#luke’s handwriting it’s so messy

[starlady-baby]

Random headcanon that I’ve had for a while: Reggie wrote the “hello Bobby” on Bobby/Trevor’s mirror.

We know Luke’s handwriting. It’s all over the place, it’s a scribbly illegible mess, given the many comments by the whole group and seeing his handwriting in Unsaid Emily.

We also see Alex’s in Stand Tall, and it’s pretty neat actually- and besides that he definitely has the neatest handwriting of the group. (Julie’s is probably pretty nice too though-)

Anyway, we never see Reggie’s and I’d like to think it’s messy but still readable, hence why I think he wrote on the mirror.

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

[achenetype]

loser! luke who sees aphrodite!reader with tons of gifts and letters from admirers and gets a bit insecure about his crush on her but all reader really wants is for him to man up and tell her his feelings 🥹🥹🥹

loser!luke nation rise UPPPP. pathetic men are the best

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

content: some suggestive themes, luke being so whipped for reader it hurts, daughter of aphrodite reader, mutual pining, first kiss (let's go luke you finally did it!)

listening to: right here by chase atlantic

you knew he liked you. he wasn't exactly subtle about it, but then again, no one was subtle to you. you were aphrodite's daughter. the goddess of love had blessed you with, among other things, the ability to sense feelings from a mile away. and luke's feelings were strong.

they changed depending on the day. every now and then, talking to him, you'd catch a tiny flicker of love from him. when you'd helped him look over strategy for capture the flag, his emotions rung out companionship, shot through with striations of the kind of love you have for a comrade in battle. mutual respect, and care. so much care.

now, when you're sitting shirtless next to him in the apollo cabin, squeezing his hand as one of the medics stitches up a wound on your arm, his feelings are dark. they're murky, as if clouded by something else. his eyes flick up to yours as you suck in a breath through your teeth, but they don't stay there for long; his gaze falls over your body; your chest, your stomach. the band of skin between your bra and your waistband.

you realize, a little slowly, that what he was feeling was lust.

so yes, you knew luke liked you, as much as any other guy did at least.

other guys at camp would give you gifts, ask you on dates. sometimes, they would write you letters, pages of messy, cramped demigod handwriting about how much they loved you. how they would do anything for you, how they could see themselves kissing you or fucking you or starting a family with you.

luke wasn't like that. he was your friend before he was anything else, and he didn't posture for your attention or try to impress you.

plus, you actually liked luke back.

he squeezes your hand again. "hey," he says, leaning over to look at your injured arm. "it's not too bad. only a few more stitches left."

you nod, biting your lip. luke's thumb rubs tiny circles over your knuckles, little concentric things that ground you to the world.

you wish, not for the first time, that he would lean in and kiss you. at least brush his lips against your hand, the way you can feel that he wants to.

you wish he would do a lot of things.

when the two of you are walking back to your cabin (because luke insists on being a gentleman, and you aren't going to refuse him when he smiles at you) he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled envelope.

"i was going to give this to you when we won capture the flag," he says, "but you...you got hurt, and i figured it might have been a bad time."

his eyes search your face as he holds out the letter. it's addressed in curving, fluid script to you, and as you open it luke's emotions flicker with uncertainty, with fear.

[Y/N], I think I'm in love with you.

oh. oh.

You're one of the only people who I can really be myself around. I could explain every reason why I love you, but that would take a lot more paper, and I already think this letter is going to be embarrassingly long. I've thought about you-

this sentence is scribbled out, but you can make out the faint outlines of the words even though you probably never give me a second thought imprinted into the paper. you look up at luke, who flushes a soft red.

You make me feel real. You're like a planet, and I'm just a moon orbiting you. Every time I see you, I feel like I can do anything in the world. I want to treat you right, better than anyone else ever could.

"luke," you say.

he looks up, and you swear his eyes are shiny with tears. "c'mere," you murmur, and pull him into a hug. "gods, you took long enough to tell me."

his arms wrap around you slowly, as if he's expecting you to be ripped away from him. when you pull back, one hand draped over his shoulder, he cups your face in his hands and thumbs over your cheek.

"can i kiss you?" he whispers.

I love you, and you are everything. You're the whole world. I would be honored to have you. — Luke.

"yes," you say back.

his lips meet yours, and you feel luke bloom with reddish-purple love. he kisses you like he's waited an eternity to do it, hungry, sloppy.

"i love you too," you murmur, and he laughs against your lips before kissing you again.

[7s3ven]

PEN PAL WITH ME ! luke catsellan

“ DEAR LUKE… where are you? You said you would come back. You promised… why did you leave me alone? ”

PT 1. IN WHICH… A letter arrives at Camp Half-Blood by accident and Luke takes it upon himself to tell the owner about their mistake, not knowing that it would lead to letters being sent back and forth between them.

PT 2. IN WHICH… Luke has no one else to turn to when he leaves camp and one day, he unexpectedly shows up on the doorstep of someone he knows so well yet has never met. His accidental pen pal is his last resort.

PT 3. IN WHICH… Luke’s pen pal waits patiently for him to return after he says he needs to return to camp. Weeks pass until she receives a letter. But it lacks stickers and Luke’s usual messy handwriting.

PJO TAG LIST (FULL) : @lostinhisworld @julielightwood @jennapancake @evrybodydies1 @kkrenae @s0ulsniper @justanotherkpopstanlol @simpforeveyone @papichulo120627 @corpsebridenightamare @lilacspider @urmomsbananabread @ur-lacol-dsylexic @hottiewifeyyyy @kamiliora @be-bap @finnickodaddy @th0tblckgrl @shoyofroyoyoyo @syraxesrevenge @ahh-chickens @dracoslovergirl @midnightstar-90 @liv1104 @krkiiz @arialikestea @maryclx01 @lukecastellandefender @yuminako @coryoskywalker @crybabysbakery @jsbabyyy @liviessun @p3pperm1nttea @angie-esc @purplerose291 @prettylilsimp @10ava01 @happy-jj @czennieszn @gisellesprettylies @loveyava @jamesmackreideswife @2hiigh2cry @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @randomgurl2326 @niktwazny303 @luvvfromme @y0urm0m12 @mochi-lover26 @annispamz

[xixovart]

my annabeth chase headcanons because i ♡ my blonde gf

i call her annie as if i know her?? anyway

(doing this while listening to my annabeth playlist i love life)

picture me this. you sit behind annabeth during college lectures. she has her laptop open and airpods in at ALL times. you’d assume she’s taking digital notes and listening to music? WRONG. you look at her screen, it’s sims 4 (occasionally bloxburg). every build is absolutely stunning. what’s she listening to? true crime podcasts (there’s one or two about percy). you see her open her grades one day? straight A’s.

 annie braiding EVERYONE’S hair when she needs a distraction. im talking leo walking around the argo with two tiny cute braids sticking out of the side of his head like antlers. im talking hazel showing up to capture the flag with the most beautiful goddess braids youve ever seen. im talking percy having an adorable little hairdo (long haired percy pls consider) and outright refusing to take it off 

when dealing with monsters or bad guys, she’s really good at hiding her thoughts and emotions, but in everyday life? oh my goodness. you say one incorrect fact about the library of alexandria and this girl stares at you like she’s going to rip your eyeballs out.

she plays jenga with leo. it's a madhouse whenever they do. architect vs engineer stop.

really likes painting her nails but the nail polish lasts approximately twenty minutes. she never lets it dry properly because shes ALWAYS doing something and it gets smudged, or she bites her nails absentmindedly. silena would always have to resist the urge to give annabeth a manicure whenever she saw her nails.

you’re lying if you think annie wouldn’t meet up with alex and magnus for falafel at LEAST once a month

when she was younger (7 or 8 years old), she very easily blended into the background. which was a result  from her stepmom’s and father’s neglect. she usually went unnoticed and you probably wouldn't notice she was in the room until she talked.

 girl’s day once a month with reyna, piper, rachel, and hazel. nico occasionally gets invited.

annabeth in first grade hitting a kid upside the head with a textbook for calling her a dumb blonde.

ANNABTEH IN FURST GRADE GETTING UP EARKY IN THE MORNING TO WATCH NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC IM DONE (im projecting)

i mean thalia and luke probably pretended annabeth was their daughter at least ONCE in a desperate attempt to not get in trouble with the cops

really really flexible?? for some reason? idk

some might have you believe that annabeth is the mom friend of the argo. youre wrong. jason’s the mom, annabeth is the cool older sister who teaches you how to pick a lock or sneak out. i mean c'mon she had thalia as a role model. annabeth is the aunt that you gossip with. annabeth is the sister that helps you with your homework, but also lets you cheat if it’s unnecessary/difficult.

this is prolly canon cause she’s an architect BUT in my architecture class today i learned that you have to use inclined (like this) handwriting in all caps and it’s kinda messy so NO annabeth does NOT have fancy loopy handwriting (also she’s dyslexic?? loopy handwriting and dyslexia do not go very well together guys)

left handed annabeth <33

[bordysbae]

“you haven’t called me an asshole yet today, everything okay?” with luke!!

