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daintyduck99 · 1 month
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Why am I *blushing*? Rulie
Julie taps her pen against the page, testing the meter of her latest line.
Something feels off. 
And it's not the meter. There's just…
It's something with the lyrics, maybe. 
She had hoped that sitting out on the porch would do her some good. Luke had insisted on dragging them into the woods for a writing retreat, after all. Julie might as well make the most of it.
The breeze is nice, but it isn't really jogging anything. She closes her eyes. 
It's not until she hears the solid thwack of an ax that her eyes fly open. 
There, out in the yard, is Reggie, carefully placing logs and cleaving them open like he does it every day. 
He's rolled his flannel sleeves up to elbows, exposing his forearms, and the rhythmic flex of muscle moving under pale skin is strangely mesmerizing. 
There's something mesmerizing about the way he bites his lip, too, the intense concentration that he also pours into playing. She'd thought she was used to it, that she was immune to it, and yet…
What would it be like, to have all of that concentration to herself? 
“Julie?”
The concern in Reggie’s voice cuts through her creeping thoughts like a knife. She jolts, quickly averting her eyes, and snaps her songbook shut. 
“Sorry I spaced, I…I think I've been sitting in the sun for too long. I'm just…I'm gonna go grab some water.” 
She makes her hasty retreat then, beelining not for the kitchen but the bathroom, which is blessedly empty. 
Her reflection blushes back at her. 
“God,” she murmurs, splashing her face. “Why am I blushing?” 
Her lyrics flash through her mind. 
I only see you when I'm dreaming / You always hide behind the sun 
That's why she was stuck. It was her muse that was unclear, so she didn't know where else to go. But now… 
Lots of little things make sense, in hindsight. He did creep up on her. 
Until he split right through her conscience. 
A knock at the door leaves her staring at herself again, still blushing and wide-eyed. Of course it's him again. 
“Julie? Are you sure you're alright?” 
She takes a deep breath, bracing herself, and reaches for the doorknob.
She needs to embrace her new reality sooner or later, after all, and she thinks that hammering that song out will help.
Besides…it's Reggie. He's too good to let something like this come between them or the band. He cares too much. 
Maybe not in the way she does, but it's something. 
Julie opens the door with a smile. 
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jmrothwell · 6 months
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"I can't wait." / rulie
“Now, Mija, are you sure you are going to be ok?”
Julie tries to not look too guilty as her Dad finishes loading his and Carlos’s bags into the car. The two of them off to a weekend baseball showcase that Carlos was invited to. 
“Sorry, I have this history paper due next week and it’s worth, like 40% of my grade.” She says, pinching her arm behind her back to keep from biting her lip. Purposefully leaving out she had actually finished that paper last weekend. 
“Oh, right.” Her Dad says with a sigh, thankfully not noticing the knowing look Carlos is shooting her way. “Well, I’ll be sure to call you as soon as we get checked into the hotel to check on you and give you a good contact number if you need to get a hold of me.”
“Sounds like a plan.” She says, trying to get him on the road before he can possibly start thinking about calling her Aunt again. Any other weekend Julie wouldn’t have minded but she’d already come up with plans of her own and her Aunt would only complicate things. 
Thankfully, Carlos’ impatience is her saving grace, pulling their Dad to the car with comments about only so much daylight. Julie waves them off from the porch, waiting til the very last moment she can see the car before running back inside. 
She practically sprints to the phone, quickly dialing. The handful of rings it takes for anyone to answer gives her very little time to catch her breath. 
“Peters residence.”
“Reggie, hi!” 
“Julie!” She can practically feel his sunshine bright smile through the speaker. Always managing to calm the anxieties of her heart. “What’s up?”
She giggles into the handset, suddenly second guessing herself. What if he’s already got plans?
“Julie?”
She swallows, trying to stave off the dryness taking over her mouth and steels herself before unceremoniously blurting. “I was wondering if you wanted to come over?”
“Sure, I’d love to.” He quickly says before groaning, “Oh wait, I’ve got band practice with the guys in like 20 minutes.”
“Well, maybe you can come after?” She says fingers tangling into the phone cord. 
