#jatp fluff

[mxlti-lover]

Missing Touch {L.P.}

Summary: You never wanted the boys finding out about you suffering with severe anxiety, but one night when Luke finds you having an attack alone in your room, it’s the hardest thing he’s had to deal with when it comes to touch.

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, a couple swear words.

Word Count: 744

You have known the boys for a month now.

It took you a while to process the fact you were seeing 3 ghosts and your twin sister, Julie, was now forming a band with them.

You also couldn’t figure out how only you and Julie could see the boys; especially considering you didn’t really have a reasoning on how you could help the boys out. Julie was always the musician out of the both of you.

You weren’t complaining though. After getting to know the boys and slowly getting closer to them, you were happy to have them in your life. Especially Luke.

When you first met them, it seemed as though you and Luke clicked right away; a spark as some would say. He was the first person to go to when you had a problem you didn’t really want to tell anyone close to you about. And he was always coming to you about any band troubles.

The only thing the boys didn’t really know about you yet is how badly you suffered from anxiety. It’s not that you didn’t not want to tell them, you just didn’t want them worrying about you.

That all changed thought when Luke appeared one day while you were having an attack.

• ~ • ~ •

You knew exactly what had triggered your anxiety attack. The math test handed back to you this morning with the F that mocked back at you. You failed. You couldn’t believe it as you always have straight A’s, a 4.0 GPA and even on the honor roll a few times. AP Algebra has been the one subject that’s been nipping you in the ass. You were trying to hide it from your dad - deleting any emails sent to him right away - along with trying to hide it from your aunt Victoria. Though you knew the school probably talked to her about it already.

The attack came on fast as the feeling of stress soon consumed you, making you feel even more overwhelmed. You closed your eyes as you tried to focus on your breathing, but your chest only tightened on you more and the air escaped from your lungs quickly.

You hadn’t even noticed when Luke popped into your room, excited to tell you about a gig Julie and the phantoms had coming up this weekend.

But as soon as he saw you, the excitement quickly washed away and worry soon etched across his face.

He quickly rushed over to you instinctively, but when he went right through you, he realized the one thing he wanted to do, he couldn’t.

Sadness washed over him as he attempted one more time to pull you to him, knowing it would fail miserably.

He sat down as close to you as possible as he watched you.

“I don’t know what’s going on bug, but I know you’re strong enough to fight through it. Just focus on my voice and please don’t give up on those deep breaths.” He spoke softly catching your attention.

You look up at him as you let out a small gasp as he startled you. You shake your head as you didn’t want him to have to see you like this.

“Please…go.” You spoke out the best you could, another small gasp escaping past your lips.

“I’m not leaving Y/N. You shouldn’t be alone like this.” Luke says moving his hand to place on top of yours, ignoring the fact it didn’t actually touch you.

“I-I’m fine…please. just go.” You mumbled as you looked away from him, moving your knees to be tucked close to your chest.

“You can argue with me all you want, but there’s no way in hell I’m leaving you bug.” Luke spoke to you in a gentle tone and you couldn’t argue with him that just him being there made your stress slowly wash away.

You didn’t want him seeing you like this, but there wasn’t much you couldn’t do about it. It’s not like you could push him out of your room or something.

Luke watched as you struggled to catch your breath, tears trickling down your cheeks. He hated how he couldn’t hold you. That’s all he wanted to do. Hug you and whisper nonsense into your ear until you were okay again.

But he couldn’t. Missing touch was the hardest thing Luke had to come to terms with as a ghost.

…the one thing he missed the most.

•~•~•~

Note: I haven’t wrote a fanfic in a long time, so please be nice.🙃

#luke patterson #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson imagines #luke patterson fluff #charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x reader #charlie gillespie imagines #charlie gillespie fluff #julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp imagine

[g1rld1ary]

new release ; luke patterson x fem!reader

➻ synopsis: you'd been playing julie and the phantom's new album on repeat all day before luke comes knocking on your door, and you end up going to dinner with your favourite band

➻ word count: 2515

➻ content: she/her pronouns for reader

➻ wrote this on a whim tonight so enjoy my first luke fic lol !!

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You tapped your fingers impatiently against your desk, willing Spotify to reload quicker, visualising the album you knew was dropping in two minutes. Finally, after 120 seconds that could have been an hour, Julie and the Phantom’s new album was out and available, and you actually might’ve been the first person to listen to it.

You’d been following Julie and the Phantoms since their very first performance was put on YouTube. Admittedly you’d been hopping on the bandwagon — your friends had been raving about it at school and force-fed you their songs, but you’d been genuinely addicted to their music ever since.

Pressing play on the new album you got up, leaving it to play as you began on your errands for the day. You danced around your apartment, putting away the washing and vacuuming and humming along to the singles that had already been released.

Luke was on his way home from his morning run when he could have sworn he could hear his own voice. Stopping, he pulled an earbud out of his ear, looking around for the source of the music. And there, on the third floor, was you. You were out on the balcony, organising the cute set of outdoor furniture you’d shoved in there and dancing ridiculously to Luke’s personal favourite song of the album. He let out a quiet laugh to himself, admiring the carefree way you jumped around, miming the chorus you’d learnt into a can of what appeared to be bug spray. He smiled once more before heading into the building, musing about the odds of having a Phantoms fan live on his floor.

Back up in his apartment he could still hear the music, both your open windows making it sound clear despite not being obnoxiously loud. Luke just shook his head, heading straight to the shower and turning on his own music so he didn’t have to be victim to his own voice all day.

An hour later, you were still listening. You’d just finished the album and evidently wanted to commit it to memory before the day was through. Luke thought it was adorable, and he could feel the gratitude flowing through every inch of him. This was why he wrote music, to resonate with people and make them happy. Plus, now that he knew the cute girl who’d just moved into the apartment opposite him liked his band, he figured he could build up some confidence to talk to you.

Morning turned to afternoon, and you were still playing his album. Luke was flattered, but in slight disbelief. He couldn’t believe you weren’t sick of it yet, though he supposed you didn’t get the same ick he did when listening to his voice. Hearing you learning the words was another bonus, your voice floating in through his kitchen window as he cooked. He thought it was lovely, though far from professional. It was an unreal experience hearing your disembodied voice stumbling through the lyrics, making up ones you’d evidently misheard and improvising your own riffs on top of Julie’s.

