Summary: There's something suspicious about Luke's new girlfriend
content: swearing, angst, some fluff, supernatural aspects, spooky (a little)
wc: 7.4k
notes: ik i'm a few days late from halloween but i really wanted to put out a supernatural-esque fic for you guys! halloweekend was insane for me so again sorry this is almost a week post-halloween! hope you guys like this as much as i enjoyed writing it!! this is different than my usual stuff but i still love it
The lights were dimmed low in the apartment, the only glow coming from some twinkling fairy lights and candles flickering in jack-o'-lanterns. Luke could feel the music in his chest as he stood near the kitchen counter, nursing a beer. He usually didn't go all out for Halloween, but Jack had insisted he join the team for their party, saying her needed to get out and let loose. They'd even coaxed him into a costume--one of his jerseys and some fake scars on his face, almost too close to his usual look to be considered a costume.
"Lighten up, Lukey!" Jack clapped him on the back, grinning through his over-the-top vampire costume, his girlfriend tucked close to his side. "It's Halloween! Have some fun!"
Luke rolled his eyes, but cracked a smile. He scanned the room lazily, half-focused on all his friends and chaos of laughter and music. He was just about to glance away when he saw her.
She was standing alone, near the edge of the room, and she was... stunning. Her hair spilled over her shoulders like waves, catching the dim light and shimmering in shades that seemed almost impossible--dark but with an almost etheral glow. Her dress, flowing and midnight blue, hugged her figure perfectly, and she moved with a calm, mesmerizing grace that cut through the noise of the crowd.
Their eyes met, and his stomach flipped.
"See something you like, bro?" Jack nudged him, following his gaze, his girlfriend giggling beside him. Luke blinked, snapping out of his trance. He could feel his cheeks heating up, and Jack just laughed, rolling his eyes. "Go talk to her, dude. Looks like she's waiting for someone to notice her."
Luke hesitated, but something inside him urged him forward. He took a deep breath, gripping his drink a little tighter, and started weaving through the crowd until he reached her side. She looked up, her eyes catching his with an intensity that felt magnetic. They were deep and dark, like the ocean at night--bottomless, mysterious, dangerous.
"Hi," he managed, suddenly feeling like he'd forgotten how to form sentences.
A smile played at her lips. "Hi," she replied, her voice smooth and musical, like a song he'd heard once but couldn't quite remember.
For a moment, they just stood there, caught in the haze of the party, but it was like nothing else mattered. Luke felt a strange pull, something unexplainable that made him want to stay rooted there, by her side.
"I'm Luke," his voice sounded breathless even to him.
"Marina." Her named rolled off her tongue like silk, and she extended her hand. When he shook it, her touch was warm, but it sent a chill straight to his core, leaving a strange tingling feeling where their fingers had connected.
"Not much for Halloween parties?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound too awkward.
She shrugged, her smile mysterious. "I don't usually come to things like this. But... something told me tonight was worth it."
His pulse quickened. It was probably nothing, but he felt like she was looking right through him, reading him in a way that made him nervous. He shook it off, laughing a little. "Well, welcome to the chaos. It's a bit wild, but it's a good time, I think."
"Chaos isn't always a bad thing," she leaned in a bit closer. "Sometimes it's exactly what we need."
Her words seemed to have a hypnotic effect on him, and he found himself nodding, his gaze locked with hers. Everything in the background faded. He could barely remember what he'd been thinking about just minutes before.
"Luke!" Nico's voice cut through his trance. Luke flinched, snapping his head toward Nico, who was standing with a raised eyebrow, watching the two of them with curiosity. He smiled, but there was a strange look in his eyes, like he'd interrupted something he didn't trust.
"Oh, hey, Nico," Luke blinked, trying to shake off the foggy feeling. He looked back at Marina, but she didn't seem bothered by the interruption. Instead, she just offered Nico a polite smile, tilting her head in acknowledgment.
Nico's eyes flickered between them, lingering a second too long on Marina. "Just checking in, man. You've been a little quiet tonight."
Luke laughed it off, feeling a strange surge of frustration at Nico's interruption, even though he knew his friend was looking out for him. "I'm fine," he said, a little too quickly. "Just... talking."
"Alright. Just wanted to make sure you're good."
Marina's eyes glittered with amusement as Nico walked away, and she turned back to Luke. "Your friend seems... protective."
"He just worries too much," Luke replied, a bit embarrassed.
"Well," she murmured, her voice like a gentle wave lapping at the shoreline, "tonight, you don't have to worry about anything. Just... enjoy yourself."
~~
Luke couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so... alive. As the night went on, the others in the apartment had faded away into blurs, leaving him fully focused on Marina. She seemed just as absorbed in him, her dark eyes watching him with an intensity that made his pulse race.
"So," he attemped a casual smile, "how do you know everyone here?"
A wry smile danced on her lips. "I don't, actually. I just... found my way here." She shrugged one shoulder elegantly, her eyes glinting with a secret he wanted to know. "I suppose I'm just drawn to certain places. The right places."
There was a hidden meaning behind her words he couldn't shake. But her smile was so enchanting that he just nodded, leaning in a little closer. "Well, it's a good thing you came. I think I'd be bored out of mind if you hadn't."
"Oh, I doubt that." She tilted her head, considering him in a way that made his breath hitch. "You seem like you're never bored, Luke Hughes."
He blinked, surprised that she knew his last name when he hadn't mentioned it. But before he could ask, she smiled again, and he forgot his question as her hand brushed his arm--a light, fleeting touch that made his skin tingle.
"I feel like I know you already," he was surprised by his own boldness. He wanted to be seen by her, he wanted her to know everything about him.
"Do you?" her smile was amused. "Maybe you do. I have a way of... drawing people to me." Her words were like a whisper, her eyes locked on his. "I suppose I'm a bit of a mystery. Not quite from here, you could say."
The words made his skin prickle with something he couldn't explain. He wanted to know more, needed to know more. "What does that mean?"
"Have you ever felt like there was more to life than just... this?" she asked, gesturing to the room around them. "Like you're only seeing the tiny pieces of the world, when there's so much more hidden beneath?"
The question struck him as strange, but it made his heart race. He nodded slowly, feeling oddly exposed, as if she'd seen straight through his exterior to something he didn't know he was hiding.
"Yeah. I... guess I do."
"Good. Not many people do. You have to look a little deeper to see the real world."
A teammate's laugh broke their little moment, pulling Luke back to the sounds of the party. He noticed that the other guys had been glancing over at them, nudging each other and smirking as if to say, Look at Luke, completely spellbound.
He could almost hear Jack teasing him. Normally, he would've laughed it off, maybe shrugged and joined the guys for a drink. But tonight, none of that mattered. There was only her--only Marina.
"So, where are you from?" he asked, desperate to know more.