“I don’t know, Luke’s been in one of his moods lately so practice might run a bit long. Would your Dad be okay with me potentially stopping by that late?”
She barely manages to bite back her laugh at his concern. Like he hasn’t randomly stopped by her house late at night before, climbing in through her back window to spend time with her. This is however the perfect segue to bring up her plan with him. “Actually, my Dad and Carlos both just left for the weekend. So it’s just me.”
“Oh.” He says and she holds her breath for the beat before he seems to register the full implications of everything she’s said thus far. “Oh, really?”
“Yes, I was actually kind of hoping you might want to stay over for the night?”
“Oh god, yes.” He’s quick to say, and she’s giggling with a whole new set of nerves now. “I promise, as soon as practice is done, I will head straight over.”
“I can’t wait.” She breathes out before he has to end the call in order to get to practice on time. 
Either Luke was in a better mood than expected or Reggie had managed to convince them to keep practice shorter because it’s barely been a couple hours before he’s showing up at her doorstep. Smile bright across his face and a handful of fresh daisies they nearly forget to put in water.
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bananakarenina · 18 days
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Unrequited love prompts: “I keep telling my heart not to want you, but it’s not that easy.” for Rulie
uh so this prompt has been sitting in my inbox for years at this point
i had some dialogue written around the prompt line and literally nothing else; the world would just not crystallize around the dialogue
and one day i was talking with @breakaway71 after helping her out with something and i was like WAIT. WAIT I KNOW EXACTLY WHO CAN FLESH OUT THIS DIALOGUE
and i was RIGHT
it is canon-adjacent, slightly-angsty rulie goodness, with bonus ray & carlos. let me stress to you that i contributed the initial dialogue, some spacing/formatting edits, and a few new lines at the end, and that is IT. she did the heavy lifting but i think the end result is a beautiful blend of our styles!
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merihn · 2 years
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For the first kiss prompts, "I'm not sure how to..." "Just follow my lead." and Rulie?
Their breathing is loud in the small room. 
It's dark, the air still reverberating with the slammed door, and the musty smell of abandoned objects.
Julie reaches up and flails her hand until she finds the old fashioned chain and with a click a faded golden glow washes over them.
It's dim, the bulb as dusty as the rest of the room. 
She shuffles awkwardly, trying not to kick anything in the limited clear area. She doesn't want to look up, her heart in her throat. Is it just her imagination or is her heart beating loud enough to fill the silence? Her breath sounds ragged even to her own ears.
But there's only so long she can avoid acknowledging the situation. It's ridiculous. It's just a game.
She swallows, and her throat clicks.
"So…" she begins, ready to crack a joke. It's just Reggie, for goodness' sake. Her fingers shake, so she stuffs them in the front pockets of her jeans, where they're squeezed by the fitted fabric.
She finally looks up and freezes. His bright eyes are wide, jaw tight enough to snap. The tendons in his neck stand out, taut.
"Reg? Are you okay?"
He swallows, and she watches his Adam's apple bob. His lips are pale. Pressed thin.
She reaches out, drops her hand when he flinches.
"Is it—are you—" she closes her eyes for a moment and breathes. His tension fills the air like gas, creeping into her mouth and nose, filling her lungs. "Is it the small space?"
He shakes his head, a tight jerk that dislodges a curl of hair to lay carelessly across his forehead.
She feels like a stranger, like she doesn't know this person standing in front of her, his fists balled tight. Her mind is oddly blank, as if their history doesn't exist; she doesn't know how to fix this.
Reggie looks away, and the dim light falls on his hair, coloring strands bronze and gold, deepening the shadows beneath. It drips down his forehead, the slope of his nose, coasts over the arch of his cheekbone. Pools in the dip of his clavicle.
"I'm not sure how to..." 
Oh.
She wants to tell him that they don't have to do anything. It's just them. It's just a stupid game. Her voice doesn't make it past her throat.
She wants to be the one to reassure him.
But it's not as if she has that much experience. Bad, fumbling kisses with people who are just as nervous as she is, or too enthusiastic. 
"Just follow my lead." 
Her voice, when it comes, is so much more confident than she feels. But she can do this. She can do this right.
