#para:luke

[beckybprays-blog]

Because of You // Baker Siblings

Becky: paced outside of Luke's room. All she wanted to do was go in there and see Luke again. After everything that had happened, her fathers threats, she felt so much relief knowing that he was finally awake, and that this was the start of him getting better and of going back to how things used to be. Of course, she wasn't naive enough to think that this would happen overnight, but she was hopeful. And waking up was honestly the first step to him getting better. And she was determined to be there every step of the way, and to help him. When the doctors finally came out of the room and gave her the all clear to go in, she rushed to her brothers side and took his hand. "Hi, Luke," She greeted, trying to not get too emotional right now. She knew that he didn't need it. "How are you feeling?"

[personnages]

LUKE | modern/college au for @parisofmychildhood (because college aus are fun, dammit)

It was usually hard enough trying to find an open table in the library, but during the last month of the semester, it was nearly impossible. But he studied best when he was out of his room, so it was either here or the crowded common area in the dorm.

Luke glanced around the area back behind the biology shelves where he usually studied, but all the tables were completely occupied except one -- and it looked like he just might be able to fit. The girl at the table seemed completely absorbed in her text, so Luke stood there a little awkwardly before getting her attention.

“Is it all right if I sit here?” he asked, gesturing at the empty half of the table. Although, honestly, between his Aviation Meterology exam he needed to study for and the philosopy paper he had to write, he wasn’t quite sure which lesser of the two evils he would work on today.

[beckybprays-blog]

Confessions // Luke

Becky had wanted to ask Luke about it for days--there were rumors that Luke was the father of Tori’s baby, and she had practically told her herself, but Becky hadn’t wanted to believe it. She still didn’t want to believe it. But she knew that she had to ask Luke about it. She couldn’t stand this...uncertainty. It was just driving her crazy. So she made sure to wait for her father to be gone, before she got up from her desk and made her way to her brother’s room. It was quiet, and had been ever since Luke came back. She didn’t like it, but she didn’t want to focus on that now. She wanted to get answers from her brother. So she took a deep breath and knocked on the door before slowly pushing it open. 

“Luke?” She asked, stepping into the room. “Can we talk?” 

[ameliaberry]

Amelia was worried about Luke, he was practically living at the hospital and while she understood the importance of saving lives, she couldn’t let him starve. As she made some decent sandwiches for both,  put them into a tupper and then into a bag. She grabbed the car keys and drove towards the hospital where Luke was. Once she reached there, she knocked on the room he was attending and waited for him to let her in.

@drlucaswilson

[beckybprays-blog]

The Eye of the Storm // Luke

Becky had been in the hospital for what felt like forever (although it was really only three days), but she had barely had anyone for company, and she was starting to really resent her supposed best friend and cousin. She hadn't even reached out at all. Her mother was dead, and she and her brother were in the hospital and Clare couldn't even make time to come and see her. It was absolutely unacceptable and any doubts of her and Luke's plan went out the window. She had three days and she couldn't even be bothered. She still was having trouble believing that her mom was actually gone--a large part of her was still thinking that the woman was in Florida like their father had said. She was left with so many questions and no answers...and she was starting to get fed up. She also hadn't seen her brother since the accident, and every time she asked about him she was given a non answer and it was worrying. Becky looked up when she heard a knock at the door and her face lit up when she saw her brother standing there. It had been hell not knowing if he was okay or if he was okay. "Luke," she said, wishing she could get out of the bed, but her head still hurt and her ribs hurt whenever she moved. "You're okay," she said, "You...are okay...right?"

Luke "You're welcome to walk around the area once you feel up to it," the nurse spoke. Luke had been tossing in turning in his hospital bed, itching for the chance for a change of something. Dallas and Tori had already visited him, but he still hadn't found the one person he wanted to see: Becky. Luke rested his entire body weight on his hands, struggling to lift himself up. Had he always been this helpless. Luke pushed through the pain that was overwhelming his body and forced himself with a strong push onto his feet. He struggled to the reception desk and was greeted with a small smile from the woman. "Rebecca Baker. Is she on this floor?" She nodded, pointing to the room two door down from her. "Your father thought it be best if you healed separately, but Ms. Baker should be awake now," the women explained. Luke immediately rolled his eyes as he pushed onto the room. This was obviously something their father would do. Luke should have suspected it from the beginning. He knocked softly on the door, smiling once he saw his sister, but the smile quickly faded remembering why his sister was here. "Hey Becks," he greeted. He moved a chair towards the bed. "Just a couple of bruises. Nothing new," he shrugged. "How are you though? I'm so sorry, Becky."

