#jatp reggie x reader

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༊*·˚ secret | reggie

request : the reader is alex's sister, she died, she's secretly dating reggie bc alex wouldn't have allowed it. he finds you guys making out one day and just has whole fit. forbids you to date any longer, then you are just sad and depressed for a couple of weeks. he sees that and allows you to date. you run up to reggie and just kiss him. alex is there like none of that on my watch, pg13 people. then you get matching jackets with reggie.

warning : ANGST, make-out, protective alex, heartbreak, but ends with fluff <3

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  YOUR CHEST WAS FLUSHED AGAINST HIS, lips moulding together, synchronising perfectly as desire shots through your veins.

You honestly don't even remember how you guys got into this position. First you were watching the band practice and the next second they said they were going to get something to eat and left, your back was slammed against the wall and your boyfriend's lips devouring yours.

"Reg-" you softly broke off the intense make out. "We're gonna get caught."

Reggie whined, at the loss of contact. "They're getting food, they would be back in like 30 minutes, tops." he said all too quickly and continued to kiss you, his hand safely planted themselves on your waist. Your hands tugged his perfect hair.

You were going to object but his lips are too intoxicating, you could kiss him for hours and hours.

Reggie lips trailed down to your neck, kissing so softly as you were made of glass. He made it his personal mission to make every inch of you feel loved.

And he did. Every. Single. Time.

You guys were so wrapped up with each other they didn't even hear the garage door opening up.

"Hey, I just forgot- What the hell?"

And the once comfortable scenery turned upside down.

You and Reggie scrambled away from each other, as you looked up at your brother's fuming figure.

"Alex, man I can explain-" Reggie stated calmly and started to move towards him.

Alex scoffed bitterly, "What? That you're probably hooking up with my sister behind my back?!" he snapped.

"Well-"

"REG!" your eyes widen and you hit Reggie's shoulder in the process.

"Yeah this is not gonna happen." Alex sternly said, motioning to the two of you.

You furrowed your eyebrows, although you know damn well what he's talking about, "What?" you mumbled.

"THIS. Whatever this is, it can't happen!" Alex exclaimed. The thought of his baby sister dating his best friend made his stomach churn.

You scoffed in disbelief, crossing your arms across your chest. "No offence Alex, but you can't just control my life."

"And you can't date my best friend!" Alex yelled clearly infuriated.

"May I ask why?" you raised your eyebrows challenging him.

Reggie was looking at the both of you back and forth in the sidelines. His mind raked over all the possibilities, and it broke him to know that this is his fault.

Alex's arms moved around in the air crazily, "You just can't! That's like a rule! And Reggie comes one man, my sister?" Alex continued, as he turned his head to look at his best friend.

Reggie shrugged his shoulders, "Well, yeah. Have you seen her?" he said, looking at you fondly.

You almost pout in awe but the situation in hand was so annoying, it stopped you from doing so.

"This is never going to happen at the end of discussion." Alex said sternly as he land his hands on his hips.

Your eyes widen, jaw clenching and unclenching, "But-"

"y/n go back home." Alex avoided all eye contact with you, as he said it.

"Alex, are you serious?" Reggie asked, his voice broke a little at the end almost like his heart.

"I'm dead serious."

! time skip brought to you by the freaking hot dogs ¡

It has been exactly one week and two days since that happened. You and Reggie stopped talking, you honestly stopped talking to everyone. You just didn't want to talk to anyone, especially Alex. You guys don't even act like siblings anymore.

One person that you would talk to is Julie, seeing that you're crashing in her room, you can't just ignore her. Julie is an amazing listener and an even better friend.

She would always ask if you were okay, always made time for your rant, just always being there for you.

When she would practise with the band you would stay in her room and just isolate yourself from the world.

Alex, of course noticing your behaviour felt guilty. He has sworn to never let anyone hurt you, but in the end he's the one that did it.

Not only that, he and Reggie's friendship has been awkward and tense, resulting in the band all being awkward and tense.

Reggie wouldn't focus, he would get the chords or lyrics wrong and he just looks like he's absolutely lost.

He's definitely lost without you.

You guys are lost without each other.

So with a little convincing from Luke and Julie, Alex decided that he would fix this.

You were in Julie's room cleaning up her closet which is definitely not dirty, you just keep unfolding and folding back her clothes, that's just how bored you were. Then suddenly there was a knock.

"Who is it?" you asked tiredly. You have a good idea who it was because if it was human they wouldn't probably knock seeing that Julie and Carlos are at school and Ray is working.

Alex swallowed his nerves as he softly said, "It's Alex. Can I come in?"

You sighed and thought about it for a few moments. Did you want to let him in?

When Alex got nothing but silence he reserved another solution. "Marco."

A small smile made its way to your lips, "Polo."

As kids, you and Alex would play Marco Polo non-stop, even when you guys are not in a pool. It honestly weirded people out seeing two kids telling 'marco' and 'polo' at the park searching for each other like lost ducks.

"Yeah, you can come in." you softly said, putting the last clothes in Julie's closet.

Alex did a little victory dance before coming through the door and immediately tackled you in a hug.

"I'm sorry." he muttered sadly.

"For what?" you asked, you don't just want an 'I'm sorry', you want a why.

"For overreacting about you and Reggie. I have come to the conclusion, that you can date my best friend if-"

You didn't even want to hear what he was going to say as you quickly poofed to the garage and were met with the face that you missed so much.

"y/n?" Reggie couldn't believe his eyes as you stood mere feet in front of him, still looking gorgeous as ever.

You sighed in relief and sprinted towards him, launching yourself in his arms and nuzzling your head in his neck. Nose grazing his neck making shivers appear all over his body.

He's holding onto you so tight as if he's afraid you would disappear. Reggie's heart felt full again, he felt happy finally having his girl back in his arms.

You guys pulled away and Reggie didn't waste any time cupping your face and connecting your lips together. Fireworks blew, butterflies flew, everything was perfect.

Alex poofed back after a few minutes and saw the sight, the poor guy is having deja vu. "Okay, okay, okay, if we're gonna do this then no making out in front of me. Let's make it pg-13 yeah?" he moved towards you guys, pulling the pair away from each other.

You and Reggie laughed at your brother's antics before Reggie remembered something.

"Oh wait, y/n I bought something for you!" he excitedly said, moving beside the couch to grab the item.

"What?" you asked in amusement at his frantic searches. You missed him so much.

"Aha!" His eyes brightened when he found what he was looking for. He made his way back to you, "Look! We have matching jackets!"

"Oh my god really?" you asked, as your voice went a few pitches higher because of excitement.

Your heart flutters in your chest, as you took it from Reggie's hand. Staring at the piece of clothing with heart eyes. "I love it."

Reggie felt his heart thump faster when you looked up at him with soft eyes.

"And I love you." he breathed out with full meaning and emotion.

It definitely was not a secret that you guys were totally head over heels for each other.

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[lovebugmusings]

Not Sure If I Want To Let Go || JATP Reggie x Reader {part 2}

part 2 of this fic

words: 3.6k

a/n first and foremost i am so sorry it’s taken me so long. The first 2k words of this i had written up months ago, but i stared getting shifts again and my jatp fixation faded (and was quickly replaced by mcyt lmao). I have always been very bad at committing to things, but you’ve all waited over a year for this, and for that i appreciate you patience, and hope that you enjoy part 2. I probably won’t write for jatp again, mostly because of the cancellation news, but the show, the cast, and the fandom still hold a special place in my heart. also i hate the name now. but anyway, returning to my old fic formatting one last time :)

warnings: n/a

pronouns used: she/her

You gripped his hand tight and panicked. No, no, no, no, no. You felt a tug at your chest, but not the good kind, not like the one you felt when he told you he loved you or every time you heard him laugh. No. This one felt like someone had taken a handful of your hospital gown and was pulling you out of your body. You stared into Reggie’s eyes as you felt a wave of coolness run through your veins. Not breaking eye contact in fear of never seeing his beautiful eyes again, you wiggled your toes. His other hand came up and cupped your hand, and you did the same, the pair of you holding on to the other.

While your hands were held in place by Reggie, the rest of your body kept rising, toes towards the ceiling.

“Reggie?” Your voice was small and quivered with fear. You knew you had died, it was stupid to deny it, but you didn’t know what was next.

“It’ll be okay. I promise.” He had told you many times what had happened when he and the guys had died. They went to a black room where Alex cried, then they poofed into Julie’s garage 25 years later. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” You nodded as you started to cry, the look in his eyes so soft.

The tugging grew stronger as your body, your ghost, continued to be pulled upward, but your hands were still being held by Reggie.

“Promise?” You didn’t know if you had unfinished business, and neither did he, so it was going to be an empty promise. But you needed it, needed him.

“I promise.” Your grip started to slip, his hands sliding down your own. You didn’t want to lose him, you had barely found him. “I love you, okay? Don’t you forget that, no matter how long we’re apart.”

Reggie’s eyes started watering and you were barely holding onto each other’s fingers.

“I love you too, Reg. Please, wait for me.” Your grip had gone and the pull hadn’t slowed.

“I’ll wait for you until the end of everything.” Then his eyes were gone, you were above the room, quickly being pulled up. Above the hospital, above the city you grew up in. The black came suddenly, and you were dropped onto your stomach.

You could see your hands and your feet, but the rest of the room was black. You couldn’t tell where the floor stopped and the walls began. It was such a deep, rich black that your eyes hurt. So you squeezed them shut and let yourself cry. You quietly laughed as you cried, realising that you were doing exactly what Alex vehemently denied. But crying was all that you could do, so you sat, curled up into a ball and hugged your legs, sobbing into the void.

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Experiencing nothing but the illusion of time passing left a lot of time to think. Your throat had become sore after a while, maybe an hour - but probably more - of sobbing, so the tears became silent streams. You thought about dying, how you got lucky, dying in your sleep. It was painless at the end of it all. That was the biggest relief, no longer aching every time you took a breath, no more stabbing pains as you laughed or spoke or experienced life. Life.

You thought about your parents. How were they dealing with the death of their child? While you had come to terms with your death numerous times in your short life, they had never let go of the hope that you would recover. Then there was Julie and Flynn. You hadn’t told them you were dying. Reggie would have told them you had died by now, probably told them that you had been dying for a little while. For them it was sudden, so they never had the opportunity to process it like you did.

