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luke-patterson-owns-my-soul · 4 years ago

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Scratch My Back...

Luke Patterson x Reader

Title: Scratch my Back…

Words: 1241

Summary: Y/N and Luke’s secret relationship gets found out.

Requested: Anon Request for Reggie or Alex finding out about Luke and their sister after they’re intimate and leave marks TW: Mentions of sex, mild swearing Author’s notes: I hope this is what you wanted, dear Anon. I hope I did your request justice. Characters have been aged up.

Kissing you on the lips, Luke crawled out of your bed and walked across your room picking up his discarded clothes. You can’t help but watch him as he moves, the muscles shifting under his tan skin as he pulls his jeans on.

“Do you have to go?” you ask, not wanting him to leave you alone. He never stayed over, not wanting to get caught by your family. You knew it wasn’t anything personal, but it still hurt every time he got dressed and climbed out of your bedroom window with a kiss and a smile.

“I’m sorry, babe, but you know I can’t stay.” He leaned over the bed and kissed you deeply. “Have you seen my shirt?” As he turned to look around your room you can’t help but burst out laughing.

“It’s hanging off my lamp.” You tell him, not mentioning the four scratches on his back. He’ll find out about them soon enough.

Once Luke’s dressed, he crawls onto your bed and kisses you again. This one could easily turn into more, and he groans when he pulls away.

“I love you.” He whispers as he locks his eyes on yours before escaping out of your bedroom window. Minutes after he leaves, Reggie sticks his head around your door.

“Why aren’t you ready? The show starts in an hour.” Your brother hated being late for anything. The venue for tonight’s gig was less than twenty minutes away by car, he needn’t have worried.

“Give me 5 and I’ll meet you down in the car.” You threw your car keys over to Reggie, waiting until he left the room before climbing out of bed to grab a quick shower.

It was almost fifteen minutes by the time you were dressed and had your make-up done. You rushed down to your car, where Reggie’s tapping his fingers against the dash.

“We are gonna be so late, Y/N. And I’ll be blaming you.” He snapped as you climbed into the driver’s seat.

“Reg, when have I ever let you down?” Starting the engine, you pull away from your house, a delicious ache still invading your body.

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As expected, you and Reggie arrived with plenty of time to spare. Alex had already set up his drumkit and was chatting with his boyfriend, Willie and Bobby while Luke was on stage checking over his amp. He caught your eye and flashed you a wink without anyone seeing before carrying on. You busied yourself with setting up the merch table near the bar.

As you were the only one old enough to drink, you bought the guys some soda and yourself a beer. Once it was time for them to head backstage to get ready, you settled yourself in for a night of crowd watching. It never bothered you seeing girls fawn over Luke. He was twenty, gorgeous, and crazy talented, but you were the one he wanted screaming his name. It was just a shame you had to sneak around to do it.

Although you were a year older then Reggie, he’d banned his friends from ever dating you back in high school. It had pissed you off, especially when you realized you had feelings for Luke. So, for the past year, the two of you had been meeting up in secret. The excitement had been such a turn on at first, but now it was draining for the both of you. More than anything, you wanted to be able to go out in public with the man you loved without offending your brother.

Feeling irritated, you decided to head backstage to see if you could grab five minutes with Luke, maybe they could sneak off somewhere so she could give him a few good luck kisses before he went on stage.

“What the fuck are those on your back?” you could hear Reggie laughing from the dressing room they’d been given by the venue. You stopped outside the door so you could eavesdrop.

“What?” Luke’s voice was laced with confusion, making you giggle silently.

“You have some wicked scratches on your back. Wait… have you got a little side thing that you’ve been keeping a secret from us?” Bobby joined in the conversation. Trust him to make it sound so crass, but you couldn’t blame him really.

To prevent Luke having to lie outright, you knocked on the door before slipping inside.

“Ten minutes, guys.” You grinned at the four of them, trying not to make eye contact with Luke who was smirking at you. You knew he was going to get his own back at some point, but would rather it didn’t happen in front of your brother and his friends.

“Thanks, Y/N. Alex smiled at you as you tied your hair up into a messy topknot. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Luke’s eyes widen.

“Wait, sis. What’s that?” Reggie walked over to you, his eyes glued to the side of your neck. Without thinking, you lift your hand and wince when you touch your neck. Automatically, your eyes lift to look at Luke who has the balls to grin at you.

“Is that a hickey?” Alex asks, leaning in for a closer look. “Girl, you’ve been marked.” He laughs. As he moves away from you, he notices what’s passing silently between you and Luke and you hear him utter ‘oh shit’ under his breath before he and Bobby excuse themselves to head out of the room.

“Uh…” is all you manage to say while Reggie squints at you.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” He comments, blissfully ignorant. “Bit of a coincidence that both…” He trails off, suddenly looking at you and Luke.

“Reg…” You start to speak, but he holds a hand up to cut you off.

“Not you. Him.”

You watch as Luke covers his body with another shirt and take a deep breath before turning to one of his best friends.

“Reggie… it just happened.”

“What, you tripped, and your dick landed in my sister? Try again asshole.”

“Reg, it wasn’t like that, and although you’re pissed, I know you know that.” Luke stands next to you and takes hold of your hand, raising it to kiss the back of your knuckles. “But all I can say is that I love her, with all my being. Neither of us wanted to hurt you, which is why we kept it quiet at first. Then it just got harder to come clean the longer it went on.”

“Hang on, how long have you two been a thing?” His voice was less angry and hurt, but you could still see something in his eyes. Letting go of Luke’s hand you pulled your brother into a hug.

“Reg, I adore you. You’re the best little brother I could ever have asked for, but you can’t control my life. Me and Luke are a thing, a serious thing, I’m afraid you’re just going to have to get used to it.”

“How long, Y/N?”

“A year or so.” You waited for him to explode.

“Well, that explains so much.” With a grin, he turns to Luke. “Break her heart, I’ll smash up your favorite guitar.”

With a wink in your direction, Reggie left the room.

“Well, that went better than expected.” Luke gathered you in his arms and kissed you deeply.

For once, you didn’t have to hide, and it felt amazing.

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theobxhummingbird · 4 years ago

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You are all for me. Reggie x Reader.

Summary: After dealing with a bad day at rehearsal, Reggie finds his own way of escape.

A/N: @jatptrash1800 your imagine is finally here, hope you like it and really hope it’s the way you wanted.🤗🤗🤗 Thank you for suggesting it.

(GIF CREDITS TO OWNER)

Reggie had enough of the night. A whole day of rehearsal usually didn’t make him tired that much to the state of being unable to even move his fingers, because he loved singing and playing the guitar. But this time, it was something different. Bobby was being his selfish self, trying to prove the band’s nothing without him, just spinning the words around so it he doesn’t seem so direct; Luke was still mad at his mom; Alex, god knew what was wrong with him, because that day he messed up a lot. Reggie really had enough.

On the other hand, his parents, and his lovely girlfriend Y/N, had called him a few times. And even though he saw all their calls, it was impossible to return to them. Music took over his life, and he didn’t have time for his loved ones. He felt bad, not only for not seeing them as often as he wanted to, but he really felt bad; he felt sick of the music industry’s constant contracts, and disagreements about them.

Reggie dropped the guitar in its place, and aggressively left rehearsal. The guys tried to go after him, but he didn’t listen, nor turn around to them. He just walked away from the studio without a single word. And he knew it’s for the best, because if he told everything that he kept in himself, it’ll cause a problem in the band.

He wasn’t the type of person to argue. Opposite, he was actually the sweet and understandable type. While the other fought for their place, he just enjoyed what he loved; music. But when these types of moments, fell right on top of him, he always had one escape.

-Reggie? -her sleepy figure opened the door, to only be met by her boyfriend, who was at the edge of crying. He pushed himself into her, almost knocking her over, as his arms wrapped tightly around her.

-I needed someone to talk to. -he sniffed and wiped away his tears.

-Come in. -she made way for him, and Reggie entered the warmth of her house. He always stated, that Y/N’s house had a different feeling. And it wasn’t because he’s his girlfriend, but it really did. It was full of joy, true feelings, love, coziness. He loved it.

-Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N. -he greeted her parents, who were sat in the living room watching TV. Y/N gestured them with her face, that he wasn’t doing well, and they waved him, knowing he needs their daughter, and there was really no need of asking him questions.

-I had the worst day, in the history of worst days. -he took of his jacket and tossed it on the chair, dropping himself on her bed. -It just took me a second to get out on the balcony and scream, but leaving was way appropriate.

-Did you argue with the boys? -she sat next to him, though he had his hands behind his head, as he stared at the ceiling.

