#luke patterson fluff

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luke patterson is the type of boyfriend who yearns.

like- deep, whole-heart, boy-with-a-guitar kind of yearning. the kind that isn’t just felt in his chest, but in the way he looks at you across a crowded room, eyes soft like you’re his favorite verse. the kind that makes him write love songs in the middle of the night just because he remembered the way you smiled three days ago.

he worships you quietly and constantly. holds your hand like it’s a privilege, kisses your forehead like it’s sacred. he remembers the little things-your coffee order, the way your voice changes when you’re tired, that one sweater you said made you feel safe. he tucks them all away like lyrics waiting for the right melody.

he’s the kind of boyfriend who plans dates just to hear you laugh. rooftop stargazing with a thermos of hot chocolate. taking you to that diner you said reminded you of home. a surprise picnic with a playlist he made just for you-filled with songs you didn’t know he noticed you loved.

and when you’re curled up together on the couch, tangled in blankets and still humming from the day, he’ll strum soft chords against your thigh and hum lyrics you’ve never heard before.

“what’s that?” you’ll ask.

and he’ll smile like a secret. “something about you.”

because loving you isn’t a chapter in his story.

you’re the chorus he keeps coming back to.

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Missing Touch {L.P.}

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

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, a couple swear words.

Word Count: 744

You have known the boys for a month now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…the one thing he missed the most.

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

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Echoes of the Heart (A Juke lovestory)

Summary: Luke Patterson, a rising star in the music scene, grapples with his feelings for his childhood best friend, Julie. Despite his fear of commitment, Luke's love for Julie is undeniable. However, when Julie shows interest in someone else, Luke must confront his feelings before it's too late. Will he risk it all for love, or will his fear drive them apart? Follow their journey of friendship, love, and music.

Chapter 1 - The Night We (almost)Owned

22 January, 2020 

Luke leaned against the cold concrete wall, the thumping bass from the stage reverberating through his body and his chest still heaving from the encounter he just had. Even though he's outside he can feel the wall slightly thumping from the bass inside.

"Thank you sweetheart. You just blessed me with some good luck before my show." He says showing off his perfect pearly whites as he is getting ready to leave this scene.

The groupie, her eyes still glazed with desire, sidled up to him, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Leaving so soon, Luke?" she purred, trailing a finger down the front of his shirt.

Luke flashed her a charming grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yeah, duty calls. Can't keep the fans waiting."

The groupie pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a playful pout. "But I thought we were having fun, Luke. Don't you want to stay and play a little longer?"

"I'm good sweetheart. This is kinda my thing, I don't do well on the whole commitment thing" He says shooting her a wink.

"Yeah, yeah, you always say that," she said smugly. "But then you also always come back around. That's some kind of commitment isn't it."

The sound of her smugness slightly annoyed him. He didn't like her thinking she had some sort of power over him. She could never. That was reserved for one person only. The one person that had Luke's heart in a chokehold. Luke felt a sharp pang in his chest thinking about the last time he saw her.

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20 January, 2020

The moon cast a soft glow through Julie's bedroom window as Luke slipped through the shadows, his heart pounding with a mixture of anxiety and relief. He had been here countless times before, seeking refuge from the storm that raged within his own home. As he reached Julie's window, he tapped lightly on the glass, the sound barely audible over the distant hum of the city. Julie's face appeared in the window, her expression calm and understanding. She didn't even need to ask what he was doing here; it was routine for them. Without a word, she swung the window open, allowing Luke to slip into the room.

He didn't waste any time in crossing the room and collapsing onto Julie's bed, the weight of the world heavy on his shoulders. Julie followed, closing the window behind her before sitting down beside him. There was a familiarity in their movements, a silent understanding that had been forged through countless nights like this one.

"Rough night?" Julie asked softly, her voice a gentle reassurance in the darkness.

Luke nodded, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he struggled to put his feelings into words. "I just...I don't know what to do anymore, Jules. It's like no matter what I do, it's never good enough for them. They just don't understand why music means so much to me. It's the only thing I'm actually good at."

Luke gets up to make his way to Julie's dresser to retrieve his sleepwear. He opened the bottom drawer and rummaged around for a moment before finding his shorts neatly folded at the back. 

"You know, Luke, you don't have to keep pretending like everything's okay with your parents. It's okay to admit that you're struggling."

Luke paused mid-motion, his gaze meeting Julie's in the dim light of the room. There was a vulnerability in her eyes that made his heart ache, a tenderness that he couldn't help but be drawn to.

"I know, Jules," he said quietly, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "But it's easier to just pretend like everything's fine, you know? It's easier than facing the truth." Julie nodded in understanding.

With practiced ease, Luke peeled off his shirt, revealing the smooth lines of his toned physique. Julie's eyes flicked over to him, her gaze lingering on his bare chest for just a moment longer than necessary. She quickly averted her eyes, cheeks flushing with a faint pink hue, even though she was definitely already familiar with the sight. This was routine for them, after all. 

Luke caught the subtle shift in her demeanor and couldn't help but smirk, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. "Like what you see, Jules?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

Julie's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink as she hastily returned her attention to her book, hoping to hide her embarrassment. "Shut up, Luke," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Luke chuckled softly as he pulled on his shorts, the fabric hanging loosely around his hips. "You know you love it," he teased, unable to resist the opportunity to tease her further. 

"And you know you love being the little spoon" Julie fires back while sticking her tongue out. 

Luke chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he settled onto the bed beside Julie. "You know it," he replied, flashing her a playful grin.

