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Fight to shine together.-Luke Patterson x Reader
A/N: Hello again. Yeah, this is a totally different story from the 2 last ones I’ve been requested to write, sorry guys. I missed writing on Tumblr, so I thought giving a little Luke Patterson x Reader imagine to all of you. I was inspired by a scene I saw and thought with Luke and Y/N, it would be perfect. Enjoy. (It’s really bad, but anyways.)
Summary: After a break up with his biggest love, Luke Patterson has to handle her presence on a rainy, autumn night, as he tries to win back her broken heart.
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The soaked leaves on the path were stuck to it, as a pair of feet kept stepping on the carpet of mixing red, orange and yellow. An umbrella was dancing in the air, as the droplets slipped on it. It smelled of ending fall, and entering winter; that cold breeze could be felt on any exposed skin. It was a moment of peace. After the longest week of nothing but concealed pain, and held back tears, Y/N could finally feel a little bit of self-comfort in the autumn night.
-Didn’t think you liked walking at night alone, on a rainy night as well.
She immediately recognized the voice, and her steps got bigger.
-Y/N--you don’t have to run away whenever I’m here.
-I’m not running away, I need to get home for dinner.
-I heard your mum, she said you don’t need to be in a rush. Plus, I know she won’t get mad at you for being a minute late.
-You don’t know anything about me.
-Let me walk you home. My house is only two streets away, anyways.
-Don’t control me, Luke. -she spun around to face him now. The lights that went all the way up to the end of the park’s long path, shined every single damned perfect feature of Luke Patterson; the incredibly dedicated musician who she fell in love with. He had that known, soft expression, but it also seem so unfamiliar to her, because she couldn’t recognize him anymore. -I don’t need to be having this conversation with you, but here I am. You asked me in the studio as well, and I said no.
-We don’t need to hate--Ahh!
Two cats fought their way past Luke, as he jumped forward in fright. His hand found its way to his chest, as it dropped and rose repeatedly. Y/N’s knees were touching, as she laughed loudly in the quiet night.
-Is there something funny? -he shook off his hands, that were holding a wet tree.
-You--you should’ve--seen your face. -she could barely talk from her laughs.
At first, he was frustrated, but seeing her laugh because of him; him who kept breaking, breaking and breaking her heart to pieces, made him realize how much he’d missed seeing her happy. But, he let her hate him better, than having to cope with the heartless music industry.
Y/N was not a musician, so she couldn’t understand and didn’t know he was only trying to protect her from heartless paparazzi. She still visited them at the studio, because Reggie’s her cousin, so as an excuse of calling her to watch him, being the good friend he is, Reggie just wanted Luke to watch her while performing; knowing she’s the inspiration behind all Sunset Curve love songs.
-They’re cats, you dork. -she shook her head, and continued walking alongside of him.
-Who can know they’ll jump like that from the side of the path, huh? You would’ve gotten scared as well.
-No way, I’m not scared of cats.
-Oh come on, you can’t even get near one.
-Okay, okay fine, you’re right. -she giggled.
Come. -he caught her hand, and pulled her to jog with him to a gazebo covered in fairy lights. It started to rain more and more, so it was the only safe place they had. She sat on a bench and placed her bag next to her.
They waited for the rain to stop, but it didn’t and it only got more and more late. So, Luke picked up all the courage he had and stood up, taking the guitar out of its case. He kneeled in front of Y/N and started playing a song he wrote about her.
-It’s called Bright.
His voice filled the night, as tears started warming her freezing hands.
“And when I feel, lost and alone, I know that I can make it home, fight through the dark and find the spark.”
Y/N took her bottom lip between her teeth, and nodded as she slowly exited the gazebo. Her body was trembling and she didn’t know what to feel, or think in the moment.
-Y/N, I’m sorry, please give us another chance!
-Leave me alone Luke. If you really loved me, or let me say loved each other, then there wouldn’t have been a second chance.
-I wanted to protect you from this cruel world, and I didn’t want you to be miserable because of me.
-But I am, stupid, I am!-she yelled in his face.
-I love you okay? I always have and always will, this won’t ever change.
-I don’t need to hear this, I’m going.
