I'mma need....... 20 "Come back! I'm not ready to get up yet. So you aren't either." for Maeve and Dez bc hehe
I GOT THE WORMS FOR THEM I TELL YOU, THE WORMS!!! @misery-lake
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For someone who wasn’t a morning person, she sure did like rising with the sun. It was likely a force of habit, but one she never bothered to break.
Work took priority, and there was no sleep for the injured and sick (even if she had the clinic closed for the day).
So up she was. She stretched, yawned, did her best to tame the wild nest of curls. Tehi had been sleeping in her hair again, she could tell by the amount of knots in one area.
No matter. She had the day off. Maybe she would bathe and make it a whole hair wash day. That sounded nice.
She smoothed down the front of her nightgown, shifting out of the covers to make tea.
Arms around her waist tugged her back, a sleepy high pitched groan following. She yelped, tipping back into her husband’s(!) arms.
“Come back,” he whined against her now bare shoulder, the force of him pulling her back into bed unraveling the front ties of her pajamas. “I'm not ready to get up yet.” A kiss against the skin there, causing goosebumps to erupt down her arms. “So you aren't either.”
She laughed softly, leaning back into his touch and warmth. Her skin started to glow. “I want to make tea.”
“And I want to cuddle.”
They both knew who would win.
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recreating your first/favorite date
for juke <3
Okay... whew, here it is. Sorry this took forever to actually respond to. Hope you like it!
“Am I allowed to know where we’re going yet?” Luke laughed from the passenger seat of Julie’s SUV.
“Nope,” she answered, giving him a smirk and hoping he couldn’t see her nerves.
It wasn’t like she was unsure as to what he would say. They’d talked about this dozens of times. There were certain things that they had to be totally on the same page about, especially since Luke had only been alive (sort of) for 6 years. She knew they wanted the same thing in the end on this. That didn’t stop it from being terrifying though.
“But I wanna know,” Luke whined, grinning and lacing his fingers with hers when she stopped at a red light. “Also, I could just poof us there, it’d be faster.”
“You got a problem with my driving, Patterson?” she teased.
“No,” he said quickly.
She laughed and turned left when the light turned green. Luke turned up the radio and they sang along to the random pop songs playing as the streets got more and more familiar. As Julie turned onto the street she grew up on, Edge of Great started playing. Luke smirked and started singing her parts. She giggled and hummed that funky guitar riff he only ever played live over the sound of his voice. Julie was still a bit in awe every time she heard it on the radio. They’d first played it almost seven years ago, and the official version had been on their first album, now just over four years old. And yet it still played on the radio from time to time. Because people loved it that much. It was nuts.
As the song ended, Julie pulled into her dad’s driveway. She turned the car off and climbed out, making sure that she still had the little box in the pocket of her lavender sundress. When she got around to Luke’s side of the car, he was giving her a confused look.
“Did your dad invite us over for dinner?” he asked.
“No, I just…” she started nervously, then shook her head. “Come one, I’ll explain in a few minutes.”
Luke still seemed perplexed, but let her take his hand and guide him down the path to the garage. When she arrived at the doors, she glanced back at him, her stomach a bundle of nerves.
“You got this,” he said, giving her that same confident smile he’d given her right before they performed together for the first time and every time since.
She nodded and pushed open the doors. They entered the space together. It had changed a lot since Julie was in high school, but the chairs were still firmly attached to the ceiling. The piano sat quietly under its drop cloth now that Julie wasn’t here to play it every day. The battered couch that really should go to the dump at this point was in its place, leaning against the wall that still held her mom’s favorite acoustic and a bunch of photos.
But there were still changes. Since Luke, Reggie, and Alex had become a part of Julie’s life, the photos on the walls had changed to reflect the new additions to the Molina family. The plants growing in the windows on the back wall were in much better condition thanks to her dad’s constant watering and care. The threadbare rug that had covered the floor since before the boys died had been replaced by a soft, light brown one during Julie’s senior year of high school.
Julie had been there the day before to make sure everything was clean, but she still felt the odd twitch of melancholy as she entered. She felt a bit like this studio when she thought about the girl she’d been when she met Luke. So many things were the same, she was still bold and kind and silly, but she’d grown as well, becoming stronger and more skilled as the years went by.
And then she looked back at Luke, who was right behind her with that confused but encouraging smile. His hair was a bit neater, the life story in his eyes a bit longer, but he was the same boy she’d met all those years ago in so many ways.
“Okay, um, you stay there,” she told him, a bit uncertain as she nudged him toward the empty space below the loft.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he chuckled, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans while he waited.
Julie smiled and crossed to the old stereo. She slipped in a CD and skipped ahead to the track she wanted. Technically, it had just been playing the first song when they were first here, but Lakeside Reflection fit the vibe she wanted better. It was close enough.
She returned to Luke, standing before him and taking his hands in hers. “Luke,” she started, “almost seven years ago, you and Reggie and Alex appeared right here and changed my life. And I know we talk all the time about how you guys brought music back to me and became my family in a way I didn’t know was possible, but it’s so much more than that.”
She took a deep breath and plowed on, looking Luke right in the eye. “You showed me what it means to live like tomorrow might not come. You inspire me to work hard and keep growing every single day. I finally understand how my parents always managed to keep loving each other, even when they argued. Because I love you. Always, even when I’m mad at you. And I want to keep loving you for as long as we have.”
Tears were starting to form in the corners of Luke’s eyes, but he bit his lip. Julie could see in his eyes that he had a good idea where this was going and was trying not to interrupt her. She’d planned to say more, but suddenly she couldn’t remember what. Her eyes were starting to water and she hadn’t even asked yet. And suddenly, the nerves are gone, replaced with pure anticipation. There will be time for all the words she is too choked up to stay later. Only a few of them matter right now.
Julie steps back and drops to one knee. “Luke Edward Patterson, will you marry me?” she breathed, pulling the little black box out of her pocket and opening it so Luke could see the silver band.
“Yes!” Luke exclaimed almost before she finished speaking.
And then she’s in his arms and they’re kissing and she can taste salt on his lips from his tears. Or maybe they’re hers. Both of them are crying, so it’s anyone’s guess. She doesn’t really care though. Yes, marrying someone who died and came back to reality 25 years later wasn’t without its complications, but it was Luke. They’d figure it out. Together. For as long as they could be.
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