wait for me to come home

Ane || 23 || F1 || 911 - TeenWolf - Merlin - JATP

[artemispt]

[sisahashi]

last races’ c^2 p1 & p2 doodle

the boys ✨ (closeup)

[charleslelurk]

I’m having a lot of feelings about Carlando lately

[wdclando]

Lando Norris being interviewed after Friday’s Free Practice for the Australian Grand Prix

[whattarush]

it's like that thing when you meet somebody and you just click. you know what i mean?

[mediapen]

twist them a bit!

[bob-belcher]

[drakburak]

[crybabyddl]

Don’t Call Me Angel

Luke Patterson x Reader

Part 6

Word Count: flo milli shit

Warning: angst, swearing

Author’s Note: are y’all still alive after part 5? Because if I’ve correctly gauged your reactions to parts 1-4, then I’m assuming at least some part of you was demolished by part 5 lmao. But don’t worry, I feel the same way! I never know what’s gonna happen when I write them! I only know what happens at the start based on what I ended up making the cliffhanger last time! Also, I’m writing more lyrics in this chapter!

Here’s my masterlist!

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…I couldn’t even begin to come up with a clever thing to say before his lips were on mine. His hands cradled my face as if he’d held it a thousand times. I gripped his biceps, not sure if I was holding myself steady or getting ready to push him away. He had broken the kiss before my mind could even consider what to do with my lips. We both took a couple heavy breaths before looking at each other.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” I cut Luke off, connecting our lips once again. If I was going to kiss this bastard, I was gonna do it right.

Even though I despised him for the most part, I’d be lying to myself if I said I hadn’t thought about planting one on him as a secret weapon. But in this moment, I wasn’t kissing him to get an advantage over him in our silly grudge match. I was kissing him because I wanted my reckless abandonment to work in my favor for once. Usually my impulsive behavior got me in trouble or in the middle of embarrassing situations like the ones I’d recently been in with Luke. But not only was I in charge of this moment, I was enjoying it. Although I had to admit, the look of utter confusion and disbelief on the poor sucker’s face after I’d broken the kiss was without a doubt, absolutely priceless.

“Wait, so you did want me to kiss you last week?” Luke’s stretched his neck a bit so he could stare deeper into my eyes, looking for an answer in them.

“In that moment, no,” I responded truthfully. I took a deep breath. “But just now, yes.” I told him, avoiding eye contact. I still wasn’t comfortable with the idea of being vulnerable in front of someone I’d so adamantly disliked for ages.

“So now what?” Luke’s fingers were fidgeting with the chain hanging from his jeans. From all the years I’d spent glaring at him, I’d picked up on his inability to stand still. I had unknowingly tilted my head in wonderment of his habit, before I returned my gaze to the warm hazel glow that came from his irises.

“Now, we get to work on that song I started.” I walked over to my backpack, digging through it until I found the folded piece of paper that had found its way to the bottom of the bag. I began looking around for my mechanical pencil only to see Luke in my peripheral vision, reaching for the writing implement that was tucked behind his ear. He held it out to me, my hand just barely brushing against his as I lifted my arm to grab it from him.

“Does this mean you’ll stop throwing your pencils at me?”

“Likely story.” I teased. I took a seat on the stool beside me and hunched over the single sheet of loose leaf thats pointy edges had been dulled from stashing it. I read over the lyrics I had written just a week ago, hoping inspiration would strike. When I couldn’t come up with anything, I turned to Luke, who looked like he was about to explode.

“Ok so I,” He started, as he paced back and forth with a spring in his step. “I couldn’t stop thinking about the last line of the song.” He moved his around to gesticulate, causing a smile to find its way onto my lips.

I allowed myself to take in his presence, this time with no shame. He was wearing what was obviously a self-cut Rolling Stones t-shirt, along with a red and black flannel. His black skinny jeans and checkered vans were staples in his wardrobe, just like the muscle shirts. I couldn’t lie, he had incredible taste when it came to style, not to mention music.

