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vgilantee · 3 years ago

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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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aliasimagines · 4 years ago

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One Hell of a Night // Luke Patterson

a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN Y'ALL, it officially passed midnight here.Are you guys going to celebrate Halloween at home? And if so are you going to dress up? Tell me all about it lovelies, I wanna hear it ❤️. prompt 18 nad 15 from this list🎃 this fic is chaotic, hope you enjoy😊

word count: 2692

warnings: a few (three i think?) curse words, and a..uhm a line of dirty talking (I'm sorry I'm not like this all the time I promise 😅) and scary stories

The dry, colorful autumn leaves creaked under hiking boots as you walked into the woods. A smile appeared on your face as you heard some noises. Only a few seconds later you spotted the source. The Sunset Curve. The boys worked on getting the campfire lit while joking and laughing loudly. You stopped by a tree and leaned against it. Alex just hit Reggie on the back for just sitting around and not helping with putting logs and dry leaves on the fireplace. Thanks to Alex, Reggie swallowed the huge marshmello he had in his mouth and started coughing.

Bobby was trying to light his lighter again and again but it just didn't work. That's when Luke threw a pack of matches at him causing the rhythm guitarist to stumble back and fall into a pile of leaves. You started laughing quietly and walked up to them.

"That wasn't nice of you, babe." you said from behind Luke. He jumped, not noticing you creeping up on him.

"BAH! I almost got a heart attack, y/n!" he shouts pouting. You giggled and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

"That's what you get for not waiting for me." you smirk. Luke looks down embarrassed and goes to scrape the back of his head.

"Yeah…Sorry about that. I was too eager to set up the camp." he gestured at the two tents. Both were full of blankets and pillows. It looked super comfortable. You also spotted his acoustic guitar, and a whole bunch of food in you guys' tent.

"You did a great job."you smiled before walking over to the other boys." Hi guys! What's up?"

"Y/N! Finally! Tell Alex to stop hitting me!" yelled Reggie. You shook your head laughing.

“Stop being so childish than Reginald!”

“Boys, come on!! It is halloween, have some fun!” and with that you fished out a huge bag of candy from your backpack and threw it into Reggie’s hands. He looked up at you like you were some kind of miracle maker.

“Is this..is this all candy?” the dark haired boy asked, still in awe. You laughed, nodding your head slightly.

“Yeah. I don’t really want to think about how much money I spent on sweets.”

Soon after everyone got to work (this time for real) and the fire was lit in no time. Just as it started to get darker. All five of you sat around the campfire. You sat next to Luke, opposed to Reggie and Alex. Bobby sat beside them in a camping chair. Thanks to the warm californian weather you didn’t need jackets just yet, despite being the end of october.

"It's getting dark. I think we could get started on the ghost stories?" asked Bobby looking up at the sky then around the little clearing in the woods where your tents were set up. Reggie munched on some candy corns but immediately stopped upon hearing those words.

"Ghost stories? Don't mind if I do." he sat his candies aside and prepared to tell a story that would send shivers down your spines. You leaned over to Luke, placing your head on his shoulder. He looked down at you with a smile before turning his attention back to the bassist.

"One day, a little boy, while walking around the woods, found a big toe on the ground. He ran home with it and-"

"-his mom cooked it in the soup which revolted in the toe's owner haunting them." you suddenly cut Reggie off. He gasps, offended.

"What? I knew the story. Was I supposed to just sit around?" you ask, earning a soft laugh from Luke. Reggie huffed and gestured at you.

"Alright then, take it away y/n. See if you can do better."

"Not to be that person but she definitely can. You only said like two sentences." Alex jumped in, not wanting to miss an opportunity to roast his friend.

"Because she cut me off!!"

The woods, once again erupted with the boys' laughter as you stared into the fire, waiting for them to quiet down so you can start your story.

"I was only a small kid when this happened, around five,maybe six, but I still remember it like it was yesterday. My mother was out of town for the weekend because of her work, so naturally, it was my father who read me a bedtime story in the evening. Everything was great, he was reading from my favorite book but right before he could finish the chapter we heard a quiet tapping noise from downstairs. My father looked puzzled and put his finger against his lips, signaling me to stay quiet so he could listen. The tapping didn't stop, it got louder before turning into banging and a final loud crash which sounded like the front door flying open. I looked at my father, scared to death, not knowing what to do." you kept your voice low, your face straight and never removed your eyes from the fire."He grabbed me and quickly ran with me to the small bathroom that was connected to my room. He instructed me to lock my door and only open it when he says so. I don't know what happened after that, but heard my father going down and some muffled noises before hearing him climb back up the stairs. I remember his voice. It was just so nice and comforting. He said it was a false alarm and I could come out. I reached for the doorknob but then he leaned down and looked inside through the keyhole. My little hands stopped midair. I kept staring at his eyes. He repeated that it was safe to come out and that everything was fine. But I did not believe him. Because that wasn't my father. He sounded exactly like him, but his eyes… They were a different color. Not my father's welcoming eye color. So I just stood there. For minutes. Maybe hours. He wouldn't stop talking, reassuring me but I still didn't unlock the door."

Reggie leaned forward with a worried and scared expression.

"What happened next?"

You lifted your gaze, slowly to look at the spooked boy.

"He started tapping. It sounded just like it did on the front door. And it wasn't long before he started banging his hand against the wood."

"Oh my god.." Reggie whispers.

"He is hitting harder and harder until finally the door breaks and flies open. And the creature, no longer looking or sounding like my father, rather like a tall bloodied figure with sharp teeth, jumps at me, opening his huge mouth and SWALLOWS ME WHOLE." you shout the last part causing Reggie to scream and the others to jump just a little.

"Fuuckk, i think I peed myself!" exclaims Reggie. You only laugh, seeing all the boys being a bit paler.

"So who's next?"

"I'll go." Luke said beside you and you shifted away from him, knowing that he will need the space to gesture along his story. You watched as he started to speak. His expression changes with every sentence as he introduces his characters. His frown as he talks about a creepy night in the woods. Your eyes wander down to his lips, too busy just staring at them to actually listen to the words that make them move. You distantly hear various curse words from the guys as your boyfriend goes deeper into detail with his horrifying story. With eyes still glued to Luke, you smile slightly.

"../n...y/n...Y/N!" you hear making you jump and almost falling backwards on the log you have been sitting on. You see all the guys staring at you.

"How are you not scared? Did you not hear Luke's story?" Reggie asks, earning a knowing laugh from Alex.

"No, she did not. She was too busy staring at his lips." as your friend's words hit your ears you feel your face heating up.

"Dude..,alright I might have zoomed out. A bit but I am here now. Where were you, babe?"

Luke looks at you, amused.

"I finished like 3 minutes ago. You 'zoomed out' for legit 20 minutes."

Looking up at the sky, you realized they were right because it got pitch black since you last looked up. Your lips curved into an 'o' shape before mumbling a sorry..

“We should put more wood on the fire. It's starting to weaken.” says Reggie. Bobby points into the dark woods.

“Suit yourself, man.”

“What? I am not going alone. Someone come with me.” he whines. Alex visibly changes his posture and sits into a more comfortable position.Luke puts his muscular arm around your shoulder grinning.

“You’re on your own, man.”

“No! Please??”

You bite back a laugh and carefully remove Luke’s arm from you.

“Alright, I’ll go with you.”

“Thank you!You are amazing!”

You grab the basket ,that’s been laying on the ground, for the twigs. You also reach into your bag for your flashlight.

“Ok, I’m ready to go.” you step towards Reggie but Luke grabs your hand and places a small kiss on it.

“Be careful, love.”

“Always.”

The two of you start walking towards the woods.

“Try not to pee yourselfs guys!” Alex calls after you in a sing-song voice.

“Ha ha, very funny Alex.”

To be honest you were a little spooked but didn’t show it.Not like Reggie who was literally shaking beside you and jumped up at every little noise he heard as you got further into the woods. You picked up a few sticks and bigger twigs, slowly filling the basket with them. Or rather, you tried but when Reggie stoped right in front of you you accidentally dropped it spilling the stuff everywhere.

“Dude! I am trying to help you here!”

“Shhhhh! Didn’t you hear that?” he whispers, voice panicked.

“Come on, Reg. This isn’t going to work on me.”

He turns to look at you.

“No, y/n! I am serious! I heard a whisper! I’m sure of it!”

You roll your eyes, not believing your friend.

“You gotta be more convincing next time. I dont scare that easily..AH” just as you assured Reginald how it takes more for you to get spooked, someone, or something grabbed you from behind and started to pull you while shouting ‘WAA’. The flashlight landed on the ground too as you let out a bloodcurdling scream. You kicked your attacker(s?) wherever you could.

“Ahh! WHoo, stop, it’s just us.” you suddenly hear your boyfriend's voice and feel the arms around you letting go. You turned around your fear vanishing and turning into anger.

Reggie behind you falls on the ground,clutching his chest while he tries not to cry.

“ARE YOU GUYS INSANE?!” you shout at Luke and Booby. Alex is nowhere to be seen, he probably stayed next the fire to keep an eye on your stuff. Luke's eyes immediately widen upon hearing you raise your voice.

“I..I am sorry we thought-”

“What?! Lucas Patterson I am, so, so mad at you right now” you say shaking. You hear Bobby giggle quietly. You snap your head in his direction. “And don't even get me started on you Bobby...Bobby..uhm” you stop to think about his surname, only to realise you don’t know it. For a moment you let go of your anger. “What is your surname?”

He only scoffs and smiles. Alex must have heard the shouting and come to investigate with a flashlight in one hand and a drumstick (as a weapon?) in his other.He soon puts them down tho as he sees that you are all in one piece. Luke looks at Bobby with a puzzled expression.

“That is actually creepy, cause I don’t know it either.”

“What?! How? He has been in a band for, what? A year and a half? And you never actually asked his last name?” you ask, more interested in the mystery of Bobby’s name than shouting at them now. Luke shrugs.

“Do you even have a last name?” you hear Reggie asking from the ground. You all turn to him with questioning looks.

“Everyone has a last name Reginald.” says Alex.

“Not celtic gods, no.” he responds.

“What?” Luke exclaims clearny not understanding the bassist.

“Bobby is not a god.” says the drummer annoyed. “ He is a normal teenager like us.”

“Is he tho?”

Meanwhile Bobby leans back against a tree and stares at Reggie.

“You are creeping me out...Please stop creeping me out oh majestic god of...what are you the god of?”

Booby just smiles mysteriously.

“Oh for f…’s sake.Y/N back me up here, there are no gods and even if there were, Bobby is not one of them.”

“Thanks Alex but I am not offending a celtic god.”

“What is wrong with you guys?!”

Luke doesn’t know who to look at in this chaos. Soon he decides to pick up the twigs and collect more while you, Reggie and Alex argue whether Bobby is a god or not. Bobby bends down too, to help the lead singer.

“You do know my name is actually Wilson, right?”

“Yeah. Of course I do, I think Reggie does too, he just forgot.” the two boys laugh.

You all walk back to the camp and Booby, upon seeing Reggie still looking at him suspiciously walks over to him.

“I am not an ancient god, you know.”

“That is exactly what I would say too.”

Not hearing Reggie’s nonsense reminds you of what Luke did so when you feel him wrapping his arms around you, you push him away.

“I sorry, bae. I was an asshole. I shouldn’t have. Please look at me?” he stands before you so there is no way you can avoid him.

“Don’t do this again.” you said with a firm tone. You can't help but smile, seeing Luke’s shit eating grin. He opens his arms once again but waits for you to hug him first. You do, and for minutes you just stand there in his embrace. The silence was broken by the familiar sound of the acoustic guitar which was followed by Reggie’s voice as he started to play some country song.

“Dude, no, put down my guitar.”Luke ran off to get his instrument or to, at least convince him to play ‘normal’ music. You laugh and walk over to Alex and Bobby.

“Hey, y/n, I am sorry about scaring you.”

You wave your hand.

“It’s fine. However don’t be surprised when I get back at you.” you say before sitting down next to Reggie and giving him a hug because let’s be honest he was pretty traumatised in the woods too.

“Woo,hey! Why does he get a hug?” Luke asks, upset he couldn’t change Reggies mind about playing country songs. And from the fact that his girlfriend was hugging him.

“Maybe because you decided that it was a funny idea to scare the living shit out of him and I.”

“Stop guilt tripping me.” he pulls you up and away from the fire, closer to the tents. ”I said I am sorry. And you are right, I shouldn’t have scared you. Besides…” he leaned closer to your ear “I know more fun ways to make you scream.”

You gasp upon hearing his words and right when you are about to react Alex walks by casually.

“No, no. With the tents it’s like we are sleeping next to each other. If you guys try anything I will murder you myself.”

Both of you look after him, blushing before breaking into laughter.

Luke’s watch showed 3:58 when you all agreed to call it a night.You put out the fire with the help of Bobby while Luke went to pack away the trash you all left out.

Reggie yawned and looked up at Alex.

“I am still pretty scared...Can I cuddle you Alex?”

He looks at him like he heard it wrong.

“Absolutely not.”

“What about you Bobby?”

“No way, Reg.”

Despite them saying this, all three of them woke up hugging each other in the morning.

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creativeashproductions · 4 years ago

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Banjo Riff // Platonic!Reggie Peters

IN WHICH: Luke rejects Reggie’s ideas for country music one too many times leading to the friendship fracturing and putting the bands future in question. Luke, with the help of his girlfriend the reader and his friends scramble to make it up to the bassist.

Warnings: Swearing, hurt!Reggie, Luke being an ass, fighting, angst, and fluff

Words: 3.2k

A/N: This idea has been sitting in my notes for MONTHS now. Song referenced is Lay Here With Me by Maddie & Tae (featuring Dierks Bentley)

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If there was one thing Sunset Curve, then later Julie and the Phantoms would rely on, it was the battle between Luke and Reggie. Since the conception of a band between the friends, Reggie had always wanted to play a country song. He had learned how to play the banjo in preparation, but Luke rejected both the idea and songs as always.

"You said our sound was vintage '80s and '90s rock music Luke. The band evolved into a pop-rock sound-"

"Because our band changed from Sunset Curve to Julie and the Phantoms. I love you, man, but there's no way we're going country." Luke finally snapped with a heated glare on his face. Luke didn't mean to snap so severely, but it happened.

Luke watched as Reggie's face completely dropped into the kicked puppy expression that tore everyone apart. Instead of making light of the conversation, Reggie mutely nodded in response before turning to grab his bass for the band practice. Luke's stomach dropped at the rather odd behaviour, but Luke blamed his response on his current writers' block.

"Let's start with Flying Solo." Luke proclaimed, hoping Reggie's favourite song would cheer him up. Alex's curious gaze bounced between the two other males in the band just as Julie wandered into the garage.

Before Julie could even question the tension, Reggie had started the beat on the pad stationed on the keyboard. The young female immediately jumped into the first rehearsal song with ease. Every attempt Julie was about to question Reggie's uncharacteristic quiet, the bassist started a different song.

"What's his problem?" Julie questioned as Reggie packed up his stuff and practically sprinted out of the studio. He'd rejected the offer of a pizza movie night.

"Luke here decided to be an asshole again." Alex's tone of voice was sugary sweet in comparison to the glare he sent his guitarist.

Luke flinched at the furious expression on his bandmate's face. It wasn't a secret Julie and Reggie gravitated to each other in sibling bond. The two had been friends since infancy through their parents; Julie was there when the Peters started fighting. Reggie was there when Julie's mom passed away.

