#reginald peters imagine

[dandorime]

Continued from Part 1

Reginald Crane took a moment to scan the empty cafeteria space. Other Agency staff were surely working late somewhere in the building on other floors, but he needed this one to himself for a while. The janitor, Peter, had been along to empty the trash a minute ago, but he and his yellow cart were far down the hall now.

The lack of an audience didn't make Crane feel any less anxious about what he had to say, unfortunately.

"Agent Phoenix..." he haltingly enunciated into the microphone, "has... uh, confided in me, recently, that he has...er... died."

Roxana Prism, on the other end, said nothing.

"Okay, so..."

"... multiple times," Reginald added, with emphasis.

There was lengthy, worrisome silence on the frequency.

Prism didn't sound annoyed this time. She sounded... well, what was that tone? Curious? Intrigued?

"Isn't that Cotard's delusion or something? I think I remember that from my second year of neuropsych..."

"It's certainly some kind of delusion," Crane continued, "He told me he dies quite regularly, in fact. Furthermore, he's developed what I can only surmise is a hallucination to cope with the, uh, incidents."

Crane gave an inward sigh of relief. Good, he thought, she was going to take this seriously, as a doctor and a woman of science.

The way he desperately needed her to.

Prism was definitely interested now, speaking quietly and directly into the microphone pinned to her collar. He imagined her stepping away from her robotic prototypes for the moment to focus on this issue with him, and it gave him hope.

"What kind of hallucination?"

"It's strange how specifically he described it. He told me that, having just, uh, died, he always finds himself in a 'little room' somewhere. There is no way in or out, although he says the shape and size of it have changed over the years-..."

"Years?" Prism's voice strained the slightest bit on the word, "this has been going on for years?"

The concern in her voice was a genuine relief to Crane. For the past week, he had kept his agent's confounding revelations to himself, mulling over the potentialities of revealing them further. How best to reach out for help? How not to break his agent's trust in the process? How to live with the consequences if he maintained his silence on the matter, and let the neuroticism develop further?

Finally he had someone to share his anxiety with.

"Yes," he said tiredly, "for years."

"What's in the room?"

Prism's voice cut through Crane's sense of relief.

"Pardon?"

"The little room where your agent wakes up every time he dies," she demanded, "What's in the room with him?"

Crane heard the click of a door closing on Prism's end of the conversation, and the squeak of someone sitting down in a rolling chair.

"In the room? Ah... there's, well, he says he receives a report about how he died..."

"Morbid. What else?"

Crane hesitated. He had wanted Prism's ear, and now he had it, but there was something... unnerving about the sudden urgency of her questions.

"Reginald?" the radio crackled sharply in his ear. "Talk to me. What else does Agent Phoenix see in the room?"

"He... told me that he sees a button. If he presses it, he's suddenly alive again. Everything is... undone."

There was more to say, but in that moment, Crane decided to stop revealing details.

"That must be how he breaks out of it," Prism muttered, almost to herself, "a definite symbol he can activate to return to..."

Crane could hear the furious scratching of pencil on a steno pad behind her words.

"Do NOT write any of this down, please, Roxana!"

"Sorry, scientist habit. I'll burn it," she assured him, "But listen, you need to get your agent a full psychological evaluation, like, yesterday."

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable doing that," Crane admitted, "Which is why I'm reaching out, you see. I was hoping you could, er, suggest some technology or technique to help me solve this matter internally, so to speak."

There was a pause. The rattle of the rolling chair in Prism's office told Crane she had just stood up sharply, leaving it behind.

"I'm not that kind of doctor, Reginald."

"But the implants," Crane pleaded, "you've designed and installed them yourself, in dozens of agents! Your research on neural pathways is internationally lauded. Certainly you have some advice-..."

"Get him to psych," Prism said flatly. "That's my advice."

Crane heard a click, then the static of an empty frequency. He gazed forlornly down into his slightly soggy paper cup of tepid tea.

Now there were two people in the Agency who knew Agent Phoenix was insane, and Crane only felt worse.

_____

Dr. Prism stared for a solid ten minutes at the pale yellow pages on her desk. She really hadn't recorded more than a few words of her conversation with Crane, but from the minute she recognized what was occurring, she knew she had to write down something to keep from screaming aloud:

- Thinks he's died (lots of times)

- Wakes up in a room somewhere (???)

- Learns how he died (!)

- CAN START OVER

Prism took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She carefully tore the sheet of paper from the pad, folded it neatly, and tucked it inside the breast pocket of her lab coat. She then calmly walked to the door and locked it.