Luke wondered whether it was possible to develop a crush on someone based on just their voice. Yeah he thought you were cute the few times he’d seen you coming or going through his street facing window, but your laughter when your voice cracked had him weak in the knees.

When you were still playing his music by four o’clock — you’d branched out to mixing in the rest of their discography by then — he was a little worried for your sanity. Flattered and grateful for the streams, but concerned all the same. At the same time he was worried for himself. He’d offered to host his band and friends for a private celebration of the album release after the official party the night previous, and he thought it may be a little on the nose if you were still streaming their music into the night. He could already hear Alex making fun of him for living next to a fangirl (he did secretly hope you were a fangirl of him though).

So, whilst it wasn’t exactly the meet-cute he’d hoped for, Luke found himself knocking on your door. He knocked again shyly when he heard you turn down the volume, clearly trying to see if you’d heard right. A few soft footsteps on the other side of the door and it was cracking open, your curious expression greeting him. You’d only just moved in and didn’t know anyone to be visiting.

Luke watched you go through the seven stages of grief in real time. Confusion at an unexpected visitor, recognition of him, and then a million shades of humiliation as you realised you’d been listening to his music all day and he could hear. God, you probably looked like an obsessed fangirl (you were, but you didn’t want Luke Patterson to know that). With an embarrassed sound coming from the back of your throat, you asked Luke to give you twenty seconds of privacy. He agreed politely and you shut the door quickly. Slapping a hand to your mouth, you let out a silent scream, trying to let out all your anxious, embarrassed energy as quickly as possible, shaking your limbs about so you could stand still when you inevitably had to grovel for forgiveness to Luke.

Reopening your door, you were taken aback by how at ease Luke looked. And how much hotter he was in person, but you tried to push that thought to the back of your head for the sake of coherent conversation.

“Hi,” You said, resisting the urge to ramble out apologies.

“Hi,” He replied with that stupidly charming grin he wore in all his publicity shoots. “I’m Luke.”

“I know.” Fuck, you didn’t mean to say that. “Um, obviously. I’m sure you’ve heard all the…” You gestured inside to your apartment where his album was still playing quietly. You should’ve turned it off.

“Please don’t be embarrassed, it’s really cute.” Now your blush was for a totally different reason, your favourite singer was calling you cute? You had to be dreaming.

“Is there something I can do for you?” You asked, still unsure of the purpose of the visit, though you weren’t complaining.

“Oh!” Luke looked as if he really had forgotten why he’d come, but covered himself with an easy laugh, “I was just wondering if you could turn down your music a bit? It’s not too loud or anything, it’s not bothering me! It’s just, I’m having the band over tonight and as much as we’re all proud of the album, it feels a bit conceited to have it playing as we hang out privately, y’know?” You were nodding vigorously before he could finish his sentence, spilling out apologies for even playing it in the first place.

“Seriously don’t apologise,” He assured you, catching your eye in a way that made you feel like you couldn’t look away (not that you would’ve wanted to), “I really appreciate you being a fan and supporting us.” In that moment, entranced in his deep honey eyes, you honestly would have done whatever Luke Patterson asked of you, you were completely his. Maybe your parasocial relationships needed some examining.

Forcing yourself to end the moment despite your internal desires, you averted your eyes to the floor and Luke coughed slightly, both of you somewhat dazed.

“Right, well, it was really nice meeting you. Big fan. Guess I’ll see you around?” You said awkwardly, stepping back inside the threshold of your flat. Luke nodded in the same manner, and you were about to shut the door when he called for you to wait.

“Do you wanna come over later? You can meet the band, and it’s always helpful to make some friends in the building. I, uh, know you’re new here.” You nodded, more than surprised, but you sure as hell weren’t gonna turn down this opportunity.

“Yeah, that sounds nice. Thanks.” Luke named a time and you parted ways, neither of you catching the backwards glances you both chanced.

Inside your apartment was a whirlwind of stress. What did you wear for a dinner with your favourite band with an hour’s notice? You might’ve actually tried on half your wardrobe before deciding on your favourite jeans (maybe the ones that made your ass look impeccable, but who’s to say?) and a simple top. It wasn’t the most exciting outfit you could have come up with, not by a long shot, but you didn’t want to make a single wrong decision tonight. All you needed to do was be completely perfect and impress Julie and the Phantoms and maybe get Luke to like you back. Easy stuff.

By the time you were meant to be going you’d managed to do your makeup in a way that didn’t make you want to cry — why did it always turn out awful when you needed it to be good? Slipping your favourite hoops into your ears you were ready, and gave yourself a quick pep talk in the bathroom mirror. You’d never been one for those self-love affirmations, but they couldn’t hurt, right?

When Luke opened the door and his face broke into one of those smiles that lit up the building’s corridor, your nerves quieted themselves somewhat. He swept you under one of his arms leading you further into the apartment as if you’d been friends for years. You tried to take in what you could, and were a little jealous of how nicely his place was decorated — yours was still loaded with boxes and junk.

“Guys, meet my new friend!” Luke announced, and all the heads in the room snapped towards you.

“Um, hi,” You said meekly, remembering to tell them all your name.

“She’s new to the building and I thought it would be nice for her to make some friends!” You smiled internally — Luke had the same personality as in all the interviews you watched, which made you glad. You didn’t know what you would do if he wasn’t all that you imagined.

The night started out a little awkward, at least for you. You were so stressed about making a good impression that you felt a little robotic, answers calculated to try and get the most amount of laughs or agreements. Luke noticed this and gestured for you to take the seat between him and Julie when the meal was served, figuring you’d have the most in common with her, and he was more than happy to talk your ear off if the opportunity arose.

“So, why’d you come to California?” Julie asked, and you explained that you’d moved for school, but it was cheaper to rent the flat than live in the dorms. That in itself was an easy avenue into talking about your roommate who was never around and the classes you were taking this semester. When you asked about Nick, who was sitting on Julie’s other side, he happily joined the conversation to talk about how they got together just after the Phantoms began to get world famous and their (first) show at the Orpheum.

The dinner was loud and messy, and you began to feel right at home. With Reggie flicking beans at Alex, and Luke’s boisterous laughter ringing over conversation, there was a familial ambience to it all.

After the meal the group migrated towards the TV, and you found yourself next to Luke again, sandwiched between him and Willie, who introduced himself as Alex’s boyfriend. You recognised him from Alex’s Instagram, but you left that fact out. You found yourself making easy conversation with them, being the four who got Luke’s couch, whilst the others made themselves at home in armchairs and other seats scavenged from around the flat.