Julie rolled her eyes, but a fond smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Luke scooted closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into his embrace. "Come on, Jules, you know you love being the big spoon," he teased, nuzzling into her neck.

Julie laughed, her heart swelling with warmth at the familiar banter between them. "Only because you hog all the blankets," she retorted, leaning back into his embrace.

They settled onto the bed together, Julie's warmth enveloping him like a cocoon as they snuggled close, seeking solace in each other's presence. It was a familiar ritual, one they had shared countless times before.

They lay there together in comfortable silence, the soft rhythm of their breathing filling the room. In moments like these, surrounded by the warmth of each other's presence, they felt like nothing could touch them

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22 January, 2020 

As the memory of their intimate moment faded into the recesses of Luke's mind, he blinked back to the present. With a forced chuckle, Luke gently extricated himself from the groupie's grasp and headed toward the venue, leaving her behind with nothing but a lingering memory of their brief encounter.

"I'll see you around Patterson" Is all he heard before he entered the venue. He pushed open the door, the thumping bass sending a jolt of electricity through his veins. The stage was their sanctuary, their domain where they reigned supreme. The neon lights of the venue flickered and danced in the night as Luke made his way through the entrance. The familiar buzz of excitement pulsed through the air, mingling with the distant hum of the crowd inside.

As he made it backstage Reggie and Alex looked up from where they were tuning their instruments, their expressions a mixture of relief and concern. 

"Luke, where the hell have you been?"

Reggie's voice carried a hint of exasperation as he eyed his bandmate. Luke flashed them a winning grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. 

"Oh, you know, just tying up some loose ends. Nothing to worry about." Alex raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his tone. 

"Tying up loose ends? Is that what you call it now?" 

Luke chuckled, his laughter ringing out in the dimly lit corridor. "Hey, a man's gotta have his goodluck charm, right?"

Reggie shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. Alex rolled his eyes "I hardly think your disgusting alley way hookup is gonna be the reason we kill this show."

Luke waved off their concerns with a dismissive gesture. "Relax, guys. I'm here, aren't I? And besides, I always deliver when it counts."

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As Luke stepped into the spotlight, the roar of the crowd washed over him like a tidal wave. With a smirk, he launched into the first chords, his fingers dancing across the strings with practiced ease.

This was where he belonged, in the heart of the chaos, where the music flowed like a river of fire. And as he sang, the lyrics pouring from his lips like molten gold, Luke felt alive in a way he never had before.

Luke shredded through the final chorus of their latest hit, the crowd erupting into cheers, their voices blending with the pounding rhythm of the drums. Sweat dripped from his brow as he grinned, adrenaline coursing through his veins like wildfire. This was the high he lived for-the raw energy of a live performance, the intoxicating rush of being on stage.

With a flourish, Luke tossed his guitar pick into the crowd, a gesture that sent the audience into a frenzy. He soaked in their adulation, reveling in the momentary fame that came with being the frontman of a rock band.

But as the lights dimmed and the band made their way off stage, Luke's thoughts turned to the real reason he was here-the music. It was his passion, his obsession, the one thing that consumed his every waking moment. Everything else-the parties, the girls, the fleeting fame-was just a distraction, a temporary fix to numb the ache in his soul.

As the band members made their way backstage, their adrenaline still coursing through their veins, they exchanged excited chatter and high-fives.

"That was insane!" Luke exclaimed, his eyes shining with exhilaration. " The energy in the room was off the chains tonight!"

Reggie grinned, his usual playful demeanor in full swing. "Yeah, especially when you whipped out that guitar solo, Luke! You had them eating out of the palm of your hand!"

Alex rolled his eyes, his sarcasm dripping like venom. "Oh yeah, because we all know how much Luke loves being the center of attention."

Luke chuckled, unfazed by Alex's barb. "Hey, someone's gotta be the face of the band, right?"

Alex shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, Patterson."

Beneath the banter, there was an unspoken bond that tied them together-a bond forged through countless late-night jam sessions and the shared dream of making it big. Luke couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude for the bandmates who had become like family to him. They may not always see eye to eye, but when it came down to it, they had each other's backs no matter what.

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The boys gathered in the garage studio, the familiar scent of stale beer hanging heavy in the air. Reggie and Alex sat on the worn-out couch, their guitars resting against their knees, while Luke paced back and forth, his mind still buzzing from the adrenaline of the show.

"Man, that was crazy!" Reggie exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement. "Did you see the way the crowd went wild when you threw them your pick?"

Luke flashed him a grin, his chest swelling with pride. "Yeah, they were eating it up, weren't they? It's like they couldn't get enough of us."

Alex nodded in agreement, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, it's like we're unstoppable or something. We're gonna be selling out stadiums before you know it."

However amidst the excitement of the successful show, there was a noticeable absence-the absence of Julie, who was usually a fixture at their gigs. Reggie and Alex exchanged a knowing glance, silently communicating their concern.

"Hey, where's Julie?" Alex asked, his voice laced with curiosity. "She's usually always here to support us. I don't think I've ever seen her miss a show."

Luke's smile faltered slightly, a flicker of unease crossing his features. "Oh, she had some stuff to take care of tonight. Nothing important."

Reggie raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his tone. "Really? 'Cause it seems kinda strange for her to miss out on a show like this. You sure everything's okay?"

Luke shrugged, attempting to brush off their concern. "Yeah, everything's fine. She's probably just busy with school or something. You know how it is."

But Reggie and Alex weren't convinced. They knew how close Luke and Julie were, how they were practically inseparable both on and off stage. Something didn't add up, and they weren't about to let it slide.

