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rukeiiii · 9 months
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still hating on the fact that netflix cancelled jatp. a show that had multiple awards, top 1 show multiple times, AND was most liked tv show on netflix from 2020-2021. another thing i hate abt netflix is the fact they're still continuing badass shows like 'cocomelon' or 'gabby's dollhouse'. STOP. and please don't tell me otherwise.
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wr0temyway0ut · 1 year
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Opposites Attract
Inspired by this poll by @animentality
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fleursfairies · 6 months
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the way luke was able to pull the entire band was kinda crazy
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lvkereggie · 11 months
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“you are so lucky you can play bass” JUST KISS ALREADY🗣‼️
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tree-chime · 9 days
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the way jeremy shada is the king of playing disaster bisexuals doomed to a red/blue ship dynamic is insane btw
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daintyduck99 · 1 month
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“Are you actually blushing?” “No! Shut up.” for the Luke ship of your choice!
“Why are we here?”
Luke keeps scanning the bar, looking for a head of glossy black hair or a crooked smile. He shushes Alex.
“That's not—” Alex starts, only to sigh when Luke begins to drag him through the crowd of other twenty-somethings.
Reggie's wedged in the corner, playing on his phone. There's a guitar case under the table—different than the one he'd used last time, even at a glance.
Is there any instrument he can't play?
Alex nudges Luke. He jolts, then carefully doesn't look at Alex.
Luke clears his throat. “Hey—”
“Luke!” Reggie gestures wildly for them to sit down. “Are you playing?”
Luke returns Reggie's easy grin. He's still not looking at Alex. “Not tonight.”
Reggie’s smile morphs into a smirk.
“So you're here just for me?”
Luke's mouth works without sound as he grapples to get words out.
“That's—I also—where's Bobby?!”
Reggie laughs warmly, knocking his arm against Luke's. “He's at the bar.”
“I'm also here,” Alex says dryly before Luke can fumble to explain why he didn't see Bobby. “I'm Alex.”
Reggie turns to Alex excitedly.
“Oh, you're the drummer best friend!”
Alex huffs a laugh. He likes Reggie already; Luke can tell.
“That's me. And you? I assume Luke's trying to recruit you—”
“And Bobby!” Luke adds quickly. “I could've sworn we talked about this.”
Okay, so maybe Luke meant to talk to him about it. Them stopping here tonight was a little spur of the moment.
But it's the thought that counts, right?
Reggie introduces himself to Alex. Bobby returns before long, with a mixed drink for himself and a water for Reggie. Alex likes him too, and Luke smiles to himself as they talk about some sport thing that's happening.
“Think I could convince you to play?”
Luke startles. Reggie’s voice, his breath, is right in Luke's ear, and it sends a shockwave down his spine.
He swallows. “Um. Probably. Why?”
Reggie laughs quietly, low and warm.
“Because I want you, too. Won't you?”
Luke's brain is melting. It's—no one like Reggie has ever flirted with him so sincerely before. It's kind of unreal.
“What guitar ‘ve ya got?” he manages.
“An acoustic. Does that work for you?”
“Yeah,” he says dumbly. “For sure.”
Reggie hums. His lips graze Luke's ear.
“We're on soon then, sweetheart.”
He pulls away before Luke can reply.
“I'm grabbing more water, anyone else want anything?”
Luke's warm all over as he watches him leave.
Alex obscures his view, smiling smugly.
“Dude. Are you actually blushing?”
“No!” Luke hisses. “Shut up.”
Alex rolls his eyes. “Relax. Bobby's playing on his phone. It's not like he's blind to what's happening, anyway.”
“That's—”
“And,” Alex continues, “I'm just intrigued. You hardly ever blush.”
Luke shrugs, even though it's true.
Alex hums knowingly. “He must be good, huh?”
Luke splutters, “I don't—I wouldn't—”
“His playing, Luke.” Alex smirks. “Although for you, I guess it's one and the same—”
“Would you shut the fuck up?”
“Maybe I would,” Alex says snarkily, “if you'd bother to tell me things.”
In Luke's defense, things have been happening really fast, but Reggie’s back before he can really say more.
But it all works out in the end, and their new band and his boyfriend are both good.
