence. Luke would occasionally sing along to the radio.

“You’re gonna come to one of our rehearsals right?” Luke asks once he pulls out to my house.

“I’ll try to, but I might be busy,” I say truthfully, thinking about the midterms that were coming up. He lets out a disappointed grunt as I step out of the car.

“You better come or else no more searching for the best pancakes!” he bargains. I gasp and stare at Luke through the open window.

“You’re evil Patterson! I’ll really try to come by if I can.” He lets out a sigh before conceding with a nod.

“Have fun on your date,” I say with a fake playful tone. Luke couldn’t see me dig my nails into the palm of my hand.

“I will. I’ll see you later, Y/N!” Luke speeds off. He doesn’t see the dejected girl walking back to her house in his rearview mirror. 

-

“Okay what did I do?” Luke barges through my front door as soon as I opened it. I was bewildered enough as it is to get a random knock on my door on a Friday night, but even more so when Luke angrily walks into my living room with a scowl etched on his face. I thought he would be out with who knows which girl instead of stomping around my living room. 

“What?” I ask, confusion evident in my voice. I stand in front of him with my arms crossed while his hands were clenched at his sides. I try not to let my eyes trail up his tense arms.

“What did I do?” He repeats while shake his head at me with wide eyes. He took a step closer to me.

“Huh?” I repeat his actions back to him, still confused about why he was here.

“What did I do to make you not talk to me? You’ve been avoiding me this whole week!” He exclaims. 

To be fair, I was truthful when I said I was busy with school and my own extracurricular activities. My friends all understood how important my grades and clubs were to me and weren’t mad about me being MIA. However, that didn’t excuse my slight avoidance after our breakfast rendezvous last Saturday when I realized I loved him - a terrible thing to realize.

As I walked back into my house after Luke dropped me off, I figured out that the person I was describing in the car was him. Following that revelation, my heart dropped to my stomach and I hated that. I hated that I felt a good amount of dread that came with the love. Since that morning, his words replay in my head every time I entertained a possibility for us. His refusal to change his ways reminds me of the harsh reality that I will always be just a friend and Luke will always be unavailable. 

So you can understand why I haven’t really wanted to be around the boy too much. As soon as we had our first class together after that Saturday, Luke knew something was wrong, but didn’t think anything of it. If anything, he was too distracted by Sara or whoever else to notice the growing distance between us. Or at least that’s what I thought. 

“Seriously? Nothing?” Luke says with a frustrated tone when I didn’t speak up, “you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder since Saturday. Did I say something at breakfast? Are you mad that I didn’t hang out with you afterwards? You know I had that date!” I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes. He takes another step closer to me.

“See that’s what I mean! Is it Amanda? You know it was only one date. I didn’t really like her either. She was too talk-“

“Please stop talking Luke.” I beg quietly. 

“No. I’m gonna keep talking until you start talking!” He yells at me throwing a hand up in the air. 

“Fine!” Luke eyes widen, not expecting an outburst from me. It was my turn to take a step closer in anger. If he wanted me to talk then that’s I’m gonna talk.

“I do have a problem with you! I have a problem with how you’re always going off with girls, fucking them, leaving them, everything!”

“Okay, but why do you have a problem with that? What I want to do with them is none of your business!” He yells back just as soon as I end my statement. 

“But it is! Because-“ I cut myself off and take a breath. Our chests were heaving at this point, almost touching. I could smell his cologne clearly as I take huge breaths from my nose. It was all too much for me and I take a step back.

“You know what,” I start calmly and shake my head, “you’re right, it isn’t my business. I don’t have a problem with you. I have a problem with me.” I take another step back, creating more distance between us. I start to clench and unclench my fist before I lift my head up and stare at the beautiful boy in front of me. 

“My problem is that I’ve fallen for a guy that won’t like me back. Remember what I talked about in the car after breakfast? I realized that I was describing you and it hurt knowing that you were heading off to another date with another random girl while I was left here all alone. And it will always be like that and I can’t handle it anymore. So yeah it would be nice to love someone and have them love you back, but it absolutely fucking sucks if they don’t love you back.” 

A pained smile stretches across my face as I finally feel the weight be lifted off my shoulders. However, Luke was silent. For the first time he was speechless, mouth open with no words falling out. 