How long had it been for them? Had they already been to your funeral? Or were they still planning it? You thought about what it was - or maybe would be - like. The tearful eulogies, soft laughter through tears as photos were shown and stories were told. The flowers that you placed around the room for the funeral itself, and the ones placed on your casket before it was lowered into its permanent home. Maybe it had been years. Maybe Julie and Flynn had graduated high school, and Julie and the Phantoms were huge. It could even be longer, maybe Flynn and Julie were married and had families of their own.

By the time you were contemplating the potential time you could return to, you were all cried out, lying on your back in the cold black room. At some point, you had noticed that your hospital gown was gone, replaced with the outfit you had worn the day before you died. You were grateful for this, not having to spend an eternity in a hospital gown. You had also noticed that you had started talking out loud. Which wasn’t a concern until you started talking to the air as though there was someone there to reply. The loneliness, the complete isolation, had finally gotten to you.

“And honestly, I just want to leave at this point. I want to go home, see my friends and family again. See Reggie again. But passing on and into whatever is instead of this, I would take that too.” Arms out, you spun in a slow circle as you spoke, looking up. You weren’t sure who you were talking to, if there even was anyone other than yourself to listen, but you hoped your begging for freedom from the void would be listened to. “Or at least give me a way to know how long I’ve been here. Please!”

At one point - you weren’t sure when or for how long - you stood, screaming until your throat was raw. The sound alternated between crying out the word please and just screaming. Finally, when you could almost taste blood from how raw your throat had become, you collapsed onto the ground.

You curled up again, knees to chest and arms around shins. You rested your chin on one of your knees and stared at a single spot in the distance.

As you stared, you imagined a door materialising. A dark oak door with a small stain-glass window at the top and a golden door handle. Then you imagined a doormat. A basic, tan doormat with a rubber edge and the word “home” painted on it in black. Your eyes started to burn as you fought the urge to blink. You knew it wasn’t real, and you knew that blinking may cause the illusion to disappear. The imaginary door handle turned and the door slowly pushed open, your eyes watering from the strain of holding them open. As the door opened, a barely-visible light seeped around the edges like a fluid. It didn’t behave like light, but instead appeared to be thick, oozing down the growing opening in the door onto the floor.

“I just want to go home.” It was almost pathetic how you were begging a door you imagined to let you go home, but you had run out of things to do, sanity slowly slipping away. Finally, you squeezed your eyes to get rid of the illusion. And the room grew dark again, the deep and drowning blackness that you had grown used to.

In the pitch black of the room, the faint flash of light was like a supernova, even behind your closed eyelids, and it caused your eyes to snap open. But you weren’t sure if you had imagined it or not.

“Y/N?” You let out a soft sob. Great, now you had auditory hallucinations to accompany the visual ones.

“No.” You pulled your knees tighter to your chest as you felt your heart break, the word leaving your lips in a defeated sigh. It was a cruel joke your mind was playing, making you think that Reggie was behind you, calling your name.

“What?” Soft footsteps echoed, and you squeezed your eyes closed again.

“No. I can’t. I can’t deal with hearing voices right now. Especially not Reggie’s.” Footsteps moved closer and stopped in front of you. You kept your eyes tight, trying to force away the hallucinations.

“What do you mean hearing voices?” You scoffed.

“I mean, I know I’m losing my mind, but I don’t want it to torture me by making me hear things as well as see things.” You flinched when you felt a hand cautiously rest on your shoulder, eyes flying open and locking on scuffed black shoes right in front of your own beat-up converse.

“I promise I’m real.” Your eyes flitted up and you saw him.

“Reggie.” You breathed out his name before all but launching yourself up and into his arms, face pressed into his neck as his arms wound around your waist. He fell onto his back as you started to cry.

“I promised I would see you again.” His words were mumbled into your neck before you suddenly pulled away, coming to a realisation.

“I can kiss you now.” The words were breathed out in excitement, and Reggie laughed as you felt a smile break out.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” You laughed as you pulled one hand from around his neck to place it on his cheek before leaning forward, pulling him in slightly with the other hand still on the back of his neck, and finally kissed him.

You both sighed when your lips connected, and he carefully sat up so he could comfortably pull you closer to him, leaving you to sit on his lap. With a final peck, you pulled back, just enough to rest your foreheads together.

“I love you.” You felt his breath against your lips as he whispered it to you. You gave him another quick peck and let out a giggle.

“I love you too. I’ve missed you so much and it feels like I’ve only been here for like a week.” Almost immediately, Reggie pulled back and broke eye contact. “Yeah, I figured I'd been here a while.”

“About that…” One hand moved from around your back so that he could rub the back of his neck.

“How long, Reggie?” You used one hand to lift his chin, forcing him to make eye contact. “Please, Reg.”

“Okay, so it hasn’t been as long as you’re probably thinking, but it has been… a bit.” You tilted your head to one side, silently telling him to just hurry up and tell you. “Y/N, it’s been three years.” Your hand dropped from his face and your eyes darted to stare off at a space over his shoulder. Almost immediately, the hand he had sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck moved to your cheek.

“I missed it.” Your voice was almost inaudible and sounded broken.

“Missed what?” You looked back at him and you saw there was a slight panic in amongst the confusion.

“My funeral.” It was a weird sentiment, being upset about missing one’s own funeral. But in your dark solitude, you had time to think at length about it. You had hoped you would be able to be there, holding Reggie’s hand as you cried, listening to the goodbye’s from those you loved and that loved you. They said goodbye and you never got to hear it. And it was likely the last time many of them would ever speak directly to you, or even about you at all. “I wanted to see it. Was it good?” In reply, Reggie simply hummed and gave a small nod, before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“It was. Alex started crying too.” You let out a snort accidentally at the idea of Alex - also dead and far more likely to see you again - crying while your parents told stories of you as a child. “Gross. Ow!” You whacked him on the arm, and he rubbed the spot dramatically. “In all seriousness though, it was lovely and your parent’s made an effort to make it a celebration of your life I guess, rather than something about how you were… you know… dead.” The void grew quiet again, no breathing or heartbeat in your ears to break the silence, as you once again thought about your funeral. The silence was different though, from what you had grown used to in your time in the void, alone. This silence felt warm. When you were alone, the silence was cold, heavy and made you very aware of every feeling and thought. You were aware of the clothes against your skin, and a whisper sounded bellowing. And in that hyperaware silence, that week of nothing, your friends and family had lived since you had died. Now in the new silence, one where you were no longer alone, you had been told that it had been three years. Your friends had lived and grown three years. Flynn and Julie were in their sophomore year of college, studying for their futures and being brilliant, just as they always had. They were probably taller, maybe changed up their style just a little, but still very much them. You hoped they were still best friends, but you also knew that time changes people greatly and sometimes childhood friends drift.

“Do you know how I can leave here?” You hadn’t realised that you had started staring over his shoulder with tears pricling in your eyes until you looked back at Reggie and noticed the slight blur around the edges of his face. “I’m sick of it here.” You laughed through the wetness in your voice, pushing down the tears and the sadness that came from thinking too much about your friends.

“We can try poofing?” His phrasing makes you snort and he opened his mouth in feign insult. “What? That’s what it is!”

“It’s a stupid name is what it is.” You snort had devolved into a laugh, and Reggie smiled at the sound that echoed in the void. “And I don’t know how to do that, Reg.” He nodded, thumbs rubbing circles on your waist before using both hands to pat your sides. Reggie pushes you back slightly muttering the word “up.” You did as he says, standing up off of his lap and you offer your hands to help him up.

“Now what?” You tapped your foot in joked impatience.

“Now, you learn to po-” his words stop short as you reach forward to punch his arm “to teleport.”

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Your hands and eyes hurt from the half hour of squeezing them tight, trying to teleport even just around the void.

“You can do this, I know you can.” You had tried thinking of your bedroom, thinking of your parents, thinking of your friends. Nothing was working. “Maybe you’re just being too specific? Just think of leaving?” Both you and Reggie knew that he was making it up on the spot, no idea how he teleported at all. On one of your dates, you had asked how he teleported, but he had said he didn’t know, describing it as it feeling the same as walking to somewhere you had been a hundred times before. Instinct, only needing to think of the destination, and suddenly he was there. But you were desperate to leave, so you were willing to try.

“Okay, thinking of leaving. Leaving…” The words were whispered, sounding more like breaths than words. You squeezed your fists tightly, nails biting at the skin on your palms, and you held your eyes tightly, tight enough to see swirls of white dots in your vision.

There was a heat in your hands, different from the pinch from your nails. It was like a burning cold, and you could have sworn you heard Reggie mutter something like “holy shit”. But you kept your eyes shut, kept your fists clenched, blocked out everything but the thought of leaving.

“I’ll meet you there.” You ignored his words again, but registered the smirk in his voice. The burn was new and you had a gut feeling that it was right, and you didn’t want to lose that.

Suddenly, a rush of cold, sudden and felt in your bones. Then you felt a drop and a pain in your tailbone. You heard a whoosh sound and… and… you heard cars and birds and the sound of feedback from an amp. No more silence. Your eyes flew open when you realised that you were out of the void, but had to squint from the brightness.

After the moment your eyes take to adjust to the light, you look around. Julie’s home studio. You were at the place you felt most at home, where you hung out with your friends and went on dates with your boyfriend, where you escaped the looks of concern from your parents who loved you but treated you like glass all because you were dying.

And there, sat behind the piano was Julie. Her hair was shorter, her face had slimmed out a little. She looked older, and she looked just as beautiful as she always had. There was a short flash, and you saw Reggie’s shoes again in your peripheral, but you didn’t stop staring at Julie. And she was looking at you. She could see you.

“Oh my god.” She tripped over her own feet as she raced over to you, dropping to her knees in front of you. Her hands were reached out, unsure of whether she should or even could touch you. “It’s… you’re here.”

“You’ve grown up, Julie.” She laughed, and you became aware that her eyes were watering and she was trying to fight tears. “You look good.” Julie laughed and a tear fell, and you held out a hand, to test whether she could touch you. Her hand hovered for a moment before lowering it, and her fingertips slipped through your hand. You saw heartbreak flash through her eyes and you let out a laugh that sounded almost like a sob. “It’s okay.” You looked around the room finally, and you saw Luke and Alex watching you and Julie. Reggie helped you to your feet before you turned to them with a smile. Just as you opened your mouth to greet them, you were almost tackled by the boys in a hug, only held up by Reggie’s hand on your back pushing you forward to counterbalance.

“How was the void?” Luke asked after he pulled away. “Still cold and quiet?” You nodded and sniffed, wiping the tears from your eyes. After Alex pulled away, you watched as Reggie punched him in the arm.