-You’re not going anywhere miss Y/N. -he caught her arm, and pulled her into him, as their lips intertwined together. He missed and craved her touch for so long. It was a reunion of the year, one that everyone was waiting for, knowing how in love they were with each other.
-Hey--fight to shine together-Luke said.
-Bright forever. -Y/N smiled up at him, and snuggled into his warm hug. Finally, after weeks of being apart, they broke away their chains and took with them what only mattered--their spark.
Little love. -Luke Patterson x Reader.
Summary: A few songs, to confessions and apologies.
Here are the requests: Heya! If requests are still open, can I please request a JATP Luke fic where both him and the reader are alive, and Luke and the reader both write music but the reader is down because of family reasons and cant seem to write, so Luke writes a song for her to help inspire her and he tells her he had fallen for her and it’s super duper fluffy and cuddly and sweet at the end ✨🥺
Platonic! Alive! Reggie, Luke and Alex (jatp) x Reader where she is the youngest in the band and starts sleeping at the studio more and more? The boys get worried until they find out her dad kicked her out. Maybe soft Luke, Reggie and Alex protective older brother cuddles? Sorry this didn’t really make sense!
A/N: I wrote songs for the imagine–seriously…🥺 Judge them, hate them, love them, I won’t be mad, because they’re ridiculous. Thank you to the requests and enjoy the imagine.
They could be heard from the street, and it made all the lights flicker in the neighborhood houses. The people were wondering what’s being thrown in the Y/L/N household, until everything was very clear to them. Together with a backpack, and her guitar bag, the door shut in front of Y/N’s face. Her chin touched her chest, and she started sobbing. Reaching for the backpack and the guitar, Y/N started walking away from the house.
She was supposed to be at rehearsal on time, and the four boys were waiting for her. But they didn’t expect her to come inside so slowly, and quietly get behind the piano. They had written a song, and it was the first trying it with the instruments. Luke, Reggie, Bobby, Alex; they were all trying to do their best, while playing the piano, came as an escape for Y/N, and they couldn’t notice anything wrong with her. But they changed their view on her state, when she looked up at them; as her eyes spoke the language of sadness.
-Are you okay? –said Alex, holding her shoulder.
-Yes—I am—just wanted to tell you that I’ll write some music first then leave the studio, so leave me the keys.
-Here captain. –Reggie dropped them in her hand, and gave her a hug, as all three boys followed him, Luke hugging her a bit longer.
-You’ll be fine. –he said, and pinched her nose, before heading for the door. Was she? Y/N didn’t even know herself. Her chin rested on her knees, as tears flooded her eyes again. It was the first time she had ever argued with her parents, with the outcome of them getting way too mad at each other, and ending it with kicking their daughter out.
-Why me? Why do I always have to take the faultiness? –she cried into her knees. The night was long, and Y/N was alone in the studio. Only, now, lit by a lamp, she took out her journal, and a pen. She was ready to spill out everything into words, which was the best way of reminiscing the words of her parents. Believe in me; she wrote at the top of the notebook.
“That night I heard, a broken voice from a bird, and by every word, I couldn’t feel no more.” She scribbled words and then sentences, until it turned into a complete song: “Believe in me, I’m not a lie, what I love is what I never hide. And those empty streets, that are filled with melodies, you’re hurting with your dissimilarities.”
-The morning came, and she wasn’t even aware, until a big shadow hovered over her, blocking the sunlight that was warming her face.
-Y/N, wake up. –said a soft voice, as it nudged her slowly.
-Guys? –she stared at Luke, Reggie and Alex.
–What are you doing here—so—early?
-What are you, doing here so early? –said Reggie, -And why are you sleeping on the couch?
-I was—waiting for you and uh—had fallen asleep.-Oh—okay—then let’s get started with rehear-
-Wait Reggie, wait. –said Alex, and the guy stood back on his spot, -You’re lying to us, I can see it in your eyes. It’s not the look, when you’re telling the truth.
-Something was up with you since last night. And I didn’t say anything to you, thinking an alone time is what you need, but I can’t pretend that I don’t realize those pleading eyes. –said Luke, and sat down next to her.
-My dad kicked me out of the house last night. –she said.