“Listen, I’m sorry I ghosted you when I should’ve at least said something to you. I just need time to get over these stupid feelings and then we can go back to the way things were okay?” 

It killed me to say that but it was better than the silence that followed my confession. He closed his mouth but didn’t speak, didn’t move, didn’t do anything but look at me with a hard stare. Not able to bear another second in the room with him and his silent rejection, I nod my head once and walk back to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I waited a minute before I heard the front door close and then I started crying, wishing for a knock on the door that never came. 

-

It wasn’t as awkward as I imagined it would be. Sure, we didn’t speak to each other for a few days, but then the small talk started and it sort of got better. He never brought up our confrontation and I didn’t either. I’m not even going to mention the dull ache I get whenever we talk though. Let’s just keep burying that until it doesn’t exist anymore, right?

“Yo, what did you do to Luke?” Alex asks me as he comes up behind me, making me jump. Reggie follows him and wraps an arm around my shoulder. I thought everyone went their separate ways after lunch while I had to grab some last minute things from my locker. 

“What do you mean?” I ask with an uncertain smile. Alex and Reggie share a look behind my shoulders.

“He’s been kinda off the past few days. I don’t know, like he’s not paying attention too much or he’s grumpy,” Alex explains.

Our friends knew something happened between us, but didn’t want to get caught in the middle of it. Instead, they carried on, trying their best to maintain a sense of normalcy amongst the six of us. I was grateful for it because I didn’t want my annoying feelings to create any rifts between any of us. But it seems like Luke was causing some drama on his own. 

“What does that have to do with me?”

“Well, he doesn’t really care about school, our band hasn’t been having problems, and since his parents have been working more, he hasn’t had any problems with them in a while,” Reggie lists off.

“Maybe one of his girls is bothering him again?” I raise an eyebrow at the boys once I close my locker. As much as I would love to stay and chat with them about Luke, I had a test in our next class and would rather concern myself with the test material than a certain sleeveless, beanie loving guitarist.

“That’s the thing!” Reggie exclaims, “we haven’t seen him with another girl in like three weeks!” 

“Maybe he’s just taking a break? Giving his dick a rest, I don’t know,” I shake my head as I still don’t understand the problem or why they think I have something to do with Luke’s odd behavior.

“Y/N, dude, we all know you’ve been avoiding him, but you can’t not see he’s acting different,” Alex says with a knowing yet disappointed tone, “and we think your little silent treatment might be why he’s been off lately.”

I feel a flash of embarrassment when Alex calls me out, but shake it off. If he knows why I’m avoiding him, then he should just leave it at that. I throw my head back with a sigh before looking at the two concerned boys again. 

“I honestly haven’t noticed, but I’ll look out for it next class. And for the record, I don’t think I have anything to do with it,” I conceded, glancing at the clock in the hallway. I had just a couple minutes to get to class. “Okay, I gotta get going.”

“Good luck on your test!” Reggie yells after me as I head down the hallway. I send a thumbs up in the air before rushing into the classroom. 

I search around the room past all the kids trying to get to their seats and see Luke chilling in his usual spot. He was just slowly tapping his pencil against his desk, staring off into space. As I make my way over to my seat next to him, I do notice that he’s a little less…him. Even when he needs to sit still, he’s usually tapping his fingers against the desk or shaking his leg or chewing on his necklace or whatever. He’s always moving as per his lively personality, but right now he couldn’t look any more bored. Maybe Alex and Reggie’s concern wasn’t out of nowhere…

Right as I sat down, our teacher started to hand out our tests. It wasn’t anything too difficult and I thanked my lucky stars that I made time to study for it. My eyes couldn’t help but peer to my side and observe Luke. During these past few weeks, I really haven’t given Luke too much thought. Sure, the first few days were a little difficult, but when everything else started to mount, it was easy to get distracted by it all. Now though, I wondered if Luke had studied a little for this test or was he too busy with other girls things like he usually is. What has Luke been up to lately?

Before I knew it, all tests were passed forward and the bell rang, signaling the end of our period. Luke hasn’t said a word to me once which is a little weird. Like I said, I haven’t completely ghosted him; we’ll share small talk almost every day in our class, but I guess not today. When I start gathering my things, I see Sara approach Luke again. It took actual control to prevent my eyes from rolling in annoyance.

“Hey Luke! I was wondering if you wanted to come over this weekend? We haven’t hung out in a while,” Sara pouts as she rests a hand on his arm.