Becky was glad she had her computer with her since she didn't really enjoy getting up and moving around, not that the doctors had entirely banned her from doing it--they encouraged her to take it easy but to move around, but it was just too hard right now for her to enjoy doing more than getting up for a few minutes, so she had been bedridden for the most part. That had given her a lot of time to think things through, and she just...kept thinking about how worried she was about Luke and about their mother. She couldn't get her mother out of her mind. How had she died of an overdose? She couldn't even remember her mom taking much of anything, ever. So how had this happened? What didn't she know? What didn't Luke know? Since he had been closer to their mother than her she would have looked to him for answers, but he had been just as surprised. So...obviously they were both missing something. She watched as Luke moved a chair and sat down next to her. "I'm glad you're okay," she said, honest. She was so happy he was okay. "I'm okay. And it's okay. I don't blame you, Luke. Don't blame yourself. Please."

Luke: "You wouldn't be here if it weren't for me," Luke spoke in an almost whispered. His sister looked horrible. There were monitors all around her and he could see the scrapes on her body. This was all his fault and no one could tell him differently. "What did the doctors say was wrong?" Luke questioned. The doctors had left him in the dark about everything regarding his sister. They wouldn't answer any questions about where she was, how she was, or if she was breathing. He attributed to his father getting involved. But why hasn't their father seen him? Luke was obviously cut out of the public Baker life, but their father still streamed money into his bank account every month and obviously was paying for the Baker siblings solo hospital rooms. Something was adding up, but there wasn't anything Luke could do. Just as he opened his mouth to speak about their father, in walked the devil. "Rebecca how are you fee-," he paused noticing Luke besides her. "Lucas."

Becky shook her head. "Don't think that way, Luke. Please. I don't blame you at all. It was an accident." Ever since hearing about their mother, she had wanted to cling to her brother, to make him come home, to make sure he was safe. Because she couldn't lose him too. Not after this. She couldn't deal with it. She bit her lip when he asked what was wrong. She didn't want to tell, but knew that there was no sense in lying either. "I have a concussion...it's feeling better today. And I fractured a rib or two. But other than that i'm fine," she said, with a faint smile for his sake. Becky had barely seen her father since she got there. She knew he had to be busy...but it still hurt to not see him in the hospital at all. But she knew that she probably should have been glad to have a single room. When Mr. Baker walked in, Becky looked at him, not knowing what to say. "Where have you been?" She finally asked.

Luke sighed, looking over his sister. "If I had just listened to that doctor and stayed at the hospital... You'd be fine. We would have been with mom," his voice spoke weakly. He didn't want to dwell too much into their mother. These were feelings he wasn't ready to deal with yet. "You don't ask me questions like that," their father spoke sternly. He looked to Luke with almost disgust. This was a too familiar look. "I fixed your mess. The least you could do is thank me." Luke raised an eyebrow, his eyes bouncing between his sister and his father. "Mandatory community service to be served in the church, Drivers' Education, and once you are released – house arrest. You better be glad Judge Taff owned me," his father explained.

Becky looked at him and shook her head. "Stop," she said, taking his hand. "I don't blame you. Don't blame yourself. Please," She said, softly. She blinked away the tears at the mention of their mother and shook her head. She didn't know what to do with that. "Sorry," she said softly, looking down. It suddenly hit her that she was really and truly stuck with their father. For good. Their mother wasn't going to be there to stop things. She looked at Luke, and felt...shocked when he said that he had community service and house arrest. "House arrest?" She burst out, looking between them, wondering what she had missed. "What happened? Why?" She asked, not realizing that the house arrest was for the accident.