"Come on, Luke," Reggie pressed, his voice tinged with frustration. "You can't expect us to believe that. You and Julie are practically joined at the hip. What's really going on?"

Luke's jaw tensed, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. "Look, it's none of your business, okay? Julie probably had her reasons for not being here tonight, and that's all you need to know."

Reggie shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "When are you gonna drop the act like you don't like each other anyways? It's obvious to everyone that there's something more going on between you two."

Luke's annoyance flared into anger, his fists clenched at his sides. "I said it's none of your damn business, Reggie. So just drop it, okay?"

But Reggie and Alex weren't about to let it go. They knew that where there was smoke, there was fire, and they were determined to get to the bottom of whatever was going on between Luke and Julie, even if it meant prying it out of him one painful word at a time.

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20 January, 2020 

Luke and Julie lay tangled together on the bed. Their bodies molded perfectly against each other, fitting like pieces of a puzzle as they sought comfort in each other's arms.

Julie nestled her head against Luke's chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She felt a sense of peace wash over her, a feeling of contentment that only came when she was wrapped up in his embrace.

Luke sighed contentedly, his arms wrapped protectively around Julie as he held her close. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

They lay there in silence, the only sound the soft rustle of their breathing as they basked in the warmth of each other's presence. It was a moment of pure bliss, a fleeting glimpse of happiness in a world filled with chaos and uncertainty.

Julie hesitated for a moment, her fingers tracing patterns on Luke's chest as she gathered her courage to speak. "Luke," she began, her voice soft but determined, "we need to talk."

Luke tensed at her words, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach as he braced himself for what was to come. He knew all too well what she wanted to discuss, but he wasn't sure he was ready to face it.

"About what?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he avoided her gaze, unable to meet her eyes.

Julie sighed, her expression tinged with frustration as she searched for the right words. "About us, Luke," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness. "About what's been going on between us."

Luke's heart clenched at her words, the fear and uncertainty rising like a tidal wave within him. He knew he couldn't keep avoiding the truth forever, but the thought of confronting his feelings for Julie filled him with a sense of overwhelming dread.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Jules," he muttered, his voice barely audible as he turned away from her, unable to face the truth that lingered between them.

Julie's eyes filled with tears as she reached out to him, her hand trembling as she brushed his cheek gently. "Luke, please," she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion. "We can't keep pretending like this anymore. I know you feel it too." Luke's heart ached at her words, the weight of his own denial pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. He wanted nothing more than to tell her the truth, to confess his love for her and lay bare his soul. 

Julie took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. "I... I love being here with you, Luke. I love being able to be there for you, to comfort you when things get tough. And I always will," she said softly, her words tinged with emotion.

Luke's heart swelled with affection for her, his fingers gently stroking her hair as he listened intently.

"But," Julie continued, her voice trembling slightly, "if you can't commit to me, if you can't give me what I need... I need to put some distance between us."

Luke's heart sank at her words, the weight of them settling heavily on his chest. He knew deep down that he had been hurting her, that his inability to commit had been taking its toll on their relationship.

"I-I understand, Julie," he murmured, his voice thick with regret. "I-I never meant to hurt you. I just... I don't know if I can give you what you need."

Julie's eyes filled with tears as she looked up at him, her heart breaking with each word he spoke. "I know, Luke," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. "And I-I don't blame you. But... but I can't keep doing this anymore. It's killing me to see you with someone else every week and then have you come back to me like this."

Luke's heart clenched at her words, the realization of what he had been putting her through hitting him like a punch to the gut. He had always known that he was hurting her, but hearing her say it out loud made it all too real.

"I'm so sorry, Julie," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion as he held her close, his arms aching with the need to protect her from the pain he had caused. "I-I don't know what to do."

Julie shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks as she buried her face in his chest, seeking solace in his embrace. "I don't either, Luke," she admitted, her voice muffled against his skin. "But... but I can't keep pretending like this anymore. I need to do what's best for me, even if it hurts."

Luke listened to Julie's words, his heart heavy with the weight of her pain. He knew he had pushed her away time and time again, too afraid to confront his own feelings and too blinded by his own fears to see the hurt he was causing her. And with that, they held each other in silence, their hearts heavy with the weight of their unspoken words. Even though neither of them said it, they both knew this would be the last time finding comfort in eachothers arms like this. 

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22 January, 2020 

Alex leaned forward, his expression serious as he met Luke's gaze. "We're just worried about you, man," he said quietly. "You've been acting kind of... off lately. And Julie's been MIA for the past couple of days. You two have a fight or something?"

Luke's jaw tensed, his fists clenching at his sides as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. He knew he couldn't tell them the truth, couldn't admit that Julie had walked away from him because he couldn't give her what she needed.

"We just... had some stuff to work out," he muttered, his voice tight with frustration. "It's nothing you guys need to worry about."

Reggie raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Come on, Luke," he pressed, his tone gentle but insistent. "You know you can talk to us, right? We're your bandmates, but more than that, we're your brothers. We just want to help."

Luke's chest tightened at Reggie's words, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him like a lead weight. He knew he should tell them the truth, should confide in them about what had happened between him and Julie. But the fear of exposing his vulnerabilities, of admitting that he had failed her, held him back.

"I appreciate the concern, guys," he said finally, his voice strained with emotion. "But I think I just need some time to sort things out on my own."