She steps towards him, slow. He tenses again—more—his shoulders a fraction higher than a moment ago, his jaw almost creaking under the pressure. 
She reaches out, again, but doesn't let his aborted retreat stop her. Slides a gentle hand from his shoulder to his wrist; a pause to feel his pulse fluttering hummingbird-fast against her fingertips. Works her fingers between his until they ease, just a little.
His grip is so tight her fingers begin to lose feeling.
She steps closer anyway, lets the fingers of her free hand dance along the line of his jaw until he releases a breath.
"Let me," she murmurs, just for them. His eyes meet hers, and they're still so wide, painfully bright, painfully green in the low light. Illuminated from within.
She doesn't give him time to answer; doesn't give herself time to second guess her actions. She slips her fingers onto the soft skin beneath his ear, jutting bone nestled perfectly in her palm, and brings their mouths together.
It's nothing, at first. A bare press of their lips. It's so quiet that the rasp of his chapped lips against hers is perfectly audible. He doesn't move, barely breathes.
Her fingers curl slightly, drag against that hidden tract of unseen skin under his earlobe, and his breath rushes out of him in a huff, warm and sweet against her lips.
She's pulling him closer before her brain can catch up. His fingers free hers, allowing her to wrap her arm around him, her suddenly tingling fingers fitting perfectly in the dip of his lower back.
She shivers when his hands hesitantly cup her hips, more heat than pressure.
As if it's the hundredth time they've done this, rather than the first, they tilt their heads, their mouths meeting perfectly.
It's so utterly outside of her previous experiences that she nearly pulls away, a question worrying at the back of her mind. Was he really…?
Then he presses forward just a little too fast, a little too hard, his fingers too tight on her hips. Their lips mash together between their teeth, his nose flattened uncomfortably against hers and it melts away.
She tilts his head to a better position with the slightest pressure to the base of his skull, and takes his plump lower lip between hers. She can taste the chemical sweetness of the soda he'd been mainlining all night.
He holds himself still, mouth soft; lets her kiss him gently, sweetly. His only action is the slightest clench and release of his fingers on her hips, the involuntary rise and fall of his chest adding another quiet sound to the silence of the room as their clothes rub together with the small movement.
She should keep it this soft, this slow, but she's seized by an unavoidable need. Her fingers tangle in his hair, holding him tight, her mouth coaxing his to open. Their tongues meet in a shiver of delight that reverberates between them.
She loses herself in Reggie's mouth, in the tentative way his lips move, his tongue shyly curling around hers.
A sudden pounding startles them apart, and Reggie kicks something that rolls with a metallic clang. His chest is heaving, slick red lips parted with his panting breaths.
"Times up!"
They stare at each other, and Julie's mind whirrs uselessly, unable to formulate words.
"Are you decent?" another voice asks slyly. Several voices giggle and whisper.
Reggie clearly his throat, runs his hands down his chest and stomach, tugs at his shirt. He strides to the door and flings it open.
"Yes, yes, very funny," he says, shoving his hair back from his face. The air from the larger room outside seems too cold on Julie's skin, and she wraps her arms around herself, fingers pinching at the sensitive skin of her upper arms.
She wants to shut the door behind him, turn off the light, sit in the dark until she feels normal again.
Reggie doesn't look back.
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supercap2319 · 3 months
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"I think we should set some ground rules. First of all: this is my studio. Which means you three will show it and myself some respect. Secondly: no more of this ghosting stuff that you guys do." Y/N said.
"Ghosting stuff?" Reggie raised an eyebrow.
"You guys take my stuff, and pop-up in embarrassing situations."
"Oh, really? Name one time that's happened." Alex said.
"Oh, how bout when you ate all my cereal, Alex? How does that even work? How do ghosts even eat? Then there's Reggie, who steals the plushies from my bedroom, and drools all over them when he sleeps."
"I don't drool." Reggie said.
"You also snore." Luke adds.
"And you, Luke. You pop-up when I'm taking a shower. Or changing. Or masturbating and it's really embarrassing to do those things with a ghostly audience."
"Dude, you watch him jerk off?" Alex asked.
"Not cool, dude." Reggie said.
Luke blushed.