“nuisance”

luke hughes x f!reader

🦋 BORDYSBAE’S 500 CELLY!

— ୨୧ —

rumor had it, a new boy from canada just moved to the one and only plymouth michigan, and would be attending your highschool. little did you know, he’d soon become the biggest nuisance to roam the halls. no one ever shut up about ‘luke hughes the future nhl player.’ girls even had crushes on him since the day he arrived, but not you. you just found him annoying. did you find him cute? yes. but mostly annoying.

“howdy partner!” luke beams as he slides into the seat next to you. a couple weeks ago at the start of school, you were unfortunate enough to be assigned as luke’s chemistry partner. and assigned to sit behind him in math, and sit in front of him in english too.

he grew popular so quickly, and that only made you hate him more. it’s only the third week of school and teachers are already allowing him to slack on homework just because of ‘hockey practice.’ luke knows you’re not very fond of him, but he just doesn’t know why. so that’s why he’s always bugging you, or so you think at least.

“hi, luke,” you mutter with your head resting on your arms. it’s too early for luke’s antics.

“someone’s grumpy. per usual,” luke teases, nudging your arm gently. you groan as the teacher begins speaking and sit up so she doesn’t yell at you. her words about chemistry sound like utter nonsense to you, so you don’t even bother listening. this is unusual behavior for you, and even luke knows that.

“hey are you okay?” luke whispers, but you’re so tired that you hardly even hear him. instinctually, you let out a half assed ‘mhm’ as a reply. this makes luke’s brows furrow, but he shrugs it off and continues tapping his pencil annoyingly. usually when he does this, you get mad at him and force his pencil to stay still, but this morning you’re way too tired for anything. maybe staying up late studying for a test wasn’t as smart of an idea as it seemed.

once class is over, you can barely even stay awake. you sluggishly make your way out of the class, but not before the nuisance stops you. he tugs on your backpack and jolts you back, making your eyes widen. “what the hell luke!” you practically shriek.

“you haven’t called me an asshole yet today, everything okay? you’re so sluggish too, i’m honestly a little worried,” he asks you.

you look up at the boy, and now he gets a full glance at just how tired you appear. as much as you’d never admit it, luke asking if you’re alright honestly made your day a little bit better. “yeah i just stayed up way too late and slept past my alarm, so i haven’t had any coffee. thanks for asking though, asshole,” you chuckle, and he lets out a little smile. he pushes you playfully out of his way as he heads to his second period class, making you roll your eyes with a smile.

third period rolls around, and this is the class where luke sits in front you. as you walk in, you spot luke holding two coffees in his hand with a cheesy grin on his face. your mouth drops as luke hands you your usual starbucks order. when you sit down, luke turns around to face you, “is it the right thing?” he asks honestly worried he got your order wrong, but he didn’t.

“luke thank you! oh my god! when and how did you get this!?

“may or may not have skipped second period and went to get starbucks. i could tell how tired you were, and i was craving a bacon gouda too so…” he bashfully grins.

“how did you even know my order?” you ask, immediately sipping the drink before you.

“you bring the same thing everyday, i just kind of learned it,” he shrugs.

“luke let me pay you back, i have to,” you insist, grabbing your wallet as you speak.“absolutely not y/n, it’s my treat. plus, you didn’t read the side of the cup,” he says before turning around in his seat as class begins. you rotate the cup, and notice semi-messy handwriting on the side in black sharpie. it reads: ‘can i take you out on a date?’

your mouth drops, and immediately you tap lukes shoulder. he turns around, and you nod you head and whisper, “of course you can, asshole.” he lets out a loud laugh at your joke, and so do you. suddenly everyone is looking at you both, but you guys don’t mind. you’re both too happy to care.

[treason-and-plot]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

I was tagged by @anamoon63 and @bool-prop, thank you very much! I chose Mia because I miss her dearly and I need to zip over to Isla Paradiso and visit her ASAP!

Subject: Mia Nichols

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Mia’s uncommon fear is another one of her lovers dying. Her common fear is that something happens to her mother, Nanette.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Cookie’s existence.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Her signature vanilla body spray and loose tampons and condoms 

What do they notice first in a person?

Their sex appeal.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? 6

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Mia is a fighter.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Mia is the only child of a single mother.

What animal represents them best?

Bichon frisé- because of her fluffy hair and friendly nature (unless your name is Cookie!)

What is a smell that they dislike?

The smell of overflowing ashtrays. When she was a waitress this smell always used to make Mia dry-retch.

Have they broken any bones?

She broke a couple of ribs while out surfing with her fiancé Luke one day.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Blonde, bubbly and chatty with legs for days.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

A night owl. Mia does NOT like getting out of bed early.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

She hates the taste of aniseed and loves the taste of potatoes deep-fried in goose fat.

Do they have any hobbies?

Sex, video games, watching soap operas, going to the movies, socialising, fantasizing about her wedding to Raj.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Mia loves surprises and would be thrilled! She detests routine and monotony. The more surprises life can throw at her, the better!

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Mia’s pride and joy was her engagement ring, which was lost during an altercation with a creep called David. Even though she still mourns its loss, it did enable her to move on from Luke’s death. But no other piece of jewellery has ever been so important to her.  

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Messy. Mia is self-conscious about her handwriting as well as her lack of literacy skills. She will go to any lengths to avoid her handwriting and poor spelling being seen by others.

What are two emotions they feel the most?

Excitement and desire.

Do they have a favorite fabric?

Not really, but Mia isn't into housework so any fabric she did prefer would be drip dry and non-iron.

What kind of accent do they have?

Mia was born in bred in Isla Paradiso, but it would be hard for anyone in Sim nation to discern a particular dialect or accent as coming from there.

I would like to tag @papermint-airplane @changingplumbob @windermeresimblr @streetlites and @wannabecatwriter @profoundlyburningsimscollection and @stargazer-sims. No pressure ever, feel free to ignore!

[starry-hughes]

happy birthday!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🥳 can i request 29. "i know it's not the best but-" "i love it." with luke hughes? thank you! :)

thank you! star’s birthday party

-

you wanted to give a gift to luke when you flew out to watch him play in the stanley cup playoffs after he left michigan. it was a scramble to get a gift ready, tracking down all his friends to sign a michigan flag for him.

you had carefully packed the flag into your suitcase and flew out to see luke. you ubered over to the apartment, the boys were meeting you at the apartment, just getting home from their morning skate.

luke greeted you with a tight hug and a kiss. “i missed you,” he mumbled into your ear.

up in the apartment, luke showed you his new room that was half unpacked. “i got you a gift,” you swallowed nervously. you didn’t know how he was going to react to the gift.

it wasn’t anything big or spectacular. you didn’t even know if it was a good gift. luke closed his eyes as you retrieved the gift, placing the folder flag into his hands.

luke opened his eyes, examining the gift. readinf the messy handwritings from his teammates. “i know it’s not the best but-” you started. “i love it.” luke choked out.

“you did this for me?” he asked. you nodded shyly as he further examined the gift. “i love it so much. i love you even more.”

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Clumsy Masterlist

A Little Magical Assistance (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke G, 9k

Summary: Luke has known for a while that there is someone in the school watching over him and performing silent spells on him so he doesn’t miss the bottom stair and land on his face or lean too far over a banister only to fall and break his neck. It took him longer than it probably should to work it out, and, actually, Luke doesn’t actually realise himself until Ashton points out bluntly that you can only do a trip-fall-sprawl without actually touching the floor a few times before it’s obvious someone has their wand pointed at you, and it’s not just Peeves being abnormally friendly.