“There’s a puddle of your tears from when we were there ‘Lex.” Alex punched him back, using his other hand to wipe his own tears away.

“Ha ha.” Reggie swung his arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your temple. The boys fall into banter while you and Julie watched on silently. You greedily took in the sounds and the light, happy to be free from the darkness and silence that had consumed you for so long.

“It’s good to see you.” Julie’s voice was quiet, and if you weren’t already looking at her, you probably would have missed it completely. You leaned into Reggie and smiled at her.

“I missed you too.” You followed her lead, talking quietly as to not disturb the bickering.

You jumped as the double doors slammed open, and you turned quickly to see Flynn. Like Julie her face had slimmed, but she had grown her hair out, tied back in a ponytail that was full of volume from her curls.

“Alright, Julie and I can only assume the phantoms are here too, we got news about the gig!” She dropped her arms then paused, looking at Julie for a moment, before tilting her head. “Girl, why are you crying?” Julie laughed and shook her head.

“It’s [Y/N], she’s ho- she’s back.” You shook your head when you noticed the correction, ignoring the way Flynn’s eyes when wide and she started stuttering.

“Home, Julie, I’m home.”

“She’s home.” Finally over her moment of shock, Flynn let out an excited squeal.

“Point at her right now or so help me, Julie!” You laughed as Julie quickly pointed at you and Flynn raced to stand next to her, staring through you.

“Tell her I’m sorry I missed her graduation outfit and gig.” Flynn let out a tearful laugh after Julie repeated your words.

“As if I don’t have photos and videos on hand, damn.” She reached into her back pocket while murmuring “like you don’t even know me.” Julie put her hand on Flynn’s shoulder, stopping her. “What?”

“How about we catch her up on everything slowly. Then you can show off your ‘fit?” You nodded, despite Flynn not being able to see you.

“You’re right, okay, fine.” Quickly, she turned, marching over to the ratty sofa before plopping down, patting the space beside her for Julie. You laughed and quickly followed, opting to sit on the coffee table in front of them. Reggie sat beside you, while Luke found his seat on the arm next to Julie, and Alex on the sofa next to Flynn.

Back and forth, Flynn and Julie took turns telling stories and updating you, laughing as they bickered over details. Reggie pulled your hand into his lap, running his fingers over your skin, his laugh mixing with Luke’s and Alex’s. You sat, listening, smiling and laughing. You were home. Though it was different now, and you would never age, it was still home.

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[vanillann]

I hope your day is better tomorrow. Let's be self indulgent, headcanon to comforting a person they are close to (romantic, platonic, whatever) when the person had a bad day

ahh thank you for this!! (i’m already feeling better omg these boys are fictional and they’re doing more than people)

luke patterson

we all know luke hates when people are upset (the whole beach scene)

he’d 100% sing a song he wrote for you or just your favorite song (even though he complains your favorite song should be a sunset curve one)

i also feel like we’d beg you to go on a walk with him

“the fresh air will be good for you!”

luke would definitely push for a little bit about what was wrong and after a few times he’d drop it because he doesn’t want to cross a line

if you didn’t want to walk he’d probably be pretty quiet and only mention a few things here and their

after the lovely walk outside (if it’s nice out of course) he’d probably often to make something small to eat

i feel like luke would definitely claim he could cook but actually can’t

and you’d be sitting in the kitchen watching everything go wrong until you step in

but it was funny watching him panic so you’re already feeling better

“is this salt or sugar?... definitely salt”

“did you set the timer?”

he’d then sit on the counter beside you and just watch you finish the simple meal (it’s probably grilled cheese or something like that)

“feeling better?”

“eh, kinda”

honestly that would be enough for him because he’d made it a little easier and he’d be so happy beside of that

side note: would 100% put on a really old silent film and would voice the characters with crazy notions

“did you shit in my bed!”

“they definitely didn’t say that luke”

“rewind it, you’ll see!”

reggie peter

while luke would be a little calmer about it, reggie would def be off the wall trying to make you feel better

100% watch a romcom with ya (his favorite would be love, rosie)

also he’d probably wait for you to say something first so not to push

he’d rambled until you were ready to talk

“he can’t marry her, rosie and him are meant to be!”

would be the person to run to the store to get giant bags of your favorite snack

also i can’t 100% images reggie pulling out board games and waiting for you to pick one you like

monopoly ends in violence and tears so that’s gets put away

“wanna talk about it?”

“maybe”

“whenever you’re completely ready”

would play with your fingers, also if you paint your nails he would paint them for you for fun

make HORRIBLE dad jokes because even if they’re bad you can’t help but laugh sometimes

i can also imagine him talking super soft when your upset so he doesn’t make it worse somehow

also HE’D 100% FIND AN OLD WII AND PLAY PUTT PUTT WITH YOU

“why does your ball glow purple?”

“because i’m cooler”

“damn right you are”

(it will be a miracle if neither of your remotes end up in the tv)

also if he starts to run out of ideas, he’d call alex and beg him for more ideas

“why are you calling?”

“how do you makes someone feel better?”

“leave them alone”

reggie would be really sweet and gentle with the whole things and would make a fool out of himself to see you laugh 

[nooneactuallyasked]

Diner Gal - Reggie x Reader Part 6.5

Requested: It’s a series, there are no requests here!

Word count: 1,207

Warnings: Some sappy feelings stuff

Summary: Julie and the Phantoms ( + Flynn ) go to a musical diner/café/restaurant for inspiration and hopefully a future gig but they end up meeting a very special waitress.

Note: Okay, 6.5 here we go, sorry for the lateness, I have so many essays to do right now! To clear the dates up a little, they went to the diner on a Saturday, demo’d and had a Reggie moment on Sunday, the last part and this one are set on Monday. We have the whole rest of the week to go. I’ve never really written romance before, I usually do setting pieces but I’ll try to make it as good as possible. Enjoy!

Part 1 here   Part 2 here   Part 3 here

Part 4 here   Part 5 here   Part 6 here

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Y/N sat there, her mouth slightly hung in awe. They really meant it when they said “go all out”, she was a sucker for music that meant something, especially to the artist and it was clear that it meant something to everyone there, perhaps a different something but something all the same. She shook off her awestruck freeze and finished up her notes.

A smile spread across Y/N’s face and she looked back up at the group, they chattered excitedly amongst each other. “Well, I think that might just hold up against the other performers.” She winked at them, a grin playing on her lips. “Hold up? We’ll do more than hold up, we’ll knock this out of the park, just watch!” Alex patted Luke’s arm, trying to calm him down; apparently when music came into play Luke’s only way of communicating was shouting excitedly. Y/N snapped her fingers next to her ear, “Okay, we’re good, I still have my hearing.” Julie looked at Luke pointedly, he rubbed his neck sheepishly “Sorry.”

Y/N shook her head, a smile spreading over her lips at their antics. She stood up, collecting her notes and paper and carefully slipping them into the purple folder, her fingers grazing against the papery surface as she places it on top of her pile. She bundles them all into her arms and sends a smile over to the group. “Well, that was absolutely amazing! And as much as I want to stay here and make you play over and over again I have to go and make notes on the highlighters, don’t worry though, next session I’ll have tips from Cal and we’ll be able to set it all up to be show-stopping!” Y/N grinned over the pile in her arms and Julie made her way over to the door, Y/N smiled in appreciation as Julie opened the door for her, “Thanks, Firecracker, don’t know what I’d do without you.” She turned to the boys and winked at them, “Don’t drive Julie too mad, I’ll see you himbos some other time.”

Julie walked Y/N to the gate, idly chatting about music, the performance details and other such things, they were just about to bid their final goodbyes when Y/N whirled around, remembering one final thing. “Hey, Firecracker, could you get your friend, Flynn, to give me a call. I’ll need your marketing team to help me make posters. If Cal likes them he might just steal her away from you.” She winks to which Julies laughs, “I’ll let her know, and I’d like to see him try, he can’t take her away that easily!”

The two girls chuckled together, Y/N looked down at her watch. “Oh shoot, I have to go or I’ll be late for the highlighter squad or whatever they’re actually called. I’ll see you soon, Miss Molina, and when I do we’re gon a make you and your boys stars.” She walked out of the gate, only turning her head slightly to smile at Julie before speedwalking to her destination.

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“Hey! Hey! Hey, wait up!”

Y/N frowned slightly but kept walking, she had places to get to, people to coach and she didn’t even know if they were talking to her.

“Hey! Y/N! Stop for a second!”

Oh, nevermind, they did mean her. Y/N blew a stray hair out of her face and turned around, an eyebrow raised for whoever decided that she had all the time in the world and just needed to talk to them.

“You actually stopped! I mean, cool. I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

Leather Boy winked at her, a grin stretching across his face. Y/N rolled her eyes before reaching into her pocket to grab her phone, whilst simultaneously trying to balance her pile of folders in the crook of her other arm.

“Wait- what are you doing? I just wanted to talk-“

“Hi, Leather Boy, thanks for calling, what can I do you for?” Y/N smiled down at the ground, before looking up at him. She felt a bit awkward, but he seemed fine, maybe he forgot about their impromptu dance/singing fun.

“I was hoping to walk a lovely lady to her next rehearsal,” Reggie smirked, holding his head high. Then his eyes widened slightly, “But of course I don’t have to if you don’t want to because I get I can be- well. Nevermind, I’ll just go. See you around, Diner Gal.”

“Hey, wait! I don’t mind- I mean, you can walk with me…if you want. Also, Diner Gal?” Reggie picked at the skin next to his fingernails, bashfully averting his gaze as Y/N looked at him, highly amused. “Well, because you work at a diner and I like diners and food and you, so I thought it would be cool,” He looked up again, catching her gaze, a smirk finding it’s way onto his face. Her face felt warm, she knew he didn’t mean it like that but it was still nice to hear. “Plus, you call me Leather Boy and I don’t complain so I get to give you a nickname too, so there!”

Y/N laughed at his antics, a childlike proud innocence dawned his features making her smile wider. “Well, good sir clad in leather, if you would be so kind as to escort me to my destination.” She stood up straight (which actually helped balance her folders better) and pulled face, making her voice as posh as she could. “It would be my honour, my fair lady.” He mimicked her stance, making her look down, biting her lip to keep from bursting out into laughter.