Reggie gasped, but Alex’s reflex was quick to shut his mouth, by putting his hand on Reggie’s mouth and giving him a glare.
-Why? Did you have an argument?
-He didn’t approve his seventeen-year-old daughter, to play in a rock band. I tried to calmly talk to him, but he started yelling. We’ve had a financial crisis at home for a long time, and he took it out on me making music. Why does he think I’m making music? Only because I think of myself and my dreams? No, I also do it to help my parents. To give them as much as they’ve given me. But he didn’t even listen to me; just threw everything we had in the house, then—kicked me out.
-Did you give them a call, or did they—give you—never mind. –started Alex, but then threw an arm around Y/N’s shoulder, to comfort her.
-Never mind, I’ll fix this myself. I have a song. I mean—if you want to read it.
Luke took her journal, and opened to the page she told him, and quickly moved his eyes through the lyrics, and smiled at the words, -It’s beautiful. We’ll try the music for it later. Alex engulfed her in a hug, followed by Reggie, then by Luke. She melted into the shield of the three muscular boys. They projected warmth and love, that it was the easiest thing for her, to just tell them what she feels, because she knew they’ll first listen, then make a comment.
-I love you guys. –she wiped away her tears, and fixed herself. They brought breakfast along the way, and Y/N made the table so they could eat.
-I think we should write a song about hotdogs, you know? –Reggie spoke with his mouth full. –Just as a reminder, we should never eat them from wherever.
-You’re lucky you didn’t die, for else we would’ve written it on your stone. –said Alex.
-Y/N, we need to finish writing that song. –said Luke, as he looked at her not so concentrated self. Her fork sluggishly moved around the food, and she barely took a bite out of it.
-Huh—yeah, sure, we’ll finish it.
And they did. It was a beautiful song. He thought she wouldn’t be able to think of anything, but emotions had trapped her hard, that she thought of very breathtaking lines. They even tried it with the music, and were ready to add it onto the lists of the songs for the album.
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Her head was slowly falling, and the boys decided to stay with her that night, and not leave her alone in the studio. Reggie was half asleep on the other couch, while Alex played with his drumsticks. Luke was holding his guitar, trying to think of some new words. Y/N’s head fell on her shoulder, and she was asleep, just like Reggie.
Luke looked over, to see her peacefully, with pouted lips, asleep next to him. It was painful seeing her in an uncomfortable position, so he picked her up in his hands, and placed her nicely on the couch, throwing a blanket over her body. Luke sat there for hours, observing her as she slept, and thought about the history the both of them had. He’s been observing her like that for a long time; since the day they met each other, but never knew how to express how he feels, scared it’s only one-sided.
The pen moved on the paper, making little dents as he wrote. Words were spilling out, as his eyes glanced at her, analyzing every detail of her face. Little love
- LITTLE LOVE
Closed eyes, pursed lips, one by one they tell me your sides,
Will I be able to fix what you feel?
Can I tame those wild tides?
And can I give a little love,
To my angel, of all the above.
Don’t remember them breaking words,
I don’t know, if there’s something you can remember,
But just leave them behind, and I’ll be your heart’s tender.
And just like a free bird,
Fly away from what you heard,
Brush away your pride,
And swim away with your sorrow tide.
But before you go, can I get little love,
Can I get those peaceful eyes?
And those warm lips,
To break away some of them boundaries?
Reggie and Alex were now, both, asleep, and Luke was alone with his written song. He tried to persuade himself into the confession through the song, without hurting her, because he knew she had such a hard time at the moment. But the next day, when he found a chance to be alone with her, Luke pulled her hand, and they both sat on the couch. He positioned his guitar, and gave her the written song. He started playing, and singing the words.
Y/N’s mouth fell apart, as her eyes widened a bit. She couldn’t even breathe in the moment, because Luke’s soft eyes didn’t leave hers, while he shot the words at her. He was such a sweet person, and she now remembered how much she admired him for the way all his emotions could be heard from his lyrics. But these—she thought she understood wrong, until the guitar dropped on the floor, and his hands were cupping her face. Their lips melted into each other, as her tears pecked his face. It was a moment of relief, and he couldn’t be more in need to take all her pain, and keep it to himself, so she doesn’t have to go through it.