“Oh, I can’t,” Luke replies smoothly, “I got some band things to take care of. Sorry Sara.” 

I miss Sara’s pout as Luke catches my eye for a second. I couldn’t understand the emotions swirling in his eyes before he turns around and leaves the classroom. That quick exchange was definitely weird because I know for a fact that there’s nothing going on this weekend. Why would he lie and why did he look at me like that?

Alex’s words echo in my head for the next couple of days as I take the time to observe Luke when I could. They weren’t completely going crazy. To anyone else, Luke was the same carefree student who liked to joke around, but I could tell something was off. He would stare off in thought a little more than usual and he wasn’t as clearly involved in conversations. I was also surprised to learn that the guys were right - Luke was turning girls away. Even Julie says he hasn’t been scurrying off after practice to meet up with a girl. Now, I was extremely curious. 

Something was bothering him and I have a feeling that it does concern me. I didn’t notice how often he glances over at me throughout this whole thing until he caught me watching him. We both would look away just as fast, not noticing our mirroring rosy cheeks. I didn’t realize how successful I was at focusing my attention elsewhere until I felt myself remembering what it was like to like Luke.

I’d forgotten how how he’d play with his rings, sliding them up and down his fingers. Or how his eyes would crinkle whenever he laughed or smiled. Or how funny it was when he would roll his eyes at Reggie complaining about how oblivious his crush was to him. Or how he’d rest his head on his fist and pretend to listen to Julie and Flynn whenever they talked about ideas for the band’s look. Or how pretty he was. Or how much I truly cared for his company.

But I’d also forgotten how much it hurts to love him.

“So have you figured out what’s going on with him?” Alex asks while we walk out of our shared class.

“Nope,” I shake my head as my stomach grumbles. Ugh, in-n-out is only one class period away. 

“Neither have we but Julie and I think that if anyone could get him to talk about whatever it is, it’s you.”

“Me? Why me?” I quickly turn my head towards the blonde. I watch him roll his eyes with a sigh.

“C’mon, you’ve been watching him. Brushing off girls, but staring at you? He hasn’t talked to any of us about it, but it’s pretty obvious - he likes you and doesn’t know what to do with these feelings. Don’t fight me on this and go talk to Lukey boy.”

Alex walks away before my shocked reaction wears off. I walk to my last class in sort of a daze. I couldn’t even tell you what I was supposed to learn as I try to process Alex’s statement.

He was crazy. There’s no way that Luke likes me. I mean his fucking reputation doesn’t exactly let him. And we haven’t been having one-on-one time lately so there’s that. While I walk to my car after school ends, I came to the conclusion that Alex had no idea what he was talking about. 

But maybe his idea about talking to Luke would help clear things up. Who am I kidding? I just fucking miss Luke. I want to have my friend back regardless of my feelings. Maybe it isn’t the smartest idea but I just miss him. I knew I would eventually, but I didn’t expect it to hurt this much. As I sat in my car, my mind was made up. 

When I arrived at Julie’s house, confusion swept through me as I didn’t see any of the guys’ cars in the driveway. That’s weird, they usually have rehearsals right after school. Walking up to her front door, I knock and wait for Julie, wondering if I missed some announcement of cancelled practice at lunch. Julie opens the door and was happy to see me on the other side of it.

“Hey girl! What’s up?” Julie tilts her head with a confused smile.

“Hey Jules, I wanted to talk to Luke, but I guess you’re not having practice?” Julie’s confused smile turns into a smirk which puzzles me even more.

“Oh, you wanted to talk to Luke! For why?” She asks in a teasing tone. I roll my eyes at her behavior.

“Because I just wanted to see what’s up with him. Don’t you wanna know why he’s been acting weird?” I ask, trying to fight off the blush as her smirk widens.

“I know why he’s been acting weird. He hasn’t told me, but I know why,” she says knowingly. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she’s implying. “Anyways, Luke cancelled practice today. Didn’t tell us why, but we all had a bunch of homework anyways so we agreed.”

“I wonder why he cancel-“ I was cut off by my phone ringing. I bring it up and see Luke’s name and photo flash across my screen. I don’t miss Julie’s excited expression as I answer his call.

“Luke?”

“Hey! Where are you? You’re not home!”