A Shitty Gay Song About You (ao3) - 1loulu5 luke/calum T, 2k

Summary: It sucks to be in a “band” with someone who doesn’t give you the time of day. It’s even worse when you’ve managed to fall in love with them. For some strange reason, Calum doesn’t think that that’s relatable to anybody else.

~~~

Calum is in love with Luke but Luke doesn't really like him at all.

D (ao3) - HolyAFIx94 luke/calum G, 3k

Summary: ♡Damage done to a person also translates into their soulmate's body (cuts, bruises and all)♡

Doctor Hemmings (ao3) - SinisterMind michael/luke T, 6k

Summary: Everyone wanted to be the one Doctor Luke Hemmings dated

Too bad he's married to the clumsy nurse in training

Hey boy, stop pacing around the room (ao3) - Extras0fts michael/calum, luke/ashton G, 2k

Summary: Michael read the name written on his coffee cup. He sighed, cringing at the misspelling of his own simple name. In messy handwriting, 'Meekle' was scrawled along the side of the cup. He shrugged before taking his coffee and leaving for his next class while daydreaming about the clumsy barista boy.

Or the story where Calum is a clumsy barista who always gets his crush's order wrong.

i'm still learning to love, just starting to crawl (ao3) - 5sosandfood luke/ashton T, 3k

Summary: luke is a baby lamb, shakespeare doesn't make sense, and ashton actually really likes luke

Love At First Sight - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton T, 3k

Summary: A shared bruises soulmate au in which Michael and Calum are already soulmates and Ashton is still waiting for his soulmate, and he also happened to get stuck with an incredibly clumsy soulmate.

Luke & The Case of The Missing Pacifier (ao3) - KeepCalm_WriteOn ot4 N/R, 1k

Summary: Little Luke wakes up before everyone, and he has a serious problem to fix before he can go back to sleep. His pacifier missing. (Pure fluff, with slight hurt/comfort)

shooting love in real time (ao3) - jbhmalum luke/ashton T, 4k

Summary: There’s an infinite number of things Ashton loves about Luke; everything from his view of the world to the way he looks when he’s wearing glitter to the way he kisses Ashton soft and sweet in the mornings.

But Luke’s clumsiness is possibly the most endearing thing about him.

Ski Bunny (ao3) - punchinginadream luke/ashton N/R, 3k

Summary: In which Ashton is a clumsy, inexperienced skier with a grudge and Luke's the helpful, angelic snowboarder who comes to his rescue.

[reflective-muses]

(for Kaveh) 1, 3, 8, 15, 18

questions are from this ask meme

1) Their favourite time of year

Well, you see, Sumeru's rainforest doesn't really have seasons. The city and rainforest are warm and often humid with rain showers passing through here and there.

Kaveh enjoys the tropical climate and its consistent weather The desert is fine too, even if the temperatures are more extreme and the air is dry enough to give you cottonmouth.

He's never experienced snow, and there's definitely a lack of commissions in an area like Dragonspine. However, he has seen pictures of what autumn and winter are like in other countries. Going off of those, autumn looks breathtaking with the rainbow of warm hues covering the landscape.

He'd like to visit more places that have actual seasons to experience them for himself.

3) Their favourite type of landscape

Kaveh loves areas that are a blank canvas with a beautiful backdrop. The waterfalls behind the Palace of Alcazarzaray, or the sea at Port Ormos are two examples. He enjoys places that allow him to appreciate the natural beauty, especially if there is something unique about it such as Mawtiyima Forest and its enormous, fluorescent mushrooms.

8) Their most embarrassing moment

Kaveh says no comment.

Kaveh isn't getting away without an embarrassing moment.

It was during his Akademiya days within his (still) underfunded Darshan. Leaving a bunch of genius architecture and engineering students to their own devices would never end well.

Kaveh, in his late-teens, sleep-deprived and fueled solely by caffeine, had an idea. He could make a device that would brew and bring coffee to him so he didn't even need to get up from his work. There were tons of spare parts of various mechanics lying around the Kshahrewar labs, after all.

Engineering something was a break from the intense architecture classes, and if this worked it would make his life more convenient.

The project came to a halt when he went to test it for the first time and not only did part of it blow up with a dark cloud of smoke in his face, but it also leaked half-brewed, luke warm coffee onto his robes.

The coffee stain never did come out.

15) Any nervous tics they may have

Kaveh will at times fidget or pick at his fingers. Sometimes he doesn't even notice he does it.

18) Their most prized possession

The Old Sketchbook, originally given to him by his mother. It has chronicled his life from when he received it as a child into his adulthood. Within its pages are various memories, some painful, some positive and some mundane but important to him in some way.

Entries include:

glued-together pages with a drawing of someone in quicksand and a postscript pleading for forgiveness,

mentions of a new friend and their similarities differences, but that this could push them both in regards to their contradictory speculations and philosophies,

a torn up thesis cover that has been pieced back together,

an excerpt from an untitled Akademiya publication,

many architectural sketches with timetables and notes; the handwriting goes from smooth and legible to messy scrawls as it seems deadlines are closing in,

a real-estate transfer certificate,

interior design sketches, presumably of the second floor of Lambad's tavern,

rent records,

a toolbox design draft he has affectionally named Mehrak.

There are no further entries after this.

[harlowhockeystick]

"this reminded me of you" w owen power!!

contains: fluff, gn reader (please let me know if i made a mistake)

this is literally so short i am so sorry

time was starting to wind down in the power household, friends and family were slowly starting to sift out of the house, christmas movies turning into the current sports game on tv.

he made sure to keep an eye on you, wanting to catch you as you were walking out of the house to give you his gift. normally owen wasn't this shy or hesitant around friends, but he was so nervous about giving you this gift that he was on the verge of tossing his cookies.

in the middle of making small talk with kent and luke, he looked past them for a moment and saw you starting to walk out of the house. "hold that thought boys, i'll be right back." he walked to the coat closet and grabbed his present he got specifically for you, and jogged towards the door.

"oh, hey owen, i was just leaving." he helped you put your coat on and walked with you outside to your car.

"i was gonna give you this," he handed you a small box with wrapping paper, your name written in his messy handwriting with a small heart next to it. "i saw it at the mall and this reminded me of you."

you opened the box to see a pair of stud earrings in the shape of two snowflakes, a light blue jewel in the center of them each. you gasped, looking up at owen with bright eyes and a happy smile.

"you didn't have to do this, owen!" you said in awe, as you switched your gaze from the earrings up at owen. you noticed that the jewelry came from tiffany's, so they obviously cost a little bit of money.

"i wanted to- honestly i was a little bummed that i didn't get you for secret santa, so i wanted to get you these. i knew you would like them." his voice was quiet, almost like he was shy about the fact that he got a gift for you.

"well i do, owen. i love them, thank you so much," you reached up to give him a hug and before breaking it, you turned your head and kissed his cheek. fireworks went off in his chest and he felt like he was going to explode. "merry christmas, owen." you said right before getting in your car.

he smiled and waved, "merry christmas, y/n."

[thedeathdeelers]

📚🔥soulmates🔥📚

\O/

(please and thank yooou)

(3 months later)

SO HAVE I GOT A HALF-THOUGHT OUT (kinda soulmate) AU FOR U

so to start us off, this idea popped into my head when i was listening to an old boys like girls song i used to be obsessed with and these lines just stuck out for some reason:

“I got your little brown shirt in my bottom drawer baby //And your little white socks in the top drawer // You were always leaving your shit around

And gone without a sound

anyway below the cut cause this got long>

luke lives a pretty normal teenage life (if you consider a one track-minded teen who is hellbent on making it in the scene because he knows his band is bound for greatness normal)

he’s never believed in fate or magic or any of that — just the magic of music and its effect on people because he’s felt it and seen it firsthand

ANYWAY

so one day, luke wakes up in his messy room as he does every morning, turns his head to the side — and stops, blinking once, twice, even going as far to rub his eyes because he’s pretty sure he’s awake and not dreaming but — why is there a little purple glittery butterfly clip in his room?

he doesn’t know how it got there, whose it is or why it’s in his room. did reggie do this? did he leave his girlfriend’s clip in luke’s house? it’s obviously a girl’s and he’s confused but..a second layer luke remembers the lyrics to a song that he dreamt about that were about to escape him so he lets it go and reaches for his journal — and forgets.

but then, a few days later, it happens again. this time though, it’s a purple hair ribbon. he asks reggie, and reggie denies having anything to do with it. asks his mom — nope

the next week, a moon necklace shows up. and then a braided friendship barely. a ring.

it’s confusing and he’s worried someone keeps breaking into his room but…nothing he can do about it, right? he thinks about reporting the missing items but…maybe next week

he just makes sure he keeps his songbook on his at all times and he’s good (he ignores that weird feeling in his chest every time his eyes land on an item, or the tingling feeling in his fingers when he reaches out to touch them. it doesn’t make sense, he just needs to go sleep)

it only starts to get even more serious when suddenly he starts seeing faded scribbles show up on his notebook — a handwriting he’s never seen before. they become more legible as the days go by, and he can definitely tell it’s a more feminine style and he’s confused af cause his journal is always with him. it’s under his pillow or hugged against his chest when he’s asleep so HOW

but then he starts reading the actual writing — and…it’s good. it’s solutions to songs he gave up so long ago — additions to song he hasn’t even started writing down

it’s like music is trying to tech out to him and inspire him even more to keep going but — who is she? why is she leaving pieces of herself all over his room?

