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happyyyandcrazyyy · 3 years ago

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fake boyfriend (ricky bowen x reader)

summary: in which (y/n) asks ricky to pretend to be her boyfriend and that makes hidden feelings slip out.

prompt: “can you pretend to be my boyfriend? it’ll be fifteen minutes tops.”

extra pairing: luke patterson x platonic!reader

warnings: underage drinking, kissing(?)

gif’s not mine.

This is what I get for lying, (Y/N) thought to herself as she scrambled around the party desperately looking for her best friend.

She walked past a couple making out in the corner of the living room, nose scrunching up in disgust as she got a glimpse of the sloppy kiss. It was loud, music blasting at full volume and voices that could barely be heard over the thumping of the base (she wondered if the neighbors would complain about that). A cheer erupted from the kitchen and she turned her head around to see two girls celebrating they’d gotten the little white ball inside the red cup, they were close to winning the round of cup pong. (Y/N) bumped past dancing teenagers, apologizing halfheartedly. She held a red cup in her hand, carefully raising it over her head as she moved past people, trying her best not to spill the content. She wished she could just sit back and enjoy her drink, instead she found herself avoiding Bobby Wilson.

At the distance she saw Luke Patterson, her childhood best friend, talking to Julie Molina.

She smirked as she watched them interact. They were unbelievably adorable. (Y/N) knew Luke had the biggest crush on Julie, even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself. She knew Luke like the back of her hand and his adoration for the younger girl was evident in the way he spoke about her and how absolutely smitten he looked at the moment.

Feeling eyes on him Luke turned around to meet her eyes. She glared at him, half playful, half serious. All it took was a single look of her face to notice the slight annoyance and Luke immediately knew the reason behind it. The idiot had the audacity of chuckling.

This was all his fault and he was laughing.

Such an ass, honestly.

She rolled her eyes and cursed him in her mind, flipping him off as she did. He responded with a smirk. She wasn’t truly mad, over the years she’d come to learn and accept that she could never be truly upset at Luke, and he was well aware of that.

Luke didn’t feel particularly guilty. When he’d suggested introducing (Y/N) to his band mates he’d done it without ulterior motives (she would counter that he’d known about Bobby’s crush on her and was therefore responsible for her current situation, he would shot back that she’d been the one to lie).

Truth to be told (Y/N) had been pretty excited when Luke had suggested that she meet his friends. She’d known Patterson since they’d both been in diapers, they’d grown up together and there wasn’t a moment of her life that she couldn’t remember him being around, but attending different schools meant that they had different groups of friends. Now, that was cool and all (after all, Luke was like that annoying little brother that you just can’t shake off and she was certain that if they’d had the same friends they both would’ve exploded) but lately he’d been talking a lot about his new band, Sunset Curve, and she’d been dying to meet them. She wondered if they would have embarrassing stories about Luke which she could use to tease him.

They were all incredible people. Alex was incredibly sweet and sassy, Reggie was incredibly funny and Bobby had an incredibly evident crush on her. It was so obvious it was almost painfully uncomfortable. Luke would later let her know that Bobby had been asking about her ever since he’d seen the picture of them together at (Y/N)’s mom’s wedding.

Now, (Y/N) liked Bobby just fine— he was a nice guy, much like Alex and Reggie —but she wasn’t interested in him in a romantic way. She had told him that, trying to let him down as gently as possible, but he seemed fixed on the idea that he could make her change her mind.

Being absolutely done with his shameless flirting she had resorted to her last option: lying. And not only did she lie but she did it like a pro, slowly introducing the idea that she was seeing someone before, weeks later, announcing that she now officially had a boyfriend.

Luke had snorted, she had elbowed him hard in the gut and Bobby had finally backed off.

She never expected to be forced to introduce her invisible and completely nonexistent boyfriend to Luke’s friend. But EJ’s parents were out of town and he’d asked Alex if Sunset Curve could play for his birthday and when people from both East High and Los Feliz had heard the band was playing a massive party had been formed. Bobby had jumped at the opportunity of meeting her boyfriend in this gigantic get together, she had given him a tight lipped smile and a nod and Luke had smirked at her discomfort.

She hadn’t panicked much at first, at the end of the day she could just tell him that her ‘boyfriend’ was sick and wouldn’t be able to make it. Well, that possibility had gone out of the window the moment Luke decided to open his big mouth.

“Oh, he’ll be here,” Luke had informed Bobby as they got ready to go onstage, ignoring the glare (Y/N) sent his way and (somehow) managing to not flinch when she pinched him in the arm in an attempt to make him shut up. “He texted me, said he wouldn’t miss it.”

It was payback. She’d eaten his favorite cookies two days prior (even when he’d called dibs on them and tried to hide them at the back of the cupboard) and now she was paying for it.

In the midst of panicking an idea had popped into her head; she just needed someone to be her fake boyfriend for the night.

Brilliant plan, if she said so herself.

So now here she was after Sunset Curve’s performance, looking for the only person in the world that could pull off the ‘fake boyfriend’ role; Ricky Bowen.

(Y/N) had met Ricky while skateboarding. He’d stepped on her way as she was performing a trick, causing her to fall down and scrape her knees and hands in the process. She’d risen from the floor, eyes filled with rage, ready to exchange some words with the guy, but the apologetic look in his face had made the annoyance leave her body immediately. He’d offered to patch her up and later bought her an ice cream and they’d found themselves talking until the sun came down and she received a call from her mom urging her to come home. They’d been close friends ever since. She’d been through ups and downs with him; from Nini’s breakup and his whole attempt to get her back (which had ultimately failed as they both realized they were much better as friends than as a couple) to his parent’s divorce. Ricky trusted (Y/N) more than he trusted anyone else, even Big Red, and he knew her inside out; he knew she liked to cuddle while watching movies and that she hated mixing sweet and sour, he knew she danced around in her room whenever she was feeling sad and that she was actually much more sensible that she let on. It was only natural that (Y/N)’s mind immediately drifted to Ricky Bowen (as it always did), there was no one who would be able to pull off the fake boyfriend role other than him.

She finally spotted him at the distance and she felt her shoulder relax. Then, from her sideways vision she saw Bobby Wilson making his way around the room, eyes darting around as if looking for someone. (Y/N) ducked her head and quickly made her way towards her friend.

“Hi, Gina,” (Y/N) greeted the younger girl who was making small conversation with Ricky. The girl nodded her head and sent a smile her way as a response, opening her mouth to ask (Y/N) why she looked so out of breath before being interrupted. “I’m taking him with me for a while, hope you don’t mind.” (Y/N) grabbed Ricky by the elbow and started walking away. The older boy looked confused, eyebrows furring but he allowed his friend to pull him away.

“Bye, Gina!” she sent over her shoulder, words barely hearable over the loud music.

Gina only chuckled and sent a wave their way, always amused by (Y/N)’s vibrant personality.

(Y/N) kept on walking until she found a spot far away from the music and the people. She turned around and gave Ricky a smile, the same one she always gave him when she needed something from him.

“What do you want?” he asked as he looked down at her, voice teasing.

He knew her too well.

“Can you pretend to be my boyfriend? It’ll be fifteen minutes tops.”

It was quite obvious that the brown haired guy wasn’t expecting those words to fall from her mouth because his eyes became wide and he coughed out the drink on his mouth.

“Are you drunk?”

“Not even slightly tipsy.”

(Although she kind of wished she was.)

“Oh, you’re serious,” Ricky realized as he examined her face to look for any sort of indication that she was joking but she simply started expectantly back at him.

“Deadly,” she replied, stepping forward and grabbing him by the shoulders. “My life depends on this.”

He rolled his eyes, failing to hide the slight upward twitch of his lips at her dramatics.

“Why would you—” But he was interrupted when (Y/N), who was looking behind his shoulder, exclaimed “He’s coming!”

She looked up at him, slight amusement in her eyes. “You’re an actor, Bowen. I expect nothing but the best performance.”

Maybe he should’ve said no. He had a hard time keeping his feelings in check whenever she was around and now she was asking him to act upon them. But he could never deny her anything and so, even when he was perplexed and truly did not understood the situation, Ricky allowed himself to go along with (Y/N)’s plan.

He turned around when he heard someone call out, “(Y/N)! There you are! I’ve been looking around for you.”

Ricky wasn’t able to ignore the giddy feeling in his chest when her hand linked with his and she leaned into his side. He wasn’t able to ignore how he felt his heart flutter, either. It was truly appalling, really, that (Y/N) hadn’t realized yet just how much he cared for her. He thought he was fairly obvious.

“Hey, Bobby,” she replied with enthusiasm but Ricky could hear beyond the superficial tone. Whoever this dude was, (Y/N) was truly exasperated with him.

“You must be the boyfriend,” Bobby said as he finally turned to acknowledge Ricky.

Ricky didn’t miss the way he sneered a little when he pronounced the last word. It vexed him in a way it probably shouldn’t have.

“I am,” he replied, offering a forced smile.

Sensing the tense environment (Y/N) spoke up once more.

“Bobby, this is Ricky Bowen, my boyfriend as you already know,” and there was no ounce of hesitation in the way she introduced him. He couldn’t help but smile, even if it wasn’t real. She turned towards him. “Ricky, this is Bobby Wilson, he’s one of Luke’s bandmates.”

Ricky watched the way this guy looked her up and down quickly before finally turning to look at him.

“Nice to meet you, man.”

He pressed his lips together, ignoring the way he felt his chest tightened by the way Bobby looked at his girl.

Ricky let go of (Y/N)’s hand and hugged her around her shoulder, pressing her close to her side. She hid her confusion and immediately wrapped her arm around his waist, comfortably leaning her head in his chest. (Y/N) wondered if he had always felt this warm, if his touch had always been this calming. Maybe she’d never realized it before because she’d always maintained a certain distance from Ricky, strictly friends and just that. This act was making things crumble down slowly. She ignored the way her heart raced when he started rubbing his hand up and down his shoulder. Maybe she should’ve asked EJ to pretend to be her boyfriend, at least then she wouldn’t have been toying around with her own feelings.

“Yeah, you too,” Ricky finally responded.

(Y/N) reckoned they couldn’t have sounded less sincere even if they tried.

She looked up at him, trying to see if she could catch a glimpse of what he was feeling in his eyes and Ricky’s face immediately softened.

Bobby watched the interchange with confusion. He had been certain that (Y/N)’s boyfriend wasn’t real, that he was something she had created to make him back off. And he planned on backing off completely, but not before getting her to admit that she did not actually have a boyfriend. But now, watching the ease in which the couple acted with one another, catching the glimpse of protectiveness in her boyfriend’s eyes and how she seemed to soften with his touch, he wondered if perhaps the relationship was true and he’d been wrong.

The Sunset Curve boy decided to test it out.

“So, how long have you guys been dating?” he asked, trying to play it out as if he was just curious and not trying to catch them in a lie.

“A month,” they replied simultaneously, finally looking away from each other. They were so in sync with their reply that it would’ve been impossible to know that they’d just been lucky they’d said the exact same thing. Maybe it’d been just that, luck, or perhaps they were so in tune with each other that they’d managed to catch a sense of the other’s thoughts.

“And how did you meet?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, catching on what he was trying to do.

“I told you, Bobby. We met while skateboarding,” she responded, fingers absentmindedly playing with the lower part of Ricky’s sweater.

“Oh, yeah. That’s true. He made you fall right?” The condescending tone he used made Ricky’s blood boil and it was almost as if (Y/N) could sense him losing his temper because she moved in front of him, resting her back against his chest and wrapping his arms around her waist. It was a way to calm him down but also a strategical move to place herself between the both of them to prevent anyone from throwing punches. He took a deep breath and took a reign on his emotions. Ricky wasn’t quite sure why he was so utterly and completely enraged by this dude’s presence. Perhaps it had something to do with the way Bobby looked at (Y/N) or the tone he used. Either way it irked him beyond belief.

“I did,” he responded smoothly, eyes never leaving Bobby’s as his hand went up to tuck a piece of (Y/N)’s hair behind her ear. “But I bought her ice cream after that.”

(Y/N) turned her head to look up at him and she offered him a kind smile, the ones that always made Ricky’s heart speed up. “That you did, and all was forgiven.” And it wasn’t until that moment, as she looked into his brown eyes that she realized something. Every time she’d spoken about this nonexistent, very false boyfriend to the Sunset Curve boys she’d unconsciously used her memories with Ricky. She didn’t have time to even wonder what that meant because soon enough Bobby was asking yet another question.

It was obvious that Ricky was getting annoyed by how Bobby seemed to be questioning their relationship, which of course was fake but still. It irritated him that this guy wouldn’t let (Y/N) and him alone.

His grip of (Y/N)’s waist tightened just enough for her to know that he was getting winded up and she was about to cut Bobby off when Luke appeared from behind the boy, patting him in the back.

“Hey, Bobby! I see you met the boyfriend.” He had a look of delight in his eyes, as if watching his childhood best friend in this situation amused him. She sent him a discreet evil glare and he just winked back.

Luke nodded at Ricky, “Bowen.”

“Patterson,” he replied before fistbumping him.

Bobby’s face fell as the confirmation of the veracity of their relationship appeared in the form of the lead singer of his band.

“You better be treating her right,” Luke told Ricky. With the tone he used it might’ve sounded as if he was joking, but (Y/N) caught the glint of protectiveness in his eyes. He did know they were only pretending to be dating, right?

(Perhaps, Luke saw more to the relationship than either of them did.)

“Always,” was Ricky’s reply as he squeezed her hand softly.

She tried to pretend she didn’t blush when she heard those words. She’d told him to deliver a great performance and that was exactly what he was doing, nothing more than that.

Content with the response, Luke turned his attention to his friend, “Let’s leave these lovebirds alone, shall we?” And with that he steered Bobby away from the couple.

As soon as they were left alone both of them relaxed immediately, shoulders dropping.

(Y/N) turned around in his arms. They were close, close enough that if she were to stand on her tippy toes and raise her chin their lips would’ve touched. She should’ve felt somewhat awkward, she had never been this close to him before and her heart felt like it was ready to burst out of her chest, but there was nothing but serenity. Even his hands around her waist felt right.

“Thank you,” she whispered to him, smiling softly. “I owe you.”

He shook his head, softly replying, “You don’t owe me anything, bubs. I know you’d do the same for me.”

She would have. She would’ve done anything for him, really.

“Wanna go outside?” she asked him, eyes never once leaving his.

He nodded, dropping his hold on her waist and offering his hand. She’d never held hand with him before, she realized as she intertwined their fingers together. Their hands fitted perfectly against each other, it felt as if they were just meant to be together.

They stepped outside into the cold night, sneaking out of the kitchen, dodging people and laughing at Carlos who was giving his audience a proper show as he danced on the dining table. She shivered and he took of his coat, placing it around her shoulders. She’d gently pushed him with her shoulder as a thank you, sitting down at his side on the stairs by the end of the porch.

“Are you going to explain or...?” Ricky asked, breaking the silence of the night. From where they sat the music could still be heard, but it was nothing more than background noise to them. They were in their own little bubble, separated from everything that surrounded them.

(Y/N) sighed, rolling her eyes.

“He’s been trying to get me to go out on a date with him for the longest time,” she said, rubbing her hands together to create some heat. “I told him I wasn’t interested but he wouldn’t listen so I just created this boyfriend to make him back off.”

“Of course you did,” Ricky replied with a laugh.

(Y/N) turned around to look at him, eyebrows raising in amusement, “Well it worked!”

He shook his head, chuckling, “No, it didn’t. If Patterson hadn’t arrived we would still be in there being grilled about our relationship.”

Our relationship.

“Fair point.”

They fell into silence again. She kept on rubbing her hands together and so he took them into his hands, warming them up. He’d done that before but for some reason it felt different this time. Maybe it had something to do with the tension that laid in the air between them, maybe today she wasn’t as good at pretending her heart beat only for him.

“Why didn’t you go out with him?” he asked, looking up from her hands to look at her eyes.

In that moment (Y/N) wondered if he knew. Perhaps he knew that the reason she’d spent months turning Bobby Wilson down had something to do with the way her heart raced whenever he was around and the way she sometimes dreamed of kissing his lips. She wondered if he knew that she’d tried to keep their relationship as nothing more than a friendship— even when it hurt to see him pining after Nini or kissing someone else’s lips —because she was too scared of losing him, frightened that he wouldn’t reciprocate the feelings.

She opened her mouth but he beat her to it.

“You like someone else.”

It wasn’t posed as a question but rather a statement. He truly did know her better than anyone else, perhaps even better than Luke did.

(Y/N) had never lied to Ricky and she didn’t intend on starting now, so she replied with a simple, “Yep.” Then, she took a sip of her red cup and looked away, not offering any sort of extra explanation.

Ricky tugged her by the elbow, trying to regain her attention as he tried to brush aside the small pain in his chest.

“Well, that’s— uh— that’s great,” he offered and she only huffed in response.

“I wouldn’t put it that way.”

He frowned, watching as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Not being able to deal with the curiosity, he found himself voicing his thoughts, “Why not?”

She made a sound with her tongue, debating just how much she should tell him. If she had been sober she probably wouldn’t have said one more word, but there was alcohol running through her veins and that tended to make her speak more than she should.

“It would ruin our friendship,” she replied after a hot minute, not turning around to look at him.

“You like Luke?!”

She choked on her drink, bursting out laughing.

“What? No! Gross!”

She faced him and the serious look on his face only made her laugh more.

Luke?

God, no. He was like a brother. She’d bathed with him when they were toddlers, watched him eat boogers and chase around insects. She loved him with all her heart but it was purely platonic.

Once the laughter died down, she turned around to face him once more. Ricky looked like a lost puppy, eyebrows furred and nose scrunched up. It was adorable and she couldn’t help but letting out a mumble,

“Oh my God, you truly are an idiot.”

He looked like he was about to protest but she beat him to it this time. She’d been keeping this to herself for a long time and the fear of rejection seemed to evaporate with the alcohol. Many things could go wrong, she could potentially lose his friendship, but she wasn’t an overthinker when tipsy.

“I like you, dumbass.”

Ricky froze, as if he had expected everything but that.

He stayed quiet, processing what he had just heard.

The anxiety started to rise when a minute went by and he still hadn’t said a word.

“Ricky?” she asked, a tiny bit of fear laced in her voice.

It seemed as if her words snapped him out of whichever daze he was in. With a stunned look on his face, he managed to speak up, “You do?” He sounded as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing.

“Yeah,” she responded in a soft manner. When he didn’t offer any other words and his eyebrows furrowed again she started to ramble, “Look, before you go on and tell me that you don’t like me and we should just stay friends I would like to say that— ”

His lips interrupted her midsentence.

The action took her by surprise but she kissed back without a thought. His hand went to cup her face, thumbs caressing her cheeks and she grabbed his biceps, trying to anchor herself to something, to him. She couldn’t quite believe this was happening. He was kissing her, she was kissing him. It felt as if time stopped for a moment and all that her mind could concentrate on was Ricky and only him.

Maybe, if he had thought about the possibility of this kiss ruining their friendship, he would’ve dropped his hand from her skin, he wouldn’t have pressed her closer to him. But he was slightly tipsy as well and he was optimistic by nature. He wanted this, he wanted her, with everything in his being.

Eventually they pulled away for air, foreheads resting against each other. She moved back first, searching his eyes and only finding bliss and adoration.