Reggie and Alex exchanged a glance, their concern evident in their eyes. But they knew better than to push him further. They had always respected Luke's boundaries, had always been there for him when he needed them. And even though they couldn't fix whatever was going on between him and Julie, they could offer him their support, their friendship, and their unwavering loyalty.

As Luke turned away, his thoughts drifting back to the night he and Julie had shared that intimate moment, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. It had been two nights since he had seen her, two nights since they had laid their hearts bare and faced the truth of their feelings. And in that time, she had been avoiding him, avoiding the pain of their relationship that would never be.

He had tried to reach out to her, had called and texted her countless times, but she had ignored his attempts at reconciliation, leaving him to wallow in his own guilt and self-pity. Luke's reasoning for being afraid of commitment stems from a deep-seated fear of losing Julie, the one constant in his tumultuous life. Despite his love for her, Luke has always struggled with maintaining romantic relationships, preferring the freedom and unpredictability of his rockstar lifestyle. For Luke, music is everything-it's his passion, his purpose, his escape from the chaos of his troubled home life.

Julie, however, occupies a unique space in Luke's heart. She's not just another girl he's infatuated with; she's his rock, his anchor, his best friend since childhood. They've weathered countless storms together, supporting each other through the darkest of times. From Julie's grief over losing her mother to Luke's own struggles with family turmoil, they've leaned on each other for strength and solace.

Luke can't imagine his life without Julie by his side. She's been there for him through thick and thin, offering unwavering loyalty and unconditional love. The thought of risking their friendship by pursuing a romantic relationship terrifies him, especially considering his track record of failed romances. Despite his intense feelings for Julie, Luke fears that committing to her romantically would only lead to heartbreak and disappointment. He's seen firsthand how relationships can crumble under the weight of expectation and responsibility, and he's not willing to risk losing Julie's friendship for a fleeting chance at love.

In Luke's eyes, Julie is worth more than any fleeting romance. She's his soulmate, his confidante, his everything. And while he longs to be with her in every sense of the word, he's paralyzed by the fear of ruining what they already have. So he continues to push her away, keeping her at arm's length to protect both their hearts from potential pain. However now, as he stood in the garage studio surrounded by his bandmates, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness creeping in, a sense of emptiness that threatened to consume him whole.

But he couldn't let them see his pain, couldn't let them see the cracks in his facade. So he plastered on a fake smile, pushed down his emotions, and buried himself in the familiar rhythms of their music, hoping that one day, he would find a way to mend the broken pieces of his heart and make things right with the girl he loved.

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

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

Also feel free to ignore me if you want to byeeeee

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[jellycolors]

𝘫𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥

[charlies-gillespie]

finally free | luke patterson

paring: ghost!fem!reader x ghost!luke patterson

summary: after Luke duets with Julie, reader gets jealous and poofs away. Luke finds her and the two have a conversation that ends much differently than reader expected

requested: no

length: medium to long

rating: PG

warnings: none

!! NOT MY GIF !!

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tag list: @mrsbrookegillespie @screwunsaidemily @towheadblonde @marvelousmendess

You are hanging in the shadows on the side of the stage in a café when a guy with a microphone walks onto the stage.

“Okay, it looks like we’re closing the night out with one more group,” the guy says. He looks down at his notepad. “Julie and the Fat Ones.” The crowd snickers as you watch Julie walk past the Dirty Candy girls and walk onto the stage.

Julie finds her way to the piano and puts her microphone on the stand above the piano. “Hi,” she says into her microphone. “It’s actually ‘Julie and the Phantoms’.” No one reacts. “Okay.”

She begins to play the piano and sing. From hearing practices in the studio, you know how talented Julie is. Her vocals are amazing.

And she doesn’t know you exist. You’ve kind of stayed away from her but you’ve sat outside the garage, listening in to band practices. You’re only here for Luke. He’s a ghost, yes, but so are you. You met him when walking the beach one night. He poofed to the beach out of nowhere, scaring you, and the two of you have grown close in the few weeks since that happened.

You think he has a thing for you, and you definitely have a thing. Who wouldn’t? He’s cute, funny, and extremely talented. When Luke’s not with his band or writing songs for Julie and the Phantoms, he’s usually off somewhere with you.

The crowd watches Julie as she sings alone on the stage with the piano. Some sway their heads to the beat.

Until the beat drops and the guys appear on the stage.

I got a spark in me Hands up if you can see And you're a part of me Hands up if you're with me Now 'til eternity Hands up if you believe Been so long and now we're finally free

Luke’s singing into his mic along with Julie, who gets up from her seat at the piano. The crowd electrifies when the guys appear on stage with their instruments.

You smile and sway a bit to the beat yourself.

We know we can make it We're not falling down under Close my eyes and feel my chest Beating like thunder I wanna fly Come alive Watch me shine

Luke and Julie look at each other as they sing their little duet together. You stop swaying and watch them, seeing the look on Luke’s face.

Then it hits you that he definitely doesn’t have a thing for you. He absolutely has a thing for Julie though.

After repeating the refrain, Julie turns toward Luke. Luke quickly runs over and shares a microphone with Julie as he repeats back to her what’s sung to him.

I got a spark in me I got a spark in me And you're a part of me And you're a part of me Now 'til eternity Now 'til eternity Been so long and now we're finally free

After repeating the refrain again, the guys and Julie begin harmonizing and Luke walks over to the side of the stage you’re on. He plays guitar in front of the crowd in front of you. He looks at you and meets your eyes.

You look away and he goes back to his microphone. After singing a line, he backs away from his mic and looks at Julie. A small smile forms on Luke’s face as she sings the final line in the song. Luke looks at her in awe as she sings.

