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bluefirewrites · 3 years

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I’ve been getting requests to continue the ‘Ray Molina: Crime Scene Photographer and Matchmaker’ one shot, especially for there to be a chapter dedicated to the Juke date. But it’s a one and done kind of thing guys, I’m afraid.

But..

If I were to do a date, this is how I would do it:

It won’t be the movie date because it seemed to have go off without a hitch in the one shot. No, we’re jumping a few dates ahead.

Julie and Luke are going strong. They’ll be at the fair, and we’ll get some inner monologues about how much their lives have changed for the better ever since they started dating and it’d be cute.

Everything is great, the night is beautiful, they’re having a wonderful time.

They’re walking hand in hand after Julie wins Luke a giant stuffed bear, when all of the sudden Julie feels like she’s being watched. She turns around and thinks she sees someone fairly familiar amongst the crowd but she’s not too sure. She thinks nothing of it.

They walk a little further and then it happens again. Julie catches eyes with someone she swears she has seen before, but then they disappear before she and Luke could get too close.

The night goes on, they grab a bite to eat, they ride a couple rides. It’s while waiting in line for the Ferris Wheel that Julie looks off in the distance and- wait a minute? Is that Officer Rabello? Hiding behind the cotton candy machine?

She’s about to call out to him when she notices more familiar faces scattered in the crowds going about the fair- Officer Steranko, Officer Jenkins, Officer Chen-Roberts...

Julie has grown up around these people, around cops, so she's able to pick them out of a group even when they’re trying to be discrete.

And it hits Julie... they were watching her and Luke on their date!

She’s furious, but she doesn’t tell Luke. She knows that Luke has quite the reputation for being a troublemaker and a lot of adults, including his parents, don’t really think too highly of him at the moment and he’s been working so hard to give a good impression on her dad and Carlos.

He wants to prove himself worthy for her. Him finding out that her dad sent his friends to spy on them would only serve to make him feel like he couldn’t be trusted with her.

So she bottles it up, and waits until she gets home to lay it all on her dad.

“I can’t believe you!”

“Julie, what is it?”

“I thought you liked Luke! I don’t see why you feel the need to send your cop friends in to spy on us tonight!”

But this is news to Ray because he did no such thing. So the next day at work, he confront his colleagues, who admit that they have been at the fair the night before.

They all watched Julie grow up, they all knew Rose, they wanted to keep on eye on her. Especially if she’s hanging around that Patterson kid.

Ray is touched that they would be so protective over Julie but that doesn’t excuse them from talking to Luke in that kind of manner.

“Look Ray, I know if it’s my kid dating some punk musician-”

“He’s a good kid! Something you would have known from spying on him last night!”

Ray gets all riled up and starts going on about how amazing of a young man Luke is and how the Molina household has become such a happier and warmer place now that he’s in their lives. He makes Julie happy. He cares for Carlos and he helps out Ray when he can. He trusts him and that should be enough.

The colleagues are all stunned into silence. Then all of the sudden Ray hears someone clear their throat from behind him.

He turns around and finds Luke, waiting sheepishly behind him, apparently stopping by his work to see if they can talk about plans for Julie’s birthday coming up.

Ray pulls him aside, sending one last glare at his friends before leaving the station altogether to talk. Luke appears to be rattled and Ray braces himself.

“How much did you hear?”

“Everything”

“Luke, I’m sorry. I had no idea they were-”

“No one has ever stood up for me like that before,”

Ray frowns, “Well, I bet Alex or Reggie or Bobby-”

“No. I mean, like, an adult,”

“Oh,”

“Did you mean what you said?”

“Of course. Every word,”

“...cool”

From then on Ray eases up on Luke. Well, he has always been warm and kind to Luke but with the occasional jab or putting the fear of God into him in case he ever screwed up. But he stopped doing the latter and just ends up inviting Luke over to the house more, and even encouraged him to bring along his friends, who he hears don’t have that nice of home lives either.