Luke grabbed onto his sister's hand, trying to give her some type of comfort in this situation. It was like his entire family was crumbling in on itself. "Fine, Becks. I won't mention it again," he replied. Luke nodded listening to his father rattling off his conditions. Luke knew he wasn't going to get out of this scratch free. At the very least he'd be giving back to the community through all this. "House arrest as in?" Luke questioned. Just as those words escaped his mouth, the father added," My house. You have two days to move everything in out of that apartment and into the basement."

Becky gently squeezed his hand back when he took hers in his hand and tried to get him to smile, even if it was just for a moment. "Okay. Good, i'm glad," she said, nodding her head. She ran her hand through her hair and just felt...anxious that her father was there, that they were putting Luke on house arrest for the accident. It just...was ridiculous. "Luke has to come home?" She asked, looking at her brother. She knew that he couldn't want to come home, and she couldn't blame him for that. Especially...without their mom there anymore. It was going to be different. And Becky didn't think that would be a good thing either.

Luke: gave a faint smile to his sister, not really interjecting into the conversation anymore. He figured it was no use arguing. Luke spent a almost half a year distancing himself from his father and trying to become a better man, but now Luke felt himself being pulled back into that scared little kid he was when he lived at home. "Don't question me. We're gonna need more help around the house. Now I need to finish with the funeral preparations. Feel better, princess. Lucas," Mr. Baker scowled. Luke nodded still not knowing how to feel how to feel about any of this.

Becky just watched her brother, and as selfish as she was for being happy that he would be home...she knew that this wasn't in Luke's best interest. And she couldn't believe that their father had done this. He hadn't cared about Luke or what he was doing for so long...why now? When Mr. Baker spoke so... emotionlessly about their mother's funeral, Becky just stared past him, not saying anything until the man was out of her room. She finally looked at Luke and tried to give him a small smile. "Luke...I'm sorry," she said softly.

Luke kept his eyes on the floor while his father went on. He waited til his father was completely out of the room before lifting out the chair and checking the time. "I should go," Luke mumbled. He struggled to keep his balance for a second before heading towards the door. "Feel better, Becks." And with that he was gone.

[personnages]

(tag dump, pt 5)

[jennamariemid-blog]

when the night gets dark // luke

Jenna: knew that there was something off with Luke. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but lately he had just been...weird. So when he admitted to drinking alone, she decided to go and keep him company...and to make sure that he was okay, because something was telling her that he wasn't okay, and despite everything, she really did care about him. So she made her way through the hallway to his familiar door and lifted up her hand to knock. She thought about finding the key and just unlocking the door, but decided against it. When the door opened, she smiled at him. "Hey," she greeted, walking in.

[primadonnabecky]

Long After Dark II Baker Twins

Featuring –> Becky, Luke, Mr. and Mrs. Baker

Location –> The Baker House

When –> Sunday, May 22nd

What –> Luke tells their parents about Becky and Jonah, and their parents don’t approve.

Trigger Warning –> None

Becky sat at the table picking at her food. She hated dinner now, nobody seemed to talk, at least not to her. She felt so...alone in her own home, she couldn't wait for this entire thing to be over just so she could get community service and get out of this house. It was suffocating her. She looked over at Luke and sighed, taking a bite of her dinner. Her parents were just eating and nobody was talking and the silence was going to drive her crazy. But right before she was about to say something to get someone to say something, anything, her phone vibrated in her pocket and she pulled it out, not thinking about the no phones at dinner. She saw Jonah's name on her screen and immediately smiled, opening the text. "No phones at the table, Rebecca," her mother snapped at her. Becky's smile faded, and she put the phone down, eyeing it, wanting to text Jonah back, but knowing not to touch it again, she didn't want her dad to get mad at her again, she didn't know what he might do.

Luke hadn't been paying much attention during family dinner. It was the same out scenario every time; their father would talk about church, their mother would speak about her nonprofit, then each try to pry the children into talking about their days. But today, and the past couple weeks, was different. It was dead silent. Nothing but silent glances and few faded smiles every now and then in between bites. Luke looked down at his sister's lap hearing the phone ring. Even he had enough respect to leave his phone in his room. That was probably the only rule Luke actually followed in this house. Luke scoffed seeing Becky's phone. "Probably messaging her boyfriend," Luke spoke rolling his eyes.