"Oh... a place far from here. Somewhere most people haven't seen." She lifted her glass, eyeing the liquid inside as if it were the most curious thing in the world. "You know, I haven't tasted something like this in... well, centuries, it feels like."
He laughed, but her eyes were dead serious. The chill that ran down his spine was unmistakable, and he felt an impulse to lean in even closer, to feel her presence more fully. It had to be a joke, a weird way to add to the Halloween vibe, right?
Before he could ask, she took a slow sip, the look in her eyes mesmerizing. It was like her words had wrapped around him, drawing him into her orbit, making him feel like nothing else mattered.
"I'm glad I came tonight," she murmured, her voice soft, almost as if she were speaking only to herself. "Sometimes, it's hard to find people who understand... the way things really are."
"Yeah? And how are things... really?"
"It would take more than one night to tell you that. But perhaps we'll have more time. If you want."
"I do," he said instantly, without even thinking. The words felt natural, as if she'd pulled them from him somehow.
She seemed satisfied, giving a small, mysterious nod before she leaned in close, brushing his cheek with a touch that sent shivers down his spine. Her lips were close to his ear, her breath warm. "Until next time, then."
And with that, she was gone. She drifted away through the crowd, disappearing like it was a dream. Luke tried to follow her, to catch one last glimpse, but the crowd thickened, and no matter which way he turned, he couldn't find her.
He stood there, dumbfounded, feeling as if a spell had just been broken--but only for a second. His head was spinning, and he felt her presence lingering like a haunting melody that he couldn't shake.
"Well, Luke, looks like you've got a new fan," Nico said from behind him.
Luke barely heard him, his mind lost in Marina's dark eyes and her words that felt like they'd been written just for him. He couldn't stop thinking about her, his heart aching with an unexplainable longing. She'd carved herself into his memory, and he knew, even as he lay awake hours later, that he was already falling, deeper than ever before.
~~
Two mornings later, Luke was the first on the rink. Or, more accurately, the first one pacing the outside of the rink with an ear-to-ear grin on his face, his mind so far from hockey he might as well have been somewhere completely different. When the guys started trickling in, he didn't notice; he was scrolling through his phone, texting with a smile that hadn't left his face since last night.
Jack was the first to notice, elbowing Nico as he smirked. "Look at him," he whispered with a grin. "Our boy's got it bad."
Nico glanced over, amused but slightly concerned. "Bad? He met her two nights ago. Doesn't usually happen that fast, you know?"
"Oh, come on, Nico," Jack laughed, watching Luke's dazed, half-grinning expression with a proud, older-brother look. "Kid's in love. And he deserves it, doesn't he? Especially after all those jokes about him being too serious." He shook his head. "I'm just glad he's finally letting loose."
Nico was unconvinced. He frowned, noticing how Luke seemed glued to his phone, as if he couldn't bear to be away from it for even a second. The more Nico watched him, the more a strange, uneasy feeling settled in his gut. "It just... I dunno. It's a little fast, don't ya think?"
Jack shrugged, laughing. "Well, I for one am happy for him. Let's leave him alone."
Nico nodded slowly, but he couldn't help glancing back at Luke. Something about the way he was acting felt off--almost like he was in a trance. Usually, Jack would be the first to hit the ice, focused and ready to warm up, but he hadn't even looked up from his phone.
As practice began, Luke finally put his phone away, but Nico kept watching him. Every few minutes, Luke's gaze would drift to the door of the locker room, like he was waiting for a message. When drills started, his usually sharp reflexes were sluggish, his focus absent. He missed passes, stumbled through plays, and even forgot his positioning once or twice, much to the coach's frustration.
Jack just laughed it off. "Guess he's got other things on his mind," he joked.
Nico, however, wasn't laughing. When they had a break, he approached Luke, trying to keep things light. "So... someone had a good night at the party, huh?"
Luke grinned, his eyes lighting up at the mere mention of Marina. "Yeah... Yeah, I did. She's... different, ya know? I don't think I've ever met anyone like her."
"Different, huh?" The captain raised an eyebrow. "What's so different about her?"
Luke hesitated, as if he couldn't find the words to explain it. He just shook his head, his eyes a little distant. "She just... gets me. Like, she understands stuff that most people wouldn't, y'know? And when I'm with her, it's like everything else fades away. Like I'm in a dream."
Nico's concern deepened. "A dream? Don't you think it's a little... strange to feel that way this fast?"
But Luke laughed it off just like his brother. "I know it sounds crazy, but it's not like anything I've ever felt before. And she--" He stopped, his eyes glazing over a little. "I dunno. She just knows things."
"Like what?"
Luke hesitated again, a dreamy look on his face. "The other night... she knew stuff about me I didn't even tell her. Like, personal stuff." He shrugged. "Maybe I'm just overthinking it, but... it feels like I've known her for years. Like she's been a part of me."
Nico forced a smile, trying to hide the unease he felt. "Yeah, maybe. Just... be careful, okay?"
But Luke barely heard him again. As soon as a notification buzzed on his phone, his eyes lit up, and he pulled it out, smiling as he read a message from her. Nico had never seen Luke act this way before, and something told him that whatever hold Marina had on Luke wasn't as innocent as it seemed.
~~
By the end of the week, the changes in Luke were impossible to ignore. His dedication to hockey--a commitement that had been rock-solid--was slipping. He was often late to practice, distracted, or exhausted. Once, Nico caught him sneaking off during a break, texting Marina with an intensity that bordered on obsession.
"Luke," Nico said, "are you even here right now? Or have you mentally checked out?"
Luke blinked, looking up from his phone like he'd forgotten where he was. "I'm here," he mumbled, though his fingers were itching to reply to Marina's last message.
"Dude, you're supposed to be focusing on pratice," Nico pressed, trying not to sound annoyed. "Are you okay?"
Luke looked at him, and for a moment, his expression was almost... irritated. "I am focused. Just... I don't know, she's different. It's like I need to be with her, Nico."
"Need? That's... not normal, man."
Just then, Jack bounded over, rolling his eyes at the serious expression on Nico's face. "Nico, come on, cut the guy some slack! He's got a girl he's crazy about, so what?" He threw an arm around Luke's shoulders. "Let him enjoy it! We don't all find someone like that."
Luke managed a smile, grateful for Jack's support, and Jack flashed Nico a pointed look, telling him to drop it.
But Nico couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Luke was acting like someone else, like he'd been changed. And it was more than just puppy love; it was like he was under a spell, an invisible tether he couldn't escape from. The idea sounded ridiculous--more like a Halloween ghost story than anything else--but he couldn't ignore what he'd been seeing.
That night, Nico lay awake, mulling over everything Luke had told him about Marina. He couldn't help thinking back to the way she'd looked at him that night, her eyes dark and knowing. There had been something about her... something he couldn't put into a words. A feeling he couldn't shake.