-I love you. -he whispered when they split apart, and finally looked into her eyes.
-Our feelings are mutual, Luke Patterson. I love you too. And this song—is—just—perfect; flawless.
-Just like you. And I know you won’t agree, but I’ve never seen someone so responsible for everything in their life. You’ll get through this; we’ll get through this. You have my support and love like you always did.
-They won’t want me back, Luke.
-Yes they will, trust me. They’re your parents, and if there’s something the most important in their life, that’s you; their daughter. And I don’t doubt, they’re waiting for you. So—let’s go, we’ll fix this together, I’ll hold your hand till the house. You are doing what you love, and you’re doing it well, and it would be a loss if you leave it.
-Thank you so much for being next to me. Always. –she snuggled into him.
-I’ll forever hold you in my arms whenever something goes wrong. But just know, I’m doing everything so you don’t cry.
-I know; I hope I’ll be as sweet as you are. Writing me songs, and taking care of me.
-You’re already doing that, bird. You have your precious love, bewitch me. Isn’t that enough? –he kissed her forehead, and gestured her so they could leave for her parents’ house.
That night, not only were the boundaries between Luke and Y/N taken away, but also between her and her family. Now, they let her explain herself, and express the love for music, and all that was in their hands was to agree on her profession. As well as approve the relationship with the beautiful boy, that had as much as love for music as her—as well as for Y/N.
Still cannot believe myself, sat down and wrote poems for this imagine 😂 Trust me I still cringe at them.
tag yourself: autumn edition
tea or hot chocolate? cozy books or halloween movies? plaid or corduroy? foggy mornings or twinkly nights? orange or black? pumpkin or apple pie? wool or velvet? picking fruit or carving pumpkins? libraries or coffee shops? cinnamon or peanut butter? spooky or cozy halloween? candles or fairy lights?
tea or hot chocolate? cozy books or halloween movies? plaid or corduroy? foggy mornings or twinkly nights? orange or black? pumpkin or apple pie? wool or velvet? picking fruit or carving pumpkins? libraries or coffee shops? cinnamon or peanut butter? spooky or cozy halloween? candles or fairy lights?
@intergalxtic you’re the only friend I have that does these. Also I got here first haha!
tea or hot chocolate? cozy books or halloween movies? plaid or corduroy? foggy mornings or twinkly nights? orange or black? pumpkin or apple pie? wool or velvet? picking fruit or carving pumpkins? libraries or coffee shops? cinnamon or peanut butter? spooky or cozy halloween? candles or fairy lights?
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Aaaw thanks!
Tea or hot chocolate? Cozy books or Halloween movies? Plaid or corduroy? Foggy Mornings or Twinkly Nights? Orange or black? Pumpkin or Apple Pie? Wool or velvet? Picking fruits or carving pumpkins? Libraries or Coffee Shops? Cinnamon or Peanut Butter? Spooky or Cozy Halloween? Candles or Fairy Lights?
I’ll tag @jaeyuyoo @musicalsandfluff and @starkidding-around (sorry if you’ve already been tagged)
Tea or hot chocolate? Cozy books or Halloween movies? Plaid or corduroy? Foggy Mornings or Twinkly Nights? Orange or black? Pumpkin or Apple Pie? Wool or velvet? Picking fruits or carving pumpkins? Libraries or Coffee Shops? Cinnamon or Peanut Butter? Spooky or Cozy Halloween? Candles or Fairy Lights?
thanks for the tag!! i’ll tag @theinsanelylogical @cromchychipdip @twisted-songbird @deerecho and @iamnotdoinganythingillegal c:
tea or hot chocolate? cozy books or halloween movies? plaid or corduroy? foggy mornings or twinkly nights? orange or black? pumpkin or apple pie? wool or velvet? picking fruit or carving pumpkins? libraries or coffee shops? cinnamon or peanut butter? spooky or cozy halloween? candles or fairy lights?
Thank you for the tag!!! I tag @livingforfalafels @go-to-ya-friend-oak @peachteakitty @jaskiers-sweetkiss @n0ts0sane @hot-scotch and anyone else who loves autumn can join in! I welcome you!