The song ends and the guys poof off the stage. You poof away, slightly jealous. You poof to the beach where you and Luke first met.

With a sigh, you sit in the sand by the water. The moonlight lights up the beach a bit and you watch the waves crash. You bring your knees up and rest your chin on your knees.

It hurts, knowing the guy you have a crush on likes someone else. It hurts more than most people know.

Plus, Julie is a Lifer. You don’t know why Luke likes a Lifer considering the circumstances.

With a sigh, you rest your forehead on your knees and close your eyes.

You hear a whoosh noise and a “hey Y/N”. Luke’s here. He found you. You don’t know why you came here of all places. He knows he can always find you here.

“I thought you’d be with the band,” you tell him, your voice monotone.

Luke says, “I was able to celebrate with the band. I wanted to come celebrate with you, Y/N.”

Still slightly hurt, you say, “Yeah, well, I’m not really in the mood for a celebration, Luke.” You haven’t been able to look up at him. You’re too afraid you’ll cry if you look up at him and you won’t want to cry in front of him. If you cry then you’ll have to explain why and you don’t want to explain why.

He sits beside you and says, “I saw you poof out after our number. Did you need to leave to go somewhere?”

You sigh and say, “I needed to get out of there. It was stuffy.”

“Then why did you look away from me when I made eye contact with you when I was on stage?” he asks. “Did I do something to hurt you?”

Getting slightly annoyed, you say, “No, Luke. You haven’t done anything to hurt me.” Sarcasm is laced in your voice.

Luke picks up on the sarcasm and asks, “What did I do, Y/N? Please, tell me, because I don’t like it when we fight.”

Finally, you look at him. He has a look of worry on his face and you respond with, “Why do you have a thing for a Lifer? You know she’ll grow old and you won’t.”

A smile forms on Luke’s face and he asks, “You think I have a crush on Julie? No. Kinda ew. She’s my bandmate and is more of a sister than anything to me. She’s a lifer and I know she’ll grow old and I won’t. Why do you think …” He trails off, realizing the answer. “You have a thing for me, don’t you? That’s why you’re acting like this and why you poofed out of the café after ‘Finally Free’ was over.”

You jump into immediate defense mode, saying, “No! I don’t have a thing for you, Luke. Nuh uh. Gross. You’re, like, my best friend. Bleh.”

He laughs and says, “You definitely have a thing for me, Y/N. I can tell. You got all jealous and left right after the number was done. That’s why you asked why I liked Julie when I don’t.”

“Stop!” you say, getting up and stepping back from Luke. “I don’t have a thing for you, Luke. You’re cute and all, plus really talented and really funny. But I don’t have a thing for you.”

Luke smiles up at you and say, “You definitely do. Why are you all the way over there then?”

You make a face and say, “You have cooties.”

The guitarist laughs and says, “We’re not in second grade, Y/N. I don’t have cooties.”

“Fine,” you admit. “Maybe I have a very very small thing for you. Like it’s so small that it’s practically nonexistent.”

He laughs and gets up, standing in front of you. You sigh and Luke says, “That’s okay, Y/N. I have a very very small thing that it’s basically nonexistent for you too.”

Your jaw almost drops when he makes that comment. He just admitted he has feelings for you, and you’re still standing like eight feet from him.

He doesn’t like Julie. He likes you. You’re shocked by this because you really thought he liked Julie.

“I’m embarrassed now,” you tell him. “I really had it in my head that you were into Julie.”

Luke smiles and asks, “How that you found out I’m not into Julie?”

You blink at him and reply with, “I’m still not sure because it was really deep in my head that you were into her.”

The lead guitarist of Julie and the Phantoms steps closer to you and he says, “I am definitely not into Julie. I am definitely into you, Y/N. How could I not be into you? You’re very cute, you make me laugh, and the little cheek dimple you have when you smile is my favorite thing ever.” You smile when he says that to you. “Yeah, just like that.”

Your heart races in your chest as you slowly ask, “What happens now?”

Luke steps closer to you again, singing softly, “I got a spark in me. And you’re a part of me. Now til eternity. Been so long and now I’m finally free.” He meets your eyes and looks at you so intensely that you shiver.

He stands a few inches away from you now instead of eight feet away. You continue staring up at him. “I, um,” you stammer. “Luke.”

“That’s my name,” he jokes.

You roll your eyes at him before saying, “I can’t stand you sometimes.”

Luke lets out a soft laugh before he says, “Yet you haven’t poofed away or anything.”

Your eyes are still on Luke’s as you say, “I can if you want.”

“I don’t think so,” Luke sternly says before he takes your face in his hands, pulling you toward him. Your lips collide with his and you gasp.

Luke is kissing you. You’re kissing Luke. This is a thing that is currently happening.

You kiss him back almost immediately and melt against his body. The kiss is soft and sweet, and it feels like you’ve done it a thousand times. Butterflies flutter in your stomach as he kisses you.

After a few seconds, Luke pulls back from the kiss and you look up at him. “I should’ve asked if that was okay,” he stammers. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t think-” You cut him off with a second kiss. He smiles against your lips as you kiss him. He now knows it was okay that he kissed you first.

The kiss continues for a little bit before you pull away. Luke looks down at you and says, “I want you to meet the band, Y/N.”

“Okay,” you say. “Take me to meet your band.”

He smiles before poofing away. You poof right behind you, both of you meeting outside the garage you’ve sat outside of dozens of times, listening to Luke practicing.