As you spoke to the couple about a restaurant in LA they were recommending, you felt a hand land on your thigh. A glance in his direction showed it was Luke’s, of course, but if his expression was anything to go by he was all but unaware, still speaking passionately to Nick about something. You tried to conceal your blush as your turned back to the gays, but the knowing looks had you hiding your face in your hands.

A movie was turned on and the chatter dulled somewhat, turned down to whispers over the dialogue. You didn’t know how you’d ended up cuddled up into Luke’s side, but you were absolutely not complaining. His arm on the back of the sofa had migrated to sitting around your waist at one point, and you were really hoping he couldn’t feel your racing heartbeat. An accidental glance in Julie’s direction showed her and Nick wiggling their eyebrows suggestively, to which you simply made a bewildered expression, hoping it conveyed how little idea you had of what was going on. Unbeknownst to you, Luke was fighting the same losing battle with the rest of the boys, who were making childish kissy faces when you weren’t looking. Luke handled it better than you, merely shrugging as if to say ‘she’s cute — what do you want me to do?’

A few hours later and the night was winding down. You took your leave after Reggie, not wanting to risk overstaying your welcome and jeopardising the friendships you hoped you were making. The remaining guests all gave you warm goodbyes, begging for you to come back again. Julie even swept you into a tight hug, making you promise you’d DM her to go out for coffee soon. Luke walked you to the door, a gentle hand on the small of your back not going unnoticed by his friends.

“Thanks for coming tonight, I’m really glad we met,” He said, and his shyer tone caught you off guard, but made you smile nonetheless.

“Thank you for inviting me,” You countered, “It was really sweet of you to introduce me to all your friends.” Luke waved it off like it was nothing, which you were sure to him it was.

“Can I see you again soon?” He asked, suddenly looking remarkably like a little puppy.

“I’m only a door away,” You grinned, “You can see me whenever you like. Hey, congrats again on the album. I’d say it’s pretty good.” When you pressed a kiss to his cheek and bade him goodnight, Luke couldn’t have resisted his cheesy grin if he’d tried.

“I love being a rockstar,” He said when he returned to his friends.

“Shut up, man,” Replied Alex, “You’re too whipped to claim any rockstar benefits on this one.”

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[ellsfloriographyy]

past, present, and future.

chapter 1 <3

summary:

After the night of the Orpheum, Julie Molina found herself in a dizzying realization that she barely knew about the lives the phantoms had before they died. Of course, she heard stories occasionally, and the '90s impact never left their sides, despite the fact some of their references didn't stick with her. Yet they pushed through to let go of the past and focused on the future. Instead of Sunset Curve, their future was Julie and the Phantoms, and they couldn't be happier. Yet Julie wasn't. There's a particular grief she's experiencing, and she feels selfish for feeling it in the first place. But she grieves the lives they could have lived if they were alive today.

She understands that a massive weight remains on their shoulders. She wishes to help them alleviate some of that trauma as she did for Luke when speaking to Emily… But there's only so much she can do.

Past. Present. Future.

What could she do to make this second chance perfect? And would it be enough? Enough to make everything last?

She can't lose to the test of time. She won't allow it this time.

Chapter 1: entering the past <3

Frustrated.

It was the only word that came to mind for Julie Molina when describing her current mood. Frustration was the only thing she could pinpoint in the rollercoaster of emotions she was experiencing. At six in the morning to make matters worse, she couldn’t get more sleep even if she tried, so she opted to stay in bed for a while. Plus, her mind had already bolted her awake, and now she was in a bad mood. At least the sunrise was pretty.

It had been roughly over a week since the band’s performance at the Orpheum and well over a week since she almost lost the boys, yet despite all her fears, they were still there. She should be overjoyed; don’t get her wrong, she is! It’s a miracle that they remained, but it leaves another mystery for her to overthink. They may have broken Caleb’s curse, but he could still be lingering... Regardless, she could never have imagined being able to embrace them as she did that very night. The warmth, the presence, and the comfort they provided through touch were simply a daydream of hers. To have it come true made her heart skip a few beats, albeit Luke held her as if she meant everything to him. And a part of her believed it.

“No music is worth making, Julie, if we’re not making it with you.”

His words echoed in her head as she buried herself under the covers, her face heating up as she groaned into her hands. Luke and their “interesting little relationship” were another concern in her mind. Something had changed between them, but with all the chaos surrounding them, she hadn’t had a moment to talk to him, or rather, she had no clue how to bring it up to him… her almost alive but not crush. This past week, they were left with longing glances, shy smiles, and tension that even Reggie could notice. But it wasn’t the only thing killing her.

After the night of the Orpheum, Julie found herself in a dizzying realization that she barely knew about the lives the guys had before they died. Of course, she heard stories occasionally, and the ’90s impact never left their sides, despite the fact some of their references didn’t stick with her. Ultimately, they were still the same 17-year-olds as 25 years ago; all those years felt like nothing to them. Yet they pushed through to let go of the past and focused on the future. Instead of Sunset Curve, their future was Julie and the Phantoms, and they couldn’t be happier.

Yet Julie wasn’t. It didn’t stick right with her that they were practically caught up with her current life. The guys had begun catching up on music, trends, and even movies, even if they were still behind. They knew the latest gossip at school, the new vocabulary, and heck, with the new abilities they carried… It was even possible for other people to see them, too. Although Willie had advised them to play it safe and stay in the garage as things calmed down, they hadn’t tested that theory out yet. Regardless, she felt like a total asshole for not being more involved with their lives, or rather with the lives they had. They had put in so much effort to be in hers, and she adored it more than anything. They were her home, after all. (It was close second place with Flynn, but Carlos, Rose, and Ray always came first.) But she couldn’t help but wonder what they did in their free time, how hard it was at home, and how school was for them. Alex was most likely a fantastic student, Reggie was the class clown, and Luke could have made Sunset Curve the greatest accomplishment of their school. But she couldn’t have known, and she’ll never be able to experience it firsthand. That’s the part that kills her.

There’s a particular grief she’s experiencing, and she feels selfish for feeling it in the first place. But she grieves the lives they could have lived if they were alive today. She understands this new second chance is everything to them, but it’s unfair that their first chance was even ruined in the first place. She understands there’s a massive weight on their shoulders that remains. She wishes she could help them and alleviate some of that trauma. Like how she did for Luke when speaking to Emily… But there’s only so much she can do. That’s where her frustration comes in; she wishes she was more help, and she feels like an idiot for not doing much for them. They made her feel alive again; she could never repay that blessing.