Thanks for the tag!
tea or hot chocolate? cozy books or halloween movies? plaid or corduroy? foggy mornings or twinkly nights? orange or black? pumpkin or apple pie? wool or velvet? picking fruit or carving pumpkins? libraries or coffee shops? cinnamon or peanut butter? spooky or cozy halloween? candles or fairy lights?
Tagging: @meangirlsx @x-simmons-x @ghost-getters @loved-the-stars-too-fondly @sunsetjulies @sunflowerspidey
Thank you for tagging me! What a great way to celebrate autumn and Halloween. I love how many of these we have in common…despite my inability to choose on a couple.
tea or hot chocolate? cozy books or halloween movies? plaid or corduroy? foggy mornings or twinkly nights? orange or black? pumpkin or apple pie? wool or velvet? picking fruit or carving pumpkins? libraries or coffee shops? cinnamon or peanut butter? spooky or cozy halloween? candles or fairy lights?
Tagging: @walkingonshunshine @ssprayberrythings @txrii @jatp-headcannon-theories @crybabyddl
tea or hot chocolate? cozy books or halloween movies? plaid or corduroy? foggy mornings or twinkly nights? orange or black? pumpkin or apple pie? wool or velvet? picking fruit or carving pumpkins? libraries or coffee shops? cinnamon or peanut butter? spooky or cozy halloween? candles or fairy lights?
Thank you @meangirlsx for tagging me💜 i tag @theobxhummingbird
tea or hot chocolate? cozy books or halloween movies? plaid or corduroy? foggy mornings or twinkly nights? orange or black? pumpkin or apple pie? wool or velvet? picking fruit or carving pumpkins? libraries or coffee shops? cinnamon or peanut butter? spooky or cozy halloween? candles or fairy lights?
Thank you for the tag @walkingonshunshine🥰 I tag @jatptrash1800
It is clear that we are just an advanced breed of primates on a minor planet orbiting around a very average star, in the outer suburb of one among a hundred billion galaxies. But, ever since the dawn of civilization people have craved for an understanding of the underlying order of the world. There ought to be something very special about the boundary conditions of the universe. And what can be more special than that there is no boundary? And there should be no boundary to human endeavor. We are all different. However bad life may seem, there is always something you can do, and succeed at. While there is life, there is hope.
The Theory of Everything, directed by James Marsh (2014)
Hi! Do you write for Tate Langdon??
I’ve actually never seen American Horror Story, and never met the character Tate Langdon, so no I’m so sorry, I only write Julie and the Phantoms and Outer Banks. 🥺
countless gifs from julie and the phantoms - 17/∞
Though I’m not leaving Tumblr completely, I’ll take a little break to fully concentrate on my studies. Just quickly wanted to come on here and say how much I appreciate every single one of you. The content and people I met on Tumblr is amazing, and am so glad that I’ve become a part of both OBX and JATP families. You---you are all incredible, and I---I am just super thankful for you. With new beginnings, I’ll be back with new imagines. 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 Love you all so much. It means a lot to me, all your support on my tiny blog.
The worst thing is: Getting sick when it’s study week. 😥🤒😷
When you're writing and you suddenly realize you don't know what happens next
When you’re writing and you suddenly realise you DO know what happens next
When you’re writing and you realise you have to write what happens next
My god that last one though
I’m alive people...and this all is exactly how I feel.😂
hi!(:
so i decided that with everything going on right now, it’s a great time to spread some positivity!🦋
anyway, to whom it may concern, this is a reminder that you are LOVED! you are BEAUTIFUL! and you fucking MATTER!!!
keep doing what you’re doing cause you’re AMAZING at it!
find things you’re passionate about and DON’T you dare let anyone take them away from you or stop you from achieving your goals!
most importantly, NEVER underestimate your worth! you ARE the reason behind someone’s SMILE!!!