Luke walks through the door. He says, “I have someone I’d like you all to meet.” You walk through the garage door. Julie and his bandmates all sit scattered throughout the garage. Julie looks at you, obviously being able to see ghosts.

“This is everyone,” Luke says. “That’s Julie, Reggie, and Alex.”

You wave hello to everyone and Alex says, “We still don’t know her name, dude.”

“Right. This is Y/N,” Luke tells his bandmates. “My girlfriend.”

[adorethedistance]

Wired So Tight (4) - Artist!Reader X Alive!Luke Patterson 90s AU (18+)

JATP masterlist

Warnings: SMUT, this is a literal sex scene very nsfw, swearing. 

Words: 3172 (like, double all the previous parts)

Summary: There’s no time like the present to hook up with Luke Patterson! The only issue is this janitor’s closet is way too small for you to fit in.

A/N: I just realized that in part 1 I omitted Bobby from the friend group despite this being a 1990’s AU… Oops. Also, for those of you observant enough to clock that I gave the reader a flip phone in the 1990’s, you’re in the right place. And final disclaimer, as an LGBT, I am allowed to say the gays cannot drive (it’ll make sense eventually, just read the fic).

“Are-are you serious?” Luke pulls away from the spot under my ear where he’d been placing a sensual kiss.

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’?” I ask both humorously and incredulously. Luke stares at me for a second before lifting his eyebrows and microscopically shaking his head in pointed confusion.

“There’s like no room in this closet with us just standing here, how do you expect to- you know-” I trail off in a modesty that was solely elicited by embarrassment.

“Expect to what?” He teases before leaning back in and placing a lingering kiss on my lips. When he breaks the kiss, he barely pulls back and I can feel his playful smile ghosting over my cupid’s bow.

“Do that, you dickhead.”

“Well what do you suggest we do?” Luke’s lustful haze is clearing up as we both brainstorm what to do. I tried to focus on coming up with a solution, I really did! But he’s just so pretty. Even in the dim lighting of a janitor’s closet, the post-performance sweat glimmers like the night sky. His eyes always emit a wondrous glow, even when I can’t stand to look at his stupid face. And the contour of his lips! The way they relax from bliss, or lift from laughter, or the way they press together in concentration. Like right now.

“Y/n!”

“What?” I zone back in with a start.

“I know I’m hot, but the drooling is a little unnecessary.”

“Shut up,” I playfully shove his chest with my right hand, but before I can pull away Luke catches my hand in his left. My eyes drop to my shoes flusteredly. He then intertwines our fingers and caresses my hand with his thumb.

“Did you hear what I said?” he asks, leaning down to connect my eyes with his.

“No.”

“I said, I think I have an idea that might work. Just stay here. I'll be two minutes, tops.”

“Hopefully that’s not the universe’s cruel way of foreshadowing.” “Ha ha,” he says without a smile.

“Go, before my rational thoughts catch up with me!”

“Okay!” He zooms to leave, whips back around, kisses me quickly, and then bolts out the door. Ridiculous.

Now that Luke’s gone, I’m starting to come to my senses. He really pulled us into a janitor’s closet. And a gross one at that.

How romantic.

If you’d gone back in time and told Freshman me that I’d be hooking up with my nemesis, Luke Patterson, in a janitor’s closet, in a bar, on a school night… I might have dropped dead from shock.

Speaking of dropping dead from shock, what the hell am I going to tell Mia tomorrow? Will she notice the rumored ‘post-deed glow’ that people get after sex? Will I notice the rumored ‘post-deed glow’ that people get after sex? What does that glow look like? What if we don’t even do anything but kiss? Am I getting ahead of myself?

“Ready?” Luke interrupts my spiraling by abruptly opening the door to the closet.

“Where exactly are you taking me?”

“Come on, we don’t have a lot of time.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Before I can ask any further questions, Luke simply grabs my hand and drags me down the hallway. The farther we go, the faster the pace, and soon enough, we’re running through the tech crew’s tear down of the Lazy Crow.

Once Luke and I emerge from the dark hall into the backstage area, we slow our pace so as to avoid drawing suspicion. Glowing in the near distance, like a fiery red mirage, is the exit sign that hovers above the stage door. Luke pulls me through it and we emerge in a vacant alleyway. I don’t recognize any of my surroundings, and subconsciously squeeze Luke’s hand the slightest bit tighter.

“This way,” he tells me as we head for the back of the building, away from the marquee lights that illuminate the main street of downtown. Rounding the corner of the old cinder block bar,

I see a black Ford that can’t be any newer than 1975. It isn’t until after we approach the car, and Luke uses a key to unlock the trunk that I realize it’s his.

“This is your car?” I ask in disbelief.

“It’s Reggie’s. He’s our designated driver since I don’t have a car, Willie skates, and Alex is gay. Here,” he hands me a bunched up blanket, as I aim to connect the dots of Alex’s driving. Then, overcome with curiosity, I locate the corners of the blanket and lift my arms over my head to expand the image. Now fully spread out, I see the blanket is a picture of a giant wolf face.

“A wolf. How sexy-”

“Oh, shut up.”

“I mean, really, what a turn on.”

“You’re such a little shit sometimes. You know that?” Luke asks through gritted teeth and an unconcealable smile. After he relocks the trunk he lunges to grab me by the waist, and pulls me into a bear hug, smothering me in the teenage boy B.O. and whatever lingering notes are left of his cheap cologne.

“The later I’m out, the harder my parents are gonna kill me,” I whine at him through a tiny fit of laughter.

“Eager are we, Princess?”