Prism lifted the receiver of the secure internal phone in the corner of the office. Dialing was unnecessary: this line was direct.

There was a click on the other end.

"Sir," Dr. Prism said softly, "we've got a second one."

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

birthday week prompt: "i hope to celebrate many more with you like this." taking a bit of icing off the cake and putting it on their cheek .

For Reggie and Carrie but in specific mean girlfriend and her hopelessly in love boyfriend who likes when shes mean to him.

god. you really do like to challenge me, don't you? i imagine this is going to be too tame for you and too much for others 😅 but hope it's at least halfway satisfactory

Reggie scoops a finger full of icing off of the cake. He’s just about to put it in his mouth when he’s interrupted by Carrie clearing her throat from the doorway. 

“Seriously?! You couldn’t at least wait until after everyone else had seen it.”

“But… yummy,” Reggie explains needlessly. 

Carrie rolls her eyes, “Would have still been yummy in the half hour you could have waited.”

Reggie offers his finger to her as a peace offering. Carrie eyes him warily before accepting it, opening her mouth slightly so that she can lick it off. 

When she’s finished, he takes a clean finger and scoops off another bit of the frosting for himself. 

“You can’t possibly be serious.”

“When am I ever?” he replies cheekily. He looks at his finger and back at Carrie, a mischievous glint in his eye. 

She sees through him immediately. “Don’t even think about it,” she warns. 

“Think about what?” he asks innocently, looking back at his hand.

“You know exactly what.”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

“Reginald Peters, I will break your fingers.”

“Promise?”

Carrie huffs out a frustrated breath. When Reggie gets into these moods, there is very little she can do to deter him. There’s a lot about him that she’s managed to hack but when he’s into her threats… Well, they’re less effective than she’d sometimes like them to be. “I’d have to redo my makeup.”

“Pity.”

“You have guests waiting.”

“So? It’s my birthday. They can wait.”

“Reggie,” she warns again.

“But I could lick it off of you,” Reggie murmurs. 

Carrie feels her knees weaken and tries to nonchalantly lean back against the counter. “You don’t like the taste of my makeup.”

“I’m happy to suffer for you.”

Reggie can sense her resolve softening. He reaches out with his (mostly) clean hand and rubs a thumb over her cheek. 

Carrie glares at him

He decides to tempt fate and smears the finger full of frosting down the other side of her face.

She grabs him by the wrist, harder than is probably entirely necessary, and makes a show of licking his finger clean. He watches intently, mouth gaping.

“I believe you said you’d do something about this?” Carrie challenges, turning her iced cheek toward him.

Reggie snaps his jaw closed and nods. He leans forward and runs his tongue up her cheek, cleaning the frosting off of her face. He fights back a grimace at the taste of her foundation and tries to focus instead on the sugary sweetness and the poorly muffled sounds she’s making. 

Satisfied that he’s gotten all of the icing from her face, he trails his tongue down to her jaw and sucks lightly until she pushes him away. “That’s enough. You have people waiting for you.”

“For us,” he corrects. “And fuck ‘em.” 

He tries to lean in for a kiss and Carrie presses a hand to his mouth, pushing him back. “No, not ‘fuck ‘em.’ I have a reputation to uphold. You can wait.”

Reggie whimpers at the thought. 

“And if you can’t be good…” she trails off, letting experience speak for her.

“I’ll be good, I promise.”

“You’d better be.” She pinches the underside of his arm. “And you’d better hope that fixing this doesn’t take very long,” she adds, gesturing to her face. “Go greet your guests, I’ll be right down. And for god’s sake, don’t touch that cake again.”

“Yes’m,” Reggie readily agrees, stopping just short of offering her a mock salute when she glares at him. 

It turns out that Reggie had caused barely any damage to Carrie’s makeup and she joins the party in no time, hosting and mingling like the seasoned professional she is. 

When the party’s over and the house is finally cleared out, they work to clean up what they can of the mess. Yes, there will be cleaners coming in tomorrow but Carrie’s not one to leave a disaster in her wake. 

Reggie walks up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist. “I hope to celebrate many more with you like this,” Reggie murmurs into the back of her neck.

“You’d better,” Carrie snarks back. 

“Nobody understands why we’re together, you know.”

“Yeah, well. It’s none of their business. Are you happy?” Carrie brings a free hand up to his head and runs it through Reggie’s hair, giving a light tug to accentuate her question.

“Of course. Perfectly. Are you?”