-Bobby states with some professional sentences, that Sunset Curve’s nothing without him. Luke argued with his mum and is mad at everything and nothing suits the album for him. Alex has these weird mood swings and nobody understands him. What about me? Am I supposed to deal with every single one of their stupid attitudes? Why doesn’t no one ask how I feel? I can’t see my loved one properly because of music.

-Reggie, when people form a band, is like when couples form a family. You form a group, with the thought of always dealing with every crisis that’ll appear. And I understand you feel mad about them, and it’s approving. I think you need a good sleep right now. You’ll figure out everything with a fresh mind tomorrow, okay?

-I thought you’ll never ask. -he sat up, and pulled the covers of her bed, then slipped himself under. Still holding the cover up, so Y/N could come, she settled herself next to Reggie, and like always, Reggie’s the one to hold her, this time, she was the one to hold him.

-You’re all for me. Now go to sleep. -she giggled, and the both of them relaxed and fell asleep. It was like he got filled with energy, just by feeling her next to him. And he missed being cuddled, because of the lack of seeing each other.

Luke and Alex argued with Bobby, and separated ways that night. Bobby went with Rose, while Luke and Alex were on the hunt of Reggie. His phone was off, they had no idea where to look for him. His parents told them he didn’t come home, and was probably at Y/N, which got them worried as well after seeing the two guys trying to find their son. So the both of them made their way there.

Y/N’s parents could be seen from the living room window, and they would question why the two bandmates of the daughter’s boyfriend are doing in the house late at night? So, the only way to Y/N’s bedroom, was her window. They climbed the tree and tried to push it open. When they saw them sleeping together, Luke and Alex took a seat around the room. They seemed so peaceful, that waking them up was too sad for them.

-Dude, I literally glued myself to this chair from waiting. I think if I get up, the chair will get up with me as well. -whined Alex.

-I took a book from the book collection. What is this? Why does this girl read mystery, that literally makes no sense to me. -he flipped through the pages.

-Maybe because you left school early, that’s why you don’t understand it. -said Alex, and got a side glare from Luke. -Okay, enough, I’m waking them up.

He tip toed to the bed, and caught Reggie by the foot and started shaking him, -Good morning, love birds.

-Am I dreaming? -said Reggie with sleepy, squinted eyes.

-Why would you dream about me, you crazy? -said Alex and pulled the covers off them. -Your parents got worried for you Reggie, we came to find you. We also got worried bro, we’re also your family.

-Oh, I forgot to text my parents. -he said, and peeked over to see Y/N. She was still cuddling his arm, and sleeping. Alex managed to wake up Reggie, without waking her up, which made him very happy his friend did that.

-Dude, what’s up with your girl reading illogical mystery books? Check her up. -he left the book on its place, and opened the window so they could sneak out of it.

Reggie didn’t even hear him. He was too busy looking at Y/N’s cheek squished into her pillow, and her lips getting that pink color, matching her cheeks. He placed a few kisses to her face, before placing the covers over her body.

-Dude, you’ll see her tomorrow. Come on. -said Alex, while Luke was already out of the room. Reggie was being held like a magnet, and they hardly took him out of her bedroom. Though he couldn’t leave without leaving her a small message.

-Reggie? -she said, as soon as the window closed and they were out. On the pillow next to her, where Reggie was sleeping, there was a little note, and it made her smile, just seeing his handwriting: ‘’I love you. Thank you for being there for me. See you tomorrow, princess. Oh and by the way, you were right, band is like forming a family. :)”

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blondsauduun-reads · 4 years ago

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The Revolution That’s Been Singing In The Rain (JATP Reggie X Reader)

Pairing: 1995!Reggie x Reader

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: some swearing?

Plot: Ok so, it’s a pride parade/riot/demo, in 1995 (or so), and the boys go to support Alex, but surprise! There’s music there too! And Reggie likes the person playing the electric violin at the march. But like it starts to rain and they gotta stop with the instruments and get off the stage but they don’t stop singing. So anyway Reggie is in first row and the band was singing a cover of We Will Rock You and Reg of course knows the lyrics as does everyone. So they start singing and dancing very energetically and passionately in the rain. At the end the violin person gives Reggie their number

A/N: nonbinary reader (they/them pronouns) The link to the electric violin cover of we will rock you without the lyrics. Also. This is the first one-shot I’ve ever written and stuff so please be nice :) yes I accept constructive criticism too.

After practice, Alex had finally mustered up the strength to ask his best friends/bandmates,

“So, there’s this gay thing, on Saturday, and I wanted to ask if it you guys wanted to come with me?” The three other guys were listening closely to him, while fiddling around a bit with their instruments.

“It’s okay though, if you don’t.” Hadn’t even given them time to react, let alone answer. “If you don’t wanna come, I mean.”

A second of silence, the three of them surprised, exchanging looks, the blond one dreading the answer.

“No, yeah, dude.” Luke finally said, leaving his guitar on the stand. “We’ll totally go with you!”

“Yeah! We were just shocked that you’d wanna go.” Bobby said, because he and the two other guys had heard about it but weren’t going to bring it up if Alex wasn’t.

“We’re really proud of you, bro,” Reggie said, hugging his neck from behind. Kinda looked awkward. “I wish I was half as brave as you.”

With the whole AIDs thing, the President, his parents, and you know, the anxiety he lived with, Alex couldn’t really live his whole truth most of the time without fearing for his life, so yes, going to a Pride thing was no small feat for the boy.

“Yep, you can let me go now, Reg.” He chuckled, or coughed, because Reggie wasn’t exactly a spaghetti build person, and was hugging his neck rather tightly.

“So when’s the date bro?” Luke sat down on the couch, spreading himself out like pancake batter on a pan.

It was Saturday. Somehow, Reggie convinced them all to paint lil rainbows on either their cheeks or hands. They all looked adorable, sitting in the metro pressed together like anchovies, all with backpacks loaded with water, their respective lunches, and whatever the hell more fitted in the backpack.

Once they got to the station, they went out, following another group of people dressed for a parade, and in a bit more than five minutes, they were smack in the middle of the parade, chanting something in favor of LGBTQ+ rights.

“Do you hear that?” Reggie asked Alex, but like, screaming.

“Yeah, its about to storm, or something.” He said, looking at the sky, which was getting grayer by the minute.

“Not thunder, it’s like,” The black haired squinted in thought. “it’s like, music, I think. Queen.” He said. “Imma go, be right back!”

Reg disappeared in between the queers at the parade, following that sound.

“Reg, no! Shi…” Alex opened and closed his eyes in disapproval and desperation. “Luke! Bobby! We got a rogue bassist!” Bobby and Luke’s reactions to that were similar to Alex’s.

Meanwhile, Reggie had successfully found the source of the music. At a nearby park, was a stage, like those kinds of stages that can be built in like a day, and on top of it, a rock band.

Said like that, it probably doesn’t sound too special, but the thing was, they were playing a We Will Rock You cover, with an electric violin, or that’s what he could tell from a hundred feet distance from the actual stage, so, continuing squishing himself through the crowd, feeling some droplets of rain on his face, he got closer to the band, until he reached a six feet distance.

Shit, the violin was so incredibly pretty, like, it looked like some sort of futuristic weapon. The guy was loving it. The person playing it though, divine; the way they moved their arms and feet and carried themself. Also, yeah, probably the prettiest person Reg had seen to date.

The band, apart from having the violinist, who also was the backup singer, had a drummer, a bassist, and a guitarist, also the lead singer.

Anyway, the scene, everyone stomping their feet on the ground, singing the song with the band, remembering the now dead Freddie Mercury and how iconic he was, the energy of all those people, together in the fight for freedom and equality. The revolution. And the fucking rain.

Droplets were suddenly drops, which then started falling faster, and suddenly the band started panicking a bit, they couldn’t break up these vibes, these people.

So, the three with the string instruments put away the instruments, amps, cables and everything as fast as they could, and the drummer rushing his music cylinders into safety, the only ones carrying the music were the people, among which was Reggie, tearing out his vocal chords singing along the various hundreds of people singing too.

Once all the electric shtick on stage was cleared up, the whole band jumped down from the stage, joining the crowd, singing and stomping.

Buddy you’re an old man poor man

Pleadin’ with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day

The violinist, which had seen Reggie look starstruck at them and later on give his all to the music, joined him to sing (and stomp).

They were almost dancing, doing a duet, smiling like children on Christmas morning, being completely soaked through with the rain, and looking at each other with a feeling I can only describe as electricity (and if they looked at each other more electricly, they would have electrocuted themselves along the way.)

You got mud on your face You big disgrace Somebody better put you back in your place

The violinist shot him a wink, he tried to not get flustered, and in return winked back.