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invisibleraven · 5 months
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Holding hands in packed areas / Peterpatter
"Why are we at the mall again?' Luke whined. "You know I hate this place."
"Well for one you said you needed to go to Guitar World, which is here," Reggie said, ticking it off on his fingers. "And secondly it's Midnight Madness today, which means sales which means we can get a lot of holiday shopping done while avoiding the craziness of Black Friday."
"You mean Black Friday is worse?" Luke squeaked, scooting closer to Reggie as they maneuvered through the crowds.
"So much worse."
"Well we are avoiding here like the plague then," Luke said. "Let's get in and out as fast as we can."
"You know we're hitting Guitar World last right? We'd spend all day there if we went there first," Reggie said.
Luke grumbled but nodded, sliding closer to Reggie, and grabbed his hand. "So we don't get separated."
Reggie bit back a smile, tangling their fingers together. It was rare that Luke engaged in even the simplest public display of affection. It wasn't that he was ashamed of their relationship, far from if the number of love songs he had written were any indication.
But Luke preferred for them to be more private, and Reggie was fine with that. He didn't need Luke to smother him in kisses for him to know how he felt.
However... it felt kind of nice to walk hand in hand through the throngs of people. He squeezed Luke's hand, offering him a smile as they went from store to store, gathering items for each of their friends. Never letting go even as they were laden down with bags.
"Are we done yet?" Luke whined. "My feet are starting to hurt."
Reggie looked over their spoils. "We have everybody done, so we can go get food and then head to Guitar World if you want."
"Can we get pretzels?" Luke asked.
Reggie laughed. "Of course we can."
So off they went, still hand in hand, only letting go to get into the truck-but if Luke took Reggie's hand as they drove, well he was okay with that. This was just for them, but maybe, just maybe, it could be something they did more often.
And Luke was okay with that-even if he still hated the mall.
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jmrothwell · 3 months
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using the most embarrassing pet names they can think of for Luke/Reggie plz and thank you
“Table for two, please.” Luke told the hostess–her long dark hair on the more frazzled side of things–as he wrapped an arm around Reggie’s shoulders which slowly dropped to his waist. 
A few months ago the move would have completely taken Reggie by surprise. By this point they’d been playing these games long enough Reggie had long since learned this was Luke’s signal. 
Reggie was fairly certain they didn't need to actually act like a couple in order to get the Sweetheart’s deal. He also had yet to vocalize these doubts to Luke since he’d first proposed the idea for dinner tonight, the both of them always on the lookout for a good deal. Now didn’t seem like a good time, plus it was always fun to play these sorts of games with Luke. Last time they did they managed to win free drinks for the night. 
“Sorry but it’s going to be a bit of a wait.” The hostess said through an incredibly tight smile. 
“That’s all right.” Reggie smiled as he let his head fall to Luke’s shoulder, smiling even brighter when he saw the hostess just the slightest. “We’ve got all the time in the world, don’t we sweetheart?”
“Sure do, butter biscuit.” Luke’s grip around Reggie’s waste tightened. Normally by now Luke would have stepped to the side, but since they were currently the only ones waiting he took the opportunity to lean closer to whisper conspiratorially to the hostess. “It’s our anniversary.”
It suddenly clicked why Luke wanted them to play this game. He was trying to score a potential freebee. Reggie knew his face was definitely not matching whatever lovey dovey backstory spiel Luke was spinning up about how they met and decided to bury it in Luke’s shoulder. Really only keying back into the conversation after the hostess made some remark about how cute they were together.
“Oh he’s just my hunka hunka burnin’ love” Luke said, plastering himself even more to Reggie’s side, more than he usually would be anyway. Honestly, Reggie was a little too distracted trying to determine if he should be worried that he was more unsettled by the random Elvis reference than by how much Luke was clinging to him, he once again almost missed Luke was still talking.  “Ain’t that right honeydew?”
“Oh, sure thing, Beaker.” Reggie said with a broad smile completely missing the hostesses stifled snickering, continuing to be distracted by Luke. More specifically Luke’s perplexed scowl. “Scooter? Zoot? Sweetums?”