“As happy as I can be.”

“I guess that’s what matters, then.”

“Exactly. And if they give you any grief over it, they can answer to me.”

Reggie coughs out a dry laugh, “Yeah, okay.”

She turns in his arms and drapes her own over his shoulders. “If they love you like they say they do then they can keep their thoughts to themselves. They don’t have to understand me. Or us. But they do have to respect you.”

“Respecting you is part of respecting me.”

“Yeah, I don’t really care what they think of me to be completely honest.”

“Okay. Well, I care, Care.”

“That’s great for you.” She retracts her arms and turns back to what she’d been previously occupied with. “We have stuff to do. Now get to it if you want the rest of your birthday gift while it’s still technically your birthday.”

Reggie doesn’t need to be told twice, quickly finishing his task and helping Carrie with hers so he can see what she has planned for the rest of their night.

[coopermorrow]

Who I Write For

Hi! My name is Cooper and I am hoping to be a writer one day so I thought what better way of starting off than by writing about my favorite celebrities and characters? I am in many fandoms but not all, so if you don't happen to see one of your favorite celebrities or characters on my list you can still ask me to write about them and I'll do my best!

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Nora Montgomery

Lana Winters

Kit Walker

Sister Mary Eunice McKee

Queenie

Madison Montgomery

Zoe Benson

Cordelia Goode

Misty Day

Kyle Spencer (pre and post death)

Dandy Mott

Tristan Duffy

James Patrick March

Elizabeth/The Countess

Kai Anderson

Winter Anderson

Michael Langdon

Mallory

Brooke Thompson

Xavier Plympton

Montana Duke

Harry Gardner

Slashers/Horror Characters:

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Bubba Sawyer

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Tiffany Valentine

Baby Firefly

Doomhead

Brahms Heelshire

Darry Jenner (Jeepers Creepers)

Norman Bates (Bates Motel)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

Art the Clown

BTS:

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Kim Namjoon

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook

Jackass:

Johnny Knoxville

Steve-O

Ryan Dunn

Bam Margera

Chris Pontius

Rachel Wolfson

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Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Natasha Romanoff

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

James "Bucky" Barnes

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

IT (2017 and 2019):

Richie Tozier

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Mike Hanlon

Stanley Uris

Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh

Patrick Hockstetter

Henry Bowers

Reginald "Belch" Huggins

Victor Criss

What's Eating Gilbert Grape:

Gilbert Grape

Arnie Grape

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

It's Always Sunny In Philadeplphia:

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Deandra "Dee" Reynolds

Ronald "Mac" McDonald

The Last Of Us (show):

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Morticia Addams

Xavier Thorpe

Miscellaneous:

Javier Pena

Kevin Khatchadourian

Jay (Jay and Silent bob)

Jareth the Goblin King (The Labyrinth)

Mort Rainey

Victor Van Dort

Tarrant Hightopp/The Mad Hatter (Alice In Wonderland)

Edward Scissorhands

I will not write rape, 18+ content for underage characters, or anything where the character is another species. I will not take requests containing pedophilia, ablism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, or any other form of bigotry. Comfort imagines for things such as depression, eating disorders, and anxiety are fine as long as you do not want them to be very descriptive and/or explicit. Please make formal requests through my ask as I will not take comments as formal requests. I write for multiple genders but only smut for afab people as that is the anatomy I am most understanding of. I do take "x reader" requests. I can try to write crossovers, though I'm not too experienced with them and I do write for celebrities as well.

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[princess-ibri]

Who do you imagine Alice getting married to when she gets older to have her daughter?

Oh I imagined some version of her IRL husband Reginald Hargreaves. Although I've had the thought that her daughter Mary-Jean is actually also Mary Darling from Peter Pan in my DisneyVerse:)

[jegulusofwesper]

so i’ve casted the marauders as jatp characters, now i just need your input <3

julie - regulus

luke - james

alex - remus

reggie - sirius

bobby - peter

caleb - snape

willie - lily

nick - barty

carrie - evan

i started replying to this when i first messaged you so apparently i have thoughts 👀

REG WOULD PERFORM TF PUT OF WAKE UP and there would be unsaid emily level of tears also the irony of james seeing the floating chairs and being like 😳witch😳

luke and james are the embodiment of each other OMG. i love i love i love !!