We will we will rock you

One last verse to the song, everyone still as excited as they were at the beginning. And yet, this one was sung with intention, with motive, as if they were shouting at the world that they’d rock it to achieve their goal.

We will we will rock you

And that was it. After a couple of seconds, the crowd calmed down and scattered.

“Hey, what are your pronouns?” The violinist asked.

Reggie remembered both the dictionary meaning of pronoun and the context in which it was asked (which Alex so kindly explained to them earlier), “He/Him, I’m Reggie.” He smiled.

“You’re in that band, right? Sunset Curve?” They asked.

“Tell your friends!” I’m pretty sure you can imagine how exactly he said this quote. “I’m the bassist.” Ah yes, and now the important question, “What about you, pronouns and name, I mean.”

“Oh, yeah, that.” They thought for one second before blurting it out, “They/Them, the name’s Y/n.” Y/n stretched out a hand, he seized it and made a mental note to ask Alex about those pronouns after, “So, what brings you here today?”

“Oh, well, my best friend’s gay, but,” He leaned closer to their ear, “I’m like, 90% sure I’m bi.”

“Damn boy, same!” They laughed.

“Anyway, I gotta go now, the instruments are only safe from the rain, not from people,” Y/n scratched the back of their neck. “But, in case I’m not only bi and yearning,” They whipped out a marker from their pocket and scribbled their number on Reggie’s forearm, “give me a call. Maybe we can try to rock out again together.” Wow, so full of confidence, must be the adrenaline that implied losing their instrument over getting a cute bassist as a date.

“Uh, yeah sure,” Y/n was already walking away, smiling at him.” I’ll def give you a call!” There was no answer to that. Only a distant holler.

“Yo! Reggie!” Luke.

“Coming!”

And he did walk over, fishing from his backpack a piece of dry paper and a pen to write down the number on something a bit more permanent. Anyway, he found the guys.

“Remember when I told you I might be bisexual?” He asked, copying the number.

“Yeah, when we were watching Indiana Jones, why?” Alex remembered. Indiana Jones is hot, that’s so not up for discussion.

“Yeah, well” He ripped the page with the number out and stuffed it in his pocket. “now I know, I’m bi.”

“Yeah man, no shit.” Luke teased him. Joke’s on you bitch you’re too.

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astorytotellyourfriends · 4 years ago

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7. "I dreamt about you last night." | Where your writing takes PeterPatter!

ahhh sorry this took forever but i hope you enjoy <3

-x-

When Reggie wakes up, he finds Luke standing over him with a grin on his face.

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!" he crows, knocking his foot against Reggie's thigh.

Reggie winces as he sits up, squinting from the harsh light of day that's flooding into the garage. He doesn't remember falling asleep on the floor, and his whole body aches from sleeping on the unforgiving concrete.

Luke crouches down next to him as Reggie rubs at his eyes, yawning loudly as his mind tries to fully wake up.

"I think I dreamt about you last night," he mumbles, trying to remember the dream as it quickly fades from his mind.

"Oh, yeah?" Luke says as he wiggles his eyebrows. "What sorta dream?"

"I dunno," Reggie says as he sighs, dropping his hand into his lap. "I can't remember."

"Lame." Luke rolls his eyes. "Why tell me you had the dream if you don't even remember it?"

Reggie's face turns pink. "I didn't-- I just--" He looks away from Luke and scrambles to get to his feet. "It just came out."

Luke's mouth twists curiously as he stands up. "Were we pirates? Like in Hook?"

"I don't--" Reggie blinks. "What?"

"Or were there dinosaurs like in Jurassic Park? Did we have to try not to get eaten by the T-Rex?"

Reggie's head is spinning. It's too early to be this confused.

"Or… umm…" Luke gnaws on his bottom lip, trying to come up with another possibility. "Wait, I've got it." He snaps his fingers. "You turned us into books, didn't you?"

"I didn't--"

"Like that weird movie you like, the Pagemaster."

"Oh my god," Reggie mumbles. "You said you liked it too!"

"I mean…" Luke shrugs. "Not bad for a cartoon."

Reggie rolls his eyes. "You're being ridiculous. That's not how my dream was, any of it!"

"How do you know?" Luke asks. "You said you didn't remember it."

Reggie's face turns redder and he turns away from Luke. "I don't."

"Uh-huh," Luke says as the garage door opens to reveal Alex and Bobby coming back with breakfast. "Sure you don't," Luke whispers in a conspiratorial tone as he passes by Reggie.

Reggie takes a deep breath and swallows hard before he approaches his friends to get a share of the food they brought, taking extra care to not look at Luke as he eats. He'll keep his dreams to himself from now on, because if Luke knew what Reggie really dreamed about, he'd never live it down.

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cucumbers-and-olives · 4 years ago

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Want You Back (Day 4 fic)

Summary: After an argument with Reggie, you move to NYC, where you reunite with him under- different -circumstances

Category: Angst

Fandom: JATP

Paring: Reggie x Reader (i- well...)

Word Count: 1.5k!

Warnings/Includes: implied cheating, angst

A/N: @reggiepetersappreciationweek preciationweek, thank you guys for creating this amazing week (also, was this half baked idea originally intended for @jatpx5sos week? *akwardly hides under a table* i blame the hiatus whoops sorry!

AO3 link here (yep ill get my shit together eventually)

Please don’t repost my work without my permission, in part or whole. My work can also be found on AO3 under the same username. Thank you!

“It’s like this every time Reg! You keep going out late and you don’t come back until it's morning!” You yelled at your boyfriend. “Do you even remember that I’m your girlfriend?”

“Really Y/N, this again? God, you are so childish,” He rolled his eyes and started to walk past you to the door of the dressing room. You didn’t even notice at first, but you grabbed his arm. Looking into his eyes, you could see the boy he used to be. The one that always had a smile on his face, the one that insisted on having a picnic every week, the one that listened to you no matter what. But that seemed to have faded, hidden behind a shield of the boy he was trying to be. “If,” You whispered as Bobby walked into the room. You ignored him as you continued. “If you walk out onto that stage Reginald, we are done. I’m not getting back together with you again. We are done, and I’m hopping on a flight in the morning and never coming back.”

“Fine,” He said. You could have sworn that at that moment- in that second -he broke. His bad-boy attitude seemed to fall for a moment, but as he walked out of the room and didn’t look back, he seemed fine.

“This will never work!” You shouted after him.

Bobby let out a small laugh. You pivoted to look at him and your hands found their way to your hips. “What?”

“Oh nothing,” He said, in a very nonchalant way as he turned away from you to his mirror. You punched him in the back to get him to talk. “Okay, okay! Geez!”

“Talk, Wilson.”

“He needs you. And you need him, don’t deny it Y/N,” Bobby said as you shook your head.

“He acts like he’s moved on from a relationship that hasn’t even ended! I need who he used to be, I need my sunshine boy back.” You said, promptly turning on your heel as you left.

Unfortunately for you, the fastest way out of the theater was across the stage, where he was warming up.

“Good,” You said to yourself. “I can give this damn shirt back.”

Walking onto a stage in a bra and leggings wasn’t something you ever thought you’d do. But it was worth it as Reggies face dropped.

You flung the shirt into his face.

“Guns n Roses, my shirt,” He whispered, as crew members all around watched your conversation.

“This is the last time you’ll see me,” You spat at him. “You’ll never change.”

It wasn’t until you stepped out of the theater that you noticed the tears pouring down your face. But it could have just been the rain.

You left a lot of things behind in that theater. Funnily enough, it happened to be your favorite thing to contemplate.

For starters, a broken relationship. Reggie was always on your mind. His faults and your faults as a couple were always right behind. Your phone, your favorite jacket, and an amazing group of boys. New York was a far move, but you fell in love with the city as soon as your eyes had fallen upon the wonder that it was.

The plan, of course, had been to find a place to stay in the very expensive city for the night, and then move to a different city. But, as is the case with most plans, it fell apart as you fell in love with the city. It was the perfect place for someone like you.

Your phone pulled you out of your contemplative trance as it buzzed. Flipping in over, you saw two texts from phone numbers that you had hoped to forget.

Unknown: He needs you. It’s been a month Y/N, we know that you are in NY.

It took every ounce of self-control to not curse out your mother at that moment. She was the only one that knew the boys and where you had gone.

Unknown: We are playing at Madison Square Garden in a week, here’s a ticket.

Reggie needed you now? A month later?

Y/N: Bobby? How did you get this number?

Bobby: Are you coming?

You sighed as you closed your phone. Reggie was your past, New York was your future. But something in the back of your mind told you that you were making the wrong choice.