The hostess cleared her throat with a smile, trying to get his and Luke’s attention back. Either that or she was hiding a laugh. “It looks like a table just became available if you two would like to follow me.”
Reggie did his best to follow without tripping over his, or Luke’s, feet. A task made even trickier since Luke decided to stay glued to Reggie’s side as they followed the hostess to their table. Thankfully, it was significantly easier to eat since the table set up meant Luke had to stick to his own portion of the table. 
The clinginess didn’t reduce any Like Reggie thought it would after Luke succeeded in getting his free dessert. And Reggie wasn’t quite sure if this was normal Luke clinginess or Luke keeping the game going. A soon forgotten conundrum as he once again got caught up by Luke’s momentum, deciding to just enjoy the evening for whatever it was.
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shyjusticewarrior · 2 years
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bbreaddog · 10 days
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It’s the morning after a wild New Year’s Eve party and there are quite a few regrets. . . .writer's choice for characters! ^_^
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
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Thanks for your one-and-a-bit-years’ long patience on this 😩 I’m so excited to finally, FINALLY share this with you!!
(Prompt from this post. Thanks @noworneverphantom and @1mnobodywhoareyou for beta-ing)
AND NOW, THE FIC (M rating, 2.1k words):
Anyone who thinks having your ears assaulted with the incessant blaring of a dawn break alarm is a great way to start the day is a damn liar.
He slaps his hand over the bedside table blindly until he finally hits the offending object. The noise stops. He flops over onto his stomach.
It’s 7am, January 1st. Fantastic information for someone who actually cares. Not him, though.
His body, however, does. Five hours is not nearly enough to… Well, five hours is not enough. Celebratory drinks on New Year’s Eve can be fun! He just forgets about the part where he has to wake up with the consequences.
He yawns, jaw aching with the stretch, and ribs protesting with the expansion of his breath. Something twitches under his palm. It kinda tickles. He sniffs.
A moment passes. There’s another twitch, then a quiet squeak.
Oh, Reggie thinks. He should probably move in case it’s a rat or something. But lifting his arm suddenly feels like lifting a boulder that’s been superglued to the ground. He sighs. It would be so easy to give up right now.
So he does.
It’s not a big deal. He could probably handle having a little rat friend. Besides, rats are cute. And if his parents didn’t let him have a hamster back in high school—well, now he can have–
An annoyed grumble. Reggie screws up his face. That’s a loud fucking rat, probably one that won’t be much fun to take care of, actually.
So Reggie, still half-asleep and hungover to all hell, makes a decision that any other responsible adult in his situation would make:
He’s going to grab the little guy.
Reggie’s fingers slowly draw in. His eyebrows furrow. It’s something smooth, and a little more triangular than the rat-shape he was expecting. Not that he’s one to body shame.
Experimentally, he squishes it.
There’s a splutter, then–
“Ow!” Reggie whines when his hand gets slapped away.
“Dude, what the hell?”
Reggie’s eyes snap open, sunlight stinging before he can smack a hand over them. “What the hell?” he parrots.
“Lemme breathe.”
“Okay,” Reggie croaks, a little hysterically. “Yeah, sure. W-what are you doing in my bed, though?”
From the other side, Luke snorts. “S’my bed, dude.”
No, it’s not, Reggie wants to say. Because that would be stupid. Being in Luke’s bed would be stupid. Reggie knows that, and Luke has to know that. They’re in a band together! A band where they’d all agreed to never shoot their shot within the group.
More specifically, Reggie had promised both Julie and Alex separately that he won’t get caught up in his long-standing crush on Luke, and that he definitely won’t end up in Luke’s bed. It’s too risky.
So this can’t be Luke’s bed, Reggie thinks, because then we would be in big trouble.
There’s some shuffling beside him, followed by a deep sigh. Reggie peeks through the gap between his fingers. Luke’s eyes are closed, the crease of his brow just smoothing out. Reggie watches Luke’s mouth soften, lips parting slightly, his breaths returning to slow waves. He looks so peaceful.
Just as the thought occurs, Reggie huffs out a small laugh. “Thought you were a rat,” he murmurs.
Luke doesn’t reply. Reggie shuts his eyes again.