“So, I’m gonna be honest, I have been told to pry information from you. Are we the best band playing or are we the best band playing? Because I know that we are, but do you know? Does everyone else know?” Y/N snorted before composing herself and looking up at him, “Okay, the arrogance is through the roof but you guys do just so happen to be my favourite performers, but Hummus comes up second. The Highlighters aren’t too shabby either, they just have outfits that make my eyes bleed.” Reggie chuckled, making the blood rush to her cheeks. She liked his smile and his laugh was music to her ears. Y/N shook her head and sped up her walking, glancing down at her watch and back up.

“Hey, wait for me!”

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Y/N clutched onto her folders with one arm and held her phone up to her ear with the other, she was simply trying not to drop everything whilst laughing with Reggie. Their laughter faded out as they came to a stop in the wake of a giant mansion. Y/N sighs and turns to Reggie, “Well, that went quickly. Uh, thanks for walking with me, it was fun.”

“Oh, yeah, no problem. Is this it? The place, this is it?” Y/N sighed, a tired smile playing on her lips, “Sure is, I gotta go in, the Highlighters are waiting for me. I’ll see you next time, Leather Boy.”

She sent a smile his way before putting her phone in her pocket and walking over to the gate and pressed the buzzer. Reggie smiled to himself, “See you later, Diner Gal.”

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[parkerslatte]

Finally Got The Girl

MASTERLIST

Reggie Peters x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.3k+

Summary: After years of liking (Y/N), Reggie gets the courage to tell her, but it didn’t happen the way he planned.

*****

Reggie had liked (Y/N) for years, the two having known each other since they were children. He always wanted to confess to her, but the one time he actually had the courage to - she came to him saying that the guy she had liked for the past couple of months had asked her out. Reggie was of course heartbroken, but he acted happy for (Y/N). Luke, Alex and Bobby could see right through his facade. Whenever Reggie saw (Y/N) and her boyfriend together, his heart broke a little more each time - he wished it was him making her that happy.

However, one night (Y/N) had turned up at the studio where the boys rehearsed crying her eyes out. Reggie immediately went to comfort her, Luke, Alex and Bobby tried to help but all she wanted was Reggie, so they left leaving the two alone. (Y/N) revealed to him that her boyfriend cheated on her. Reggie wasn’t an angry person by any means, in fact he was the complete opposite of angry, but once the words left (Y/N)’s mouth, he was beyond angry. All he wanted to do was march over to her boyfriend's - ex-boyfriend’s- house and demand to know why he would cheat on such a wonderful and beautiful girl. (Y/N), of course, wouldn’t let him leave, she just wanted him by her side.

The next time Reggie had the courage to tell (Y/N) he liked her was when they were playing the Orpheum. He had planned out that after the show, he would take her on a date and tell her. Of course, they never had that date and Reggie never confessed. Luke, Alex, Reggie and, reluctantly, (Y/N) all went for street-dogs before the show. The four of them ended up passing away and Reggie’s plans were ruined.

It was now 2020. The four ghosts had met a girl named Julie, who could make the band be seen. The band that was formerly known as Sunset Curve was now Julie and the Phantoms. (Y/N) was ecstatic that the boys could finally live out their dream - even if she couldn’t be seen by people herself, she was so happy and proud of the boys. 

Even if it had technically been twenty-five years since Reggie had promised himself he would confess to (Y/N), he still hadn’t done it. He felt like it wasn’t appropriate as they had just died. It had been a few months and Luke, Alex and even Julie were trying to get him to confess. The three members of the band couldn’t take anymore of the incessant talking about (Y/N) when she wasn’t there. The three band members loved (Y/N) of course, they just didn’t need to hear about her every single minute of every single day.

“Reggie, come on man, just confess already. What’s the worst she can say?” Luke said while lightly strumming his guitar.

“No,” Reggie answered, “But that’s why I don’t want to confess. What if she does say no?”

“She won’t. Trust me.” Julie spoke up. 

Julie knew (Y/N) wouldn’t say no to Reggie because she had admitted to Julie herself that she liked Reggie. Julie encouraged her to ask him out, but she refused, afraid of rejection. That was one thing both Reggie and (Y/N) had in common.

“How do you know that?” Reggie questioned.

“I just do.” Julie stated.

Reggie sighed, “I want to. I really want to. I’m just afraid.” 

Alex placed his hand on Reggie’s shoulder, “Reg, just confess, you’re a great guy. If she doesn’t want to go out with you, then she’s missing out.”

Reggie gave Alex a small smile, “Thanks Alex.”

“Now go and tell her, I don’t know how many more of these talks I can take.” Alex said before sitting behind his drums.

Reggie sighed before standing up, “I’m gonna do it.”

“Finally,” Luke mumbled under his breath before speaking louder, “We have band practice later so be back by then.”

Reggie nodded before poofing away. He knew exactly where (Y/N) would be. There was a spot on the beach where the two of them would go all the time as children. (Y/N) would sometimes go there to just sit and think. Reggie appeared just a little bit away from (Y/N). To him she was beautiful. He always knew she was pretty but once he began liking her, that’s when he began to notice how beautiful she really was.

“(Y/N)?” Reggie called out.

She turned to look at him before a wide smile stretched across her face, “Reg!” She stood up from her position on the sand and walked over to him and wrapped him in a hug. 

Reggie hugged her back, a smile stretching across his face from their contact. (Y/N) had always greeted Reggie with a hug ever since they were children. Reggie would always blush when she hugged him and that didn’t change. Once she pulled away, there was a slight red hue to his cheeks. 

“I thought you were with the band?” She asked. 

Reggie gulped, “I was, but I needed to tell you something.”

“Okay...what is it?” She asked happily.

“Um, well, I…” Reggie trailed off. He didn’t know how to say it. He had come here to confess, but he just couldn’t get it out. 

“Reg? You okay?” (Y/N) asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m fine,” Reggie said, “Just nervous.”

“Why are you nervous?” (Y/N) questioned, concern lacing her tone.

“Um,well I…” 

“Reggie, you’re acting strange, are you sure you’re okay?” (Y/N) asked placing her hands on the sides of his face, making him look at her.

“I…” Reggie trailed off once he noticed how close their faces were. His eyes flickered down to her lips. (Y/N) doing the same to Reggie but he didn’t notice. Reggie wanted to confess but he couldn’t do it with words. He impulsive pressed his lips to hers, locking their lips in a kiss. (Y/N) was surprised at first so she didn’t do anything to either stop or encourage it. Reggie took this as a sign to stop. He pulled away and looked down avoiding eye contact, he was prepared for her to turn him down.

(Y/N) removed her hands from his face and took a small step back from him. Reggie fiddled with the zip on his jacket, wanting to poof out of there but it felt like he was rooted to this spot. After a few moments of silence, he finally looked up to face (Y/N).

“Look, (Y/N), I’m sorry-” 

Reggie was cut off by (Y/N) throwing her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a tight hug, “I’m so glad you just did that.” He heard her mumble against his neck.

To say Reggie was shocked would be an understatement. He was expecting his friendship with (Y/N) to be ruined after the kiss. He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her back. He buried his face into her neck and smiled. 

(Y/N) pulled back from the hug slightly, still keeping her arms around his neck. Her face was lit up like a child on Christmas morning. Before Reggie could even process it, her lips were on his. Reggie felt himself blush as she kissed him. (Y/N) pulled away from the kiss, resting her forehead against Reggie’s. The blush on his face was prominent. (Y/N) let out a small laugh. Her laugh was a thing Reggie loved about her. It suited her just right, every time he heard it he couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re blushing.” (Y/N) mumbled.

“No I’m not.” Reggie denied even though it was glaringly obvious.

“You’re adorable,” (Y/N) said and Reggie blushed an even deeper shade of red, “And that proves my point.”

Reggie just connected his lips with hers once more. He was happy. He was kissing the girl he had liked for, technically, over twenty-five years. He had finally gotten the girl.

[almostnugget]

Eyeliner

Reggie x Reader

Y/N manages to convince Reggie to let them put eyeliner on him. It just ends up being a little more distracting—considering their not-so-subtle feelings for one another—than either of them would have thought.

Warnings: uh, romantic tension? but otherwise: none that i know of! it’s just kinda fluff-ish

A/N: okay so this was originally part of something bigger that i was writing but i decided i needed to post and i figured i should share this all with you so hope you enjoy! (it’s not even that good tho nothing even happens i-) (also happy thanksgiving if you celebrate it, hi what’s up)

If anyone asked, Y/N wouldn't be able to tell them how this had happened. Having the garage to their selves wasn't much of a problem for Y/N and Reggie. Alex left for an impromptu date with Willie and Luke decided to bother Julie at school.

"Stop moving," Y/N whined, shifting on the couch. They were half in Reggie's lap by now, a hand holding his chin with their face twisted in concentration.

"Why is this taking so long?" He asked, scrunching his face up as Y/N let out a reprimanding hiss. "I'm just asking!"

"You're moving your face!" 

"I'm talking," he corrected, trying to keep his face as still as possible now. He could feel Y/N’s breath on his face, which was making it hard enough not to fidget around, but it felt like they were purposely taking forever.

"I've never done this on another person," they explained, shifting their weight again and turning Reggie's face slightly. "Plus, I'm focusing on what I'm doing and holding this eyeliner."

Talking Reggie into putting on eyeliner was surprisingly easier than Y/N had thought it would be. They supposed he was from the 90s, and in a rock band, so maybe they shouldn't have been so surprised.

"Can you focus faster?" he whined, his eyes still shut. Y/N let out a laugh, prompting him to open his eyes so he could glimpse the smile on their face.

"Hey! I can't do your makeup like this," they scolded quickly, though their lips were still quirked upward. "Close your eyes."

Reggie hummed in response, shutting his eyes and letting them continue. He was getting antsy, but part of him was enjoying the attention too much to make it stop.

Chewing their bottom lip, Y/N began to actually apply the eyeliner. They softly hummed a familiar song under their breath, making a dorky smile spread across Reggie's face.

"Is that a Sunset Curve song?"

"I listened to the demo," they replied nonchalantly, continuing to work and hum quietly to themselves—as if Reggie couldn't find himself any higher on cloud nine.

He stopped concentrating on how long this was taking, instead putting his full attention on the person practically humming in his ear and the fact they were so close there was almost no distance between the two of them

"This is not turning out right," Y/N said suddenly, a laugh bubbling out as they sat back—though not fully removing themselves from his lap either. "I was way too confident in my abilities."

“I'll try," Reggie declared excitedly, opening his eyes. Y/N held the eyeliner out, the boy enthusiastically seizing it from them. The garage had a bathroom with a mirror, and fortunately ghosts were visible in mirrors—to themselves at least. "Oh! Can you...?"