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fortheloveofowen · 1 year
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I'd Do Anything - Luke Patterson
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Summary: Luke Patterson could finally touch the world around him without it slipping through his grasp. With his new-found ability, Luke can finally tell her how he feels. But, when a sticky situation ends up giving him the perfect opportunity, will Luke be able to get the girl?
Warnings: Underage drinking, PINING, slight angst, physical fighting, fluffy ending
Note: For the story purposes, reader could see Luke before
Hello, hello! First post on this blog! I plan on giving a little introduction to me in a separate post! But, welcome to the jungle!
𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪
Luke's eyes had trailed around the party for 20 minutes, having lost sight of you when you escaped to the kitchen to get a drink. You had walked in together, his arm slung loosely around your shoulder as you strolled over to your friends.
30 minutes, now.
Luke decided he needed to look for you. He strode quickly around the teenage girls dancing on the makeshift dance floor and down the hallway to the kitchen. As soon as he caught glimpse of you his breath hitched. There you were, drink in hand, obviously uncomfortable. The football player had to be easily 6 feet tall.
"What do you say we head out of here? It's boring, right?" The tall boy slurred at you as he leaned over your much shorter stature.
"Sorry... I uh..." You looked around nervously, "I came with my friends... and they're probably looking for me," your uneasiness was obvious to Luke as he stormed his way over.
Now, Luke was never a fighter. Not before he died, and definitely not after. But, when it came to the one girl he needed to protect at all costs, he didn't care. After Caleb's curse had dissipated, Luke ,along with Reggie and Alex, were a little closer to normalcy. They could touch, feel things. Feel a little more alive. And Luke didn't think one of the first things he'd do, now that he could touch things, was punch a jock square in the face.
The initial blow was like a firecracker erupting inside of Luke. Dan (as Luke did lots of yearbook stalking to find his name) was quick to grab his own bruised cheek. Your eyes were gaping as you took in the scene in front of you: Luke angry, and heaving as Dan takes a step toward him. What could you do?
"L-Luke, please stop" You begged, tears threatening to escape as you choked them back.
At this point, the rest of the band had made their way into the kitchen where a large crowd was staring at the two fighting boys. A quick-thinking Alex had managed to peel Luke off of the bleeding teenager as Julie ran over to you.
"C'mon y/n, we gotta go before cops bust this place!" Julie shouted over the commotion as she grabbed you wrist and dragged you outside.
Reggie was quick to follow, not forgetting to grab a drink for the road. Flynn, only recently getting her license, decided to lay back in case they need a designated driver for the night. And, oh boy, did they. Her headlights shone on them as they made their way over to her car, each one of them squeezing in beside each other. Your eyes scanned over the cuts and bruises littered over your best friends knuckles. You weren't afraid of him. But, seeing so much anger in his eyes was new to you. Luke was soft, to put it lightly.
The ride home had been silent, other than Julie recapping the night for Flynn. Originally, you had planned to stay with Julie for the night, but after reliving the night through Julie's words, you decided it was best to just go home. Everyone had said quiet goodbyes to you and letting you know that they were there if you wanted to talk about the events of the night.
Your bed welcomed you with open arms after the long, hot shower you had just taken. A tap on the window had moved you attention away from the re-run that had been playing on your TV. You looked up to see Luke's eye peering through the gap in your curtains. With a sigh, you threw your blankets off your legs and made your way over to the window, careful not to be too loud. You opened it slightly.
"Luke what're you doing here I told-" Your argument was cut-off by him making his way past you and onto your bed.
He had stayed there many nights, glancing over at you from the opposite side of the bed. Of course, when he couldn't touch anything, things seemed simpler. He knew things would never work out between the two of you if you could never touch. So, he had pushed those feelings aside. But, tonight at the party, all he had wanted to do was put his arms around your waist and drunkenly dance.
Your eyes fell onto the blood still speckled across his hands. You audibly sighed and went to the bathroom, grabbing some peroxide and bandaids. If there was one person you'd drop anything for, it'd be Luke.
He winced as the cold liquid came in contact with the open cuts littering his knuckles. You hadn't spoken since he had come into your bedroom unannounced, and this silence was most definitely awkward. You made your way up to the one small wound that cracked his once soft lip, using a cotton ball to wipe off the remaining blood. Luke's eyes darted between yours and your lips, wondering if he should take the chance while he still has it. But, he decided to go with his better judgement on this one.