Becky gave Luke a look when he scoffed, even though she knew she was the one who had screwed up by bringing her phone downstairs, but she hadn't really been thinking about getting a text and answering it, it just...kind of happened. Becky's eyes widened when her brother brought up Jonah, giving him a dirty look, she didn't want their parents to know about him. "Boyfriend?" Mr. Baker questioned, looking at his daughter, disapprovingly. She looked down and didn't say anything. "Who is he" Mr. Baker demanded. She gave Luke another look. "He's...um...Jonah," she said softly, not looking at her parents, she knew that they weren't going to understand or approve. "Jonah? The boy we pay for your piano lessons?" Mrs. Baker asked, looking at her son, wanting to know why he knew but they didn't.

Luke rolled his eyes, listening to his parents and Becky. "And possible drug dealer," Luke spoke under his breath. He looked to Becky, not even remotely feeling bad. Luke had tried to warn Becky before hand about Jonah, but she wouldn't listen. He hated throwing her under the bus, especially now of all times, but it is what had to be done to keep his sister safe. Mrs. Baker stared down Luke," Come again?" Luke took a deep breath before looking his mother in her eyes. "And possible drug dealer."

Becky heard Luke and immediately looked over at him. "What did you just say?" She said sharply. Jonah was not a drug dealer. He wasn't. There was no way. Luke was wrong...Luke had to be wrong...Jonah wasn't a dealer. She looked back at her parents when Luke repeated it. "A drug dealer?" Mr. Baker repeated. "You are not seeing that boy anymore, I forbid it." Becky shook her head. "Jonah's not a drug dealer!" She exclaimed, glaring at her brother. "He isn't a dealer!"

Luke shrugged, "What reason do I have to lie?" He looked to his father for the first time in what seemed like forever. "I cannot with good conscience let this go on. I tried warning her before things got serious and she didn't listen. She only listens if you tell her," Luke explained. Luke knew the drug dealing life all too well. It's his knowledge that keeps him from letting any of the Wild Girls, besides occasionally Sadie, to work for him.

Becky couldn't stop glaring at her brother. She couldn't believe he was doing this, and why? To get her away from Jonah? He wasn't a drug dealer. There was nothing to worry about. "Jonas not a drug dealer," she said again. "Why would your brother lie about that?" Mrs. Baker asked harshly. "Because he doesn't like Jonah!" She exclaimed. "You're through seeing that boy, Rebecca," Mr. Baker said. "You did the right thing telling us," their father praised Luke.

Luke "If I didn't like Jonah I'd knock his teeth in for the fun of it," Luke commented, crossing his arms. A smile cracked across his face as his father praised him. This was the first nice words his father had told him in months. He hated that he was getting the good end of the stick while his sister was obviously being chewed out, but it was only fair. He had been given that treatment all his life. It was only fair that Becky felt it for once.

Becky glared at him. "Oh great, thanks for the clarification, Luke," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him. "Watch your tone, just because you've gotten involved with a bad guy that's your own fault, not your brothers." Becky glared at her parents again. "I can't believe this. You're the ones who hired Jonah in the first place," she pointed out, trying to remind them that they liked Jonah. "That was before we knew what he does. You're positive of this, Lucas?" Mr. Baker asked looking at his son.

Luke "Any time," Luke smirked. He picked up his plate, remembering to clear everything off before turning back to the family. "You know this has been so fun, but.... I'd much rather go back to being in my room and being ignored, "Luke spoke to the family. His mother's eyes darted over him, waiting for a correction. "Sorry. I would like to be excused unless there are any objects."

Becky Mr. Baker looked at his son after he corrected himself. "You're excused," he said before turning to his daughter. "I don't know what's gotten into you lately, Rebecca, but enough of this. You will break up with that boy, end of story. And you will do it now, do you understand me?" He said. Becky looked down at the table, not saying anything. "Do you understand me?" He repeated louder this time. "Yes," Becky shouted back. "Go to your room," Mrs. Baker told her. "Now." Becky glared at her parents. "Gladly to get away from you," she said, rushing upstairs, she slammed her door behind her.