She shuffles around in her bed as her mind wanders to Luke. She shakes the thought away as she sits up and looks out her window at the sunrise.

Past. Present. Future.

What could she do to make this second chance perfect? Was she doing the best she could? Were they happy? What if she loses them again? What if, after everything, she’d be back at square one, grieving and mourning? What could have been? She only snaps out of her spiral when a familiar blonde ghost knocks through her door.

“Julie?” She can almost laugh at how hesitant Alex sounds. He’s the only one so far who’s understood the word “boundaries,” and she appreciates how respectful he is when entering her space. The garage is left for the boys, but when it’s her room, it’s her space alone to breathe. He gets that.

“You can come in,” she coughs to clear her morning voice. She bets they’re the only ones awake right now. “Don’t judge too hard; I don’t look my best! I just woke up.”

He eventually walks in with a small smile, sporting his iconic pink hoodie, but he seems more reserved than usual. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Are you okay?” Julie automatically feels concerned as she looks at Alex. They share lingering eye contact before he looks away at the wall.

“No, yeah, uh, sorry. I just couldn’t sleep anymore. I was looking for some company. Would it be okay if I stayed here with you? Luke and Reggie are fast asleep, and I didn’t want to wake them up. You were the best option. I was just hoping you were awake–”

Before he continues explaining, she pats her bed, asking him to lie beside her. Alex eagerly follows, and his head rests on her lap. Julie can’t help but smile a little. After all the new contact, Alex seems to seek her affection the most. He’s still adjusting to the warm skin, eating again, sleeping again schedule. You know, the basics of life, and she’s happy she’s some comfort to him. But he’s still missing something, and she can only assume it’s the presence of a particular ghost. She hadn’t heard much about Willie, but it was so clear Alex was head over heels for him.

“You’re always welcome to stay here, Alex. You know that, right? And don’t worry; I’ve been up a bit and can’t sleep much either.”

“Yeah. Thank you, Julie.”

Julie smiles at their shared acknowledgment. A few minutes pass, and now she’s running her hands through his hair, humming a familiar tune, but he can’t pinpoint what it is. The silence is comfortable, but he breaks it with a question that leaves a bittersweet taste in her mouth.

“We’re in the same boat, aren’t we?”

She’s not stupid and knows what he’s implying, but it’s hard to admit they’re both stuck in a loop of longing and confusion. She plays with her curls as she sighs in response and nods.

“You gotta talk to him, Julie. I know he’s probably as hesitant as you. But Luke means everything he says, you know? He’s just... He has a hard time putting words into words other than lyrics. He can’t say it, but I promise you he cares.”

That’s her problem. Luke cares too much, and so does she.

What an interesting relationship they have.

Past, Present, Future.

Notes:

hii! my name is ell, i'm a new fanfic writer out here!! anyway, i hope you enjoyed the first chapter of past, present, and future <3 i apologize if its no good, but i hope to only improve as i continue to write! so i hope you stick around :D i wish it was a longer chapter but this is my test run HAHAHA, i hope u understand!

i truly do love this fandom, these couples, and this show so so much. :,) couldn't help myself, so i had to start writing too! i know we've def calmed down as a fandom, but i hope you guys are still here like me :)

i try to be as active as possible, and ill also try to update the moment i cannn! feel free to message me so we fangirl or fanboy together <3

thanks for entering my garden of love & admiration for this media !! ^^

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[legolasghosty]

For willex? Smooching them all over the face, because that’s the only thing that gets them to wake up 💕

Willie rolls over in an attempt to avoid the sunlight that is beginning to filter through Alex's bedroom window. Usually Alex closed his blinds at night to avoid this situation, but with the distinct lack of sunshine in the winter, he'd started leaving them open. Which means that now Willie is awake, whether he likes it or not.

The clock on Alex's dresser reads 7:43, so it's not too early at least. And neither of them have to be anywhere today, so they'd talked about a lazy day in.

Willie glances over at their boyfriend, still sound asleep beside them. He's had a long week, they should let him sleep in. Alex's face is relaxed in that way it only ever really is when he's sleeping. Like the anxiety that haunts him every day is but a distant memory, the cares of the world and the trauma of the past merely fairy tales he read in a book. He's so beautiful.

It takes a tremendous amount of self-control for Willie to stop himself from running his fingers through the tangled, golden strands of Alex's hair or brushing his lips against his smooth brow. But they don't. He deserves the rest.

Instead, Willie clambers out of bed, closes the blinds, and heads for the bathroom. Alex is not a morning person, but Willie has learned a trick or two in the years they've been together. First trick: food.

He changes into a pair of sweats and one of Alex's hoodies(not the pink one, that's in the wash still from the...ketchup incident a few days ago), before pulling on his shoes and heading out the door. They don't bother doing anything with their hair. With luck, it will only be 20 minutes or so till they're back home anyways.

Willie breaks into a light jog as soon as he exits their apartment building. It's only a few blocks from home to Moon Pies, their favorite bakery. And he likes to think that the staff there like him and Alex as well. They do pop by for treats on a fairly regular basis.

"G'morning, Willie," the person behind the counter greets when they enter.

"Hey Aspen," Willie responds, grinning. "How's the shift going?"

"Same old, same old," Aspen chuckles, already heading for the bakery case. "The boss is trying out some new cookie recipes later though, so that should be tasty!"

"Oooo, any chance I can get a sneak preview?" Willie inquires, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Well he hasn't made them yet, so probably not," Aspen retorts, chuckling.

Willie shakes his head in mock disappointment. "Well then I guess the usual cinnamon rolls and lemon tarts will have to do."

"Treating your man I see," Aspen says as they pull the pastries from the case and slip them into little wax paper bags.

"First time we've both had the day off at the same time in like two months," Willie admits. "A decent breakfast is the least I can do."

Aspen nodded in understanding. "You guys enjoy it," they told him, accepting his card to pay for the treats. "And tell Alex I say hi."

"Will do," Willie answers, taking the bags and their card.

The little bell above the door chimes as he leaves, the December wind pulling at his hair as he steps outside. They shiver and hurry toward home. While it's not really that cold, it's a bit nippy in just his sweats and hoodie.