So maybe he’s thought about this before, waking up next to Luke all soft and rumpled. Maybe it’s a daydream he likes to revisit regularly. So what? Sue him. It’s not like he’d say no given the chance.
Besides, he seems to recall only saying that he won’t end up in Luke’s bed, so… yeah. He just has to verify that he’s in his own bed, and they’ll be fine. Probably.
Reggie rolls over gingerly, cracking open an eyelid to squint through the bright morning haze. It’s hard to tell whose room it is at a glance when the layouts are so similar:
There’s a wooden desk shoved into a corner at the other end of the room, the chair pulled out to accommodate the mountain of clothes dumped on it; an acoustic guitar sits beside the tallboy, occupying the only section of the floor that’s ever seen the light of day. Speaking of light, why is it so fucking bright?
Reggie props himself up with one elbow, then braves a look at the source of light.
Of course, he groans. The blue curtains hanging over the window are, for some godforsaken reason, open—pushed to the sides, allowing the morning sun to flood the room.
Sure! Reggie thinks. That’s not even the worst part about it, so why not? The only thing that could possibly be worse than this is if Julie and Alex were here pointing at the curtains themselves; because the curtains in Reggie's room are red.
“Fuck,” Reggie moans, letting his eyes fall shut.
If there’s one thing Luke’s good at, it’s persuading Reggie to do things. Stupid things that will get them into stupid trouble.
Maybe they could say it was just a sleepover? Nothing had to have happened between them. Just a couple of bros sharing a bed. It’s winter, it’s cold. Saving on heating bills. Something like that. That sounds reasonable enough, yeah?
He looks back at Luke, and yeah, okay. That’s great, actually—Luke’s not wearing a shirt. That’s… fine. Luke’s fine. Like, really fine.
Getting off track. It’s fine! They’ve all seen Luke waltzing around without a shirt before. Hell, even if he was wearing one, half the material would be gone along with the sleeves. So the story could still pass. This is nothing new.
What is new, to Reggie’s horror, is the massive purple bruise blooming on the side of Luke’s neck. Reggie does not squeak. How did he miss that? It’s huge!
Don’t panic, Reggie tells himself, panicking. There could be any number of reasons why there’s a hickey the size of a golf ball on Luke’s neck. Probably just as many as for why they’ve woken up in the same bed.
Reggie can think of exactly one.
Alex is gonna be so mad. Julie is gonna be so mad.
He swallows. It’s fine, he tells himself, like it’ll be real if he keeps saying it. Maybe this could be salvageable somehow. If they’re sticking with the sleepover thing (which he’ll talk to Luke about… probably), then he should check that they’re wearing clothes. That would make it more plausible. Hopefully.
The back of his neck prickles with sweat, and he suddenly wishes the thought never occurred to him. Now he can’t stop thinking about Luke laying beside him, naked. He can’t stop thinking about Luke seeing him naked. Reggie bites his lip. This is a bad idea. Maybe he can just roll over and go back to sleep and he’ll wake up from this dream.
Except, Reggie has never been one to deny his curiosity, even if it does trap the rat, or however the saying goes. He inhales sharply.
Careful not to disturb Luke, Reggie slowly lifts up the edge of the covers. He takes in a quiet breath and, before he can psyche himself out, leans down to take a peek.
He slaps a hand over his mouth.
We’re gonna die, Reggie thinks, heart pounding in his chest. Alex and Julie are gonna kill us, and we’re gonna die.
“Luke,” Reggie says, nudging him with the back of his hand. “Luke. Luke.”
“What?”
Reggie bites his lip. He has to be smart about this. Although he doesn’t know how smart he can be with this headache swooping back in. “Do you, uh, usually sleep naked?”
Luke snorts. Reggie’s face heats up. “Yeah,” Luke says.
Reggie’s pulse quickens. “So this is normal?”
“Yeah,” Luke says again, slower this time, an unreadable look on his face.
“In– in the middle of winter?”
“What are you, my mom?”
Reggie squeaks. “I-I just mean, like– what if– what if someone else is in your bed?”
Luke blinks. His lips curl up into a smirk.
“Well,” he drawls, propping himself up on an elbow. “Seems like you already know the answer to that.”