“When I know just how bright you glow,” he softly sang out the lyrics as he walked his way over to slide onto the lab table. “I was thinking we could play off of that.” He looked to me for confirmation, to which I grinned and tapped the eraser of my pencil on my chin.

“Did you have anything specific in mind?” I asked, thinking about what part of the song these lyrics would be in.

“I have this song– well, it’s more of a skeleton of a song, but I think your lyrics will fill in the spaces perfectly.” He pulled out a travel-sized leather notebook from his back pocket, doing his best to bend it the opposite direction that it had been curved in.

“What’s it called?” I asked ask he flipped through the journal. I noticed some faded pen scribbles scattered across the smooth-looking material of the cover. The markings consisted of zig-zags, shapes, random math calculations, and what looked to me like secret coding.

“It doesn’t have a title, but I’ve got the chorus down so maybe I can name it something from there. Here, look.” He found the page he was looking for, flattening the spine and holding the book in front of me. I couldn’t quite see the lyrics due to the lyrics being written in what appeared to be a pen with inconsistent ink flow. I reached to grab the journal from his hands, but he pulled it away.

“Hey!” He quietly exclaimed.

“I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just trying to read the lyrics, I couldn’t see them. I’m sorry.” I said. His nostrils flared as he breathed out of his nose, looking tense.

“No, it’s not your fault,” he sighed before handing me the journal. I was unsure of taking it from his hands, but he held it out further. I let him set it down into my hands, holding it carefully. “I just– this journal means a lot to me. And you’re the first person to read what’s inside it.” I looked up at him with a sympathetic smile.

“Are you sure it’s okay? You can just read me the lyrics if you’d prefer to keep the actual, physical journal itself private.” I offered. He shook his head and nodded upward, giving me the greenlight to read the words on the page.

Your eyes, how they shine is a sight to behold,

As I get to know them, the pages unfold

They offer a preview of what’s in your soul,

Telling a story that’s never been told

I looked up at Luke only to be met with his finger directing my gaze back toward the lyrics.

I’m starting to learn what life is about

You grab a hold of my heart, ripping it out

Your words light a fire, I watch as you shout

The truth is unearthed, all we’re left with’s the doubt

I moved on from the chorus to the part labeled ‘Second Verse’

It’s been a while since the last time we’ve spoken

It’s never been harder to fix what’s been broken

I know that it’s getting late, but I was still hoping

That you’d let me stay, leaving your window open

Although Luke had only written the first two verses, along with a chorus in the middle, I could feel the passion behind the lyrics. It reminded me of All Time Low’s music, a bit punk and grunge, but providing the listener with a clear story.

“So I was thinking your lyrics could be at the very end of the song, as the start of an interlude that would flow into the next song which would be an instrumental break. That is, if it were to be part of an album.” Luke went into detail about his ideas for the unfinished song.

“That’s awesome. Seriously Patterson, I mean it. You’ve got mad writing skills. I’d love to hear the melody you’ve got for this.” I enthused.

“Well I don’t know if she texted you, but we’re rehearsing at Julie’s today. If you want, I can give you a ride there, you can watch us practice, and I can play it for you there or...”

“Or...?” I asked while I mimicked him trailing off.

“Or I can drive you back to my place and play it for you and work on the song. If you’d feel more comfortable at your place we could go there instead.”

“I’ll have to see what my parents are up to, but I can say yes to rehearsal at Julie’s.” I told him as I grabbed the paper with my lyrics, folding it back up and putting it in my back pocket for safekeeping.

I looked at the clock above the doorframe. It took me a few seconds to figure out the minute hand; it can be tricky at times to tell which little tick mark it’s pointing at. I deduced that it was 3:44pm. Mr. Wells said he’d be back at 45, and just as the hand had twitched to the 9, the door handle jiggled and in walked the sweater-vest-clad man with a larger stack of papers than he had left with.