“So you like me too, huh?” she said, in an uncharacteristic shy and dazed way.

He couldn’t help but chuckle, his hands were still on her face and so he pulled her in for a forehead kiss. “I kiss you like that and you still ask me if I like you?”

She smiled, the kind of smile that brought him down to his knees, the one she always gave him when she wanted something from him.

“What do you want now?” he asked, amusement dancing around in his eyes.

“Wanna be my boyfriend? It’ll be for the rest of your life tops.”

Such a cheeky little thing she was.

He smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.

“I would love to.”

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shmaptainwrites · 4 years ago

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𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 [𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒]

PAIRINGS — Reggie Peters x fem!Reader

SUMMARY — The gang decides to have a sleepover and spend some time in a day where life is really crazy.

WARNINGS — maybe a minor swear or two, but i tried to keep it family friendly

NOTE — this is my submission for the first day of reggie appreciation week! i’m super excited to be giving you guys some new content over the next seven days. today’s theme was quotes and the one i chose was “I always thought that quicksand was going to be a much bigger problem than it turned out to be.” happy reading!

“Mom I’m gonna be fine,” you insisted, waving your hand dismissively while you packed a bag. “Emily will be around and it’s just the boys,”

“I know,” your mother sighed and scratched her head. “Just keep safe and remind the boys to as well,”

“I will you nodded,” slinging your bag over your shoulder and grabbing your guitar on the way out in case the boys decided to have a jam session.

“Who’s coming to pick you up?” your mother asked.

“Alex and Reggie,” you said while sliding down the railing. “I’ll be back sometime tomorrow,”

“Love you!” your mom called back in a rushed confusion.

“Love you too!” you slammed the door and waved happily at Reggie and Alex who were parked outside of your driveway.

“(N/N), what’s up,” Alex grinned back at you while turning the keys in the ignition.

“Nothing much, how about you?”

“Well I mean we did see each other like three hours ago so the most interesting thing that’s happened since then is I saw Reggie get stuck in a revolving door, but that happens at least once a month.”

“I know, but hey!” Reggie feigned offence and you laughed at the boys.

“How about you Reggie? Excited for tonight? It’s been ages since we’ve done this,”

“It sure has,” Reggie nodded in agreement. ‘It’s quite possible I forgot to pack clothes and just brought food, but Luke will have something I can borrow,”

“You guys are really something else,” you rolled your eyes and sat back in the middle seat, not really bothering to put your seatbelt on.

Alex popped in a CD and Reggie turned up the volume, blasting the music as you sped down the streets to Luke’s place.

When you arrived at the small home you were greeted warmly by Emily who brought each of you in for a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. She was like a mom to all of you, Luke’s house had just become the general gathering place. And even though she butted heads with her son and his choices on occasion everyone knew they loved each other deeply.

“Looking wonderful as ever Mrs. Patterson,” Reggie smiled after giving her a hug.

“Why am I not surprised he’s such a mom friend?” Bobby asked while making his way from the hallway into the living room.

Reggie stuck his tongue out at Bobby and said, “You’re only saying that because you’re jealous I’m Em’s favourite,”

“Okay pretty sure I’m her favourite,” Luke added while coming into the room. “You guys ready? I’ve got some games set up in my room,”

“And dinner will be ready at six so don’t be late otherwise I might have to eat all the pizza,”

“Emily you’re an angel,” Reggie grinned and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Alright now shoo you guys,” she waved her hands, prompting you all to drag your things into Luke’s room, piling up the bags in one corner and the instruments in another.

“Okay I’m calling it, we do Monopoly first,” you said, pulling out the game from Luke’s closet.

You had all been there so many times it was practically your collective room.

Luke’s parents had even allowed him to move into the larger room when it seemed his old one was too small to hold all five of you.

“I want the dog!” Reggie bolted for the pieces, grabbing the bag out of your hands and snatching the small metal dog.

“And I will take the trash,” Bobby nodded, “Cause that's where I belong,”

“You do know that’s a thimble,” Alex noted and Bobby replied with an obscene gesture.

“I’ll take the car,” Luke nodded.

“I’m good with the boot,” Alex said, motioning for Luke to pass him the figure.

“I’ll take the iron then,” you said, taking the bag from Luke. “You know these are really random. It’s like someone looked at what was laying in and around their house and said: you know what these would make great game pieces.”

“You’re not wrong,” Reggie agreed with you while looking curiously at the small dog.

About an hour and a half into the game things were starting to get heated,

“Bobby you knew I was going for Reading Railroad you asshole!”

“Language honey!” Emily called from the kitchen.

“Well you snooze you lose Patterson,” Bobby grinned and Luke lunged towards him only to be stopped by Alex, but unfortunately taking out the whole board and messing up all the placements and cards in the process.

“Can someone lend me some money,” Reggie asked, puckering his lips and holding you his small stack of cash. “I have like 43 dollars,”

Meanwhile, you were sitting on your corner, piles of money surrounding you. It was so much you even had to borrow some from the game of life at one point, but it seemed as though it was becoming time to end the game and move onto something else.

The unanimous decision was to play the game of Life and save the non-board game activities for later in the night.

Let’s just say the gang had a track record of getting violent over games if that wasn’t already obvious.

“Oh my God, I have another baby!” Reggie grinned happily, placing his fifth or sixth child on the top of the car.

“What did you name this one?” Bobby asked, leaning back.

“Okay, so,” Reggie grinned, ready to give everyone a rundown of the names of all of the children in his car. “This is Jessica, she’s my oldest, absolute sweetheart and loves cooking, then there’s Elliot who’s such a drama geek, but we love him, Then there’s Carla and Sophiana who are twins, they hate each other, but are also very protective, and lastly here we have little Alexander, named after Alex because I felt like it,”

Alex placed a hand over his heart and cooed while the rest of you laughed.

“Guys dinner’s ready!” Emily called and Reggie was the first to abandon everything, even stepping over Luke and Bobby to get through the door.

“Reggie, relax babe,” you laughed, pushing yourself up and helping Luke and Bobby in the process.

“Have I ever told you how cute I think it is when you call us dumb pet names?” Bobby chuckled, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

It was true, Reggie was exclusively babe, Luke was honey, Alex was sweetie, and Bobby was darlin’.

“Someone might get the wrong impression and think I’m dating one of you guys,” you poked and Reggie came and attacked you with a hug from behind,

“I hope you tell them it’s me,” he said while pressing a smacking kiss to your cheek.

“We’ll see about that,” you teased.

Dinner was phenomenal as usual, Emily would always make her own pizzas from scratch and it was the comfort food for the band.

The meal was running quite smoothly until Bobby decided it would be a great idea to pick off a mushroom from his pizza, which Luke hated, and throw it in his direction, just not accounting for the fact you’d be leaning right in between the two, letting the mushroom smack you straight in the eye.

“Bobby!” you exclaimed.

“Sorry that was meant for Luke!” he apologized profusely,

“What?! For me?! After what you did?!” Luke exclaimed, grabbing his coca-cola and throwing it in Bobby’s face.

“Oh please God no,” Alex whispered.

“Food fight!” Bobby exclaimed and Emily didn’t even hesitate a second to get up, knowing it was no use to stop the teenagers.

“I hope you know you’re cleaning this up, Lucas! I was no wasted food!” she called.

“Got it mom!” he nodded, throwing a slice of pizza in Bobby’s direction, nailing him in the shoulder.

Reggie had since then decided to use you as a human shield, covering behind you.

“Stop using me as a shield Peters!” you exclaimed while you were getting caught in the crossfire of toppings and vegetables.

“Hey! I thought I was babe,” he pouted, turning you around to look at you.

“Not when you use me to deflect food you aren’t,”

Reggie instead, pulled you into his embrace, now shielding you from the incoming attacks.

“Guys!” Alex complained. “Come on we could be eating this!”

“It’s okay Reggie doesn’t care he can eat it,”

“I feel like I should be offended by that, but it’s true so I can’t be,” he admitted and you laughed.

After things died down you all got up, helping clean up the dining room.

Thank God it’s hardwood floors. You thought to yourself.

Luke suggested then you take things to the hot tub where you could all relax before slipping into bed and talking into the late hours of the morning.

You all agreed and took turns getting changed in the two washrooms. Luke tossed you a towel as you headed out the back door and the rest of the boys were hot on your tail, all slipping into the comfortable hot water.

Reggie seemed to think it was his duty to shield you from the prying eyes of Luke and Bobby, who to be perfectly honest weren’t even doing anything,

“Stop looking at my girlfriend you pervs!” he exclaimed, using his own body to hide yours.

“Reggie you do know I’m not your girlfriend,” you raised a brow.

“Not yet you aren’t gorgeous,” he winked at you and the boys laughed at his shenanigans.

“You also know we’ve seen (Y/N) in a bikini before,” Bobby added.

“Shame on you,” Reggie clicked his tongue before finally moving aside, but still wrapping his arms around you like a koala.

“Alex is there something wrong with your suit?” you asked as he had his hands awkwardly placed on his lap.

“N-No all good,” he insisted.

“Dude, come on, did it get small or something?” Luke asked.

Before Alex could say anything Boby swatted Alex’s hands away and his bathing suit filled with air from the jets, filling up like a balloon and Alex quickly tried to push the suit back down.

The boys burst into a fit of roaring laughter and you let out a chuckle as Alex’s beet-red face insisted.

“It’s not my fault guys!”

“Yeah doesn’t stop it from being funny,” Reggie continued to laugh.

As relaxing as the hot tub was you all had to leave before you increased your body temperatures too much and started to feel faint.

When you went inside you all changed into pyjamas and laid down on your respective mats and beds.

“You know,” Reggie started and the group groaned, already knowing what was coming. You just giggled, snuggling yourself further into his embrace. “I really thought quicksand was going to be a much bigger problem than it turned out to be,”

“Reggie I love you, but sometimes the things you say-,” you cut yourself off with your own laughter.

“No seriously though! You always see it in comics and cartoons and movies and when do you ever encounter it in real life. Almost never! Like why didn’t they warn us about the dangers of walking the street at night or something actually useful,”

“Cause what kids show is going to centre their plot around walking alone at night?” Alex added from the couch, tossing a ball up and down in the air.

“Guys I don’t mean to bring down the mood,” Bobby said, looking up at the ceiling. “but do you guys ever feel like there’s not really a place for us besides with each other? I-I mean that’s just kind of how I feel but I wasn’t sure if you guys did too,”

“No I get what you mean,” you nodded in agreement. “but I also don’t think that’s a bad thing, you guys are family,”

Alex nodded stiffly and seemed to be biting the inside of his cheek, Reggie noticed this and brought it up,

“Alex you alright man?”

Alex looked like he was about to nod his head, but shook it instead, choosing to be honest.

“What happened sweetie?” you asked gently and he stopped throwing his ball up in the air.

“I came out to my parents… it… it didn’t go as well as I hoped,” he explained, fighting back tears. “They just looked so disappointed.”

Reggie didn’t hesitate to push himself up from the mat, coming to join Alex on the couch and bringing his friend into a tight hug.

You, Bobby, and Luke joined not much longer after, hoping you could deliver some comfort to your friend. Alex was Alex, that hadn’t changed and you wondered why his parents couldn’t see that.

“You know I was having an existential crisis once,” Reggie started and Alex was already laughing through his tears knowing his friend was going to use some sort of random story to try and cheer him up. “See I couldn’t find the parmesan cheese and then I started freaking out, but it was just on the table,” Reggie nodded while Bobby gave him a punch in the arm.

“Reggie that’s not even funny,” you said, but couldn’t help yourself from laughing.

“Well, Alex thinks it’s hilarious and that’s all that matters,” Reggie added squeezing his friend tighter.

The group continued to speak a bit more about the heavy topics until their eyes became heavier than words and most of them fell asleep.

Reggie thought you wouldn’t notice as he quietly stood up and left the room, so you followed him, seeing him leave through the unlocked back door, sitting on the brick ledge in the backyard.

“You know you can’t escape that easy babe,” you said softly, causing him to turn around and notice you.

He chuckled softly while you slowly walked over to him, one hand in the pocket of your sweater, the other fixing his hair that had fallen in front of his eyes.

“Hey, Reg?”

“Mhmm,” he nodded, looking out at the soft city lights in the distance.

“I know you were deflecting with that whole cheese thing,” you said while seating yourself sideways in his lap.

“Oh really?” he asked and you nodded.

“Everyone else shared something, you just kind of stayed quiet,” you explained. “But you don’t have to if you don’t want to. You can always talk to me,”

There was a short period of silence, but then out of the blue Reggie decided to speak up,

“Sometimes I don’t wanna talk,” Reggie admitted, looking up at you. “Sometimes I just want someone to hold me, pretend my problems don’t exist. Just for a second,”

“Well I can do that too,” you nodded, turning yourself slightly so you could wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a hug.

You stayed there, you weren’t entirely sure how long, but when you pulled apart it was agonizingly slow, clear that both of you would have rather stayed in that position.

When Reggie’s cheek grazed against your own, your eyes couldn’t help but flick down to his lips, and you didn’t know if it was the exhaustion or the need to be close to him again, but you kissed him.

It was soft and not very long, but it felt warm and complete.

When you pulled back again, Reggie went to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, resting his forehead on yours.

Your mom had told you at the beginning of the night to stay safe, you were almost one hundred percent sure that wasn’t what she meant, but with Reggie, everything felt safe and that’s all that mattered.

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flannels-and-fannypacks · 4 years ago

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Will They Won’t They | Part 3/4 [Reggie Peters]

Pairing: Reggie Peters x fem!reader

Words: 5.7k

Summary: Reggie and reader were the best of friends up until middle school where they drifted apart and decided never to speak to each other again. What happens when a shared algebra class and a resulting detention force them to spend and increasing amount of time together. Will it be enough to overcome the mutual hate? Or was the relationship doomed from the start.

WARNINGS: swears, spicy dancing, ANGST

A/N: hey it’s drea in charge of posting again :) hope you all are doing well! if you enjoy this, please like, comment, and reblog! if you want to stay updated, dm us to be added to our taglist! sending my love <3 - drea :)

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The next morning, all the boys were refreshed and ready to start their practice. You, however, were upstairs in Rose’s room as she insisted on “dolling you up.”

“So,” Rose began as she brushed your hair out.

You rolled your eyes as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. You could almost see a difference in your appearance, and that had nothing to do with Rose’s magical abilities to style hair. You seemed happier, and your smile was...brighter. You haven’t seen that side of you since before middle school.

“I know it’s not just me who noticed it, but what happened there with you and country boy,” she gave you a light chuckle.

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently.

“What do you mean what do I mean?” Rose asked back confusingly. “You guys were just all close and not hating each other all of a sudden. What happened?”

“I don’t know,” you lied. “O-Our relationship is complicated, you know that. Somethings that happen now have been happening for a long time, if you know what I mean, and the only other person that knows about it is one of us,”

“So he just needed a friend?”

“Pretty much,” you nodded. “And I think he knew I needed one too, so for now we’re on civil terms,”

“It seems a bit more than civil to me,” Rose shrugged, turning you around so she could put on some eye shadow.

“Do we really have to do this?” you pointed to the makeup. “And yeah, it’s just civil,”

“It’s fun, come on!” she chuckled. “But you’re telling me you didn’t feel anything when he kissed you? Or when we found out that somehow you’d gotten paired with him in MASH?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head, unsure if you were lying to your friend or not, it didn’t even seem to be clear for you at the moment. “It was just a kiss on the forehead. Nothing else to it.”

“Alright, if you say so,” she shrugged right as the door swung open, revealing Luke entering the room and flopping down on the bed.

“Lady Bunny, what’s up? I miss you,” he smiled and you chuckled, rolling your eyes yet again, but this time in a more affectionate manner.

“Shouldn’t you be practicing? You guys have a gig coming up soon don’t you?”

“We’re on break, so I thought I’d come visit my daughter,”

“Well your daughter is fine so you can leave,” you said begrudgingly.

“Nope, not gonna happen lady bunny,” he shook his head as Rose finished your eyeshadow and grabbed your arm, throwing you over his shoulder like the first time you met him and headed downstairs and to the studio.

By this point you had learned not to fight it when Luke carried you, otherwise not only would he get hurt, but you had put yourself in grave danger more times than you would like to admit.

When you reached the studio Luke placed you down gently on the couch before grabbing his guitar and motioning or the boys to get ready.

“We’d like to dedicate this song to a special someone in the audience,” Alex started, talking into his mic.

“Someone whose face looks like that of a bunny,” Luke added.

“And has a mean sucker punch,” Bobby contributed.

“And is just overall a pretty terrible person,” Reggie finished and you couldn’t help but laugh along with Rose on the sidelines.

“So Lady Bunny, this one’s for you,” Luke said, pointing at you before looking back down at his guitar.

The rock beat started slowly, with a familiar choppy guitar beginning that sounded like maybe it should have been a bit softer, but even though they had barely started you already knew what they were playing.

Reggie came in shortly after on bass along with Alex on drums and Luke on lead guitar.

You tapped your foot along to the beat while Luke gave you a knowing look and started singing,

“When it began, I can’t begin to knowing, but then I know it’s growing strong,”

Reggie hopped in, taking over for the next part of the verse, “Was in the spring, then spring became the summer. Who’s have believed you’d come along,”

Now all the boys were joining in together for the pre chorus,

“Hand, touching hand. Reaching out. Touching me. Touching you! My sweet sunshine,”

“Ba! Ba! Ba!” you and Rose came in right on beat.

“Good times never seemed so good,” Luke sang effortlessly.

“I’ve been inclined,” Reggie started, leaving room for you and Rose to come in once more. “To believe they never would, but now I,”

As the boys continued to sing, Rose stood up and pulled you to your feet. Giggling, the girl danced energetically in the middle of the studio, gesturing for you to join.

“Dance, (N/N)!” she exclaimed, her voice slightly drowned out from the music. You blushed, slightly swaying to the music until Rose grabbed your hands and waved them around, making you laugh at how ridiculous you both probably looked. “You look like a robot,” she scolded. “Let loose! Feel the music run through you!”

Rolling your eyes, you decided to take your friend’s advice and loosen up a bit. The two of you swayed your hips, occasionally twirling each other or jumping up and down while screaming the lyrics.

The chorus was coming up once more only this time Luke took the lead from the boys, changing Caroline yet again only this time singing something along the lines of,

“Sweet child of mine!”

Causing you to exaggeratedly roll your eyes at him and not noticing the cord that was pulled taught and level with the ground. You shuffled into it, tripping and falling straight in the direction of Reggie and his ‘rock out zone’. Letting out a shriek, you staggered back and closed your eyes, prepared to feel the roughness of the ground, only to be met with a strong pair of arms.

Your eyes fluttered open to see a pair of blue-green eyes stare down at you, sheepishly smiling. The boys had stopped playing once they realized you fell, all of them watching you in his arms.

“Still the clumsiest dork I know, Cookie?” he asked in a teasing voice.

You flashed him a smile. “Always, Flicka,” you replied.

Reggie helped you up but his arms didn’t leave their hold around you. He was so close you could feel his warm breath on your nose and his blue green eyes staring deeply into your soul. His closeness melted away everything around you, it all became fuzz until Alex spoke up and said,

“...Guys?”