I BELIEVE IN YOU BUBBA!🌻
oh, AND IF ANYONE TELLS YOU OTHERWISE LET THEM KNOW I WILL LIGHT THEM ON FIRE<3
These couple of days have been hell for me, and this is the best thing I’ve gotten so far. Thank you so much for this reminder, I’ll keep rereading it.😭🥰🥺❤❤❤
Posting on Fridays and the weekend. Studying really has been getting harder and harder for me. I can’t even concentrate properly. And also, if your request doesn’t reach me in the middle of all the others, I’m so so sorry. 🥺🥺
Edit: My JATP imagines will end the series with the last requests I got, the two same for Luke x Pregnant reader. Then, we’ll see if I’ll write about JATP, because I want to get back to my OBX imagines. Maybe from time to time I’ll post my own, short JATP one shots. I hope you don’t mind.
We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it’s forever.
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RUNNING THROUGH DAISIES. 🌼 JJ MAYBANK X READER
Summary: JJ’s willingness for family, rises even more at the same scene from his dream.
A/N: I wrote this a long time ago and never posted it. So, here it is my OBX family.🥰
It all began, with a few beams of sunlight. The warmth on his face, awoken everything in him, even those sleepy, squinted eyes. Surrounded, by not the same bed he went to the night before, rather one covered with flowy, white sheets, and even weirder, in the middle of a field, JJ’s feet settled on the soft grass beneath. He was not dressed in his typical, Outer Banks bohemian clothes, rather a white t-shirt and white pants. His brows were furrowed in confusion, of how he had fallen in this state? JJ’s panic arose in him, getting a tickle of stress of where he was?
To those two questions, there was only one way of finding an answer; going around the field, and trying to find someone there, if there was someone at all. His bare feet moved through the grass, trying not to step on a sharp object, when his look from the ground unstuck, and stopped to examine the person that was approaching him from afar. A white dress, littered with daisies, as well as a daisy crown on the head; she was the most beautiful, but well-known face in the moment. Running through the field that had peeked of daisies, she approached him, and stopped just a few steps away from him. Her hands started moving from the side of her body, and gently settled on her belly, slowly caressing the small, popped out belly bump. JJ felt the baby kick, and his surprised look turned to her. She was quiet, and didn’t say a word for a long time; just smiled to JJ, from time to time, and smiling in the long distance.
-Mum! Mum! Mum! –voices started to be heard, faded in the distance. JJ’s head turned to the blurry scene, only seeing white dots getting clearer and clearer, as they all placed their heads on the little belly bump, of the white princess. Their figures were now approaching JJ; while he was dumbfounded, and focused on one dot on the ground.
-JJ… wake up…-her face was now closer to his, as he felt a warm touch, mixed with a cold, touch his hand and lift it up to the belly bump. Her diamond shone in the sunlight, as her soft hands held his hand on the beating place. It was moving. –JJ, wake up. JJ, wake up.
-JJ, wake up. –was the last warn, as JJ rushed his head off the sweated pillow. –I’ve been standing here for too long, and you have 20 minutes to get ready for our surfing, double date with Sarah and Y/N.
The pillow patterns had printed on his face, as one side of his hair was stuck to it. JJ dropped himself back on the pillow, as his arm reached for the phone on the nightstand. It was way too late for his long preparations. His feet were now leading him to the bathroom, as JJ tried to get ready in the best way possible.
-I joked, we have 2 hours, don’t get fluttered. –John B laughed his way back to the leaving room area of the Chateau, that was always messy, but now it had a nice table for JJ and him to have lunch before the date. –Take a seat, my friend.
-You prepared this? –he sounded surprised, taking a seat across the brunette.
-Of course. I thought we could snack on something before our quartet meeting.
-Hm…-he took one cucumber circle in his plate, and played around with it.
And the whole meal, while John B basically stuffed himself, JJ was just playing with the food, that his friend placed in his plate. And not that he didn’t realize it, John B still waited for him to tell what’s wrong with energetic JJ?
-So? Are you just going to stay quiet?
-What do you mean?
-You aren’t eating, JJ. And there’s clearly something up with you.
-I’m not hungry, bro. –he dropped himself back on the chair.
-I know you are hungry; we haven’t eaten properly for a whole week. Don’t hide anything from me, we’re best friends.
JJ let out a sigh, and placed his elbows on the table, still thinking of ways to translocate what’s on his mind, to his mouth with proper words, -I dreamt a really weird, but at the same time nice and scary dream.
-What was it about? –John B crossed his arms over his chest, really getting into what the blonde had dreamt, that dropped him to that state.