"Y/n," Luke finally broke the silence, "could I stay here tonight? The boys are all over me with questions and I just need to be away from it and your room is so comfortable and-"
"Luke, you're always welcome to stay, you know that," you paused for a moment, "and, thank you for tonight. I forgot to thank you earlier," you spoke while smiling at him and applying the final bandaid.
The movie you had put on was only background noise as the two of you lay silent in your bed. Your body turned away from Luke as you hugged yourself into your blanket, once again recounting every step from the night. You began to let out barely audible sobs, finally letting them fall after hours. Luke had been staring at the back of your head for what seemed like hours, in a daze of his own. But, that daze was quickly broken as he scooted closer to you and leaned over your shoulder.
"Hey, hey, hey, are you okay?" he asked, turning you to face him, concerned riddling his face.
You were fast to cover your face, attempting to suppress the sobs coming out of your mouth. Luke hated to see you in pain, and even more when he was part of the cause.
"Don't cover your face... you're too pretty to cover your face, come here," Luke sighed out, pulling you to his chest and running his fingers through your hair. You had noticed the calluses on his fingers slightly snagging at your hair, but you didn't mind.
If you hadn't been so upset in the moment, Luke would've noticed how his mind began racing and he finally felt whole. He wanted this. Forever. You and him, cuddled up in bed, his hands stroking your hair as you lay awake. And as much as he wanted to focus on that, you needed him more than he needed you right now. He let you cry. Staining his shirt with the remnants of the makeup you haphazardly washed off in the shower.
"Luke, why? Why did you protect me? You wouldn't have gotten hurt if it wasn't for me!" You manage to push out as you pull your head away from his chest to look up at him.
His usually smug and confident smirk was replaced with a nervous smile as he let out a little chuckle.
"I don't think this is funny, Luke!" You huffed out and rolled over again.
"It's not funny, it's just," he paused pulling you back around to face, "are you seriously that oblivious? I thought I've been pretty bold these past few days." You stared at him, confusion plastered on your tear stained face.
"Oh, you really don't know..." his jaw moved slightly before he bit his lip to think, "Look, I have lived every waking second since I somehow ended up in Julie's studio thinking about you. About the next time I'd get to see you, next time you'd come to band practice. I don't know when it started, but I really," you cut Luke off.
"Luke, if this is a pity love confession then you really don't have to. I'm seriously okay," you let out, your heart beginning to race.
"If you'd just let me finish. I had like a whole speech written out," Luke giggled and scratched the back of his neck.
"Anyways... I don't know when I started feeling that way about you, but I know it's real and it hurts like hell. God, not being able to even touch you for months was hell. It was all hell. But, I still wanted it. When Caleb cursed us I promised myself I wouldn't do it anymore. But, I couldn't help it. And," he looked down at you, searching for any reaction in your eyes.
"And?" You questioned, getting anxious by all of his stalling.
"And, I'm pretty sure I don't really know what love is, but if I had to guess, then this is it, right? You asked why I protected you, and I protected you because I love you. And I know this life might not be what you want, but I'd do anything just to have you by my side," Luke continued rambling, spilling his heart out to you, scared you didn't feel the same way.
"Luke, Luke, hey Luke," his mouth closed as you shushed him," Just kiss me you dork."
And he did.
𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪
Thank you so much for reading my first little story! I just love soft Luke omg.
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lomlspidey · 10 months
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༊*·˚ sleepover | reggie peters (jatp)
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★ summary → reggie had a bad day at home and you comfort him with his favourite movie. 
★ warnings → FLUFF for reggie but little sad bc of his situation 🫶 reggie deserve the world & some mentions of toxic household/fighting. 
★ hana’s notes → this is just a repost from my wp account :) i hope yall like this mwah mwah <3
MAIN MASTERLIST
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
Take On Me by A-Ha was playing on the radio as you bopped your head back and forth, mumbling the lyrics under your breath. A magazine in your hand, and a pen in the other. You were drawing moustaches at the people that were featured on the papers.