Then a memory hit him--something he'd heard, maybe just a legend, about people who could captivate others in ways that defied logic. He'd thought it was just a fairy tale, but now... he wasn't so sure.
The next morning, he found Luke standing alone by the rink, staring at his phone. "Still thinking about her?" Nico asked.
Luke glanced up, his expression... pained. "It's weird," he mumbled. "It's like she's in my head. I can't stop thinking about her."
Nico's concern turned to alarm. This was more than a crush. Something deeper, darker, was at play. "Luke, maybe you need to take a break from her Just... clear your head."
Luke scowled, his posture becoming defensive. "Why are you so against her, Nico? You don't even know her!"
"Maybe. But I know you. And this isn't you, Luke."
Luke looked taken aback, his gaze flashing with a strange confusion. But then he shook his head, pocketing his phone. "You don't understand, Nico. You can't understand."
As Luke walked away, Nico felt a chill run down his spine. He was certain now--Marina wasn't just any girl. And he was going to find out exactly who she was, no matter what it took.
~~
Luke's sense of time was blurring. He couldn't pinpoint when he started feeling that itch to see her every moment he could. It was like he attached to a rope that kept pulling him back, drawing him in like never before. Marina had become his every thought, every second between practice and sleept spent waiting for her texts, which came at odd hours, often in the dead of night.
Every time they met, it was somewhere new, somewhere unexpected. She would send him cryptic directions that led to hidden spots in the city--places he hadn't known existed. First, it had been a secluded coffee shop by the river, only open after hours. Then, it was an abandoned rooftop overlooking the city, their eyes reflecting the city's pulse.
Tonight, she'd told him to meet at the edge of an old, overgrown park on the outskirts of town. Luke had hesitated as he looked around the deserted space, but as soon as she appeared, a smile on her lips, his hesitation melted. She took his hand, her fingers warm against his cold skin, and led him deeper into the park, away from the faint street lights.
"You like these places," he remarked, his voice detached, like he was in a dream.
She laughed softly, her voice weaving through the trees. "I like places that feel... hidden. They're more real, don't you think? Not so tied to the world that everyone wants you to see."
Luke nodded. It felt like she was speaking a language he barely understood but wanted to, needed to. "Yeah. Like... like they're just for us."
Marina turned, her eyes catching his with that same magnetic intensity she always had. "Exactly," she whispered, her fingers trailing up his arm. "It's like you know what I'm thinking."
"I... yeah. Sometime I feel that."
They stood close, her presence enveloping him like the night itself. She was so close that he could see the way her pupils dilated. "And that's why I like being with you, Luke. You're... different."
She knew exactly how to make him feel like the only person in the world. Any doubts he had, any worries that flitted across his mind about her or the way he felt... they all vanished the moment she looked at him. She didn't even have to speak; just a touch, a glance, and he was hers, swept into a current he couldn't control.
~~
While Luke disappeared into the night, Nico sat in his apartment, his laptop open as he scrolled through Marina's social media for the third time that evening. He knew was overstepping, but his gut wouldn't let this go. Something wasn't right, and he was going to prove it.
He started with her photos, but that only added to his unease. Her account was full of pictures, but they were... strange. Oddly curated, almost impersonal, yet haunting. Most were places, landscapes with a dark, moody atmosphere--misty forests, empty fields, waves crashing against cliffs. When she did appear in her own photos, her face was always turned away or obscured, as if she were more a shadow than a person. And what really struck him was the dates. The photos went back years, yet she looked exactly the same in every single one.
He clicked on one from nearly eight years ago, studying it closely. She was sitting on a rock by the sea, her hair blowing in the wind, a distant look on her face. The style was modern, but there was something timeless about it, something off. And as he compared her current photos to older ones, he couldn't shake the feeling that they were... staged. As if she'd been posing in the same way for decades.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard. He tried to tell himself it was a coincidence, that maybe she just had a certain aesthetic she liked, but it wasn't convincing. Frustrated, he swtiched tabs, digging through online archives, local stories, anything that could give him more information. But her trail seemed to vanish whenever he got close, she was like a ghost, slipping just out of reach.
He leaned back, rubbing his temples, trying to shake off all the bad feelings. He didn't want to believe it, but the more he found, the more he was convinced: Marina was hiding something, and it was bigger than he'd realized.
~~
Back in the deserted park, Luke and Marina sat side by side on a bench, the shadows thickening around them. Her presence was intoxicating, and he found himself leaning ever closer, mesmerized by her voice.
"Do you ever wonder what lies beyond this world?"
"What do you mean?"
"Life... it's just the surface of something much deeper. Most people never even notice. But you... I think you can see it." She looked at him, her eyes sharp and assessing. "Can't you feel it, Luke? Like there's something you're missing, something just out of reach?"
He nodded slowly, his words tugging at something deep inside him. It felt like she was speaking directly to a hidden part of his soul. "Yeah. I... I think I do."
She smiled, and he could've sworn her eyes darkened, just for a second. "Good," she murmured, intertwining her fingers with his. "Maybe one day, I'll show you."
He felt a thrill run through him. The way she said it felt like a promise, like she was offering him something no one else could. Any lingering doubt melted away, replaced by a hunger to know more, to fall deeper into whatever spell she'd woven around him.
~~
It was nearly midnight when Nico stumbled onto a page in an old forum discussing local legends and folklore. The story that caught his eye created goosebumps all over his arms.
It was a tale about a woman who had been seen over the centuries, known for enchanting young men, leading them away to secluded places and leaving them forever changed--or worse, vanishing altogether. The description was vague, but certain details matched perfectly: her beauty, her mysterious nature, her tendency to appear and disappear without a trace.
His hands shook as he read the final line. According to the legend, she was a siren of sorts, feeding on the very essence of those she captivated. Her name wasn't mentioned, it didn't need to be. Every instinct screamed that it was her. Marina.
Without wasting another second, Nico grabbed his phone, dialing Luke's number. He had to tell him, had to warn him--whatever Marina was, she wasn't just another girl. But the call went to voicemail, and Nico cursed under his breath. Luke was probably with her right now, deep under her spell.
As he hung up, Nico felt an icy dread settle over him. He only hoped he wasn't too late.
~~
The tension in the locker room was nearly tangible. Practice had just ended, and the rest of the team had headed out, but Nico stayed behind, watching Luke as he packed his things, his phone glued to his hand. His face softened whenever a message from Marina popped up, an unmistakable grin on his face every time without fail.
"Nico? You need something?" Luke asked, sensing his friend's presence behind him.
"Yeah. I need to talk to you. It's... important."
Luke finally glanced up, frowning. "About what?"
"About Marina," Nico said, his voice sharper than he intended. He saw the immediate defensiveness flash in Luke's eyes and rushed to explain before he could be cut off. "Look, man, just... hear me out, okay? I've been doing some research, and there are things about her that don't make sense."