You blinked a few times and stepped away from Reggie smoothing out your clothes. Your mind was racing. Did that just happen? Why was your heart beating so rapidly? And dammit, why was Reggie looking at you with that smile of his?

“I-I’m just going to go out for a second, you guys keep going,” you insisted and quickly walked out of the studio. Reggie called out your name, but you brushed him off as you sped down the sidewalk.

You didn’t even know where you were going. You felt like you couldn’t breathe in that studio, and honestly all you wanted was to get out, to leave, to think about what just happened.

Back at Rose’s house Reggie was frozen in place. Had he done something wrong? He had just gotten you back, was it really going to be that easy to lose you again.

“Reggie are you okay?” Bobby asked and Reggie frowned, but more a frown of confusion.

“Can we maybe take five?” Reggie said quietly, looking over at Rose, if anyone knew what the hell just happened it would be her.

Rose, who seemed to understand the look on Reggie’s face, subtly pointed at the door to the house. The two went into the kitchen, where Reggie began to pace back and forth.

“What did I just do?” he questioned aloud. “What did I just say? What did I just think?”

Rose’s eyes followed the boy, only to sigh in discomfort. “You mind taking a seat before we talk?” she suggested. “Sorry, you’re making me dizzy.”

Reggie paused before taking a seat at the table, his knees bouncing up and down as continued to ramble. “Was it something I did wrong?” he asked Rose. “I-I mean I always joke with her. She’s always clumsy a-and we’ve danced before so it’s not like the close proximity could have scared her off, right? Right? Rose, please say something before I do something stupid.”

Rose winced. “How stupid?” she risked asking.

“Like climb your roof and look for her stupid.”

Rose took the seat across from Reggie, the boy calming down slightly. “Reggie honey, tomar un respiro,” she instructed in Spanish only to be met with more anxiety and confusion.

“Please tell me that wasn’t English and I’m not hallucinating,” he begged, looking as though he was on the verge of passing out of bursting into tears. Or both.

“It’s Spanish Reg, and it means take a breath,” she said softly. “Now tell me slowly what’s going on in your heart,” she emphasized.

“I-I… (Y/N),” he said quietly, bringing a hand to his mouth, chewing on his nail. “Fuck me,” he groaned and fell back in his chair.

“What about (Y/N)?” Rose asked.

“Everything,” Reggie shook his head. “It’s always been everything. She’s always been my everything.”

Rose took his hand from his mouth and brought it down. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that, Reg.”

Reggie closed his eyes, pondering for a moment. “Ever since we were little, it was always me and her. Cookie and Flicka. We were partners in crime. Bonnie and Clyde, like she’d always say. And then I was stupid enough to let her go in middle school. But even after we stopped talking, I never stopped thinking about her. She was on my mind 24/7. Playing music with the guys, I always wondered what she would think about our music. When I was having a rough day, I would think about what she would say to cheer me up. E-even at night I’d stay up, wondering what she’d be doing if she were awake at this hour.” Reggie chucked to himself. “My answer would always be studying or making a midnight snack. A jelly sandwich and gummy worms. I thought it was disgusting but the look on her face when she’d make them growing up, all the thoughts left my mind. Because at the end of the day, she was with me. I always had my Cookie.”

Rose smiled as the boy recalled his memories, sharing them in great detail. It made her realize how alike Reggie and her friend were. They never stopped loving each other, no matter how stubborn they were about it.

“But when we were singing today,” Reggie continued, wiping his hands against his jeans. “I was watching her dance with you. It was the first time I had seen her so care-free, like there wasn’t a single thought in her mind that stressed her with worry and doubt. Something bubbled in my chest, I-I can’t explain it. But damn, her smile and laugh-” Reggie opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. “I felt like if I died today, I’d be glad I saw her at her happiest one last time.”

“Reggie, hon, have you considered you might… maybe you’re in love with her?” Rose asked quietly and Reggie’s eyes widened.

“L-Love, you mean like a friend right?”

“No Reggie,” Rose gave him a kind smile, placing a hand on his that was resting in his lap. “I mean I think you actually love her. The way you talk about her, I-I hope someone talks about me like that one day.”

Reggie’s mouth went dry as he looked over at Rose.

“Rose I-,” he paused. “I can’t tell her,”

“Reggie what do you mean?” Rose exclaimed, her voice becoming slightly louder.

“I can’t do that to her,” he shook his head. “You can’t say anything to her,”

“Why not?” Rose asked, clearly not impressed with him.

“Because she doesn’t want this, clearly. She wants a friend so that’s what I’m going to be, even if it tears me to pieces. I don’t care,” he shook his head. “I’d do anything for her. No matter what the consequences.”

—

For the first time in your weeks of detention, you were the one who arrived late. Reggie had been waiting in the dance studio with Mrs. Leona, quite anxious to say the least. You were queasy as you approached the two, silently waving.

“There you are!” Mrs. Leona grinned, standing up from stretching. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show up.”

“Sorry,” you apologized quietly, putting your bag on the floor and joining in on the stretches. “Car trouble,” you lied, hoping Reggie wouldn’t be able to notice.

“You okay?” Reggie whispered as you stretched your arms above your head.

You quickly whipped your head to face him. “Of course!” you squeaked. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just look a little nauseous,” Reggie noted, “Are you sure you should be here?”

“I’m fine,” you insisted. “Mrs. Leona, what’s the plan?” you asked, diverting your attention to the dance instructor.

Mrs. Leona reached for her notepad, skimming through her notes. “Well since you two did brilliantly for that last dance, I thought it would be good to request for you guys to work with me again.” She stepped in front of the mirror, clasping her hands together. “This lesson, I’m continuing partner work because unlike you guys, my students lacked the trust, the chemistry.” You squeaked in response, but Mrs. Leona didn’t seem to notice. “So I’m giving them this song to dance to. Lucky for them, it’s just focusing on footwork and lifting. But, since it’s a romantic song, they’re going to need to practice putting their emotions into their dance.” she smiled at the two of you. “But I know the chemistry part won’t be an issue for you both. Let’s get to work, shall we?”

You seemed hesitant to start. “Mrs. Leona maybe we can do something else, like something that doesn’t require close contact or lifting?”

Reggie gave you a look. “Scared I might drop you, Cookie?” he teased before turning back to Mrs. Leona. “It’s fine, we can do this.”

Mrs. Leona went through explaining the beginning portion of the routine, demonstrating the required movements and techniques to accomplish such things. At first you did each part broken up and without music and once you nailed everything at least once she decided you were ready to try and put it all together along with Peter Gabriel’s In Your Eyes.

You started to get into your position, holding Reggie’s hands in yours. Your heart was beating loudly in your ears, that the music was almost fuzzy at that point. Mrs. Leona’s counting of the beats made you snap out of your thoughts as you pulled closer to Reggie.

Love, I get so lost sometimes

Reggie’s hand trailed up to the side of your face as he cupped it gently, pressing his forehead against yours.

Days pass, and this emptiness fills my heart

As quick as he touched your face, he dropped his hand back down to your waist, dipping you down as he turned you.

When I want to run away, I drive off in my car

You managed to keep eye contact with Reggie the entire time, his blue-green eyes slightly darkening in admiration as you rose back up.

But whichever way I go, I come back to the place you are

His lips quirked up into a smile while he slid down onto his knees to the rhythm of the music.

All my instincts, they return

Following along, you almost draped yourself over Reggie as he leaned back, your hands coming to the sides of his arms, trailing down until you took his hands in yours before pulling him back up carefully.

The grand facade, so soon will burn

You placed his hands delicately on your waist tightly as you fell down into a lunge, his strong arms supporting you.

Without a voice, without my pride, I reach out from the inside.

Your breath hitched as his hands reached slightly under your shirt, just from the movement, but he didn’t seem deterred, moving you away and allowing you to run into the lift where he held your legs until you slid down against him slowly.

In your eyes, the light the heat

His hand came to hold you again just as you spun out and twirled back in, with a little more force than expected, bumping into Reggie’s chest, your lips gently brushing against his own causing every nerve in your body to burn and every muscle to lose its function.

I am complete-

You let out an audible gasp, covering your mouth with your hand. Reggie seemed equally flustered, but managed to hide it well, aside from his reddened cheeks. Mrs. Leona immediately stopped the music, jogging over to the two of you.

“What happened?” she asked, clearly confused. “The two of you were dancing so well?”

You stumbled over your words. “I, erm-” you stammered. “I think I might have landed on my foot wrong after the lift.” It wasn’t your best lie, but at this point you were desperate.

Mrs. Leona’s eyes widened. “Oh no, an injury?” she exclaimed. “Sit down, honey, I’ll get some ice from the nurse’s office.” Before you could refuse, the dance teacher was already long gone.

Reggie turned to you. “Let’s sit you down,” he suggested, pulling you down with him. “Mind if I check if it’s more than a rolled ankle?”

You shook your head repeatedly. “No no, it’s fine,” you quickly told him.

Reggie took your leg and placed it gently on top of his. “Let me,” he insisted. “If it’s really bad, we might need to ask Mrs. Leona to wrap it.” Reggie began to untie your shoelace when you jerked it back abruptly, standing up in the process.

The dark haired boy looked at you suspiciously as you rocked back and forth. “So I’m assuming you’re fine if you’re standing on it normally now,” he deadpanned. You looked down at your two feet, sheepishly kicking your left leg back.

“Ah, a miracle!” you exclaimed awkwardly. “It must have been a flash of pain or something, but it’s better now…”

Reggie frowned, standing up. “Cookie, if you want to lie to Mrs. Leona, fine by me. But you know you can’t lie to me.”

“Who says I’m lying?” you countered and Reggie rolled his eyes.

“Come on (Y/N), seriously?” Reggie looked disappointed. “First you run out of the studio and don’t come back, we had to send Alex and Bobby out to make sure you were okay and now you’re lying? What’s going on? What happened?” he pressed.

“What happened?” you said with disbelief. “Were you not just dancing with me?”

“What do you mean?”

“You… I…” you tried to get out the words, but you shook your head. “I can’t do this Reggie. I can’t do it.”

“Cookie, it’s just me,” he insisted, coming closer to you, holding your arms against your side. “I’m your friend, right? Or at least I thought I was.”

“You are!” you insisted. “I promise. It’s just there’s a lot going on and I need a second to process it,”

You were seriously starting to think he hadn’t noticed what had just happened. Maybe you were reading into it too much, maybe he was just playing it off cool to make sure you were okay. Whatever it was, you didn’t know what to think of it. All you wanted to do was go home and curl up in a tiny ball and drown out the sound of your thoughts with Tracy Chapman’s voice.

Reggie stepped away and scratched the back of his neck.

“I’ll give you some time,” he nodded and walked out to the hallway.

It seemed as though your hearts were two positive charges just constantly pushing each other, further and further away.

—

“In my opinion, I think you should just stop being so conflicted and tell him how you feel about him,” Rose suggested as she brushed her hair in front of her vanity.

You were at Rose’s house for an “emergency sleepover,” as she liked to put it. You were incredibly confused with everything going on that you needed a friend, specifically one who was reasonable, to talk to.

Sighing, you flopped backwards on Rose’s bed. “But I don’t know what I’m feeling,” you groaned tiredly. “Sometimes I want to punch him in the face, but lately, I haven’t felt that.”

“And what have you been feeling?” Rose pressed, setting her brush down and walking over to you.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought. “I don’t know,” you replied. “Fuzzy? Like the inside of my stomach are angry wasps buzzing crazily.” You sat up, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “But when he smiles...they turn into butterflies.”

“Butterflies?” Rose repeated.

You nodded, dramatically groaning as you leaned your head on her shoulders. “The happiest of butterflies. Like- when he looks at me with those stupidly pretty eyes.”

“Stupidly pretty eyes?” Rose said.

“Yes!” you fumed. “Everything about him is pretty. His eyes and his smile. Even his flannels and shoulders!”

“Shoulders?”

You looked up at Rose. “Will you stop repeating everything I’m saying?” you whined. “Say something! Give me advice! You’re the only one besides Alex that is reasonable! Because I think I’m going to do something stupid.”

Rose bit her lip to hold back a laugh. Reggie said the exact same thing to her earlier. “How stupid?”

“...Stealing Alex’s van to drive to his house, stupid.”

Rose hummed in response. “Well, that is pretty high up there on the list of things that are stupid,” she commented with a smile. “Why do you want to do something stupid? What about Reggie is making you feel this way?”

You stood up, wrapping your arms protectively around yourself. “He’s so different from when we were friends as kids,” you sighed. “But at the same time, it’s like he hasn’t changed a bit. All these mixed feelings of hating him but also missing him is stressing me out!” You turned to Rose, dropping your arms. “It’s so confusing. I feel like I don’t know if I know myself because I don’t know him. Does that… does that make sense?” you whispered.

“A little,” Rose nodded, admitting to her confusion.

“Have you known someone so long that over time you-you almost feel like you have such a part of them inside you?” you asked and didn’t really wait for an answer. “It’s been so long since I’ve really known Reggie… now it just feels like that part of me is missing because of that,” You held your hand on your chest, feeling your heart beat rapidly as you rambled. “But when Reggie’s just...the Reggie I knew, no toughness, no band, no anything...I feel like I’m whole again. T-that, I can lean on his shoulder and trust him when he says everything will be alright. And I’ll believe him. No matter all the promises he’s broken in the past, I’ll still find myself trusting him completely.”

“Why?” Rose asked in a quiet voice.

You smiled softly. “That really is the question, isn’t it?” you laughed. “Why do I continue to trust him, even though every part of my body is telling me no? Well, because I love him. He’s my best friend, no matter what. Even after our falling out, I still thought about him, still cared about him. And it’s so stupid of me, and I know I should stop...but I can’t. I just can’t.”

“Then go to him,” Rose insisted. “Please (Y/N), for the love of God,”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?” Rose pressed. “Why can’t you?”

“Because!” you only said.

Rose threw her head back, laying on her bed. “Oh my gosh, (N/N), you and Reggie are going to drive me crazy with your stubborn bullshit! I don’t understand why you can’t say anything to him? You’re his best friend! Why is it so difficult?”

“Exactly!” you exclaimed, exhausted by the yelling and frustration. “He’s my best friend! I just got my best friend back. I don’t want to risk it all because of this-this feeling! Who knows! Maybe I’m going crazy. Maybe, I’m going crazy because my friends see something that will obviously never happen between me and Reggie!”

Rose stood up. “Do not blame this on me, Luke, and Alex,” she told you, starting to lose patience. “If anything, blame it on yourself! Blame it on Reggie, and his hard head! But do not blame it on your friends who just want to help you.” Rose took a deep breath, recomposing herself. “What is the worst thing that can happen?”

Tears welled in your eyes as Rose pulled you back down to her bed, wrapping her arms around you. “Having him walk out of my life again?” you said, your voice cracking. “Hurting myself even more than I already am? Losing you, and Luke, and Bobby and Alex...Being alone all over again?” You looked up at Rose, tears freely cascading down your cheeks. “Rose, I don’t want to be alone again, please…”

“Cariña we’re not going to leave you,” Rose whispered, holding her head against yours. “But if you trust me you’ll understand why I’m telling you that it's not a bad idea to maybe talk to him and figure things out.”

“I wish I thought the same,” you sighed, savouring the feeling of Rose holding you near.

Rose pressed her lips together, deciding that the two of you were far too tired to argue any further. “Let’s sleep now, get some rest and think it over, then we’ll talk more in the morning, okay?” she suggested, taking a throw blanket and placing it over your legs.

You nodded shakily. “I think that would be best,” you agreed, tucking yourself underneath the covers.

Rose turned off the lights, finding her spot beside you.

You stared at the ceiling for a moment. “Rose?”

“Yes?”

You turned your head to face her. “You know I love you, right?”

The girl wrapped one arm around your waist. “I love you, too, (N/N).”

—

“I love you Flicka,” the words seemed to roll out of your mouth before you could stop them, but that’s how you knew they were true. your head pressed gently against his, almost refusing to look into those blue-green eyes.

Reggie's hands drifted away from the sides of your face as he stepped back and looked at you. The same cold and fearful look he carried in his eyes after you weren’t on speaking terms.

“No you don’t,” he hissed. “Stop playing these mind games. It’s only a matter of time until you fuck up and ruin everything for yourself and for everyone again.”

And without another word he turned and walked away.

Even though it was all in your head you couldn’t risk it. You wouldn’t let the world pull you apart again. you wouldn’t give him another chance to break that promise.

You woke up in a cold sweat, your stomach churning with nerves. Rose was still fast asleep and you looked over at the digital clock on her nightstand that read 2:32 A.M.

You pushed yourself up carefully, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking a breath, but as it became painfully clear you felt suffocated and needed to go out and get some air.

Reaching for your sweatshirt on the floor, you slipped it over your head before quietly standing up and leaving Rose’s door, gently shutting the door behind you as you did so.

Your first stop was the kitchen to get a glass of water, maybe the cool drink would clear your system of any unwanted feelings but you highly doubted an excess of dihydrogen monoxide would cure your of falling in love with your best friend. Sighing, you took your untouched glass of water with you to the studio, thinking that maybe you could find any solution to your problems there.

You made your way to the studio, suspicious as to why the lights were already on, but didn’t comment on it. You sat down, staring at your full glass of water.

“No jelly gummy worm sandwich tonight, Cookie?” a voice piped up from behind you.

“Holy fucking shit!” you shrieked, throwing your glass at the source of the noise.

Once the initial fear dialed down, you rubbed your eyes to see none other than a dark haired boy with a red flannel tied around his waist.

“Reggie?” you squeaked. “What are you doing here so late at night?”

He wiped the water from his face, his hair flopping back as he shot you an annoyed -but confused- glare. “The hell was that about?”

“You came here unannounced,” you shot back. “I thought I was about to be murdered, and considering what you said last sleepover, I should still be on edge.”

Reggie rolled his eyes. “Understandable.” He stepped forward with his hand outreached, only for you to fearfully stagger back. “Relax, I just forgot my songbook here.” Reggie reached for the notebook stuck between the cushions, waving it in front of your face for proof. It was red and slightly battered, and filled with loose sheets of papers sticking out.

You released your breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “I’m sorry,” you said sheepishly. You gestured to the couch. “Sit with me?”

You and Reggie sat down on the couch, silence filling the room. Your knees slightly brushed against his on the small couch, but you quickly scooted away.

Reggie glanced over at you, noticing how uneasy you looked. “What’s on your mind?” he asked. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

You shook your head. “It’s nothing,” you said. “A nightmare, that’s all.”

The boy raised an eyebrow, immediately detecting your lie. “Just a nightmare?” he asked. “I’ve never seen you so pale and jumpy, Cookie. You sure it was just a nightmare?”

You nodded before ultimately shaking your head with a sigh. “Do you ever wonder if...if the people you care about just up and leave? And you can’t do anything because it’s your fault?” Reggie remained silent, gesturing for you to continue. “I’m scared that those close to me will leave me.”

“Why would they leave you?” he questioned curiously.

You scoffed, drumming your fingers against your legs. “Why wouldn’t they leave me?” you asked in return. “I’m too scared to face my fears. I keep my mouth shut and bottle shit up until it explodes and affects everyone around me.”

“Cookie,” Reggie hushed, reaching out to stop our fidgeting hand by placing his on your knee. “I…” he shook his head. “I don’t think you’re the only person that it happens to,”

“Flicka,” his nickname got caught in your throat.