“Right on time, Franklin!” Luke greeted the teacher by his first name. Patterson was that typical ball-buster of a student who calls all the teachers by their first name or a shortened version of their surname. Mr. Wells let out a sigh of disappointment, but didn’t bother to correct him, knowing it would be in vain.

“To be quite honest, I’d figured you two would’ve been gone by the time I got back.” His eyes stayed glued to his computer as he spoke to us. Luke and I looked at each other, amused.

Did Mr. Wells just imply that we would have been able to leave earlier? It was too late to solve that mystery, but there was another one —one that completely flew over my head before this moment— waiting to be investigated. Was I going on a date with Luke?

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[imagineyouricon]

You have to wear the same clothes your current icon wears every day for the rest of your life! How screwed are you?

[cutebuckley]

I would love to wear them

[s-c-a-r-e-c-r-o-w-e]

Sunset Curve Songs

(that we know of so far)

Now Or Never

Bright

Unsaid Emily

Lakeside Reflection

In Your Starlight

Late Last Night

Long Weekend

Crooked Teeth

[wynonna-earp]

[crybabyddl]

Don’t Call Me Angel

Luke Patterson x Reader

Part 4

Word Count: i doubt i’ll ever know, but i will keep putting this tab here :)

Warning: swearing, angst, mentions of physical fighting

Author’s Note: i hope you have a lovely day! Stay safe and treat people with kindness. :) P.S. You can find all previous parts of this story on my masterlist! Link below! <3

Here’s my masterlist!

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In all the dreams she’d had of fighting Luke Patterson, Y/N went in guns blazing, kicking and punching, showing no mercy. However, the embarrassment she was still trying to bury from the compliments on her songwriting had obliterated her plan of attack. In addition to that, her worst enemy was being nice and vulnerable, even going as far as complimenting her. He was turning her into a simp, and that was a fate that Y/N refused to accept.

The silence was deafening in the Molina’s garage as everyone anticipated Y/N’s first move in the smackdown of a lifetime. The usual spitfire of a girl was ominously silent, the only thing heating up was her face. Her cheeks were bright red, she could feel it. She could also feel the burning sensation in her ribcage, right in the middle, around her sternum. While her chances of knocking out the muscular jackass were getting slimmer by the second, Y/N was grateful she was too blindsided by the situation to fall victim to her greatest weakness: angry crying.

Deciding to act upon the iota of impulsivity that remained after being bodyslammed by the praise of her peers, Y/N sent a kick behind her, hitting Luke’s shin. Bullseye.

“Oww,” Luke whined. “What was that for?”

“You really have to ask? That on its own is deserving of a kick to the other shin.” You said, moving to be on the other side of him. Before your shoe could hit his leg, you felt Luke’s hand grab your ankle.

“Maybe you should rethink that.” Luke’s retort struck a nerve in you, as did all of the things he’s said. He released his grip on your ankle, chuckling to himself. You scowled at him, walking away from him and over to where Julie was.

“Okay that’s enough fun for today,” you said as you snatched the paper out of Julie’s hands, folding it and stashing it in your back pocket. “I think I’m gonna head out. Text me when you can, Jules.” You grabbed your backpack as you hit the button to open the garage door.

“Oh, uhm ok, bye! See you tomorrow!” Julie called out to you, followed by a jumbled chorus of goodbyes from the rest of the group. You heard the garage door close behind you as you headed down the driveway. You had put your earbuds in and were already listening to a song.

“Y/N, wait up!” You heard your name being called during a part of the song that was quieter than the rest. You spun on your heel to see none other than Luke jogging up to you. You took out your right ear bud, trying to get the message across that you were kinda busy.

“What do you want Patterson?” You questioned. You were still ticked off at him for mentioning your singing. It was a sensitive topic, and the tone of your voice conveyed as much.

“Oof, sorry,” he sucked his teeth as he grimaced. “I just wanted to know if you wanted to try writing a full song together sometime.” He tilted his head to the side as he tried to read your expression.

“You know, when you mentioned it earlier, I would’ve said yes...”

“But?”