It takes a bit of fumbling to get the apartment door open without dropping anything, but Willie manages. He spreads out the fresh treats on the kitchen island and flips on the hot water kettle before heading for Alex's bedroom. Their boyfriend is still asleep when they poke their head through the doorway.

"Alex?" Willie calls softly.

The man in question doesn't stir. Willie laughs and heads for the bed. He tries tugging gently on the blankets tucked in around Alex's (very pretty and bare) torso, but that just makes Alex grip them tighter.

"Lexi, I got breakfast," Willie says, even as he climbs onto the bed, on top of his boyfriend.

Alex groans a bit at the weight of Willie's hips on top of his thighs but his eyes don't open. Willie smirks and leans forward, bracing himself up with one arm on the pillow beside Alex's head as he pecks him on the nose.

"Earlyyyy," Alex moans, the word wrapped up in sleepiness.

"I have cinnamon rolls," Willie retorts. They press another little kiss right between Alex's eyebrows. Then another on his temple, and another up by his hairline.

"'y can wait," Alex mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut tighter.

"But they'll get cold," Willie points out.

He brushes his lips against Alex's eyelids, enjoying the little warm feeling in his chest when they relax against his mouth. They continue their mapping of Alex's face, kissing along his cheekbone, then down to his chin and over to the other side of his face.

They finally give in to the urge to bury their fingers in his hair, all smooth and soft from being washed the night before. Alex hums and turns his head a bit to let Willie trail kisses along his jaw. Willie giggles and takes the chance to brush his lips against the sensitive spot just behind Alex's ear. Alex's breath hitches at the contact and he slowly opens his eyes a crack.

"You're pretty," he mumbles. One hand lets go of the blankets to slide under Willie's hoodie, up his bare back.

"Look who's talking," Willie teases, brushing his nose against his lover's.

"Sunshine," Alex grumbles, the nickname not coming out nearly as annoyed as he probably intended as he cups the back of Willie's neck with his free hand and pulls him into a kiss.

Willie smiles against Alex's mouth and lets Alex tug them all the way down on top of him. Screw every person who ever told them that moving in together would ruin their relationship. How could that possibly happen in a world where he got to kiss Alex good morning every single day?

After a minute though, they pull back slightly. "The food is gonna get cold," they point out regretfully.

Alex groans but nods. Willie rolls off of him and offers him a hand up. Alex seems to consider using it to pull Willie back down onto the bed, but gets up.

"You owe me kisses later for waking me up," he warns as he heads for the bathroom.

"Oh no, whatever shall I do?" Willie jokes. "I have to kiss my beautiful boyfriend some more. What a punishment."

"Troublemaker," Alex teases, turning to steal another quick peck.

"Love you," is all Willie can say when he pulls back.

"Love you too," Alex responds immediately. "Now please tell me you have tea going?"

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp fanfic #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp #look they're in love okay? #I'm just the stenographer #domestic fluff my beloved

[interestinglittlerelationship]

Parachute by John K

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #willex for the soul #fluff and angst #parachute #John K #music #my gifs

[genuine-possum]

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[littlemissaddict]

Hi!! I don't know if you still have your request list open but I really would like you to write luke Patterson x reader when the reader is always so guffy and childish. So reader is sick and luke take karę of them and maybe lullaby them to sleep by singing them and rocking them please

Also English isn't my mother language so please forgive me for any mistakes love you bye

Also feel free to ignore me if you want to byeeeee

Hello!!! My request list is always open and although I don't really write for any jatp characters anymore here's a little something, I'm sorry it's only short and sweet. Also don't worry your English is great :)

"Luke" you moan, voice hoarse from the soreness of your throat, "I'm gonna die" you pout up at him with wide innocent eyes that lack their usual shine but even still you're full of playful dramatics.

"You are not gonna die" Luke rolls his eyes as he answers but the fondness that swirls within them whenever he looks at you never falters even though you claim you're dying when it's only a cold. "Here drink this, it'll help soothe your throat" he offers, handing you the mug of hot water, lemon and honey.

You take it from him, puffing out an exaggerated breath of air in attempts to cool the hot drink so that you don't burn your mouth on it and Luke can’t help but chuckle at your childish antics. “Don’t laugh at me I’m sick” you sniff, nose beginning to run as you look around for some tissue though Luke seems to know as he grabs the box from your nightstand and holds it within your reach and you thank him with a smile.

Once you’ve drank your drink you have to admit that your throat does feel a lot better, for now anyway. As you pass Luke the mug to put back on your nightstand you lie back against the mountain of pillows that you seem to have made in an effort to keep yourself propped up so that your not coughing every two seconds. Adjusting your covers so that you don’t feel the cold that you were complaining about earlier, Luke moves to sit next to you on the bed, his back against the headboard seeing as you have all the pillows but even still you find yourself dropping your head to rest against his shoulder as the sudden need to be closer to him fills your body.

“You needing cuddles now?” he asks, voice soft as he feels you nod against him in answer to his question. Allowing him to guide your body so that he can get you in a position that’s going to be more comfortable for you so you don’t end up with a crick in your neck, you let him slide an arm behind your back as he encourages you to cuddle closer into him and you hum contentedly as you relax.

It’s not long before you find your eyelids growing heavy whether it be the combination of the hot drink and Luke’s body warmth lulling you into a slumber or just your lack of sleep from the night before but whatever it is he seems to notice. Feeling his hand come up to run through your hair, you can’t help but let your eyelids flutter closed as you let him soothe you further but then when he quietly starts humming a tune you vaguely know is when you know the sleepiness filling your body is inevitable and that you’ll succumb to it sooner than you thought.

And you do, wrapped in his arms as he softly lulls you into a peaceful sleep is the moment that it cements in your mind that you never want to lose the loving boy you’re lucky to call yours.

#requested #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson x reader fluff #luke patterson oneshot #luke patterson drabble #luke patterson fluff #luke patterson #julie and the phantoms #jatp #weepingtragedytiger

[wolfprincesszola]

Lightbulb (Julie and the Phantoms)

Am I posting for an almost dead community? Yes, but when am I not? Enjoy.

Masterlist ——————– Summary: Luke finds a cute girl in his college class and finds himself obsessed with wanting to learn more about her. However, she isn't making it easy with her quietness. Then, he watches as she lights up like a lightbulb.