can you imagine the girls am i right but with them. it’s be like james serenades sirius and 💅panic💅 and is like 😳ahaha girls am i right😳 and james is like 🤭yea🤭 then remus very blatantly looks him up and down and is like ☺️no❤️☺️. but also i can 100% see remus go on a date to scream in a museum he’d 100% go back afterwards when they’re having difficulties and having his hsm3 troy bolton moment

i’m just thinking of the i i i i i want a puppy before this band is back then him sulking. however flip it to reg, evan and barty for the c’mon reginald and ahhhhh but imagine the whole reg and carlos thing where he becomes a big brother but imagine he does it because he never got to say bye to his little brother and he wants that part of him to feel whole 🥺

where do you stand on the whole bobby thing? like do you think he was entering his villain era or do you think the label saw a grieving kid and took advantage? but as for pete i can just imagine him being haunted by the ghosts of his past and then bolting to go see a therapist. would pete change his name/what to?

caleb could pull off snape’s outfit but could snape pull off caleb’s? also are we talking like grown snape or do you have a certain fc i should be picturing? OMG IMAGINE LILY PUTTING PURPLE BUTTERFLY CLIPS IN HIS HAIR TO MATCH HIS OUTFIT LIKE THE BOI IS ALL GRUMPY LOOKING BUT HES GIT THESE CUTE ASS PURPLE BUTTERFLY CLIPS IN

we’re keeping the skateboarding right? because lily skateboarding isn’t something i knew i needed in my life but she’d be so badass!! i would’ve never thought about lily being willie but it’s clear now..i see the vision

i can see barty as nick but he’s have to be sooo much more sarcastic. THAT MEANS THAT THE ITS NICK SCENE WOULD HAPPEN BETWEEN REG AND BARTY AND OH I DONT THINK I WOULD BE ABLE TO SEE HIS FACE also does nick canonically have a last name or is the fandom still going by danforth-evans?

evan as carrie omg!! he would perform the fuck out of all eyes on me. james bouncing in for the ✨ding✨ as well omg!!

wait wait wait pandora as my main girl flynn?

[ivypapercutsxo]

Welcome to Ivy Cove, Reggie Peters!

woah! was that REGINALD ‘REGGIE’ PETERS walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS. they’re 21 and live in SHOREGRAZE RIDGE but watch out because they can be NAIVE + QUIET but are actually AWKWARD + TALENTED. despite them HAVING memories, you’ll always think of A BLACK LEATHER JACKET, CALLOUSED FINGERS FROM STRUMMING HIS GUITAR, AND A SAD SMILE ANYTIME A HOT DOG IS MENTIONED when imagining them. /jeremy shada ,he/him

Reggie is working as a music teacher at a local elementary school. It is his first year there. He also is in a rock band.

[ivycovehq]

welcome to ivy cove, britt! we can’t wait to meet reggie peters. please make sure you read through the checklist and send in your account within 24 hours

*derek venturi (life with derek) is now reserved for 24 hours!

( britt, she/her, 30, est ) woah! was that REGINALD ‘REGGIE’ PETERS walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS. they’re  21  and live in SHOREGRAZE RIDGE but watch out because they can be NAIVE + QUIET but are actually AWKWARD + TALENTED. despite them HAVING memories, you’ll always think of A BLACK LEATHER JACKET, CALLOUSED FINGERS FROM STRUMMING HIS GUITAR, AND A SAD SMILE ANYTIME A HOT DOG IS MENTIONED when imagining them. /jeremy shada ,he/him [Can I reserve Derek Venturi [Life with Derek]?]

[creativeashproductions]

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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Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Funny story-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We both know Reggie-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reggie didn't even crack a smile.

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

"Okay. Can I be left alone?"

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

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

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

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

"I-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Luke's eyebrows furrowed together, "What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One Month Later, Nashville

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your song? Yeah." 

Reggie stared at his best friend, "What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[reggies-eyeliner]

Reggie Exam/Finals/Bad day Comforting Headcanons

I’ve have had this idea for so long now, so heheh, time to *cracks knuckles* write

It doesn’t matter what time it is that you’re not feeling well

It could be 3 in the morning and he’d comfort you

You had had such a rough day, trying to constantly keep on smiling and fighting, but you couldn’t sleep that night

It’s not that you didn’t want to sleep, you physically couldn’t sleep

Thoughts flooded into your head, into your chest, into your lungs, your eyes started stinging because it was so painful

The thoughts wouldn’t stop and your chest tightened and your breathing became heavier

“Make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop-”

Something was wrong, this didn’t feel right, you had so many thoughts that built up, one over the other, and your chest felt heavier and all you wanted was for that feeling to go away

You opened up your phone, desparate for help-- maybe your friend would be active?