does he know her? have they met?

should be try to write back and see if he gets a reply?

——

luke is unsure, pen hovering over paper as he considers his slow decent into madness. he shakes his head, close to pulling his hand off the page, when he sees a new faint scribble slowly coming into view in the corner of the page. he watches it as it slowly solidifies, this now familiar purple writing.

he waits for it to clear up, strains his eyes to see what’s there — no words today, just drawings of a microphone and a doodle of a dahlia. he’s seen quite a few of those lately.

taking in a deep breath, luke closes his eyes for a moment as he makes a firm decision.

there was no point delaying the inevitable — he had questions, and there really wasn’t any reason why he couldn’t write down the questions on his journal..:it was his, after all.

putting pen to paper, luke only hesitates for a second before he writes out one simple word:

hey?

he waits…and waits and waits. eventually lets out the air he had been inadvertently holding in, and leans back against the back of his desk chair, head tilted up towards the ceiling. what was he expecting? some weird harry potter shit to pop out and have tom riddle write back to him?

luke shakes his head (again, he’s going to get a crick in his neck if he doesn’t stop), and looks back down, ready to dive into the chorus of sunset curve’s new anthem — when he stops in his tracks when he finds something new waiting on the page for him, just under his chicken scratch greeting.

hello :)

[beesc0ut]

Math Homework

Darth Vader stood across from his son at the durasteel dining table of their adjoining rooms, his patience wearing dangerously thin. Though, of course, not because of Luke himself.

“This is not how I was instructed,” Vader growled. His education had, admittedly, been rather limited, but he had always been good at math; it came with the territory of being an exceptional mechanic. Unfortunately, Luke’s own instructors seemed to be… less informed.

“That doesn’t mean it’s wrong,” Luke mumbled. “They just changed it, I guess.”

“Why?”

Luke groaned. “I don’t know! But I have to show my work, or I won’t get any credit!”

Vader could feel the irritation wavering from his son. He paused for a moment before summoning Luke’s disorganized stack of papers and pens in front of him. One way or another, they were going to work through this.

“Dad, give it back!”

Vader tuned him out. He focused, instead, on the paper before him, and his son’s surprisingly neat handwriting. The equation was relatively simple, and very similar to the previous two they’d gone through. Silently, he began working through the calculations on his own, much to his son’s dismay.

Only a few moments passed before he was scribbling down the solution step-by-step in his own, rather messy, handwriting. “There. That is the correct way to do it,” he announced, rather pleased with himself. It had been many years since he’d needed to teach another being something mathematical, though, usually, his subjects had been unintelligent adults who wandered into Watto’s shop and severely underestimated the young boy fixing a pit droid. How many times had he explained to an overconfident smuggler that their hyperdrive was not, in fact malfunctioning, but rather they had made a mistake in calculating their hyperspace jump?

Now, however, his student was someone far more precious, not to mention completely tolerable. Were Luke not so stressed, he would actually be enjoying this lesson.

Vader looked up to pass the papers back to his son to find the boy crying. Immediately, Vader’s instincts went into overdrive. Had he done something wrong? Was Luke hurt? Reaching out, he gently prodded his son’s mental shields, which let up reluctantly.

Stress, sadness, fear.

He sighed to himself. Clearly, he’d put too much pressure on his son. The boy was not Anakin Skywalker when it came to math, though he certainly surpassed him in many other fields.

Luke refused to meet his gaze, sniffling silently and stuffing his hands in his lap.

“Luke, I… did not intend to upset you. I… apologize,” Vader stuttered. He’d never been any good at apologizing.

“It’s fine, dad… it’s not you. I just…” he tapered off.

“What is it, little one?”

Luke sighed in exasperation. “Nothing. It’s stupid, just forget it,” he said, reaching for the papers. Vader quickly pulled them away, out of his reach. “Tell me,” he said, speaking as gently as the vocoder would allow.

“Promise you won’t freak out?”

No. “Yes.”

“It’s just frustrating that I don’t get it like you. You’re so smart, you can do this in your head, and I can’t even do it on paper!”

Vader froze. That was what he was upset about?

How to explain to him how far he’d passed Anakin already. How much better he was now than Anakin had ever been. How impossible it was that he felt inferior because of a silly math problem.

How much he wanted to deal, personally, with the boy’s teacher for taking part in making him feel this way.

“See? It’s stupid…”

Luke’s worrying shook him back to the present. “It is not stupid, Luke. Though I do not understand how you would come to such a conclusion, I understand your frustration.”

And he did, to a point. Though, as a boy, he often exceeded expectations, some Masters on the Council held him to a higher degree than they did his peers. He did not understand it at the time, and it infuriated him to no end.

In the past. Unimportant. He pushed it away for his son’s sake.

“You are worth far more than you give yourself credit for,” he stated simply. “Nothing you do will ever make me think less of you, do you understand?”

Luke nodded and smiled at him lightly. “Thank you, dad.”

Satisfied, Vader walked over to show his son how to do the math properly. And if his teacher took issue with it, she would have a Sith Lord to deal with first and foremost.

[writing-for-the-people]

Window

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Pairing: Luke Patterson X Alive!Female! Reader

Requested: Yes, @charliegillespiewife

A/N: so sorry it took me a while to get this out, I hope you enjoy it, though!! One of these days, I might write something happy for Luke. I might go back and add a gif later, they weren't loading for me! Lyrics are Window by MAGIC GIANT.

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90's

Luke sat in Bobby's garage, scribbling away in his songbook. You kind of figured that's where he'd be. He's always got that little book open in front of him when he's not busy.

You cleared your throat, trying to gain his attention. As soon as he looked up at you and processed who you were, he slammed the little book shut, gaining your interest.

"What's in there that you're hiding from me, Lukey?" you asked, a teasing lilt in your voice. Red spread across his face and he looked down at the book. The flustered attitude and silence following your question was an unusual response to gain from your usually confident and boisterous significant other. It made you a little worried. You sat down next to him, leaning bodily into his side.

"You'll find out soon enough, Y/N," Luke hummed, dropping a soft kiss on your forehead. You hummed softly, leaning up to get a proper kiss from him.

"If you say so, love." You sat up to let Luke stand, and winced when his back popped loudly as he streached. "Are you excited for tonight?"

He turned to look down at you, a large grin plastered on his face. " Of course I am. After tonight, everything is going to change." Luke and his band, Sunset Curve, had finally gotten the biggest gig of their career so far performing at the Orpheum. They had all been ecstatic for it, Luke especially. He felt like this was finally their chance and that they were finally going to be able to get their names out there.

The short silence that followed your question was broken by the rest of the band barging in. They were all ready to get the equipment loaded and taken over to the Orpheum.

After the successful soundcheck you watched with Luke and Alex as Bobby and Reggie chatted up one of the employees at the club. Luke interfered for a little bit, before suggesting street dogs. He looked at you after Reggie and Alex agreed, and you shook your head.

You wanted to stay behind and make sure that everything was ready for the rest of the night, and Bobby wanted to stay and see if he couldn't get any farther with Rose. You waved goodbye to Alex and Reggie, and pressed a kiss to Luke's lips, begging him to stay safe. Little did you know this would be the last time you would see him.

Present

Julie was looking over a song in Luke’s book, going over it in her head. It was one that Luke had brought to her attention. He thought that it would be good for them to perform at their next gig, and so far, Julie agreed. When she shifted positions, a picture and a folded out piece of paper fell out of the book, gaining her attention as well. It was of Luke and a girl. Her arm was outstretched, holding the camera to be able to take the picture of her and Luke. She had her eyes closed, but Luke was looking at her with so much love.

Julie unfolded the piece of paper, finding it was a song. She felt bad for snooping for all of a moment. She jumped when the paper was pulled from her hands, looking up to see a less than enthusiastic Luke.

He had poofed into the garage quietly, wanting to ask Julie a question, but he froze when he saw the picture in her hand. He still remembered that day, vividly.

“Luke!” you called happily to him, holding the polaroid camera up for him to see. “Come take a picture with me!” Your smile made it hard for him to say no, so he crossed the room to you. As you held up the camera and smiled, eyes closed, the only thing he could look at was you and your smile. When you opened your eyes to find him already looking at you, you smiled shyly.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He uttered softly, before pressing a kiss to your lips. “I love you.” You laughed softly, pecking his lips again before looking to the polaroid.

“Luke! You were looking at me!” You pouted. Luke laughed.

“I think it turned out just fine.”

“You weren’t meant to see the picture or the song.” Luke mumbled, holding his hand out. Julie passed the photo back to him.

“Who is she?”

“Just someone I used to know. I doubt she’d even remember me now.”

“What’s her name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

Julie knew what she wanted to do.

Later

“Where are we, Julie?” Luke asked softly. He looked up at the house, confusion twisting his brow.

“I did some digging, and I found that she was still in town.” Julie answered. Luke was still confused until he remembered their earlier conversation.

“No!” Luke shook his head quickly. “Absolutely not.” Julie stared at him for a moment before ringing the doorbell. “Julie!”