All you wanted was to pull him close, have him kiss your forehead and tell you those sweet beautiful lies. That everything’s going to be okay, and that he’d be by your side forever.

That he loved you.

It felt like you were having a bad allergic reaction, your throat closing up, as you wished the words to come out, but they just got bottled up and whisked away in the sea of your heart like everything else.

You couldn’t see it, but if you could take a moment, get out of your own heads you’d see his blue green eyes looking back at you with that soft mischievous sparkle they always held, only this time you would have seen all the love and admiration hidden behind them. You would have seen how much he wished he could make your pain vanish. You would have seen his heart on his sleeve. You would have seen your Reggie.

“Cookie, I’m here,” he whispered. “I’ll always be here.”

Reggie allowed you to lean your head against his shoulder, not caring at all about the tears soaking up his t-shirt. He raised his hand to your face, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, then trailing his hand down along your jawline. He tilted your head up to face his, your lips mere centimeters apart.

“Flicka,” you breathed, his eyes staring down at yours with so much more than you could ever possibly wish to describe. As he pulled closer, you felt his lips against yours. They felt like a smooth bass line in a classic jazz song, kissing him tasted like eating the best jelly and gummy worm sandwich in the world. It was by no means a perfect kiss, those were near impossible to achieve. But his slightly chapped lips molded with yours in a way that you have never felt with anyone else. The way he tilted his head, the way his lips were slightly curled upward in a smile and the way he thought you didn’t notice when he murmured I love you against your lips.

Then doubts began to flood your mind.

He doesn’t love you. It’s all a lie. He’ll leave you. Just like everyone else is your life. Then you’ll be left with no one.

Just like it’s always been.

You jerked back, gasping for air as though the wind had been knocked out of you.

“I need to go,” you whispered hurriedly.

“Cookie, wait-” Reggie lunged forward, grabbing your hands. His cheeks were flushed red as he tried to form the words in his head. “Can we talk about this-”

“(Y/N)?” you heard Rose’s voice call out. “Are you in the studio?”

You glanced back at Reggie, his face filled with desperation to talk to you. “Please,” he begged softly.

Only, you shook your head. “She can’t know you were here,” you whispered.

Reggie stiffened, hesitantly letting your hand go, but not before squeezing it. “Goodnight, Cookie.”

You winced at his saddened expression.“Night, Flicka.”

“(Y/N)?” Rose called again and you turned around to where her voice was coming from, hoping to maybe see Reggie one last time before he left, but when you turned back around once more all that was left of him there was a tattered red song book and a red flannel.

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retvenkos · 4 years ago

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golden | l.p.

requested Julie and the Phantoms - Luke Patterson x Reader, fluff

tw: none

word count: 567

song: everybody wants to rule the world - tears for fears | 🔍

A/N: so this song had the potential to be... how do you say.... very emo. i decided to let the bittersweetness of foresight do the job for me and instead made it very fluffy. i mean... look up the lyrics to this song. there is so much i could have chosen from, but i went for happiness.

Summary: Luke has good news for Sunset Curve, and tonight, you would celebrate.

The Los Angeles sun shined down brightly as you walked through the neighborhoods, bags slung over your shoulder. The day was warm, and the whole world seemed to buzz. You breathed in deeply as you walked, a spring in your step.

You heard your destination before you saw it - music echoing out of the studio, filling the afternoon air with the unmistakable sound of Sunset Curve. You smiled to yourself, rolling your eyes. They were great, but one of these days, they'd get themselves thrown in jail from all of the noise complaints. Luckily, they had a friend like you to bail them out. Unluckily, if they ever made it into the pen, you'd make them wait a little while before fetching them - just to scare them senseless.

You were a great friend.

"Guys, I could hear you all the way down the block." You opened the doors to the studio, and music flooded outward, hitting you full force with a wave of adrenaline. You stepped inside, expecting to be met with a handful of grinning boys but instead walking into dead air. The stereo was blasting the demo Luke had been so proud of recording, but there was no sign of the boys. Typical.

You rolled your eyes and crossed the room to turn the CD player off. As soon as your finger hit the button, a voice cried out.

"Hey!"

You turned to see Luke pop his head down from the loft, his face momentarily annoyed but melting into joy when he saw you.

"Hey yourself."

"(Y/n)! I have great news!"

"Yeah?" In a flash, Luke was at your side, beaming. "Where's the rest of the guys? You rarely make announcements without them."

"They're out celebrating already - as we should be!" Luke poked your sides, eliciting giggles. He always had that effect on you - the ability to make you forget everything but was right in front of you. And most often that was two things: good music, and joy. "Sunset Curve is playing the Orpheum!"

"What?!" you shouted, all the surprise hitting you full force, joy building up into your chest. "Luke!"

He let out a shout of joy and turned the music back on, the bass making the room jump. Luke grabbed your hands and pulled you up onto the couch. He jumped along to the beat of the song. "We're gonna be famous!"

You released another whoop of joy, and Luke grinned even broader, his hazel eyes sparkling with the thrill of life and the excitement of adventure. He took your hands and started dancing to the music, only laughing harder when you lost your balance on the couch cushions. Today was for victory. It was the beginning of something new - impossibly bright, with possibility burning hotter than the sun.

The song eventually died, and Luke jumped off of the couch, pushing his hair back triumphantly. "Everything's going to change - just wait and see."

"'Just wait'? I'm going to be cheering from the front row!" You shot back. Luke turned and winked; you rolled your eyes, laughing. If you could feel like this forever, you would. "You're gonna rule the world."

"Hell yeah, we are! Sunset Curve is going to change the game," Luke promised, golden with the light of the sun and bursting with energy. It was impossible not to believe him. "But first, we celebrate."

Luke offered you his hand and tilted his head toward the doors. You took it gladly, shaking your head, laughing still.

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years ago

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More Than Enough | Owen & Charlie

Requested: hi! can you do an imagine where the reader is like 16/17 and lives with owen and charlie and she finds out her boyfriend back home cheated on her? basically like owen and charlie are acting like big brothers.

A/N: This was too cute to pass up. I did alter it a tiny bit since I don’t think any parent would just send their seventeen year old to Vancouver. Hope you like it though!

Pairing: Platonic!(Owen x Charlie x Reader)

Warnings: Explicit language, cheating, angst

Song(s) used: none

Words: 2,523

Being a Gillespie has had many, many perks. Anyone in your family was always up for an adventure in the middle of the night or ready to jam out at any given moment. Family parties were never dull and the bonds unbreakable.

Until you and your family suddenly moved to Vancouver when your mother found herself a new love and packed her bags within the first few weeks. Of course, only being thirteen at the time, you had no other choice but to go, though it broke your heart saying goodbye to the friends you made in New Brunswick and the close family you left behind.

About four years later, you received a message from your very favorite cousin, Charlie. He’d been your best friend since you were born. Even though he was four years older than you, the two of you were two peas in a pod. He felt like a big brother to you as much as your actual brother did, if not more. And since you left Dieppe, Charlie had been texting you non-stop to make sure you were okay and adapting to your new surroundings.

But the message you received in 2019 made your heart leap.

Guess who’s coming to Vancouver for work?

(It’s me!)

You had chuckled at the second message, shaking your head at the fact that your favorite cousin hadn’t changed one bit since the last time you saw him.

Charlie had told you he’d auditioned for this new Netflix show directed by the legend himself, Kenny Ortega. You were the biggest fan of the man, so you made sure you did all the superstitious things you could to make sure he’d get the part. You had burnt dozens of candles, prayed every night and kept the lucky blue rabbit’s foot with you every day. Charlie had given you the blue rabbit’s foot the day you left for Vancouver, showing a matching one that he kept on a chain on his jeans.

“This is gonna bring you luck, and if you ever miss me, just hold it tight and it’ll feel like I’m there with you,” he’d told you.

When Charlie came to Vancouver, the two of you thought it’d be a good idea for you to move in with him and Owen, a member of the cast he’d become close friends with during the bootcamp they did that summer.

Your mom wasn’t too sure about it at first, but eventually caved and let you go, thinking it might be good practice for when you’d go off to college.

With all of that said and done, you were now a full-fledged member of the Gillespie-Joyner household. The first few weeks were the most fun. You’d stay up all night with the boys, dancing around the living room to whatever song came on or cuddled up on the couch watching movies. Every now and again, even your boyfriend came up to the apartment to hang out with the three of you. Though, the boys being the boys, became overprotective when that occurred.

The first night Thomas came over to hang out with you, Owen and Charlie immediately went into full-protective mode. They started interrogating the seventeen-year-old boy with questions you say an overprotective dad with a shotgun or baseball bat ask in those cliché rom-coms.

“Can you guys not?!” you had asked, chuckling because you thought they were joking about it all. “Let’s just watch this stupid movie while we wait for our pizza.”

During said movie, the two full-grown men kept glaring at the teenagers on the other end of the couch as you were cuddled up together, his arm slung over your shoulder. Charlie had that trademark scowl on his face with his arms crossed while Owen just furrowed his eyebrows, keeping an eye on the two of you.

That occurred pretty much every night since that first day they met. And you could feel Thomas growing more and more fidgety next to you as the nights progressed.

One night when Thomas came over, the four of you decided to cook dinner together since you were pretty bored of constantly ordering food and eating unhealthy. You wanted to get some vegetables inside these boys.

“Watch out, Gillespie, you’re gonna burn yourself,” Owen said to you when you were simply stirring the bolognese sauce you had made from scratch. That was something your grandmother taught you when you were younger. You and Charlie used to cook with her all the time when having sleepovers at her place during nights your parents were out.

“I’m pretty sure I’m gonna be fine, Joyner,” you muttered back, chuckling slightly. Just as the words rolled off your lips, the sauce sputtered and a droplet of hot sauce fell on your hand. You hissed at the burning sensation as you wiped the red off your hand.

“See! I told you!” Owen exclaimed and grabbed your hand, guiding you towards the tap.

“Owen, I’m fine! It was just a tiny drop. I’m not gonna die!” you protested but let him hold your hand underneath the cold running water. The coldness of the water made the burning and stinging feeling vanish and actually felt good.

“You ought to be careful, Gillespie,” Owen muttered, his eyes focused on the water gliding down the back of your hand and down every fingertip in small streams while you watched him. You’d lived here for almost a month, and you’d seen Owen from up close but never this close.

There was something about his smooth jawline, bright green eyes and swoopy blonde hair that you hadn’t noticed before. All of a sudden, the boy you’d seen as a brother for a month now, turned attractive. Very attractive.

No, y/n, focus. Your boyfriend is literally behind you. Calm down. You thought to yourself as you shook out of the trance you found yourself in.

But then Owen glanced up at you and the whole pep-talk went to waste. Especially as the corners of his mouth tugged up into the most beautiful smile you had ever seen.

You coughed before sputtering out, “T-thank you, Owen.” He simply nodded acknowledgingly before turning the tap off and letting you go back to your food with your mind woozy and your heart beating faster. What in the holy hell was that?

Thomas of course noticed the interaction between you and Owen as he was sitting on a stool at the breakfast island, scrolling through his phone with Charlie next to him. The latter had been weighing off the pasta to cook later and didn’t notice anything of what just happened.

“I’m gonna head home,” Thomas said that night straight after dinner. Normally, he’d stay for one more movie before heading home, but after seeing what he saw earlier, he didn’t feel like staying much longer or ever coming back.

You picked up the tone in his voice, and your stomach sank. Something had upset him and you could only guess what it was. Of course he saw. Everyone could probably see. Now it was up to you to show Thomas nothing was actually going on between you and Owen.

“Oh--okay… I’ll see you out,” you said and got up from the chair, halting when Thomas held up his hand and shook his head dismissively.

“I’ll see myself out,” he muttered and made his way out the door without even a goodbye, let alone a kiss goodbye. Your heart sank to your stomach as you felt the storm hanging above your head. This was not going to end well.

“What was that about?” Charlie asked, confused about the boy’s demeanor all of a sudden. You glanced over at Owen, who had his lips pressed together, offering you an apologetic countenance.

You sighed, dropping down in your chair again and rubbing your face with your hands, not even caring about the make-up you’re smudging right now. You were going to lose the best thing that has ever happened to you since moving to Vancouver, besides seeing Charlie again. And all because you couldn’t keep your eyes off an attractive man that stood a few inches too close. There was a storm ahead, and you weren’t prepared for it.

Three days. You didn’t hear Thomas for three days. After sending text after text after text, he still ghosted you. You knew he was going to break up with you soon, but what came next was beyond your expectations.

Your friend Lili called you on the fourth day of radio silence from Thomas. Her voice sounded solemn, almost worried.

“What’s up?” you asked, growing more and more anxious.

A shaky breath sounded from the other side of the line before she spoke again. “Allison told me Thomas showed up at her doorstep last night…” she started. Her voice cracked and so did your heart in anticipation of what was going to follow. “Sweetie, I’m sorry, Thomas cheated on you…”

Tears sprung into your eyes as you grabbed the nearest pillow from the sofa and hugged it tightly to your chest while Lili blabbed on about what she’d heard from Allison. All you could pick up was that Allison felt terrible about it but couldn’t say no to him since he seemed in distress. Laced between her words were your venomous thoughts about how all of this was just your fault. If the thing-which-wasn’t-even-a-thing between you and Owen didn’t happen, Thomas wouldn’t have gone to another girl’s house.

“I am so sorry, y/n. I--Tell me if there’s anything I can do? I’ll--I’ll come over with some ice cream or chocolate if you want and you can just cry?” Lili probably knew you weren’t listening anymore. She was the first friend you had made in Vancouver four years ago, along with Allison. But apparently being friends gives you a get-out-of-jail card to fuck your friend’s boyfriend.

“No, that’s okay, Lils. I just wanna be alone right now…” you whispered, and after you’d said your goodbyes you hung up the phone, dropping the device on the sofa next to you. Your arms tightened around the pillow as tears soaked the fabric and the toxic thoughts haunted your mind on repeat.

The thoughts were so loud, you didn’t even hear the door to the apartment opening and closing. You only noticed someone had walked in when two pairs of arms snaked around your body from each side.

Charlie piped up first, “What happened, cous?” he whispered and pressed a kiss to your hair as his fingers tangled up in your messy hair.

“He-hecheatedonme,” you blurted out in one breath. Both Owen and Charlie halted their movement, glancing up at each to see if both of them heard the same thing. You felt someone shift beside you, the warm feeling of their body pressed to yours turning cold.

“Where does he live?” Owen growled. You looked up at him and sniffled, wiping your nose on the sleeve of your sweater. “Where does he live, y/n?” he repeated sternly.

“No, Owen, please,” you begged, more tears rolling down your face, “Please, don’t. Stay with me. Please.” Owen’s tense expression softened as he slid down next to you again, the warmth returning to your body as he wrapped himself around you once more.

“Just stay,” you whispered as your arms wrapped around Owen’s bicep and your head rested on Charlie’s chest. “It’s my own fault.” Neither of the boys say anything, but they let you babble for a while, holding you and rubbing your back or planting kisses on your head.

Once you had calmed down a little, Charlie began his pep-talk, “None of this is your fault, little one,” he said. “I know something happened between you the last time you were here, but that doesn’t mean you drove him into another girl’s arms. He could’ve come over to talk it out, but instead, he chose to ring another’s doorbell. This is not your fault.” The last words came out just above a whisper before his lips crushed onto your head again. His hand smoothed down your hair, lulling you into a state of calm.

“Char’s right, y/n,” Owen chimed in softly as his fingers trailed up and down her leg. “His decision to do this instead of talk to you is on him. He doesn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.” Your lips curled up into a small smile while a sob raked through your body, shaking both boys along.

“I love you guys,” you mumbled as you felt your eyes drooping. Crying always made you feel sleepy, especially with the boys’ soothing touches and words. “So much.” And with that, your light went out for the next few hours.

Owen and Charlie eventually fell asleep too as they didn’t want to let you go, and that’s what you woke up to in the middle of the night too. The two boys asleep on either side of you, clutching you in their arms. Though Owen had sunk down with his head in your lap and him clutching your arm against his chest, Charlie had fallen asleep resting his head on yours. A content, warm feeling fell over you while that upsetting, past-breakdown sob shook through your body.

“Boys,” you whispered, waking them up softly. Both twitched, but only Owen shook awake and shot upright. You giggled at his concerned, sleep-drunk expression. “Shall we head to bed?” you asked. The look of confusion that flashed across Owen’s face made you realize that it did sound a bit odd, so you quickly added, “It’s past midnight, I think we better sleep in our own beds than cramped up on the sofa.”

Owen let out an “ah” and nodded his head before punching Charlie in the shoulder. Your cousin looked up with narrowed eyes, ready to growl at whoever woke him.

“Let’s get to bed,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. The boy nodded and got up, grabbing your hand in his and leading you towards your bedroom. He didn’t turn on the lights, but blindly made his way over to the bed and rolled onto it, tugging you with him and cuddling you close to his body. You let out a shriek at the sudden movement until it turned into giggling before sighing contently at the welcome warmth and comfort of your cousin’s arms. There’ve been many nights where you fell asleep cuddling one another on your grandmother’s sofa after having watched your favorite tv-show.

“Joyner, get your ass in here!” Charlie shouted, his voice croaky and thick with sleep. You heard shuffling before the bed dipped, the warmth of Owen’s body radiating into your skin.

This hadn’t occurred yet since you moved in with them a month ago. Falling asleep on the couch, yes, all the time. But never falling asleep in the same bed. It was a welcome, soothing feeling though. No matter how you turned, every side of your body was always toasty. You were the happiest person alive even on darker days like this one. You’d always have these two boys in your life. And that was more than enough for you.

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 4 years ago

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Easter Bunny Isn't Real

Alex Mercer X Child!Sister!Reader, Sunset Curve X Child!Mercer!Reader

Summary: Luke spills a secret you and Reggie didn't know.

Warnings: uh... Easter bunny is real? Idk I Don't think kids are on this site but whatever

Readers age: 7

A/n: Happy easter! 😁 This takes place before they die, but I might have one for after they died

Divider: @firefly-graphics

You happily followed your older brother into the garage carrying your easter basket. You paid no attention to the boys once getting in there as you sat down and dug through the basket. Reggie smiled and sat down next to you.

"Reggie look what the Easter bunny brought me!" You said happily.

"Can you share?" He asked.

"Fine. Here." You passed him a egg full of chocolate kisses. "All you get though he left this for me." You sassed.

"Okay!" Reggie happily began eating the chocolate. Luke walked out of the bathroom immediately noticed 7 year old you digging through the basket.

"Hi Luke! The easter bunny came!" You said happily.

"The easter bunny isn't real." Luke stated. Alex looked at Luke glaring while Bobby smacked him. "Ow what!"

"W-what?" You whimpered. Reggie stayed quiet.

"Luke is lying y/n. He's mad the Easter bunny didn't bring him a basket." Bobby said.

"The easter bunny isn't real? My whole life is a lie!" Reggie said pouting. Alex sighed.

"Easter bunny is real. That's why you have the basket." Alex said to you smiling.

"Oh... So luke is a liar?"

"Yep."

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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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picky eater • l.p

a/n : so i’m new here and don’t really know what i’m doing yet, but i hope you enjoy. let me know if you want part two because i already have some ideas.