“I-I mean–” Reggie stammers, cheeks growing hot. “You could’ve at least– put some pants on, or, or… um…” he trails off, watching Luke’s eyes rake down his chest and slowly drag them back up again. When their eyes meet, Luke slips his tongue out to wet his lips. Reggie’s skin prickles.
“Now, why would I want to do that if the clothes are just gonna come right off again?”
Reggie has never claimed to have a strong resolve. They don’t make it out of bed for a while.
———
“What the hell is that?” Alex demands.
Act casual. Be natural.
”Yeah, Reg,” Luke smirks. Reggie’s blood runs cold. “What the hell did you do to me?”
Alex rounds on him. “You did this?”
“Did what?” comes Julie’s voice, and Reggie instinctively scans the studio for cover. Julie stops in the doorway, staring at Luke. “What the hell is that?” she asks, tone measured.
“That’s what I said,” mutters Alex.
Reggie glances at Luke, who’s still proudly parading the massive hickey on his neck like it won’t get them murdered. Reggie resists the urge to put his face in his hands and scream.
Julie looks between Luke’s smug expression and Reggie’s guilty-puppy eyes, and Reggie can pinpoint the exact moment it clicks.
“Oh my god, what did we say about hooking up within the band?!”
“Felt fucking good, though,” Luke says with a sly smile. “Reggie’s mouth–”
“Absolutely not,” Julie cuts in, holding up a hand. “I never, in a billion years, want to hear about what happened between you and Reggie’s mouth. Gross.”
“Yeah,” Alex says, raising a pocketed hand. “Me too.”
Reggie’s face grows hot. Hell could open up a trap door to a thousand spikes underneath him right now and it would suck less.
“I’m gonna need a moment,” Julie announces. “You two–” she points between Luke and Reggie “–behave. I’ll be back.”
Reggie hangs his head, shame creeping up the back of his neck. He hates disappointing people, least of all Julie Molina. Now the fate of his spot in the band, and probably his friendship with Julie, is doomed.
He hazards a glimpse at Luke. He actually looks sorry now that Julie’s out of sight.
Alex sighs and turns to them, lips pressed into a thin line.
“Alright, Alex, go ahead,” Luke grumbles. “We know you’ve got something to say.”
Alex watches them carefully for a beat before opening his mouth. “Okay, I don’t wanna say I told you so–”
“Yes, you do,” Reggie mumbles.
“Yes, I do,” Alex concedes, shutting his eyes for a second. “But I won’t, because I know you know you messed up. Okay, we all agreed this wouldn’t happen. I’ve kept up my end of the deal. Julie’s kept hers…” He trails off, shrugging. He doesn’t need to say it, but Reggie can practically hear it. Why was it so hard for you to do the same?
Reggie looks at Luke, then back to Alex before dropping his gaze. He’s just about to open his mouth to apologise when the door creaks open.
“Okay,” Julie breathes, carefully closing the door behind her and stepping into the space. “Now that I’m over the initial shock of…” She gestures vaguely at Luke and clears her throat. “I’ve given it some thought, and I’ve decided…” She looks between Luke and Reggie, biting her lip nervously. “We can make an exception here,” she says finally.
“Wait, seriously?” Luke and Alex say in unison. They grimace at each other.
Julie stares. “Okay… anyway,” she says. “Yes, I am serious. Just as long as the two of you—Luke and Reggie—can keep it professional when we’re together as a band.”
“Yeah,” Alex agrees. “We don’t want personal stuff to get in the way of how we work, right?”
Reggie could almost cry with relief, wrapping his arms around Julie in a tight hug with an earnest “Thank you!” before releasing her so Luke can do the same.
With the air cleared, they disperse to set up for the day. Luke bumps his hip against Reggie and throws him a wink. Reggie blushes despite himself.
“Oh, and one more thing,” Julie pipes up. “In case it wasn’t clear enough: no hooking up on band time. Got it?”
Reggie straightens up and salutes her. “Yes, ma’am!”
He hears Luke laugh next to him. “You got it, boss,” he says.
Julie rolls her eyes fondly, and returns to setting up her keyboard stand.