Luke's expression hardened, his grip tightening on his phone. "Seriously, Nico? You're still on about that?"
"Yes, and I'm not saying this to mess with you. I'm saying it because I care about you," Nico replied. "There's something about her that feels... wrong. I don't think she's who she says she is."
Luke shook his head, laughing bitterly. "This is ridiculous. She's not some villain, Nico."
"I know how it sounds, but just listen to me. I looked her up. Her social media, her background--none of it adds up. She's been posting the same pictures for years, looking exactly the same. She's told you things that don't make sense, like... like how she's been around for centuries, or how she's from some place that 'no one's ever seen.' Doesn't that make you wonder, even a little?"
"You're really going to dig into her past? Based on... what, a feeling?"
"It's not just a feeling!" Nico snapped, frustration boiling over. "I think she's dangerous, Luke. She's got you wrapped around her finger, and it's not normal. You're not acting like yourself anymore. You're late to practice, you're distracted, always with your phone in your hand like you're waiting for her next command. You don't even see it!"
"This is insane, Nico! You don't know her like I do. You've never felt this way about someone, have you? You don't know what it's like."
"Maybe not, but I do know what it's like to care about my friends and want to keep them safe. I don't want you getting hurt, Luke."
"I'm not getting hurt! I'm... happy. She makes me happy, and for some reason, you can't stand that," Luke shot back, his voice trembling with anger. "Ever since I met her, you've been trying to find something wrong with her. You're just... you're jealous, or you're mad that I finally found someone I actually care about."
"Jealous? I'm trying to help you, Luke! Do you hear yourself? You're so deep under her spell that you can't even see what she's doing to you. You've barely been yourself since she came into your life."
"Maybe that's what you don't get," Luke replied, tone cold. "Maybe I'm finally being who I'm supposed to be, and she's the only one who understands that."
Nico stared at him, almost at a loss. He could see the intensity in Luke's eyes, an intensity that didn't feel... real. It felt like someone else was looking back at him, not Luke. He had no idea how much of Luke was even left, how much of him was already lost to Marina.
"Luke," Nico said softly, taking a step closer, "you don't even sound like yourself. You've only known her for a few weeks, but you're acting like you'd give up everything just to be with her. Doesn't that scare you?"
"No. It doesn't scare me. What scares me is you, Nico. You don't get it. You're so desperate to find some fault in her that you're willing to throw me under the bus." His voice grew louder, angrier. "Maybe I'm finally moving on from all of this, and you just can't handle it."
"Luke, think about it. Every time you're with her, it's like you're... drained. You're losing yourself."
"I don't have to stand here and listen to this," Luke spat, turning and grabbing his bag.
"Luke, come on--" Nico's voice cracked. "If you walk out of here, you're letting her control you. Can't you see that?"
But Luke didn't turn around. "What I can see is that my best friend can't let me be happy. Maybe you should look at yourself, Nico. Maybe you're the one who's lost."
~~
Marina had led Luke to another place he'd never been--a small, secluded cabin tucked away on the outskirts of the city. The silence around them felt heavy.
Luke didn't ask how she'd found the place, and she didn't explain. Instead, she just smiled, her hand trailing down his arm. "Do you trust me, Luke?"
"Of course."
"Good. Because I have so much more to show you. But to see it... you have to trust me completely. Can you do that?"
Luke nodded. He was ready to follow her anywhere.
~~
Nico's eyes burned from hours spent staring at his latop. He'd used the information from his previous search to find even more out about Marina. But every new lead, every story he uncovered, pointed to something far more sinister.
He stumbled across another thread of legends, all about a mysterious girl who had been seen in cities across the country, always the same striking beauty, always connected to young men who became infatuated with her. Some people claimed to have seen her over the course of decades, some even over centuries. But the worst part? Just like the post he'd found before, all these stories ended the same. The men either disappeared without a trace or were left broken, mere shadows of themselves, haunted by her memory.
One story in particular caught his attention: it was a newspaper clipping from a small town across the state. A local athlete, promising and ambitious, had vanished after meeting a girl who fit Marina's exact description. Friends said he had acted strangely, obsessed with her, and when he disppeared, they'd found no evidence of foul play. The town had written it off as a tragedy, but a few people had claimed there was more to it--that the girl was not human.
His instincts had been right, but this truth was more horrifying than he'd anticipated.
Every cell in his body screamed at him to warn his friend, to get him out of Marina's reach. Would Luke even listen? After their last fight, Luke had made it clear he didn't want Nico's "help."
Still, Nico knew he couldn't give up. He had to try.
~~
Across town, Luke was with Marina in her small, dimly lit apartment. The room was filled with things he couldn't quite place--strange, intricate trinkets on the shelves, books with covers that looked centuries old. Everything about her was extraordinary.
"There's something I need to tell you," she murmured.
"Anything."
Marina sighed, looking away from him. "It's about your friend, Nico. He... he doesn't understand what we have, Luke."
Luke frowned, irritation flaring inside him. "What do you mean?"
"Nico's been... watching me, hasn't he? Digging into my past, trying to... find something wrong with me."
"Yeah, he has," he admitted. "But he's just protective. He doesn't know you like I do."
Marina's hand brushed his cheek, her touch warm and soothing. "It's more than that, Luke," she whispered. "Nico's afraid of what he doesn't understand. People always are." Her voice was soft, almost sad. "But he's not just afraid. He wants to keep you away from me. He wants to ruin what we have."
Luke felt a surge of anger at the thought. The way she said it made Nico's actions seem cruel, possessive. He hadn't thought about it that way, but hearing her say it--it made sense. Nico had been relentless, unwilling to let him find happiness with Marina. And for what? Because he didn't like her?
"I think... maybe he wants you just to focus on hockey and your friendship. Or maybe he's jealous that you've found someone who understands you."
Luke's brow knitted together, a part of him resisting, not wanting to believe it. But Marina's voice, her touch--they wrapped around him, making it feel real, as if Nico's actions were all part of some deeper betrayal. "Nico would never..."
Her gaze softened, but there was still something sharp and calculating in her eyes. "Sometimes, the people closest to us don't want to see us happy, Luke. They want us to stay close to them, just so they can feel safe. He doesn't understand what we have, and he doesn't want to."
He'd trusted Nico for years, and to think that his friend would stand in the way of his happiness, just because he didn't like Marina...
He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "I don't care what Nico thinks," he said firmly. "I'm not letting him ruin this for us. I'm staying with you."
"I knew you would," she rested her head against his chest. "But you need to be careful, Luke. People will say things about me, try to turn you against me. They don't understand what we have... but that doesn't matter, does it?"
"No. It doesn't matter at all."
~~
Nico tried calling Luke again, his heart pounding with every unanswered ring. But he got nothing--only Luke's voicemail, each message left sounding more desperate than the last. Frustration boiled in him and he decided he could't just sit there. He needed to find Luke, even if it meant going to Marina's place and dragging him out himself.