Julie didn’t have a chance to respond before the door opened to reveal you standing there. You had clearly grown up, but he could still recognize you.

“Hi, Y/N. I’m Julie. I found an old songbook in my garage when I was cleaning one day.”

“That’s not what happened.” Julie ignored Luke’s interjection and continued on.

“And I found this picture tucked into its pages.” She held the picture out, and you took it, covering your mouth with your free hand after seeing it.

“Luke.” you breathed out softly, your eyes glazing over. You were hit with memories of the two of you together, of goofing off with the band, of being happy. You invited the girl in after a moment.

“I also found this in the book.” She said softly, once the two of you were seated on the couch. Luke hovered behind, knowing what was going on. Julie had done the same thing when she found the song for his mom. Julie held a folded piece of paper out to you, and you took it, gingerly unfolding it. ‘Window’ was scrawled across the top of it in Luke’s messy but familiar handwriting. ‘For Y/N’ followed right after.

It's 3 A.M., I hope you're home

I wanna be with you

Just let me in through the window

I had a dream we fell asleep

And woke up in ecstasy

What makes a dream come true?

No one needs to know

I will come in through the window

Oh, oh, oh I'm not leaving you alone

You could write this love in stone

I'm not leaving you alone

It's Friday night and we're alive

And lover's Lane is open wide

We'll get there when we arrive (we arrive)

Your balcony's a limousine

Your bed's a yellow submarine

Right off to the great unknown

Just let me in through the window

No one needs to know

I will come in through the window

Oh, oh, oh I'm not leaving you alone

You could write this love in stone

I'm not leaving you alone

Oh oh oh I'm not leaving you alone

You could write this love in stone…

You closed your eyes, feeling tears slide over your cheeks. Luke wished he could reach out, and wipe those tears away.

“I loved her, so much.” Luke said softly. Julie repeated the words to you, and looked at Luke. “You were the best thing to happen to me.” He continued. “You made everyday worth it. You were the reason I kept going when I felt like everything was against me. You made me strong and I loved you for it,” Julie repeated everything to you, and by the end of the small soliloquy, you were crying even harder. Julie reached out and pulled you into a hesitant hug.

“Thank you, Julie.” You sobbed softly into her shoulder. After a moment, you recollected yourself. “After he died, I never felt like I would have closure. The way things ended felt wrong to me. But you bringing me this, telling me those things, makes me feel like I can finally let go.”

“He’d want you to be happy.”

“I know.” The two of you sat and you regaled her with tales of Luke and the bands adventures in their short lives. Julie laughed along with you, enjoying hearing about them.

Luke leaned on the back of the couch, tears leaking down his face, but a smile held firmly on his face. He missed seeing the happy look that would light your eyes. He missed you. A lot.

“Thank you for that, Julie.” Luke murmured softly, once they were back in the garage. “Maybe we should have told her.”

“Maybe.” Julie looked at the picture of Luke and Y/N that she had put up on the wall. “Maybe one day we will.”

JATP Tag list: @spooky-scary-lesbian

[yourlocalfictionalenthusiast]

IN LIFE, IN DEATH...

Part One

Luke Patterson x Fem!reader

Summary: All you wanted was to play the biggest gig of your life with your best friends, but you just might get more than you bargained for.

Warnings: death and some swearing (I don’t think there is anything else but if there is, let me know!)

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May 1994

“Shit.”

You whispered to yourself as you stared at the old clock on the diner’s wall.

It had only been half an hour since your shift started, but you were already anxious for it to be over.

Cece’s diner was normally one of your favorite places in the world. It was a small, poorly lit building in a boring part of L.A. It didn’t see much business since it wasn’t easy to find. But the air always smelled like fresh coffee and cinnamon.

You loved working there, but it was not where you wanted to be right now.

“You okay, (Y/n)?” A voice asked from behind the counter. You turned to see your boss Cece, a petite middle-aged woman who was eyeing the dirty table in front of you that you were supposed to be cleaning.

“Yeah, sorry. My mind is somewhere else.” You admitted, throwing the empty plates in the tray and carrying them to the kitchen.

Cece shook her head and let out a laugh as she followed. “On a certain guitarist, perhaps?”

Your cheeks flushed and Cece laughed again, grabbing the rag off her shoulder and smacking it against your arm lightly.

She was one of the few people who knew about your feelings for Luke Patterson. One of your best friends, childhood crush, and most recently, your bandmate.

“And for your information, I’m thinking about all of the band because we’re practicing tonight.”

“Uh-huh.” Cece hummed, a sly smile on her face.

She always pretended to be annoyed with your ramblings since you joined sunset curve, saying that a sixteen-year-old girl had no business being in a rock band. But you had caught her bragging about you to the few regulars you had multiple times.

She had a son living a few states away, but they weren’t close. So she treated you like her daughter. Which meant she wasn't the biggest fan of you constantly hanging around a bunch of teenage boys. But eventually, she warmed up to them. Especially Alex;  he was her favorite.

Luke, on the other hand, annoyed her to no end.

You ran the dishes under hot water and pressed a kiss to Cece’s cheek as you walked past her and back into the main room.

“Besides, Luke doesn’t like me like that.”

Cece rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to speak but the shrill ring of the phone cut her off. You let out a sigh, grateful for the distraction. She meant well, but when it came to your situation with Luke, you were more than happy to live in denial and ignoring it altogether.

He was your best friend. That’s all that mattered right now.

You shook the thoughts from your head and grabbed the phone’s receiver. “Cece’s Diner. How can I help you?”

“How much do you love me?”

Speak of the devil.

Your heart raced at the sound of Luke’s voice rang through your ears. His choice of words definitely not helping to calm you down. You shook your head, mentally scolding yourself.

“Luke?” You asked which prompted Cece to raise an eyebrow from the other side of the room.

“Hey. I’m sorry for calling you at work but I can’t finish this song and it’s driving me nuts. I need you and your genius brain to come help me.”

Despite your protests, the tap dance in your chest continued. It was ridiculous that after knowing Luke all your life, you were still shocked when he complimented you like that.

“I don’t get off until six, but I’ll come after.” You said, trying not to smile when you heard him cheer in victory. “And before Reggie asks, yes, I’ll bring coffee.”

Luke laughed before singing into the phone. “Get me a large with extra whipped cream and cinnamon.”

“I hate you.” You sang back, making a mental note to wipe off the smirk you could practically hear in his voice before the line went dead. You sighed as you put the phone back on the hook, holding a finger out to Cece.

“Not a word.”

A few hours later, you walked into Bobby’s garage, carrying a cardboard tray in each arm.

You sighed as you looked around the room. Every surface was covered in discarded paper balls and empty fast-food wrappers. You had expected to hear some form of music or at least some talking but the room was dead silent.

In the center of the mess, Alex and Reggie sat on the floor. Alex was trying to balance his drumsticks on his nose, and Reggie was mindlessly strumming his bass. Luke was sitting back on the couch, his eyebrows tightly knitted together as he frantically scribbled into his notebook.

“Your savior is here, and I come bearing coffee.”

All three heads whipped in your direction and within seconds, Reggie was excitedly bouncing his way towards you. He reached out to swipe a cup from the tray in your left hand. You swatted his arm away.

"Not that one. That’s Al’s.”

You set the rest of the drinks on the table in front of you and walked up to Alex. You handed him the cup and he gave you an appreciative smile. You always made sure to get him hot chocolate or tea, since you learned the hard way that caffeine can sometimes make his anxiety worse. He told you he didn’t want to admit that to the guys. So you were happy covering for him.

“Why does he get his own special one?” Reggie pouted as he grabbed another cup and strolled over to Luke, plopping down next to him on the couch. “And why is she the only one who can call you ‘Al’?”

“Because I’m his favorite.” You said, poking Reggie’s cheek as you passed him and took the other seat on the couch next to Luke. Alex just nodded, trying to hold back a smile.

“I thought you didn’t get off for another hour.” Luke said, looking up from his songbook for the first time since you got there.

“Cece knew it was important band stuff so she let me off early.” You shrugged.

“Oh no, she’s not mad at me, is she?” Luke shivered, thinking of all the times Cece had chewed him out for being a ‘bad influence’ on you or made him wipe down some tables for accidentally making you late for a shift. “You know I can’t stand when that woman is mad at me.”

“I also know that all you have to do is give her your little puppy-dog look and she’ll instantly forgive you.”

“Yeah, you guys are alike that way.” Luke teased, sticking his bottom lip out and batting his eyes dramatically.

“Yeah, yeah. So, what have you got so far?” You said as you bumped his shoulder with yours. He grinned and started translating his messy handwriting for all of you.

The four of you sat there for an hour putting all the words in the right places and by the time Bobby got there, you all felt confident that it was finally finished. You took your place behind your microphone and nodded.

“Okay, Al. Count us down.”

Alex twirled his drumsticks. “1…2…3…4!”

June, 1995

“Don’t look down.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you sang the song you had written a year ago. Your feet bouncing on the stage, the thin layer of sweat on your forehead.

To your left, Luke raised his arms, trying to hype up the non-existent crowd. Alex clashed his drumsticks together to the beat as all your voices came together.

“Cause we’re still rising up right now.”

You clapped along to the song, the energy coursing through your veins. Luke was in the middle of throwing his guitar behind his back. You rolled your eyes at him and he flashed you a small bashful smile before turning his head.