Reggie feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around, and Luke presses a quick kiss to his lips. It happens so swiftly that Reggie is left stunned; he stares wide-eyed after Luke, who’s already making his way toward his mic.
Somewhere behind him, Reggie hears Alex mutter, “Why do I have to be here?”
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Juke gives me bi panic, but Reggie and julie give Luke bi panic.
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rukeiiii · 9 months
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if i got one wish, i'd wish for jatp 2.
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jaskiers-sweetkiss · 1 year
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The Mercer Legacy - Epilogue
Pairings: Reggie/Luke/Reader, Willex, Carrie/Julie/Flynn
Warnings: none
a/n: hey so it's been a minute... these funky little guys have truly been haunting me for years now and I've wanted so badly to give you more TML but I just haven't had the inspiration. But I was on a call with @bright-patterson and they mentioned giving TML an ending and I immediately knew what that would be. So, here is an epilogue of sorts.
Masterlist TML Masterlist
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Of course the whole thing had to end with the whole crew heading off to college together. Alex, Wilie, Reggie, and Luke are all sharing a dorm (the kind that has 2 2-person bedrooms) and Y/N, Carrie, Julie, and Flynn are all sharing a dorm (the kind where they each get their own bedrooms). And they all live happily ever after or what have you.
I can't guarantee that I'll ever officially write the middle bit to this series but maybe I'll open it up as an AU and you guys can request little scenes here and there if there's any interest! Regardless, I hope this brings you all some closure <3
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JATP Taglist: @meangirlsx @morganayenneferburnham @n0wornever @bright-molina @reg-peters @calamitykaty @sunsetcurvecuddles @dream-a-little-bigger-x @bright-patterson
TML Taglist: @marinettepotterandplagg @everyonesannoyedwithme @percico-heronstairs @starjane312 @ifilwtmfc @jatphatones @cherrymaybank @sorrowfulfragmentation @stargazing-dreamer-girl @daisybutterlions @mynameisntluke @willex-owns-my-heart @cucumbers-and-olives @90ssunsetcurve @avngrsinitiative @thatfandombitcch @genevieve-the-adventologist @axgelre
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Okay okay okay. We gotta do 23. now-or-never kisses for peterpatter because the first words out of my mouth watching jatp was, "Are they gonna make out?" When they went to share the mic.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Luke is always trying to brainstorm new fun things to do on stage while they're performing, and sharing the microphone with Reggie was a total no-brainer. They harmonize well together so why not make it even more exciting for the audience?
Luke didn't stop to think what he might feel when Reggie was barely an inch away, what it might do to his insides listening to Reggie singing his heart out right alongside him. He hadn't expected it to do anything but bring him assurance that he has the best ideas in the world (suck it, Bobby).
But instead, it brought an overwhelming rush of emotions that stole Luke's voice and left him with nothing but flushed cheeks and the deep desire to melt into the floor from embarrassment.
"Did--" Reggie looks over at Alex as the song comes to an abrupt stop mid-chorus. Luke could kick himself for making Reggie think he's done something wrong; the look on his face is heartbreaking. "Did I…"
"No," Luke chokes out as he steps back, laughing a little as he tries to clear his throat. "Just…" He awkwardly gestures to his head, twirling his finger around as he looks anywhere but Reggie's face. "Lost it for a second, I guess."
"Are you okay?" Reggie asks, even more worry bleeding through his voice to make Luke feel worse. He can feel Alex's judgmental gaze from his right and he's sure Bobby's rolling his eyes at his back.
"Yeah," Luke says with what he hopes is a convincing nod as he adjusts his guitar strap and plasters on a smile. "Why don't we… umm… start over?"
Luke tries to steel himself for the next time Reggie joins him at the mic, but when they run through the song again and the time comes… Reggie misses his cue. He stays at his own microphone to Luke's right and sings just like he's supposed to, but somehow this is even worse.
There's no interruption this time and the four of them manage to get through the song without a single mistake, but Luke can't shake the small sense of dread that's settled in his stomach once the garage is quiet again.