Trigger Warnings: None

Content Warnings: None ——————–

When Luke Patterson had walked into his Calculus I class, he had noticed that there were only a few people in the class. He was not a stranger to the college experience and of the unsaid courtesies students gave to one another but there was a really pretty girl that hadn't reserved the spot next to her like most had with their backpacks. Luke immediately headed towards her table, sitting down next to her. She looked up at him, a little spooked.

"Is this Calc I with Professor Nash?" He asked to try and make conversation with her.

She looked at him to process what he said before nodding and going back to her work. She was writing in a notebook.

Great...he really just ruined his chance to be her friend and get to know her by spooking her, didn't he?

He got ready for class and pulled his things out. The two focused up as the professor entered the classroom.

"Good morning, everyone. Before we get started for class, I'd like to pass out the attendance form. Just initial where your name is and pass it to the next person."

Luke went to grab a worksheet at the front while he waited for the attendance sheet. Once he was back, he was given the form and searched through his backpack for a pencil. Although calm at first, he became frantic soon after when he couldn't find anything. He could see the girl next to him eyeing him and he got even more embarrassed. Why couldn't he just do one thing around a pretty girl without messing it up?

Then, there was a blue No. 2 pencil, decorated with music notes, in front of his face. He looked over to the girl who seemed unbothered and instead smiled at him.

Searching for his name, he initialed where it said "Patterson, Luke" with a "LP". Then, he thanked her and gave her both the pencil and the form. She herself also scanned the paper, but he noticed she glanced at Luke's initials too. Maybe it was just a coincidence. He tried glancing where she initialed subtly, but was unable to upon seeing her pass it too quickly to the back.

The rest of class was with the two minding their own business and doing their own work. The only time they discussed was during class discussions where they had to look over each other's work. He noticed how quiet and shy she was.

When the class was over, she had left before Luke could even have a chance to talk to her.

The next 16 weeks he spent next to her consisted of the same nervousness. Luke always sat next to her as she always arrived early and sat down early. He always passed the attendance form to her, although he started bringing his pencils to class. She was always ready to offer him a hand when he needed something. He always helped to check her work. They always had small quiet conversations that never seemed to give Luke any insight into who she was. She was very quiet and like always, Luke never got her name as she was always out the door before he could even blink.

Then, the class was over and Luke was back to square one. Maybe he would see her around campus, though he doubted it. She would probably be the Mystery Girl for all his life and he was forever doomed to wonder who the Mystery Girl was and who she could've been to him.

Spring term came and Luke begrudgingly attended his Calculus II class in mourning, knowing what happened at his last Calculus class. As he walked in, his heart sank as it was an empty classroom. A little part of him was hoping that Mystery Girl would've been there waiting as if she knew he would come. He sank his head into his seat and pulled out his things for class as he waited for students to file in and for the class to start.

Then, someone placed a book down next to his seat and sat in it without saying anything. Luke looked up and his heart fluttered upon seeing Mystery Girl.

Oh, right, he was an idiot. The Calculus classes were 3-term classes from Calculus I ranging all the way to Calculus III.

She gave an awkward smile to him and he returned it.

Maybe things were finally going his way.

When class finally started, the professor flipped open the syllabus, asking everyone to introduce themselves to their neighbor for ten minutes.

Luke took that time to turn to the Mystery Girl and finally smiled at her to ask the question he had been wanting to ask her for the past 16+ weeks. "Hi, what's your name?"

"Julie. You're Luke, right?"

"Yeah, good memory." Luke gave a small smile. He knew that she must've seen him sign his name on the form. "You have a really pretty name."

"Thanks." Julie smiled. "We were in the same Calc class last term, right?"

"Yeah." Luke nodded.

Julie nodded before looking at the board, "We should probably go down the list of icebreakers. What's your favorite hobby?"

"Singing and writing songs, probably." Luke shrugged, "I have a band. What about you?"

"You have a band?" Julie gasped in excitement, "I write music too."

Luke watched as Julie lit up, almost like a lightbulb, and suddenly, the conversation went from forced awkwardness to a flowing natural conversation. She burst into a rant about her mother introducing her to the world of music and the school she attended. Luke didn't feel any anxiety to talk to her anymore and suddenly, 10 minutes had gone by and the two still had more to talk about.

At the end of class, Luke knew he couldn't let the moment slip by, so he stopped Julie before she could leave.

"Can I have your number?" He asked, "There's just so much more I want to talk to you about."

"Sure." Julie smiled at him and Luke noticed that once he turned on her lightbulb of enthusiasm, there seemed to be no way to turn it back off.

He was completely fine with that.

#julie jatp #julie molina #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #luke jatp #julie x luke #jatp #fluff #college au #modern au #luke is not dead

[onlygenxhere]

"I’m just saying it could be a ghost." for the chaotic writing prompts, please? (And maybe make it Juke, please? :D)

“Luke!” Julie called from the living room.

“Yeah Jules!” he called back from the kitchen where he was making some brownies.

She came into the room and stopped with her hands on her hips. “That lamp by my reading nook is out again.”

“Yeah, I’ve changed that bulb three times in the last two weeks.” He nodded as he continued to stir the mix.

“Ok…” he glanced up as her voice trailed off to see her coming closer. She leaned on the island in front of him. “I really didn’t want to get a new lamp so soon but it must have some kind of wiring problem.” She sighed. “I guess we need to get a new one.”

“Well…” he bit his lip and glanced up at her. “I’m not sure getting a new lamp will fix the problem.”

“Why?” she frowned at him.

“I think the apartment is haunted.” He shrugged and went back to his mixing, “or at least the living room is.”

She was quiet so long he looked back up at her to see Julie just gaping at him.

“I’m just saying it could be a ghost.” He grinned at her.

She finally closed her mouth and scoffed. “You think you’re some kind of expert because you used to be one?”

“Well yeah!” he smirked at her. “Reggie used to do stuff like that at your dad’s all the time when we all lived there.”

“He what?!” Julie laughed.

He turned to get the brownie pan and started to pour the batter in. “He used to loosen the light bulbs just enough for them to flicker and sometime that would make them blow.”

“That little shit!” She giggled and leaned across the counter and giving him a poke in the arm. “And what did you do?”

“Nothing!” he scraped the bowl with the spatula and then handed it to her to lick.

“Really?” she said taking the utensil with a grin.

He bit his lip and turned away placing the brownies in the oven and setting the timer before finally turning back to her. “Ok, once I turned the heat on in the summer so you’d stop wearing those oversized sweat shirts in the house.”

“Luke!” she dropped the spatula and ran around the island trying to grab him.