Your heart fluttered but you forced yourself to turn the other way, singing with Reggie just as the song transferred out of the bridge. The fog machines cued the ending chorus and you gripped your microphone with both hands.

“And even if we hit the ground, we’ll still fly.

Keep dreaming like we’ll live forever.

But living like it’s now or never.“

The other boy's voices dropped out until it was just you and Luke singing the chorus. You looked over at him, but his eyes were glued to the front of the room. Normally, you would share a mic for this part or at least stand close together, but he seemed determined to avoid you.

Just like he had been for the last six months.

You ignored the gaping pit in your stomach and poured all your focus into the song.

“Like it’s now or never!

It’s now or never!“

The final riff sounded and you let out an exhausted but proud sigh. There were a few scattered claps from the staff in the venue. But a curly-haired girl behind the counter was cheering especially loud. Reggie winked at her and leaned into his mic.

“Thank you! We’re Sunset Curve. Tell your friends.”

You rolled your eyes at him and pulled his arm, dragging him to the center of the stage. Alex came from his drum set and you gave him a high five.

“Al, you were amazing!”

“Yeah, dude, you were smoking.” Reggie agreed.

Alex blushed. “Nah, man. I was just warming up. You guys were the ones on fire.”

Reggie rolled his eyes. “Can you just own your awesomeness for once?”

Bobby and Luke nodded in agreement and you raised your eyebrows at Alex, nudging him until he finally smiled. “Okay, I was killing it!”

“I’m thinking we should fuel up before the show. Street dogs?” Luke asked. Alex and Reggie hummed in agreement but you wrinkled your nose.

“I think I’m gonna pass.” You said, jumping off the stage. It wasn’t that you had anything against street dogs, but as far as pre-gig activities go, it didn’t make your top ten list. 

Bobby landed next to you and started jogging towards the counter. He ran a hand through his sweaty hair and approached the girl wiping tables.

“Oh no.” You said. “Bobby, leave that poor girl alone.”

Bobby turned around just enough to give you a glare as you both reached the counter. The rest of the boys weren’t far behind. You felt Luke slip behind you and throw an arm on Bobby’s shoulder.

Bobby told the girl some line about being a vegetarian. But she shook it off, looking over all of you.

“You guys are really good.”

You smiled proudly. “Thank you.”

She returned your smile. “I’ve seen a lot of bands. Even been in a couple myself. I was really feeling it.”

Luke was practically beaming. The whole band contributed with the songs, of course, but you and Luke were the main writers, so it was always nice to hear people compliment your words. “That’s what we do this for. I’m Luke, by the way.”

“Hey, I’m Reggie.”

“Alex.”

“Bobby.”

“And I’m (Y/n).”

“Nice to meet you guys. I’m Rose.” She said, turning to you. “You have a great voice, by the way. It’s always cool to see a girl lead vocalist.”

Bobby snorted. You elbowed him and Luke gave him a wet-willy. “Oh, thank you. But I’m just co-lead.”

She opened her mouth to say something else but Reggie reached in his back pocket and pulled out a C.D and a t-shirt, handing them to her. “Here’s our demo, and a T-shirt, size beautiful.”

As if on cue, you and Alex rolled your eyes. You sent Rose an apologetic look as she held the shirt up to her body.

“Thanks, I’ll try not to wipe down the tables with this one.”

Alex nodded. “Good call! When they get wet, they kind of fall apart in your hands.”

Bobby glared at all of you. “Don’t you guys have to go get hot dogs?”

Luke pushed Bobby back and leaned on the counter with both arms. “Yeah, he had a hamburger for lunch.”

The boys started going towards the exit but stopped when Alex noticed you hesitating. “You coming?”

You really didn’t want hotdogs, but you also didn’t want to stay and listen to Bobby attempt to flirt with Rose. So you nodded and followed Alex to the door.

“Hey, (Y/n)!” Rose called out and you turned around. “Don’t sell yourself short.”

You gave her a warm smile before walking out into the alley. The night air hit your skin and you shivered slightly. It wasn’t cold, but it was definitely a change from the sweaty stage. You wrapped your jacket around your shoulders.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Luke whooped as he jumped through the doors and into the alleyway.

Alex gestured around, wrinkling his nose. “The smell of Sunset Boulevard?”

Luke shoved his shoulder. “No.”

You jumped out of the way as Luke splashed in a puddle. “It’s what that girl said in there. About our music.”

His eyes flickered to you when he said ‘our’ but quickly looked away. It was practically the first time he had acknowledged your presence all night.

“It connects us with people, you know? They can feel us when we play.” He said excitedly, slowing his walking until the rest of you caught up with him.

He reached each arm up and pulled Reggie to his side with one arm and despite being right next to you, he pulled Alex to his other side. You turned your head forward to hide the confused look on your face but you knew Alex saw it.

Other than Cece, he was the only person who knew about your feelings for Luke. You could tell from the look on his face that he was just as confused with Luke’s recent behavior as you were, but he didn’t say anything.

“I want that connection with everybody.”

“Then we’re gonna need more T-shirts.” You heard Reggie say as you reached the end of the alley. You pulled up the hood of your jacket and turned your head away from the line in front of the venue.

You didn't mean to walk so fast, but you were the first one at the alleyway a few blocks away from the Orpheum. You made your hotdog and made small talk with the vendor for a few minutes before the guys caught up.

“You trying to ditch us, (Y/n)?” Reggie asked, putting ingredients on his hotdog.

“Not my fault you guys are slow.” You stuck your tongue at him and he squinted at you. Alex groaned. You looked over at him to see him trying to put a pickle on his tray.

“Man, I can’t wait until the day we can eat someplace where the condiments aren’t served out of the back of an Oldsmobile.”

As he apologized to the vendor for getting pickle juice on his battery cables, you, Luke, and Reggie made your way to one of the old couches. They both sat down, leaving one open space next to Luke.

You made a point of sitting on the arm of the couch, letting your feet dangle on the seat. If Luke was going to avoid you, then you were going to avoid him right back. You also avoided the questioning look Reggie gave you before Alex sat down.

Luke didn’t seem to notice. He was bouncing his leg and couldn’t seem to stop smiling, it was obvious that he was still buzzing with energy from the soundcheck.

“This is awesome, you guys.” He said as he made himself comfortable between Reggie and Alex. “We’re playing the Orpheum! Do you know how many bands that played here ended up being huge?”

You rolled your eyes and smiled while the boys chuckled. You were all used to seeing the intense side of Luke, but he had been an even bigger ball of excited energy ever since you booked the Orpheum gig. It could be a little much for the guys sometimes, but the way his eyes lit up when he talked about music never failed to make you smile.

“I’m serious.” Luke insisted as he leaned forward and raised his hotdog in a toast. “Eat up, guys. Because after tonight, everything changes.”

You all toasted and then started to eat. Usually, street dogs weren’t half bad. But this time there was a burnt, nasty flavor that made it hard to swallow. Alex saw your face and nodded in agreement.

Even Luke, who had a super-human stomach, made a face. But his hunger must’ve won out cause he took another big bite.

“That’s a new flavor.” Alex said with his mouth full.

“Relax, man. Street dogs haven’t killed us yet.” Reggie told him as he took another bite. You still didn’t feel one hundred percent confident about it but you shrugged and kept eating.

It all happened so fast.

At first, it felt like you were dreaming. Like maybe you had just fallen asleep and would eventually wake up and realize that everything was just a nightmare.

But then the outline of Los Angeles floated away in a haze of grey and you were left in the dark. There was nothing but silence until you heard a voice somewhere in front of you.

It was the sound of Alex’s frantic ranting.

You could feel Reggie and Luke next to you, but they didn’t say anything. You didn’t either.

But you didn’t really need to. It was glaringly obvious what happened, you could feel it in your bones.

You were dead.

Alex’s ranting slowly turned into crying, which made you cry. Luke heard your quiet sniffles and for the first time in months, he touched you.

He reached out and intertwined your fingers loosely in his, gently swiping his thumb across your knuckles. You closed your eyes, trying to soak up the feeling. This was the closest to him you had been in since that night in the studio.

It seemed like so long ago, but at the same time, it was all too familiar. You knew that if you stayed in this moment with him any longer, you would fall apart completely.

So you turned away from him and buried your head in Alex’s shoulder. It seemed like hours passed before the silence was broken and the opening of Now or Never filled the air.

“Is that…?” You started, but before you could finish, the floor disappeared from under you.

You hit the ground with a painful groan and blinked at the sudden flood of bright light. You felt movement next to you and saw Reggie struggling to get up.

You hauled yourself up and turned around to realize you were back in Bobby’s garage. It looked so different that you almost didn’t recognize it. There was a new grand piano and flowers on every table. The room was free of any trash or discarded flannels.

But the biggest change by far, was the girl standing in front of you.

She was about your age with brown hair tied in a ponytail, in a bright yellow shirt, and furry slippers. She was staring at the four of you with wide eyes and a terrified look on her face.

“How did we get back here?” Luke said as he scanned the studio.

The girl screamed, which made the boys scream and cling to each other. Reggie threw himself against Luke and pulled you behind him.

They all screamed for a few more seconds before the girl ran out of the garage doors. You cautiously walked out from behind Reggie and towards the middle of the room, spinning in a full circle.

The boys started talking but you were still mesmerized by all the changes made to the studio.

You looked up towards the ceiling and saw that there were chairs hanging by the loft and countless tiny plants by the windows but you could still see the nail polish-stain you had made on the carpet and the dents in the beams from all the times Luke had messed up his guitar throw.