No, that’s ridiculous. That was ridiculous, how could you call your friend at 3 in the morning? Would they even respond?

You hand slipped when your vision blurred with tears, and you ended up calling Reggie on accident

You started cursing under your breath, about to press the red “hang up” button, when he responded even faster

“Hey,” he said softly. He had answered the call right away-- Reggie sounded exhausted, but he also sounded like he was out of breath, as if he had just woken up.

He probably had.

“S-sor...sorry Reggie, I d...idn’t-t mean-” your voice trembled, trying to keep yourself from sobbing mid-speech

“Y/n?” You could hear the sudden rustling of the blanket sheets and a door creaking open. A rhythmic pattern of footsteps sounded into your phone. “Are you okay?”

“I- yeah, I’m fine, don’t- don’t worry, don’t worry about me I’m fi-”

He hung up on you.

Another person gone, another person forgetting about you, another person not caring, another-

The doorbell rang.

What? How could someone even be here? It was so late at night and-

You looked through the peephole to find greyish-green eyes staring directly at you

You opened the door, finding... Reggie?

He smiled slightly with his lop-sided grin, but more gentle, this time-- he held two packs of chips and hot cocoa mix in one hand, and in a large bag, you could see soft blankets, throw pillows, DVD’s, and even face masks 

The two light blankets were wrapped around his neck, and he had his guitar slung around his shoulder as he smiled at you again. 

“Hey, y/n,”

“How- Reggie, you didn’t ne-” you wiped the falling tears from your eyes. It was freezing in the cold of the (very) early morning, and you let him inside where it was warmer

“Why a..are- why are you h-here?”

He didn’t respond and instead, led plopped down on the couch and cuddled up next to you, pulling you into a hug.

After a while, he shrugged slightly and said, “Well, you, uh, you sounded hurt. I knew you weren’t fine when you said you were, so, uh, now I’m here.”

“And I’m going to be here, now and forever, because I need to make sure that you’re okay, okay?”

You could feel his heartbeat against your ear, and his arm wrapped around you.

You choked on a sob, trying not to make it look like you were crying. “I-, uh, okay. T-thank you. Really, thank you, Reg,”

“You never have to thank me for anything,” he smiled at you and kissed your forehead. The heaters blasted inside, despite the cold weather, and he brought the blanket over your head and brought out DVD’s.

“...Do you want to watch cringy romance movies together and rate them based on how beautifully terrible they are?”

You laughed, and wiped away your tears. “You know I do, you reckless idiot.”

The movies were pretty long, and you two ended up falling asleep next to each other.

Maybe things really could get better.

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Thank you so much for reading, love ^^ Headcanons, blurbs, + imagines are currently open!

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[gothicwidowsworld]

Endeavour characters

- Peter Jakes

- George Fancy

- Sam Thursday

- Max Debryn

- Endeavour Morse

- Reginald Bright

- Jim Strange

- Fred Thursday

- Alan Jago

- Ronnie Box

These are all the Endeavour characters i write for.

[kittykat3801]

They will definitely get really cocky once they’ve “mastered” the art of ghost teleportation and I would love to see this happen 😂

hello i am here today to talk about the boys being idiot teenage boys and getting cockier with their ghost teleportation skills that they start poofing into the studio in a horizontal position as they drop directly onto the couch,

being too lazy to climb down the stairs so they fling themselves off the loft railing to then poof out and poof back in at the last second, landing gracefully by the piano

and of course luke poofing directly in julie’s room on his side of the bed in a “draw me like one of your french girls” poses while julie barely bats an eyelash as she continues to work on her algebra homework on her side of the bed

[katsu28]

wookies vs. farm boys

pairing: Reggie Peters x reader (set in 1995)

summary: Reggie and Y/N have their first argument

warnings: arguing but nothing too serious you’ll see

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

masterlist + taglist

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

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

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

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

“He’s blond. Blonds are cute.”

“Alex is blond, he’s not cute!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[a-constant-gay-panic]

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My masterlist!

Genres I'll write:

fluff

angst

smut

I can and will ignore/not write something (even if it is one of the genres listed above) if I see fit. this could be due to me not feeling comfortable writing about it, finding it offensive/insensitive etc. if that is the case, please just accept the fact and move on.

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Type of fics I'll write:

one shots

drabbles

imagines

song!fics

multi chapter fics 

AUs

dark!fics

Not sure if I'm missing anything.