And the cops stop spying on Julie and Luke on their dates because, to be honest, they’ve seen everything they needed to see.

They saw Luke break out into a big smile when Julie won the ring toss and scored him a fluffy teddy bear, how he pulled Julie into a sweet dance while the local band played, how he dashed through the crowd, nearly knocking people over, trying to grab tissues for Julie’s dripping ice cream. And even though he didn’t have sleeves so he couldn’t give Julie his jacket when she got cold, he settled for wrapping her up in his arms the whole time to keep her warm.

They see no need to keep an eye on Julie anymore. Seems like that Patterson kid’s got that covered.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie and the himbos #julie molina #luke patterson #ray molina #crime scene photographer!ray #juke #juile x luke #luke x julie #this is the closest thing you'll get to that date chap y'all #palina

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sunsetcurveofficial · 3 years

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idk if i should ask through here??? but for the prompts you were taking: i thought 10 with merthur?? and 13 with reggie/luke ;))) love your work <3<3<3

thank you for sending them in!! i did peterpatter first, and i’ll do the merthur one in a separate post.

i think this is the first time i ever used present tense in a fic, since this is all about enhancing my writing horizon. was interesting. also idk what this is. it developed a life of its own.

13. “Don’t be sorry… it was kind of cute, actually.”

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Here’s the thing. Luke Patterson isn’t the tidiest person, exactly. His room tends to be messy, his things tend to be scattered all around the studio, and he can never find the shirt he’s looking for. Sometimes he wakes up in a Nirvana mood and all he can find are Green Day shirts. Sometimes he puts his journal down somewhere, because he has to grab a guitar before the riff in his head leaves him again. And then he forgets where he put it and searches for hours until Reggie, Alex, or Bobby hand it to him as if it was right there all along.

It’s just that he gets so into his music that he forgets things sometimes. He also forgets time a lot and then he doesn’t have any left to clean or bring organise his stuff. It drives his Mom rather mad, but Luke can’t help it. He tries, really, but two days later his room always seems to be back to its original state of chaos.

So imagine his surprise when he gets home after practice one night and finds his room all tidy and clean with small notes pinned to random objects, commenting things like ‘Do you really need this, Luke?’ or just ‘Hahaha.’ or ‘Omg, you kept this.’ in what he identifies as Reggie’s handwriting. He’s read enough of his country songs to know. Smiling, he picks up a stuffed bear Reggie once won for him at a fair they went to together when Alex and Bobby were both busy with their own families. Reggie pinned a note to it, saying ‘Nice to see you keeping the tokens of my affection.’

He hugs the bear close to his chest and keeps looking around his room for more of Reggie’s inane commentary. He finds dozens of notes, and decides to keep them where they are. They make something flutter beneath his ribcage, and fill him with warmth and a sense of comfort he only knows from playing his music. He’s not sure how he feels about Reggie coming to his house when he’s not there and rummaging through his things, but at the same time he knows there aren’t any secrets he’s keeping from him anyway, and Reggie knew about his latest fight with his mother. It was pretty bad, so Luke spent the night at the studio where his friend found him in the morning. So, Reggie knew he struggles with keeping his room clean again, causing him to fight with Emily and feel miserable about it, and he decided to help, apparently.

“I’m sorry for not asking first,” Reggie says suddenly, and Luke spins around to find him standing in the doorway, smiling a little sheepishly. “Your mom let me in,” he answers Luke’s unasked question.

“Don’t be sorry,” Luke says softly, gesturing around his room. “This… it was kind of cute, actually.”

Reggie leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms in front of his chest as he raises a suggestive eyebrow and smiles so brightly, Luke feels himself physically react to the sight.

“Aw, you think I’m cute, do you?”

Luke snorts.

“Yeah, man. The cutest.” He’s not lying. Reggie is… the best friend in the world, but he’s also beautiful, and funny, and Luke loves him so much, really.

Oh. Well, okay. That’s a new thought.