-Y/N, in a white dress, running through daisies with a belly bump. Then four more kids approached, two girls and two boys, as they placed their heads on her belly bump. Dude—I don’t know—in that moment, something happened to me. She also reached for my hand and placed it on the belly bump. What—what if it’s a sign…. that she is…. I don’t know…. pregnant?
-Well—that’s one beautiful dream. But you’ll see with time. It doesn’t mean that if you dreamt it today, it’ll happen today.
-I don’t know bro- a smile spread on his face, -I love Y/N, and would want kids with her. But—you should’ve seen those four. The two girls, exactly like her. Eyes, lips, hair, smile, cheeks, laugh. The boys were blondes like me, but had her eyes. Oh those eyes, I really hope our kids in the future have them as well. I felt like the happiest man alive, even if it’s just a dream…
-Your and Y/N’s kids will be the luckiest, to have two amazing parents in their life.
-Five kids, John B, five kids. A baby on the way. –he bit his bottom lip, trying to remember the feeling of kids surrounding him. –I don’t know; I’ve never felt so protective for a family in my life before. Like, I feel the responsibility to be there for the six of them, even though there are no kids yet in both of our lives.
-Imagine, when you’ll really get to having kids. Teaching them surf; telling them about the bad outcomes of Pogues vs Kooks fights; reading them bed time stories about treasure hunts—
-And telling them how their uncle and his friends were crazy teenagers with an old Volkswagen and an HMS Pogue boat looking thing, and then getting a laugh of them straight in my face.
-Leave the gold hunting part out though; wouldn’t want them to get involved into any danger.
-You can’t even imagine the things I’ll teach my Pogue babies. –said JJ, resting his head on his hands behind his neck. –Y/N will be an awesome mother, dude. She’s the best. Cooking what’s best for them; reading baby magazines; going on controls to check the heartbeat; learning and writing homework with them; dressing them up in cute clothes and photographing them around Outer Banks. She’s going to be one dope mother, let me tell you.
-Yeah, Y/N will not only take care of five, but six babies. –John B laughed at his own joke.
-Six? How six? I only had five babies in my dream.
-You’re the sixth baby bro, you can’t even tie your own shoes.
-Joke, joke with me, until I see you changing pooped diapers. –he tossed a cucumber circle to John B, as he caught it in his mouth. –I’m going to get ready, Y/N doesn’t like to wait.
The two boys walked in the bathroom, one after the another, as they tried to get ready as fast as possible. Their market flowers were placed in a vase, ready to be given to Y/N and Sarah. JJ did his hair like she loved it the most, and dressed in comfortable, but elegant clothes; one that made him the JJ he is.
-Do I look like we’re having a wedding? –said Y/N, doubting the white dress she picked out for their date.
-No, not at all. You look like a daisy. –said Sarah.
JJ and John B were ready, and they couldn’t leave the house for forever. Either JJ, or John B forgot right when they’ve about to go out. So going back and forth, and finally exiting the Chateau, they were met with two of the most beautiful women they’ve seen. JJ gulped, and his eyes flickered, trying to persuade himself into a comment. He secretly nudged John B, but he was too busy admiring Sarah, to even realize what Y/N’s dressed in.
-Dude—he whispered through greeted teeth.
-Huh?
-Look at Y/N’s dress. I’m getting panicked.
-Oh—okay this is getting weird. –he said, and putting a smile he intertwined his and Sarah’s hands.
-Baby—he sing-sang; -you look like a da-daisy.
-Why did you and Sarah say the same thing?
-It’s because you’re one.
-Do I look like we’re having a wedding?
-No, no, not at all. You look stunning, and perfect as always. So perfect. –he came closer every time, and rested his forehead on hers.
-Come on, year’s couple, a date is waiting for us. –John B yelled from the driver’s seat.
Outer Banks was perfect in the evening; the sky melting into pinks and oranges. So many places for date, and John B picked out the perfect one. A long field of greenness, with a lot of flowers sprinkled around. The Volkswagen parked next to a wooden fence, and they all stepped out; the gentleman helping the ladies. John B came with a basket, which was filled with food and drinks, and of course a blanket.
-We’re having a picnic?! –Y/N put her hands together in excitement.