“I just want to thank you all for being here. We’ve got one last song on the setlist, and then I hope you all have a wonderful night!” Bobby shouted, and your eyes drifted over to Reggie who played an unfamiliar piano intro. The crowd shouted with excitement at the song, but you had no idea what was coming.

“Can’t help but wondering

if this is the last time that I’ll see your face

Is it tears or just the fucking rain

Wish I could say something

Something that doesn’t sound insane

But lately, I don’t trust my brain,” The crowd seemed surprised that Reggie was singing, but it wasn’t long before they began to sing along with him. He had changed, he looked older now and more stressed. He just didn’t seem like himself.

“You told me I won’t ever change

So I just say nothing

No matter where I go, I’m always gonna want you back

No matter how long you’re gone, I’m always gonna want you back

I know that you know, I will never get over you

No matter where I go, I’m always gonna want you back

Want you back.” As the chorus ended, you could see that three of the boys were looking at you. Alex, Luke, and Bobby all seemed aware of your presence, but Reggie stayed oblivious.

“I remember the freckles on your back

And the way that I used to make you laugh

Cos you know every morning I wake up

And I still reach for you

I remember the roses on your shirt

When you told me this would never work,” The song seemed like too much of a coincidence. Too many things matching up to the past. His eyes seemed to see where the rest of the boys were looking and he squinted a bit. Bobby didn’t make it hard for him, as you were standing in the front row. Just your luck.

“You know, even when I say I’ve moved on

Yeah, I still dream for you,” The lyrics seemed more targeted this time, and Luke took over the chorus as Reggie moved around the stage, telling the boys different things. He disappeared off stage, and seconds later, one of the security dudes tapped you on the shoulder.

“Come with me,” He said, opening up a gate. You shouldered your bag and followed him. You were confused, but you had a slight bit of foresight cause reading fanfics never hurt anyone.

“No matter where I go, I’m always gonna want you back

No matter how long you’re gone, I’m always gonna want you back

I know that you know, I will never get over you

No matter where I go, I’m always gonna want you back, want you back,” As the chorus ended, you were shoved on stage. The other boys were gone, and it was just Reggie, looking at you from across the stage as he sang.

“You know even when I say I’ve moved on

You know even though I know that you’re gone

All I think about is where I went wrong

You know even when I say I’ve moved on

You know even though I know that you’re gone

All I think about is where I went wrong

Yeah I still dream for you

No matter where I go, I’m always gonna want you back,” You don’t know what compelled you to move closer to him as he sang, but by the time the other boys jumped back in, you were two feet away from him. And as the gap got smaller and smaller, you could hear your heart get louder and louder.

“No matter where I go, I’m always gonna want you back

No matter how long you’re gone, I’m always gonna want you back

I know that you know, I will never get over you

No matter where I go, I’m always gonna want you back,” Your face was inches away from his.

“Want you back

I’m always gonna want you back

Want you back.”

And then you woke up in your empty apartment in New York.

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everybodyscupoftea · 4 years ago

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you’re working so damn hard, you forgot what you like

November

The problem with Reggie not telling the boys he had date plans was that, though they were on a brief touring break, Luke wanted them to stay busy. Every time he sat down to text William, Luke popped up with, “Hey, you ready to work on stuff for our next album.”

Normally he loved the work ethic. It was easy to get into Luke’s excitement and to write with him. Luke was incredibly creative and loved immediate feedback from his band members while also respecting their suggestions.

But when he just wanted a break to head back to San Jose to see William, it just didn’t seem like it would happen. The best possible outcome would be that he gets so much stuff done at the beginning of the month that Reggie would have more time for their tentatively scheduled date.

Wanna facetime?

Reggie smiled at the text and looked around their shared apartment. He knew Luke and Alex were home, in their room, and he was pretty sure Bobby was out, so it seemed unlikely that they’d actually want to work on anything without him.

Sure

Walking over to his room, Reggie collapsed onto his bed, smiling brightly as he answered the call. A tired looking William filled his screen and an ache in his chest that he didn’t realize was there was soothed.

“Hey, Reg.”

“Hey, Will, what’s up?”

William hummed, “Nothing much. About to nap before our game tonight, but I missed you.”

“Aw,” Reggie teased, “I’m more important than sleep.”

“Absolutely,” William told him earnestly.

It shocked Reggie into silence a few seconds before he managed to stutter out, “Well, I just hope it doesn’t throw your game off today.”

“You’re watching right?”

Squinting at his phone, Reggie slowly answered, “Yeah. I haven’t missed one yet.”

“I know, I just wanted to make sure. Hockey isn’t exactly your first choice to watch.”

His voice sounded a little timid, and Reggie bit his lip, “I mean I won’t watch any other teams, but I love watching you play.”

“That’s good to know,” William laughed, “can’t have the boy I like being a Kings fan.”

Reggie played dumb, “The Kings?”

“Oh hush, I know you know who they are.”

“I do, I was just trying to make you feel better.”

William laughed again, head tossed back, “Well you succeeded. My ego is sufficiently inflated.”

“Good. Hopefully you carry that on the ice tonight.”

“Always do.”

His eyes were starting to flutter a bit and Reggie smiled at the almost adorable sight. William flinched and shook himself awake with a loud yawn, so Reggie told him, “I’ll let you get some sleep. Talk to you tonight?”

“Yeah, definitely. Counting down the days until you get here.”

“I can’t wait either.”

William hung up a few seconds later, and Reggie got off his bed. Maybe, he thought to himself, he should start planning a date. Sure, William knew more about San Jose, but he didn’t want William to do all the heavy lifting. Reggie was terrified he’d eventually get tired of being the only one putting in effort.

So, he grabbed one of his many notebooks from his bookshelf and his laptop to start googling date spots in San Jose. Reggie scrolled and checked reviews, taking notes on his favorite places for future dates if not the first.

Truthfully, he had no clue if William wanted to do something simple for the first date or do something fun. They talked a lot and had gotten to know each other pretty well already, which was usually the first date activity, so they could probably afford to actually do something if they wanted to.

Biting his lip, he stared at the page. Maybe there were too many options, it looked a bit all over the place. Flipping the page, he started grouping the ideas into activities, formal, and casual. It made him feel a bit better, more organized and easier to pitch to William.

By the time he finished, it was almost game time, so Reggie put on the Sharks pride shirt he’d bought at William’s recommendation and wandered back out to the kitchen. Grabbing some leftovers to heat up, Reggie flipped on the TV and turned to the channel that normally played Sharks games.

Pre-game commentary started, and he sat on the couch to wait for the microwave to finish up. They were talking about some players that Reggie slightly recognized from William’s stories, and he pulled up the roster on his phone just as his food finished reheating.

Moving back over to the couch, Reggie pulled his feet up underneath him and scrolled through the roster while he waited for dinner to cool. He started matching names to faces, smiling when he heard them talking about William and his three game scoring streak.

“The Sharks got a good one in Harris. I know people talked about his devaluation after coming out, how it could cause problems in the locker room, but we haven’t seen much of that on the ice.”

Reggie grimaced at his words. William hadn’t really gone into depth about how his teammates treated him off the ice, and he wasn’t exactly sure how to bring it up in case it was a sensitive topic. He sighed as they moved on to talk about Joe Thornton, another name he recognized because Wiliam said that the older player had taken him under his wing his first year in the league.

“He’s the best,” he remembered William gushing, “let me stay at his house whenever I needed and really taught me how to survive. Being on the West Coast makes travel during the season brutal. Especially when you get to like January and February.”

Reggie heard the unspoken too, the older player had never given him any grief for his sexuality. He couldn’t even imagine how hard it had been for William to come out. Easier than hiding he guessed since William had done it in the first place. Reggie wasn’t sure even he was brave enough to do something like that in that toxic environment.

While he was lost in thought the game started, and he was startled out of his head when Luke threw the door to his room open. He looked at Reggie suspiciously, “You’re watching hockey again?”

“Yep,” Reggie answered, popping the p.

“Can I watch?”

Reggie was a bit surprised. Only Bobby had shown an ounce of interest, occasionally joining Reggie in watching despite being a Kings fan himself. After a few beats, Reggie answered, “Sure.”

“Sweet! My dad used to take me to hockey games when he wanted me to be an athlete. I couldn’t skate for shit though.”

Reggie snorted, he’d seen Luke’s coordination, so he could believe it. He elbowed Luke who dropped down on the couch next to him, “If they didn’t give gays a weakness, we’d be too powerful.”

Luke laughed loudly, “You’re so right.”

The two boys lapsed into silence as the game picked back up, broken every so often by Reggie making noises in reaction to what was going on in the game. He could feel Luke looking at him in amusement every so often, and when first intermission started, he prepared himself, “What’s up Luke?”