As he left, he thought over everything he'd learned about Marina, every detail of the stories he'd read. She was a predator, a siren of sorts, he didn't know for sure. But the pattern was always the same: men who fell under her spell, only to be broken or lost, victims of her influence.
~~
Marina had lulled Luke into a sense of calm, making him feel safe and wanted, not registering the buzzing of his phone as another call from Nico came through.
"You're sure about this Luke? You're sure you want to be with me, no matter what?"
"Of course."
"Then let go of your doubts. Let me show you what we can have together--what life can be like when there's no one holding us back."
Marina leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "You'll never need anyone else, Luke. Not as long as you have me."
~~
The street outside Marina's apartment was eerily quiet. Nico parked his car and stared up at the dark windows, his hands clammy and heart racing. Every instinct screamed for him to turn back, but he shoved his fear aside. This was his last chance to save Luke.
He made his way to the door and knocked, his fist clenched. When Marina opened it, she seemed unsurprised, her expression calm and almost amused.
"Nico," she greeted, her voice low and mocking. "What a surprise."
He didn't waste time on pleasantries. "I need to talk to you. Now."
She smirked, stepping aside with a graceful wave of her hand. "By all means. Come in."
Marina watched him enter, her eyes predatory. "So, what brings you here? Come to tell me how much you hate me? Or perhaps... beg me to let Luke go?"
Nico's jaw tightened. "This isn't a game, Marina. I know what you are. I know what you're doing to him."
She tilted her head, smile widening. "And what exactly am I doing to him, Nico?"
"You're destroying him. I don't know how or why, but you've got him under some kind of spell, and I'm here to end it."
Marina laughed, the sound filling the room with a dark, melodic energy. "Oh, Nico," she purred. "I'm not forcing Luke to do anything. He's with me because he wants to be. Because I understand him in ways you never could."
"That's not true!" Nico retorted. "You're manipulating him, feeding on his weaknesses. He's losing himself because of you. He's not the Luke I know."
She took a step closer to him, smile fading, and for the first time, her calm façade slipped. A flash of something dark, something ancient, crossed her face--a flicker of supernatural beauty that made her features seem sharper, more otherworldly. Her eyes glowed faintly, like embers hidden in the dark.
"I don't know who you are," he said, his voice unsteady, "but you're not going to have him. You're done with him. Let him go."
She arched a brow, her smile twisting into something cruel. "You think you can save him, Nico?" she asked, her voice laced with venom. "You think you have what it takes to pull him away from me? He's mine now."
"No. He's my friend. And I'll do whatever it takes to bring him back."
At that moment, the door behind them opened, and Nico turned to see Luke standing there with a bag of food in hand, his expression conflicted.
"Luke," Nico took a step toward him. "You have to listen to me. She's not who you think she is."
"Why are you here, Nico?" his voice carried a hint of accusation.
"Because I care about you, and I know what she's doing to you," Nico's words were rushed. "She's not just some girl, Luke. She's... she's something else. Like a siren. She's using you."
Marina moved to stand beside Luke, slipping her arm around him. Her touch seemed to calm him, his tense expression softening.
"Luke. You don't have to listen to him. He doesn't understand us, what we have together."
His defences slipped as he gazed down at her, and Nico's heart sank. It was like Marina's hold on him was too strong, she'd wrapped him in a web he couldn't break free from.
But Nico wasn't giving up. In a last, desperate attempt, he pulled out his phone, opening a recording he'd taken from his research--a clip from an interview with a historian who'd studied local legends, including the strange, eerie sightings of Marina over the decades.
"Luke. Listen to this."
Luke glanced down at the screen, but Marina's expression shifted. A flicker of something like fear crossed her face, but she quickly masked it.
The recording played, the historian's voice low and serious. "Throughout the years, there have been sightings of a woman described as hauntingly beautiful, appearing near young men who later exhibited strange behaviour--infatuation, detachment from their families, and in some cases, even disappearance. She's known by different names, but the pattern is always the same. She entrances her victims, drawing them away, leaving nothing but traces of a faded life."
The words sank in slowly, Luke's face twisting. But he glanced at Marina, who was looking up at him, eyes wide and pleading.
"Luke, it's... not what you think," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Don't listen to him. He's trying to tear us apart."
Luke looked at her, his hand shaking slightly. "Marina... is it true?" His voice was barely a whisper.
The softness in her gaze vanished, replaced by a cold, dark expression. Her eyes flashed with that unnatural gleam again, her voice dropping low. "I told you, Luke. I warned you that others wouldn't understand us."
Luke's breath hitched, and for the first time, he looked truly afraid. "Marina... what are you?"
"I am what I am, Luke. And I never lied to you about that."
Shock and betrayal crossed Luke's face, the spell around him cracking just enough for doubt to creep in.
"Luke," Nico said quietly, "remember the first time you told me about her? You said she seemed too perfect, too good to be real. You knew something was wrong, even then. Don't let her control you."
Luke looked between Nico and Marina, his mind racing, trying to reconcile the dream he'd been living with the nightmare it'd become.
Marina reached for him, her hand hovering near him his face. "Don't listen to him, Luke. I can show you things you've never dreamed of. I can give you everything."
But Luke stood a step back. "No... no, I can't..." He shook his head, looking at her with dawning horror. "I can't stay with you."
"Very well," her voice dripped with disdain. "But remember, Luke--you came to me. You wanted this."
With a final glance, she disappeared into the shadows, her form dissolving like mist, leaving a chilling silence in her wake.
Nico steadied Luke as he swayed, his face pale. "You okay?"
"I... I don't know what I was thinking. It's like I was in a fog."
But as they left, Luke cast one last glance over his shoulder, wondering if Marina was truly gone--or if she was just waiting for another chance to lure him back.
~~
Luke sat alone in the quiet of the rink. He took a shaky breath, feeling like he'd just woken up from a long, twisted dream. His mind replayed the last few weeks--how he'd fallen for her so fast, how she'd made him feel like no one else existed. Now that the spell was broken, the memories felt blurry, unreal, like a fever dream.
He barely remembered leaving her apartment. Nico had driven him home, guiding him to bed like a ghost, his mind empty and aching. He was grateful for Nico, though he hadn't been able to say much but a quiet "thank you." How could he explain what happened to anyone?
The sound of footsteps jolted him to the present, and he looked up to see Jack, Nico, and a few of the others guys looking concerned.
"Hey, man," Jack said softly, sitting beside him. "You, uh... you doing okay?"
Luke nodded slowly, though he wasn't sure he believed it himself. "I... yeah. I think so." He managed a weak smile. "Feels like I've been gone for a while, huh?"
Jack chuckled, though his voice was strained. "Just a bit. Had us worried."
"You're back now. That's what matters," Nico addded.