He ran in the opposite direction giggling.

“You were so stinking cute in those sweatshirts but you were also hot as fuck in those little sundresses you wore.” He smirked at her from the other side of the island, both of them breathing hard from running around in circles. “I was a seventeen year old boy Jules my frontal brain hadn’t finished developing!”

She started after him again and they were both laughing as she kept trying to catch him to no avail.  

“You know my dad thought the ac was actually broken and called a repair man who charged him a hundred bucks to turn it on?” she panted out as they went around and around.

Luke stopped and she ran into him with a grunt.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, both of them breathing hard. “I actually didn’t know that.” He pouted. “Now I feel guilty.”  

She took another deep breath and blew it out hard. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “So maybe you owe my dad a hundred bucks and Reggie owes him a box of light bulbs.” She ran her nails up over his scalp and he closed his eyes leaning into it. “You were still the best ghosts any of us could have wished for.”

He grinned and opened his eyes. “And you are the best lifer that ever could have called us back from purgatory.”

“I did a little more than that.” She raised her eyebrows at him.

He chuckled, “That you did.”

They stood there swaying in the kitchen just looking at each other for a long time.

“You gonna buy me another lamp?”

He nodded, “If it happens again are you going to admit it could be a ghost.”

She snickered and nodded. “What are we gonna do if you’re right?”

“I don’t know,” he looked over her head toward the living room. “leave out a pad of paper and a pen and see if they can tell us why they hate that lamp so much.”

She giggled against his chest. “Maybe I should leave my laptop open to a page with lamps on it and they can just click ‘add to cart’ on the one they like best.”

Luke shook with laugher as they held each other. “Worth a try, might save us some time and money.”

Julie scoffed, “I’m not attached to that specific lamp anyway. One of my cousins got it for us as a wedding gift.” She grinned up at him, “Wasn’t even on our registry.”

He clutched her hand to his heart. “It wasn’t on the LIST… for shame!”

“Hey I wouldn’t mock the wedding list,” she bumped his chest with their hands. “You got two new guitars out of it.”

“And you know what?” He swayed them around in a circle.

“What?”

He leaned his forehead against hers. “I’d give it all back as long as I got to keep you.”

“Sweet talker,” She titled her face up and whispered against his lips. “Shut up and kiss me.”

They kissed and swayed in the kitchen standing between the island and the oven till the timer went off for the brownies and if there was a ghost in the apartment well… they better pick out a nice lamp for his wife. She deserved only the best.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #fic prompt #domestic fluff

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

Oh! I almost missed these!

Yeah that sounds like a you problem and Bobby?

Okay, so. I know normally prompts are for fun times but... I needed something platonic. And something with one of the girls after all I've been writing for the last week. So. That + my own family drama means we got Bobby & Carrie sibs. Hope that's okay!

He can hear the loud stomping from down the hall and smiles to himself. Does he need to be in here tonight? No. Does it fuel him knowing how mad she’s going to be about it? Yes, absolutely. He needs to get his kicks from somewhere, right?

He schools his face back into a neutral expression, focusing back on his game. He continues half listening down the hall while he plays.

“Bobby!” Carrie shouts as she appears in the doorway, “I told you that I needed the TV room tonight!”

He doesn’t look up from his game. “It’s a common area, Carrie. You don’t get to lay claim to it just because you want. I was here first.”

“We talked about this,” she seethes through clenched teeth. 

Bobby has to concentrate to prevent himself from grinning. She is so predictable.

“You talked,” he reminds her. “I didn’t agree to anything.”

Carrie throws her hands up as she shrieks, “I hate you.”

Bobby shrugs. “Okay, and?”

She huffs defiantly, somehow managing to restrain herself from stomping her foot. “You’re the absolute worst brother.”

“How could you know? I’m your only brother. Besides, if it wasn’t me, it could be someone like…” he trails off, dragging out the teasing for as long as possible. “Reggie.”

Carrie draws in a sharp breath and Bobby manages to refrain from laughing. He knows that Carrie has a complicated relationship with Reggie. Much like everyone, if he’s being completely honest. Sometimes, he annoys the absolute shit out of them with his goofiness and naivete but there’s always an undercurrent of adoration. You can’t help but love Reggie. 

Well, most people, anyway. 

“Or Luke,” he adds, relishing in the way that she goes silent. 

“I’d have murdered him in the womb,” she says finally, voice dripping with derision. 

Bobby coughs out a laugh at that. 

Carrie sighs, “So can I have the room, please? The girls will be here any minute.”

“No,” he says simply. 

This time, she does stomp her feet. She lets out an angry growl. “I wish you’d never been born!” she yells as she storms back down the hall.

“That makes two of us,” he mutters

He was apparently louder than he’d intended because she doubles back.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks from the doorway. He can hear the conflict in her voice, her tone somewhere between anger, annoyance, and worry.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Bobby decides he’s done playing his game, both the one on the television and the one with his sister. He saves and shuts down the console. He gathers his handful of things and stands, turning to face a very confused Carrie. 

“What are you-?” she asks. 

“I changed my mind. Have fun,” he says, brushing past her and toward his bedroom. 

It’s not long after, maybe half an hour, when there’s a knock on his door. 

“I don’t want to talk,” he calls, “leave me alone.”

Carrie opens his door a crack, just wide enough to see into his room. “Well too bad,” she tells him.

Bobby rolls his eyes, “Don’t you have friends to entertain?”

“They’re fine without me for a few minutes. I’m worried about you.”

He studies her for a moment before redirecting his attention to the book in his hand. “Yeah, that sounds like a you problem.”

She pushes his door open further, stepping into his room fully. She crosses her arms over her chest, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I didn’t ask you to be and it’s not my problem. You deal with your feelings and I’ll deal with mine.”

“Are you though?”

“Am I what?”

“Dealing with your feelings.”

He stares at her. “Are you?” 

“We’re not talking about me.”

“Exactly. I’m not your problem. You’re not mine. Go away.”

“Don’t say I never cared about you,” Carrie huffs as she turns on her heel to leave.

“Close the door!” 

She turns back to glare at him before wheeling back around and slamming his door closed behind her. 

Bobby sighs. He fumbles around for his bookmark, inexplicably finding it behind his pillow. He slides it into place to mark his spot and closes his book. 

He climbs off his bed, crouching down beside it. He reaches in under his mattress to dig out his secret notebook. He might not want to talk about his problems but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deal with them. In the only real way he knows how, anyway.