“I need, like, so many explanations.”

Reggie sat up and turned to face him, “Okay, yeah, ask away. I don’t know everything but I know a good bit.”

Luke hummed, “Maybe I should start with the obvious, um, who’s playing?”

“It’s the San Jose Sharks and the Arizona Coyotes.” “Okay,” Luke nodded, holding up two fingers, “who is better?”

“Sharks by far,” Reggie answered confidently.

Luke asked more questions, mostly about penalties and positions, and Reggie, much to his surprise, had an answer to every question. By the end, Luke looked much more relaxed and he leaned back further into the couch, “You really know your shit,” he commended.

“It’s a new interest,” Reggie admitted.

Bobby walked out of his room just as the second period started and stared at the two boys on the couch incredulously. Before Reggie could ask how long he’d been home, Bobby spoke, “I’ve been trying to get you boys to watch sports with me for years. What the hell is going on?”

“We’re multifaceted,” Reggie spoke, chin tilted up, lips quirked up into a teasing smile.

Bobby snorted and shook his head, “Sure you are.” Sitting down on the other side of Reggie on the couch, he stretched out, “Who are we going for?”

Reggie motioned toward his shirt and Bobby gagged, “But the Kings, bro.”

“Choke,” Reggie deadpanned, and then more teasingly continued, “but you’re straight, I don’t expect you to understand.”

Bobby laughed, throwing his head back against the couch, used to the teasing. He turned his head to look at Reggie, “Fair enough, I suppose I can’t prove you wrong.”

“Never wrong, not once.”

Luke snorted, “I’m sure.”

But instead of responding, Reggie focused back on the TV stubbornly. He didn’t want to miss in case William scored a goal. Reggie would say in case he did something impressive, but in Reggie’s humble opinion, everything William did on the ice was impressive.

“So who’s your favorite player?” Bobby asked, eyes still trained on the TV as the Sharks got a breakaway, three on one.

Reggie leaned forward, hands over his mouth in anticipation, and when William received the drop pass and took a shot, it flew past the goalie, straight in the back of the net. Jumping up, Reggie let out a loud yelp of excitement and immediately went for his phone to send William an excited text for his first goal of the season.

“Harris, huh?” Luke asked and Reggie startled, having temporarily forgotten he wasn’t alone in the room.

Reggie clicked his tongue, “Yep. He’s really good.”

“You know, his story is actually pretty cool,” Bobby leaned forward, elbows on his knees, “how he came out and stuff.”

Nodding eagerly, Reggie grabbed his shoulder and shook him a little, “Yes, that’s why I like him!” He paused and then added, “Well, one of the reasons.”

“Wait, what?” Luke asked, looking back and forth between the two of them, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Google it,” Bobby and Reggie said in unison, fist bumping at Luke’s wounded look.

Reggie took pity on him first, sitting back in between them before slinging an arm around Luke’s shoulder to pull him into his side, “Seriously though, look into it.”

The rest of the game was fairly relaxed. Luke got into it once he started figuring things out, halfway through the second period, and Bobby very reluctantly cheered for the Sharks with them. When Reggie smirked at him, he shrugged, “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”

“Damn right.”

William was laying in bed, Luna burrowed comfortably into his side, when his phone started ringing. Shutting his eyes, he sighed, exhausted, and picked it up after a few seconds. When he saw who it was, his mood immediately flipped, and he answered Reggie’s FaceTime request without hesitation.

“Nice goal,” Reggie told him in lieu of a proper greeting.

William beamed, rubbing his eyes a few times before sitting up all the way to answer, “Thanks, Reg.”

The other boy hummed before making a noise and pulling the phone away from his face, “Look, the shirt you recommended came in!”

Squinting, William looked at it, the black shirt with a rainbow Sharks logo, and for some reason, unbeknownst to him, his eyes started to burn. He cleared his throat a few times before speaking softly, “I love it.”

“Me too,” Reggie smiled, cheeks reddening a bit. William wanted nothing more than to pinch them, he liked when Reggie blushed because it made him look softer.

Unable to stop himself, William blurted, “When are you coming?”

“Next week, remember?” Reggie gently reminded him, settling back against his pillow.

William pouted and Luna finally got curious enough to pop her head into view. Not acknowledging it, he told Reggie, “Can’t you come early?”

Reggie sighed, rubbing at his eyes, looking more tired than William had ever seen him, except for maybe the first time they met, “I’d love to, but Luke has been in a writing frenzy. We have daily writing sessions and I’m sure he wants to start rehearsing soon. We’re going to start recording some before we go back on tour.”

“When do you go back on tour?” William was pretty sure he’d never mentioned it, not that he remembered at least.

Reggie hummed, clicking away from FaceTime to check his calendar, and when he came back, answered, “Mid-January. We did a lot of the East Coast and West Coast and a good bit of the Midwest so we still have to hit the South and the middle of the country.”

“How far South?” William asked, curious as to what their reach actually was.

Shrugging, Reggie tapped at his bottom lip in thought, “I think probably New Orleans.”

“New Orleans sounds fun,” William offered.

“Mhmm,” Reggie hummed. He was staring at William, and William felt his head tip to the side and his eyes start to get heavier. Reggie laughed softly, “Tired?”

“Little bit,” William confirmed, yawning.

“Get some sleep.”

William nodded, “Good idea. You too.”

“I will,” Reggie promised, crossing his heart with a faux serious look on his face.

“Good,” William answered, grinning tiredly before they said their goodbyes and hung up for the night. Luna let out a huff and laid back down next to him, and William wrapped his arms around her, trying desperately to squash the sudden loneliness resting heavy on his chest.

“Soon,” he whispered.

Reggie left early on a Tuesday morning and caught a flight from LAX to the airport in San Jose. William texted him before he left, promising to pick him up after practice, and by the time Reggie landed, he was practically vibrating with both nerves and excitement.

I’m outside in the pickup lane!

Reggie sped up, a bounce in his step, and walked along the line of cars, looking for William. He was toward the back, looking down at his phone, and Reggie knocked on the window, shivering at the gust of wind that hit him.

William jumped at first, startled by his sudden appearance, before he unlocked the door for Reggie to climb in with his carry on. Reggie bit his lip, toning down the wide smile that was threatening to stretch ear to ear, “Hi.”

“Hi,” William responded, just as quietly. His cheeks were tinged red and his smile was more shy than Reggie’s, but he loved it just the same.

Reggie’s fingers itched to reach up and brush the curl of hair hanging down in his eyes out of the way, but he held back, unsure if he was allowed to. He couldn’t be sure, but it looked like William’s fingers twitched too.

“Ready?”

Taking a deep breath, Reggie nodded, “Absolutely.”

William knew he probably should’ve focused fully on the road, but he couldn’t stop himself from glancing over at Reggie frequently. Just seeing him, knowing that he was real and there was so comforting, and part of William was already dreading Reggie having to leave the next day.

Reggie was staring out the window, forehead leaning against it, and William wanted to touch. He wanted to hold his hand or touch his cheek or something, just to reassure himself that he was real.

“Are you hungry?” he asked instead.

Reggie hummed, “A little. I could start with a coffee.”

“Me too,” William admitted, changing lanes to head toward his favorite local shop a few miles from his apartment. When he parked, William looked over at Reggie, more uncertain than before, and asked, “I go to this shop pretty frequently, it’s really lowkey and no one will bother us.”

Reaching across the console, Reggie squeezed his shoulder, “I trust you.”

William was nervous, and he wasn’t exactly sure why, but as they walked down the sidewalk, hands occasionally brushing between them, he felt his heart pounding harder and harder with every touch. When they got to the door, William held it open, and Reggie stepped into the mostly empty shop.

A barista William recognized called out a greeting, and Reggie stepped aside to let him lead the way to the counter. The menu was relatively basic aside from a side list of specialty drinks which was what William usually picked from.

“Their special drinks are really good, I’ve tried most of them,” William muttered, shifting closer to Reggie so he could hear better.

“I might try the s’mores one,” Reggie answered, voice equally muted, “the toasted marshmallow sounds fun.”

“It is,” William told him excitedly.

He ordered his drink and stepped aside to let Reggie order his. Something flickered into the barista’s eye, William wasn’t sure exactly if it was recognition, but she didn’t say anything either way. Reggie picked the table, a two-seater tucked away in the corner, and sat down facing the door.

“So,” he started when William sat across from him, “I did some research on date places in San Jose.”

A slightly hysterical laugh bubbled up in his throat, but William shoved it back down and croaked out, “What?”

“Yeah, I picked out a ton of restaurants that look really good and offer a lot of options for any dietary restrictions you might have. And then for activities I have them grouped into casual and formal and you can pick.”