“But then you went and made me look like a complete idiot in front of everyone!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. You always look like a complete idiot!” Luke tried to lighten the mood of the conversation, but quickly realized just how serious you were. You sat on the curb at the end of Julie’s driveway, hugging your knees to your chest.

“Why are you like this?” You asked, looking straight ahead, even as Luke came and sat down beside you.

“Like what? Ruggedly handsome and uber sexy?” He attempted to make you laugh, but you turned your head away and rested it on your knees before he could see a smile creep onto your face.

“I’m serious, Patterson,” you switched over to laying the right side of your head on your knees so you could talk to Luke, who was sitting on your left. “Why do you act the way you do?” You looked up at him, but quickly turned to face forward again. You didn’t want him to see the tears that were threatening to spill out.

“I’m still not sure exactly what you mean, but whatever I did to hurt you, I’m sorry.” He offered an apology and was about to rest his hand on your back before catching himself and ultimately deciding against it.

“You’re not sure what I mean?” You seethed, standing up quickly. You knew the tears would come out any second, and you’d rather internally combust before you’d let Luke Patterson see you cry. “What I mean is, why do you act like you know what’s best for everyone? Why do you act like you’re right all the time?” You were shouting at him. It was too late to run away from it now, you felt tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I don’t mean to, I–”

“Save it. I don’t want to be near you for another second.” You start to walk away, before Luke grabs your wrist. You turn around, unable to hide the anger and shock on your face. You shake free from his grasp, but remain facing him.

“What’s your deal, Y/N?” Luke raised his voice, gesturing to you with his arms. “What’s the problem? Why is it that you are always so mad at the world... that you’re always mad at me?” He was shouting now.

It had always perplexed him as to why the girl didn’t enjoy his presence. Luke was so used to being adored by his peers, kids and adults alike. He couldn’t figure out for the life of him why his classmate was the exception. Y/N strode over towards him, looking up. The fire in both of their eyes was brighter than the lights that lined the street.

“Well for starters, telling people about my singing, which you weren’t even supposed to hear,” you were still shouting, even as you choked back tears. “Also, for calling me nicknames when I explicitly told you not to,” you continued, poking him harshly in the chest as you took steps towards him. This had caused Luke to step back in syncopation with your forward movements. Before you could finish your list, Luke spoke up.

“You and I both know those aren’t legitimate reasons as to why you’re so hostile towards me,” Luke’s voice was threatening to crack as he yelled. You noticed a tear trailing down his cheek. He threw his hands in the air, pacing in a circle. “So what’s the motive here?”

“I...”

“You don’t have one. And before you ask, the only reason I seem hostile is because I’m giving your nasty little attitude right back to you.” Luke narrowed his eyes. You were rendered speechless, but your mind was consumed with many thoughts.

Well damn, he just read me harder than Bianca Del Rio... Ok Y/N, you have two options. You can run like a coward, leave the country on the first flight out of California, or just apologize. Wait, that’s three things.

Luke was looking at you expectantly. You zoomed back in on the conversation, realizing you were just staring blankly back at him. Not a single word had been spoken for roughly ten seconds.

“Are you just gonna stand and stare at me, or are you gonna say something?” His voice was softer. His eyes flashed a look of concern, before staring you down again in frustration.

“I was thinking, you moron.” You replied, sounding almost unsure of the words coming from your lips. You had come to the conclusion that insults were the only way out of the metaphorical corner you’d backed yourself into.

You knew your last ditch effort had failed when Luke stepped closer to you, his infamous and somewhat irritating smirk plastered on his face. You scrunched your nose and knitted your brows together in an attempt to contrast his expression. His body was mere inches away from yours. You eyes went down, as did your defences. The tips of your shoes were touching his weathered vans. You looked back up to him, an unguarded innocence taking over your once cold-hearted facade.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about. I’ll try not to judge you, I promise.” He offered. It felt like he was staring into your soul. You felt oddly compelled to obey the gentle command.