"Don't kill me!" Luke pleaded, scrambling around the piano from the intimidating Puerto Rican who had a solid punch. Julie's anger faltered at the guilt on the boy's face, "I was frustrated, and I shouldn't have taken it out on him!"

"What did Reggie do to deserve it?" Julie asked from the other side of the piano, acting as a barrier between the teenagers.

"He asked about the band doing a country song," Luke admitted with a grimace. His hazel eyes dimmed once more.

"What is your issue with country music? Your girlfriend is literally a country singer Luke!" Alex cried, stepping in between the two feuding bandmates.

Rock n' Roll Luke Patterson had been dating a well-known country singer for close to two years now. Luke had always been adamant that country wasn't all it was cracked up to be, but if you looked in the false bottom of the console in his car, you'd see a different story. Beneath the Eagles, Nirvana, AC/DC, and Gun N' Roses CDs, you'd find countless CDs of his girlfriend. He even had a playlist with a name that concealed the music in it.

Luke was a secret country fan, but he'd take that to his grave before he let anyone other than you know that.

"I don't have an issue! I don't think our band would benefit from branching into that music genre!" Luke argued with his bare arms crossing over his chest. Both Julie and Alex were about to respond when the studio gained another inhabitant.

"Would anyone like to explain why Reggie stormed into my house holding his songbook? He literally dropped it in my garage and tried to light it on fire?" You asked from the double doors with said book in your hand.

All three out of four members of Julie and the Phantoms recognized the book with a country landscape. The sight caused all their stomachs to drop at the obvious symbol of Reggie's hurt feelings.

"Funny story-"

"Luke Patterson...did you hurt his feelings about his love of country?" You asked through clenched teeth. Your response was Luke wincing at the anger blistering in your tone, "Did you ever think that country music is his comfort music? Fix this, Luke. Reggie, of all people, doesn't deserve your frustration."

You turned on your heel with Julie following in the attempt to find the forlorn bassist, most likely being hard on himself. You checked the beach house Reggie's dad had gotten in the divorce to no success. The school auditorium was empty, and so was the stable where Reggie worked part-time for the horses. You had returned back to Julie's house to sit on the porch to brainstorm.

"Isn't this the week he's with his mom?" Julie questioned with a furrowed brow. You could only shrug as Julie pulled up the calendar she shared with Flynn.

Reggie's parents had somewhat amicably divorced two years ago after attempts of reconciliation through therapy. Reggie had sat down with them to tell them how he felt with them fighting, if you recalled. They decided to do a trial separation for a few months and, in the end, had mutually agreed to divorce.

"I think Mr. Peters is taking care of his mother in a different state. She broke her hip, and now she's being moved into a retirement home." You offered the girl the encapsulated sunshine in just her smile.

"I suppose we'll try the Carter-Peters home." Julie breathed, bouncing on her feet to your car parked in front of her house. Julie's fingers tapped the screen in a chat thread she hadn't touched for months.

Your keen eyes easily read Carrie Wilson's name at the top of the thread that had been dormant since the end of their friendship. Apparently, Julie received little help in the frustrated sigh she released and the increasingly violent tapping of her screen.

"As usual, Carrie is no help," Julie announced with disgust in her voice. She squeezed the hand you placed on her knee before your hand returned to the wheel.

"One day, you'll have to tell me what happened between the two of you."

"Old news. Happened just before you moved back from Nashville." Julie once more avoided talking about the issues.

It was the same response every time you questioned the friendship that had fractured in the few years you'd been in Nashville. Before you left, Carrie and Julie had been attached at the hip, and when you came back, they were at each other's throats. Well, mostly Carrie was because Julie had too big of a heart to stand up to her former friend.

"Well, the beat-up van is still there." Julie caught the van, more of an eyesore, to be honest, sitting in the three-car driveway. The van was shared between Reggie and Flynn as a joint gift from their parents when Reggie's mom moved in with Flynn and her father.

"We both know Reggie-"

"Would walk to work through his problems. The number of times I've found in walking downtown…" Julie trailed with a shake of her half up half down hairstyle she left uncovered by a hat. Another symbol of her finding herself outside the grief that had concealed her.

"Oh, thank god." Flynn moaned from the front porch with her headphones resting on her shoulders instead of her ears, "He's been playing his old bass that makes that odd high pitch squeak noise. I couldn't take it. Get him out!"

You opened and closed your mouth with the inability to find the words, but Flynn knew already, "Doors unlocked. He's in his room."

"Thanks." You informed the fashionable teenager before brushing passed into the house. Not much had changed since Reggie had moved part-time into the house; his parents shared custody.

Flynn was right; the sound of that screech was like a bread trail to the last bedroom in the hallway to the left. The door opened a smidge to reveal Reggie sitting in the dim room with just his bedside lamp on. He was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Hey, Reggie." You breathed from leaning against the door jam, "I'm not sure what Luke said but don't give up on writing. Your songs mean something, Reginald."

"Then why doesn't Luke even read my lyrics? He barely read the title of my last one before tossing it aside!" Reggie whined before taking on a caricature of Luke's voice, "'Home is Where my Horse Is'? Reggie, stop putting your songs in my book!"

You couldn't help the snort at his interpretation of Luke, "That's a...uh...an accurate voice?"

Reggie didn't even crack a smile.

"Okay, maybe don't push Luke's buttons but imagine turning this hurt into songs!"

"Okay. Can I be left alone?"

"Sure." You sighed, turning to leave the room again, "But first. Don't get rid of this Reg. You have good songs."

You left Reggie's songbook on the dresser by his door on your way through the Carter-Peters household. Flynn sighed in relief when Reggie didn't continue using his old bass and even waved as you and Julie pulled away from the curb.

Reggie's eyes had stayed on the songbook you left on his second-hand dresser as if it would get up and bite him. All he could see was Luke rolling his eyes when Reggie had opened the book to show him a new song he'd written. Reggie was tired of only being known for playing bass.

"I brought you some leftover pizza." Reggie wasn't aware he'd been staring at the songbook for hours by then. He was only aware of Luke when he offered a peace offering in the form of Reggie's favourite food.

"I-"

"I'll go grab a soda from the fridge." Luke retreated just as quick as he had entered the bedroom. Seeing Luke was like rubbing salt in the open wound, and once more, Reggie's emotions flared.

Reggie was already at the fire pit in the backyard when Luke had argued with Flynn overtaking one of her sodas. The soda that had dropped on the back porch as Luke saw Reggie's fingers about to drop the songbook in the crackling fire.

"Reggie!" Luke shouted, ignoring the cold spray of soda on his bare arms. The hazel-eyed guitarist shoved Reggie away from the fire.

"What the hell, dude?" Reggie groaned, rolling onto his stomach to push himself to his sit on his knees. His blue eyes seeing Luke stomping the ignited corner of the songbook that had caused them issues.

"What the hell were you doing, Reggie?" Luke demanded with the songbook held tight in his grip. The glare on the messy-haired teenager directly pinned on his best friend, "Why would you try to destroy the book?"

"What's the point of having something our band won't branch into?" Reggie shrugged, moving to sit with his knees pulled to chest, "I've tried to keep the peace but Luke. I'm starting to understand why Bobby left the band."

Luke's heart clenched at the honesty Reggie was revealing, "What do you mean?"

"Screw the blood pact." Reggie grumbled, recalling the oath Alex, Bobby, and he had done to keep the truth from Luke, "Bobby didn't leave because he got an early acceptance into Juilliard."

Luke's eyebrows furrowed together, "What?"

"Luke...you tend to get possessive over the music we make. You brushed off Bobby's opinions, and we all didn't want to hurt your feelings. You've had a shitty time with your parents, but like Bobby, I feel like you don't appreciate our talents."

"What? Dude, you're killer on the bass! Alex's insane on the drums!"

"We know that. Maybe Bobby should have told you the truth on why he was leaving. I don't think you noticed but

"Luke. The songs we perform are all written by you. It was fine, but then when Julie joined, all of a sudden, you were okay with someone else writing with you. But you've never even looked at the songs I've written."

Luke silently listened as Reggie rambled on about how he, along with Bobby, felt underappreciated by the guitarist.

"And now you've been bit by the writers' block bug, but I think the band should take a break. Get our heads back on straight. Before we destroy the band, destroy our friendships." Reggie told his best friend with tears rolling down his face, "Just a week or two."

Luke's mouth hung open as Reggie circled around him to enter the household, but the telltale sound of the lock engaging broke the teenager. But Luke wasn't one to give up, so he created a group chat with Alex, Julie, Flynn and you. A single text that had all of them meeting at the studio.

"He quit the band?" Alex demanded, taking the songbook from Luke's hand, "What the hell?"

"One second he's in his room, and the next he's about to burn that! I may not like-"

"Luke, have you even read a single song he wrote?" You asked your boyfriend with your arms resting down on your knees. The boy in question half-heartedly shrugged with his eyes on his battered shoes.

"How are we gonna fix this?" Julie asked with a frown marring her pretty face usually lit up with sunshine. Her question was left to waft in the forlorn atmosphere in her family's studio.

"Give me that." You demanded towards the band's drummer with determination lit up in your eyes. Alex hesitantly handed over the songbook to your grabby hands.

The other individuals in the room watched as you settled into a chair with a stray acoustic guitar you'd left. Your eyes focused on the notes Reggie had placed around one of the unfinished songs. The soft melody was played a few times before you noticed Alex creating a beat with his drums.

"If I just tweak the song to make this piece the verse instead of a chorus." You mumbled under your breath with a pen scratching the paper. In a different colour, you jotted down the lyrics of a song you'd been working on previously. It was a song you'd struggled with the ending.

Alex huddled around you to add his own notes for the drums, "Definitely a song with a soft backing beat."

"Perfect. I just joined what he has with a song I'd given up a while back. The two songs are the last two pieces of a puzzle." You informed the drummer. Both of you unaware as Julie, Luke, and Flynn watched your brainstorming.

Luke felt out of sorts not being included in writing a song, but he thought it was suitable to not work on it. It gave Luke insight into how Reggie felt not being included in songwriting.

"I have an idea." Luke interjected with a grin, "Reggie's always wanted to see a real ranch. Do you think your uncle would be okay with us staying at the ranch?"

Your eyes flitted up to the mischievous hazel of your boyfriend's scheming gaze, "My uncle adores having people on the ranch. He'd enjoy teaching Reggie the ways of ranch life out of a city."

"How are you gonna get Reggie out to Nashville without it being band business?" Flynn questioned from her position on the couch, "He did just ask for a break from the band."

"Uh...I could pretend to enter a music competition." You offered hesitantly as you'd never actually performed on a stage for the group. You'd kept your personal life separate from your successful career as a country musician.

So you conspired with your friends to make amends with the bassist.

One Month Later, Nashville

The beat-up van pulled into a parking spot in front of a building. The band had seen the building in pictures on your Instagram. Alex, Luke and Julie all shared a look Reggie couldn't catch with his mouth wide open at the city.

"So, where's this competition?" Reggie inquired with his steps in line with Julie. The distance between Reggie and Luke is still noticeable.

True to Reggie's word, the band had come back together after two weeks of a break, but the bassist and guitarist's friendship was still fractured. A particular cloud of awkwardness followed each attempt; Luke tried to branch it together.

"Uh, not here. Y/N invited me to tour the recording studio she uses through her label." Luke offered to the confused bassist. As usual, Reggie barely cast a glance at the guitarist.

"C'mon!" Alex called out from the open doorway with the new addition of you by his side.

Luke was quick to nearly tackle you in a hug and a lingering kiss on your lips. The band all made sounds of feigned disgust. Even Reggie joined in the usual banter within the group.

"Hey, Reggie, do you want to see how us country artists do it?" You quipped with your arm interlocking with his. The cold leather of his jacket raising goosebumps on your arm as you dragged him to the recording booth.

As soon as he was comfortable on one of the spinney chairs by the producer's side, he watched like a hawk. The band had never been in a real professional recording studio owned by a label. It was interesting to everyone, but mostly they all watched Reggie's reactions.

"I was working on this song." You spoke from inside the booth. With a nod, your producer began playing a portion of the song.

"Is...is that-" Reggie was cut off by as Luke interrupted him.

"Your song? Yeah."

Reggie stared at his best friend, "What?"

"You were right, Reggie. I didn't appreciate what you could bring to the band, and I'm so fucking sorry about that. You have excellent songs even if I'm not a fan of country music." Luke genuinely informed his best friend with his hands clasping his, "I want you. Both you and Alex to have a bigger role because we started this band together. We all share responsibility."

"So for now. Alex and I finished one of the songs you had written. I was wondering if you'd like to make it a duet? Release it as a single with a full writing credit."

Reggie absolutely beamed in response to your question. He was in the recording booth beside you in mere seconds.

For the week the band stayed on your uncle's ranch, Reggie was in the studio with you going over the song. It is a song you released as the leading single for your upcoming studio album with Reggie and cemented his career. It wasn't the last time you did a song with Reggie. In fact, he set himself up as a sought after country songwriter.

"Holy shit!" Luke shouted as soon as Reggie told him the success of one of the songs had brought interest to Julie and the Phantoms, "I could kiss you! I'll never doubt your skills!"

Reggie and Luke's fractured friendship healed with the promise of a yearly visit to the ranch in Nashville. Plus, Reggie impressed Luke and Alex with the banjo riff in a country song the band released on their third studio album featured by you. Reggie would always be thankful he had the chance to record ‘Lay Here With Me’ with you.

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reggies-eyeliner · 4 years ago

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reggie dating headcanons plz!!!!!!!

Reggie Dating Headcanons:

He’s such a mess when it comes to relationships

Poor guy just wants to make sure that you always feel comfortable with him

Even though he is pretty flirty and good with lots of guys and gals, when he truly, really loves someone, it’s so hard for him to contain it

He’s constantly thinking of what the next best thing to do is for you

Reggie also hasn’t ever really been in a serious relationship that we know of yet, so he might act differently than he normally does because he has no idea how to act

He’s afraid that since it’s his first relationship where he truly is in love with you, that he’ll mess something up and you’ll leave him

Reggie literally just wants you to be happy more than anything else

But when he finally does feel comfortable enough around you, you’ve earned yourself the sweetest and most forgiving dude in the entire world

Lots of hugs!!

He’s always there to crack a joke

Loves your smile more than anything else

Doesn’t give a dang about how you look

Will probably nickname you everything

He likes to tease you a lot, but he’ll never go too far

But as you get closer, he literally becomes your best friend and what feels like your soulmate

You’re in love with your best friend, and honestly, nothing is more beautiful than that

When you two build your relationship and open up about it-- oh boy

Luke will never stop teasing

Like, ever

Julie is constantly asking questions

while bby Alex is just so proud

But the best part about Reggie is that he just loves you for who you are as a person, and trust me, he will never forget you

HE LOVES SPA NIGHTS ISTG

He gives the vibe of like a covergirl magazine sleepover and whatnot

No, actually, every night is a sleepover with him

Reggie literally wears a full on face mask with cucumbers, in a bathrobe, and then he gets you those fancy heating tub things and gives you a mask

And then you two just... vibe and talk about life with those cucumbers

(REGGIE- REGGIE NO DON’T EAT THEM THEY WERE ON YOUR EYES-)

also, I’ve decided to make it canon that he wears eyeliner (*cough @reggie-with-eyeliner and my username)

So sometimes, a few hours before spa nights, you’d get your full make up glam ON

Every day is a party with him, and he’s literally wearing blue eyeshadow with golden sparkles and STRIKING eyeliner

And then you give him a crop top because he deserves it

Lots of crazy selfies

After you finish prepare to end it with a night full of cuddles and cringy romance films

He likes to sing a lot, so he enjoys playing his guitar or whatnot while you two just jam out

OH AND SINGING CHRISTMAS SONGS IN JULY (or all the time)

Reggie isn’t the best cook, but watching him try to is the cutest thing in the world

He writes you a TON of songs for you

Even though you feel insecure, to him, you’ll still be the same person who welcomed him into loving himself, his life, and you no matter what

(Bonus, he also likes to sing you to sleep a lot)

Haha thank you so much for asking, anon! This is like the first one I did that was requested for Reggie, so thanks for that :D I hope you’re doing okay, be sure to hydrate and take care of yourself. Stay safe, my love!