•••

you had always been a picky eater, making sure to smell your food before eating it and needing to know the ingredients before letting it anywhere near your tastebuds. it was often a topic of conversation and a soft spot to land a few verbal punches in the form of mocking from those who knew you. you would defend yourself to a point before giving up and just taking the comments. you never thought that such a topic that was usually used jokingly could morph into one that would sting your eyes with tears at the mere thought.

•••

“boo.”

a pair of strong arms wrap around your hips from behind, the warm air escaping his body and gently brushing the few strands of hair beside your ear.

you tilt your head to rest against his shoulder and the world’s most perfect smile is the first thing to catch your attention. next is the tiniest sprinkle of freckles and sun spots dusted across his lightly tanned skin. then there’s his nose that never fails to have a crinkle that can vary in the number and intensity of wrinkles depending on how strongly a certain emotion needs to be expressed. it’s followed by the wisp of eyelashes beautifully spaced and just the right length. finally, the hazel eyes that can’t decide whether they want to be a shade of green or light amber, so they decide to take turns and look breathtakingly beautiful each and every time your gaze is set upon them.

you reach one hand behind to gently comb through the brunette locks found just above the nape of his neck, his gorgeous eyes fluttering as a result. your other hand is resting at your waist as well, only it is placed on top of the ring-clad ones currently clutching them.

“hi, my love.” his voice. the rich tone only further hypnotizing every corner of your brain to the point where everything else is too hard to think about, the one that can increase in vibrato if he’s especially excited and the one that only darkens in the early hours of the morning due to the lack of use overnight.

“hi, baby.” the fingers at the back of his neck twirl the finer hairs there around and around, weaving in and out, being smoothed over and then rustled again. as if his smile couldn’t get anymore perfect, the nickname falling from your lips inspired it to spread a little wider and displaying a few more beautifully crafted teeth.

you feel the both of your bodies start to sway side to side gently, the empty ballroom of the orpheum feeling peaceful with only the two of you. you turn your gaze back to the stage, the very stage that your best friends will be playing on in mere hours. the smile never leaves your face, the pride you feel for your boys is always too much to keep concealed.

“i can’t believe this. i have everything i have ever wanted. just doesn’t feel real.” you can feel the rumble of his words against your back, the vibrations radiating from his strong chest.

“i’m so unbelievably proud. you’ve all given so much of yourselves for this and to be able to be by your sides when it all plays out, i’m blessed.”

and it’s true. the boys have done so much to accomplish their goal in pursuing music. it’s the one place where they connect and truly feel at home, and to be able to do that together has proven to strengthen their bond as not only friends, but brothers. you’ve been there the whole way, having been their friend since kindergarten and becoming a sort of manager to the group, finding them as many gigs as possible to display their talent.

he gently spins you using the hands at your waist, your hands finding a home on his warm chest and his cupping your face. he pulls you close enough to rest his forehead onto yours, the action feeling natural and safe. he has always made you feel safe.

“we’re the ones who are blessed. we’re blessed to have you by our side with endless support for our dreams. you must realize that we couldn’t have done any of this without you. we owe you. I owe you everything, love.”

the words cause a slight blush to rise up your neck to your cheeks, the love behind them leaving you absolutely speechless. he was always able to do that. the smile on your lips spreads exponentially and you bite your bottom lip to contain some of the emotions evoked from his words. his thumb reaches up and gently traces the bitten lip, tugging it free and letting his hand fall to your neck in order to tilt your head in his direction. your hands are moving too, one cupping his firm shoulder and the other returning to the nape of his neck as he pulls you into his lips.

you hope that even though you were rendered speechless by his words, that he could feel your words through this kiss. and by the way he is reciprocating, you can tell he got the message.

you gently pull away, foreheads still connected and lips still brushing each other every few seconds.

“promise me something?” your words are spoken in a whisper.

“anything.”

your eyes open to wander the sights of his beautiful irises.

“promise that...that you’ll never leave me behind?”

a flash of pain crosses his eyes, hurt that you would ever consider the idea of him leaving you. he has a subtle shake of his head before tightening his grip on your neck and cheek just the slightest and the crinkle in his nose worsens from the possibility of not having you there.

“never, i promise. you’re my brightest shining star.”

•••

the last chords to “now or never” ring out into the empty venue, your eager claps accompanied by another set of hands from the back tables. the girl wiping down the tables watched the boys on the stage with an expression of being impressed and simultaneously surprised, she probably hadn’t expected four teenage boys to be so incredibly talented.

the sweaty teens still bouncing with adrenaline quickly set their instruments down and make their way off the stage. luke, who has quite literally bounced his way to you, is almost frantic in his actions when pulling you in a hug only to quickly pull away.

“did you see us? did you see that? that was amazing! i want to do that for the rest of my life. baby, that was my favorite thing in the world-“

you can’t help but laugh at his jumbled words, his excitement causing him to vibrate in his place. you just smile and listen to his words of pure merriment, not being able to bring yourself to stop him. he finally notices your gaze on him and gives a sheepish smile when he realizes how much word vomit he spewed out. he plays with the rings on your fingers with the same smile and tries to take deep breaths to calm himself.

“i-i’m sorry for the rambling, baby. i just got so excited, it’s like something comes over me when i’m playing music. i don’t know what it is but the closest i can get is that it’s attached to my soul and it gives me a sense of belonging that i’ve never felt before, except for when i’m with you and i-“

you cut him off with a kiss, his touch quickly changing from your hands to your face. you pull away all too quickly, a quiet whine making it’s way out of his mouth at your absence.

“you were absolutely amazing, babe. you belong up there. and please don’t ever apologize to me for being happy. i want to hear everything and if that means listening to your rambling for the rest of my life, i will gladly do so. plus, just imagine this place brimming with people tonight. talk about an adrenaline rush, huh?”

he smiles wide at your reassurance and pulls you in for another kiss. his sweat drenched body is pressed against yours but you don’t really mind because you appreciate his closeness and touch.

“oi, lovebirds! we’re going to get some food before the show. we’re thinking street dogs?”

reggie and alex make their way over to you both, having left bobby attempting to flirt with the girl wiping the tables.

your nose scrunches at the idea of the hotdogs various vendors on the streets make and sell, their composition surely not being healthy.

“you boys know you shouldn’t eat before a show, it could make you sick. do you really wanna jeopardize the show of your dreams?”

the boys all share a glance with each other before letting out laughs and chuckles.

“nice try, but just because you’re a picky eater isn’t a good enough reason for us to not get a bite to eat. we need our strength. plus, this could be the last street dog we ever have.” reggie says the words jokingly of course, poking fun at your eating habit.

you sigh and turn to your best friends. you could go on about how you have a pit in the bottom of your stomach that indicates to you that something is wrong, but you know they would just blame it on the fact that thinking about eating a street dog is what made it so upset. instead of putting up a fight, you cave in once again.

“okay, but you have to promise this is the last one. like, ever.”

“cross my heart and hope to die.” the three of them say nearly in unison, and the pit in your stomach seemingly deepens.

•••

“that’s what i’m talking about!” luke’s arm around your shoulder tightens as the door to the back of the venue is pushed open and the cold air pushes against your faces.

“the smell of sunset boulevard?” alex wittily replies.

the look luke gives him makes you giggle, and you’re not the only one as reggie next to you chuckles and shakes his head a bit.

“no, it’s what we felt in there. our music, it’s like an energy that connects us with people. they can feel us when we play. i want that connection with everybody.”

he pulls alex and reggie in closer, the four of you scrunched together and you lightly cringed at the combined smell of the sweaty teens compressed to your body.

“then we’re going to need more t-shirts.” reggie points his thumb towards the shirt you’re currently sporting and the boys all laugh.

you marvel at the line of people waiting just outside the orpheum, luke putting his hood up to make sure no one recognized him. you squeeze his hand as you cross the street, his eyes connecting with yours and unsaid words being shared with just a glance. you stand on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

“i love you, rockstar.”

he turns his head to kiss your temple where he whispers against your skin affectionately.

“i love you more than you could ever imagine, my love.”

•••

you watch as the boys piled different condiments from the back of someone’s car onto their hot dogs. the feeling that something is wrong is still there but you brush it off. they’ve had plenty of street dogs before, surely this won’t hurt.

“are you sure, boys? after the show, we’ll probably have enough money to spare to grab a couple of pizzas. good quality pizzas from a restaurant, not a car.”

“chill out, babe. it’s just one hot dog. it’s tradition.” luke couldn’t see the look on your face as he was topping the hot dog, but once he turned he quickly became concerned. he reached out for you, you fitting into his side comfortably. “baby, what’s wrong?”

“i don’t have a good feeling, lu. something is wrong. i don’t know what, but something is. please believe me.”

a wrinkle forms between his eyebrows, his eyes are darting back and forth between yours and the hotdog in his other hand before looking up to the boys. alex is saying something to the guy selling the hotdogs and reggie is continuing to heap various items onto his.

“i believe you, baby. if it’s about the hotdogs, i’ll only eat half of mine. then once we’re done here, we’ll go find something for you to eat. okay, love?” he begins to brush hair out of your face and behind your ear, still seeing the pleading look in your eyes. you decide that you should believe in his words like he does yours and you gently nod your head. he offers you a smile before pressing a kiss to your forehead and leading you over to the old couch in the alleyway.

reggie and alex plop down next to the two of you, you being cuddled into luke’s side and resting your head on his upper shoulder.

“this is awesome, you guys. we’re playing the orpheum!” luke breathily laughs and shakes his head, alex and reggie both looking over to him to smile in excitement.

“i can’t even count how many bands have played here and then ended up being huge.” reggie smiles and pushes a breath through his nose in the form of a laugh, proud of his friends and their shared accomplishments.

“we’re gonna be legends.” you glance up to see luke’s ecstatic expression as he talks about the future and can’t help but imagine it with him. you want a future with him and your best friends, and you want it to be filled with more of those dreams coming true.

“eat up, boys. because after tonight, everything changes.” the boys ‘toast’ with their street dogs and you watch as they all take their first bite. it makes your cringe but you try to remain happy for them.

you just keep reminding yourself of their promise, that this is the last one ever.

•••

you don’t know whether it was alex’s comment about the flavor of the street dog or reggie’s attempt at reassurance when he remarks that street dogs haven’t killed them yet, but it was definitely the look on luke’s face after his first bite that convinced you that something is wrong.

“lu, what is it?” he wipes the expression off of his face as soon as he hears your concern, trying to mask that he knows something is wrong too.

“nothing, babe.” when he saw your unconvinced look, he squeezed your hand in his to lessen your worry. “i promise. see?” he proceeds to take another bite, and another, and another, until he has almost finished the hotdog entirely.

“you said you were only going to eat half, luke. what are you doing?”

“it was simply too good to throw away.” he says this sarcastically, ignoring how sick he suddenly feels in order to convince you of his condition being perfectly intact.

you see through his act, you’ve always been able to. you notice how his nose gets a little bit runnier, and it’s not because of the cold night air. you see the slight tremble in his upper lip and the sweat beading on his forehead. you take in the panicked look in his eyes and watch how his face contorts to one of pain as he drops your hand to clutch his stomach. you see that something is so very wrong.

“lu? what’s happening? luke!”

you turn to your best friends who are not much better. reggie has tears rolling down his cheeks and he’s unusually pale. alex, who was slower at eating his hotdog, was trying to take in a breath as his anxiety kicked in while also clutching his stomach in pain. your eyes blur with tears as you start to freeze up, your mind not having an answer on what was happening or what to do to help them.

“someone call an ambulance! we need an ambulance!”

you weren’t even sure the words came from your mouth, every action taking awhile to process in the midst of your panic. your gaze falls back onto luke who is only getting progressively worse. he groans in consistent pain throughout his body, and he feels like his skin is on fire. you move the hood off his head and brush the hair sticking to his forehead away.

“i-i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, baby. i’m so sorry.” luke’s words come out as cries, and the tears fall in a constant stream from both of your faces.

“shhh, it’s okay. just stay with me, please. please, lu.” your words are broken and hiccups interrupt the syllables as you hold his face and pull his body close to yours.

you can hear the ambulance in the distance and you can only assume one of the bystanders you yelled out to called them to your location.

you quickly look to your other friends, grasping reggie’s hand to assure him that you’re still there. he turns his head to you, his bloodshot eyes leaking tears making direct contact with you. he squeezes your hand with one while the other hovers over his heart that is aching in his chest.

“i’m right here, reg. i’m right here.” you try to smile for him, but the most you can manage is biting your bottom lip to avoid letting out a sob.

“i’m scared. i’m so scared.” reggie’s voice is gravelly and filled with sobs as he refuses to let go of your hand.

“i know, reg. but i’m right here and help is coming. they can help you, okay?” he weakly nods to your question and closes his eyes to conserve some of his energy. “you have to stay awake, reg. keep squeezing my hand, okay? so I know you’re awake.” you feel a light squeeze and advert your eyes to alex on your other side.

“alex, please tell me you’re awake. alex?” you place your available hand on his face, and he flinches the slightest bit.

“it hurts. it hurts so bad. why does it hurt this much? what’s-what’s happening to us?” alex can barely speak, his words breathy and low in volume. like reggie, he’s pale and gleams in sweat. the tears in your eyes keep coming and you brush away the tears on his cheeks.

“i-i don’t know, al. help is coming though. do you hear that? just keep listening to that sound okay? can you tap my leg to the beat of it? can you do that for me?” he nods and you feel the weak taps on your leg and reggie’s squeezing of your hand is there but getting weaker. you move back to luke to see that his condition has severely deteriorated.

you gasp at the lack of sun kissed pigment to his now pale skin and the tears that are collecting on his lengthy lashes. the eyes you fell in love with are now closed and the pit in your stomach returns with the weight being tenfold of its original. you take your available hand and bring it to his face, almost retracting it at the heat of his skin.

“baby? luke, you have to stay awake. please, you have to stay awake. luke? luke!” the volume of your voice makes his eyelids flutter, similar to when you play with the hair at the back of his neck or kiss the top of his nose. “lu, you promised. you promised you’d never leave me behind. please.”

he opens his eyes to gaze at you, weakly raising his hand to your cheek as the ambulance makes its arrival. medics begin pouring out of the ambulance and assessing the situation.

“please help them, please.”

you glance over to see them checking reggie’s vitals, him releasing your hand in the process. his eyes are still closed but his tears are mostly dry, leaving you to assume the worst.

you become aware of the gradually slow tapping halting to a stop as they lift alex onto a stretcher.

you try to keep eyes on the boys while they take luke from your hold, but you make sure to grasp his hand before they are able to completely rip him away from you. before they can take your safety, your love, your everything, away from you.

there are things being shouted and people crowding the scene but everything else seems to filter out as reggie and alex are loaded up first. luke is coming next but something brings you out of your haze and that something is a paramedic yelling the words “we’re losing him.”

you’re suddenly pushed out of the way and find yourself completely crumbling inside and out. they’re not losing him, you’re losing him.

you’re losing him.

“please, save him. you have to save him.” you can only repeat those words before choruses of “no” are exhaled with each heavy breath.

they move him into the ambulance, and you force your way in beside them despite any protests that there might have been. someone is pushing on his chest and another is using a bag to push air into his mouth but it seems that they aren’t working.

suddenly, “he’s gone. we have to help the others,” is leaving their lips and time starts to freeze bit by bit.

by the time you process the sentences, they leave luke’s side to tend to reggie.

“come on, come on. BP’s dropping.”

there’s a few moments of working on the teen before another voice begins to speak.

“we lost him. what about the blonde?”

“he’s awake.”

“are they gone? are they both gone?” that voice brought you back to your body. you turn to see alex very weakly thrashing against the medics to see reggie and luke. his eyes meet yours and if you weren’t already numb, you would have broken in two at the sorrow contained in his eyes alone. “they’re gone. they-they’re actually gone.” he sobs out. his tears are rushing down and you reach for his hand even though all you want to do is hug him.

he suddenly becomes short of breath again and lets go of your hand, body becoming unresponsive and the medics rushing to try to stabilize him.

no, not you too.

“he-he’s gone too. all of them are gone.”

•••

you had always been a picky eater, and it had always been something to joke about. until it wasn’t. until you blamed yourself for not eating something that could have kept you with the love of you life and best friends.

until it saved your life and not theirs.

#luke patterson #jatp #julie and the phantoms #reggie peters #alex mercer #luke patterson fanfiction #luke patterson oneshot #sunset curve #bobby from jatp #luke patterson fic #rose molina #luke patterson angst #platonic reggie and alex fic #luke patterson x reader

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vgilantee · 4 years ago

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The Manager || Platonic! Sunset Curve x Reader

Requested by anon

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: the guys swear because nobody can tell me that a bunch of 17 year olds in a rock band in the 90’s didn’t swear. I know i said fluff but i had an angst idea and it was too good not to add (i’m sorry). and while i don’t bother with adjusting to the american spelling most of the time, I did for ‘mom’ and ‘flavor’ and i hated it every time i typed it. final note: if i were to do more parts it would become a series rewrite, so if that’s something that interests you, let me know!

Warnings: character death, unhappy home life (no details)

While being the manager for Sunset Curve often felt closer to being a parent sometimes, it’s not a job you would trade for the world. Well, less a job because you weren’t really getting paid, but it was a good gig. You got to see some awesome venues and other small musicians, you quite often got free food from venues, and of course, got to hang out with your favourite boys. They gave you a place in the world, somewhere where you felt at home. They were family. Plus, Luke had graciously allowed you to crash in the studio with him when things got bad at home.

You swing the door open, duffle bag over your shoulder, and march into the studio. It’s late, again, but your parents had started going off while you were trying to study and your father had mentioned your name, so you grabbed the emergency bag and climbed out the window. Luke looks up from his page and watches as you drop the bag on the ground and flop face down on the sofa.

“Again?” You hum and nod into the pillow before flipping onto your back.

“Dad said my name and mentioned something about grades and the band and I left before they could drag me into it further.” You glance over to see he has closed his journal and is resting his forearms on the acoustic in his lap.

“Smart move.” You laugh and shift again to lay on your side. “The guys are in the house getting food by the way.” As if on queue, Reggie walks in with a stack of pizza boxes, Bobby has his arms full of bags of various snacks, and Alex is carrying an open cooler full of bottles of soda.

“Oh hey, Y/N!” Alex raises the fingers on one hand in a wave before putting the cooler on the ground in front of the sofa.

“Parents again?” Bobby gives you a sympathetic look before dropping the bags next to the pizza boxes Reggie had put on the coffee table.

“Yep!” You pop the ‘p’ sound with false enthusiasm.

“You may as well just move in at this point.” Luke says it like a joke, but it’s been a joke for so long that you all know he says it seriously.

“You know what?” You sit up quickly and give a short nod. “My parents both have work tomorrow, you lot are gonna help me grab what I need.” It was that simple. The boys all make varying statements of agreement before sitting on the miscellaneous chairs around the coffee table.

Luke had suggested you all dress in black for the heisting of your belongings, and as Alex was the only voice of reason, you all ended up head-to-toe in black.

“Shh.” Luke whips around and presses a finger to his lips when you swing the door shut behind the group.

“There is literally nobody home Luke. And also this is my house. We don’t need to be quiet.” You gesture around the entrance with your hands as you speak, and Luke turns around and pulls the black beanie he insisted you wear, down over your eyes. You swat him away and he shushes Reggie as he laughs at you.