“I was thinking about–” you started. “No. I’m not going to tell you.” You caught yourself before you could reveal your previous thoughts. You shook your head at your naïveté, while simultaneously in defiance of Luke’s request.

“That’s alright angel,” confidence was practically flowing from his mouth. “because I already know what you’re thinking.”

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Aaand that’s Part 4 all done! It’s a bit short, but I had to leave you on a cliffhanger. I am about to start part 5, and i already gave you part 3 today, so consider this a little gift from me to you. ;) I feel bad for ending the chapters on such intense moments, but it’s also fun and it helps me start the next part a bit more easily. Anyway, let me know what you think!

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If your name is crossed out, it means I am unable to tag you! :(

[crybabyddl]

JATP Appreciation Week

Day 6: Write a fic with your favorite trope

Enemies to lovers

{ @jatp-week }

Don’t Call Me Angel

Luke Patterson x Reader

Part 1

Warning: swearing, angst, mentions allergies in a comedic way, mentions of food/eating.

Word count: no clue

Here’s my masterlist!

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I was sitting in class, tapping my pencil against my notebook, trying to stay awake as Mr. Wells droned on about how to calculate velocity. I could feel my eyelids become heavier, but as soon as my eyes closed, I was jolted away with a kick to my chair. I didn’t even need to turn around to know the culprit was none other than Luke Patterson. Luke was the closest thing to a sworn enemy that a teenage girl could have. He and I were constantly at each other’s throats over virtually anything. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had pissed me off, but I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to pester him.

“What do you want, Patterson?”

“Calm down, angel, no need to get your panties in a twist.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Then don’t put your chair in the way of my leg.”

“That doesn’t even make se-“ I stopped myself as I noticed someone beside me. Mr. Wells handed me the yellow slip of paper, something I knew all too well: getting detention. As per most of Luke and I’s spats, he too got a detention slip, causing me to groan in annoyance as I turned back to face the board.

“Looks like we’ll be seeing more of each other. See you at 3.” I just knew he was trying to conceal a smirk, but obviously failed when he let out a small chuckle. I reached my arm out behind me, flicking the asshole’s forehead.

“Fuck off. Also, get a shirt with sleeves, would you?” I whisper-shouted.

“But why would I do that when you acknowledge my rockin’ bod?” He emphasized his words, leaning closer as I leaned back a bit, turning my head to glare at him.

“Get over yourself, Patterson. I didn’t acknowledge anything other than the fact that you’re allergic to normal shirts and that you have arms just like everyone else in this classroom.”

“Ok but if I go into anaphylactic shock, I’m blaming you.”

“Promise?” I say coolly. This guy is a piece of work, if anything. After about 10 agonizing minutes of class, the bell rang. I swiftly got up from my seat and headed to my locker.

“Angel, wait up!” I heard Luke’s voice call out behind me. As usual, I ignored him and kept walking until I got to my locker.

As I had finished putting in the combination and began opening the locker door, a hand slams it shut. I look up at Luke, who seemed quite pleased with himself as I let out a huff. I began rotating the dial on the lock once again, still feeling his gaze burning into me.

“It’s not nice to ignore people.” Luke crossed his arms dramatically, making a sad face. I rolled my eyes as I put my physics textbook away.

“Yeah, well it’s not nice to call someone nicknames they don’t want!”

“Oh come on, you know you like it! Besides, how could I not call you exactly what you are when you act like that?” He had that stupid, childish grin plastered on his face again. I often imagine slapping that smirk right off his face.

“You’re so fucking annoying, oh my god.” I stated, closing my locker with hip, beginning to head towards the cafeteria. I couldn’t wait to see my friends, Carrie, Flynn, and Julie. They always knew how to take my mind off whatever bullshit Luke subjected me to.

“I know you’re smiling!” Luke called out after me. He was right, but I’d rather drop dead than let him know that. I wasn’t smiling because of him, but rather because of my ability to get under someone’s skin. I knew Luke and I shared that desire, to be able to have an effect on people. In our case, it just happened to be through pissing one another off. I turn the corner and scan the cafeteria to make sure our usual spot was available. I made my way over to Julie, who was currently the only one at the table.