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lostinthemazecalledmyhead · 4 years ago

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“This next song goes out to the lovely y/n.” Reggie says leaning into the microphone. He starts playing and gives you a little wink.

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katsu28 · 3 years ago

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wookies vs. farm boys

pairing: Reggie Peters x reader (set in 1995)

summary: Reggie and Y/N have their first argument

warnings: arguing but nothing too serious you’ll see

a/n: i wrote this short imagine like last year but here's me testing out the waters for Julie and the Phantoms one shots :)

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“Hold up. You’re telling me that you think Luke is better than Han?” Reggie spluttered, eyes bulging so wide it was almost funny.

The two of you were currently laid out on the floor of the loft in the band’s garage studio killing time until Luke, Alex and Bobby arrived for band practice. “In what world is a freakin’ farm boy cooler than an intergalactic smuggler??? With a cool ass ship and a Wookie!”

“Luke is cute.” You shrugged, fighting the smile threatening to overtake your face. Reggie scrambled to a sitting position, looking down at you like you’d just grown a second head.

“Okay, first of all, don’t say those words ever again,” He shuddered. “And second of all, you like him because he’s cute??? That’s it?”

“He’s blond. Blonds are cute.”

“Alex is blond, he’s not cute!”

“He’s kinda cute.” You hummed, to which Reggie shook his head rapidly, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Stop it!” He whined. You finally couldn’t keep in your laughter any longer, bursting into a fit of giggles that had you clutching your stomach and gasping for breath. “Oh, ha ha. Very funny, Y/N.” Reggie rolled his eyes, running a hand through his dark hair.

“I’m sorry, Reg,” You wiped a tear from your eye, finally catching your breath. His lips were turned down into a childish pout, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at you angrily. “You just get so cute when you’re jealous.”

You crawled over to him and poked his cheek, but he made a hmph sound, turning away from you despite your attempts to cheer him up. “Come on, Reggie, I was just joking.” Still no response. “Are you seriously mad at me?” Nothing. “I love you.”

Reggie made a sort of strangled choking sound, freezing up momentarily before turning to you with wide eyes, meeting your nervous gaze with a deer-in-headlights-esque one. “You what?” He squeaked. You reached out, lacing your fingers with his.

“I love you, Reggie Peters.” All traces of humor in your voice were gone, leaving you in a very vulnerable position—but honestly, you didn’t care because you meant what you said. You were 100%, without a doubt, in love with Reginald Peters.

“You—you love...wow.” Reggie blinked a few times before going pink in the face and letting out a deep breath slowly. “I love you too, Y/N.”

“Really?” You couldn’t help the grin that split your face as you all but lunged at your boyfriend, pressing your lips against his in a very eager kiss. Reggie’s arms wrapped around you with an oompfh as you barreled into him, barely having time to steady himself before kissing you back with just as much passion.

The two of you made out for a while, you only pulling away from Reggie when you heard the garage doors swing open and Luke’s voice drift in.

“Who’s ready to—where are they?” Luke stopped himself mid sentence, looking around the garage. “Bobby, I thought you said they were here?”

Reggie popped his head over the railing, causing the other boys to turn their attention to his messed up hair and flushed cheeks, and quickly putting two and two together when you peered over as well.

“Oh my god, guys!” Alex groaned, wrinkling his nose. “Not in the loft!”

“Y/N told me she loves me!” Reggie announced cheerfully.

“Reggie!” You hissed, digging your fingers into his side. “Shut up!”

#help i'm in love with three ghosts in a band #reggie peters #reggie peters x reader #reggie peters x y/n #julie and the phantoms #reggie jatp #jatp fanfiction #sunset curve #luke patterson #alex mercer #reggie peters one shot #reggie peters imagine #renew julie and the phantoms #jeremy shada

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brookecuzyes · 3 years ago

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three years of you. — cruel summer

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader

Main Masterlist — 3yrs Masterlist

Summary: three years is a lot of time to get to know someone. you can even learn the way that people think, but it isn’t always a good thing. (Part 2)

Word Count: ≈2.8k

Warnings: some cursing, mentions of a fetus on a plane.

A/N: I kind of made an AU here lmao. I’m incorporating the Julie and The Phantoms band from the show as the band Y/N is in. I didn’t feel like making OC’s when the main character isn’t even an OC. So… if your a JaTP fan, I hope your happy 😉😏

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Devastation— severe and overwhelming shock or grief.

Devastation— that’s what Damiano felt.

His partner of three years had left to go back to Los Angeles. You didn’t even say goodbye. You only left a note.

Damiano was severely overwhelmed with shock. Or was it grief?

Regardless, Damiano felt as if a knife struck through his heart. He cried. A lot.

He wanted to call you so badly. He just wanted to apologize for all of his wrongdoings. However, he couldn’t. You were on a fourteen-hour flight, you were probably asleep and your phone was probably on airplane mode.

He had to get to the studio. The band was still recording the album. He just felt like he couldn’t bring himself to do anything. But, the thing is, you couldn’t either.

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Victoria picked up on Damiano's behavior almost immediately. She saw how gloomy he was, but she couldn’t get it out of him— whatever it was. But, what she did know is that you and him were having troubles, so she messaged you.

Hey, is everything ok between you and Dami? she texted.

No.

What’s going on?

I’m going back home, Vic. The plane just landed.

Wait, you did what?

I’m getting off the plane, I’ll text you when I’m at Alex’s.

Alex was the drummer of the band. He was taller, blonde, and an absolute sweetheart. He was one of your closest friends— though, the entire band is like a family to you. Your band is called Julie and The Phantoms. It consisted of you and your friends: Alex, Julie, Luke, and Reginald— or Reggie. You guys have been together as a band since high school. You were the newer addition, joining a few months later after the band was formed.

You had texted Alex after the plane took off. He said he would pick you up from the airport, which you were glad to hear. But, you knew he’d ask why you got back so early. You were in Italy, for crying out loud— why would you want to go back home a few days before you needed to? You probably won’t be getting to his apartment for the next few hours, though, so you could reach out to her later in the day.

While she had the time on her hands, Victoria was going to try and pry the information out of him— just so she can get an idea of what’s going on.

“Dami,” she called out after he announced a small break for the band. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m OK,” he replied, not making eye contact. He was messing around with some stuff that was just lying around, trying to organize it— something he does so he doesn’t stress out.

“How’s Y/N. You guys seemed pretty upset last night.” Damiano dropped the microphone that he was holding. Shit, he whispered under his breath. “Damiano? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine…” Nothing’s fine, he thought to himself. He wanted to scream, cry. He wanted to just stop everything that he was doing and try to find you, make things right when he knew he couldn’t. However, Victoria’s prying wasn’t doing him any good.

“Here let me help, you seem stressed,” she said, bending down to help him with all of his stuff.

“No! No, I don’t need your help, Vic,” he responded, raising his voice. “Please, just… leave me alone? Ok?” He put the microphone on the table and grabbed his papers, walking out of the studio to who knows where. As he was leaving, Ethan and Thomas walked back in, Damiano pushing past them as he walked by.

“Was he crying?” Asked Thomas.

“He was?” Victoria asked.

“Yeah, what happened,” joined Ethan.

“It’s Y/N… but I’m not sure what happened.”

“Are they ok?” Thomas asked, concern filling his voice.

“No, they’ve been arguing lately. But, I don’t want to say what, it’s really not my business to share.” The guys frowned slightly.

“Maybe they broke up?”

“Thomas, they didn’t-“ Ethan started, but stopped once he heard the door open. Everyone turned around to see Damiano standing at the door.

“Hey, is everything alright?” He asked, confused as to why Ethan was about to go off on Thomas.

“Y-yeah, everything is fine. Thomas was just being annoying,” Ethan tried explaining.

“Hey, how’s Y/N?” Thomas asked, causing Victoria to smack his arm. Damiano’s eyes saddened. He looked at Victoria and sighed.

“Vic, can we talk?” He asked, walking out of the doorway. She gave him a small yeah and walked out of the room, following Damiano into the hallway.

“Is everything ok, Damiano?”

“No. She left.” And her heart dropped to her feet.

“Oh.” Victoria already knew, but she didn’t know how to respond.

“Yeah, she went back to LA. Said something about the band.”

“Did she talk to you?” Damiano just looked at her, reaching into his jacket pocket to reveal a paper. Your paper. He handed it to Victoria and she unfolded it, reading it intently.

“Oh, my god…” she whispered, looking up at Damiano. When she finished reading it, she handed it back to him. He slowly put it back. “What are you going to do?”

“Nothing.” He replied blatantly, making Victoria’s expression change completely.

“What do you mean, ‘nothing’?” She asked. Damiano shrugged.

“She doesn’t like me right now. I messed up, Vic. I want to give her space.” Tried explaining.

“Ok, then, next time, don’t say, ‘nothing.’ Makes it sound like you don’t care.” He nodded. “But, eventually, you are gonna do something, right?”

“I mean, yeah, I guess.”

“Damiano David, that is a yes or no question, you cannot answer with a, ‘maybe’.” Victoria said sternly. “Don’t you still want her.”

“What if I don’t?”

“Wait, you don’t want her anymore?” Damiano opened his mouth to speak, but Victoria’s phone started ringing. She pulled it out of her back jeans pocket and looked at the contact. It was you.

“Uh, I’m sorry, my mother is calling. Give me a minute,” she lied, walking to the exit of the building at the end of the hallway. When she reached the outside, she pressed the call button, putting the phone to her ear.

“Vic, I can talk now.”

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The flight home was treacherous. You absolutely hated it. There was a couple and their baby sitting next to you. Well, the mother was sitting next to you, the father sat in the next row over to be closer.. You wanted to try and sleep since you hadn’t been getting good sleep lately. Now, you’re just going to have to work with jet lag— which was kind of going to happen since this is a fourteen hour flight. It’s OK, though. At least the baby was cute.

While you were getting off of the plane, Victoria texted you, asking about you and Damiano. You gave her vague details— kept it short and sweet, even though you felt very short-tempered and bitter. You walked around the airport, trying to find the luggage claim when you see Alex standing around. You smile and walk up to him, calling his name out so you don’t scare him. He turned his head and was met with a very sleep-deprived person. He smiled at you, so he started walking closer and held his arms out. You practically fell into his arms, needing the hug so greatly. You two stayed like that for a while before he pulled away to look at you.

“You okay?” He asked, putting his hand on your face.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just need to sleep. There was a baby sitting next to me.” Alex chuckled slightly.

“Gimme your bag, I’ll carry them,” he said, going behind you to start taking it off but you moved away.

“No, it’s fine, I can carry it.”

“No, you’re about to pass out. Relax, Y/N.”

“Exactly, this is the only thing keeping me up. You can help me carry the other bags. Those are heavier than my backpack.” You said, started to walk off. Alex followed, putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Ok, you can carry it.”

Baggage claim took awhile since you had quite a few bags. You still left some stuff at Damiano’s house because you were in a rush, but you did grab the essentials. Alex grabbed two of your bags and you got one, excluding the backpack. He led you outside to where he parked his car and opened the door for you.

“Such a gentleman,” you teased him. You got in and he closed the door once he saw all of your legs in. You sighed, relieved that life would start becoming somewhat normal again. Alex was putting all of the bags into the trunk of his car. You took the few seconds you had to yourself to just try to relax.

It was about a thirty minute car ride to get to Alex’s apartment. You would be staying with him for at least tonight, then you’d go back to your house later on— sometime before the group hangout. Ten minutes into the ride, nothing much had been said, until Alex started asking all of his questions.

“So… Do you want to talk about what happened?”

“I guess. I just don’t know where to start.”

“At the beginning. When did everything start going downhill?”

“When he started talking to another girl,” you responded nonchalantly. Alex took a second to process what the hell you just said.

“He did what?”

“Her name’s Giorgia. I looked her up, she’s a model. And gorgeous.”

“Hey,” he said, grabbing your hand, “you are, too.”

“I’m not insecure, just upset. Alex, he told me that he wasn’t coming home at decent times and why he was being distant— he said he was talking to her instead.” Your voice broke at the end. The car went quiet for a few minutes.

“Is there anything that I can do?” Alex asked.

“No, I don’t think so.” Silence fell once again, and it stayed that way for a while. At some point, Alex turned on the radio, but kept the volume down. It was just for some background noise, which you had come to the conclusion that it helped him focus better. He almost always had music on if it was quiet, or if he was alone. You weren’t paying attention to the music now, though. You were too focused on why Damiano would betray you like that.

You got to Alex’s house in what felt like two seconds. When you got there, his boyfriend, William, was on the couch on his laptop— working, probably. He was a dancer for this company he had been with since everyone was in high school. He seemed to enjoy it, though the company owner always seemed a little sketchy.

“Hi, Willie!” You greeted. He got up from the couch to give you a hug.

“Hey, Y/N, how are you?”

“Eh, I’ve been OK. How are you?”

“I’m good. Sore. Caleb’s preparing us for this insane dance comp. and it’s definitely testing my limits.” You from both laughed, when you heard the door open. Alex had two of your suitcases in his hands.

“Oh, shit, I should help. I’m sorry,” you said, making your way to the door.

“It’s OK, I can get it,” Alex responded, moving the suitcases into the living room.

“No, really. I’ll be right back.” You went outside to the car to grab your other suitcases. You checked the front of the car to see if you left anything, and saw that you left your phone in there.

Victoria, I need to call her, you thought. You put your phone in your pocket and grabbed your bags, heading back inside.

“Here let me show you where you’re sleeping tonight,” William said, gesturing you to follow him. Alex got the other two suitcases behind you and lugged them to the room. William showed you to a nice guest bedroom. “This is where you’ll stay. Hopefully you have everything you might need. If not, just ask us.”

“This is great! Thanks, guys,” you thanked.

“Of course!”

“I’m gonna go outside for a second, I need to call Victoria.” You announced, following the guys out of the room. You walked over to the front door, and walked out of the house. You pulled out your phone and opened up Victoria’s contact and pressed the call button. It rang a few times before she picked up.

“Vic, I can talk now.”

“Hey, how was the flight?” she asked.

“It was fine. I couldn’t sleep, though,” you replied, recalling the baby on the plane.

“Damiano showed me the letter.”

“Did you talk to him?”

“Yeah, he was just telling me everything. He’s not doing okay.”

“Me neither. And if he wasn’t feeling okay, he should’ve told me months ago.”

“I know. I know.”

“Victoria, I don’t know what to do,” your voice started cracking. “I’m not crazy, right? For leaving?”

“No, no, you’re not crazy. You just need some time to process things. Once you’ve gotten to that point, you can sit down with Dami and have a grown-up conversation with him— if that’s what you guys want to do.” Victoria suggested.

“That’s what I’ve been wanting to do. He’d rather have a grown-up conversation with this other girl than he would with me.” You heard whispering on the other end of the phone and Victoria yelling.