He nodded down at Y/N’s legs, Y/N taking the hint and sheepishly moving back beside him.

Getting to his feet, Reggie hurried to the bathroom to do his own eyeliner as Y/N collapsed back onto the couch. Drumming their fingers against their stomach, they stared up at the ceiling in wait.

"Alright!" Reggie exclaimed from the bathroom after a few moments. "Drumroll please!"

Y/N chuckled and rolled their eyes, but they sat up nonetheless and began to rhythmically pat their thighs like a drumroll.

Reggie jumped out of the bathroom doorway, enthusiastically throwing his arms outward. "Tada!"

Y/N was on their feet in an instant, crossing the room to get a better look. Reggie wore a proud smile that was only moderately giddy. Around his eyes was black eyeliner, slightly smudged for the perfect grunge look.

“Oh, definitely way better than whatever I could do," Y/N decided with a nod. They squinted their eyes for a moment before reaching up to ruffle his hair a little.

"Better?"

Y/N nodded. "Better." They continued to study him a moment, oblivious to the distance between them that Reggie was trying desperately to ignore.

"What?" he croaked out after a long silence, Y/N snapping out of their momentary trance as they staggered back.

"N-nothing! You look good," they admitted, trying to act natural like they hadn't nearly lost it over how good Reggie looked with eyeliner. Instead, the words bubbled out before they could stop them. "You look hot."

Their eyes blew wide, any other words to correct themselves dying in her throat. It took Reggie a moment, his brain trying to decide between flustered or brazenly confident. He chose the latter.

"You think I'm hot?" he questioned, his usual dorky grin replaced with a slightly cockier one.

"Shut up," Y/N dismissed, ears growing warm as they twisted away. They jumped back when Reggie just appeared in front of them. "Hey—!"

"Hey! I'm just repeating what you said!" he defended casually, a sense of pride still blooming in his chest.

"Eyeliner has that effect!" They tried to reason, but they were clearly floundering now. Why did everyone have to leave them alone? Alex had to get back from his date soon, right?

“You think I'm hot," he repeated in a sing-song tone as Y/N playfully rolled their eyes. He had definitely just got an ego boost, that was for sure.

"Go take it off," they instructed, gesturing toward the bathroom. "Our little experiment's over."

"Oh no, it's staying on forever now!"

"Reggie!"

[mk-tozier]

Reggie jatp

ISTG YALL ARE SLEEEEEPING ON REGGIE. He’s a dork (adorable), hilarious, He’s definitely flirty and bold but gets flustered easily AGAIN ADORABLE, I feel like he would be a switch because he definitely had clueless bottom energy but also he’s hot asf and he knows it, totally would top you. He super sweet 🥺. And I saw someone said he’s like a human golden retriever AND YALL 🥺 SO ACCURATE 🥺 he’s too cute. Always excited to meet new people, flirty with the girls, sweet and kind, loving. How do y’all not love him. Don’t get be wrong I have a huge crush on Luke/Charlie but you guys don’t see the FUCKING HOTTIE REGGIE IS cause y’all paying too much attention to Luke. Y’all are. Sleeping, on. Reggie. I caaaant.

[aliasimagines]

Bonfire // Reggie

requested by a lovely anon

Can I request prompt dialogue 34 + 40 with Reggie from Julie and the Phantoms, please?

a/n: prompts are from this list. I need to write more Reggie stuff, I love him so much

word count: 755

The sound of the waves crashing into the sand and the sound of the fire burning the wood were the only noise aside from your and Reggie’s whisper in the dark. 

It was friday and you usually all came together for a bonfire just to celebrate the beginning of the weekend. The others were here too earlier but now it was just you and Reggie. Alex and Luke left hours ago to catch a movie they wanted to see and Bobby excused himself about an hour ago saying he has to get up early tomorrow because of his weekend job.

You weren’t upset though, you could finally spend some alone time with Reggie. And it seemed he didn’t mind either. You talked about school,your day,your week, the band, everything. You enjoyed each other's company and the beautifully peaceful night you had. 

It wasn’t cold, but it started to get chilly and you pulled yourself closer to the fire and reached out for Reggie. He lifted an eyebrow, waiting for you to explain. 

“I just want to cuddle by the fire for a while.” you said. He made an ‘Ooo’ sound and got closer to you. He put an arm around you and you happily snuggled closer to him. 

“I love moments like these.. It is so quiet but in a good way. Sure I love the loud shows and rehearsals, but this? Nothing is better than getting cozy with you.” says Reggie wrapping his flannel around you. You smile and humm in agreement. You feel his hand brush against you before he intervenes your fingers together.

Reggie suddenly moves excitedly.

“Y/N,Y/N!! A shooting star! Make a wish, quick!” 

You look up and spot the star and close your eyes and make a wish. Once you are done, you turn to Reggie.

“What did you wish for?”

He smiles and shrugs. 

“Nothing.”

“What?” you chuckle “How so?”

He runs his fingers through his hair.

“I mean..I have got the best partner ever, I am in the coolest band ever, I don’t know what could be better?” he says immediately warming your heart. Reggie really is the sweetest person ever to exist. 

“Oh shoot! I should have wished for my father not to be allergic so I could have  a dog! Darn it..” 

You giggle and gently poke his side.

“I promised we would have a dog once we are old enough to get our own place.” 

“And a hamster!” he adds quickly, causing you to laugh. 

You stay there for a while, maybe an hour or so, keep chatting about everything before Reggie suggests that you go inside. He puts out the fire while you gather your stuff’s. Since Reggie’s home is only a few moments away you go there and walk in the dark night through the beach. He tries to unlock the door quietly just in case his parents are sleeping. You both get rid of your shoes, and walk into the living room. The room is dark other from the tv’s light.

“Oh, hi dears!”

You wave at Reggie’s mum and he quickly leans down to press a kiss on her cheek.

“Hi mum! Where’s dad?”

“He fell asleep while reading a bedtime story for Maxie.” she says softly chuckling, the image of her husband being fast asleep next to the 6 year old boys still fresh.”You two are heading upstairs?”

You nod your head, stealing a quick glance at the tv, Mrs nolastname was watching an episode of friends. 

“Okay than. Just be quiet, everyone's sleeping. Good night!” she smiles at both of you and you start climbing the stairs up to his room. Quietly you open the door to his room , almost tripping over his Star Wars comics he piled up on the floor. Whispering a few curse words you make your way over to his bed and sit down.

“Why is your stuff on the floor, baby?” you ask, picking up the little ghost shaped plushy you gave him after watching ghost buster with him for the first time.

“Sorry..I left in a hurry.” He pops down next to you and quickly pulls you down for a hug.

You snuggle closer, with a smile spreading across your face. Even in the dark room he can still see you smile causing him to laugh softly.

“What?”

“Nothing..I Just love you Reg.” 

He leans closer and boops his nose against yours, before placing a small kiss on your lips.

“I love you, too.”

[lomlkenji]

༊*·˚ prettiest | reggie peters

★ summary : luke being a good wing man. 

★ warnings : fluff, jealous reader & angst if u squint <3

── ⋆⋅☆ main masterlist

You were happy seeing your friends performing on stage. But the nerves never leave your body as you control the lights, giving the room more vibe for people to enjoy themselves. 

The stage hand wearing a headset freaked out seeing came out of nowhere and started controlling the panel but he was so focused on the lights and the band, he didn't even remember who was controlling it. 

You were never in Sunset Curve, but you know damn well how to make a show more epic. 

You were the master of light and beats. So before you died, the band was always asking you to help them with their shows. You were more like an honorary member of the band and you wouldn't change it for the world. 

As the song ended you poofed back with the boys, slightly losing your balance. You landed next to Reggie and your hands brushed against each other making you all flustered, quickly retracting your hand back. 

You always had a thing on the boy but he seems to be oblivious to it. Not Luke or Alex tho, they think you're too obvious. 

You were at the front side of the stage, away from the crowd. Reggie on your left, Luke and Alex to your right. 

"That's wild! They could see us when we were playing but not when the music ended." Luke said in bewilderment. 

You nodded, a small smile lingering on your face. His eyes were practically shining with excitement and you smiled softly at him. His passion for music always admired you. 

"We should double check." Reggie said as he moved up to a small staircase and started to roll his hips. 

The sight made you bursted out laughing, not noticing the soft look he gave you when he heard the sound. Your smile made him fill with warmth and to know he's the reason? Whew. 

When nobody paid attention to him he gave up, "Yeah I dont-" and he moved down to stand back beside you "I don't think they can see us." he sighed. 

"I wish I couldn't see you" Alex breathed out. 

"ALEX!" you smacked his arm as your jaw dropped, trying to contain your laughter. 

Alex rubbed the spot you hit him as Luke just laughed at his friends' odd behaviour. 

"Okay people, show's over! Let's get back to class please." the principal announced. 

After most of the people made their way out, two girls stopped at the side, seeming to be having an argument. The girl with purple hair seemed to get Reggie's attention as he moved in front of her. 

"Hey there." he greeted, trying to get her intention. 

"Hi." he tried again. 

"Reggie." he said, introducing himself like the girl could see him. "Could I maybe call you sometime?" 

It brought a small frown on your face as your chest tightens, but you shrugged it off. 

Alex saw the way your face fell and put his arm around your shoulders, "He'll come around." he said softly. 

You sighed, "Don't think so but that's fine." 

Alex gave you a small smile and Luke has a genius plan, asking you guys to poof where Julie was going to walk too. 

The plan was a stupid one, but hey it doesn't hurt to try. So you moved to a spot but realised that it was kind of far, so you moved again. The plan was to scare Julie, Reggie and Alex planked while Luke got on top of their thighs, you were placed in front of Luke, crouching. 

When Julie turned the corner you all yelled at the same time. "JULIE!" 

"AH YOU!" she screamed "Stop doing that! I'm serious!" her tone was more stern as she calmed the sudden spike in her chest. 

You guys all smiled sheepishly as Luke got down, standing up straight and moving beside Reggie. 

"Whoa whoa this one's on you, we were already here. Well actually we were over there and then we came over here" Reggie explained making you let out a chuckle. 

"Are we not gonna talk about what just happened?" Luke exclaimed, his eyes wide with amazement.

Julie nodded her head, "Yeah, the whole school saw you. It's kinda freaking me out." she spoke anxiously. 