Carefully, you reached towards the piano and tried to touch a vase of flowers but they passed right through your fingers. Your entire hand went numb then a tingly feeling spread throughout your body.

Well, two things were for sure.

You were definitely back, but you were definitely dead.

[blush-and-books]

The End of Julie and the Phantoms - A [very long] Theory

The core of this theory was inspired by many posts that I have seen saying that Julie’s “everything was a dream” shirt may have insinuated that nothing happening on the show is actually reality. I brought my series finale pitch to my dear friend @willexx who then helped me develop this headcanon into something I cried about during lunch. 

It starts out pretty heavy, but there are some little light things here and there because it’s what the himbos would have wanted.

We start here:

In the last episode, the boys are ready too cross over. It’s an emotional moment for everyone, they’re crying, Julie is sobbing, and we as an audience have definitely seen better days. With one last “we love you, Julie,” a flash of light overtakes the garage space, blinding our screens. 

The scene flashes to Julie lying in bed, waking up from her ringing alarm. 

She is visibly confused, clearly wondering how she got to bed when the last thing that she remembers is the boys’ painful departure. When she reaches for her phone to turn off her alarm -- it’s a school day -- she quickly notices the date:

It’s the same day in 2020 that she met the boys, that she was going to clean out her mom’s garage, and that she had to perform to keep her spot in the music program. 

So, none of it was real?

Not exactly. 

The experience was a sort of dream-like saga that was designed for her to be able to grieve on her own, and rediscover her voice in her own way. But just as the panic sets in that it was a complete figment of her imagination, the feeling of cold metal on her left hand becomes too hard to ignore: One of Luke’s rings. 

Reggie’s leather jacket is hanging in her closet.

Alex’s fanny pack is slung across the back of a chair. 

But when she runs downstairs, clad in her dinosaur slippers, rushing to the garage to see if the guys were there -- they aren’t. They have crossed over. 

As she moves through the day, she’s a new Julie, but everything else is the same. Instead of a baseball cap and low ponytail, Julie throws on her black jeans and Reggie’s leather and lets her hair run wild. She’s displaying a confidence that Flynn hasn’t seen in a long time, that seemed to have hit Julie overnight. 

Julie sings Wake Up in music, and keeps her spot in the program. She doesn’t oogle Nick in the halls and she tells Carrie off when there’s an attempt at an insult made. 

Real or not, the boys helped her. They did their job. 

When she gets home, and Ray irks her about cleaning the garage or selling the house, she is quick to insist that she doesn’t want to move and that if he needs her for the rest of the night, she’ll be in her mother’s studio.

There aren’t any instruments except for the piano, and the space has the original layer of dust that it had before her and the guys started using the space again. Julie feels empty. But she reminds herself that the ring on her finger is real, extremely real, so she retraces her steps that she had taken in the first episode and tracks down the Sunset Curve demo CD, puts it in the stereo, and plays it. 

Nothing happens. Or, at least -- nothing that she could see.

The camera pans up as Julie is hard at work to organize the garage, and we see the boys in the chairs on the ceiling, watching over her fondly. 

~This is where @willexx started to throw in some epic ideas~

The boys are real, and they have crossed over, which renders Julie unable to see them. However, in her reset reality without them, no one remembers Julie and the Phantoms or the fact that the boys existed in the first place. The boys, while she can’t see them, visit her and try to make contact with her as much as they can, even though their times with her are limited since they are supposed to be on the other side.

She’ll feel a ghost of a touch on her hand or her hair, and know that Luke is there. When she’s in the car and the radio is on a country station, she knows that it’s Reggie. In a journal for school, a small “okay” will be written in the corner of a page, and it is Alex. These little notes keep her going, and she’ll just sigh and say “my boys,” and leave everyone around her confused. 

Sometimes, when she wakes up in the morning, the demo tape can be heard playing in the garage. Somehow she’ll get filled with hope that if she runs into the garage, the boys will be there rocking out without her like she used to scold them for left and right -- but no one is there. Ray comments that the stereo is broken and Julie has no choice but to nod along. 

One day she finds Luke’s songbook that had been buried in the plastic garbage bags of the boys’ belongings. She still brings Unsaid Emily to his parents, and she cries herself to sleep that night. 

When Julie blows up as a solo artist, she actually records Unsaid Emily, and she records Bright, and all of the other songs that her and Luke wrote together. Luke Patterson is in the writing credits for many of the songs, where Trevor never bothered to list him, and a part of Luke is at piece. 

On the two year anniversary of Rose’s passing, Julie finds Luke’s “angst flannel.” Ray asks where she got it; she tells him a thrift store. But it feels warm, like all of the guys are there, hugging her. 

Another morning, she could swear that Luke and Reggie are strumming out Flying Solo on level one volume, and once again finds herself darting to the garage with no good excuse except to keep her hopes up. They, unsurprisingly, aren’t there -- but a note is, that says “you’re a star, Jules. We love you.”

The handwriting is messy. She knows it’s from Luke, who probably fought the boys to even write the note because he just wanted to talk to her even though they need to move on and his handwriting is awful. The note gets tucked into the pocket of the flannel, and when she needs to be reminded that she’ll be okay, she pulls it out of the pocket and holds it tight. 

Before every show, she reads the note, and mumbles a little prayer to them wherever they are -- even if no one else believes they are real. 

When Luke’s flannel starts to lose it’s original sweet scent of Emily and Mitch’s house, Julie spends an hour crying on the floor of her bathroom. A faded orange beanie appears in her room the next day. 

Little notes from Luke appear here and there, but never from any of the guys. In the shadows where she can’t see them, Alex tells Luke that in order for both themselves and Julie to move on, Luke needs to stop leaving her notes -- so most of the ones that Julie finds are even more messy than usual, like Luke was trying to write them without the guys noticing. 

During one of their forbidden conversations, Julie says to Luke: “hey, I never told you this before... But I’m so glad you’re here. I don’t know what I would do without knowing that you guys were still around. I think I would have lost my mind, and would have been convinced that I went crazy.”

Luke could have ran to Alex, repeated Julie’s tearful words, and given the drummer a fat “I told you so.” But he doesn’t. Julie’s validation is the only validation that he needs. 

Whenever her and Carlos and Ray make an extra seat at their dinner table for Rose, Julie imagines, deep in her mind, that it is for Reggie too. Reggie deserved a seat at their table; deserved to be a part of their family. A family that would have loved him.  And when a fork falls off of the table, Julie knows he’s there. One day, Julie asks Ray how he would have felt about having another son. He responds confused, and Julie gets tears in her eyes, and neither of them bring it up again.

When Julie and Flynn go to Pride together, Julie wears Alex’s fanny pack even though she hadn’t gotten any signs from him since they had all moved on. He still doesn’t reach out afterwards, too overwhelmed by her gesture to think of a way to properly extend his gratitude and love for the girl who is keeping his spirit alive -- but Luke lets her know that he was grateful. 

Luke still visits Julie like he visits Emily and Mitch. And on Luke’s birthday every year, Julie goes to a little bakery after school and buys herself a cupcake; sneaking downstairs in the middle of the night to light a candle and sing happy birthday. When she lights the candle, the candle gets blown out. Every year after that first year, she gets candles that you have to turn on and off so that Luke can’t ruin the moment. 

(He ends up throwing the fake candle on the ground out of retaliation.)

Julie is so emotionally stable for the most part that the complete change is a shock to Ray. He tries to ask her what happened, but she always acts like nothing happened and then hides in her room for hours. Sometimes, she makes random little comments out of the blew and Ray has many conversations with Victoria on whether or not he should have Julie seeing Dr. Turner again. 

At her first solo concert, Julie walks into the dressing room to find “Stand Tall” written three times, in three different handwriting styles, in red, pink, and blue. The message in blue is the messiest by far, and is followed up with a heart. 

The name of Julie’s first album is Phantoms. 

[jaskiers-sweetkiss]

Ghosts Still Have Souls

Pairings: Luke x Reader, mentions of Willex

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none? 

Summary: For his whole life Luke Patterson had anxiously awaited the day he’d meet his soulmate, and then he died. 25 years later he and his bandmates are mysteriously resurrected and Luke’s hopes return. Could he find his soulmate in death? After all, Willie says ghosts still have souls. 

A/N: it took me all day but here is my submission for Day 2 - AU for @jatp-week JATP appreciation celebration. I’m such a sucker for soulmate aus and I haven’t written any in the JATP universe yet so this was the perfect opportunity! Send me an ask if you’d like to be tagged in any future works and as always, let me know what you think!

Masterlist

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Luke Patterson had always loved the idea of soulmates. When he was a little boy his parents would regale him with the story of how they met. They ran into each other on the quad at their university, his mom knocked to the ground and his dad dropping his books. In her flustered state Emily had combined “Hey, watch where you’re going!” with “Are you okay?” and ended up crying out “Hey, watch where you’re okay!” while his dad had cursed “Shitfuck, are you okay?” When Mitch offered his hand to help her up they noticed each others’ tattoos and the rest was history.