“Hey Jules! How’s your day going?” I smile as I sit across from her, setting my backpack down beside my seat.

“It’s going pretty well! I actually have some news to share with everyone!” Julie beamed as she took another bite of her sandwich. I opened my bag to get my lunch which consisted of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, water, and a granola bar.

“Well where are Carrie and Flynn? I wanna hear the news!” I exclaimed.

“They got in line for calzones a few minutes ago so they should be coming back any minute,” I took a sip of water. “Oh here they come!” I turned to see Carrie and Flynn walking in sync with their lunch trays.

“Oh good, Y/N’s here! Now we can hear Julie’s news!” Flynn sat down next to Julie and Carrie sat beside me.

“Ok girl, spill!” Carrie let out a shrieking noise in excitement.

“Alright, alright. Drum roll please,” Flynn, Carrie, and I all drummed on the table, watching Julie for our cue to stop. She moved her hands to signify cutting us off, like a conductor. “I’m in a band!” She was smiling so wide.

“Oh my god that’s amazing Julie!” Flynn gasped.

“When did that happen?” Carrie asked.

“I’m so happy for you!” I added.

“Thanks guys, it really means a lot that you support me. I don’t want to give away too many of the details right away, so if you want to meet the band, 4:30, my house?” Julie suggested, casually inviting us over.

“Shit, I don’t know if I can,” I groaned once I realized. “I got detention today.” The girls knew I was a bit of a troublemaker, so this wasn’t too shocking to them. It took Carrie a while to get used to my schemes and their consequences, but she eventually learned to expect the worst, so that the actual outcome seemed less intense.

“Of course you do!” Flynn laughed, the rest of us joining in.

“I mean it’s at 3, so if I behave myself, I might be able to make it for 4.” I explained, as I looked at my nails. The black polish was a few days old, but they still looked pretty good. When I looked up, my friendw were glaring at me with slight frowns appearing on their faces.

“Great, so we’ll just never see you again?” Julie said sarcastically. We all shared a laugh at her comment.

“I can’t make any promises, but I will try my best. Might not be easy though. I’m stuck with Patterson today.” I rolled my eyes, disgust lacing my voice as the last name of my nemesis left my mouth.

“For as ofteh as you two hang out, I’m surprised you’re not friends,” Carrie began, bur paused for dramatic effect. “Or more!” My other two friends joined in with sing-songy voices. It was a running gag that they’d kept since the 7th grade, despite my incessant complaints against it.

“I’m gonna ignore that because I love you, but don’t be surprised if you see me whacking your mailboxes like piñatas.” I leaned back, folding my arms and raising my eyebrows as if to say ‘your move’. I was obviously joking, but that didn’t stop the three girls from sharing wide-eyed glances with one another.

“Ok let’s get back to the fact that Julie is in a band! Please tell me you need a manager!” Flynn looked at Julie with puppy dog eyes and pouting her bottom lip.

“And if you need costumes for performances, I can hook you up with some threads, or I could make some for you!” Carrie offered, her eyes practically sparkling with excitement. She had been sketching designs and sewing costumes for dirty candy, and she was hoping to branch out to other types of styles.

“I have nothing to offer, sorry Jules.” I shrugged. I had never really had one thing I was passionate about or really good at, so I basically made getting into trouble my pastime.

“Oh don’t be so modest Y/N! Just come hear us play and let your imagination guide you!” Julie reached out across the table, and took my hand in hers. She gave it a comforting squeeze.

“Thanks, I promise I’ll try to make it as soon as possible.” I say, reassuring everyone with a smile.

—

Before I knew it, the final bell rang. I walked out of the music room and made my way to Mr. Wells’s room for detention. I had to stop at my locker first, but luckily it was en route to the room. As I turned the corner to the hallway where my locker was, I saw Luke at his locker, staring down at his phone. I was hoping to walk past him without confrontation, but with my luck, that didn’t happen.