“Thomas, stai zitto! I’m on a call.”

“Oh, is everyone there?”

“Yeah. Thomas is. He’s being annoying.”

“I wanna say hi!”

“Ok. Thomas, she wants to say hi.”

“Hi, Y/N!” You heard Thomas say. You could practically hear him smiling through the phone. You loved how excited he could get.

“Hi, Thomas! How are you?”

“I’m great! Vic said that you went back home. Is everything alright?”

“Oh, yeah… it’s fine. Some stuff just came up. Plus, the band is about to start recording a new album, so I needed to be here anyway.”

“Ok. Well, we need to get back to the studio. Do you want to talk to Dami?”

You went silent for a few seconds, not sure of how to respond. “No, I actually need to get back to what I’m doing.”

“Oh, ok. Have fun in LA.” Thomas said.

“Have fun in Italy, Thomas.” You responded with a giggle.

“Bye, Y/N!” Victoria and Thomas said at the same time, which caused them to start laughing. You followed along with the laughing.

“Bye, you guys. Vic, I’ll probably end up talking to you later.”

“Ok, get some sleep, babe. You need it.”

“Absolutely! Bye.” You ended the call. You stayed outside for a few extra seconds, taking in that Los Angeles air that you had been away from for the whole summer. Over four months spent with the love of your life. Or, you know, whatever you would call him now. Oh, maybe, over four months spent with that bad boy, that traitor that you called your partner for three years.

Maybe you could get that opportunity to talk to him. Maybe you could have a grown-up conversation. What if this is just a big misunderstanding? If only…

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“Dami?”

His head shot around.

“Is everything okay? You’ve been out here for a while. We tried calling you. We have to get back inside,” Thomas explained, walking closer but keeping distance if that’s what Damiano wanted.

“Oh, sorry, I was thinking. I’ll be right there.”

“Ok.” Thomas, knowing he wasn’t going to get anything else out of him, walked back inside and made his way to the studio.

To be more accurate, Damiano was lost in his thoughts. All he could think about was how badly he fucked up. You were everything he ever needed, and everything he could ever want. But, so is Giorgia. Giorgia was everything and more. She was gorgeous, and kind, and just an amazing person in general— in every way possible. There was always something missing with you to Damiano, but Giorgia filled in those blanks.

Maybe this was fine. Maybe what he did wasn’t bad. Maybe someday you could understand that. But why couldn’t he just be with you if Giorgia is the same? What if he tried again? What if he told the truth to begin with? What he didn’t do anything to begin with? If only…

…you felt that way to me. Maybe then we could be lovers again.

What a way to spend a summer.

“God,” you whispered to yourself. “What a cruel summer this has been.” A tear rolled down your cheek. You wanted to cry your soul out, but you wanted to wait until you were back at your house, alone.

A tear rolled off of Damiano’s cheek. He wanted to cry and scream, but couldn’t until he was at home, alone because you wouldn’t be there anymore.

“This isn’t right,” he whispered to himself in despair. “Oh, God, I fucked up.”

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mah-gah-lee · 4 years ago

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What a weird family reunion Reggie x Reader (xLuke)

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Word Count: 3515 words

Summary: You’re Reggie’s little sister. You were 3 when he died. You’re now a ghost for a decade. One night, you recognize your brother and jumped into him to an unexpected family reunion. How is it going to happen? Will Reggie believe you? In a mysterious way, that’s Luke who help you to convinced Reggie.

Warnings: cuss (language), mention of death, mention of divorce, mention of drugs

A/N: This is my first fic about jatp characters. Hope you’ll enjoy! keep in mind that french is my first language, so i’m so sorry if there’s some mistakes in my fic

disclaimer: It takes place during episodes 6 and 7. I do not take into account the possibility of a Juke. The chemistry while they sing is there but no romantic feelings.

Tagged: @asdfghjkl-fanfics @standingtalllove

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Losing a child is the worst thing a parent could live, losing two is unimaginable. It’s seems being 17 years old was a new malediction in Peters family.

You were 3 when your older brother, Reginald, died in a weird hot dog accident. At that point, your parents were literally a fight away from a divorce but never did it because of you. You were too young to be in a divided family, according to them. But Reggie's death separated them for good. Yet they really tried to support each other, to overcome that and give you all the attention you needed. But your mother overprotected you and made you live in the shadow of your late brother. Your dad couldn't stand it. And when they finally divorce, moving out from reggie’s childhood house, you went to live with your dad.

Even though you were too young to form a strong bond with your brother, in a way you missed him. Your mother’s house was full of pictures of him, some of his clothes were still in a room, dedicated to him. When you visited your mother, you didn’t understand why you always found yourself in this room. You were drawn like a magnet to the comforting room. Reggie’s presence in this new house brought you such a sense of security that your mother had repeatedly found you asleep on a pile of your brother’s T-shirts.

And then you died in 2009. Kanye West had interrupted Taylor Swift's speech at the VMAs, Miley Cyrus hadn't gone crazy yet and One Direction didn't exist yet. What an era! You didn't know why the great light didn't come looking for you but you were there, as a ghost in 2009. And the time has passed ... You've had your best concerts, the best parties. A forever teenager who couldn't eat, drink or sleep.

And then 2020 came.

…

You were tired of always doing the same thing for over a decade, but you couldn't help but go to every open scene that came up in your beautiful city. It was as if an inexplicable force was pushing you to go there.

This evening was no exception to the rule and you were in a very hip little bar in the city center. You wore one of those sleeveless, gray crop tops with high waisted pants, your leather jacket draped over your shoulders. Your eyes were directly drawn to a group of girls in colorful costumes. You couldn't help but roll your eyes. It's been 10 years since you died and it seemed to you that these girls looked like the same plagues that ruined the lives of so many teenagers in your time. You put on an expression of disgust when they all took the stage, but when the music started you couldn't help but admit it was pretty catchy. However, you didn't expect a ghost to appear in the middle of the stage, improvising a choreography. Was that part of the show?

But looking at the audience's non-reaction, you knew it wasn't. The ghost disappeared for the first time, and your gaze sought directly the distinctive light source of another apparition in the room. Your gaze lingered on a small group of three boys - the blond boy included - and two girls. You have wrinkled your eyes to better distinguish the teenagers, and your face expressed confusion.

“Reggie? “

You wanted to go see him so badly. You were pretty sure it was your brother but it all came too fast. The moment you decided to walk towards them, the organizer announced a new band.

“Okay, looks like we're close the night out with one more group…Julie and the fat ones.”

What was that for a name? Your attention had been diverted and when you looked back at the group, the boys had disappeared as one of the young girls took the stage. Your heart was beating so fast. You couldn't go wrong; you had seen so many pictures at your mother's house that it was impossible that this boy was not your brother. But you missed your chance…

Julie started to sing and your eyes were captivated, as much as your ears were. This kid was so talented! When she sang a rather high note, the tension in the room charged into electricity. The next second, the young singer was joined by the group of boys you had seen in her company. Appearing distinctly as the ghosts did. On drums there was the blond boy you had seen dancing a few moments earlier, on the electric guitar, a boy with tousled brown hair who seemed slightly familiar to you ... and on bass, with a flannel shirt, there was your brother ... Reggie was there, identical to the photos you had admired so much.

The bar was on fire as Julie and The Phantoms performed. What a sick name for a group made up of two-thirds of ghosts! The song was so catchy that your heart beat to the sound of the music. But your eyes did not leave your brother, you were unable to move, frozen in place. What should you do ? Will you introduce yourself after the performance? And, what would you say? "Hey hi Reggie, I'm your sister, I died ten years ago and you twenty-five years ago. Unbelievable, right?! Nice to see you again" And once again, before you knew it, the song was over and the boys were gone again, leaving Julie alone on stage in the bewilderment of the many people in the facility.

“for God's sake, where are they?”

You didn't want to miss it anymore. Even though the whole situation was strange, you wanted to see your brother again.

Your eyes flew over the room before seeing the scene play out before your eyes. Julie seemed petrified in front of a man. The boys watched in amazement and as Julie left with what appeared to be her father, you rushed over to the group of three musicians before they disappeared again.

“omg please don't poof out again.” You said almost out of breath

The boys looked at you like you were crazy before the guitarist jumped off the bar counter, bursting with energy.

"Wait, you can see us?"

“as much as when mister "all eyes on me" made his performance”, you were pointing your head at the blond boy.

The group looked at each other in puzzlement and Reggie finally spoke, his blue eyes full of mischief.

“So…hi there cutie, how can we help you?”

Your face expressed disgust and you stuck your tongue out mimicking vomiting.

Luke gave Alex an amused smile, seeing Reggie flirting and your spontaneous reaction. The bassist couldn't help but charm the pretty ladies.

“Wow Reggie, that's gross ... you're my brother.”

Reggie burst out laughing at your response, not noticing that you called him by his first name when he hadn't even introduced himself to you yet.

“Yeah right, for sure. You just could tell me you weren’t interested. But I’m charming...”

It was the first time he had been given such an excuse but you looked so serious that he stopped dead in his tracks as Luke and Alex watched you. They always knew Reggie had a sister. But the scene unfolding before their eyes seemed impossible. (Y / N) was so young when they died and now must have been around 28, something like that. But the girl in front of them was a teenager, their age. How was this possible?

You didn't want to drop the information like that. It was worse than anything you could have imagined. But it had escaped you. Now he didn't take you seriously. Your eyes were wet with tears. It was scary to find you in front of your brother for the first time as a ghost teenager. Luke looked panicked when he noticed your eyes, squeezing Reggie's shoulder as you seemed to beg.

“Can I ... can I meet you in a quieter time please, Reginald?”

Your brother's eyes widened as Luke's hug on his shoulder tightened a bit. The eagerness and desperation in your voice had made both boys react, Alex was just looking at all of you like all of this wasn't real. The use of Reggie's name made him tense, surprised. Few called him Reginald. In fact, only his family, and the boys when they wanted to annoy him, called him that way. And although his nickname is obvious enough to deduce his

full first name, he deeply felt that you weren't just anyone.

He seemed a little panicked and looked around for his friends to support him. As if the solution would fall by itself just by the presence of Luke and Alex.

“Okay, but I want Luke and Alex’s there! What about tomorrow? I’ll give you the address!”

Wow, that was quick.

“hm, yeah, yeah sure, as you want”

You nodded and Reggie silently slipped a note to the drummer. Alex took a pen, write something on a paper towel and gave it to you. You weren’t surprise, you also can make some tricks. And you just had the time to thanks them before they poofted again.

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The next day, you landed in front of Julie's garage. Lucky she's at school because you shouldn't be explaining your presence, so she managed to see you the way she saw boys.

Before entering, you peeked out the window and frowned. There seemed to be only Luke so far. He was leaning over the piano, his head in a notebook. Your body went through part of the garage door and you cleared your throat.

“hmm, hi ... i came to see Reggie ..”

Luke instantly raised his head and you caught his attention.

“oh uh, hi! He should be here soon, come in.….”

Silence felt as Luke motioned for you to sit on the couch. It was a rather pleasant studio; the plants gave a warm atmosphere to the room and the music set sent you good vibes.

"Does your girlfriend mind that I'm here? I mean, that seems to be your HQ"

"girlfriend?"

"The girl you sing with" I simply said.

"Julie? Um, yeah, she's not my girlfriend. She-sh-she’s great and we have this powerful connection but…not, not in a romantic way. Music tied us. Music and friendship "

Luke chuckled lightly as he scratched his head. You were surprised they weren't dating. Yesterday the tension was intense. He seemed authentic when he had continued his momentum. You let out a smile amused by so much overflow.

“It's okay, I don't need to know your full relationship statute or your social security number.”

The guitarist gave you a frank smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. For a ghost, his gaze was really alive.

“ I’m Luke, by the way”

"Y / N… Re .."

"Reggie's little sister… I-I remember you a little."

"You look familiar to me. Maybe I saw you in a few pictures with Reggie."

Silence fell and you started to feel anxious. Maybe it was a bad idea? You had grown up since Reggie died ... were you still his little sister after all? Luke seemed to notice your dismay and put a comforting hand on your knee.

“hey, is something bothering you?”

“What if he doesn't believe me ... if he definitely thinks I'm not his sister.”

“Let's be honest, it's a little hard to believe. The last time I saw you, you were three years old.”

It was as if the memories flooded into your mind and let you carried away in your words.

“Yeah, you gave me this teddy bear with a guitar and told Reggie you wanted to be my favorite.”

Luke chuckled slightly before staring at you, speechless. He seemed dazed. This anecdote dates back to twenty-five years anyway. He himself had a hard time remembering it until you said it a few seconds earlier.

“what was the smell of the stuffed animal?” he asked, confused about that funny fact

“sorry, what?”

“the plush, what did it smell like?”

“hot waffle, why?”

“okay ... maybe you are his sister ... tell me more about what you remember”

You looked at him with a puzzled expression. Everything had been so natural before he stopped in all the movements. And now, it was hard to think about for the memories you had of Reggie on demand. The teddy bear given by Luke story had slipped out of your mind without you realizing it. As your brain seemed to boil, the fog of your thoughts cleared.

“can I use your guitar?”

“hell no ... why?” Luke exclaimed with far too much anticipation

“I have this lullaby stuck inside of my head ... I think Reggie sang it to me when I was a child”

Your pleading and desperate gaze fell on Luke who categorically refused to let you take his guitar. He ends up grabbing his six acoustic strings, terminated. There was something about you that made him weak.

“Maybe you can teach me but ... my guitar is my guitar, nobody touches it.”

You nodded and the lead singer moved closer to you. You were stunned by its smell, like a distant memory. Luke had definitely been a part of your life before he died, you were sure of that. You leaned over her shoulder, humming the lullaby that was left in your head. It didn't take long for him to find the right chords. Luke continued several times before you stopped singing, looking at him intently.

“that's exactly it ... this lullaby”

You both looked at each other, an indecipherable expression in your eyes. You both jumped at the sound of the garage door. Reggie appeared with Alex.

"Ready to compose hellish songs! oh did I interrupt something?”

"No, no I was there to see you. I guess you have a lot of questions."

"hell yeah, can we start from the beginning?"

You smiled to approve his request. The boys settled down on the sofa, while you sat down on one of the single armchairs. And the flow of questions began

“When are you born?”

“(your birthday date) 1992” you simply answered.

“What’s your name?”

(y/n) (y/m/n) Peters

It’s seemed to convinced a little Reggie but doubt was all over his face. It was information you could easily get on the internet nowadays.

“What’s my favorite food?”

“Pizza, mom said your favorite was the extra cheese with pepperoni”

“And what was my favorite toy?”

“I freaking don’t know, how can I suppose to known that?”

“ah ah!” he pointed the finger at you, as if that answer was proof that you were lying. It broke your heart but you didn't show it.

Instead, you rolled your eyes and Reggie kept going to ask you some question. Of course, you would have liked to have answered his questions correctly. Your mother told you some anecdotes about him but not to the point of knowing all the details.

“What’s the most terrible thing I said to my mom?”

“Omg I don’t fucking know! I was 3 when you’re died, asshole!”

Luke smiled when you exploded. Reggie was Reggie, as weird as possible. Now you were angry and desperate. Your brother didn’t believe you and he kept dragging you into this miserable feeling that you were never going to get your brother back. You had spent your short life living with a faint memory of him. Your blankie was one of his t-shirts, his voice reasoned in your head when you couldn’t sleep.

But then, in front of him, you were a stranger to him. Your heart was bruised from not being able to hug him and to finally meet this brother who had left far too soon.