Luke hums curiously as he turns away from Reggie to hide the blush rising to his cheeks. He spots another note at the foot of his bed. ‘Remember when we used to pretend your bed is a stage and performed really bad versions of Queen songs on your first guitar?’

Luke does remember. And he feels warm all over again. Oh. So, Reggie? It’s Reggie for him? The decision is quickly made. Luke has always been an impulsive person, and if he wants something, he goes for it. Apparently he wants Reggie now.

He’s about to turn around when he feels Reggie wrap his arms around his waist from behind and rest his chin on Luke’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to hide your pretty blush, you know?” Reggie says, voice lower than usual. Luke feels it right down to his bones.

“Aw, you think I’m pretty, do you?” Luke says, matching Reggie’s tone from before and grinning as he turns his head. It’s an awkward angle, but they’re so close, their noses almost touching, and Luke suddenly has trouble breathing.

“Yeah, man. The prettiest,” Reggie replies, imitating Luke from before, but sounding no less sincere.

Luke hums again.

“This is new. I have to admit I did not see this one coming,” he says softly, curiously glancing at Reggie’s lips. “You and I?”

Reggie leans a little closer, and his lips are ghosting over Luke’s, almost touching, but not quite yet.

“Neither did I. But I had an epiphany while cleaning your room and finding all these memories of us,” Reggie says, his voice barely more than a whisper. He chuckles. “Well, there goes my heterosexuality.”

And then he kisses Luke, and Luke drops the bear he was still holding to turn in his arms and kiss him back, arms coming around his neck to keep him close.

“That’s overrated anyway,” he comments in between kisses, just before they fall onto Luke’s bed together. The very same one they used to play rockstars on when they were 11.

Later that night, Luke finds more notes as he happily sings ABBA songs to himself. ‘Hello pretty boy. What’s up?’ is written on a small yellow note on the corner of his mirror. On his CD copy of The Other Side of the Mirror by Stevie Nicks, Reggie left a note saying ‘I hope I get to kiss you one day just for owning this. Not sure if I mean that platonically… We should probably talk. I hope you don’t find this before I get a chance to talk to you. If you do… well. Surprise? Reggie is having a sexuality crisis and it’s all your fault.’

And when he picks out a fresh shirt from his closet, a note falls out informing him that Luke’s lack of sleeves on most of his shirts played a significant role in Reggie’s crisis about his sexuality.

“You dork,” he mumbles to himself, putting on a Fleetwood Mac shirt for good measure and singing Super Trouper as he dances down the stairs to help his mother with dinner.

“Aren’t you chipper today?” Emily says with a smile when she spots him. “I think Reggie was humming Dancing Queen when he left earlier. May I ask what put you two into such a delightful mood?”

Luke beams at her, shrugging as he does a pirouette.

“I think we’re in love, Mom,” he tells her honestly. He figures there is no need to lie to her, and he’s feeling way too happy to keep it to himself. Emily only looks a little surprised.

“With each other?” she asks.

Luke nods. “Yeah.”

Emily smiles and reaches out to squeeze Luke’s arm.

“Well, that’s lovely. He’s a fine young man, I’ve always thought so.”

Luke hugs her, just because he can and he doesn’t know why they fight so much when they also frequently have moments like this, when he feels so blessed to have her.

The next day, when Luke walks into the studio and finds his friends already gathered and ready with their instruments, he feels all warm and fluttery again as soon as he spots Reggie, so he walks right over to him and kisses him right on the mouth.

Bobby hoots, Alex claps, and Reggie is eager to kiss back.

“Sorry,” Luke murmurs against his lips.

“Luke?” Reggie says as he pulls back. “If you ever apologise for kissing me again, I’m gonna write a hundred country songs about you, and I will get famous with them, and you’ll forever be known as that weird queer country dude’s boyfriend.”

Luke laughs and raises his hands in surrender.

“What a horrible fate. Alright, no apologies from now on.”

He kisses Reggie again, and this time he doesn’t say sorry. He’s not actually sorry, anyway.

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