“Y/N!” Luke called after me, practically bouncing as he followed closely behind me, leaning against a random locker next to my own.

“Don’t you have something better to do, Patterson?” I asked.

“Something better than spending time with my least favorite person? Of course not!” He reciprocated the annoyance. Luke usually played nice when we interacted, so his tone threw me off guard a bit. I closed my locker and turned to face him, trying my best not to stare at his flexed bicep as it was propped up against the locker, supporting his head. I had clearly failed at avoiding his muscles, because he cleared his throat, pulling my gaze away from his arm.

“Like what you see, angel?”

“You wish.” I retorted, causing his smirk to disappear. I began to walk towards the classroom, Luke following after. As we walked into the physics room, I quickly observed that all the desks were empty. I groaned at the realization that I’d be alone with Luke for a whole hour. I took my usual seat, Luke doing the same. Mr. Wells got up from his chair and stood at the front of the room.

“Normally I’d make you be quiet, or have you use this time to work on any assignments you have, but I have a migraine and I cannot stand being in this room another second. I’m letting you off the hook this time, but you will come here at 3pm next Thursday to make up for it.” I nodded at the teacher, who was pressing his fingers against his temples to soothe his headache.

“Thanks Mr. Wells! Have a good afternoon!” I said, grabbing my bag and all but zooming out of the room. I couldn’t wait to get to Julie’s. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and put my ear buds in. I shuffled my playlist for the month of October and kept walking. It wasn’t until I had reached the exit that I’d been reminded that Luke also got to leave detention. His hand was above my head as he pushed open the door for me.

“What, are you expecting a thank you? ‘Cause you’re not getting one,” I said, not turning to face him. “Also, I can open a door myself, thank you very much.”

“You’re welcome.” I stopped in my tracks, mentally cursing for my choice of words, as I had contradicted myself.

“That’s not what I meant, dickhead.”

“I know. And hey, that’s not very nice!” Luke’s footsteps picked up their pace to catch up with me. I put my ear bud back in, trying to ignore the presence of Luke, who was very hard to ignore.

“What gave you the impression that I was nice?” I retorted, trying to walk faster, but barely managing to do so because apparently Luke took big steps.

“Fair point.” Luke replied plainly. I decided to give up on trying to out-walk him, because clearly it wasn’t working.

“Is there a particular reason you’re following me, or is this just a new hobby of yours?” I said, walking backwards to face him.

“I could ask you the same thing,” his words coming out with a laugh. “I know for a fact this isn’t the way to your house.”

“Of course you’d know that, stalker.” I said, going to turn back around. As I did so, my foot hit a raised part of the sidewalk. I knew I was gonna fall, so I attempted to reduce the impact. Before my body hit the concrete, I felt a grip on my upper arm, followed by a grip on the other one. I opened my eyes as Luke had steadied me. I almost thought I saw his expression go from concerned to relief, but I shrugged off his furrowed brows being due to the sun in his eyes.

“I’m fine.” I grumbled, continuing to walk.

“Wasn’t gonna ask, but glad to hear it.” Luke replied sarcastically, placing a hand on my shoulder. I cocked an eyebrow at him, glancing down at my shoulder and back up into his eyes, noting that his irises were hazel, but with more green than brown.

“If you don’t remove your hand in five seconds–” I warned him, but before I could finish my sentence he had already taken his hand away, shoving it back into the pocket of his jeans. “Thank you.”

“Oh so you thank me for that, but not for saving your life?”

“I would’ve been perfectly fine with hitting the ground. At least then I’d get a break from being near you.”

“Your little ‘eep’ said otherwise, but alright.” He mimicked the noise I had made as I tripped. I thought it was quiet enough to go unnoticed, but I then remembered that only I could hear the music in my earbuds.

“You heard nothing.” I said dryly. The walk to Julie’s house was taking longer than I remember. I looked at my surroundings to make sure I was still headed the right way. I mentally sighed in relief when I realized I was right on track and didn’t subconciously follow Luke home. My mind had begun wandering, questioning where Luke’s house was, considering he was able to walk home from school. My thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of his voice.