Breathing out a sigh in relief, Alex started to ramble, "Okay good! Cause it's kind of freaking me out too.'' Alex continued to say that his clothes are made of air but he still has a wedgie which made you all scrunch your nose in disgust. 

Luke broke the silence, turning to face Julie again. "The only important thing is we rocked that place! They were loving  you." he beamed. 

She looked at him with the same look he has, "Are you kidding? They loved us! That was a great song luke. Thanks." their eyes were twinkling with awe for each other and that made you soft. 

But your grin quickly turned into a frown as Reggie changed the topic, "And did you see the cheerleaders looking at me? I think they were looking at me. Please tell me they were." he begged at Luke. 

Luke sighed and cupped Reggie's face with his hands, "Why find a cheerleader when you got them?" Luke said as his head nudged at your direction 

You almost choked on air at his statement. 

Reggie's eyes widened as he turned his head towards you but you quickly averted your gaze. "I'm just so confused, like how is this possible?" you asked, nervously shifting the topic. 

"The afterlife should come with instructions, you know?" Alex said, backing up your point. 

Reggie moved closer to you as Luke, Alex and Julie continued to talk about the band. "What does Luke mean by 'you got them' " Reggie whispered. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine as butterflies appeared in your stomach. 

"Nothing." you muttered, not meeting his eyes. 

"You know you're prettier than all the cheerleaders in the world right?" he mumbled quietly and started to play with his fingers. A nervous habit you picked up on. 

Your head snapped up towards him, eyebrows furrowed together, "What do you mean?" you asked softly. 

"I'm just saying you're pretty." he muttered, slowly looking up, meeting your eyes, staring up at him like he was the only one who mattered. 

"Really?" you croaked out. How the hell are you supposed to react when your crush says you're pretty? 

He stares at you longingly before whispering, "The prettiest."

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[vanillann]

good girls

a/n: i wanna change my fic layout but idk what to do with it i. ii. iii.

based off “good girls” by 5sos and based off this request

reggie peters x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

warning: talk of homophobia (if you are homophobic don’t interact with my page) and swearing

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“I still can’t believe your parents are gone for the weekend!”

Reggie spun on his heels, falling on his back on the fluffy couch of the Mercer house, one he was often never invited into as he didn’t look like a good influence. Bobby picked up his feet, taking a seat as he also took in the nice living room.

“Some Biblical thing, I’m not allowed to go because, well-” Alex trailed off, leaving the living room to the kitchen. Nobody said a word about the recent discovery about Alex’s parents, they weren’t open-minded at all.

“Well don’t worry, Reggie will accidentally break something by the end of the weekend to get back at ‘em,” Luke followed Alex into the kitchen, leaving Bobby to laugh at Reggie’s offended face.

“I don’t break things that often!”

“You broke your locker yesterday,” Bobby pointed out, much to Reggie dismay. He frowned, giving Bobby his puppy eyes but it was no use as Bobby wasn’t even looking in Reggie direction.

“Is that who I think it is?” Bobby leaned on the fluffy pillows and pointed to the figure they all knew. Reggie knew she lived beside Alex, he had seen her get in the car when he used to pick Alex up for school, but now Bobby insists on doing it as he has to drive past all three of their houses anyways.

“Is that who I think it is?” Bobby leaned on the fluffy pillows and pointed to the figure they all knew. Reggie knew she lived beside Alex, he had seen her get in the car when he used to pick Alex up for school, but now Bobby insists on doing it as he has to drive past all three of their houses anyways.

“Is that who I think it is?” Bobby leaned on the fluffy pillows and pointed to the figure they all knew. Reggie knew she lived beside Alex, he had seen her get in the car when he used to pick Alex up for school, but now Bobby insists on doing it as he has to drive past all three of their houses anyways.

“What is going on?” Luke slid across the hardwood floor with his white socks, smiling as his eyes followed Bobby’s finger to the figure that sat on the roof.

“That’s (Y/N)!” Luke immediately yelled, almost jumping up and down as they watched her blow some smoke softly from her lips into the cold November air.

“Yeah, she does that often,” Alex shrugged, this time he was the one to join Reggie on the couch.

He seemed to be the only person unbothered by this newest discovery of Ms. Goody-Two-Shoe smoking on the roof with a bored expression on her face. The girl who spoke perfect French and wore an Ivy League sweatshirt with collars underneath.

“Luke, stop!”

It was too late for Bobby to stop Luke as he unlocked one of the window panels, his voice drifting through the neighborhood. Alex and Reggie jumped from the couch, watching as (Y/N) almost slide down the roof once Luke started yelling.

“Whatcha doing (L/N)!”

Her whole demeanor changed, the once bored expression was switched for pure panic as she ducked her head in the window and then slowly slid down the roof. The boys watched her grab the ladder on the side of the house and easily maneuver to make sure not a soul caught her in the act of sneaking out. Reggie had snuck out a million times and he still wasn’t this good.

She jogged the yard between the Mercer and the (L/N) household, holding a long cardigan close to her chest as she jogged to the open bay window. Reggie thought she’d be happy to have some company, although he didn’t smoke he’d be nice company nonetheless, but her face said it all.

She looked prepared to hurt all four of them without a second glance, her eyebrows pushed to the center of her forehead and her lips frowning like she does when she finished a test way earlier than anyone else.

“Wanna lose your head Patterson?”

Luke only chuckled, looking over both his shoulders for some support but was met with nothing but blank stares. Reggie never found someone so imminating before, the way her eyes bored into his soul and her crossed arms like a warrior who killed an army single-handedly and never broke a sweat.

“Mercer, where are your parents?” She nodded to the blond, way calmer while talking to him then when she spoke to Luke seconds ago.

“Church thing.”

The silence was short but deafening as they watched her rock back and front of her heels, pulling the cardigan closer and closer to her chest and Reggie finally felt the cold air run over his already red cheeks, his mouth moving faster than his brain.

“Here,” he dropped it from the window, cringing when it landed on her face and not in her hand like he planned in his head.

“Thanks.”

She wrapped it around her shoulder, not bothered by a stranger giving her a jacket but maybe they weren’t really strangers. They had many classes together, we gym partners during 12 mile runs, and even had the same locker block.

“Look, you didn’t see shit okay?”

“What do you mean?” Luke gave an innocent smile, trying his best to get under her skin but by the way she crossed her arm, that definitely wasn’t going to happen.

“I’m serious, you shut your pretty mouths and don’t say a word,” she pointed to each member, minus Alex as according to the two they already had a silent agreement. He lived up to it, he didn’t ever mention anything to the band once.

“I thought you were a good girl,” Bobby spoke this time, almost raising his hand like he was in class but held back from it.

“Good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught,” she rolled her eyes, already slowly backing up from the house with a Reggie jacket held tightly to her chest.

Luke almost spoke again but Alex slapped his hand over his mouth and let the girl go back to her extracurriculars she had been doing earlier. Once she was safely on the ladder, Reggie reached out and closed the bay-widow and turned back to the couch.

“So they girl Reggie’s been in love with since the second grade is secretly bad, they’re practically made for each other!” Bobby spun around the room, laughing when Reggie slammed the pillow into his face and loudly groaned into it.

“Good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught,” Luke ran to his bag, pulling out his notebook and scribbling the line. He didn’t stop there, writing faster than any essay he’d ever written, and he writes those seconds before they’re due.

“Are you really writing a song about my pain right now?”

“Reginald, we both know pain makes the best songs! Beside, it’s not even about you, it’s about her,” she grabbed his finger over his shoulder, telling him exactly who he was talking about.

Alex leaned over his shoulder, silently reading the words while drumming patterns on his leg.

“Practice in the garage?”

“I’ll get my bass!”

Reggie leaned on his locker, the other three trying to convince him to walk to her locker a few down with a cassette in Luke’s hand.

“Just ask for your jacket and give her this, she’ll understand once she sees the title,” Luke slammed the cassette into Reggie’s palm, which was sweeter than normal.

“How do you know she listens to cassettes?”

“Her car is from the 70s, she listens to cassette,” Alex pointed out, trying his best to push his friend. The sound of a loud slam bought them from the little trance they fell in. (Y/N) had a leather jacket slung over her arm and was walking directly to the group.

“She’s coming!” Reggie tried to turn around but the boys had built a wall behind him.

“Peters?”

“(Y/N)!”

She stood in front of him, the cardigan replaced with a T- shirt then had a math pun Reggie definitely didn’t understand and some baggy jeans.

“Here’s your jacket,” she held it out, nodding to the vintage material in her hand as she waited for him to take it.

“Don’t worry about it!”

Reggie cringed, knowing he always wore that jacket and he just gave it away like it was nothing.

“I have two already, here,” she grabbed his elbow, extending the arm with the cassette. She spotted the name scribbled across the paper, a frown finding its way onto her lips. She reached for it, letting it switch between her fingers before she looked up with a shy smile on her lips.

“Don’t you think ‘Good girls are bad girls’ is a long title, just make it ‘Good Girls”.”

Reggie smiled, nodding as he finally took the jacket and held it closer to his chest. He could smell soft lilac and something else he couldn’t quite name. The jacket had been with her for a weekend and was already imprinted with the scent, much like Reggie was with the girl.

“I like that!”

She nodded, waved to the other members of the band and easily was lost in the bust crowd of the school. Reggie was speechless, trying to find her in the crowd but she blended in so well.

That’s how she got away with it, because good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught.

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Can you do a Reggie x reader where the reader is Luke little sister and also in the band who been dating Reggie before they died behind her brother back . And now that they ghost Reggie out them which makes Luke and her fight . Then Luke doesn’t speak to her for awhile only to see how much the reader and reggie really love each other he apologizes then.

TITLE:  Secrets (JATP Reggie x reader)

(Reggie x reader, Luke x sister!reader)

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Prompt/summary:  Reader and Reggie were dating in 1995, what happens when her brother finds out in 2020?

Word Count: 1,295

Authors note: special thanks to my proofreaders, @dr-rigatoni 

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It had been two years of them dating in 1995 and Luke still hadn’t noticed. 

Even after 25 years of them being dead, he still hadn’t noticed. (Y/n) counted that as an accomplishment. Her boyfriend Reggie did not like sneaking around, hiding their relationship from her brother, but the girl insisted, knowing what the consequences might be if they were caught. 

“Why can’t we just tell him?”

“Reggie, I don’t want to come between you guys. You’re best friends; you’re my best friends. I don’t want to be the reason the band fights. We just need to be patient.”

After Julie got them back to the real world it was a hard adjustment. Apparently, 90’s fashion is considered cringey now. Luckily she could stay behind the scenes, helping write songs and edit videos. 