“Just unlock the damn car!”

“As you wish, your highness,” Luke then opens the door to the back seat and bows, “Ladies first.”

“You’re so annoying,” I say climbing into the car.

“If I’m so annoying, why are you so desperate to get in my pa-”

Twisting the collar of Luke’s shirt into my dominant hand, I pull him in abruptly for a longing kiss.

“Reggie must be a really good friend if he’s willing to let you fuck in his car.” “As long as we don’t mess up the seats, he’s down to help a buddy out.” I laugh, “Hence the wolf blanket.”

We work together to lay it over the surface of the car seat. Once settled, Luke takes my face in his hands once more to hungrily kiss my lips. The kiss turns vulgar, much more explicit than any previous one in the janitor’s closet. And the added layer of frenching ignites a flame much lower in my body.

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. I am actually going to hook up with Luke Patterson.

Luke places his hands on my hips, and slowly toys with the hem of my shirt. His fingertips feel like ice against my flushed skin, due to anticipation. He then lifts the fabric off of my waist, and pulls the shirt off of my body.

Not that I was expecting the night to go like this, but intuition told me to wear my favorite bra and panties before leaving the house. Glad I listened.

After my shirt hits the floor, I swiftly take off my bra before looking back up to see Luke motionless, and staring at me.

“Can I help you?”

“Fuck,” he sighs which makes me laugh.

“Yes, I know, I’m an absolute goddess. Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Maybe, another time.” Removing his own shirt, Luke tosses it onto the floor, and then his lips are back on my neck. Instead of the chaste kisses from before, I feel him biting at the skin, sucking it against his teeth harsh enough to leave a mark. I’ll have to figure out an explanation for that, later.

His kissing and nipping travels downward to mark my collar bones, and the softer tissue of my chest. At this moment, I can’t help but think about all the cheerleaders who bullied me, and then sided with Luke whenever the two of us would publicly tussle. They’ve been sucking up to him ever since the band started getting big, but only one of us is in the backseat of his friend’s car, with our tits in his mouth!

“Fuck me,” I lace my hands into his tangled hair, and groan at the blissful sensation.

“I’m trying.” Luke continues leaving kisses down my torso until he reaches the waistline of my pants. As he lowers the waistline past the bulk of my hips, he stops to place sensual kisses on either hip bone.

“Luke, please. I just need you inside me,” I plead at the expense of his sensuality.

“Okay, I hear you. I put condoms in the glove box,” he says more to himself than me. While he retrieves the box, I can’t stop myself from eyeing his shirt that’s laying on top of mine.

“Uhm… I know sex is usually done without any clothes, but I want nothing more right now than for you to fuck me while I’m wearing your shirt.” My bold confession catches him off guard just as much as it caught me. He pauses briefly to register my words.

“It’s your world, I’m just living in it,” he shrugs while opening the box and tearing off a single square of foil. I grin widely at his response, then reach down to retrieve the discarded shirt. It’s slightly abrasive against the sensitive skin of my nipples, which Luke’s just spent the last minute marking up.

I’m pulled from my own dazed little dream world of wearing Luke’s shirt when I hear him sigh. He’s stroked himself a few times before rolling on the condom. Then, he looks back up to see me in his skull t-shirt. I lay back, propping myself up on my elbows.

“Have you done this before?”

“No, but I assume I’m in good hands,” I answer too truthfully. Luke laughs at my candid response before moving forward to hover over my eager frame.

“You’re sure you want to do this?”

“Yes! Don’t make me beg.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he smirks before glancing down, and guiding his shaft to my entrance.

With one last nod, Luke pushes into me, fully bottoming out, and groaning in relief. The sound medleys with my shallow gasp of ecstasy, and my back arches slightly off of the seat. The burning between my thighs is just dull enough to be overshadowed by the sensational pleasure. My eyes flutter shut as I try and adjust to the new feeling. It doesn’t necessarily hurt, but it does sting a bit, and it’s much different than anything I’ve been able to do on my own. My concentration on the pain dissolves as I feel him twitch inside me ever so slightly. The feeling turns me on beyond understanding, and each moment I take to adjust, I can almost feel myself grow wetter.

Luke’s breathing is ragged. I can tell it must be agony for him to wait. The slight quiver of his hips resting against mine is indication enough for how needy he must be. I barely lift my head off the seat, and press my lips to his gently before laying back down and staring into his bewildered eyes.

“Fuck, please move.”

That was all the convincing he needed to pull his hips back, and thrust into mine. Now that feeling is much different than anything I’ve done on my own. The dull burning is back, but after a few more measured thrusts, the pleasure is amplified and I feel my clit involuntarily throb.

After a little bit, Luke’s found a rhythm that feels amazing for the both of us. I can’t help the lewd sound that resonates through my chest, into the car. My-something between a moan and a whine-really gets Luke going as he lets a string of curses fall from his pretty lips.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking good, that doesn’t hurt you does it?”

“The squeezing?” I ask between pants, “No.”

“Good. Don’t fucking stop.” His praise feels genuine, like no other girl has made him feel this way. And that makes everything feel a million times better. It feels better than any shower head or hair brush that’s had to suffice in the past.

“Luke!” I cry out when he pushes deeper inside of me. I can feel the smirk Luke is sporting even with my eyes closed. My curses of delight encourage him to move faster and he does not disappoint. Each thrust reaches deeper, hits harder, until I can’t produce any more sound. Just shallow breaths passing through my parted lips.