William stared at him, slack jawed, stare only broken when the barista set their drinks down in between them with a soft, “Enjoy.”

A blush was rising on Reggie’s cheeks, “I would love some feedback.”

Shaking his head, William laughed, “Yeah, that’s all fantastic, but I’ve lived here for years and have never gotten to bring someone on a date, I’ve got so many ideas of my own.”

Reggie sighed, “I don’t want you to do all the heavy lifting, I want to make this equal.”

William furrowed his eyebrows, setting down the latte he’d just taken a sip of, “I invited you here, I didn’t really expect you to worry too much about this part.”

“Well,” Reggie laughed, “guess I did all this for nothing, huh?”

“Next time,” William spoke confidently, picking his drink back up.

Reggie’s eyebrows shot up, “Already assuming there’s going to be a second date before we even have the first one, huh? That’s very bold.”

He shrugged and told him honestly, “I think the first date is going to go great, and if it doesn’t, then we’ll just have to have a do-over. Second date either way.”

“Ah, an intellectual,” Reggie responded, “your reasoning skills are off the charts.”

“Well, I did go to college.”

Reggie held his hands up, “You’ve got me there.”

“My college education is short-lived, but it does exist,” William joked.

“Okay then, Mr. College Education, do you already have a plan?”

William held up his car keys and jingled them in his direction, “I sure do.”

Reggie stared at him for a few seconds and then shook his head, “Fine, I’ll let you have your little mysteries.”

“Thank you,” William said, reaching across the table to brush his fingers across the back of Reggie’s hand. He watched as Reggie’s pinky jumped, bumping his thumb, and he chewed on the inside of his cheek, trying not to show just how fond he was of this boy he’d just met.

They spent the entire day on the couch watching movies. Luna was ecstatic to have people around all day, running around and barking until William managed to calm her down. After an hour or so, she fell asleep on the floor at their feet. Mid-afternoon, William broke out some snacks and Reggie laughed because they were vaguely healthy in a way he assumed was required for athletes but definitely not for musicians.

It was calm, relaxing even, something Reggie hadn’t experienced in so long, maybe ever. His parents did nothing but fight growing up, and then he moved in with three other boys his age. Neither environment was very conducive for peace and quiet. But in William’s apartment, he felt himself nodding off a few times, feeling warm and safe.

“Reg,” William whispered, shaking his shoulder a bit later, and he jumped, not realizing he’d actually fallen asleep.

He rubbed his eyes and croaked out, “What time’s it?”

“About an hour and a half until our reservation.”

“Kay,” he muttered, prying himself off of the absurdly comfortable couch to go to the guest bedroom where his bag was. William had offered to share his bed, but Reggie decided that staying the night was maybe too fast already, so he declined. Thankfully, William didn’t seem to mind.

William moved further down the hall and into his room, Luna padding after him, and Reggie was snapped out of his trance when he heard the click of his door shutting. Shaking himself, Reggie pulled some of his clothes options out of his bag. None of the boys knew exactly where he was going, but the day before he left, they all sat on his bed and gave their strong opinions on his choices.

Eventually, after a few minutes of staring, he decided to mix their picks. William told him it wasn’t fancy and that he needed to dress warm, so Reggie picked the jeans Alex liked, the sweater Luke chose, and Bobby’s shoe pick.

“Hair,” he muttered under his breath, moving toward the ensuite after he was dressed. Reggie had been alive for over 20 years and he’d been dressing himself for over half of them, but he couldn’t help but wish his bandmates were there to help. It was as if they heard his wish, Alex FaceTimed him, Luke hanging over his shoulder with a bright smile on his face.

“Reggie,” Luke cheered when it connected fully, “show us the fit.”

He snorted and flipped the camera so they could see. Alex nodded, seemingly happy with his work, “Looking hot, Reginald. Is this a date?”

Clearing his throat, Reggie’s ears went hot and he shrugged, “Maybe.”

“Well if it is, leave your hair ungelled. It always looks super soft, and you look hot with that strand of hair falling on your forehead.”

Luke nodded enthusiastically, “True!”

“Thanks boys,” Reggie responded distractedly and set the phone down so he could use both hands on his hair. It was silent in the bathroom beyond the noises his friends occasionally made when they moved around or gave him instructions.

“So,” Luke started when Reggie sat on the bed, completely dressed and ready, “where are you?”

“I’m in California,” Reggie tried to deflect.

Alex made a hurt noise in his throat, “Why won’t you tell us?”

Reggie sighed and admitted, “It’s so new. It’s not really a secret, but part of me wants to keep it close until it’s real.”

“I’d say it’s pretty fucking real if you’re flying somewhere for a date.”

Tilting his head back against the wall, Reggie laughed, “I suppose that’s true.”

“When did you meet?” Luke asked, leaning in close to the camera as if trying to get in Reggie’s personal space through the camera.

“Last month on tour.” “A fan?” Alex asked, shocked. All of the boys had discussed the pros and cons of dating fans, and Reggie was stuck at a hard no when they finished the conversation.

Thinking back, he snorted, “Not really. He didn’t know who I was at first, but now he’s a fan.”

“Well,” Luke broke in, “Reg, you show that boy a good time. Don’t forget, you’re a catch and he’s lucky to have you tonight!”

“What Luke said,” Alex added, “and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Reggie rolled his eyes, responding sarcastically, “Thanks, Mom and Dad.” And just as he hung up there was a light knock at the door. He took a shaky breath and walked over, smoothing his sweater down, and when he opened the door, William’s fist was hovering in the air like he was about to knock again.

His mouth went dry looking at William, “Wow, um, you look great,” Reggie managed.

William’s face lit up and he glanced down at himself, “You think? Not as good as you, that’s for sure!”

Reggie struggled for a response, and William put him out of his misery, bumping Reggie’s hand with his and tilting his head toward the front door. Following William out of the building and into the parking garage, Reggie wanted to ask what he had planned, but he hadn’t managed to get it out of him all afternoon, so he stayed quiet.

“You want to pick the music?” William asked, holding out the aux cord and Reggie nodded, taking it eagerly. William nodded, “I want to hear what a music expert listens to.”

“Expert,” Reggie tested the word out on his tongue, “I guess technically out of the two of us, but I don’t know if I’d consider myself an expert.”

“I bet you have some fantastic playlists,” William countered, glancing over as he pulled to a stop at the first red light.

“Well,” Reggie paused because he did actually take a lot of pride in his playlists, “yeah, I think so at least.”

“There you go, own your awesomeness, Reg.”

When William said ‘reservations’ earlier, Reggie assumed it was at a restaurant for dinner, and he was incredibly confused when they pulled into an empty parking lot and William parked right near the door.

“What are we doing?”

“Tonight, since we’re in my city, I figured we could do something specific to me. Since we’re kind of still getting to know each other, you know?”

“Okay,” Reggie answered, unsure where he was going, “I like that idea.”

William sounded relieved, “Good. This is the rink my team usually practices in and I have the keys.”

“Skating?” Reggie asked, immediately nervous.

“Yep,” William chirped, pulling the door open for Reggie before reaching over to flip the lights on. It was cold inside and the lights came on slowly, one at a time across the rink. William grabbed his elbow gently, startling him, and tugged him off to the side.

“I don’t have skates,” Reggie finally spoke, realizing that one huge flaw in the plan may get him out of absolutely humiliating himself.

William waved his words away, “They do public skating nights here sometimes so they have spare pairs for rentals. Eventually we’ll have to get you your own pair.”

That sounded promising, on one hand, William was planning on keeping him around, on the other hand, he’d have to not accidentally crack his head open on the ice to fulfill his plans. But instead of protesting, Reggie was a good sport and told him his shoe size because William seemed really excited, and he didn’t want to spoil it.

“Be right back,” William told him, “I’m going to grab you a pair and get mine and put some music on. We can lace the skates up on the bench.”

“I’ll be right here,” Reggie responded weakly, stomach churning with nerves.

William wasn’t gone long before he was linking his arm with Reggie’s, pulling him again toward the closest bench. Reggie sat down, in a daze, moving slowly as William quickly tied his skates. Turning to Reggie, he saw that he had skates on but they were untied and he laughed, “Never done this before?”

“Hard no.”

“I got you,” William promised, dropping down to one knee in front of him. Reggie’s leg tingled when William brushed against it while he tied the laces. After the left one, he looked up at Reggie, “All good? Not too tight or too loose, right?”

“All good,” Reggie told him, reaching down instinctively just to check.

Before he knew it, the second one was finished too and William was standing in front of him, holding a hand out to help him up. He stepped onto the ice first, Reggie following close behind him, hovering just at the edge.