“For a 42-year-old girl you sure can edit videos really well,” Julie laughed.

“This is amazing! If I had had this back in high school I would’ve been the most popular kid in school.” 

“So,” Julie said flopping down on the bed, “what are you going to do about Reggie and Luke?”

(Y/) sighed, “I don’t know. I should tell him soon but there’s never a good time.”

“The longer you wait the angrier he’s going to be when he finds out.”

“I know,” (Y/n) put her head in her hands.

“You’ll figure it out, I know you can,” Julie said, ruffling (Y/n)’s hair as she walked away.

At least now when Reggie and (Y/n) snuck out it was easier yet harder at the same time. On one hand, they could teleport to anywhere they knew, on the other hand, so could Luke. They had to choose places he wouldn’t think to look and come up with game plans for if he accidentally showed up somewhere. 

“Reggie,” (Y/n) giggled, “We have to go soon, the bands probably waiting on us.”

Reggie smiled as he placed a few more kisses on the girl’s face before grabbing her hand and teleporting back outside of the garage.

“Where have you two been?” Alex said, bringing Luke and Julie’s attention to the late band members walking through the door.

“Uhhh-”

(Y/n) spoke for him, “We went down to the boulevard to hang up flyers for this weekend's show. Like Julie asked me to.”

Julie’s eyebrows furrowed before she saw the mock flyers in the girl’s hand and decided to let it go.

“You two went alone?” Luke asked suspiciously.

“Yeah…” (Y/n) said quietly. Panic quickly rose in her mind as she tried to find another way out of this, “I- didn’t want to go alone! So Reggie offered to help me.”

She nudged the boy’s elbow telling him it was his turn, “Yeah! I mean, I just didn’t want her to be alone and have something happen.”

Luke seemed to accept that answer, “Next time I can go with you (Y/n).”

(Y/n) smiled before giving Reggie’s arm a squeeze and sitting down on the couch to watch practice.

A few days later the couple found themselves in a rather troubling situation.

Band practice had been going as normal for the most part. (Y/n), Julie, and Luke had all been working tirelessly on this new song and everyone was very happy with it.

(Y/n) leaned over to continue on a new verse, her hair fell down in her face and Reggie pushed it back behind her ear without a second thought.

 The action didn’t go unnoticed by Luke.

“So,” he said, placing his guitar on the stand and leaning back in his chair, “When were you two gonna tell me?”

(Y/n) looked over at Reggie confused.

“What do you mean man?”

“I mean when were you going to tell me you had a thing for my little sister?”

Reggie's face went pale and (Y/n) started to blush.

Reggie finally spoke up, “Dude, why would you think that?”

“It all makes sense now, why you guys are always missing and come back together, why (Y/n) always saves a spot next to her for you at dinner, why you always look for her first in the crowd. I thought it was because you were best friends. Why would you go behind my back like this?”

Julie tried to step in, “Luke they-”

“Stop it,” he snapped, “I really don’t want to hear it.”

Luke stood up and disappeared from the room leaving a distraught (Y/n) and shocked Julie.

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Following that incident, Luke refused to talk to Reggie or (Y/n). Most days (Y/n) had to excuse herself from practice to go and hide her tears in the bathroom of the garage. Reggie always came to check on her after practice.

When Julie walked in on Reggie holding a sobbing (Y/n) she finally snapped back.

“What did you say to her?” she said as she stormed back into the garage.

Luke looked up confused, “Who?”

“(Y/n)! She’s outside sobbing and I want to know what the heck you said to my best friend.”

“I just said I didn’t want to talk to someone who keeps secrets.”

Julie rolled her eyes, “So you’re just going to ignore the fact that you go to your parents’ house without telling her?”

“That’s different,” he scoffed as he put his guitar back into its stand.

“How is it any different?” Julie threw her hands up, “Your sister is out there heartbroken because what she did to try and protect the band is blowing up in her face. She only hid it from you because she didn’t want it to affect how you see Reggie! Luke, if you don’t fix this now I’m not coming to the next performance.”

Luke gawked as Julie turned on her heel and walked out.

When Luke finally came to his senses he left the garage in search of his sister. He found her in the driveway, being held by Reggie as tears ran down her face.

“Hey,” he said, Reggie looked up with a frown on his face, “Can I talk to (Y/n) for a minute?”

(Y/n) wiped the tears away with the back of her hand and nodded at her concerned boyfriend. Reggie gave her a kiss on the forehead as he left.

“(Y/n)...”

She sniffled and held back more tears, “Luke if you don’t want me around just say it. I won’t show up to practices anymore and-”

“That’s not what I want you to do.”

“Then what?” she looked up at him and his heart broke.

 Standing in front of him was his little sister, the little sister he hurt by his own words. 

“(Y/n), I’m so sorry. I acted so stupid. I promise I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I just don’t want you to be hurt by anyone.”

(Y/n) wiped her tears away, “You think Reggie would hurt me?”

“No! No. I just… I don’t want to have to beat up any boy for hurting you. I guess... if anyone’s going to be a good choice for you it would be him. I promise I won’t bother you guys about it anymore,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders.

“Promise?”

Luke nodded and wiped away his sister’s tears with his thumb. (Y/n) pulled him into a tight hug.

“Band practice is canceled!” Julie yelled.

(Y/n) turned to Luke and smiled.

“Go, you guys can go,” Luke said.

(Y/n) stood on her toes to kiss her brother on the cheek. Reggie walked down the steps, catching his girlfriend as she jumped into his arms. Both of them giggling.

Julie walked up to Luke, “You did good.”

“I hope so,” Luke sighed, “Cause it’d be a shame if I had to punch my best friend.”

Julie laughed, “They’ll be fine.”

Luke and Julie smiled as they watched the two run off hand in hand.

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Not Impossible

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Reggie Peters x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.7k+

Summary: (Y/N) has been best friends with Julie since they were young. When Julie asks her to stay the night at her house, (Y/N) meets three ghosts - one of which she become extremely close with.

*****

I clutched my phone in my hand as I hastily messaged my mother that I was staying the night at Julie’s. She had phoned me earlier asking and I agreed - only forgetting to message my mother about it until now. I knew Julie would be in her garage so I immediately made my way there. My hunch was correct once I saw all of the lights on.

As I got closer to the garage, I heard Julie talking. I thought nothing of it, she was probably just on the phone. However, once I heard three other voices clear as day, I knew that she wasn’t alone in there.

“Hey, Julie. I’m here.” I call out before I open the door to the garage.

“Oh, hey (Y/N), come in.” Julie called back.

I opened the door to the garage and was greeted to the sight of Julie. And as I guessed, she wasn’t alone. There were three boys I had never seen before standing just behind her. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

“Julie, are you gonna introduce me to your friends?” I ask, looking between the three boys.

Julie’s eyes widened at my question as the boys all looked between each other with a surprised look on their faces.

“Wait, wait, wait, you can see us?” The blonde boy asked.

“Um, yeah,” I say obviously, while placing my bag down on the floor, “Julie, why are your friends being weird?”

I walked over to the couch and slumped down on it. I looked up when Julie didn’t answer my question and found everyone staring at me. I sat up straighter on the couch, beginning to feel uncomfortable with the staring.

“Okay, why are you acting weird now? And what’s with all the staring?” I ask, “You’re all freaking me out.” 

Julie and the boys all looked at each other for a second, communicating with just their eyes. I sat there tapping my fingers on my knees, feeling uncomfortable.

“Okay, (Y/N), promise me you won’t freak out.” Julie says after a moment of silence.

“Okay…” I say slowly.

“They’re ghosts.” Julie states.

I sat there in silence for a moment before I began to laugh quietly, “Yeah, good joke Julie. Ghosts aren’t real.”

“It’s true.” The boy in the leather jacket piped up.

I looked at him for a second, “Prove it then.”

The boy took one look at the others before they all disappeared out of sight. I look around confused before the boys stepped through the door back into the garage. 

“What- how did you do that?” I ask, feeling freaked out, yet curious at the same time.

Julie stepped next to me, “I told you, they’re ghosts.”

“I’m Luke, by the way.” The brunette boy spoke up.

“Alex.” The blonde boy said.

“I’m Reggie.” The boy in the leather jacket said with a smile.

“Well, I’m (Y/N).” I formally introduce myself.

It had been a couple of weeks since I had met the boys and it was safe to say that I had become close to all of them - but I had become very close to Reggie in particular. Every time I had any free time, I would spend it with Reggie. The two of us would just sit around a talk about anything and everything. I sometimes wished that he wasn’t a ghost so I could actually touch him. Julie had said that I could come into the garage even if she wasn’t there so I practically spent all of my free time there now.

Currently, I was sitting with Julie on her bed as we both studied for a test we had coming up. We sat in silence before Julie decided to break it.

“When are you gonna tell him?” Julie asked.

I looked up from my notebook, “Excuse me?”

“Reggie, when are you gonna tell him you like him?” 

“What? No, I don’t like Reggie. Well, I like him as a friend, but not romantically…” I trail off.

Julie folded her arms across her chest, “Come on (Y/N), you two spend almost all your time together. And when you’re not with him, you talk about him all the time. So when are you going to tell him?”

I sighed, “Never. Julie, there’s no point. Nothing would be possible between us, he’s a ghost and I can’t even touch him and all I want to do is hold him and never let go.”

I look down at my notebook and fiddle with the corner of the page. I wanted a relationship with Reggie, but I knew that it could never work.

Julie reached forward and took my hand into hers, “You should go and tell him how you feel, get all these thoughts off your chest.” 

“Julie, you know I can’t-”

I was cut off by Julie reaching forward and taking my notebook away from me.

“Hey, I need that!” I exclaim.

“I won’t give it back until you tell Reggie how you feel.” Julie insisted.

“But we have a test tomorrow,” I try to reach for it, but all she does is hold it further away from me. I stop trying to reach for it and sigh, “Fine, I’ll tell him.”

“He should be in the garage.” 

I got up off the bed and walked out of the room, not before sending a glare back Julie’s way. I fiddled with the hem of my shirt as I walked down to the garage. I had no clue what I would say to Reggie, I was tempted to just walk home and not come back. I knew a relationship would never work out between us, it wasn’t possible. 

Before I knew it, I found myself pushing open the doors to the garage. My heart was practically beating out of my chest and my palms were sweating. 

“Reggie?” I call out. 

“(Y/N)!” Reggie called back with a wide smile on his face, “I thought you were studying?”