“Okay, okay… So, how can you proof me you’re really my sister?! “

In the room’s corner, Luke looked at you, you looked desperate, about to cry again. He grabbed his guitar and cleared his throat. Reggie turned to him as the guitarist still had his eyes on you, a heartwarming smile hanging across his face. You had managed to convince him in a few minutes. He felt connected to you and the things you told him were disturbing. You could only be Reggie's sister; it was impossible otherwise.

"Hey…What about the song you told me earlier." he said with a soft and comfort voice

Your eyes caught his gaze, grateful for the initiative. You nodded and Luke started playing the few notes you had taught him a few minutes earlier. It was so different from all the songs the brunette could play before. It was a lullaby, such easy children's music with just a few notes. Of course, the band wasn’t supposed to play when Julie wasn’t in the room but, Luke had thought it was the best thing to do to encourage you to keep going. He didn’t know why, but he wanted Reggie to believe you. Luke believed you, hard as nails. There only had to look at your eyes to understand this reality, and Luke had noticed that. You had the same blue eyes as your brother. How could Reggie still doubt that? You started to sing

You're so sleepy

Very much sleepy

You want to go to the fairyland

You close your eyes

And jump into your dream.

When you'll wake up

I’ll still be on your team.

The instant Reggie heard the first notes, he knew. But hearing you sing the lullaby he had invented for you when you didn't want to sleep as a child, was a magical moment. You were his baby sister. He gave you that sad little puppy face, so overwhelmed. Reggie opened his arms and you jumped into a hug, so glad he finally accepted the fact that you were his sister.

You felt oddly safe again, like taking a nap in Reggie's pile of old t-shirts. You were so happy to find your brother and to be able to live your non-life by his side. Nothing would be as boring as it used to be. Reggie pushed you away with a concerned look

"but wait ... how did you die?"

"Yeah ... I don't really know ... I was at a really, really good rock concert and I bought this drink ... and I think I got drugged up there and ... I guess I'm dead? tadaa " you tried to tell him in a light tone.

He had just learned that he had a little sister. He didn't have to know that she was sneaking out at rock concerts and drinking alcohol before she was old enough. Right? Alex looked at Luke and Reggie with his half amused half confused smile. As for Luke, he fidgeted from foot to foot at the discovery. Y / N was as much rock and roll as they all were. Rebellion had to be his middle name

You loosened Reggie's embrace and lowered your head, pursing your lips so as not to show your embarrassment. He asked if you wanted snacks and you nodded. There was a slight silence. You didn't notice the urgent look Luke gave Alex but the next moment the blond jumped up to accompany the bassist, leaving you alone in the garage with the lead singer.

The silences were a little longer until Luke cautiously approached you. You could feel the awkwardness from miles away.

“ Sooo, you made this.”

“ yeah ...” you answered in a shy voice

It was the moment you had to thank him but your words seemed frozen. You mustered all the courage to plant your gaze in Luke's eyes.

“Thank you ... for helping me earlier.”

“oh it was nothing”.

“I ... yes, yes it was. You can't imagine how important seeing Reggie again is to me. Thanks for ... for helping me open his eyes.”

A slight smile caught his lips and he reached for your cheek before stopping his gesture. Instead of stroking your skin, he simply put a section of your hair back behind your ear.

“I would do anything for my best friends.”

And Reggie was definitely one of Luke’s best friend. You hardly swallowed, your stomach contorting under the effect that the guitarist made you. Time had seemed to fly at an incredible speed as the moment was interrupted by Reggie and Alex coming back to you.

“OMG LUKE DON’T FLIRT WITH MY SISTER, SHE’S 3!”

You cleared your throat and stepped aside to pull yourself away from Luke as far as possible. Your gaze fell on your brother and you raised an eyebrow at the last remark. 3 years old, really? You were 3 years old twenty-five years ago ... now you were eternally a teenager

“I’m seventeen.”

“Listen, i'm your big brother, you’re three, end of discussion.”

Your face wanted to laugh and you pursed your lips to keep from succumbing. But your eyes… Your eyes met Luke's in a complicity that slowly settled. Could you fall in love with your big brother's best friend? Definitely yes...

#jatp #jatp cast #jatp cast x reader #jatp imagines #jatp fic #julie molina #luke patterson #alex mercer #reggie peters #reggie x reader #reggie peters x reader #luke patterson x reader #charlie gillespie #jeremy shada #writing #owen patrick joyner #madison reyes

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lilyeholland · 4 years ago

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Before It’s Too Late.

[Reggie Peters x Reader] PART ONE - PART TWO

Summary: Y/N is Reggie’s complicated love interest from the 90′s and is trying to figure out where she stands with Reggie before him and his band make it big by playing at the Orpheum. *only semi based off of Stranger by Jeremy Shada -GO STREAM MAD LOVE!!!*

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Maybe like 1 swear word, and like anticipated angst???

A/N: It’s been a looooooonnngg time since I’ve written fanfic - I used to write for Tom Holland, Peter Parker and Harrison Osterfield lol but I think those days are way behind me. I miss writing so much, I decided to try it out with my new obsession; Julie and the Phantoms. Please like, reblog, and share with friends if you like it!!!

As far as high school relationships go, your relationship with Reggie was as complicated and confusing as they get. He’s a natural flirt - a charmer, and a performer - so it never really surprised you that you never became official and exclusive, although it definitely that way at times. For instance, Reg would invite you to band practice just to watch them rehearse, telling the boys to “play their very best because Y/N’s coming and I don’t want her to think we suck”. And during said practice, he’d go extra hard with extra hair flips and bass riffs, the occasional wink making it across the room to you.

And of course, you can’t forget that one time Reggie turned into a true cliché Romeo-type, throwing rocks at your window at 2am, begging you to sneak down with him and go somewhere.

“Reginald Peters!” you whisper-shouted at him from your window on the top floor of your house. “Are you crazy?”

“Maybe a little bit,” he chuckled at his own comment. “Get dressed, I wanna take you somewhere.” He smirked at you and held his bottom lip between his teeth for a few moments as he watched you from your driveway.

“Oh, you’re definitely insane,” you said softly as you rolled your eyes, earning another small laugh from Reggie. You stepped out of the window frame and back into your room to grab a pair of pants and a coat. “I’ll be down in a second.” You said before shutting your window and slowly, steadily creeping down the stairs of your house and through your front door.

Reggie had waited patiently for you, tapping his foot and humming tunes of his own songs. His eyes lit up as soon as he met yours face to face at the same level. The first thing he did was hold out his hand for you to grab - how could you NOT be exclusive when he looked at you like that?

He began to run down the street towards his dad’s parked pick-up truck (smart boy for not parking in front of your house). “Where are we going?” you asked as he helped you into the vehicle. No reply, just a sly little smirk and then you were off.

You made it to your final destination where Reggie made you cover your eyes to surprise. “Keep your eyes closed!” he warned you as he parked the car again and got out to let you out on the passenger’s side.

“Reg, I know we’re at the beach. I can hear the waves.” You opened your eyes to find him beside you, looking up with puppy eyes.

“Dang it,” the excited gleam left his eyes, but the puppy-effect remained. “You still don’t know what we’re doing!” It’s like his ears perked up as he said this. This boy really is comparable to a dog.

It wasn’t like he had this big romantic gesture planned out, he just brought a beach blanket and a guitar. It turned out you didn’t really need the guitar, just the blanket to lay under the two of you as you looked up at the clear sky and star-gazed. As the early morning grew later, you had moved closer and closer to him, eventually resting your head on his chest and soaking up the syncopated breaths and heart beats of his. The warm fuzzy feeling that had already taken its place in your chest spread to your whole body as he kissed the top of your head and whispered, “thank you for coming here with me.”

“Of course,” you whispered back to him, being grateful that he couldn’t see your embarrassingly rosy cheeks.

He took a deep breath before sitting up. “Did I tell you we’re playing the Orpheum in a couple weeks?” He was totally playing it cool, leaning back into his hands and staring off into the sea.

“No!” you exclaimed and sat up on your knees even taller than him. “Reggie! That’s amazing! You’re literally gonna be legit rockstars!” You almost melted into a puddle at the way he smiled at you while you say this.

“Right?! That’s exactly what I said!” he matched your energy with his excitement.

“Oh man, the Orpheum...!” you repeated, “I so wish I could come.”

“I’ll try and work something out,” he licked his lips, “I really want you to be there.”

It’s almost like his voice cracked while saying that last part, but you couldn’t be entirely sure.

“I wanna be there, too.” Both of your voices had gotten quieter and your gaze had traveled down each other’s faces a couple inches to find each other’s lips.

You leaned into each other fast, but slowed down as soon as you felt his breath on you. Sinking his behind your ear, he nudged your nose with his, signaling that he was ready to kiss when you were. Only centimeters away, a shout from the distance knocked you both to your feet.

“Hey, you kids!! What are you doing out this late?! The beach is closed!! Go home!!” The figure the voice came from starting moving closer towards you.

“Oh shit,” Reggie said under his breath through a laugh. “Go, go, go, go!” he grabbed the blanket and started dragging you by your hand towards his car. Moments of belly-aching laughter passed by before you knew the night was over.

Needless to say, even after moments like that, you and Reggie had never had “the talk” about where you stand with each other. After psychoanalyzing and overthinking the situation, you had come up with the conclusion that Reggie was just afraid of commitment. Growing up with parents who rushed into marriage just because they had gotten pregnant, he had become terribly afraid of moving too fast with someone ending up unhappy and fighting like they were. He didn’t want to end up like his parents, which is why he remained his same flirty, flamboyant self at school and with his friends.

You had formulated a plan to tell him how you really felt about him - showing up to the show at the Orpheum early to meet him at the backstage doors, hand him a letter and a quick, yet meaningful kiss on the cheek and tell him you’ll be in there cheering him on the loudest. However, that plan kind of fell through as you found out getting tickets to an exclusive Hollywood concert hall was incredibly difficult and expensive.

You didn’t give up, though. You and Reggie always found a way to each other no matter how hard the path was. To no surprise, you were able to say the things you wanted to say to him before it was too late...

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART TWO!!!!!

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vgilantee · 4 years ago

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Not sure if I want to let go || JATP Reggie x Reader

Requested by anon

Word count: 6k

A/N I haven’t written in a while but I adore JATP and Reggie. Anyway I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Character death, vomiting, mention of blood tests and hospital (let me know if I missed any major ones!)

Finding out you were dying before you could graduate high school sucked, especially when it was a drawn-out and often painful process. But you had been told not to plan for your future when you were in your first month of high school, so you had had a couple of years to come to terms with it, sort of. You hadn’t told your friends though, Julie and Flynn didn’t need to know. It was easier to die quietly and for them to find out after the fact than for you to tell them and have them coddling you and treating you like a different person.

“Hey, Julie,” you called out as you walked towards her mother’s studio so you wouldn’t frighten her, “your dad told me you would be out here?” Opening the door, you realised that you were the one in for a fright. “Uh… who are these guys?” Julie and three guys holding instruments whipped around to face you. You had an appointment the day Julie performed at the spirit assembly, and you weren’t really on social media, so you didn’t know that she had a ‘hologram band’ and that these guys were it.

“You can see us?” The guy behind the drum kit knocked his chair over as he stood in a rush, the other two guys just stared at you, dumbfounded.

“Of course I can?” It was the stupidest question you had ever heard, of course you could see them. You looked at Julie, who also stared at you wide-eyed. “Julie, why are these random guys confused that I can see them?”

“Oh, well um.” She panicked as she looked between you and each of the three guys before realising you weren’t there the day she first performed, and therefore didn’t have to tell you the hologram lie. “They’re my new bandmates.” Obviously having no reason to question this, you turned back around to them.

“Oh! Well then, hi!” You gave them all a quick wave. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you guys!” The one behind the drums had moved to be beside the bassist, as the other guy, holding a guitar walked over too.

“I’m Alex.” He mirrored your wave with a beaming smile.

“Luke.” The guitarist had pushed his guitar down and to his back, waving slightly, but clearly still very confused. There was a growing pause as the bassist just stared at you, mouth ever so slightly agape. Alex dug his elbow quickly into his side, which caused him to jump. It looked like he went to hold his hand out, but changed his mind, but you didn’t pay any mind to the movement, as he broke into a smile that made you almost forget your name.

“The name’s Reggie, nice to meet you.” He greeted with a quick wink, and you felt your cheeks warm before you broke eye contact and turned to Julie.

“So, bandmates? Wanna play me a song?” They all quickly scattered into place as you moved to sit on the couch. The song they played was more rock than the songs she normally wrote and played, but you were enjoying it all the same. Your eyes moved between them all, but got stuck when you saw Reggie. He winked again, your cheeks warmed up again, and you laughed lightly. But as you watched him bounce his way over to Luke to share the microphone as Julie belted the second chorus, you felt your mind wander. You wanted to see Julie and hopefully Flynn today because you had an appointment with your doctor this morning. The results from your recent blood test had come back and it wasn’t good. You had been told at the original diagnosis that you may not see your high school graduation, but then less than a year later you were given a college graduation. The idea of a college graduation had you naively planning for a future, planning to have a job and maybe even fall in love. You knew it was stupid, but you had been given seven more years, so maybe you could get some more. But that morning, you had been given eight months at most. You had been all cried-out well before you got to Julie’s place, and by the time you had, you convinced yourself you were back in the headspace of living for the present.

With a final strum on the guitar, they all took a bow, and you stood up, climbing onto the couch as you whooped and clapped.

“That was amazing!” Jumping down you continued clapping, and you high-fived Julie. You spun to Reggie, hand still slightly raised, but you quickly lowered it, noticing he hadn’t moved from his bass. “You guys are awesome!” You pointed your finger as you spun again, making sure that each of them was pointed at in turn.

“Thank you, thank you.” Luke bowed with a dramatic flourish. You noticed Julie looking at him, and when you caught her eye you winked. The girl had a crush, and it was very obvious. But she just rolled her eyes, darted them at Reggie behind you, and winked back. Before you could think of a response, the doors swung open.

“I have arrived!” Her arms were above her head with a hand on either door. “Oh hey, Y/N!” With a quick skip she gave you a hug, before giving one to Julie. “How are my girls doing?”

“Oh good!” Spinning on your heel to face her. “Julie and the guys just played me one of their songs and they are so good!” Flynn laughs, remembering that you hadn’t seen them perform yet.

“Aw, thank you.” Reggie himself lets out a laugh behind you and you look over your shoulder at him with a smile.

“You are very welcome.” When you turn back, though, Flynn has the same confused look that everyone else had when you first entered the studio.

“You can see them?” Once again, you were thoroughly confused by the question. Why was everyone confused by the fact that you could see the three very cute guys in Julie’s studio? Flynn waved her arms at Julie almost yelling, “how can she see them?”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that? Of course I can see them.” Your own hands move rapidly in frustration. “I’m not blind!”

“Because they’re ghosts!” The second the words leave her mouth, her hands slapped over it, trying to force them back in. You let out a short breath, shoulders dropping, eyes wide.

“What?” You feel lightheaded, room spinning as you look at each of the guys in turn. They all seemed embarrassed, Luke with his hand on the back of his neck, Alex looking at his feet and Reggie rocking on his feet not looking at you. “What do you mean they’re ghosts? Like, they’re dead? Ghost ghosts?” You almost hyperventilated. “No.”

“Hey, you’re okay.” Julie and Flynn rushed over and helped you sit back on the couch before sitting on either side of you. Despite looking very unsure themselves, the guys moved and sit on the coffee table in front of you. “Just breathe.”