“I’m assuming you’ve never skated before.”

“You’d assume correctly.”

“Well,” William started, skating backwards a bit to give him space, “the good news is, you have the best teacher on the West Coast at your service.”

“He thinks highly of himself,” Reggie joked, taking a step out onto the ice, wobbling a bit. William kept his distance, close enough that he could get to Reggie fast, but far enough that he had room to get comfortable.

“Not to brag, but I am a professional.”

Reggie snorted and took another step, and then another and another. On his fifth step, he got too confident and almost landed right on his ass, but William swept in, catching him by the armpits, a few inches from the ice.

“Holy shit,” Reggie breathed, eyes wide.

William’s voice sounded like he was holding back laughter, “You good?”

Clearing his throat, Reggie collected himself and stepped away, “I’m good.”

William hovered around him closer after that, always within reach and coached Reggie every so often in a soft tone. It felt like years had passed, but Reggie eventually got comfortable enough to not be wobbling every few steps, and William moved up next to him for the next slow lap.

“Having fun?” he asked.

And Reggie found he actually was, he recognized the playlist and with William’s steady warmth next to him, keeping him safe, he didn’t hate it. After a few seconds with no answer, William bumped Reggie’s hand with the back of his to prompt a response. Reggie snapped out of it, “Yeah, this isn’t as hard as I thought it’d be.”

William’s lips twitched, “Sure, Reg. Whatever you say.”

They finished the lap, William still teasing him, and Reggie elbowed him in the side. William flinched like he’d actually landed a solid hit and pouted. Rolling his eyes, Reggie motioned toward him, “You’re being dramatic.”

“Never,” William responded, reaching up to grab Reggie’s hand, and when he linked their fingers together, any comeback Reggie had flew out of his brain. William didn’t say anything else either, content to skate laps with him, hands swinging between them.

Every so often one of them had a question or something to say, but for the most part it was just the music and the sound of skate blades on ice making noise. Reggie kind of understood why William liked it, it was almost hypnotizing, and he was startled when William tugged on his hand, pulling him back toward the bench.

Reggie gave him a questioning look and William smiled softly, pleased, “Playlist ended. I figure we could go get food now too.”

While Reggie was relieved to be back on solid ground again, he missed the comfortable weight of William’s hand in his. His hand felt cold, and he was trying really hard not to pout. Reggie managed to get the skates off by himself and handed them over to William to put away.

“Be back in a sec,” William told him breathlessly, cheeks bright red whether from cold or something else, Reggie wasn’t sure, and before he could respond, William was gone.

William put the skates back and paused a second to breathe. He was in really good shape, but it felt like he hadn’t been able to catch his breath all night. Shutting his eyes, he smiled thinking back at Reggie’s nervous but determined face as he stepped out of William’s arms after almost falling to skate a few steps on his own.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, “please relax,” he whispered, unsure if he was talking to his brain or his pounding heart. Reggie was looking down at his phone when William met him back out, and he gave William an assessing look. Not entirely sure what he was looking for, William slowly offered his hand back to the other boy, and a smile grew on his face as he took the offered hand.

“What’s for dinner?” Reggie asked, finger stroking over William’s knuckles subconsciously.

William waited to answer until they were both in the car, and he cranked it up, flipping the heat up to high for them. Reggie bumped his knee, and he answered, “I was thinking we could go to a taco truck I like. They have some tables outside, but we can take them home if it’s too cold.”

“Taco truck,” Reggie mused.

Cutting off the rest of his sentence, William rushed out, “We can go to a restaurant too though, I just thought since we’re both sort of public figures we might have less of a spotlight at a food truck.”

When William finished rambling his explanation, he met Reggie’s eyes nervously, and Reggie just smiled, “Sounds like a great pick.”

“Oh,” he said, not expecting it to be that easy.

“Oh,” Reggie echoed.

William blushed and muttered, “Shut up,” before pulling out of the parking lot.

There were a few people ordering from the truck when they got there, but there was empty seating and someone had plugged in portable heaters for people who wanted to eat there. William waited for Reggie to order before he put his in and led him over to one of the empty tables to sit.

Reggie looked around curiously and yawned, clapping a hand over his mouth and flushing with embarrassment when he caught himself. Laughing, William teased, “Am I boring you?”

“Actually, yes,” Reggie teased back.

“Oh, that’s a shame, I actually thought this was going pretty well.”

Reggie’s face softened and he reached across the table to poke William’s hand, “It is.”

One of the workers called his name with the food before William could respond, so he just shut his mouth and stood up to go get them. When he got back, the moment was gone, and they both focused on eating. The tacos were good as always, and within 30 minutes they were back in the car, heading back to William’s apartment.

“Movie?” he asked Reggie when they got back inside.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

William frowned, “Wait, I have to walk Luna first, you good to stay?”

“I should probably take a shower,” Reggie smiled wryly referencing the sweat he broke while struggling to skate.

“Okay,” William nodded, “I’ll be back soon. Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks, Will.”

Before he could think twice, William grabbed Reggie’s sleeve and pulled him back, pressing a light kiss to his forehead.

Reggie barely remembered getting to bed after the movie, but he definitely hated the next morning when his alarm started going off early. He hit snooze and was almost back asleep when William was knocking on the door gently, “You awake?”

“Yeah,” Reggie croaked, voice cracking from disuse.

“Okay,” William answered, “I’ll make some coffee while you get ready and I can drop you off before practice.”

Reggie was touched. He knew how tired William was all the time, and selfishly, he was glad William offered because he wanted to spend as much time as possible with him since he had no clue when he’d be able to see William in person again.

He got dressed and packed and remade the guest bed before he joined William in the kitchen. There were two mugs on the counter, one made up and one black for Reggie to fix how he liked. William watched through squinted eyes, chin resting on his palm, and told Reggie, “Gonna try and remember so next time I can have it ready.”

Reggie’s eyes burned and he took a sip of his fixed drink. Glancing over at William’s mug, he asked, “What about you?”

“Splash of almond milk and a lot of sugar.”

Tapping his temple, Reggie promised, “I’ll remember that.”

They finished their coffee like that, crowded together in the kitchen, William’s forehead resting on Reggie’s shoulder between sips. Halfway through his cup, Reggie linked his fingers through William’s again, both of their hands warm from holding the mugs. He was going to miss that more than he thought. Fuck, leaving was going to hurt. In fact, he wasn’t sure anything could hurt worse.

But he was wrong. When William pulled him into a tight hug outside the airport, he brushed his lips ever so slightly across Reggie’s forehead again, just like the night before. Walking away from that, fighting to not turn around lest he be tempted to skip his flight and never leave, that hurt more.

#reggie x oc #reggie peters #reggie julie and the phantoms #bi reggie #idk you yet series #julie and the phantoms

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bibbawrites · 4 years ago

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Dancing Queens - Modern AU!Sunset Curve blurb

“How are we meant to sneak in when those security guards are bigger than Luke’s ego?” Alex questioned, and Luke smacked him lightly.

“Just follow my lead.” The singer said.

“Cause that’s never gotten us in trouble before.” Alex bit back. Reggie gripped onto Bobby’s hand tightly.

“Can someone shut Negative Nancy up before I punch him?” Luke groaned. Alex rolled his eyes.

“I’d like to see you try.” He retorted. Bobby sighed.

“Boys. I mean this in the nicest way but you make me want to jump in front of a bus.” He said. Luke turned to him, a large smirk on his face.

“Dare you to.” He sung.

“Lucas!” Alex exclaimed, smacking Luke’s arm. Luke gave him a look.

“What? He was the one who brought it up.” He defended.

“Everyone shut up. We’re gonna draw attention to ourselves.” Reggie spoke for the first time since they had arrived outside the club. Bobby nodded in agreement.

“Reg is right, we need to work together on this.” He agreed, and Reggie gave him a thankful smile. Luke sighed.

“I can’t believe the most badass thing we’re ever gonna do is sneak into a fucking ABBA night at a nightclub.” He muttered under his breath.

“What’s wrong with ABBA Luke?” Alex raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah Luke.” Reggie chimed in. Luke glanced between the two of them.

“They’re not exactly my type of music.” He stated.

“Whatever. We need to get in there now.” Bobby interrupted, and they all nodded in agreement.

They waited until the coast was clear and with ease Luke picked the lock, letting the others pass him before sneaking in himself. They headed down the hallway into the main room and Luke smirked.

“Told you we’d get in.” He said with a cocky tone.

“Shut up, that bouncer is staring at us.” Alex bit his lip, clearly panicking.

“Don’t look at him, you’ll draw attention to us.” Bobby instructed, and Alex hurriedly tried to look away, but it was too late, they’d already caught the eye of the large bouncer.