“Yeah, I’m not. I’m at Julie’s house because I thought you had rehearsals.”

“Oh so now you have time to go to our rehearsals. The one time you do and I cancel it! Of fucking course that happens,” Luke’s exasperation is evident through our phone call. I don’t bother to tell him that I was there for him.

“Why are you at my house?” 

“Uh, how about we just meet up to continue this conversation? Remember that diner we tried in August, the one with the all day breakfast? It’s right in between yours and Julie’s houses.”

“Yup, the one on Market?”

“Yeah, see you in 10?”

“See you then,” I hang up and look to see Julie wiggling her eyebrows at me.

“About to go on a date now?” She asks, teasing tone still prominent as ever.

“Shut up. I’ll see you later?” I say walking down the pathway. Julie waves goodbye and I hurry back into my car.

My hands start to feel clammy on the wheel as I realize that I’m about to be alone with Luke, something that I haven’t done since I admitted that I loved him. Driving down the busy streets, my mind races with thoughts of what Luke wanted to talk about. I try to expect the worse as I pull into the parking lot of Jim’s Diner, my nerves having a fantastic party in my stomach. Parking next to Luke’s car, I step out and already see him sitting at a booth in front of a window. Taking a deep breath, I walk in to the diner and to his table. As soon as I sit down in front of him, he stops playing with his rings and looks at me.

“Hi”

“Hey,” Luke licks his lips. I could tell that he was nervous to talk to me, which freaked me out because he’s never nervous around any girl. 

A waiter comes up and Luke quickly tell him our orders before I could even speak up. The waiter walks away, leaving us two in silence.

“So, uh, why were you at my house?” I ask slowly. I hide my hands under the table so he wouldn’t see me twiddling my thumbs.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“About what?” I ask nervously, not prepared for what he has to say. Luke leans forward, placing his arms on the table. He squints at me with a very frustrated expression.

“You know I was happy right? Just doing me, sleeping around, doing whatever the fuck I want. I barely had to work to get girls and it was fun.” 

“Okay, and?” I ask, clearly annoyed. 

“But then you didn’t talk to me and I was mad about that. And then you told me you loved me and I was even more mad. Because now I was confused and didn’t know what to do about one of my best friends loving me. No one has ever loved me before. And then we continued to barely talk and we didn’t have any more breakfast dates. And then I realized that I missed our breakfast dates because I got to spend time with you. And I missed how we would make each other laugh or listen to each other whenever we had to rant about school or parents or whatever the fuck was bothering us and I started to miss how you would smile after you stole my food or try not to laugh whenever I bothered you during class or how you tease me whenever you had the chance. And it isn’t fair that you get to go about your life not knowing how you completely changed mine.”

Oh. Now it’s my turn to be speechless. 

“And now I can’t think of any other girl except you. You and your bright eyes and your food-stealing habits and your smart mouth and your sweet smell and your pretty smile. I can’t think of anyone else to make me happy or be there for me when I’m sad or make me laugh or make me feel all warm inside. And I especially can’t think of doing anything else other than those things for you or think of anyone else doing those things for you.”

He says all this before our food even arrives at the table. As the waiter finally sets all of it down, I remain motionless, unable to do anything after that whole confession. He was breathing heavily through his nose, chewing at his lips.

We never reached for our food. Instead I let my gaze wander from his messy brown hair to his sharp jawline down his neck and to his tense shoulders. His arms bulged as he clenched and unclenched his clasped fists. My eyes flick back up to his eyes that were filled with passion and uncertainty. 

“So what now?” I ask, finally reaching forward for a piece of bacon. He scoffs as I chew with a raised eyebrow.

“What now? I don’t know! I’ve never done this before!” He says leaning back and throwing his arms out in front of him. 

“Well,” I start after swallowing, “after one person confesses their feelings and then the other person confesses their feelings, they usually start dating. Do you want to do that?”

“Yes! That’s what I want. I want this,” he gestures to the table. He sets his hands down and looks at me, blazing hazel eyes set with determination.

“I want you.” 

“Okay,” I say.

“Okay?” I nod my head.

“Listen, I thought it would hurt more to see you go off with all these girls, but it hurt way more to be away from you and your stupid face. I tried to get rid of these feelings, bury them, but I can’t. So I’m not gonna sit here and bullshit you and tell you I don’t want to be with you. But I’m also not gonna bullshit you and tell you that I’m scared.”