Bobby crawls back into his bed and digs out a pen from his bedside table. It’s not much but if he maybe gets a line or two to contribute to Luke’s next masterpiece, then so be it. If it helps to clear up some of his thoughts at the same time? Even better.

#there is unfortunately no fluff here #but a whole lotta fun sibling dynamics #thanks for the ask! #answered ask #prompt fill #nobody writes #nobodys fics #jatp #carrie wilson #bobby shaw

[juke-fic-recs]

Darkness Would Turn to Light by @pearlcaddy

Teen And Up | One-Shot | 4.1k | Complete

Select Tags: Living!Phantoms AU, Alternate Universe - Famous, Touring, Friends With Benefits To Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Aged-Up Characters, Long Distance, Family Illness

Nearing the end of an exhausting year on her solo tour, Julie is on the verge of a breakdown. Luke tries something desperate to help.

Anonymous says: One of my favourite fics I've ever read. Emotional, sweet, raw, perfect Juke. Made me cry in the best way.

#rating: t #format: oneshot #length: 1k to 5k #status: complete #tag: fluff #tag: angst #tag: au #tag: alive #tag: agedup #tag: modern #tag: friends #tag: famous #tag: hc #medium: fic #author: pearlcaddy #juke #jatp #jatp fic #jukeboxsource

[g1rld1ary]

hi baby !! 🧡

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

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

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

pshsshssh thank you !! 🌼🌼

sick days ; luke patterson x fem!reader

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

➻ word count: 1905

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Only for you, love.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kay, goodnight Lukey. I love you.”

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

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[thedeathdeelers]

literally just juke fluff on this fine juke jeudi

“what?”

the corners of luke’s mouth twitch at her question, but he doesn’t answer — just continues to stare at her in a way that makes her want to melt to the floor and seep through the cracks of the studio floor.

julie sighs loudly as she closes her eyes in an attempt to shake off the feeling, yet the soft brushes of his fingertips against her skin only cause her cheeks to grow warmer. she takes in an unsteady breath, then opens her eyes again.

— only to find him still staring at her in the same intense way.

“whaaaat?” she tries again, her voice rising in pitch.

luke lets out a soft chuckle at the sound, but still refuses to speak, choosing to shake his head instead as his eyes somehow grow even softer (in an intense way. was that possible? julie thinks it’s possible. and it’s driving her crazy).

(and that’s probably the only reason why julie ends up blurting out her next (mortifying) sentence.)

“luke, can you please stop looking at me the way you look at your guitar?”

the moment that last word slips through her lips, julie smacks her hand over her mouth, eyes widening to twice their size as luke’s fingers still against her cheeks.

they stay that way for a moment, neither moving (julie barely breathing), as julie’s heartbeat drowns out any and all thoughts buzzing through her mind.

luke’s the first to snap out of it, a slow grin spreading across his face as he leans impossibly closer, the tips of his fringe tickling her skin.

“do i?” he whispers, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

julie tries to reply with something witty — hell she would’ve liked the ability to just nod — but all she finds herself capable of doing is to continue to stare at luke like a dear caught in headlights.

she swallows audibly, the sound echoing in her own head.

“Hmm,” he starts, pulling away ever so slightly. julie’s eyes follow his, unable to look away as he takes her in, as if for the very first time. his grin slowly disappears, only to be replaced by a small, almost shy smile.

“the boys always said i looked at my guitar like it was the love of my life.” luke nods at his own words, his eyes following the stroke of his thumb up and down her cheek. “i guess they were right.”

his eyes make their way back to her, a shiny quality to them that wasn’t there before.

and so as he continues to stare at her like he would his guitar, julie finds herself staring back, unable (and not willing) to break the moment, even if it meant melting and seeping through the cracks of the studio floor.

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[esserenorris]

coffee shop x charlie gillespie

inspired by:

warnings: none, pure fluff

a/n: very random, i found this in my notes app :) enjoy <3

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the back corner of your favorite coffee shop has always been your safe place.

well it was, until one rainy afternoon a boy, who you've never seen before, was sitting there in the chair next to the window, scanning the library next to YOUR table, because it was your table, anyone who was a regular client knew this.

your stare must've been really intense because the barista approached him and asked him kindly if he could leave the table. his eyebrows turned to a frown, but nonetheless he complied and stood up after grabbing the book he was looking at before he was interrupted.

you walked up to the table as he walked towards your direction. you two met halfway and the space between you became narrow, making you both have to do the little dance you have to do when you have to let people through. you were about to let yourself be enchanted by his eyes but when your chests were too close and your arms stroked each other you noticed the book he grabbed.

“i'm sorry but that’s the one i’m reading” you said, taking the book out of under his arm. your irritated tone made him raise his eyebrows and then switch his eyes from yours to the barista who just held his hands up.

“i’m sorry” he said, putting his face way too close to yours and his hand on your waist, seemingly to gain balance as the space reduced when you put your arm back, but you swear you saw in his eyes that he was loving how your skin reacted.

“you already took my spot, this one’s mine now” he grabbed the book back from your hand and sat down in another table.

even though you decided not pay too much attention to the boy, your eyes couldn't help but go from the book to his face and more often than less, stay there, trying to catch his eyes, that seemed way too interested in the book he stole from you. it's not until he started smiling, that you noticed he knew what you were doing.

“i'm not giving it back” he muttered and took a sip of his coffee, trying to hide his bright, mocking smile.“you can come here and i'll read it to you if you want. i know you are dying to come over here anyways.”

your exasperated grown made him giggle, which made your heart skip a beat.

that was your last straw, you stood up and left the coffee place, taking one last look at him. he was looking for something on his backpack and didn't seem to notice you leave.

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you were an early bird the next day. taking the book out of the bookshelf and sitting down in your place, smiling and putting it up to your chest.

“reunited again” you said, letting out a breath, and opened it up where you left off.

while your eyes scrolled down the pages, you noticed little notes in the margins and your favorite phrases underlined in pencil. when your fingers traced the handwriting, you caught yourself smiling at the quirky comments someone added to your book. you were too distracted to notice the barista approaching you.

“someone left this for you” he said, handing you a note. you frowned and open it:

« "we would be together and have our books. at night, be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright."

maybe we don’t have to hate eachother, see you soon.

- charlie :) »

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[interestinglittlerelationship]

inside Willie's phone

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[genuine-possum]

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