𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔

Stitches (Luke x GN!Reader)

No, we're not stitching anything

~ Luke Peterson x Gender Neutral!Reader ~

Pronouns: They/them

Requested by Me, Myself and I

Type of One-shot: Angst

TW: Su!c!dal thoughts, $e!f harm, Swearing and Insecurity

Timeline/AU: After Episode 5

Ships contained: Luke x Reader and mentions of Lander

Context: I skipped my history homework for this, you're welcome.

Bold Italic - Lyrics

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READER'S POV

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I dropped my school bag on the floor and cried.

I couldn't believe it, Luke liked Zander all along. I should've realized the signs, all I did was ignore them and this is my karma.

I was planning on confessing but that plan was no more when I saw Luke and Zander confessing to each other and kissing.

The tears couldn't stop running down my cheeks as I kicked off my shoes and went to the bathroom to clean myself before I completely break down.

I looked in the mirror and gagged at the thing I'm looking at.

Of course, he wouldn't like a thing like me.

Hair? Basic

Eyes? Boring and looks emotionless

Height? would he prefer someone taller?

Skin? Ugh, no...

I sighed before lifting up my sleeves to see my cuts from last week, seems like they've healed a lil bit.

Should I add more?...

I sighed once more and shook my head. not yet. I changed into my pajamas, I realized that I never gave Luke the letter I was supposed to give in.

Well, its kinda good that I didn't give him the letter or else, that would've been awkward..

I gritted my teeth before mentally screamed in my head and taking a peek at my door. no one was in the hallway and the lights were shut off since Ma and pa went on their anniversary and won't be back till midnight.

I can use this to my advantage.

I slipped on my slippers and went downstairs to the living room where an empty fireplace stood. I grabbed a match that was right next to the fireplace and started a small fire while re-reading the letter.

Ew, my handwriting actually sucks.

I deeply sighed before throwing the letter in the fireplace and watching it turn to ashes slowly then I remembered my favorite song as It started playing in my head well the lyrics I can relate to.

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

I'm shaking, falling onto my knees

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Tripping over myself

Aching, begging you to come help

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches, no

I gulp and started singing the following lyrics while not noticing tears stream down my cheeks.

Needle and the thread

Gotta get you outta my head

Needle and the thread

Gonna wind up dead

Needle and the thread

Gotta get you outta my head

Needle and the thread

Gonna wind up dead

The lyrics kept repeating until the chorus hit again.

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe

I'm shaking, falling onto my knees

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

Tripping over myself

Aching, begging you to come help

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

And now that I'm without your kisses

I'll be needing stitches

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as you can see, I got lazy and rush this piece of $h1t.

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