-Yes ma’am. –said John B, and they all entered the beauty of the field, finding a place to put up the picnic. JJ’s head immediately popped up on Y/N’s lap, and he looked insanely unreal. His blue eyes stuck out the most in the moment, as his blonde hair was falling all over her white dress. He was being kissed from the light of the pink and orange shades, mixed with purple and blue. Y/N pulled the polaroid camera from her bag, and took a picture of JJ, as she cupped his face with her other hand. She shook the polaroid, and showed it to JJ.
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Sarah and John B were also taking pictures, trying out poses, while JJ and Y/N enjoyed each other. His eyes constantly glanced at the rested hand on her belly, and it arose panic and curiosity.
-Y/N. –he suddenly said, and she hummed back in response, -Does your stomach hurt? Is that why you’re holding it?
-No, -she slipped her hand off her belly, -I think I put my hand there unnoticeably.
-Oh—okay…
JJ was contemplating on telling her his dream, but was scared that she might be uncomfortable. Maybe she didn’t want kids in her life, or even marriage, and it scared him so much. He didn’t know he was crying, until a tear fell on Y/N and she gasped, thinking it’s raining.
-JJ? –he sat up from his lap, -Are you okay baby?
-I-I dream-
-You dreamed what?
-I-I dreamed of—our kids.
-Our—kids? When?
-Last night. It-it was so beautiful Y/N. Five kids, one baby on the way. You were running through daisies in a big field, as they all made their way to you, and put their hands on your belly. I-I’m so scared I’ll be a dad like mine. One that can’t give them anything than bruises and bloody faces. One that couldn’t afford them what they want. I’m so scared Y/N; I’m so scared they’ll hate me like I hate my dad.
-No, no JJ how can you say that? –she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. –JJ, you’re not your dad. You know how to take care of the ones you love, so well. And I don’t doubt it at all, that you’ll be the best dad ever.
-It was the most beautiful scene ever, and I never wanted to wake up from that dream. You were as perfect as you are, with your little belly bump and the kids around you. And they—they were all like you. All of them had your eyes. My—babies—were—flawless.
-Aww, baby. –she cupped his face and wiped away his tears. The way he talked about his nonexistent kids, made her fall in love with him even more. And she was surprised, what one dream had done to her boy. He was one strong man, and she admired him for that. But, he softens at the sight of a family, and it made her sure he’ll be a family’s guy. She closed her eyes, and leaned against his chest.
-What are you doing? –he peeked to see her peaceful and smiling face.
-Imagining you, me, and our five kids. Five kids?! That’s too many JJs and Y/Ns.
-You don’t want JJs in your life?
-No—because I have only one. But I want them to all resemble you. I want them to be strong, compassionate, emotional, cute, flawless and—
-And?...
-And perfect like you are. To have your blonde strands, your blue eyes. I want them to be golden.
-They were. –he smiled, -I still can’t get over it. How they placed their little heads on your belly bump—then you reached for my hand, and placed it, and I felt a kick, and in that moment—I was born again. When I felt that baby kick, I knew my life wasn’t only mine. It’s yours, our family’s and that baby’s.
-You’re talking like we’re expecting one, and I love it. Though JJ Maybank, we’re still young.
-I know, and I can’t wait to be able to form a family one day.
-Me too. –she smiled at him, and reached for a pen from her bag. “Running through daisies” she wrote on the polaroid picture.
-Guys, -Sarah and John B yelled from afar, -come on, let’s take pictures.
JJ and Y/N helped each other up, and ran through the flowery field, to reach Sarah and John B. The four laughed and took pictures, then placed a vintage radio to play some music.
In front of JJ’s eyes, the picture of Y/N running through daisies, kept popping up and it, in some way, warmed his heart to know he’s going to form a beautiful family with the girl running through daisies.
Pregnant alive reader x father alive Luke?
Two requests about pregnant reader. I guess I have to mix them together, eh? 😂
Julie and the phantoms fluff where reader is Reggies younger sister and is dating Luke and ends up pregnant (not exactly planned due to them having only being dating for six months and them both being teenagers) but just how supportive the band would be of their predicament and soft baby Luke? This was a mess of a request...
On its way!