Jack turned to their captain, a sheepish look on his face. "Hey, man... I guess I owe you an apology." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking genuinely embarrassed. "I thought you were just being overprotective. But you... you knew something was off."
Nico shrugged. "You were just looking for him. We both were."
The other guys gathered around, patting Luke's shoulders, offering words of encouragement. For the first time in days, Luke felt grounded, his friends' helping to anchor him. But the haunting memories of Marina still lingered.
As they talked, Luke glanced around the rink, half expecting to see her standing in the shadows, watching him with that dark, knowing smile. He shook his head, reminding himself that she was gone. She had to be gone.
Jack’s voice broke through his thoughts. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Luke.”
He forced a laugh, shrugging it off. “Maybe I have."
~~
It took days for Luke to even slightly feel like himself again. Every night he dreamed of her. He would wake up drenched in sweat, the memories leaving him shaken, unable to stop feeling like she was still there somehow.
One evening, after practice, he walked alone through the streets, trying to clear his mind. He passed a bustling café, the windows lit warmly against the growing darkness. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of dark hair, a glimpse of a figure that made his heart stop. He turned quickly, his eyes searching the faces inside.
There--by the window, staring right at him--was Marina. She was as beautiful as ever, smiling at him. But when he blinked, she was gone, leaving only an empty seat where she'd once been. A cold sweat broke out over his skin. He backed away, she was still watching him, somehow... some way.
He walked away quickly, when he heard something. A whisper that was barely there. Barely audible.
I'm never far, Luke.
But there was no one. Only the empty street.
With a shiver, he continued, refusing to let himself dwell on the feeling that she might always be lurking, somewhere just beyond his reach.
should i runaway to a hockey game today🫠🫠🫠 its 3 hours away!!! But ive been to LA three times in this past week so like finacially this isnt good but i wanna see the sharks so bad!!!
hey guys… i just wanted to update you guys and let you know i will get back to writing and posting some time this weekend!! I am literally so sorry i am currently juggling six college classes and three jobs… leaving me literally so slumped😭 im so sorry i probably seemed inactive but if you stayed, just know i am back and full of plots!!
she was beginning to fall for jack and she was falling hard.
he paid attention to the small things and that was enough to make marley's eyes turn into heart's.
just the other day she had been having the most hectic day with back to back things, so she decided to buy a sandwich from the vending machine not realizing it was a pb&j. the girl was allergic to peanuts so it made her unable to eat it leaving her starving for the whole day.
she had arrived to the rink with a headache from not eating not thinking to see jack leaning against his car with a bag.
"shouldn't you be inside?"
"they'll live" he shrugged as he got in her car and handed her a bag from her favorite diner.
"jack you shouldn't have" she said with teary eyes. the girl did not play about her food.
"i wanted too. and you need to eat" he said as he smiled.
she looked at him with literal heart eyes before reaching over and throwing her arms around him.
"thankyou. thankyou. thankyou" she said as he blushed crimson red.
"geez. i guess food is the key to your heart?" he said as she bit a fry.
"lowkey, or maybe it's just you" she said as jack whipped his head around to look at her.
marley never outlay flirted with him. ever. leaving him to wonder if she even liked him or she saw whatever they had been doing as a friendship. hence to why he hasn't kissed her.
"oh, is that so?" he said flirting back cockily.
"mhmm" she with food in her mouth as he smiled at her.
"my mom was wondering if you'd join us for lukes game tomorrow" he told her with hopeful eyes.
"your mom or you?" she asked skeptically.
"both" he said cheekily as she rolled her eyes.
"i don't know. what if she doesn't like me because I don't really know hockey" she worried.
"she's going to love you. if anything she'd like the challenge of teaching you the rules" he said trying to convince her. he may or may not have already told his mother yes.
"i do owe you for buying me food" she said leaning towards the idea.
"you don't owe me anything. i want you to come because you want to" he said hoping she didn't think he did it just so she'd go.
"no, i want too" she said with a smile as jack back.
he wanted to kiss her so bad but he had to wait for the perfect time. he wasn't going to let himself screw up anything with this girl, she was special and he could feel it. in the small touches, in the looks, and in the silence. he was going to do this right.
he said what he means and he means what he says - connor bedard ☆
wc: 1.4k
tw: talks of breakup. not feeling real. new beginnings. slight fluff
connor bedard x oc hughes sister
ryan leonard x ex oc hughes sister
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frankie didn't know if she was okay.
she walked into the club trying to figure out if she was even real. was any of this even real? was she alive? she even checked her pulse, and surprise, surprise, it was fully beating.
she had her fingers laced with connors as they walked through the swarm of people to reach her brothers, who, of course, were standing next to the DJ.
as they reached closer to the stand she could see that there were more hockey players there. including one of ryan's best friend that she had basically told 'fuck you' to earlier that day. making her feel even more suffocated than she was already feeling.
"can we go to the bathroom and talk?" she said turning to connor who looked at her oddly before nodding. she pulled him to a quiet single restroom and shut the door feeling grateful for getting away from the loud music.
"are you alright?" he asked the girl who leaned her head on the door as she looked at the ceiling, trying to figure out how the hell she was going to word her next words.
"not really. but I want to be honest with you," she told him as he nodded for her to go on. she took a long breath before continuing.
"i'm still in love with ryan. he broke up with me like a month ago, and I haven't even had time to get over him yet, and I just don't want to string you along. you don't deserve that at all and if you want to end this whole thing we can, i just need you to know before it gets any bigger" she told him honestly as he listened. seemingly hanging off her every word as if his life depended on it. he licked his lips before nodding.
"i figured. you seemed like you really loved him. that doesn't go away overnight," he said, recalling the social media posts she used to make of him.
"what if it never goes away?" she said as she felt her eyes water. she couldn't believe this was her life now.
"it probably won't. it's about how you choose to live alongside it" he told her as she looked up at him.
connor really was a handsome guy. he had big eyes that held so much wisdom behind them that only made her want to dive deeper into them but she knew now was not the time.
"that was very wise connor," she told him with a small smile as she wiped her tear.
"I try," he joked back at her with a smile as she pulled him in for a hug. even though she had basically just friend-zoned him, they both felt like this wasn't the end for them and for now, that was enough to satisfy the two young adults.
___
connor and frankie had got back to where her brothers were and she was quick to feel will's eyes on her. probably mentally screenshotting so he could run and tell ryan.
"frankie!" will called as she passed them. and maybe if she was mean-hearted she would have walked past him but will was one of her best friends just two months ago, she couldn't not ever speak to him again.
she turned to connor making sure he was fine with her leaving and before she could even open her mouth he said "go I'll be fine" with a small smile. before she smiled back and turned to a guilty-looking will.
"I'm sorry," was all he said before hugging her. normally, frankie didn't really like hugs, but regardless, she hugged him back. she could never hold grudges.
