in which a punk rock boy exchanges notes with the girl that plays her music a little bit too loud (alternate universe) /completed/

"do i seriously have to walk to the mailbox shirtless every morning just to get your attention?" {lophie} {warning; slight smut, sexual content, you get it} ©loudluke

❝Who're you?❞ ❝Fallon. I'm your candy striper for the next two months. Who are you?❞ ❝I'm a lonely, incredibly depressed, cancer-inflicted, dying, nineteen year old boy.❞ ❝Nice to meet you, a-lonely-incredibly-depressed-cancer-inflicted-dying-nineteen-year-old-boy.❞ ❝Goddamn, I hate you already.❞ - the one where fallon's out of money, and luke is out of hope.

"And after all the fucking matches, broken bones, ripped punching bags and crowds yelling at me to get up... who the fuck knew that my hardest fight would be you?" • [Contains smut] ©loudluke

"Welcome to the kink club. We have whips, handcuffs, chokers and belts. That's Luke, he has the daddy kink. I think he likes you, he's been staring at you all evening." {lophie} {lol there's smut in this hi} ©loudluke

"I hurt people," he cuts his eyes down at her, "it's what I'm good at. Sooner or later, you'll find yourself caught up in my wreckage." She stands her ground, glaring up at him, "Lucky for you, I'm stronger than I look."

"but when she looked at him, he was like an ocean and she went back to the girl who couldn't swim." surfer!luke au #281 in fanfiction 12/6/15

"You remember me, don't you?" "Sorry, I've never seen you before in my life" * NEEDS EDITING *

"Anyone that underestimates her," He smirked at the new kid. "Well... We call them pucked." ------------------------- Just a girl that loves to play hockey and a stubborn boy that doesn't believe her... at first. #99 in fanfiction 6/17/16

His piercing blue eyes were so mesmerizing, yet they seemed to mock me. "So," he smirked. "Do we have a deal?"