#also you can tell it's late bc i'm devolving into dialogue-only lolol

[bananakarenina]

For the title asks!!

but we're still sleeping like we're lovers / peterpatterlina

but we're still sleeping like we're lovers (aka 3 times peterpatterlina lay awake yearning and one time they didn't)

3. it's late, it's the garage studio, julie's fifteen and the boys are seventeen and luke's basically living in the studio loft and reggie spends the majority of the week crashed out in the house's guest room. there's one night where all four of them had been in the studio writing, and then alex went home, and julie and reggie had lingered, cuddled up on the couch the way they did sometimes, and luke had absently asked what they thought of the change he made to the bridge of light my night and got a whole bunch of silence.

they'd fallen asleep, of course. it was late, they were all tired, why wouldn't they--and luke--luke couldn't really take it, okay? he'd looked at them, cozy and curled together like cats, and something had clenched and twisted terribly inside him.

he'd be fine. he'd gone up to his mattress in the loft but he could still hear their hushed, low breaths. they were sweet together, reggie and julie; luke was too hard, too harsh, to be a part of that.

he writes one last song that night but for once in his life doesn't show anyone at all.

2. "alex, no, it's okay; i'll crash with luke and reggie. i know this tour has been hard for you to be away from willie and you deserve the alone time with him. it's fine!"

it's fine. not entirely, of course, but close enough.

or at least that's what julie tells herself as she lays awake, light filtering in through cheap hotel curtains. in the other bed she can see luke's messy hair and the outline of reggie's upturned nose, and she yearns--and the thing is, she's not entirely sure what--or who--she's yearning for.

reggie is fine. he's totally fucking fine. he's happy for them, for julie and luke; they've been dancing around each other since they were kids and they've finally figured it out. lead singer, lead guitarist; their chemistry onstage is fire, and reggie is the one burning up from the inside.

it's fine. he's fine.

he's lying in a hotel with very thin walls and he's fine.

every moan, every whine, every giggle is like fucking torture and his earbuds are dead and not charging fast enough.

this is possibly the worst night of his life. top 5, easy. the night julie and luke announced they were maybe going to try a relationship thing has competition for the top spot, for real.

because now he knows what julie sounds like when she comes, and now he knows what luke sounds like when he's putting that singular focus to good use.

and he's in the other room.

+1.

"reg. come to bed."

"luke--"

"i don't want to go another night without falling asleep next to you. and neither does julie. that's it, reg. we can talk about it in the morning. but that's what you should know tonight."

"please, reggie?"

"just tonight? or--you need to tell me if it's just tonight. so i know."

"every night. if you'll have us: every night."

and it was.