I discreetly wiped  my palms on my jeans before answering, “Um, I was but I left my…” I looked around the room and saw my jacket draped over one of the chairs, “jacket in here.”

“Oh, okay.” Reggie said, looking a bit disappointed. 

Reggie picked up my jacket before walking over and handing it to me. As he handed me the jacket, all I wanted was to take his hand in mine. But I didn’t, all I would gain from it would be disappointment.

“Thanks,” I say before looking up to meet his eyes. I never expected to fall for a ghost, but here we are, “Um, Reggie, there’s something I need to tell you.” 

“What?” He asked, suddenly looking nervous.

“I don’t know how to say this,” I mumble to myself before looking up at him, “I like you. As in, like, like you.”

“(Y/N)-” Reggie tried to speak before I cut him off.

“All I wanna do is talk to you and all I want more than anything is to hold your hand and hug you but I know that isn’t possible,” I look for some kind of reaction from Reggie but I don’t see anything. I cough awkwardly, “I’ll just go.”

I turn my back on Reggie with my jacket clenched tightly in my hands. I cursed myself and Julie for how stupid of an idea this was. All I wanted now was to go home and curl up in my bed, maybe with some ice cream. I was spiraling through my thoughts that I hadn’t noticed Reggie trying to get my attention. Until he did one thing that got it.

I felt a hand wrap around my forearm keeping me from going anywhere. I didn’t think anything of it at first until I realised who’s hand it was. I looked down at it before slowly turning around to find Reggie looking at my arm confused. 

“How- how are you doing that?” I ask.

“I- I don’t know.” Reggie answered.

He took his hand away from my arm and I missed the feeling of it. He stepped back looking confused. Even though I was fumbling over my words only minutes ago, I suddenly gained some confidence. I stepped closer to Reggie so there was only the smallest gap between our bodies. He watched me intently, a look in his eyes I couldn’t describe.

I slowly brought my hands up near his face, my fingertips brushing his cheeks before I placed my hands fully on them. A smile appeared over my features. Reggie looked down at me with fascination and the look I couldn’t describe before a smile appeared on his face as well. 

He brought his hand up and held my face just as I was holding his before pulling me towards him and holding me tightly in his arms. My arms wrapped around his neck as I buried my head into his neck. 

“How is this possible?” I mumble.

“I have no idea,” Reggie replied as the two began to sway on their feet, “But I’m glad it is.”

“Me too,” I responded before pulling away from the hug so I could look at him in the eyes, “And about what I said earlier, just pretend I didn’t say it.”

Reggie furrowed his eyebrows, “Why would I do that? I was trying to tell you when you were leaving that I wanted that as well.”

“You do?” I ask, suddenly feeling elated.

“Of course I do, I’ve been dropping hints for the past couple of weeks,” Reggie said, “I just thought you didn’t feel the same so I stopped.”

“Of course I feel the same Reg,” I say, “I mean why wouldn’t I? You’re funny, sweet, handsome-”

“You think I’m handsome?” Reggie smirked.

I blushed, “Whatever.”

“You’re blushing now.” Reggie teased.

“No I’m not! I’m just-” I was cut off.

Reggie’s lips were on mine. My eyes widened in shock before I closed them, enjoying the feeling. I pressed myself closer to him and ran my hands through his hair. All of my thoughts went out of my head and my mind only focused on Reggie. The boy I had fallen for.

I pulled away and rested my forehead against him, a wide smile on my face. I opened my eyes and was met with his.

“You’re still blushing.” Reggie mumbled.

“Shut up.” I said and pulled him in for another kiss.

[almostnugget]

describe your ideal love interest for reggie like who his romantic soulmate 👀

now, this is not to say another type of person couldn’t work for reggie, these are just some traits that i believe his s/o (significant other) should hAve or should be able to wOrk on.

Reggie’s Ideal S/O

supportive

ideally, your s/o should always be supportive but this definitely feels like an important trait for reggie’s s/o

their support would mean the absolute world to him, especially in the case of him writing his country songs ‘cause they’re definitely not the band’s normal sound but it’s important to him

i just think he needs the occasional reassurance and i just think a s/o who supports him in his music and things would mean the world to reggie

understanding/patient

i say this in the case of: not quick to get mad or not argumentative

reggie can be a little absentminded sometimes and he misses social cues sometimes. i know some could find this a little annoying, his s/o would have to be someone that doesn’t get annoyed over it and they take the time to explain or just laugh it off with him

i also say not argumentative bc reggie came from a home where his parents fought a lot. his s/o shouldn’t be the type prone to argue and fight bc reggie just does NOT need to be around that, y’know?

bonus points if they’re not rly the type to raise their voice bc i feel like reggie’s the type that yelling can just rly upset him

reggie’s love language is most definitely quality time

while his s/o doesn’t have to share that love language, they should be someone who enjoys spending time with him

even if reggie and his s/o aren’t necessarily doing anything important or talking a lot, he enjoys being around them. his s/o would have to be someone who can exhibit this some energy, at least to some degree

also? this boy would unabashedly shower you in love, undoubtedly, so his s/o would have to be someone who can handle that or at least not just brush him off or get annoyed, y’know?

most importantly tho? his s/o would just have to be someone that, at the end of the day, rly genuinely loves him

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The Fight

Reggie x ghost!reader

Summary: You hear the band fighting and so you help Reggie through it.

Requested?: Nope

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

A/n: This is my first Julie and the Phantoms fic, I hope y'all like it!!

You heard the voices before you had even arrived at the garage. You immediately recognized the shouting as Julie, Alex, and Luke fighting. However, it was the voice that you didn’t hear that caused you to worry.

You had been friends with Reggie since the nineties, you had even died together. That was how close you were, though, death hadn’t exactly been your choice. Being that close meant you knew him and his past well.

Back in the nineties when his parents fought you had always done your best to help him escape the raised voices, angry door slams, and side choosing. You had also done your best to mediate arguments in the band so they couldn’t escalate. Unfortunately what you were hearing was an escalated band fight and you knew you had to get Reggie out of there.

You quietly poofed in, grabbed Reggie and poofed out. The rest of the band didn’t seem to notice, which irritated you. You would have to talk with them when you got back. It wasn’t like them to ignore other’s feelings, but you were glad you were able to notice Reggie in time.

When you poofed back into existence, you were at the beach. It was the exact same spot you had met and fallen for Reggie at.

You continued holding Reggie’s hand and led him down to a spot right before water. You didn’t say anything, waiting for the soothing movement of the waves to calm him.

It was only a few minutes before he spoke, “Thank you.”

“Of course. I’m sorry they got upset.”

“It’s fine, they were just arguing about something silly and it escalated. I-it just reminded me of my parents.”

You wrapped your arm around Reggie, pulling him into a hug. “It’s going to be okay. They’ll work things out and when we get back everything will be okay.”

The two of you sat there for a while in silence watching the pushing and pulling of the tide. Suddenly you got an idea. “Why don’t we go to the dog park and play with some dogs?”

“Really?” Reggie asked, looking like his normal, excited self.

You smiled at seeing him so happy. Instead of answering you poofed the two of you into the large gated park. There were tons of big dogs running around and if you looked to your left there was another enclosure for small dogs.

Reggie looked at you, a big goofy smile on his face. “This is awesome. I’m so grateful I could kiss you!” He said, immediately blushing afterwards.

“I mean, this is a really nice first date,” you said, leaning over and giving him a peck on the cheek. He turned his face so that you were actually kissing.

After you pulled away, the both of you were now wearing big goofy smiles. A dog came up to sniff you and you bent down to pet it. You focused on making your hand solid and stroked the fluffy Irish setter.

Reggie bent down next to you and began petting the dog. Another dog, this time a boxer, came up to you and you used your other hand to begin petting it.

Soon more dogs were coming over to you. A bernedoodle came up to Reggie with a rope toy and dropped it. It was interesting how the dogs seemed to have a sixth sense for you. Reggie looked around and when he saw that there was no one looking he threw the toy.

Most of the dogs ran after it, but the goldendoodle stayed as Reggie rubbed her tummy. You checked her tag and saw her name was Moose.

“Hi Moose!” You cooed, rubbing her ears.

“Aren’t you just a precious little thing?” Reggie asked.

An all black border collie came up to you and you read her tag: Morticia. You smiled as you remembered watching the old black and white Addams Family.

“Remember watching the reruns?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he smiled. The two of you had enjoyed the newer Addams Family shows and then gone back to watch the old ones.

“Well, she’s such a pretty puppy,” you cooed to Morticia.

“She’s almost as beautiful as you,” Reggie flirted. You felt your face heat up.

For the rest of the date you spent a large majority of your time hanging with the big dogs, but during the end you went to play with some of the more hyper little dogs. There was one little corgi there who loved to get his ears scratched.

After the two of you decided to leave, you checked your watch and saw that the two of you had been having fun together for the last three hours.

You were a little nervous about bringing Reggie home though. You hoped that everything had settled down.

“That was a fun date,” Reggie said as you walked along the beach. He was gently swinging your hand and the both of you had bright smiles adorning your faces.

“It was a lot of fun.” The two of you continued to chat and you were really enjoying yourself, except for the fact that you were worried. You were nervous that the band hadn’t made up. You knew they really loved and cared for each other, but their fight seemed really bad.

Reggie, being the emotionally intelligent ghost that he was, seemed to pick up on your worry. “What’s wrong?” He asked after you had lapsed into silence.

“I’m just worried about the band. They seemed pretty upset.”

“Well, if they’re still upset then we can just continue the date,” Reggie suggested and you smiled.

“Good plan.”

“We can always continue the date no matter what...”

“Alright,” you gave him a quick kiss before proofing the two of you back to the garage.

You once again heard voices, but they weren’t arguing. This time the voices were laughing. Everything came to a halt when you and Reggie walked in.

“Hey,” Julie said, seeming embarrassed.

“Hey,” Reggie responded, his smile faltered a bit, but when you gently squeezed his hand he perked up.

“We’re really sorry we got so upset,” Luke apologized.

“Yeah, it was stupid of us to not realize that our argument was upsetting you,” Alex added.

“It’s fine,” Reggie said, brushing it off.

“No, it’s not. We should know better to not fight,” Luke said. You let go of Reggie’s hand so he could go and hug the band.

After they made up, he came back over to you and grabbed your hand. “I see something came out of this,” Alex teased, pointing a drumstick at your intertwined hands.

“Yep.” You smiled. “And now we’re about to go on our second date.”

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