“Do you-” Alex cuts himself off, unsure of whether or not you’d actually want to speak to them. But you look up slowly, hands gripping Julie and Flynn’s. “Do you want to ask us anything?” You nod, before taking a slow breath.

“When?” You didn’t know whether the question was… insensitive, but you had to know.

“‘95.” It was said so off-handedly, like Alex was just telling you what he wanted to eat, not like he had just told you when they died. All you can do is hum in response. Another deep breath.

“Why can’t Flynn see you?” You look over to her as you ask, you knew the real question was why could you, normal people don’t see ghosts.

“No idea.” You scoff out a laugh, looking back at the three guys, the three ghosts sitting on the coffee table in front of you. This wasn’t the worst news you heard that day, weirdest but not the worst.

“Well okay then.” Your voice had lost all its nerves and you seemed to be okay again. “You guys working on any other new music we can hear or..?”

Alex was off somewhere with Willy, and Luke and Julie were in her room working on some new lyrics, which left you and Reggie in the studio. He was trying to teach you to play the bass, but it was pretty difficult because every time he reached out to adjust your fingers, his hand went through. At this point, you didn’t remember if you actually wanted to learn the bass, or just wanted to be close to Reggie, but it didn’t really matter. You were having fun and a laugh and stupidly feeding the crush that had formed over the past month you had known him. He made you laugh and feel safe. It was dumb, having a crush on a ghost, but the energy Reggie had - all the guys had, really - made it feel like he was still breathing, and not made of nothing.

“Okay so my fingers go here and here?” You looked at him tentatively, trying to both make eye-contact with him, and avoid it. He gave you a proud smile and nodded, and you tried to make it look like you hadn’t just become a puddle of softness.

“Then strum down.” You did as instructed and looked back at him for approval. He raised his hand for a high five and you did the same, before you both high fived yourselves. It was something you had figured out a week into your friendship as you both were very into high fives, but it’s very difficult to high five when one party is made of air.

“You ready to put it all together?” The song was one of the Sunset Curve’s slower ones, much easier to learn.

“No.” He snorted at you, shaking his head.

“Let’s do this then.” So you did, hoping his confidence would rub off on you.

A couple of missed notes, and a restart or two from some major blunders, but you eventually got it.

“I knew you could do it!” You let out a light shriek in celebration.

“If I could hug you I would. You’re an incredible teacher!” You take the bass off and put it back on the stand. “Thank you.” The sad smile he gave you was very different to the one you gave him. His was a look of ‘I wish I could hug you too’, yours was ‘in a couple of months maybe I’ll be able to’.

When you were with him, it was a constant internal battle of wanting to stay alive so you could have a future and know you could see him and your friends, but also wanting to give up so that maybe you could actually touch him, and because you were just so tired of fighting sometimes. It was a depressing thought, giving up. Not that it wasn’t one you hadn’t had before. A month after your first diagnosis, you had accepted your death, much to your parents’ chagrin. They wanted you, their baby, to stay alive. It broke their hearts to see you giving up.

“You are most very welcome.” His ever-cheerful voice broke you out of what was going to become a downward mental spiral. “Next time I’m teaching you one of our more upbeat songs.” He laughs and you assume it’s at the fear in your eyes at the idea of learning a harder song. “You’ll kill it, trust me.”

After days of non-stop begging, the guys had finally agreed to teach Julie some of their old music, and you and Flynn were having a private Sunset Curves concert with hits straight from 1995. And you had to admit, the songs sounded better coming from Sunset Curves than they ever did from Trevor - who you had found out recently was actually their fourth band-mate who stole the songs and credit from Luke.

Whenever a stolen song or one you knew was played, you and Flynn screamed the lyrics back, while for songs you hadn’t heard, you just danced and jumped and had a great time.

“And this, our final song, will slow it down a bit because you three,” Luke waved his finger between you, Flynn, and Julie, “look like you are about to collapse.” At the mention of a slow song, you and Flynn pull out your phones and turn on your flashlights, while Julie rushes over to the light switch and turns them off. Expecting Julie to go back to centre stage, you are slightly surprised when she walks over to Reggie’s usual mic, while he walks to the centre.

As the slow melody started playing, Flynn threw her arm over your shoulder while holding her phone up with her opposite hand and you put your own arm around her waist. The pair of you swayed back and forth to the unfamiliar song. You had borrowed the Sunset Curve demo from Julie shortly after becoming friends with them meaning you knew a fair chunk of their old music, but they only ever got to record one demo so hearing an unrecorded original straight from 1995 was strange but not surprising.

At least, you thought it was one of their old songs until you heard ‘I just want to be able to hold you close’. You probably would have missed the line if you hadn’t been staring at Reggie’s gorgeous eyes, that was what made it click that the line - the whole song really - was being sung to you, for you. Frozen, you slightly swayed back and forth during the song, but it was largely due to Flynn, who was giggling and aw-ing beside you.

You barely noticed the song end, barely noticed Luke and Alex ‘poof’ away, barely noticed Julie grab Flynn’s arm and drag her out of the studio. All you could see was Reggie, who pushed his bass behind his back and moved in front of you.

“Hey.” It was so soft, so quiet, and so unlike the normal loud and energetic Reggie. He held his hands out in front of him, palms up, and you hovered your own above them, palms down.

“Hey.” You didn’t want to look away from him, lost in his features.

“Look, I really like you, and as much as it kills me,” he gives a short laugh at the phrase while you roll your eyes, “to not be able to hold your hands properly, I can live with-” You interrupt him with a scoff and another eye roll.

“You’re doing it on purpose now.”

“Maybe, but the point is that I wanna see if we can make something work.” His eyes go wide. “That is if you like me too! I should have probably led with that.”

“Reg,” you try to hold back a huge smile, “I like you too.”

“Oh good because I was so worried-”

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Dates were hard when one person was a ghost - much like many many things that came with befriending and dating ghosts - but you made it work. Most of them were in Julie’s studio, or in the park where it looked like you were on the phone having a picnic alone, but even if the rest of the world thought you were a very strange teenager having a romantic picnic alone, you knew you were there with Reggie. Another thing you had to plan around was your doctor’s appointments. Your mild case of dying from a terminal illness was still a secret, though it was getting harder to hide. You felt tired more often, woke up frequently in the middle of the night from pain that felt like it wouldn’t end. You managed to hide the flashes of pain you sometimes got from them all, but it was getting harder.

“... and honestly I’m still not sure why those hotdogs killed us!” Reggie threw his hands up as he finished a more detailed retelling of their final night alive. You had heard briefly that they were set to play the Orpheum before eating shady street ‘dogs which ultimately killed them, but you had asked if he could tell you the story with as much detail as he could remember.

You lighted slightly as you rolled your eyes and leaned back on your hands, eyes briefly pausing on the floating chairs on the ceiling of the studio.

“Maybe,” you dragged out the ‘a’ sound, smiling, “it was because they were stored next to the sauces in the engine of a shitty car. You literally got poisoned, babe.” His eyes widened and his mouth dropped slightly as if you had just told him the secret of the universe.

A sudden sharp pain blooms on your right side and your hand flies to grip it, sucking in a sharp breath. You force yourself to take slow deep breaths through your teeth, trying to diminish the pain, forgetting for a moment that Reggie is there. He stares at you with fear in his eyes, thoroughly concerned for you. Every time you take a breath too quickly or deeply, the needle-like stabbing pain returns back to full strength, and it takes a couple of minutes for the pain to finally go down enough that you can move your hand away. As you do you slowly look up at Reggie.

“Are you okay? What was that?” His hands move clearly showing how he wanted to hold you, comfort you, but can’t. Doing your best to hide that you were lying you smiled softly,

“I had really bad asthma as a kid, and sometimes I get random lung pains as a side-effect. I’m fine though, promise.” It was total bullshit. Asthma doesn’t have side-effects because it doesn’t really go away. But the biggest bullshit was the fact that you never had asthma. Luckily, though, Reggie accepted the lie, leaving a pit of guilt to build. You hated lying to him, but telling the truth would hurt so much more.

You had missed another first period history class because of another appointment, but Julie was helping you study to catch up. It was your fourth in as many weeks and there was an exam coming up in the next couple of weeks. Despite the fact that your time was quickly running out with four months left and so passing your classes was pointless, you had to keep up appearances, so you agreed to let Julie help you out.

But while Julie may have been one of the top in the class and an excellent tutor, the three himbos she called bandmates and you called friends were all but useful.

Luke was lying across the foot of the bed on his stomach, legs swinging in the air. Alex was drumming on Julie’s desk with pens he had stolen from you. And Reggie was sitting between you and Julie, occasionally pointing to pictures in the textbook to make a comment.

“Reginald I swear if you point at that picture of Caesar while saying salad ingredients again, I’m kicking you out of the band and replacing you with Y/N.” Julie whipped around, braided pigtails flying as she pointed at him.

“Oooh. She used your full name.” Alex teased, throwing one of the pens at him.

“You can’t replace me!” Reggie feigned insult while rubbing his forehead where the pen hit. “Besides, I was the one who taught her bass!”

“And you are an excellent teacher, and I will happily replace you.” You let out a giggle as you looked over at him.

“She’s prettier than you anyway,” Luke rested his chin on his hand and tilted his head to look up at Reggie, “you really bring down the aesthetics of the band.” Reggie stuck out his tongue before meeting your eyes.

“You are definitely prettier than me, though.” You scrunched up your nose and your cheeks went warm as they usually did when Reggie paid you a compliment. He blew you a kiss before flopping back, the bed shifting slightly.

That night, to give your parents who constantly were transporting you everywhere a break, you had a sleepover with Julie. You weren’t sure if the boys actually needed to sleep, or were just pretending, but they were scattered on the floor of Julie’s room, while you and Julie shared her bed. You had built a wall of pillows in the middle of the bed at your request, you hadn’t told her why but it was just in case you needed to get up in the middle of the night for some pain medication or to throw up, and you didn’t want to wake her if you did need to. You hadn’t told your parents about the throwing up yet, or they wouldn’t have let you stay at Julie’s. You had promised yourself that you would tell them at the next doctor’s appointment in three weeks, but as you hugged the toilet bowl, spitting the last of the foul-tasting saliva from your mouth, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to keep it from them until then.

The doctor had warned you at the beginning that as your illness progressed, you may experience vomiting, whether that be from the ever-changing medications or the progression itself, but it still sucked.

The frequency of the vomiting had increased from once a fortnight, to at least every second day two weeks prior. It sucked, especially when you knew that it meant you didn’t have as long as the doctors said left.

As you turned to move to the basin to brush your teeth, you jumped. Stood in the doorway was Reggie.

“I heard you throwing up. Are you okay?” His voice was soft again, and with your toothbrush in your mouth, you nearly caved then and there. Reggie was not someone to shy away from his feelings, but you had picked up early on that what you couldn’t read in his face, you could hear in his voice. This soft voice was one of the few reserved specifically for you, it was full of love and concern and it made you want to spill your guts every time. But you never did.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You hated lying to him, and you hated that he couldn’t tell you were lying. “I had something for lunch that smelt funny but I thought nothing of it. Turns out I should have.” Spitting out the last of the toothpaste foam, you shrug then rinse.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” This was the first time he ever questioned when you said you were fine. A voice in the back of your head was screaming that this was bad, but there was another telling you that maybe if he figured out you were dying, then you wouldn’t actually have to say the words.

“I know.” You wanted to hug him, kiss him, hold his hand, anything. He was incredible and you loved him. You loved him. That was the moment when you realised that you were in too deep, and in love with Reggie.

Your time was running out. Higher dosage of medications, more frequent trips to the doctor, vomiting almost every night. You were exhausted and it was almost impossible at this point to hide your pain from your friends and boyfriend. You had visibly paled, bags were a permanent fixture under your eyes, and even though it was the middle of spring, you always had a large jumper on because you just couldn’t get warm anymore. But still, you made an effort to go to Julie’s every Saturday to spend time with Reggie, and to give feedback on songs and performances. But even though you were counting the months, you weren’t paying attention to them anymore, which was how you managed to forget your birthday.

“Surprise!” The second the door to the studio was open, you were jumpscared. Hand to your heart, with the other gripping onto your backpack strap you let out a breathy laugh.

“Shit you guys!” Flynn wraps you in a hug before handing you over to Julie. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry,” you look over at Reggie who was apologising, but ended up staring at Alex who was pretending he wasn’t pointing at Luke, “didn’t mean to scare you so bad. “‘S all good.” You let out another laugh and blew a kiss at Reggie.

The studio is decorated with balloons and streamers in white, silver, and various shades of your favourite colour. The decoration planning was clearly done by Flynn, but with the way the streamers were twisted and almost falling, either it was executed by the boys, or they tried playing soccer in the studio again. The coffee table had half a dozen bowls of various chips, candies and snacks. In the centre was a store-bought cake with ‘Happy Birthday Y/N’ written in icing on top. A sheet had been hung from the loft with a projector on the shelf behind the couch, which had been folded out to be a bed.

After a heavily practiced and very over the top Julie and the Phantoms version of ‘happy birthday’, you, Flynn and Julie curled up on the sofa-bed, with Luke beside Julie, Reggie beside you, and Alex lying across the bottom, and a marathon of your favourite movies began.

At one point, a movie that the guys apparently knew very well played, and Alex and Luke stood up and started acting out a very dramatic scene between the two leads. The four of you left on the couch were in stitches. You and Julie had tears rolling down her cheeks and Flynn was trying to catch her breath. Reggie nearly rolled off the side of the couch, before jumping up to fill the role of a third character who had walked on screen. It was the best laugh you had had in a long time.

But it wasn’t until you couldn’t breathe in anymore without pains through your chest that you realised that something was wrong. You let out a high squeak of a gasp as you tried to get Julie’s attention.

The light-hearted scene was shattered as everyone realised that you couldn’t breath. Nobody knew what was happening, but you did. You were running out of time far more quickly than you thought.

At some point, your parents and an ambulance had been called, but you weren’t sure how long it had taken. It didn’t seem like a long time realistically, but there was no way of knowing.

The ambulance had arrived and you were given a shot of some form of steroid and the pain eased slightly, and you could breathe again. As you were being wheeled out, you didn’t look away from Reggie, who was walking beside you, wanting nothing more than to hold your hand. The paramedics were clearly not worried about the slight grabbing motion you were making with your left hand, or with the way you were looking off into the middle distance with an intense look of fear.

Just as you were loaded into the ambulance, Reggie leaned over to you.

“I love you.” The doors were shut before you could register what was said, and you were off to the hospital.

That night, after dozens of tests, your parents had been told to go home leaving you alone in the hospital. The doctors said you were lucky that your friends acted so quickly, but you couldn’t help but think you weren’t lucky at all. All this meant was that the next one would be worse, and if that didn’t kill you, it would keep getting worse until it did.

It was the middle of the night and you were still awake. The medication you were given to prevent more muscle spasms that caused the sharp pains could not be mixed with any form of anaesthetics or melatonin supplements. So you were told by the nurse to ‘try and get some sleep’ and left alone in a dark room.

2am and you were still lying awake, staring at the ceiling. The hospital wing had gone quiet hours ago with only the occasional night-shift nurse walking past to check on you and patients in adjoining rooms. Your mind had wandered to Reggie, as it had frequently since meeting him. But while it usually went to you daydreaming about being able to hold his hand, hug him, finally kiss him, tonight you were running lines on what you would say to him when you finally told him you were dying.