It was Luke’s favorite story in the whole world and he grew up daydreaming about the day he’d meet his soulmate. He couldn’t wait to see what words would appear on his skin when he or she said their first words to him. He wondered if he’d feel the tingle that some reported feeling when the mark formed on their skin, or what the handwriting of his soulmate would look like permanently inked onto this skin. No matter what he knew he’d cherish the mark, it would be from his soulmate, after all, his other half, the person he was destined to spend the rest of his life with.

Dying before he could hear the words that would change his life forever kinda threw a wrench in his plans.

The thought of his soulmate out there, having grown up without him, never to meet each other because of his untimely death had plagued him for days after Julie “resurrected” them. Then Alex had met Willie. The skater ghost had died more nearly a decade before they had and yet he and Alex were soulmates, “You dinged my board.” proudly displayed on the blond’s wrist.  

The knowledge that soulmates existed even in death had brought hope back into his life and he started spending his free time daydreaming about them again.

He’d been channeling his daydreams into songwriting one afternoon when Julie had walked into the garage with Flynn and another friend. He assumed you hadn’t been informed about the ghosts as neither Flynn nor Julie made any remarks towards the guitarist despite typically doing so. He wished that wasn’t the case as you were quite cute. You were absolutely the type of girl Luke would’ve crushed on hard back when he was alive, soulmates or not.  

“Oh, and who is this?” Luke asked, employing his teasing tone as he spoke to the newcomer as you set down your backpack though he knew only Julie could hear him.

He had expected a quiet laugh or at the very least a dramatic eye roll from the girl but when he turned to look at her she was staring at her friend’s wrist. Luke turned to look as well and his stomach immediately sank.

There inked on your wrist in his chicken-scratch handwriting were the words he had just spoken to you.

“Oh my gosh,” Julie gasped aloud, drawing everyone’s attention as she opened her mouth to announce what she had just observed.

Before he even had time to think about it, he was stopping her. “No! Julie don’t!”

She stared at him puzzled for a moment but closed her mouth anyway.

“What?” Her friend asked, looking at her perplexed.

“I just… forgot to tell my dad you guys were coming over,” Julie saved. “I’ll just text him real quick.”

You and Flynn nodded, unfazed by the excuse, and plopped down onto the available seating. Luke sighed, pulling his eyes away from you and poofing out of the garage.

He reappeared at his parent’s house. He had hoped to vent to his mom but she wasn’t home so he plopped down on his old bed. His parents hadn’t done much to the room since his death and as he laid there in silence it almost felt like it was still ’95. That pit that had started to form in his stomach continued to grow as he laid there, his thoughts swirling as his hopes thrashed around him once more.

He’d finally found his soulmate but she was- what had Alex called them?- a lifer. She couldn’t even see him. How were they supposed to meet and fall in love and build a life together when she couldn’t even see him and he couldn’t even touch her? How were they supposed to pass their story on to their future kids when she hadn’t even been able to hear the words that were now permanently etched into her skin? As he thought more about it he realized that he hadn’t received a mark of his own. His heart sank as he ran his thumb over the bare skin of his wrist. He’d stopped Julie before she could tell her he was even there so she’d never had a chance to say her first words to him.

It was worth it, he decided after a while. It was worth never hearing the words, never having the tattoo and knowing for certain that his perfect match was out there. It was worth it if he could spare you from the pain of knowing that your soulmate was there but he was dead and invisible.

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Luke was almost grateful for the distraction of the Hollywood Ghost Club. The last few weeks had been torture, him constantly trying to avoid being in the same room with you and Julie. She had told you about them being ghosts not long after the appearance of your soulmark and had even invited you to meet the band which you had readily accepted. Luke, however, had run away before you could come that day. It killed him that you had met Alex and Reggie and not him, but he figured it would kill him more to have your first words to him appear on his wrist.

They talked about you sometimes, about how funny and adorable you were. It made his blood boil but he had to restrain himself, what right did he have to be jealous when he refused to even meet you.

Still, the rush to book the Orpheum was a welcome distraction from his internal turmoil. It was even enough to distract him from the fact that no matter what happened at the end of the night, he’d never see you again.

He’d miss you. That much was obvious. He’d miss hiding in the loft when you came over to work on homework with Julie, just out of sight so Julie wouldn’t see him but he could still watch you. He’d learned a lot about you that way, how your smile could light up a room, how gorgeous your laugh was but he could tell you hated it by the way you covered your mouth when you did it, how you fidgeted with the hair ties on your wrist whenever you were thinking (he noticed you always had at least two), and that you were almost always cold. He wished he could give you his flannels, you’d look so cute wrapped up in them and they’d certainly keep you warm.

He was thinking of you as he and the guys gathered around the piano in the studio. Julie had just left to head to the Orpheum with her dad and the mood in the garage had immediately grown somber. Their heads filled with worries of what would come next, what was on the other side? Luke’s only comfort was the thought that maybe if he crossed over you’d get a second chance at a soulmate, one who was alive. You’d never even spoken to him and yet he’d do anything for you.

It was that dedication to you that had pulled him out of the Hollywood Ghost Club and onto the Orpheum stage.

It was that dedication that kept him from running straight to Caleb to save his soul when they didn’t cross over. He’d let his soul be destroyed if it meant your happiness.

He never could’ve anticipated what had happened that night nor the repercussions.

He’d spent the next day journaling, writing down all his thoughts- and there were a lot seeing as he had expected to die yesterday, again. He was alone in the studio, Alex out celebrating with Willie and Reggie was who knows where (probably showing Ray like usual), then you walked in.

He sighed, getting ready to poof up to his hiding spot in the loft before Julie showed up when he was stopped.

“Am I dead?” You asked, staring at him in alarm.

“What do you mean?” Luke asked warily, not understanding the premise of your question.

“Well, you’re dead, and with the exception of Julie, you’re only visible to other dead people and I can see you,” you explained carefully, eyes wide.

Luke nodded at your train of thought before it hit him.

“Wait, you can see me?” He gasped, and you nodded. “You can see me! You talked to me!”

His head snapped down to stare at his wrist, sure enough, “Am I Dead?” was scrawled across his skin in the most beautiful handwriting he’d ever seen. Sure, some might say it was a little messy but to him it was perfect.

Before he could even think about his actions, he was rushing towards you and pulling you into his chest. You stiffened, shocked by the sudden action.

“What’re you-“ started to ask but you were cut off by him violently throwing himself away from you.

“I just touched you,” he gasped, once again stating the obvious. “Why can I touch you? Are you dead?”

“No! At least… I didn’t think I was but now I’m really not sure.” You shook your hands anxiously before reaching for one of your hair ties as you started pacing.

“Sorry for taking so long Y/N, I got caught up with Reggie in the house- what on earth is going on in here?” Julie paused in the doorway as she observed your pacing and Luke’s panicked look.

“Oh thank god, you can see me,” You breathe out before turning to Luke, “Julie can see me, so I must not be dead.”

“What?”

“Y/N and I thought maybe she was dead since she can see me and I could touch her,” Luke explained and you nodded.

“What?!” Julie repeated, more shocked than the last time. “You can see him? And you, you can touch her?”

“Yeah, look!” Luke exclaimed, reaching his arm out to tap your arm but it just went right through you. “Huh, why…?”

“Maybe the first time was a fluke?” You supplied before something caught your eye.

You reached out to grab his arm as it fell back to his side. This time it worked, and you pulled his limb closer to you, turning it over to examine what you had seen.

“Woah, see?” Luke said pointedly to Julie, though you weren’t listening.

“That’s- how? You’re-“ you sputtered as you stared at the mark on his wrist. “Soulmates.” You whispered finally.

“Um, I’m gonna give you guys some time,” Julie said, eyes wide as she walked backward out of the garage.

You didn’t let go of his wrist, your eyes flitting between your words and his eyes.

“That’s why I didn’t hear them,” you muttered, bringing your own wrist next to his.

It had been puzzling you for weeks, how you couldn’t remember hearing the words the day they had appeared on your wrist. It made sense now, you couldn’t hear them because Luke had said them.

“I’m sorry,” Luke said, dropping his wrist from your grasp. “I thought maybe if you didn’t know you could find happiness somewhere else. With someone who wasn’t invisible and intangible.”

Your gaze softened as you looked up at him, his face was tilted down, unable to look you in the eye. You sighed, taking a deep breath before reaching your hand up to cup the side of his face. It took a couple of tries but you were finally able to place your hand on his cheek, tilting his face to look up at you.

“Luke,” you said softly, “How could I want anyone else?”

He shook his head at your words, though his hand came up to rest over your own. “How could you know that? This is the first time we’ve ever spoken.”

“Because the universe put us together,” you answered surely, bringing your wrists together again in the space between you. “I have no idea how this is going to work but I know it’ll be worth it because these mean we’re meant for each other.”

“You are better than I could ever imagine,” Luke confessed softly, and you smiled shyly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Well you’re stuck with me now,” you joked lightly, before pulling him to the couch. “Now c’mon soulmate, we’ve got some catching up to do.”