“Why are you scared?” He asks quietly.

“It’s pretty obvious, Luke. You’re a fuck boy. Sure, you haven’t looked at another girl in a few weeks, but fuck, who’s to say you won’t in the future or when you’re with me? You said yourself, this reputation has yet to fail you.”

My concerns didn’t come from nowhere. These insecurities have been plaguing me from the moment I realized I liked him. Even if he confessed that he reciprocated my feelings, I was still rightfully hesitant about everything.

“Y/N, I’ve changed.” Luke lets out a frustrated sigh when he sees me raise an eyebrow at him in disbelief. “You’re right - you don’t know and I can’t prove it to you right now, but I swear, I will prove it to you every day if we’re together. You just have to trust that as your boyfriend - no, as your friend, I would never ever hurt you like that. I want you and only you for as long as you’ll have me. Please.”

I take a second to ponder over his words. I can’t lie - it’s a huge boost of confidence to hear Luke almost beg me to go out with him because like he said before, he didn’t need to try hard to get a girl. But his eyes, shining with sincerity and desperation, never looked away from me. 

“Boyfriend, huh?” I ask. Luke slightly nods with his begging eyes.

“Okay, Luke. We’ll try it out. But I want to go slow.” I say firmly leaning forward to gauge his reaction.

“Slow is great, fantastic actually.” he says with relief while leaning forward as well. His grin was so infectious that I couldn’t stop one from growing on my face.

“So Y/N, you want to go on a date? We could go right now and grab breakfast?” Luke gestures to the food already set out in front of us again with a chuckle. I felt my heart stutter and my body start to heat up as I suddenly became the receiving end of his charming smirk and his teasing. He’s never used it on me before, and I’m happy that he hasn’t because I would not have been able to go up against it. I let out a fake gasp at his offer.

“Breakfast? That’s my favorite food! How did you know?” I tease when I reach for my chocolate milk. His eyes soften as he watches me lick my lips from the sweet drink.

“Lucky guess.” 

With that last comment, he finally digs into his food. We both enjoy it in silence, comforted by each other’s presence. There was a warm glow settled over us as we sneak looks and small smiles at each other. It was like we were doing all of this for the first time.

We eventually start talking, catching up over the last few weeks. He actually scolds me for not coming around to rehearsals to which I promised that I would go to the next one. He pumps a fist in the air to celebrate his victory, giving me the perfect opportunity to snatch a small piece of fruit from his plate. Luke doesn’t even bother to protest, opting to lightly kick me under the table instead. I try to kick him back, but he traps my foot between his own. We share a smile when we don’t move our legs and continue to talk about school and whatever else. 

I couldn’t stop stuttering or blushing now that Luke was so obvious about his feelings for me, never missing the opportunity to flirt with me. I literally would’ve never stood a chance if he ever directed his affection at me before. But it was so cute and honestly satisfying to see him falter when I grabbed his hand to hold or flirted back. He still scowled whenever I teased him though, but he would squeeze my hand afterwards and start rubbing his thumb back and forth. It was the best breakfast date I’ve ever had with him. 

When we finish our food, he pays for it (you’ve paid for it 3 times in a row, Luke! - get used to it - Nope, I’m breaking up with you - stop it!) and sets the tip down on the table. I eagerly grab his outstretched hand, our hands fitting together like puzzle pieces. He continues to rub the back of my hand as we step out of the diner. 

“I was actually starving so thank you for that,” I admit, nudging his shoulder. He nudges back with a chuckle.

“So did that count as our first date?” Luke asks as he leans against his car, facing me. I lean against my own, our hands still intertwined.

“I think so,” I nod my head. My heart jumps at the fact that this was actually happening.

“Do I get to kiss you on our first date, or do I have to wait for a second one?” Luke laughs when I scoff at his question. I couldn’t even be bothered to yell at him, just happy that he’s already looking forward to our second date just like I am.

I pull his hand towards me, tugging his body so that he was standing right above me. My gaze that was level to his broad chest moves up to his face, admiring his thoughtful expression. 

“I’ve gotta be honest. I’ve thought about kissing you for a while now.”

“Really?” I ask in surprise, “me too.” He nods as he places his hands on my waist. His hands are warmer than the ones I place on his chest as he brings me in a little closer. “Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”

And Luke did not make me wait. 

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