Luke then sucks the tip of his middle finger into his mouth, before dropping it down to rub short, calculated strokes over my clit. It’s an obscene contrast to the languid thrusts of his hips.

“God, you feel so good,” he nearly whispers as he drops his head to place another hungry kiss on my neck. My left arm desperately reaches up to hug his bare torso closer to mine, and my right hand reaches up to tangle into the back of his mousy brown hair. I can’t help the way I subconsciously pull his body closer to mine. I never want this moment to end. Right now, it’s only me and him. Me and him only.

“Not such a smartass when you’re getting dicked down real good, huh?”

“It’s ‘really well’, not ‘real good’” I sigh and I can feel him mischievously smile into the love bites he’s leaving on the side of my neck. Then, he slightly adjusts the angle of his hips, and when he presses back into me with force, I can’t stop the small screech that tears through my vocal cords.

I feel him grin against the skin below my jaw bone.

“Found it.”

I’m seeing stars from the new sensation of pleasure.

“You okay?” He checks in as he continues to move. A broken sob racks through my body in response,

“So good. I’m so close, Luke.” His face then resurfaces from my side and he captures my mouth in a greedy kiss. The rhythm of his hips coming to meet mine speeds up. And I feel his fingers against my clit again, which amplifies the internal pleasure by 100. My nerves are on fire as the quick, synchronized movement of his hips and his fingers together is enough to push me over the edge. For a few seconds I fall completely silent. My eyes squeeze shut and my lips part in ecstasy. The feeling of floating on cloud nine is briskly broken as my abdominal muscles begin convulsing, and I know Luke can feel my walls fluttering around him.

Luke’s movements become sloppy, fatigued.

After one…

two…

three more measured thrusts, Luke’s movements come to a stop. When he stills, he’s pressed as deep as he can go inside of me. With his hips flush against mine, and his head buried into my neck, Luke’s frozen position is disrupted by a shiver, and his body begins to rhythmically convulse over top of mine.

“Oh fuck!” he groans in the raspiest voice I’ve ever heard him speak.

Within a few seconds, his high is replaced by exhaustion, and I feel him relax into a deadweight on top of me.

“Shit,” I say on an exhale which morphs into a blissed-out laugh. The rush of post-orgasm endorphins sends us both into a small laughing fit.

Heat radiates off of Luke’s tired frame, and I hug him into my body once more. When I let go, Luke pushes up off of my body, and once he’s basically upright, he moves to pull out of me. The movement causes both of us to hiss from heightened sensitivity down there.

I remove Luke’s shirt from my naked chest, and locate my clothes on the floor. We take comfort in the silence that’s occasionally broken from our heavy breathing as we get dressed. What a night.

“I should get going, the last bus is probably gonna be here any minute, if I haven’t already missed it.” Luke’s head snaps up and he looks at me with a frown.

“Don’t take the bus, we can drop you off at home,” he offers, reaching out to hand me my shirt.  

“I don’t know. I don’t wanna put you or your friends in that position,” I go to take it from him, but instead of handing it over, Luke tucks my shirt behind his back.

“We’re taking you home, okay?”

“Is me saying yes the only way you’ll give me my shirt back?” I sigh after tying on my other shoe. Luke nods in apprehension.

“Okay. You can drive me home.” Luke then grins in victory and hands me my shirt.

“I’m gonna grab the boys and then we can head out.” Before he gets out of the car, Luke places one more lengthy kiss on my lips, and scrambles out of the car. I’m surprised by the kiss, I thought this was gonna be just another one of his hook ups. Is he even looking for a relationship? I’m not gonna ask. That’ll be a conversation for a different day. As I wrap up that train of thought, Luke’s resurfaced outside the car with his three bandmates behind him.

He climbs in the back seat with me, but leans over the center console to put the key in the ignition. We just finished having sex, and I still can’t keep myself from staring at his ass.

Reggie notices as he hops in the front seat.

“Hey Y/n!” He smiles sweetly as if he has no idea what we just did.

“Not the wolf blanket!” Bobby cries as he opens the door to sit in the back row with me and Luke.

“Right? That’s what I said!” My comment makes everyone laugh but Luke, who is instead, blushing like a madman.

“It’s not that bad,” he defends quietly as he sits back down and buckles into the middle seat.

“It’s pretty bad,” I say with an uncontainable smile. Luke scrunches his eyebrows together and sticks his tongue out at me. I fake pout back at him before buckling into my seat.

“Really?!” Alex whines from outside the car. Luke and I share a confused glance before turning back toward the blonde boy. As he climbs into the passenger seat, he tosses the opened box of condoms at Luke in dismay. I bite my bottom lip out of embarrassment, and stare out the window to avoid any unwanted glances from the boys.

“I’d offer you shotgun so you could help me navigate the way to your house, but Alex refused to sit in the back,” Reggie laughs a little bit as he places his hand behind Alex’s headrest, and backs out of the parking spot.

“It’s fine. I can see pretty well from back here.”

“I’ll minimize any and all distraction from lover boy here,” Bobby only half-teases, nudging Luke’s shoulder.

“Thanks. I’ll need all the help I can get with this one,” I say, reaching up to try and tame Luke’s post-sex hair. Alex begins to crank down his window when he speaks, which prompts Luke and I to share an embarrassed look as we stifle our laughter,

“It smells so bad in here, oh my god.”

***

A/n: be gentle bc this is kinda the first full on smut I've ever written?? It was hard (no pun intended) and I had to walk away like three times while writing bc I got so flustered. Lol, hope y’all enjoyed reading this mini series as much as I enjoyed writing it. On to the next!!

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