You couldn’t avoid the topic now, you were sure he knew something was wrong the first night he found you throwing up. After that night, you had nearly fainted on a couple of dates, and had missed two days of school in a row. They all knew something was up. And then there was the matter of being in love with him.

You fell for him quickly, and fell for him hard. Six months was all it took for you to know that you loved Reggie. The idea of falling in love so quickly scared you, but you were also happy that you had fallen in love with someone before dying. When you were first diagnosed, you had spent a lot of time reflecting on those childhood dreams of falling in love and getting married, and how you would never get that. All the huge societal milestones you looked forward to as a child were taken from you, the mental list scribbled out and thrown away.

Then came the matter of what would happen when you died. Would you become a ghost and spend the rest of eternity with the guys? Do you have any unfinished business? Or would you move on to whatever is after death? Would you possibly never see them again? The biggest question though was which option did you want? And if you didn’t have any unfinished business, would you get to choose to stay?

You were trying not to spiral, but in a silent room and your body not going to sleep any time soon, there was nothing to do other than think.

At some point around 3:30am your brain did a quick-change on topics - from your impending death, to the fact that Reggie had said he loved you. A lovestruck smile slowly stretched across your face and you pressed your hands to your cheeks. Reggie loved you. Reggie was in love with you. You let out a quiet giggle, trying not to wake up any of the nearby patients, and just as you did, there was a soft knock on your door. You froze, hoping it wasn’t a nurse coming in to tell you to be quiet, and watched to see if the door handle turned. Instead, Reggie, Alex and Luke walked through the door.

“Sorry!” Even though you were the only person in the hospital who could see and hear them, Alex still whisper-shouted the apology. “We thought you would be asleep, but Julie and Flynn wanted to know if you were okay.” Luke punched him in the arm as you began to sit up in your hospital bed.

“So did we!” They had made it over to your bed, Reggie on your left, taking the seat, with Luke and Alex on your right.

“Yeah but Julie basically demanded us to come and see if you were still alive.” Luke and Alex laugh at the statement, but the best you can muster is a half-hearted exhale.

“I was coming in anyway, they tagged along.” Reggie had placed his hand next to your own and had a soft seriousness to his face. He knew that while you were still alive, there was something very wrong.

“Well thank you for checking in either way.” You look away from Reggie and offer the other two a genuine smile. “Doc says I’ll be in for a couple of days, but should be out before the end of the week.” Satisfied with your answer, they both give sharp nods.

“We’ll be back tomorrow with Julie and Flynn, promise.” And with that, Luke and Alex poof away.

The room goes quiet again aside from your breathing and the high beeps of the machine reassuring you that your heart was still going. There were so many things that you wanted to say to him, so you were glad for the brief silence to try and collect your thoughts. You needed to tell him you loved him too, and you wanted to tell him that you were dying, but you couldn’t figure out which one to say first.

“I meant it, you know.” Your eyes snap from the door you had been staring at, to Reggie. “When I said I love you. Because I do. And I know it’s probably stupid to say so early, we’ve only been together what? Five months? But I really do.”

“Reg-”

“No I know but you scared the hell out of me and when they were loading you into the ambulance I just had to tell you because… I don’t know. My brain just told me that I had to tell you just in case.” He took a deep breath and looked down, his fingers flexing next to yours as they often did when he wanted to hold your hand.

“Reggie-” He cut you off again, still looking at his hands.

“No, you don’t have to say it back. I don’t want you to feel pressured into saying it.”

“Reggie stop.” You laugh lightly and he slowly looks back up to you. “I love you too.” You laugh again as he lets out a heaving sigh.

“You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now.” He says it with such intention and your cheeks warm quickly, looking away and pulling your bottom lip slightly between your teeth. The moment is sweet, and you feel so happy.

But like it so often does, your brain breaks the bliss with the reminder that you were dying and this bliss wouldn’t last long. Reggie noticed this change in demeanour and the huge smile he had drops too.

“Hey, are you okay?” And finally, after months of hiding it from him, you start crying and shake your head.

“I’m dying Reggie.” You say it so quietly you hope he didn’t hear, but the sound of a quick breath out is all the indication you need that he did.

“How long?” Tears still rolling down your cheeks, you turn to meet his eyes, and let out a short sarcastic snort.

“Have I got left or have I known?” It breaks your heart when you see his eyes water and a tear roll down his cheek.

“Both.” It’s a whisper and you can hear his own heart break as he says the word.

“I’ve known for two-ish years now. And at my last big bloods appointment with the doctor I was told eight months. Which gives me…” you rocked your head side to side as you quickly did the math in your head, “about two left.” Your own tears hadn’t stopped, and his only increased in frequency.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” His voice cracked on ‘us’ as he tried to keep his composure.

“The only people that knew are my parents and the school. I didn’t want to tell anyone because I guess… saying it out loud made it real.” He looks away, nodding, and his fingers flex in the direction of yours again. “I’ll tell them tomorrow, I promise.” He looked back up and smiled before wiping the tears from his chin and the tear-tracks from his cheeks. You mirrored his action before wiggling back to laying down on the bed. “Stay?” Reggie nods and curls up a bit on the chair. Your hands had returned to their positions beside each other.

“I’ll be here when you wake up.” And he did. Reggie stayed beside your bed until you finally fell asleep, and was there when you woke up.

Only, you woke up to a high tone, and people rushing around your bed. He looked at you, a look of fear and heartbreak across his face, and when you reached out for him in a panic and held his hand, you realised why.

find part 2 here

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Tagging: @parkeret (if you want to be tagged in any of my future JATP works, or any of my other works at all, send in an ask!)

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reggies-eyeliner · 4 years ago

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Can we talk about how Luke must have felt after running away from home on bad terms? Because we know quite a lot about Luke, which is pretty awesome, but how does he react personal issues with relationships when it comes to family? If you’re like me, the scene where Luke first visits his mom and dad on his birthday was one of the most painful things to watch-- but how did Luke cope with it? Was he public about it enough that he was the one who told his band? Or was he the only one who ever discussed the very idea to it himself? How did he cope with it though, that’s all I’m wondering, really: since they hadn’t exactly been going around and living in a mansion, they most likely lived either in the studio or found some place outside.

I think that Luke definitely isn’t very open about his problems, considering that Reggie says in 1x06, “he thinks that we don’t know, but...” and that Luke never bothered to open up about Emily until Reggie and Alex told Julie about it. He even disappears as soon as Unsaid Emily in 1x08 stops playing, and never bothers to tell anyone about his issues. He leaves and then comes back, smiling at Julie as if nothing had happened before they realized that their relationship was a bit “awkward,” and they don’t discuss it again. However, in the first episode, right before Reggie’s Jam, Luke had publicly discussed about Alex and Reggie’s problems back at home-- which means that they had confided in him, which could also show that they really are quite close. But the reason for his outburst was most likely connected to his own, bottled-up past with his parents that he was never very public about.

I feel like Luke would be the type of person to wear a fake smile and say, “I’m fine,” and then change the topic. And since the entire band back in 1995 never really had a place to stay permanently as much, instead of crying on his own, could you imagine how hard it must have been for him if he woke up at 2, 3, in the morning in tears and walk out of the studio, outside in the city while it’s raining? Would he be the one crying alone in the dark while the rest of his bandmates were completely asleep?

#okay i'm sorry for writing this but I'm actually kind of curious #boy luke's gonna snap one day istg #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms theories #unsaid emily #OH LOOK IM CRYING #luke patterson #charlie gillespie's acting is insane #charlie gillespie #reginald #alex #SHOULD I WRITE ABOUT THIS #GOLLLY GOODNESS I SHOULD #ok imma tag this as luke x reader i'm sorry if this feels like clickbait #jatp-luke #jatp luke x reader #luke julie and the phantoms

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maria-scribbles · 4 years ago

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cocoa

sick of hearing his parents fight day after day, reggie goes to the one person who knows exactly what he's going through: the pretty violinist who lives next door.

fandom: julie and the phantoms

ship: alive!reggie x reader

word count: 1.5k+

featuring: swearing (as always), fighting, allusion to an abusive relationship, general sadness, mention of a family member’s death

a/n: day 2 of my holiday challenge: hot chocolate! this is kind of depressing and i'm sorry, sad!reggie was stuck in my head and he wouldn't leave until i wrote this but it has kind of a hopeful ending tho so i guess that counts for something? this is also my first time writing for this fandom so forgive me if it sucks. as usual, unbetaed so all mistakes are my b.

come join my holiday challenge!

December 1994

They were fighting again. It was the same old story: his dad being an ass on purpose, his mom taking the bait, wash, rinse, repeat. Their shouts rang harshly throughout the house, gloomy and miserable despite the cheerful decorations strung up in every room and the massive Christmas tree downstairs, dressed in its festive best and looking like it came straight out of a seasonal catalog.

Reggie had gone to them at the beginning of the month, begging them not to fight, please; his everyday life was already ruined by their screaming matches and the only thing he wanted for Christmas was some peace, quiet and civility to celebrate his favorite holiday. His father had pretended not to hear his son's pleas, ignoring him completely like he always did while his mother offered a tight-lipped smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"We'll try, honey." She'd said and he knew it was a lie. His mother always lied, his father always threw a plate at her head, Reggie always wished he had the courage to run away for good, like Luke did. But he wasn't Luke, he never would be, and he just didn't have it in him to leave them, even though he was the one who came out worse for wear after each fight.

The distant shatter of ceramic drifting up the stairs was his cue to go until things cooled down again -he never stuck around after the first dish got thrown, not anymore, the scar on his arm the perfect reminder why- and so he jimmied open the window of his room and climbed down the trellis into the salty air, the crashing waves of the Pacific covering his escape like a blanket.

(He could've stormed down the stairs and slammed the door behind him and his parents still wouldn't have noticed he left but something about sneaking out and risking a broken bone made him feel alive, the same rush he felt when he was on stage, bass humming in his hands, performing alongside his bandmates and knowing they felt it, too.)

Even outside, the echoes of his parents' angry voices still rang in his ears, haunting him all the way to the house next door, its sparkling lights shining brightly and guiding him through the darkening night like a beacon. The driveway sat empty, sans for one lone bicycle haphazardly lying on its side in front of the garage and he carefully propped it up on its kickstand before climbing the stairs to the front porch.

The faint sound of a slow, somber violin came to a stop as he knocked on the door, followed by a quiet, familiar voice Reggie knew like the back of his hand.

"It's open."

He found Y/N alone on the couch, eyes downcast and fingers fiddling with the strings of the violin on her lap and she glanced up at the tap of his boots on the hardwood floor, face brightening the slightest bit at the sight of her friend rounding the corner into the living room.

The girl didn't speak as she gently placed the instrument aside and stood, meeting him halfway and throwing her arms around his neck to draw him into a crushing hug. His own arms wrapped around her waist and held her just as tightly, his head resting on her shoulder, and the warm vanilla scent of her soft hair tickling his nose helped calm the storm in his heart.

"I'm sorry, Reg." Her voice was low and soothing in his ear and he didn't know how he could possibly hold her any tighter than he already was but he managed as he replied, "I'm sorry, too."

While his parents fought like wildfire, explosive and loud and raging with the wrong type of passion, hers were like a deep freeze, icy and cold and desolate in the worst possible way. Too many times Y/N was left to her own devices, all alone in an empty house with her thoughts and a violin her only company (at least they had given her that, the gift of music and a beautiful, expensive instrument to prove their love was real, albeit superficial).

It was some time later before she pulled back just far enough to look him in the eye and brushed a wayward strand of his dark hair back from his forehead with one calloused finger. "Okay, pity party's over. It's almost Christmas and we're not spending it being sad about shitty parents. Deal?"

She held out her pinky with one eyebrow raised expectantly and grinned when he nodded and hooked his pinky around hers. Reggie loved really liked that about her, the way she could just make all the heartache and pain and disappointment vanish from his mind like magic and replace them with thoughts of her and her sunny smile, her big heart, her touch that made the very blood in his veins spark like lightning. Y/N was his bright spot, his safe haven, and while Luke, Alex, and Bobby knew what he was going through, they just didn't understand like she did (they had their own problems to deal with, anyway, so he couldn't blame them).

"Good, now come on," She wrapped the rest of her fingers around his hand and started tugging him down the hall to the kitchen. "You're helping me make hot chocolate."

"Peppermint?" He asked, smiling when she glanced up at him with an offended look on her face.

"Duh. Only a heathen would make it without peppermint, Reginald."

Another thing he liked about her: she never did anything halfway; half-assing things, taking the easy way out, cutting corners just wasn't her style. It even applied to hot chocolate apparently, as he watched her flutter around the kitchen with practiced ease -heating milk and cream on the stove, measuring sugar and chocolate, slowly adding drops of peppermint oil- and despite her saying he was going to help, the only thing he got to do was crush some candy canes. Not that he minded, though, because while his hands could play bass like no one's business, they were a total disaster when it came to cooking and he knew Y/N was well aware of that fact, considering it took a week for the burnt popcorn smell to fade from her microwave the last time he tried.

The violinist smiled and proudly handed him the finished drink, whipped cream piled high and candy cane bits almost overflowing from the edge of a red mug. "This is my grandma's recipe," She said, one hand holding a purple mug for herself and the other reaching to grab onto his wrist and pull him out the front door. "She'd always make it when she came to visit for the holidays and we'd sit out on the porch and watch the ocean, each and every year."

"She was the best," Reggie said as the two sat together on the porch swing, his right side flush against her left. "I still have dreams about her cookies and wake up drooling."

The cool ocean breeze ruffled Y/N's hair and carried her laugh off down the beach. "She loved you, you know that? She was always talking about 'that nice boy next door.' Pretty sure she wanted us to get married."

"I loved her, too." He took a sip of his drink in an attempt to hide the blush that was taking over his entire face. "And we still have time for the whole marriage thing."

"I'm still waiting for my ring." She laughed again before looking down at the mug in her hands, voice becoming quiet as she replied, "I really miss her. She was the only person in my family who actually cared about me 'cause my parents sure as hell don't."

He wanted to tell her she was wrong but he knew it'd be a lie and he never did that, refusing to become a pathological liar like his mother, so instead he just wrapped an arm around her shoulders and tucked her against his side. "Hey, no more talk about shitty parents, remember?"

"Sorry, I know," She took a long sip of her cocoa, then rested her head on his shoulder with a sigh. "I just feel alone sometimes when you're not around. I mean, you have your band and I always had my grandma to talk to but now she's gone and I'm kind of...lost."

"You have the band, too, Y/N! Alex and Luke love you and Bobby, well, he's Bobby. No one really knows what goes on in that guy's head but I know he thinks you're cool. We all do, especially me, and you should know you're never alone 'cause you'll always have us."

The girl abruptly sat up and grabbed the mug from Reggie's hand before he could blink and placed it alongside her own on the floor, then threw her arms around his neck in another one of her fierce hugs.

"Has anyone told you how fucking amazing you are?"

"You just did." He buried his blushing face in her shoulder as his arms wrapped around her waist once again. "I'm serious, Y/N. You'll always have me."

"And you'll always have me, Reg. No matter what."

And as they sat there on the porch swing, wrapped in each other's arms, Reggie knew as long as he had Y/N in his life, things were gonna be okay.

#obxmermaidholiday #julie and the phantoms imagine #jatp imagine #reggie jatp #reggie x reader #reggie x y/n #jatp fic

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quicklikelandonorris · 4 years ago

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Was this requested?No. Did I just feel like posting something to get the opinion of you all? Yes.

And honestly I think I requested this to another blog at some point but I don’t really remember if I did I’m sorry!!