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Who I'll write for:

HP

— Golden trio era —

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Cedric Diggory

Pansy Parkinson

Draco Malfoy (depending on the request)

— Marauders era —

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Lily Evans

Peter Pettigrew

— General/non specific era —

Bellatrix Black/Lestrange

Tom Riddle

Narcissa Black/Malfoy 

IT 

— Losers Club —

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlan

Eddie Kaspbrak

Ben Hanscom

— Bowers Gang —

Henry Bowers

Victor Criss 

Patrick Hockstetter

Reginald (Belch) Huggins 

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

001 / Henry Creel

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley

Billy Hargrove

Will Byers

OTHER FICTIONAL CHARACTERS 

Peter Parker (tasm & mcu)

Wanda and Pietro Maximoff (mcu)

Elio Perlman (cmbyn)

Hal (The king)

Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

Rodrick Heffley (diary of a wimpy kid)

CELEBRITIES

Either because I write for their fictional character/s or because I just feel like it: 

Jenna Ortega 

Sadie Sink

Sophia Lillis 

Timothée Chalamet 

Finn Wolfhard 

Zendaya 

Other than that, it all depends on said celebrity. If they’re not on the list, ask and I’ll get back to you.

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Types of Readers I’ll write for:

In regards to fluff, smut and angst:

fem!reader

gn!reader

male!reader (however I'm not the most experienced in this)

plus sized!reader

In regards to smut, specifically, I will write sub!reader but primarily dom!reader as I have more experience with this.

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What I will not write about:

Sexual harassment/abuse

Self Harm

ED's

Con-noncon / noncon

Illegal age gaps (a minor and an adult together)

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Things to include when making a request:

who you want to be in it

what kind of fic you want

any specific reader you had in mind

a basic idea / summary of what you want it to be about

any prompts from my prompt list (optional)

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That’s all from my side, love ya <3

[allisoooon]

Why your TUA questions might not get answered

Lots of people are asking what the marigolds are, who the creatures were who created the universe/Hotel Oblivion, how the 43 kids came to be or what their genetic makeup is, and a bunch of other stuff like that.  So I’ma make as short a post as I can about hard vs. soft worldbuilding.

Hard worldbuilding: Your world has languages fully written, a detailed history, cultures, tons of notes on shit that will never make it into your finished product; basically, you’ve made your world as fully fleshed-out as you possibly can so that if a question comes up as you write, you already know the answer.  Example: the works of Tolkien.

Soft worldbuilding: Your world has just enough details to imply the existence of much, much more than is on the page/screen/whatever.  The gaps are filled by the reader/viewer’s imagination.  Example: Star Wars.

Do we know what the economy of the wood-elves is like?  Yes, they are hunter-gatherers who have limited trade with the outside and don’t really do metalwork, PETER JACKSON!  Do we know how the fuck Coruscant is habitable when it’s just one big city?  No, and we don’t care.  We just know that Coruscant exists, people inhabit it, so there must be something in place to keep the entire thing from melting like the Wicked Witch of the West.

When you try to introduce hard worldbuilding elements into a soft worldbuilding system, or worse, hard magic system elements into a soft magic system, you get shit like midichlorians.  It’s out of place, answers a question they never needed to answer, and ruins the mystique.

The TUA comics are just about as clear-cut an example of soft worldbuilding as you can get.  How does an entire race of talking chimps exist?  Why is a goldfish Five’s boss?  WTF there are suddenly vampires in this universe?

The show is pretty much the same, albeit in a world that is almost entirely like our own.  What city are they in?  Well, according to Reginald’s check stubs, they are in The City.  Where is The City?  A shot of a kugelwave suggests it’s around where Michigan, Indiana, and Ohio meet.  Where do the AMABs’ Y chromosomes come from?  Who the fuck cares?  How did Klaus create a new body for himself just by traveling to another dimension from the Void?  By being fucking powerful.

Who created the universe and gave it a reset button?  If you knew, instead of making the universe feel larger, it would almost certainly make it feel smaller.  The vague implication with Hargreeves and Hotel Oblivion is that there are other planets with their own societies, and some of these aliens are not to be trifled with.  Putting shape to those universe-makers limits them to being as powerful and frightening as canon makes them.  Leaving them unseen limits them only to our imaginations.

So if your specific worldbuilding questions aren’t answered in the show, it’s not a plot hole--it’s soft worldbuilding.  That’s just how it goes.  A plot hole isn’t an unanswered question, anyway, it’s an internal consistency error.