Band practice is supposed to end, now that they've run through their whole set, but for the first time possibly ever Luke is actually torn about wanting to extend the session. Any other day, he's always the one begging and pleading with the others to stay a little longer. Today he can't decide if he wants to at least try to get through Now or Never again or if he wants everyone to leave as soon as fucking possible so he can clean up whatever mess he's made of himself.
Reggie won't even look at him as he's putting away his bass. Luke doesn't feel like he can move despite everyone else packing up their instruments and getting ready to leave the garage; the only thing he can do is watch Reggie and hope that he'll eventually look his way.
When it starts to look like Reggie's going to make a break for the door without sparing Luke even the briefest of looks, Luke finally manages to do something.
"Reg," he blurts out, far louder than necessary, and his face burns with renewed embarrassment when all three of his bandmates look at him. "Can we talk?" he adds in a quieter voice as he forces himself to maintain eye contact now that Reggie's finally looking at him.
"Don't do anything stupid," Bobby calls over his shoulder as he and Alex head for the door, and Luke gives him the finger. Reggie's face twists in confusion over Bobby's comment, but he doesn't say a word.
Even after Alex and Bobby have left, Reggie stays perfectly silent.
Luke swallows hard and fidgets a little, tapping his fingers against the frets of his guitar as he struggles with what to say. He really didn't want Reggie to leave on bad terms, but he has absolutely no idea how to explain what happened.
"Can we maybe try that again?" he finally asks, and once again Reggie looks confused.
"W-Without the others?"
"Yeah."
"Umm…" Reggie scratches the back of his neck before he shrugs. "Sure?"
He retrieves his bass from its case as Luke breathes a soft sigh of relief. Maybe he won't have to explain himself at all if he can get through this like a normal person would. Whatever happened before was nothing more than a fluke, and he's gonna prove it.
Reggie still looks hesitant as he takes his place at his own microphone, but Luke tries his best to give him a reassuring smile.
It's fucking weird not having Alex and Bobby to round out the sound of the song, but they push through the first verse and chorus with ease. A lump forms in Luke's throat as they draw closer to Reggie's cue and he finds himself staring, hoping that Reggie's not going to leave him hanging this time.
Sure enough, Reggie crosses the space between them and joins Luke to sing won't stop climbing, 'cause this is our time - and that same feeling floods Luke's veins. His fingers falter and he loses his breath all over again, but this time he doesn't look away from Reggie.
This time, before Reggie can even start to wonder if he's done something wrong, Luke lets go of his guitar and grabs a hold of the front of Reggie's shirt. He hardly realizes what he's doing until it's too late and their mouths are meeting in a desperate, messy kiss.
Reggie makes a soft moan of surprise against Luke's mouth but doesn't pull away. When Luke's brain catches up to the rest of his body, his first instinct is to stop kissing Reggie but he ignores that immediately. Luke tilts his head and kisses Reggie a little harder, curls his fingers a little tighter in his shirt and wishes that their guitars weren't between them.
When the kiss breaks a little while later, both of them gasping for breath, Luke refuses to let go. He presses his forehead against Reggie's and huffs out a laugh.
"Maybe this wasn't a good idea," he says softly.
Reggie goes still. "What?"
"I mean--" Luke licks his lips. "Not kissing you. I didn't mean that."
"Luke…"
"No, I… I meant…" Luke groans a little and wraps his other hand around the back of Reggie's neck as he brings their lips back together in a shorter kiss.
Reggie's trembling when Luke pulls away a second time, but at least now he doesn't look to be on the verge of tears.
"I meant," Luke whispers, "I'm never gonna get through this part without wanting to do that."
Reggie's jaw drops as a dark blush fills his cheeks, and Luke can't help but smirk.
"You… umm…" Reggie clears his throat. "You can… i-if you want, you can--"
Luke kisses him again, chuckling into Reggie's mouth as he sighs with relief and kisses him back. They can figure out something else to get the crowd going. Luke wants to keep this - and Reggie - all to himself.
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lvkereggie · 8 months
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peterpatter will always have me kicking my feet in the air and giggling like they’re so cute i can’t😢
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tree-chime · 8 days
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look at these lyrics and tell me this isnt reginald peters pining his silly bisexual ass off for luke motherfucking patterson
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thats gay asf pining PLEASE reggie is so crying to this song
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