Also I didn’t mean to make it a two part but I’m currently having personal issues but I wanted to get something out for you guys soon so I went ahead and posted what I already written in this fic for you. Please do leave any feedback.

Reggie x Reader

Summary: A adorable boy befriends what he thought was a random street cat and wins a girls heart (it sucks I know I’m sorry)

Y/N L/N was the most sought after girl in all of Los Feliz.She really didn’t understand why,she just happened to have this charm about her that everybody loved and were drawn towards.She had guys literally lining up at her doorstep everyday just asking to take Y/N out on a date,but she had just one rule...If her beloved cat,Binx, did not like you, you did not get a chance.

Y/N and Binx had been together since Y/N adopted him at the homeless shelter about two years ago. He was just a kitten and she could not believe anyone could ever just abandon such an amazing and loving kitten...she slowly understood why when anyone other than Y/N was around.Binx really didn’t like many people.He had this sense that could just sense a bad soul,and since Y/N was not really ready for a relationship(and most of the guys that asked her on dates seem like complete jerks anyway) she thought involving Binx would the perfect idea.

Julie and the Phantoms and just got back into town from their summer tour,Stand Tall,all ready to go hime and finally sleep in their respective beds,when Alex had other ideas.

“Guys we should go celebrate... We just finished our first tour..”He laughed while wrapping his arms around Luke and Julies shoulders.

“No offense Lex...” Julie trails off,not wanting to hurt the boy”but I really just want to crawl into my own bed and fall asleep....”

“Me too...” Luke ruffles Alex’s hair and smiled at him” We can go celebrate tomorrow!promise”

Alex just nods then looks over at Reggie who was already changed out of his coming home clothes and into going out on the town clothes

“Well are you going to change?” Reggie laughs waiting on Alex

Alex jumps excitedly and runs to his room, the boys being all adopted by Ray,getting ready for his and Reggie’s post-tour celebration.Reggie just laughs and shakes his head a little at how excited his best friend is and looks at his other two band mates and technically siblings

“ You two better be asleep like you said when we get home or I will person find a way to make your life horrible for not hanging out with Alex “ he threatens.Now did he really mean it?No.Did they know this?Yes. Did they pretend to be scared so they wouldn’t hurt Reggie?100%

Alex shortly returned,of course with his signature Fanny pack (filled with snacks), and the two boys were off to who knows what on the town. They were celebrating. The boys started with getting Burgers at their favorite little diner downtown followed by milkshakes. After going to the arcade and the beach,they decided to go home.Celebrating the tour just wasn’t as fun without their lead singers with them.

As they were on their way home,Reggie saw a small street cat and started walking towards it. It was very cold out,and he was going to lay his flannel down so the kitty wouldn’t be freezing out.

“Reg!What are you doing? That thing could have rabies!” Alex whisper shouted desperately trying to get Reggie to come back,his mind thinking the worse.That cat was going to attack his best friend and Reggie was going to die right then from a street cat.In Alex’s defense,he was just worried about his best friend.

Reggie just shakes his head laughing walking up to the car smiling”Hi cutie” he reaches his hand out surprised when the cat walks over to him and tries crawling in his lap”Well aren’t you the cutest little thing”Reggie smiles sitting on the sidewalk and letting the cat crawl into his lap and giving the cat chin scratches,as the cat starts purring happily

“Reginald,get over here! You don’t know what kind of diseases that cat has” Alex still desperate to get Reggie back before something happens doesn’t notice that the house they are in front of lights come on and a young girl about their age steps out on the porch watches them. She was upset yes that somebody who doesn’t even know her cat would think Binx had diseases,but she understood. Not everyone liked cats.

“I would so totally take you home if I could little one.. but Luke’s allergic to cats” Reggie pouts bunching up his flannel into a makeshift bed for the cat in his lap” I promise I’ll be back tomorrow with food and an actual bed for you.. but shh don’t tell Mr.Grumpypants over there” he whispers to the cat laughing a little before placing the cat in the makeshift bed smiling “ I’ll be back tomorrow sweet one.. please be safe okay?”

Y/N watched from her porch and smiled,She had never seen anyone interact with Binx in that way..and she knew Reggie would be the one.. She just really hoped Reggie actually did come back.

“Come on Binx,inside now” Y/N called out “It’s time for your dinner” she smiled and watched as her pride and joy ran into the house carrying Reggies flannel and dropping it at his moms feet” thank you Love” she bends down and pets her cats head before he runs off and goes to eat his canned dinner.She just goes to her room and dreams of the cute boy she saw interacting with her cat.

@calamitykaty

#julie and the phantoms #jatp imagine #reggie jatp

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s-jatpfic · 4 years ago

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f - x female reader; n - x gender neutral reader (no pronouns); m - male reader

1995

Dating sunset curve:

Reggie (n)

Alex (m)

Luke (f)

Reggie on your period (n)

Alex on your period (n)

Luke on your period (n)

Reggie

Worse, pt. two: bobby centered

Bro (n) (personal favorite i guess but some typos tho)

Oh damn Reginald (f)

Bookworm (n)

I love you (n) (coming)

Alex

I like men too (f)

You´re not my brother but thanks (n)

No I- I love you (m) (coming)

Luke

My Name Is L.U.K.E. (coming)

hotel pool (f) (coming)

Phantoms

stargazing (n) (coming)

misfit (f) (coming)

Alex x Reggie

Reggie and Alex smoking (personal favorite)

No one likes broccoli (coming)

Green (masterlist); some kind of separate reality. (personal favorit)

Alex x Luke

I very specifically like Luke, no lovebirds (two parted)

Alex girlfriend (coming)

Bobby x Reggie

I need to hear that out of your mouth (personal favorite)

2020

Reggie

Soulmate AU (coming)

Alex

fannypack

Alex‘ niece (coming)

Carrie

At least I‘ve got someone to count on (f) (coming)

All eyes on me (f) coming

Alex x Luke

You‘re still a very special person in my life (requested)

You kissed Reggie (personal favorite)

Interactive Crime Story (privat)

Part one; Beginning/the facts

Part two; Interogating Carrie, Luke and Flynn

Part three; Evidence

Part four; Talking to the coroner

Part five; Talking to the suspects

Part six; Last defense

Part seven (have a really bad written version of that so dm me if you want to have it lol. hadn’t had the time to put it into words yet)

Headcanons

the further down the less quality to expect

How sunset curve was formed: pt. 1; pt. 2

Owen Joyner x Charlie Gillespie

Reggies coming out or something like that

the jatp people and their favorite social media app

Julie and the Phantoms instagram accounts

the sunset curve boys as 5sos albums

duets i need in jatp s2

the jatp guys as pickup lines my ex thought were good

the boys sleepwear

Theories (privat)

WTF is up with Caleb

Bright (Luke x Alex)

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I posted 410 times in 2021

135 posts created (33%)

275 posts reblogged (67%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 2.0 posts.

I added 471 tags in 2021

#marvel - 112 posts

#loki - 78 posts

#loki laufeyson - 49 posts

#mcu - 40 posts

#bucky barnes - 38 posts

#loki series - 38 posts

#sebastian stan - 37 posts

#damiano david - 29 posts

#loki spoilers - 27 posts

#loki odinson - 23 posts

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#brought to you by: me reading a fic and screaming and thinking ab what i’d say if my mom asked why i was screaming and how if it were my kid

My Top Posts in 2021

three years of you. — cruel summer

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader

Main Masterlist — 3yrs Masterlist

Summary: three years is a lot of time to get to know someone. you can even learn the way that people think, but it isn’t always a good thing. (Part 2)

Word Count: ≈2.8k

Warnings: some cursing, mentions of a fetus on a plane.

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Devastation— severe and overwhelming shock or grief.

Devastation— that’s what Damiano felt.

His partner of three years had left to go back to Los Angeles. You didn’t even say goodbye. You only left a note.

Damiano was severely overwhelmed with shock. Or was it grief?

Regardless, Damiano felt as if a knife struck through his heart. He cried. A lot.

He had to get to the studio. The band was still recording the album. He just felt like he couldn’t bring himself to do anything. But, the thing is, you couldn’t either.

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Hey, is everything ok between you and Dami? she texted.

No.

What’s going on?

I’m going back home, Vic. The plane just landed.

Wait, you did what?

I’m getting off the plane, I’ll text you when I’m at Alex’s.

While she had the time on her hands, Victoria was going to try and pry the information out of him— just so she can get an idea of what’s going on.

“Dami,” she called out after he announced a small break for the band. “How are you?”

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95 notes • Posted 2021-08-25 15:24:10 GMT

three years of you. masterlist

Main Masterlist

Last Updated: September 28th, 2021

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader

Summary: After a horrible falling out with someone whom everyone thought was an angel, you decide to take matters into your own hands. Even if that means calling out the devil.

inspiration from Love Me or Leave Me by @literallymitch

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(1) i love you.

(2) cruel summer.

(3) tear myself apart.

(4) good 4 u.

104 notes • Posted 2021-07-28 23:01:30 GMT

No Need To Worry — B.B.

40s!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

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Summary: After Bucky and the other soldiers were rescued, Bucky, Steve, and some of the other soldiers went to a bar to relax. Who would’ve thought that a few beers could turn into something more? (3rd Person POV)

Word Count: ≈5.1k (wha-😃)

Warnings: extreme fluff, cursing, it gets a little spicy but also doesn’t at the same time, sorta alludes to loss of virginities, alcohol consumption, Bucky gets upset at reader but nothing too crazy happens, sadness (If i missed anything, please tell me!)

A/N: This one-shot is for @startrekkingaroundasgard ‘s writing challenge. I had sooo much fun writing this. It was originally supposed to be smut, but I chickened out lmao. I hope you enjoy this regardless, though! (I added the picture prompt for the header thing— if you don’t want it there, just tell me and i’ll remove it)

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Steve Rogers had just gotten some-400 men out of the hands of German scientists. They were so relieved to have been saved after quite a few weeks of being Prisoners of War. After returning to America, Steve wanted to go back and take down HYDRA. So, he took on the responsibility to assemble a team to go with him.

“See,” Bucky said to Steve, who was walking over to the bar. He had just convinced a couple of guys to join him going back to Germany. All they needed were a couple beers and were drawn-in immediately. “They’re all idiots.”

“How about you?” Steve asked, “You ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?”

“Hell no. That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb not to run away from a fight… I’m following him,” Bucky replied, earning a small grin from Steve. “But, you’re keeping the outfit, right?”

“You know what? It’s kinda growing on me.”

“Well I think it looks remarkable, Captain Rogers,” a lady’s voice said, putting an arm around the two boys. Steve and Bucky turned their heads slightly and were met with a familiar face. “Hello, boys.”

“Y/N!” Steve exclaimed, standing up to give her a hug. “Surprised to see you here. Bars aren’t really your thing.”

“Well, they are when I know my two idiot friends just came back from a war. Speaking of,” she slapped Bucky’s shoulder, “don’t scare me like that, Barnes. Becky had me thinking you were dead.” He smiled sadly and stood up to hug her too.

“My bad, doll. Next time, I’ll make sure to write,” he wittily replied. She scoffed and sat down in between the two boys. “And, by the way, if you’re calling Steve ‘Captain’, then you get to call me ‘Sergeant’. Understood?”

“Yes, Sarge,” she replied while saluting him, making the two boys laugh. The soldiers Steve recruited had been singing quite loudly for the last few minutes, and it came as a surprise when the singing ceased. Steve, Y/N, and Bucky turned their heads to the doorway and saw the one and only Agent Peggy Carter. She was dressed in a beautiful red dress— something that no one would normally see her in. No wonder the boys stopped singing; they were in awe.

The boys stood up when she walked in, and Y/N stayed sitting in her chair, unsure of what she was supposed to do.

“Captain,” Peggy greeted.

“Agent Carter,” greeted Steve.

“Ma’am,” said Bucky. Peggy looked at the girl sitting at the bar, knowing who she was, and waved at her. Y/N waved back and gave her a nice little grin.

“Howard has some equipment for you to try. Tomorrow morning?” she asked Steve.

“Sounds good.” Steve was eyeing her, and both Y/N and Bucky picked up on it. Though, Bucky was more focused on Peggy himself to really give it a second thought.

“I see your top squad is prepping for duty.”

“You don’t like music?”

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did y’all have a Jelsa phase, or was that just me?

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three years of you. — i love you.

Damiano David x GN!Musician!Reader series

Main Masterlist — 3yrs Masterlist

Summary: a late-night argument turned into a mess he couldn’t fix with a simple, ‘sorry.’ (Part 1)

Word Count: ≈3k

Warnings: angst, some cursing, Victoria being a supportive bestie (tell me if i missed anything) *Part One in a series*

A/N: i don’t know Italian whatsoever, so any phrases that i used have a crazy chance of being wrong— that’s on me. if i did mess anything up, please tell me. Also, this isn’t really proofread 😬

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The crowd was screaming. It was probably one of the loudest crowds you had seen. Your smile grew across your face and the adrenaline started kicking in. Your heart was racing. Maybe it was just nerves from performing— that’s normal, right?

You took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, calming yourself. Slowly, you moved the microphone up to your mouth, opening it to say…

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“Damiano talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about!”

Your boyfriend had come home late, again. Of course, given the fact that he was working on another album, he was going to be stressed and he was going to come home late. That was normal, especially for the way Damiano works. But, recently, he had been distant from you, which was odd. For the three and a half years you two were together, him being distant never happened. So, when the time came, you grew concerned

“You never have anything to talk about,” you snapped back. “Everyday for weeks on end, you’re at the studio, and you come home at ungodly hours to not even acknowledge the fact that I exist. And, I know that you’re busy, but it would be nice to have my boyfriend back every once in a while!”

“You really think that?” Damiano asked, almost offended

“Yes.”

“The only reason I have to ignore you right now is because you’re being a selfish, ignorant bitch!” He yelled, storming off into your shared bedroom. You stayed in the living space, pissed off and upset at Damiano, when you heard shuffling in the room. You looked down into the hallway and saw Damiano rummaging through his drawer for some clothes.

“What are you doing?” You asked, walking closer to the bedroom.

“Sleeping in the extra bedroom. You obviously hate me right now, so I don’t want to be more of a burden to you. I’m grabbing clothes so you won’t have to see me in the morning. I’ll leave before you wake up— you won’t even know I was here,” he explained, not making any eye contact with you. He had all of his clothes in hand and some of his bathroom items, and exited the bed teem and stormed into the guest bedroom down the hall. You watched him as he did so, and when he closed the door, tears started forming in your eyes. Sighing, you walked into the room again, and closed the door behind you. You walked over to the bed and went under the covers, and started bawling. You tried not to make too much noise, since Damiano was probably trying to sleep. However, after a few minutes of sobbing and sniffling, you could hear a few whimpers from the guest bedroom— you immediately knew it was Damiano. You didn’t have the energy or forgiveness at the moment to walk in there and comfort him.

Eventually, you did end up falling asleep for quite awhile. You woke up around noon, and it was the best sleep you had gotten in a while. After eating and brushing your teeth— not even bothering to change out of your pajamas— you pulled out your phone and opened up Victoria’s contact to message her.

call me when you’re on break

ok, is everything fine?

yeah, i just need to talk :)

You closed your phone and set it down on the kitchen table, getting back to work. You were emailing your manager, since your band wanted to start recording another album. Everyone was trying to work out a start date, so they don’t plan a lot for the next upcoming months.

About an hour and a half after you texted Victoria, she called.

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188 notes • Posted 2021-07-28 23:00:02 GMT

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