“Too late, he’s coming over.” Reggie said, sounding slightly panicked. Bobby wrapped an arm around Reggie’s waist, squeezing slightly as a sign of reassurance as the bouncer arrived in front of them.

“ID’s please boys.” The bouncer said, eyeing them all carefully. They all pulled out the fake ID’s that Bobby’s uncle had bought them, handing them over to the bouncer. He looked at each ID carefully, before handing them back.

“Have a nice night.” He grumbled.

“You too, sir.” Alex smiled politely, hoping the bouncer didn’t notice the shakiness in his voice. The bouncer nodded once before walking away.

“That was a close one.” Reggie breathed out once the bouncer was far enough away that he couldn’t hear them.

“Julie is so gonna kill us.” Alex groaned. Luke shook his head.

“Who cares about Julie? Tonight is all about us.” He said, wrapping an arm around both Alex and Bobby, linking the four of them together.

“And ABBA.” Reggie added. Luke rolled his eyes but nodded anyways.

“And ABBA.”

#blurb #sunset curve #its sunset curve not sunset straight #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #bobby wilson #reggie x bobby if you squint #boggie #modern au #julie and the phantoms

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between-two-fandoms · 4 years ago

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Hi! I wanted to ask you a fic Reggie x Luke where Reggie is sick and Luke had to take care of him!! Pretty please? Ur job is amazing

Never Alone

Summary:

Notes: Sorry this took so long! I’ve been sitting on this prompt for ages without knowing which direction I should take it. Hopefully you like it, I ended up adding Alex into it, I hope that was okay!

This is also available on Ao3 in case anyone is interested.

Enjoy!

~ Ren

The second Reggie woke up he knew the day was going to be absolute shit. He groaned as the morning sunlight from his bedroom window hit his face. His head felt like it was filled with cotton, something pounding in his skull preventing him from thinking anything else but ugh. Luckily it was Saturday, which meant his dad was on a weekend bender and his mom was off sleeping with some dude Reggie would never meet. Saturday also meant he didn’t have to worry about school or homework. The only commitment issue he’d have was a Sunset Curve practice, but Bobby could play the lead guitar parts if Reggie didn’t show up today. He was honestly one of the people the band could replace easily, if he kept having to miss practices because of his parents that is.

Deciding he was too hot he ditched the heavy quilt, pushing it off the side of his bed. Reggie reached out to his bedside table for a bottle of water, but the universe must’ve been laughing at him because all he was able to scavenge was a few drops from a week-old bottle. He looked at the water that settled at the bottom of the bottle and swished it around, considering the possibility of drinking it to avoid having to move out of his bed. Yeah, Reggie thought as little sediments of backwash floated to the top of the remaining water, not happening. He scrunched his nose up and tossed the bottle into his trash can. Summoning all the energy he could possibly muster, Reggie pulled himself into a sitting up position and hung his legs off the side of his bed. Resting his hands on his knees he braced himself, then stood up and wobbled to his bedroom door. “Fuck,” Reggie cursed as he tripped down the short flight of stairs and landed face first onto his kitchen’s title floor. The pounding in his bed worsened as he shuffled to the icebox on the floor plugged into the wall. He kicked open the door and grabbed a new water bottle, letting the door swing shut as he made his way to the couch. Reggie let out a fit of coughs as he collapsed onto his couch in front of the tv. He unscrewed the water and drank some of it before putting it on the table. As the day went on his brain became more muddled and foggy, interrupting the usual steady flow of country songs he’d think up. Refusing to get up Reggie just tried to relax the best he could against the lumpy couch cushions. He quickly lost track of the time and fell asleep to the low humming of the television screen.

“Reggie, wake up,” Luke’s voice said, filtering into his mind. Reggie moaned and turned into the back of the couch, shoving his pillow on top of his bed. Staying in the dark was welcomed by Reggie a lot more than trying to open his eyes and having to face the brightness surrounding him. “Reggie, are you with us?” Luke asked as he slowly removed the pillow so he could see Reggie. Reggie pried his eyes open, blinking awake. Luke hovered close to his face, eyes shining with worry and concern. Alex cleared his throat and Reggie turned his head to see the drummer anxiously standing nearby. Reggie winced when the sunlight hit his eyes and Alex raced across the room to pull the drapes over the windows and shut the blinds. With the light gone, so was the most of his headache all that remained was a dull throbbing in the back of his skull.

“Luke?” Reggie asked, throat dry and cackly. Luke winced in sympathy then ran a hand through Reggie’s hair. Reggie tried to lean into the touch, but Luke ended up pulling away from him and Reggie frowned at the loss of touch. Luke’s dopey smile reflected back at him and Reggie immediately felt better.

“You didn’t show up to practice today, we got worried cause you didn’t call,” Luke said as he reached to the table and raised a glass of water to Reggie’s lips. Reggie gratefully drank the water, letting the soothing sensation fall down his throat. Once he managed to drink a fourth of the cup Luke seemed satisfied with his progress and returned the cup to the table.

“Hurts,” Reggie complained as the lamp nearby them suddenly became too bright for him to handle. He reached forward with a weak grabby motion toards the lamp. Luckily Luke picked up on it and pulled on the chain. The light flickered off and Reggie was able to open his eyes completely.

“What hurts?” Alex asked, kneeling closer to them. Reggie squinted to get the most of the light out of his vision.

“Head… and throat,” Reggie responded with a fit of coughs. Luke’s eyebrows furrowed then helped Reggie sit up so he and Alex could sit on the couch next to him.

“Do you think you can make it back upstairs?” Alex asked, rubbing circles against Reggie’s back. Shaking his head Reggie said,

“No… not strong enough.” Luke frowned, then reached up and cupped Reggie’s cheek. Reggie looked away from Luke, ashamed his bandmates had to see him like this.

“Reggie, you need rest,” Alex said, leaving no room for debate. Reggie grumbled in response, turning his face into Alex’s chest.

“What do you think I was doing?” He asked, only getting a light chuckle in response. He missed the look of concern Luke and Alex exchanged with each other. Alex’s arms were a nice reminder that Reggie wasn’t alone.

“Can you try drinking a little more?” Luke asked, puppy dog eyes activated. Reggie muttered a strand of impressive cuss words under his breath. He’d never be able to say no to Luke’s puppy eyes, and the dumbass knew it. Reaching out Reggie accepted the plastic cup, arms shaking as he raised it to his lips to drink a bit more. Luke ran his hand through Reggie’s hair again and Reggie relaxed further at the motion, his brain muddled by his headache.

“Thanks,” Reggie said softly as he let Alex and Luke lower him back into the couch. The couch itself was lumpy and horrible for his back, but Reggie knew he wouldn’t be able to make it up the stairs back to his room. “‘M comfy,” he muttered, snuggling into Luke’s side. They sat in silence for a few minutes, Alex drumming a beat on his lap, before a look of confusion crossed Luke’s face.

“Reggie… where are your parents?” Luke asked, Reggie winced at the question. He avoided eye contact and knew that was an answer in of itself. Alex sighed and wrapped an arm around Reggie’s shoulders in support.

“You’re supposed to tell us when they got bad again,” Alex said half-accusingly. Reggie just buried his head further into the drummer's chest.

"It's alright Reggie, we're here now." Luke said as he started to untangle Reggie's matted, sweaty hair. “And we aren’t going to leave you anytime soon.” Reggie hummed appreciatively then suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around him and lift him off the couch. Reggie let out a yelp in surprise and buried his face into Alex’s hoodie. His bandmates ignored his complaints and carried him back up to his room. Luke held the door open and Alex stumbled into Reggie’s bedroom. Once they were clear of the doorway Luke piled as many pillows as he possibly could onto his bed then Alex dumped Reggie unceremoniously onto his bed.

"Fuck you guys," Reggie complained, burrowing into the impressive amount of pillows Luke managed to accumulate. He was secretly grateful for his friends though. Once Reggie was satisfyingly tucked in, Alex jumped into the bed and crawled over him to the side close to the wall. Luke slid under the sheets, and Reggie buried himself in Luke's arms.

"Yeah, yeah we know. Fuck us for caring so much about you," Luke muttered as he played with Reggie's hair again. The motion helped calm his head, clear the cotton stuffed inside his ears and slow the pounding to a more maintainable pace. Luke started to sing softly, a working melody to a song set to a slow beat.

"Love you guys," Reggie mumbled. Luke planted a kiss on the top of his head and Alex did the same.

"We love you too," Alex assured him. Despite feeling like a complete pile of trash, Reggie knew he would never have to suffer alone. His mind buzzed as he let Luke's soothing voice wrap snugly around him, pulling him into a deep sleep.

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