"it's fine, you didn't know," she told him as she pulled away.
"what even happened? what about the big reunion wedding we planned" he told her; she sadly smiled, thinking about the 'wedding' they had planned one night in her apartment alongside their friends as she recalled that everyone was stoked just talking about it.
"people grow apart, I guess," she mumbled as he looked at her sadly.
"you better still talk to us hughes," he told her once he realized that must have been why she had been so distant. she slowly stopped sending memes to the group chat and replying until she soon stopped altogether, but they had just figured she was busy. and although that was true, it wasn't entirely the reason.
"I will, it's just kind of hard," she told him as he shook his head.
"you were our friend first; I'm sure ryan wouldn't want anything to do with you," he said as she remembered his 'have a nice life' from earlier.
"i doubt that," she said as he looked at her confused.
"he thinks i cheated on him with connor," she told him as his eyebrows shot up.
"i didn't tell him about this morning-"
"i called him earlier to tell him that the tabloids are going to say connor and i started talking in may so he wouldn't be blindsided-"
"but you were still in boston in may," he told her as she nodded.
"i know. but he didn't even let me talk which is understanding but i just feel like the biggest dick-"
"you're not a dick, frankie. even though your actions are questionable ninety percent of the time, you always have good intentions in mind," he told her as she shrugged. when you spent the majority of your life doing mean things that made you ultimately mean and no one was about to change her mind.
"I just can't believe how everything has changed so fast," she said as he nodded. feeling the absolute same way.
"yeah, it's crazy. but I'm having a get-together at my cape cod house next weekend. one last hora before everyone goes back to school and i go to san jose. i really want you there. summer's going so you won't be the only girl or anything-"
"is ryan going?" she asked not thinking she could handle seeing him in the flesh yet.
"yeah-- but maybe you guys can figure things out"
"will-" she shook her head as he cut her off desperately.
"just think about it, okay. i should let you get back to connor he looks a bit uncomfortable" he said as she turned to see him awkwardly standing with her brothers as they obviously integrated him about something. she nodded before bidding will goodbye with a hug as she walked over to them.
"don't get any ideas-" she heard luke say as she smiled and pushed her way to connor.
"can you guys stop scaring him," she said as connor turned pink.
"we didn't even say anything!" jack tried to save himself.
"i actually didn't say anything," quinn said with a smile before frankie rolled her eyes and pulled connor away from them.
"I hope they didn't scare you off already," she said with a small smile as connor chuckled.
"no-- they're just protective over you," he told her as she nodded.
"do you wanna get out of here?" she asked him not feeling up for the partying tonight.
"honestly yeah. i'm really tired" he told her as she giggled at his tired face.
"why didn't you say anything?" she told him as they walked out.
"I thought you liked partying," he told her as they found a cab.
"i do. just not today" she told him as he opened the door for her.
the ride went silent as they drove to the hotel, and frankie couldn't help but let her mind wander off to what will said. it was crazy, but a small growing part of her didn't want to 'figure things out' with ryan. she felt crazy even thinking that because for so long she wanted to desperately do just that.
"I'm leaving tomorrow morning," he told her as she looked at him. the city lights bounced off his smooth skin, and if she wasn't so broken, she might've told him how handsome he looked.
"me too. I know it's crazy, but I really liked hanging out with you these past two days, I don't really want it to end," she sighed. although she was ready to get back to her life, this weekend had been the end of beginnings for her.
"i guess i'll just have to make a couple of pit stops in new york," he told her cheekily as she smiled.
"and i guess i'll just make a couple of pit stops to vancouver," she told him as he smiled.
"i think i'd really like that," he said with a smile as she scooted closer to him and leaned her head on his shoulder. for some reason it felt right but the hands on the ears over her heart were as muffled as ever so she'd continue to be the clueless eighteen-year-old she was till the day she died.
she said something along the lines that she needed to tell ryan something before what he was going to see tomorrow. and ik central cee said that to my queen madeline argy so like screw him... but go frankie!
I NEED more market and back fluff. like cuddling and stuff just spending time together. like it could be based on its nice to have a friend or sweet nothing
before anyone says anything, frankie did quote central cee, and I'm not proud of it. I just felt like it was something she'd say, thinking she was doing the right thing... IM SORRY!!!
it's me, hi! I'm the problem it's me! - connor bedard ☆
wc: 1.5k
tw: angst. rooting for the anti-hero. villain arc? self-destructing
ryan leonard x ex! hughes sister oc
connor bedard x hughes sister oc
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frankie found that the older she got, she never got wiser.
everything happened so fast. she was in the midst of getting ready for her very first appearance with connor in tears. she hadn't spoken to him since this morning when she walked out of the room with her tail between her legs, and she honestly couldn't believe he agreed to do this. she couldn't belive she agreed to do this. I mean, what was she doing? she didn't know if she was dodging a bullet or losing the love of her life.
"can I come in?" she heard her mother knock on the door before opening the door.
"yeah. is this cute?" she asked with swollen eyes as her mother looked at her with sad eyes.
"of course. you sure you want to go through with this?" ellen asked, studying her daughter. she knew she couldn't possibly be okay. she had jumped head-first into ryan, and her daughter normally never did that.
"I don't even know," she said before sitting on the bed and putting her head in her hands as she cried, wondering when the hell her life began to lose all its meaning. before her mother came next to her to wrap her in a much-needed hug.
"you don't have to go through with this if you don't want too. I'll stand behind any decision you make, beautiful," her mom said as she wiped her tears.
"It's just- ryan. mom, I can't believe it's over. I haven't even had time to mourn him; everything's just been so crazy, and it's all feeling really real," frankie said, sniffling as her mother continued to hold her.
"I think you need to communicate this to connor so he doesn't get confused. i also think you need to speak to ryan before the photos drop tonight" her mother told her.
"i know. i just haven't talked to him since we broke up, and I don't even know if he'd answer"
"he loved you a lot. i think he would" ellen told her as she nodded trying to pull herself together.
___
frankie was waiting for the car to come pick her up from the hotel with connor in it. with shaky hands she dialed ryans number and felt her heart in her ass.
“frankie?” Ryan said confusingly over loud music. he was at a party.
“hi ryan” she answered with a deep breath
“what’s going on? are you okay?” he asked worriedly. even though he ended things he knew he’d always still care for the girl.
“yeah im fine” lie. she was anything but fine ever since that night.
“oh, well what’s going on” he asked hoping she wasn’t calling to beg him. he knew he’d give in and saw how amazing she had been doing without him. she was better off.
“i need to tell you something can you talk?” she asked still hearing the music.
“uhm— now’s not really a good time” he said. he was currently at a party with a busty blonde on his lap trying to oh so desperately forget about frankie.
ryan had done the opposite of frankie after the breakup. while she worked till she quite literally dropped, ryan also worked but still found time for hookups. he had actually gone back out that night she left in DC and made out with a girl that couldn’t be more different than the youngest hughes. he knew frankie would lose her shit if she ever found out.