“It’s a heist! You gotta be quiet.” You roll your eyes after putting the beaning back in place on your head, before walking towards the staircase. “Everyone remember the plan?” Turning around you fold your arms and roll your eyes again.

“School stuff.” Bobby salutes Luke, who nods.

“Blankets and pillows!” Reggie copies Bobby’s salute, and is also nodded at. Alex rolls his eyes, and with far less enthusiasm holds his hand in a salute.

“Stuffing and zipping up bags.” Luke nods once more then turns to you with an expectant look.

“Toiletries and underwear.” He taps his foot and clears his throat dramatically, staring at you, waiting. “Oh, right.” You salute him as well.

“And I’m on clothes!” You hear the noise of his hand hitting his forehead as he salutes with a bit too much force. “And if we hear the ‘rents, we move to Y/N’s room as quietly as possible, where we will finish packing what we have and bail out the window. Let’s move out!” You aren’t sure if he expected you all to go separate ways, but you move as a group up the stairs and into your room so that everyone can collect bags. Bobby takes your school bag, Reggie a duffle bag, and Luke and Alex reef a suitcase out from the top of your wardrobe. You swing a drawstring bag over your shoulder as you watch Luke nearly drop the suitcase on Alex, who promptly swears at him.

With a final salute, you all part ways. You hear Bobby thundering down the stairs as you walk over to the bathroom, rolling our eyes at him. Grabbing your toiletries, including spare deodorants and toothpastes, before moving back into your bedroom where your drawers have been pulled open and clothes are being tossed onto the bed by Luke. You can only watch in horror and amazement as your clothes are thrown out of the drawers, and Alex folds them at an incredible speed. You want to ask him how he is folding them so quickly, but you don’t want to break his concentration. Instead you move to the unopened drawer and collect all your underwear, shoving it into the bag in your hands on top of the items already in the bag. You grab your hairbrush, adding it to the bag, before pulling the strings on the bag and closing it.

“Need a hand, Alex?” He looks up after placing a folded shirt neatly in the suitcase. He opens his mouth to respond but instead snorts as you are hit in the head with a pair of jeans.

“Shit, sorry!” You pull the jeans from over your shoulder and glare at Luke, who has his hands covering his mouth.

“Screw you.” You flip him off, then fold the jeans and place them in the suitcase.

The three of you managed to empty all your drawers and were in the process of sorting out what heavier jackets to take from your closet when you hear a door close, followed by thundering feet. The door is swung open and Bobby leans against the doorframe.

“Mother.” Is all he manages to get out before Reggie tries to push past him and they both tumble into your room, making a thump as they land.

“Shhh!” You and Luke push your index fingers to your lips, shushing the guys at the same time, but it’s too late.

“Y/N?” You all freeze as your mom calls out for you. You turn to the guys, left index finger still pushed to your mouth, as you point to the window with quick and sharp motions. They all nod and collect the bags and suitcases (a second was grabbed at some point in their packing) and move to the window. You don’t want your mom to know you are home to avoid whatever argument will undoubtedly occur, hence the attempt at silence, but when Reggie drops the suitcase he’s carrying with a echoing thud, you realise that won’t be possible.

“Shit. I’ll meet you at the car. Go!” You whisper harshly at the guys as he raises his hand to apologise and you leave your room, shutting the door behind you to hopefully muffle any more noises they make and buy them some more time. “Yeah mom?” Your mom waits at the bottom of the stairs, arms folded, as you make your way down. “What’s up?” You try to mask your anxiety about the whole situation by leaning against the railing.

“Don’t ‘what’s up’ me. You disappeared last night, and while I know you were at the studio with the band, you could have at least called to let me know that you were okay. Because really I didn’t know for sure because you didn’t call! You could have even called me this morning to say you were coming home. I had no way of knowing if you were safe, or, or, or if something had happened. I didn’t know!”

“Mom-” You try to say something to calm her down but she interrupts, clearly not finished with her lecture.

“And you’re letting your grades slip! Running around with those stupid boys in that stupid band. You say you’re their manager, but it’s not a job and it’s definitely not a career! You need to pay more attention to class instead of going to clubs and venues with them. Which isn’t safe! Running around Hollywood with those four idiots in the middle of the night, sometimes not even coming home. There are all kinds of dangerous people out there and with no adult supervision anything could happen!”

“Mom!”

“No. Your father isn’t right about a lot of things but he’s definitely right about not letting you see them again. Being friends with them is dangerous, not because they are, but because none of you have any common sense or self preservation!”

“Mom, enough.” You rarely stood up to her, and you had never scolded her before, but calling the only four people that truly felt like family ‘idiots’ was the last straw. “I know it isn’t a job, but they are my best friends, and I enjoy going to those venues! I know it could be dangerous but the five of us are always together. My grades haven’t slipped, except maybe a couple of classes by one or two percent. But it’s not going to ruin me. And-” The door slams shut and you look up quickly from your mother to see your father in the door.

“Y/N.” Your father speaks very even and monotone, and his moves are all calculated. But his hands are clenched and his eyebrows are furrowed.

“Hi dad.” It was overly formal, and your brain screams at you to run, run from this conversation. But you can’t. You need to make sure the guys are as far away as possible, hopefully even at the car. You don’t think your father would track them down to stop you, but you don’t want to tell your parents you are leaving, and really you weren’t actually sure he wouldn’t track them down and drag you home. “How was work?” Poking the bear was very stupid.

“You disappeared last night, didn’t bother to leave a note or anything and scared the shit out of your mother!” You flinch slightly as he raises his voice. “You won’t be seeing that ridiculous band ever again, I can promise you that.” You glance at the clock and quickly decide that the guys have had enough time to get to Bobby’s car parked in the next street over. So you nod along in faux understanding. “You’re grounded, and you will spend the rest of the night until dinner studying.” You scoff and try to act pissed off, storming back up the stairs. To add to the act, you slam the door shut behind you, before grabbing a hoodie and climbing out the window.

You sneak around the house, watching your parents carefully as they move to the living room. They seem to be arguing again, almost certainly about you. You hop the fence into the neighbours yard then book it down the street to the waiting car. The engine is going and the second Reggie sees you, the windows are rolled down and they are yelling at you to hurry up, Bobby leaning over to open the passenger-side door. You laugh as you dive into the passenger seat. The door is barely shut when Bobby revs the engine and you drive away, a rock song from a mixtape you had made Bobby for his birthday playing loudly through the speaker and the five of you singing along and laughing.

“Boys I have excellent news!” Wrong notes are played and a drumstick is dropped as you fling open the door with a piece of paper in your hand.

“Christ, Y/N.” Bobby places a hand to his heart as Alex leans down to pick back up his drumstick.

“What’s the news?” Luke places his guitar on a stand and slides over to you.

“Sit sit!” You gesture your boys towards the sofa on the opposite wall. “I won’t just tell you, there’s no fun in that!” They groan but comply, squashing together on the sofa, Alex with his legs over Luke’s, Reggie sitting cross-legged with his feet under him, and Bobby putting his feet up on the coffee table.

“Well?” Luke leans forward over Alex’s feet and rests his elbows on his knees.

“As you know I have been going around to potential venues to get you guys a show that isn’t in a bar that perpetually smells like puke, while you are playing your puke-scented shows and writing new hits.”

“Yeah.” They all reply at the same time and your smile grows.

“And I am also the best manager in the world, especially because of the fact that I am your manager.”

“Yeah yeah. Just tell us.”

“Bobby, quiet. I am building suspense.” Reggie swats his arm as if to say ‘yeah Bobby’. “Anyway. You also know that you are all incredibly talented and you will become the biggest band every.” The guys are all leaning forward and staring at you, waiting for you to finally tell them what news you’ve bought. “Alex, drumroll.” He immediately complies with an enthusiastic drumroll on Luke’s back. “You’re playing the Orpheum!” You throw your hands up as the guys all jump up and celebrate. “Are you serious?” Bobby grabs the piece of paper with the show contract as Reggie picks himself up off the floor after tripping over his feet trying to stand.

“How did you do that?” Luke is jumping on the sofa and Alex is shaking you by the shoulders.

“I’m just that good.” You manage so say through the laughing and shaking.

“Size beautiful.” You roll your eyes as Alex groans and Reggie hands the poor bartender the shirt and demo.

“Thanks.” She laughs as she holds up the Sunset Curve shirt before tossing it over her shoulder.

“I am so sorry about him.” You say genuinely to her, stood between Reggie and Luke.

“No worries. I’ll make sure not to wipe the table down with this one.” She offers them all a polite smile that you can tell is a forced customer service smile.

“Oh, good call. Whenever they get wet, they just kinda fall apart in your hands.” Alex gestures with his hands and you hear Bobby sigh.

“Don’t you guys have to go get hotdogs?” Oh? You realise that Bobby very likely wants to flirt with Bartender Rose and is trying to get rid of you all, finding his bandmates embarrassing sometimes. Luke pushes him back and nudges you with his shoulder as he leans over the bar, giving it a quick drum with his hands.

“Yeah, he had a hamburger for lunch.” He bounces then walks away, and Reggie shoves his shoulder.

“See you before the show.” You elbow him as you follow after Luke and Reg, and Alex bounces to catch up to you.

You eye the hotdog as it is handed over to you. You trust the guys but you don’t trust this hotdog ‘vender’ who is the sauce bottle sitting in his engine. You watch as Alex tells him that he spilt pickle juice into the car as you add sauces and toppings to your own. The vender says that it will help and laughs as Alex sputters, looking at you mumbling about how that doesn’t sound right.

“That’s a new flavor.” You nod, continuing to chew as Alex says what you are thinking through a mouth full of hotdog.

“Relax,” Reggie looks over at him, “street dogs haven’t killed us yet.” The logic is sound enough so you all take another bite.

You stomach hurt, god it hurt. It was like being punched in the gut over and over again, and your stomach was turning, and with every breath in your sides hurt. You could hear Reggie and Alex groaning over your own noises, but you couldn’t hear Luke anymore. You felt the tears rolling down the sides of your face but you couldn’t move your hands away from your stomach. You barely heard the paramedics arrive over the sound of the blood rushing through your ears, and while you could hear them talking you couldn’t decipher words.

You let out a sob as a paramedic leans over you. You barely register being lifted onto an ambulance bed, but you turn your head and watch as Alex is lifted into one. As they wheel you out you see a black bag being zipped up.

You feel light headed as they lift you into the ambulance and you hear Reggie gulp in a breath, before the paramedics swarm over to him. Alex is wheeled in next to you and you see his hand reach out to you. You forcefully peel your hand away from your stomach and hold his hand. You squeeze your eyes shut and hear the paramedic sigh, defeated. You let out a groan, then a sob, and squeeze Alex’s hand as you struggle to breathe. He lets out a pained noise and squeezes your hand back.

Then it’s all gone, and your body is rising. You turn to Alex and see your body, and Reggie’s body, with a version of him floating above his body. You stare at him wide-eyed but he looks past you at Alex. You both watch as the paramedics give up on you and move over to Alex as the heart rate monitor gives a solid high beep. And then he’s rising and looking at you and Reggie. The three of you rise above the ambulance and you hear Alex whisper Luke’s name, looking above just you. You catch sight of him for a second before he disappears. The second he does you feel the pulling that was simply causing you to slowly float up, gave a harsh tug and you were suddenly in a black room.

Alex cried when he arrived, and you felt yourself panic. You were dead. You just died. You and three of your best friends had just died. Reggie was pacing and Luke had just sat on the ground, head in hands. Your own hands were shaking and you couldn’t look at one spot or person for longer than a second.

The pulling feeling returns after a while and you are falling, the four of you screaming before landing on a carpet, a girl around your age screaming back at you.

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#sunset curve x reader #julie and the phantoms x reader #platonic sunset curve #jatp x reader #platonic jatp x reader #platonic julie and the phantoms x reader #platonic sunset curve x reader #platonic reggie x reader #platonic luke patterson x reader #platonic alex x reader #char writes #redhoodparker-writes masterlist #platonic julie and the phantoms #gender neutral #this may end up as a series but i don't know if i want to commit to multiple series'#though not sure if i want to let go won't be a series

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loveelle · 4 years ago

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Not me wanting to write fics based on songs tho 😂 gotta get that inspo somewhere ig

Neewayzzzz send me some songs and I’ll add them to my list to write for our favorite himbos 😂 🎶

#no one is gonna see this #will they?#I could literally confess to murder in a post and if it’s not a fic no one cares #fuck it I’ll use the tags then lmfao #luke patterson x reader #Luke Patterson #Reggie Peters x reader #I’ll write a platonic Alex x reader too if that’s something y’all want idc

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froggywritesstuff · 2 years ago

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character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

Logan Howlette

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Scott Summers

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

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Will They Won’t They | Part 2/4 [Reggie Peters]

Pairing: Reggie Peters x fem!reader

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WARNINGS: swears & ANGST

A/N: hey babes it’s drea posting :) i hope you enjoy this part as much as mimi and i did writing it! again, if you enjoy our writing, please like, comment, and reblog! and if you want to be updated, dm us to join our taglist! sending my love - drea :)

“Come on, let me take you out! We need to get you a new outfit for the gig coming up,” Rose insisted, dragging you to her car.

“Who said I was coming?” you frowned stubbornly, tugging your arms back but to no avail.

“I did, now let's go,” she strongly urged, pushing you into the backseat while she hopped in the passenger side and Luke hopped in the driver’s seat.

“Rose, he’s coming too! Oh, hell no!” you refused, giving the boy a pointed look.

“Sorry (N/N), I can’t drive this car, it doesn’t have learner’s insurance,” Rose apologized.

“Nice to see you Lady Bunny,” Luke grinned with a wink and you sighed.

“Okay, let’s just get this over with, okay?” you prompted and Luke nodded turning the keys in the ignition.

“Whatever you say bunny, you’re the boss.”

“Would you stop calling me that Patterson, it’s worse than when Reggie calls me Cookie,” you grumbled, your nose scrunching up in disgust.

“Oh lighten up, at least you’ve got some cute nicknames,” Rose chuckled and reached a hand back to hold yours. “We’re gonna have a blast (N/N), just trust me.”

Walking past countless amounts of stores, it seemed as though Rose’s plan to find you something nice to wear was pointless. You and Rose had very different ideas of fashion, ideas that clashed far too much for Rose’s liking.

“There’s no way I’m wearing that!” you exclaimed, eyeing the brightly colored jacket in Rose’s hand.

“It’s so pretty though!” she insisted. “The texture, the color, the price? It’s a bargain, (N/N)!”

You rolled your eyes. “Then you buy it for yourself,” you told her, pulling out a simple knit sweater from the rack.

“You know what, I will,” Rose settled before looking at the sweater in your hand. “Oh you can’t wear that! You’ll look like a grandma who got lost at a rock concert!”

You frowned at your friend, holding the sweater to your chest. “I always wear things like this,” you pointed out, slightly hurt.

Rose tugged the sweater out of your hand and shoved it back into the rack. Luke popped his head up from the other side of the rack. “Yeah, but at a rock gig, you can’t go as your typical self. A poor little bunny like you would never survive a place like that,” he explained with a pout.

“Lord, have mercy,” you grabbed your necklace pendant and kissed it, frowning when you realized you weren’t wearing your normal silver cross.

“Is that like some white person good luck thing you picked up?” she asked suspiciously and you chuckled.

“No, I just thought I was wearing a different necklace. I don't know how I could have mistaken it.”

“What is it?” Rose inquired further, taking the pendant from your hands and looking at the details. “A horseshoe? I didn’t take you for a horse girl.”

“Yeah- no, I’m not… Reggie gave it to me in middle school, he won it at a county fair or something, I can’t remember,” you explained.

“Reggie gave it to you?” Luke inquired.

“Thought I said that already Patterson,” you shot back with a roll of your eyes.

Luke fought the urge to say something sarcastic back to you. “No, I’m just- Reggie?” he repeated. “I thought he...hates you, and vice versa.”

You walked down the aisle, skimming through the various articles of clothing. “And you’d be correct,” you told him.

“It was before you moved here,” Rose explained. “She and Reggie used to be best friends up until middle school,”

“Yep, but that’s in the past and we’re in the present so let’s focus on that,” you rushed, already feeling uncomfortable about the topic.

“No let's not,” Luke rested his forearms on the rack in front of you, resting his chin on top of them. “Tell us more,” he pleaded, pouting like a child.

You glared at the boy, tossing a sequined shirt at his face, making him stagger back. “And why should I, it’s none of your business, no offense Rose, and I’ll probably tell you at some point anyway,”

“None taken cariña,” she chuckled and continued looking for some clothing that would be appropriate for the gig.

Luke sighed, following close behind you. “But why can’t you tell me now?” he whined like a child. “I adopted you-”

“Against my will,” you cut in, flicking his forehead.

“Details,” he insisted. “I’m just saying, shouldn’t we be close now? Don’t you trust me?”

You took a deep breath. “Of course I do, Luke,” you reassured him, your patience thinning.

“Then why not tell me?” he pressed.

“Because it hurts!” you finally broke.

The two friends seemed to freeze at your sudden exclamation. The quiet small girl was cracking and revealing the broken china doll inside.

“It hurts, okay?” you repeated. “And having to tell the story of how I lost my best friend for some stupid reason that I don’t even know...it hurts beyond belief. The worst part is that he probably doesn’t even care. I loved him, okay? I loved him because he was my best friend. Even when I had no one I had Reggie and I used to think that nothing in the world could ever tear us apart.” you admitted. “When we stopped talking, he took a piece of me with him. And I know that I am never going to get that back.”

Luke quietly moved over and past the racks of clothing pulling you into his chest and giving you a tight squeeze.

“Bunny I’m so sorry. I had no idea,”

You let out a humorless laugh. “No one knew,” you told him. “It’s not your fault, Luke, you were just curious.”

“Still,” Luke said. “I feel so bad. Maybe I could try and talk to him and-”

You shook your head repeatedly. “Maybe let’s not,” you countered. “It’s in the past now. There’s nothing I can really do about it and the last thing I want to do is rope my friends into this, too.”

“Well then how about this,” Rose suggested, giving you a prompt to change the topic while holding up a long sleeved white turtleneck along with an oversized black shirt sporting the album art of a famous rock band.

“I actually think I might be able to tolerate that,” you let out a soft chuckle.

“I’m hoping you have some ripped jeans at home, maybe some converse?”

“Yeah don’t worry, I’m not entirely hopeless,” you assured them and Rose laughed while Luke just pulled you in tighter for a brotherly hug.

“Look at you being mature! We love you, bunny,” he told you, swaying as he held you tight in his arms.

“Love you, too, I guess, Patterson,” you laughed. “Let me go, you’re crushing me!”

The second Luke pulled away, he leaned back in to ruffle your hair. “Now come on, Bunny, the gig starts in three hours. You all down for lunch?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you nodded. “Why not?” you replied.

Rose wrapped an arm around the both of you. “Anything but hotdogs,” she giggled.

“Agreed!” you quickly vetoed any other option and ran giggling with Rose to grab lunch leaving Luke to pay for the clothes. You were lucky he adopted you otherwise that would be a tricky one to get out of.

—

“I feel like this is an illegal number of questions to have on a test, it’s literally taking so long to mark these,” you grumbled to yourself, scribbling notes with red ink on the margins of the freshman biology test.