“Back to what I was saying, where exactly are you going?” He tilted his head to the side, which made his hair follow. I must’ve let a smile come across my lips, because he looked at me with a grin that was half dumbfounded and surprised, and half joyful and child-like.

“None of your business.”

“Come on, tell me!” He dragged out the vowels of his sentence. I was tempted to tell him just to get him to shut up, but I didn’t want to give him that satisfaction.

“No. Do you see me asking you where you’re going?”

“I mean if you were to ask, I’d tell you,” he said with a lopsided grin.

“Good thing I’m not gonna ask, Luke.”

“I think that’s the first time you’ve used my actual name.” He placed his hand on my shoulder and looked to me with an exaggerated look of surprise. He quickly realized his mistake and removed his hand from my shoulder, mumbling a quick apology.

“Don’t get used to it. I was just too busy not caring.”

“If you tell me where you’re going I’ll stop bugging you.” He blurted out, causing me to look up at him, his lips closed, curved upwards.

“Fine. I would’ve preferred it if you said that earlier, but it’s as good a time as any I guess,” I remarked. “I’m going to Julie Molina’s house.”

“Wait, seriously?” He sounded shocked, as if he didn’t know that Julie and I were friends.

“Um, yeah?” I responded, confused. “She invited me over to watch her rehearse with her new band.”

“That’s cool! What band?” Why was he suddenly so interested in what I had to say?

“I have no idea, hence why I’m going over there and watching them rehearse.”

“Ah, gotcha.” Luke nodded his head.

“Okay, I held up my end of the bargain, time to wrap it up. Adíos!” I waved to him, expecting him to cross the street or something.

“About that...”

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I hope you enjoyed the first part of my new story! The second part will be up as soon as I can write it! :)

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[roachpatrol]

i enjoy that every single human’s reaction to penguin is unrestrained delight

[ayellowbirds]

And penguins lack large terrestrial predators, so their reaction to humans tends to be, “HELLO STRANGE GIANT PENGUINS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DO YOU HAVE ANY FISH?”

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I will reblog this on my deathbed.

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Please let him science 🐧

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This is the purest post on this dumpster fire of a website

[writerinlearning]

Colours - Soulmates AU Part. I

Show: JaTP

Pairing: Luke Patterson x Alex!sister!reader; Sunset Curve x Alex!sister!reader

Summary: based on a writing prompt found on Pinterest: AU where everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate but when your soulmate dies, the world turns back to black and white. Plot twist, you can see colours again in the afterlife.

Words: 3,1k

Warnings: light mentions of death

Author’s notes: This AU is somewhat based on Episode 5 of Julie and the Phantoms, being The Other Side of Hollywood. This is also a two-part AU, so watch out for a second part soon.

Los Angeles, 2020

           The sun was setting down behind the horizon, the golden rays reflecting onto the crystal water of the pier. A warm breeze blew through her hair, loose strands falling on each side of her face, which arbored a nostalgic smile.

           Her feet were dipped into the cold water from the ocean, the waves crashing onto the shore, but the sound brought a sense of calmness to her mind.

           Twenty-five years. It has been twenty-five years since Y/n had last come up to the pier, the memories of her friends too numerous to handle at the same time. But it was their spot, and she could still vividly imagine Luke with his acoustic guitar or Alex tapping his thighs to make a beat while Reggie and Bobby sung together. As for herself, she always sat down on the sand, watching with proud eyes her four best friends messing around.

           She remembered the day she had first met them through Alex, her twin brother older by twenty minutes. And she remembered when her eyes landed on Luke and colours started to flood her vision, suddenly highlighting her world. Alex had been mad for a couple weeks, wondering why on Earth his sister and his best friend had to be soulmates, but he quickly changed his mind after a long conversation with Luke and Y/n.

           She was fifteen, when she discovered Luke was her soulmate. And she was seventeen when she lost him.

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