“I really need to tell you this right now ryan” she said desperately as she saw connors text about him being five minutes away.
“why? it can’t wait till tomorrow?” he snapped a bit.
he had been holding a lot of resentment for the girl ever since the breakup believing she was the reason he had to end things. why hadn’t he been enough for her?
“no, because I need you to remember I’m a human being after what you’re going to see tomorrow,” she said with tears stinging her eyes.
he didn’t know what to expect so he pushed to blonde off of him and went to a quieter corner.
“okay. what is it?” he asked not wanting to know the answer.
“I’ve been seeing connor bedard and we’re set to make our first appearance tonight. It’ll be in the tabloids by the morning” she said in one breath waiting for ryan to say something but he hadn’t known what to possibly say to that.
“ryan? please say something” she said in a small voice.
“I don’t— i don’t know what you want me to say. good for you,” he said, feeling like crying, but he wasn’t going to do that.
“i’m sorry. I love you ryan, i do. I think I always will, but I just thought it’d be better to hear it from me.” she said, feeling her tears drop down her cheeks.
“how long have you been seeing him?” he asked.
the question she was hoping he wouldn’t ask. the NDA she and the connors team had come up with said that they’d been seeing each other for the past two months, meaning ryan would think it overlapped with their relationship. she couldn’t tell him that it was fake, so the end really was near.
“we’ve been speaking for two months. but ryan-“
“wait—were you cheating on me?” he asked as she took a deep breath.
“no. but-“
“I can’t believe this. there are no 'buts,' frankie! while I was fighting for our relationship, you had already checked out with another guy? are you serious?” he asked, pissed.
“don’t say you fought for anything ryan. because you didn’t,” she said, beginning to get pissed off.
“yeah, whatever. have a nice life, frankie,” he said with a sarcastic laugh before hanging up.
leaving frankie to stand there shocked. it seemed like Ryan had finally gotten tired of all her scheming. She knew he'd be mad, but she really thought she could some way get through to him. she just felt so stupid because the only reason she agreed to do this whole thing was because she was trying not to lose him for good, but she managed to do just that. even worse.
but poor frankie would always be the girl she's always been. she'd rather stare directly at the sun but never into the mirror, afraid of what she'd see in the reflection. making it exhausting to anyone who cared for her.
"the car's here. you ready?" jack asked, peeking his head into the room to see his sister in tears.
"yeah," she said, wiping her tears as jack looked at her with sad eyes. the exact same ones her mother had given her about two hours before.
"franks, you don't have to do this," he said cautiously.
"I want to," she said, looking at her reflection in the mirror, fluffing up her hair before walking past him. she was done feeling like shit over a guy. It was her time to shine, and her little heart knew it.
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connor sat next to her nervously, playing with his watch as he tried not to make eye contact with the three hughes that sat across him and were giving him a death stare as they drove to the club.
"relax," frankie said, grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers as she settled it on her lap with a smile.
he turned to look at her as her blue eyes looked into his. it all felt right to him, and he knew this was fake, but something was telling him it could turn into more, and he'd be stupid to not jump on that bandwagon.
"get a room," luke gagged from across them, breaking their little moment.
"shut up. I can still tell the bouncer you're not with me," she threatened as he glared at her.
"still can't believe my baby sister can do that," jack said, chuckling as they laughed.
they soon pulled up in front of the place as her brothers got out.
"you ready?" she asked connor with a smile.
"not really," he answered honestly.
"if you don't want to do this, we don't have to," she said, wanting to make sure he was comfortable. She never wanted to drag him into her little games, and she was afraid this was going to be her biggest one yet.
"no i want to," he said standing up and stepping out of the car as the flashes began to go off. she smiled before accepting his hand and stepped out with the help of connor with a picture-perfect smile.
if the cameras had already been going off, it times that by one hundred. the photographer's fingers never left the capture button, afraid they were going to miss a moment of the newest 'it couple'.
their fingers laced as connor pulled her into the club, not before looking back at her with a smile as she looked up at him capturing the perfect tabloid picture.
frankie hughes felt like she couldn't catch a break for the life of her.
no matter how many times the girl thought her life was finally getting better, it only seemed to turn around and smack her right back down.
she sat in the las Vegas hotel room in tears as she read through the comments about the latest TMZ article that, of course, had to do with her.
someone had filmed her and connor outside the bar last night as they waited for their Uber, and the video was quite interesting, to say the least.
it started off with the two of them drunkenly dancing around from the muffled bar music, obviously intoxicated, which seemed to cause a stir amongst the media, seeing as they were both underage and were supposed to be 'role models'. it only got worse because the two young adults seemed to forget they were in public and made out with each other against the wall a little later on into the video.
the comments were brutal, and she couldn't help but think she deserved every single one.
what happened to her and ryan? they were so cute.
omg she's cheating
puck bunny at its finest
leonards too good for her anyways
why do i ship
maybe it wouldn't have been such a big deal, but people still believed she was with ryan. they hadn't given anyone to believe they were over, they hadn't unfollowed each other or removed the pictures of each other from their social media, so it was understandable why the world thought she was a cheater.
she had definitely felt like one. her heart still belonged to ryan, but she was sure he would want nothing to do with her once he caught sight of the video.
she felt completely helpless, so she resorted to doing nothing but curl up into a ball and cry. wondering why the hell she was the way she was.
she was cut off from wallowing in self-pity when her manager, darcy, called. knowing it was going to be nothing but a scolding, she answered because she most likely had a solution.
"hello?" she answered a bit timidly.
"hello. I'm assuming you've seen the video, and I'm calling to tell you it's going to be fine. you were bound to have a scandal at some point; I'm just happy it isn't rehab yet. anyways, we have two choices, we can put out a statement on your behalf, or you unfollow and remove every picture of ryan from your feed," darcy rushed out.
"I don't- I don't want to do that," frankie said, feeling tears begin to sting her eyes. she felt like that would make the breakup so much more real, and she knew she wasn't ready to do that yet.
"I'm afraid you don't have a choice, honey. you're still on the rise, and a big scandal this early into your career won't go well. it's better to put out the fire before it gets bigger," darcy explained to her.
"I just feel like it will blow over if we, like, let it," Frankie said.
"it wouldn't just blow over! unless..." darcy thought as frankie waited. anything would sound better to her at this point.
"i mean, i would have to get in contact with his team, but I'm sure they'd be on board. the internet loves a good crossover, just look at taylor swift and travis kelce-"
"what?" frankie asked, confused as to who or what she was saying.
"we could make the public think you and ryan have been separated for a while now," she said
"and how would we do that?" frankie asked, scared to hear the answer.
"you get into a pr relationship with connor bedard, of course!"