You had lost count of how many detentions had passed and lost track of how many were still to come, at this rate they could go on until the end of the year and in all honesty you probably wouldn’t notice.

You looked over at Reggie who was marking some short answer questions on a test, seeing his bright red check mark where there clearly shouldn’t have been one.

“That’s wrong”, you said, looking back down at your paper.

“What do you mean?”

“That. You marked it right, it’s wrong,”

“Why?” he asked curiously, putting his pen down so he could listen to you.

“Because,” you sighed exasperatedly, pinching the bridge of your nose. “the mitochondria is not the party house of the cell,”

“Well I say the mitochondria can do whatever it wants,” Reggie proclaimed, adding another check mark to the test. “Because it’s the boss,”

“No that’s the nucleus,”

“The what?” he formed and you banged your head on the desk in front of you,

“How in the world did you pass freshman science,”

“Like the rest of us, I cheated,” he countered and you looked at him with a shocked expression on your face. “Oh my God, lighten up Cookie, I was kidding, it’s been four years and I’ve barely taken any science classes since I just forgot,” he rolled his eyes.

You moved your head back to your work, only to toss the pen down in frustration moments later to try and massage a hand cramp.

“Stupid pen, stupid tests, stupid detention,” you grumbled under your breath, honestly feeling like you wanted to cry.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sat back in your seat, debating whether you should fake an emergency so you could just go home.

Reggie silently reached over to your pile of tests and eyeballed splitting it in half, taking the unmarked tests and placing them in his own pile.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said flatly.

“Sooner we finish the sooner we can go home and it didn’t seem like you were going to go any faster,”

You stayed silent for a moment, carefully reaching for your own again before whispering, “Thanks,” to which Reggie only gave you a nod.

The silence between you both was excruciating. It shouldn’t have been this way, it should have been easy to talk to him like it always used to be.

So, you took a deep breath and unclenches your jaw, casually continuing to write while asking,

“So how’s the band?”

There was a short silence, probably due to his slight shock in you even asking or trying to have a civil conversation and his first instinct as usual was to block it.

“Why do you care?”

You rolled your eyes and continued to do your work, at least you tried that was all you could do. The ball was in his court.

When he looked up and saw your tired expression he realized there really didn’t seem to be an ulterior motive at this point so with an audible sigh he answered,

“It’s great, we’re working on writing songs for our demo CD,”

You nodded and checked off some multiple choice questions before you heard Reggie clear his throat and spoke again,

“How about you? How’s the family?”

“They’re alright,” you said, your lips pressed in a thin line. “I mean as good as they can be. Things haven’t changed much.”

Reggie nodded in understanding, aware of your family’s financial situation.

“Is that why you push yourself?” he asked again. You froze, your hand holding the grading pen not moving. “Hours in the library, studying until your brain practically explodes with information.” You raised an eyebrow curiously at him, making him blush sheepishly. “I just know from uh, Mr. Mallard. He likes to talk, you and I both know that.” With a small smile on your face, you nodded.

“I guess you’re right,” you finally answered. “If I get a scholarship maybe I can at least make my way through a degree without plummeting further into debt.” You kicked aimlessly at the floor. “I just feel so guilty. Like...if I don’t do the right thing or make one stupid mistake I’ll disappoint my parents.”

Reggie frowned, setting the testing papers down. “You know you’d never disappoint your parents, Cookie” he told you. Chills went down your spine upon realizing he didn’t have the usual malice and sarcasm behind his name for you. “They would never be upset with you.”

You laugh humorlessly. “Right again, Flicka,” you sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe the better term would be I would be disappointed in myself? I don’t want to fail them or anything by slacking off. They’ve already done so much for me.”

“But that shouldn’t stop you from just-” Reggie drummed his pen against his thigh as he thought of the right words to use. “living? Cookie, we’re still kids. The point of high school is to just let loose and have fun, not drown yourself in schoolwork and scholarship essays.”

You playfully flicked a paper clip in his direction. “I bet you’d know all about letting loose, wouldn’t you?” you teased.

Reggie grasped his chest, gasping in feign hurt. “You wound me, Cookie,” he dramatically exclaimed, making you giggle and roll your eyes.

As the two of you continued your light banter, you were reminded of the days you and Reggie would spend at the park, competing to see who could swing the highest between the two of you. The weight on your back lifted slightly as you started to sense a bit of normalcy, no longer at each other’s throats for any reason you could find. It felt good to talk like this with Reggie, to “let loose” as he said and finally set down all the baggage you’ve been carrying since you two stopped being best friends. Everything in that moment felt right. Stress, detention, and ungraded biology tests long forgotten.

After what seemed like hours passed, Mr. Siezlio came back to the classroom, announcing that you were done for the day. You and Reggie surprisingly continued your conversation outside of the classroom, Reggie sharing more stories of the band as you giggled with every shenanigan. However, the moment you stepped foot outside, Reggie’s composure changed.

“Alex!” you exclaimed, running over to the boy. Alex had his arms outstretched, pulling you into a friendly hug that Reggie considered far too chummy. He narrowed his eyes at his best friend, watching and making sure his hands were where he could see them.

Reggie walked over to the two, a scowl forming on his face. “Alex, what are you doing here?” he asked, bitterness visibly clear in his tone.

The blond drummer raised an eyebrow in confusion at Reggie’s attitude, but decided not to address it. “(Y/N) and I have an AP chemistry project coming up so she’s going to sleep over at my place so we can work on it.”

You grinned up at Alex. “We’re probably going to have to pull an all-nighter to get it all done tonight,” you told him, making him groan.

Reggie’s lips fell to a thin line. “Good luck trying to do that,” he muttered. “Alex falls asleep before eleven o’clock. I’d pay to see him stay up past that.”

Alex rolled his eyes playfully. “When my grade is on the line, I think I can manage,” he said. “Especially after that one experiment in class you left me to do, I think we both definitely need that A.”

“Yeah, Alex can’t do titrations for shit,”

“I tried my best,” Alex fought back.

“And what did that get us?” you pressed.

Alex’s head hung low. “Erm, a B,” he muttered.

Reggie stared at the two in disbelief. He couldn’t comprehend this ‘nerd talk.’ “A B?!” he exclaimed. “You were disappointed with a B? I would have been happy with C-,” he shook his head and pulled his bag up higher on his shoulder, preparing himself to part ways.

You shuddered at the thought of such a low grade. “I’d never even begin to imagine a C,” you said aloud.

Reggie smirked at you. “Well, you are a nerd, Cookie,” he teased, making you shove him.

“Ass,” you shot back.

“(N/N), we gotta go if we don’t wanna stay up all night,” Alex said anxiously.

You nodded, taking Alex’s hand in yours and squeezing it. Reggie glared down at your intertwined hands, anger bubbling rapidly in his chest.

“Bye, Flicka,” you cheerfully waved goodbye.

Reggie didn’t look you in the eye, only staring down at the sidewalk with his hands shoved in his pocket. “Whatever, Cookie.”

—

Band practice the next afternoon -to say the least- was probably the shittiest the band had ever played. Luke and Bobby were incredibly confused why Alex continuously dropped his drumsticks and refused to make eye contact with anyone and why Reggie looked so angry that he could snap the strings of his bass.

“Okay, guys, guys! Come on we have a gig in like a week! We can’t go out there playing like this!” Luke insisted and Bobby nodded in agreement. “Alex I haven’t seen you fumble this much since we tried to play football and Reggie you currently have negative three hundred and forty-five dollars and seventy-three cents in your bank account so I would recommend loosening up on the strings because none of us can afford more.”

“Yeah, what the hell is going on with you two?” Bobby added and Reggie sent a cold glare towards Alex that didn’t go unnoticed by anyone.

“What was that?” Luke asked, pointing in between the two boys.

“What was what?” Reggie asked, his head snapping back to send the same glare to Luke.

“Okay you two clearly have things you need to settle so get it out there,” Bobby nodded, motioning to the floor, metaphorically saying it was open for one of them to take.

Alex took a deep breath and nervously started, “Well I think it’s pretty clear Reggie is mad at me it’s just I have no idea as to why,” he shrugged his shoulders. “D-Did I eat your sandwich or something? A meatball sub maybe?”

“That’s not it, but did you? Because if you did you are dead to me,” Reggie said venomously.

“No! No, I didn’t,” he insisted quickly, very much so wanting to stay alive and not murdered at the hands of his best friend. “But what the hell is making you mad Reggie, I’ve never seen you like this,”

Luke and Bobby seemed to nod carefully in agreement and Reggie swung his bass around the strap so it was hanging from his back.

“You need to stay away from (Y/N),” Reggie said in a cautionary tone, pointing directly at Alex.

“Lady bunny?” Luke asked curiously with furrowed brows and Reggie just looked at him back with confusion before remembering the nickname.

“Yeah, I guess, but seriously Alex, you shouldn’t be with her,”

“What do you mean I shouldn’t be with her. (Y/N) and I are just friends! We’ve been lab partners since freshman year,” Alex insisted. “And in case you forgot I’m kind of really gay?”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you shouldn’t be spending time with her!” Reggie exclaimed furiously. Was he mad that you were spending time with his friends or that you seemed to be getting just as close with them as he once was with you. Right now, that was all a muddled mess in Reggie’s mind and heart so naturally, he started spewing out words that probably didn’t even have meaning at that point.

Bobby discreetly made his way to Luke. “Hey Luke,” he whispered. “I can go ask Rose to make some popcorn,” he shrugged.

“Oh yeah, for sure, and tell her to come in, she’ll wanna see this,” Luke added, equally invested, as their two other bandmates seemed to really be going at it.

“Reggie, you need to calm down. (Y/N)’s my friend, too. I don’t know any of your past, but you can’t tell me I should just drop her completely,” Alex said in a level toned voice.

“Oh don’t act like you know (Y/N) better than I do,” Reggie snapped. “I know her like the back of my hand, and I know she’s bad news.”

“Do you really even know her?” Alex pressed.

“Of course I do! Who was there when she broke her ankle? Me. Who was there when her fish died? Me! And who was there when everyone else wasn’t?”

“Not you anymore,” Alex cut in softly. Reggie's rant stopped short. The teen stopped pacing to look his friend in the eyes. “Reggie, I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but you have to admit to yourself, you still care about her.”

Reggie fumed silently. “I don't know what you’re talking about.”

Alex pressed his lips together. “I think you do, Reggie.”

“Alex you don’t get it! (Y/N) and me, that’s over!” his anger had sent him over the top. “Stop trying to say something’s there! It’s not!”

“Listen to yourself Reggie, just listen to yourself talk! If you heard what I’m hearing I think you’d have a different opinion,”

“Just-Just!...” Reggie pursed his lips and grabbed the neck of his bass pulling it back in front of him. “Can we just take it from the top,”

“Y’know Reggie I think Alex has a point,” Luke butted in, remembering his previous conversation with you, realizing how much losing Reggie had actually affected you.

“Oh joy,” Reggie sighed.

“Just hear me out,” Luke continued, regardless of Reggie’s reluctance. “Why did you get into music in the first place?”

“Because I loved it,” Reggie scoffed as if it was obvious.

“No really Reg, be honest,” Bobby added. “Specifically when did you start playing music more seriously?”

Reggie bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood, tasting the metallic liquid in his mouth he shrugged his shoulders and flopped onto the couch.

“I got into it after I stopped talking to (Y/N),” he admitted. “But what’s your point?” he asked.

“You don't confront your problems Reggie,” Alex explained. “You came to music because it helped you block out the fact that losing her tore you apart.”

“Well if it tore me apart then why am I still here, huh? Why am I happy? Why am I even alive? If she was my everything then how the hell am I still here?!”

“Because she’s keeping you here,” Luke whispered. Reggie turned to Luke, at a loss for words. “Because even though you two had a falling out, you know that seeing her everyday at school...you’re glad she’s okay.”

Reggie ran his fingers through his hair. “You don’t know me,” he snapped back. “You don’t know what I think, or who I-I care about. You just don’t, so you can’t stop playing “mom,” Luke.”

Luke slowly approached him. “I don’t understand you,” he said truthfully. “You never open up or tell us anything. You say we don’t know you, you won’t even tell us anything. If no one knows you, then who does-“

“(Y/N)!” Reggie finally broke. The boys froze in their spots, only staring back at their struggling friend. “(Y/N), okay? She’s the only one who listened to me, the only one who cared. And now she’s gone because I pushed her away. All because I was so stupid and my pride got in the way. It’s my fault the best thing in my life is gone.”

Reggie realized what he had said and quickly pushed himself up and away from the couch.

“I’m sorry, I have to go,” he shook his head and tried to make his way out of the studio.

“Reggie wait!” his friends called back for him, but he shook his head and pushed his way out of the door just as Rose was heading into the studio. “Reggie come on! We’re sorry!”

Biting the inside of his cheek he cursed under his breath, knowing that they were right. He did push people away before they got too close and right now he didn’t have the strength to blame himself so he blamed you instead.

—

Reggie stormed into the almost empty library on Saturday, having had to walk to his detention from his home by the beach which was not close to say the least.

When he pushed on the door to come into the library with such force it startled you as you organized the books and put them back on the shelves.

Reggie didn’t speak to you as he tossed his things to the side and grabbed a cart, going to his designated spot in the library.

You were careful to not try and push any buttons, knowing he was in a fragile state, it was kind of obvious, but it was even harder not to address.

“Hey Flicka?” you said gently, trying to be as compassionate as possible.

“What,” he spat, shoving some books onto the shelf without much care.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, expecting to be met with barriers, that seemed to be all that comprised your relationship now. Walls, fences, barriers, and barricades.

“None of your business,” he said, his breathing slightly heavier as the tears burned in the back of his eyes and the lump grew in the back of his throat.

“I-I mean are you sure, you seem really agitated,” you noted and he didn’t respond. “Reggie you don’t have to hide anything. It can be my business if you want it to-”

“No it can’t!” he snapped, throwing the books that were in his hands on the table. You flinched at the loud noise the impact made. “It stopped being your business the second we stopped talking to each other so just leave it Cookie,” his voice carrying the same hostility it did weeks ago.

You paused for a moment, looking down at your pile of books before whispering,

“They’re fighting again… aren’t they?”

Reggie’s throat was burning, he wanted to scream into a void, empty himself of the pain because you were right, you were always right. Even when it felt like you didn’t know each other you were always there proving him wrong.

His hands started to shake and he dropped the books he had just picked up again, turning around so you couldn’t see him. Reggie didn’t know if it was because he was embarrassed or if he just didn’t want you to worry.

You wanted to reach over to your old friend, offer him some sort of comfort because you knew Reggie’s family and you knew how hard it was on him.

So you did the next best thing. Pulling out your MP3 player from your pocket you went over to Mr. Mallard’s speaker system and plugged it in, turning up the volume to the max, letting the soft plucking of guitar strings fill the library and the hallway surrounding you.

You went back to your pile and turned your back to him, giving him some sort of privacy, what you thought he needed.

Reggie wasn’t sure if there was another time in his life where he had listened to this song and related to it more.

So when he wiped his nose on his sleeve and turned around and saw you, he realized he didn’t want to be far away from you, he didn’t want to yell at you, he didn’t want that distance.

So he quickly pushed the chair and table with wheels out of his way before stopping right behind you, carefully reaching for your hand that was resting by your side.

When you felt his long slim fingers wrap around your own you turned around to look him in the eyes. They were still the same beautiful shade of blue and green, but unlike the last time you really looked into those eyes, they carried so much hurt. So much hurt and sadness that should never have been there in the first place.

But through it all they said I’m sorry. I’m sorry for yelling at you, I’m sorry for all of this.

And you nodded, back, accepting that apology.

So he didn’t hesitate a moment, wrapping his arms tightly around you and burying his face in your shoulder. You nearly gasped in surprise as his grip around you tightened. It was as though he was afraid of losing you, and didn’t want to let you go. Lucky for him, you felt the same.

Slowly, your hands found their way around his neck. You could feel Reggie’s tears dampen your shirt, but you couldn’t care less.

“It’s going to be okay, Reggie,” you whispered.

Reggie sniffled quietly, shaking his head. “Don’t say that,” he murmured.

“Say what?” you asked.

“Say that everything’s going to be okay,” he continued in a hushed but angry voice. “Say that everything is all sunshine and rainbows when at the end of the day my parents will still fucking hate each other while yours struggle to keep their home.”

You stiffened under his touch. His words struck a nerve in you, but you pushed down the anger in you. He was hurting, and what he needed was a friend, not a fixer.

Instead, you squeezed him tight against you. “Then, don’t think,” you said. “Clear your mind and- and forget everything. Forget your parents, forget this stupid detention and the musty smell of these ancient books, forget me.”

Reggie dug his head deeper into your chest. “I don’t want to forget you, Cookie,” he murmured. “I-I don’t want you to leave me again a-and-“

You shushed him. “I’m not leaving, Flicka,” you reassured him. “I promise.”

Reggie let out another broken sob. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I-it’s just that we both don’t have a good record with those. Promises, I mean.”

“Let’s clear the slate,” you suggested softly. “Start over to a point where all broken promises of the past are nothing but a mere memory, okay?”

Reggie nodded, placing his hands over yours. “I’d really like that Cookie,”

You smiled, removing your hand from his cheek and linking your pinky with his. It was just like when you were kids, but slightly different. This time, it had so much more meaning of hope and love. “Then take my promise to your heart, Flicka, because I’m not leaving. No matter what.”

Reggie rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and letting whatever tears had gathered to fall down his cheeks. You lifted your head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the spot right in between his eyes, letting your lips linger there a moment longer than they should have.

“Dance with me Cookie?” he whispered.

“Flicka, you know I suck at that,” you laughed quietly, ducking your head as your cheeks tinged red.

“Don’t worry,” he sniffed as you wiped a few of his stray tears. “I won’t leave you hanging,”

“Okay,” you breathed, allowing his hands to gently hold your waist while yours were wrapped around his shoulders.

As you gently swayed in the library you could vividly see two young teenagers in a brightly lit room dancing to the same song.

You could hear Reggie softly humming along with the tune, but when you opened your eyes and looked at him you were brought back to reality and realized what you needed to do,

“I’m gonna call the boys okay?” you said gently and Reggie winced. “I won’t tell them. I was just going to stay over at Rose’s place tonight so maybe we could all stay in the studio.” you suggested. “So you don’t have to go home.”

“Y-You’d do that?” he asked, a certain tone of surprise in his voice.

You pressed your lips together and nodded, pulling away from him.

Making your way to the phone behind Mr. Mallard’s desk, you dialled Rose’s house number first to ask if it was okay to have everyone over, before making the subsequent calls to Alex, Luke, and Bobby.

After dealing with the phone you checked the time. Technically you still had an hour of your detention left, but for today Mrs. Hillside just swore you to honesty.

As much as it made you anxious to do so you looked over at Reggie and raised a brow.

“Should we call it? We can walk over to Rose’s place. I told Luke to bring some comfortable clothes for you,”

“Sure,” he nodded and you hesitantly let go of his hand. For some reason it felt like it was too much at once. You just needed a few moments to yourself.

All you ever wanted was for things to go back to the way they were, but now that it seemed to be happening it was a lot to take in and Reggie sensed that so he didn’t push farther, only grabbing his bag and walking quietly by your side as you left the school through a backdoor that was locked from the outside.

The situation for you both might have been one to cause panic or worry, but right now you both relished the fact that your friends were sure to provide a wonderful distraction.

—

“Lady bunny, you’re wearing your pyjamas already?” Luke chuckled from his spot on the couch while you walked out of the washroom, day clothes folded in your arms.

“I intend on relaxing today, kidnapper, thank you very much,” you said in a matter of fact tone.

“You still wearing my shirt to bed, Cookie?” Reggie teased and you stuck your tongue out at him before retorting with,

“Still wearing that Star Wars underwear Flicka?”

“Yikes,” Alex scrunched up his nose and Reggie’s cheeks went a darker shade of red than they usually were.

“They still fit okay, it would be a waste,” Reggie fought back.

“No one wants to hear that,” Bobby grimaced while you and Rose laughed together, relaxing on the futon.

“Why don’t we play a game or something?” Rose suggested. “Just to pass time, I mean this is a sleepover isn’t it?”

“That sounds like a good idea,” you nodded. “Any suggestions?”

“We could play would you rather?” Bobby said, “I mean that’s a favorite right?”

You nodded in agreement. “I haven’t played that game in a while, but I’m down.” Everyone gathered around the coffee table. Prepared to sit next to Reggie, you felt someone’s hand grab yours and tug you down. Looking to your right, you saw Luke smiling giddily at you.

“As your parent,” Luke said in a motherly tone. “I need to sit by your side in case any inappropriate language is used.”

Bobby rolled his eyes. “Fuck off, Luke,” he said.

Luke gasped, covering your ears and pulling you to his chest. “Language!” he hissed. “We have a bunny here and I don’t want you to taint her mind with your demon words. No fucks, no shits, no dicks.” You shot the boy a look before pushing him off you.

“Would someone tell this guy I’m not five?” you rolled your eyes only to have one of your cheeks pinched by Reggie while he snickered and said,

“You sure look like it,” You threw an empty solo cup at him.

“Who wants to go first?” Rose asked with a wide grin.

“Oh me!” Luke exclaimed, raising his hand and waving it around wildly.

“Sometimes I don’t know what you’re on,” Alex sighed and the rest of the group laughed.

“Okay, okay, um, Bobby would you rather smash your guitar or have it run over by a semi?”

“That’s just cruel,” Bobby looked at Luke wide eyed and he just gave him a smirk in return. He sighed heavily before saying, “I’d like to think if I smashed it, it would be from rocking out so hard so I’ll go with that one,”

“Okay now it’s your turn,” you raised your brows at Bobby.

“Alright, (N/N), would you rather be locked in a room with Reggie or Luke?”

You scrunched up your nose. “Both are horrible options,” you began, making the boys yell out in response. “But the real question is: would I rather be babied to oblivion or be murdered?” you thought for a moment.

“I wouldn’t murder you!” Reggie exclaimed. “That’s too easy,” he smirked and you gasped, slapping his arm.

“Hush you!”

“What would you do to torture her then?” Rose asked curiously, knowing exactly what buttons she was pushing.

“Well see if you really want to get someone you make them fall in love with you and then break their heart,” Reggie explained casually.

“Oh that is cold Reggie,” Alex said with wide eyes.

“But I wouldn’t do that to (N/N), I think she deserves a murder,” Reggie shrugged his shoulders, taking a sip from his cup.

“Put me out of my misery,” you nodded. “Alright, I’d go with Reggie,”

Luke pouted, leaning his head on your shoulder. “But we’d have fun, Lady Bunny,” he whined. “Don’t you love me?”

You scoffed, flicking his forehead. “Barely,” you joked. Luke just grabbed you by the arms and brought you up to him, pressing a smacking kiss to her cheek.

“I’m your mom you have to love me,” he poked and you made a face, wiping your cheek after he had kissed you. “Hey! That was a sign of motherly love, how dare you!” You smirked, flipping him off before continuing the game.

After what seemed like hours passed, you and your friends got bored of the game once you started to run out of ideas.

Alex was nearly passed out on the floor, but Bobby nudged him awake. “Can we play a new game now?” Bobby sighed. “I know would you rather was my idea, but I’m kinda tired of it.”

You nodded tiredly, before your mind clicked with an idea,

“Wait how about MASH?” you asked curiously. “Reggie and I used to play it all the time,”

Reggie’s lips quirked up to a smile. “Yeah!” he exclaimed. “I’m still hoping I get that mansion and forty horses.”

“I don’t understand how you play rock music. Were you born in Montana or something?” Rose chuckled.

“Pfft,” Reggie scoffed while you laughed. He sighed and finally conceded with a nod. “Yeah okay, I’m not from here,”

“Wait you’re not!” Luke exclaimed and Reggie shook his head.

“I’m from Wyoming,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I moved here when I was like...four.”

Bobby’s face turned sour. “Wyoming doesn’t exist,” he said stubbornly.

Alex coughed, “Wait you don’t actually think that do you?”

“It’s a joke Alex, and you ruined it,” Bobby rolled his eyes. “But seriously Reg, Wyoming?” he frowned. “Like what do you even do there?”

“Live on a ranch,” Reggie sighed longingly and you tried to stifle a laugh, prompting him to put you in a headlock and ruffle your hair.

“You’re laughing right now, but no one knows where you’re from,” he smirked.

“Oh Reggie, you’re a dick.”

“Language!” Luke exclaimed, trying to cover your mouth while you protested and Reggie explained that you also were not a California native.

“(N/N)’s not from California either, she moved here when she was five,” Reggie explained.

“From where?!” Alex asked, completely invested.

“I thought we were gonna play MASH?” you tried to interject, but no one was listening to you and Reggie still had you locked under his arm. “Flicka don’t do this!”

“She’s from Canada!” he grinned and you groaned. “And the town she lived in is called Saint-Louis du Ha!-Ha!”

“Reginald!” you protested, finally wrestling yourself out of his grip while he laughed uncontrollably.

“The city has two exclamation marks in its name!”

“Guys,” Luke started seriously and Reggie’s laughter faded to silence as you listened to the band leader. “I-I have a confession to make. I’m also not from here,”

“You’re not?!” Bobby was coming close to losing it, having not known about his friends.

“I’m also from the Great White North,”

“Wait really?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’m from Fredrickton,” Luke grinned.

“No way!” you exclaimed giddily. “So are you Acadian?”

“Proudly so,” he nodded and you gave him a high five.

“Canucks unite!” you laughed, not noticing the pointed glare Reggie was sending Luke.

Bobby pulls his hair in frustration. “Okay, who else isn’t from California here?”

Rose sheepishly raised her hand, much to Bobby’s disbelief. “Puerto Rico?” she answered, more so like a question.

“Dude,” Alex said, shaking his head. “She has a strong Puerto Rican accent.”

Bobby stood up abruptly, storming off. “I’m out of here!”

You stifled back a giggle, calling out, “Bobby! Where are you going?”

“TO THE FUCKING GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE,” he yelled back. “MAYBE I’LL FIND ACTUAL CALIFORNIANS THERE.” You rolled his eyes at his dramatics. You knew he would probably make it out the door before coming back in. The boy was far too lazy to make the drive, anyway.

“I wonder if he realizes that I’m from California, too?” Alex pondered aloud. The entire group burst into laughter.

“Let’s just start the game without Bobby,” Rose suggested. “Who wants to go first?”

“I can go,” Reggie nodded, grabbing a scrap of paper and writing down the things for each category.

“Okay hit me with some career options,”

“Stripper,” you said, slapping his back and he rolled his eyes, but still followed the rules and wrote it down under occupations. “You’d be a terrible stripper though, you can’t dance and you have terrible balance,”

“Okay I’d be an amazing stripper, but that’s besides the point,” Reggie countered and continued writing all the names and places his friends wanted thrown in his options. “Alright numbers now right?” You hummed in response.

“Do five,” you said with a toothy grin. “That was how old we were when we met.”

Reggie nodded, starting to go down each list and circling whatever he landed on. At one point as he counted, his face turned red as he hid the paper from you and everyone else’s view. Once he was done, you tugged on his arm.

“Come on, Flicka,” you teased. “Show us what you got!”

Reggie cleared his throat, “I mean is that really necessary?” he asked cautiously.

“Come on it can’t be that bad,” Alex insisted.

“Um, well it’s not bad perse,”

“How do you know that word?” Luke teased and Reggie rolled his eyes. “Just tell us,”

“Alright well I got a house, a music teacher, two kids, five horses and I’ll live here,” he nodded, trying to avoid a certain topic.

“Who do you marry?” Rose asked curiously.

“No one?” he answered unsurely.

Rose rolled her eyes. “That wasn’t an option,” she reminded him. “Come on, it’s just a game, Reg. Just show it.” When Reggie refused to move, Rose resorted to snatching the paper from his hands.

“Rose!” he cried out, reaching for the paper.

The girl only held the paper far away, squinting her eyes to read the circled mark. “It’s (N/N)!” she squealed. Rose and Alex high fived each other while you dug your into Reggie’s chest, completely flustered. As a response, Reggie wrapped his arm around your waist and rested his head against yours.

“It’s okay (N/N),” he said loud enough for the rest to hear. “We can just murder them,” he smirked and they all burst into a fit of outrage, during which Reggie leaned in closer to you, his lips coming close to your ear while he whispered,

“It’s nice to take a break every once in a while, right?”

You nodded with a smile.

“Yeah, Cookie can let loose,” you joked.

“Of course she can,” he smiled, lifting his head and pressing a kiss to your temple before resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Oh my God did you see that!” Rose pointed to you and Reggie and he stuck his tongue out at her.

“What can’t a guy hug a gal?” he countered and you just placed your hand on Reggie’s mouth before he made it first, prompting him to teasingly bite your finger.

“Flicka!” you complained while Luke immediately came to your rescue.

“Guys! You gotta leave at least a foot for Jesus, come on this is beginner stuff,” he poked. Luke swatted Reggie’s hand away. “Get your hand off my daughter. I’m not ready to be a grandmother just yet, Peters.”

“Luke,” you whined at his extra comment.

“If they think this is bad they should’ve seen the dance Mrs. Leona made us do,” Reggie nudged you and you agreed with a chuckle.

“Since when are you guys in the dance class?” Bobby asked, coming back into the studio with more snacks.

“We’re not, Mrs. Hillside assigned under Mrs. Leona’s care for a day and we helped choreograph a dance for the sophomores next semester,” you explained, totally not realizing the implications of what you had said.

“You know they’re gonna make us dance now right?” Reggie sighed.

“Shit, they are, aren’t they,”

With a loud groan you both stood up and Reggie took your hand.

“From the top Cookie?”

“From the top,” you sighed with a roll of your eyes.

Rose reached for the speakers, connecting her MP3 to them and playing the song.

“Swing those hips, Reginald!” Luke whooped, reaching for the bowl of popcorn in the middle of the coffee table. Reggie mouthed a swear to his friend as his hands found his place on your hips.

“Watch where you’re putting those hands!” Rose warned. Rolling his eyes, Reggie teasing dropped his hands lower, only for you to swat them away.

“I’ll still bite you,” you hissed playfully.

“Promise?” he shot back.

Once the music started to play, you felt Reggie’s hand trail down your arm. Every move was burned to your memory as you danced along with Reggie. The comments of your friends -either cheering or teasing- escaped your mind.

And all that you wanted was for the night to never end.

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Congratulations on 5k followers! Can I get a platonic 90’s Reggie x female reader imagine with prompt 22? The reader is friends with all the boys from Sunset Curve but is closest to Reggie. They have almost a sibling type relationship. Her boyfriend broke up with her. The boys from Sunset Curve cheer her up by taking her on a road trip. It was Reggie’s idea.

it's road trip time indeed

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You don’t know that you’ve felt this miserable in quite some time, if ever. You were doing great before– wonderful life, passable schoolwork, excellent boyfriend who loved you, or at least claimed that he loved you. Can you see where this is going? Should you, perhaps, have seen it in the weeks before this, when you missed how he was falling out of love with you just as quickly as you were falling in love with him?

Instead, you saw nothing of the sort, and now you’re the one trying not to cry in the corner of your best friends’ music studio. Their invitation has been a constant one, repeatedly extended especially after your boyfriend broke up with you. You figured you could use a change of scenery in the hopes of feeling even a little less terrible, so you came.

In truth, it has done a fairly good job of brightening your spirits. You’ve been friends with the bandmates of Sunset Curve for a long time, Reggie Peters the longest. He was the one you met first, and he’s the one who’s become something of a brother to you. The others are wonderful, of course, but some part of your heart will always associate Reggie the closest with family.

This also means that he’s the most concerned about your post-breakup state. Every few minutes, he’s casting a worried glance your way. He’s been a little distracted for the past few minutes with some business in the far corner of the studio, but you haven’t really been paying attention to the boys’ practice.

Eventually, Reggie comes over to you, the three others hanging back with the smiles of someone who’s got something to hide. Reggie is practically jumping with excitement, and he can hardly sit still long enough to grab a chair opposite you.

You arch a brow at him. “You look pleased. Has Luke finally caved and let you talk him into doing a country song or two?”

Reggie shakes his head sadly. “No, but he should definitely consider it!”

This last part is said in a shout directed towards the others. Luke Patterson, the offending singer, just mouths ‘No way’ at the back of Reggie’s head, and you have to choke back a laugh.

“Anyway,” Reggie says briskly, “how are you doing?”

“I feel like I hate all boys,” you comment matter of factly.

Reggie chuckles. “I think you’re in bad company for that. Besides, I think I have something that could make you feel better.”

You glance at him quizzically. “What’s that?”

Reggie reaches into his pockets, pulling his hands out closed around two small objects. “Are you ready for this?”

Cautiously, you nod. “I think so, but I’m getting worried now. What’s going on?”

“This,” Reggie declares proudly, “is the answer to mending your broken heart.”

He opens one hand to reveal five tickets to a concert by your favorite band, and then turns over the other hand to hold up car keys.

You look between the two objects, stunned. “You got tickets? That’s insane! Wait, but they’re playing one state over. That’s nowhere near us.”

Reggie nods encouragingly, and seconds later, you get it.

Your eyes light up with unbridled joy, all heartbreaking boys forgotten. “Are we going on a road trip?”

“Right on the money,” Reggie says happily, “We could all use a change of scenery, so why not? Clear your schedule, we leave Monday morning. This is going to be so much fun.”

You beam at him for a second longer, then throw your arms around him. “You guys are the best friends ever. I can’t believe this is happening.”

Alex, Luke, and Bobby rush over to join in the group hug. You can feel your spirits soaring with every passing second.

“It was Reggie’s idea,” Alex mumbles, “He wanted to make sure you knew that.”

“Like, really sure,” Bobby confirms, “It was actually crucial that one of us bring that up. My life was threatened.”

Reggie scoffs. “I would never do something like that. I’m sure you’ll live far longer than any of us, Bobby. All that sarcasm is good for your health.”

Bobby lunges forward to swat Reggie on the shoulder, causing all of you to break into laughter. Yes, this is going to be a good trip indeed.

Monday morning finds you with your overnight bag packed, ready by the doors of the studio to take off. Bobby insists on taking the first shift of driving, which is probably for the best. The rest of you are either half asleep or so hyper on caffeine that you might start thinking you could fly.

Alex takes shotgun, racing Luke for the prodigious spot. He only makes it in time by the slimmest of margins, something Luke is quick to point out for the next hour or so. That leaves you, Reggie, and Luke in the back, which you’d argue were the best spots of all.

Alex masters music by default, given his position. The five of you scream out the lyrics to songs playing on the radio for as long as you can until the stations turn to ads, at which point Alex is forced to scramble to find the next channel before an uproar ensues.

You all take a break about an hour or so in, jumping out of the car to run circles around a nearby rest stop. It’s gotten fairly hot by now, so you all grab slushies at a gas station across the street. Luke tests his balance by walking on the edge of the curb, one careful foot over the other. He’s actually pretty good about not falling until Reggie fully tackles him out of nowhere.

They land on the grass with a solid impact, but they’re both laughing so hard that you can tell they aren’t hurt in the slightest. The conflict earns you the irritated stares of a couple exiting a nearby boutique, which only makes your grins broaden.

After you’ve sufficiently rested, you all pile back into the car. Positions are switched, with Alex driving. Luke claims shotgun as soon as he can, fixing all of you with an evil stare, all but daring you to try and fight him for the spot. If any of you raised an objection, you’re fairly sure you’d be taken out within the span of a second.

About half an hour into the second shift, you, Reggie, and Bobby realize that there are levers on the sides of the seats that cause the backs to snap backwards into a reclining position in moments. Thus launches an intensive period of brutal warfare in which all pleasantries are retired. You’ll be minding your own business and then your lever is pulled, causing you to be flung backwards out of the blue.

You and Reggie target Bobby at first, but Reggie decides that becoming a traitor is his best career choice and turns on you when you least expect it. Shrieks of surprise and betrayal fill the air, underscoring the beat of the music. Luke tries to complain about the three of you being so loud that he can’t hear the lyrics, which leads to all of you immediately reaching for the lever of his seat at the same time. It’s simply what he deserves.

You take the next driving shift, as apparently you and Reggie are causing too many problems and need to be separated. Luke retires the position of shotgun to Bobby, but he quickly becomes invested in launching a punch buggy conquest against the boys on either side of him, so he’s not doing too badly, either.

After your driving shift, the lot of you decide to pull in at a local restaurant or some lunch. The five of you get burgers and sandwiches, eating on red and white checkered tablecloths. You’ve been saving up for a while, so you’re all able to get milkshakes for dessert, just because.

Alex drinks his shake too fast and clutches his temples in the agony of a brain freeze. Despite his supposed anguish, however, he seems to have healed pretty quickly and can be spotted drinking again within the span of about fifteen seconds.

Reggie takes the last driving shift, delivering all of you to the hotel. The night passes quickly; although all any of you really did was sit in a car for several hours, every one of you is somehow exhausted. You do hear reports of pillow fights, however, and certainly take part in some yourself.

The concert is the next night. The five of you take the opportunity to explore the town during the day. Luke stumbles upon a mural on a nearby wall and instantly gets the idea for some killer lyrics. He panics briefly, being so far from his studio, but you reveal that you always carry a notebook and a pen for just such a purpose and hand it over. He claims that he’ll dedicate the next album in your honor, which makes you laugh.

Soon enough, the sun starts to fade from the sky, and your merry group heads over to the concert hall. You think this night will go down as one of your best memories, the five of you screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs. Air guitars abound, drum solos are rapped out against legs, and you’re all so thrilled to be here that you can’t imagine a world in which you didn’t have this.

It’s the most wild night of your life, plain and simple, and the best time you’ve ever had. The five of you are talking about the concert the entire drive back, analyzing everything from dance moves to song mashups to concert attendance. You can tell that Reggie is getting ideas for an upcoming show, but then again, they all are. You don’t see something like that without wanting to live it for yourself.

As for you, you couldn’t be happier. Even when the trip ends, you’re not thinking about any ex boyfriends anymore. You have enough Polaroids to paper your walls, enough memories to keep you ecstatic for years. All of you agreed that you definitely need to do road trips more often, so you can count on something like this in the near future.

After all, what’s not to love? You have your best friends, and at the end of the day, that’s all you’ll ever need. When you’re with them, you’re happier than ever, and you can’t think about a single worry when you’re around them. It’s good, you’re good, and nothing could ever be better.

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