The calm atmosphere was disturbed by a sudden knock on your door. "Who is it?" you answered not moving from your spot on your bed. 
The door creaked open but you were still concentrating on the magazine you didn't turn to look at the door. 
Suddenly, the bed dipped down as a body cuddled up with yours. The frame you knew very well enveloped you as his scent hit your nose, the few dark hairs peeking your vision. 
Your hear fluttered at the sight but it immediately fell when you were met with your boyfriend's sad eyes. 
"Aw bub what's wrong?" you cooed, letting your hand travel up to his hair as you softly ran your fingers through it.
He instantly dug his head on your chest, his hands squeezed your waist as you massage his scalp. 
Another few moments of silence, you softly asked, "Parents?" a frown made its way to your lips.
He softly nodded and got off your chest, turning to his side so that he could pull you in closer. 
"You smell really good." he muttered as you let your legs tangle together and nuzzled his face into your neck.
You let out a small chuckle and wrapped your arms around his neck. "You okay?" 
"Better now." he replied, his face peeking out and stared at you lovingly. 
A grin made its way onto your lips and gave him a little peck. He hummed flipping you so you're on top of him. 
You giggled when he ran his hand on your sides. "How about we have a sleepover?" you asked as you pulled away from the kiss.
"Really?" he beamed. He loves spending time with you, you are sometimes the only person that can make his bad day into a great one. 
"Yeah of course! We can have pizza, and watch Star Wars, we can cuddle, some popcorn also sounds nice.” you started to ramble your plan, not realising that he was staring at you not saying a thing. "Whats with the look?” you laughed.
"Have I mentioned that I am so deeply in love with you?" he said as he sits up, you now on his lap. 
Your heart melts at his words as you kiss him again, "I’m deeply in love with you too." you pecked his lips one last time before getting up. 
"Now sleepover time!" 
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Popcorns were popping, pillows were fluffed, pizza has arrived, and last but not least, the movie has been picked.
This was your normal saturday sleepover, Reggie usually sleeps over at your house because sometimes the sound of his parents fighting was too much and you were more than happy to give your boyfriend comfort. Your parents adores Reggie, and didn't mind him sleeping over, they too know about his parent's banter. 
Ding!
The sound of the microwave brought you back from your daze as you took it out and went to your bedroom. You opened your bedroom door and saw Reggie engulfed in layers and layers of blankets with Star Wars : Return Of The Jedi playing.
"You look comfy," you laughed, making your way to the bed. 
"Babe! Babe! Hurry!" he exclaimed, excitedly.
Seeing him so happy has made you wonder why out of all the people, Reggie has to deal with shit. He's the kindest, sweetest and most caring person you have ever met. He deserves all the happiness the world can give him. 
Reggie must've felt a gaze on him because he turned his head around and saw your focus was all on him and not the movie. "What you looking at?" he cheekily asked. 
You didn't even bother being caught staring as you quickly answered "You.”
"May I ask why?" 
"Just thinking about how strong you are and that I am the luckiest person in the universe to even meet you." you shamelessly spewed out, heart beating out of your chest.
Reggie's heart skipped a beat, no one has ever thought that highly of him and to think you out of all people are feeling lucky to have met him, hell, he's so grateful he met you. 
"I love you" he beamed, kissing you. 
"And I love you... and our sleepovers." you chuckled feeling so utterly happy at the moment. 
And that's enough. 
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lvkereggie · 10 months
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sometimes i’m thankful we never got alex and reggie’s full backstories only because i know the edits would be even more painful then they are now.
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juneberrie · 11 months
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BABE FOR THE WEEKEND reggie peters
author's note giggle giggle i loooove reggie peters
word count 0.4k
warnings fem!reader, fake dating, this is set in the 90s giggle giggle
ᥫ᭡ little romantic gestures ; trying to cook their favorite dish + pulling them in the warmest hugs
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"reggie is something burning?" you ask. dropping your bag on the couch, you made your way into the shared tiny kitchen in the apartment that you, reggie, alex, and luke shared. seeing that the only pair of shoes on the living room carpet were reggie's, you assumed luke and alex were at work.
"no!! everything's fine," he yells.
"see, when you say 'everything's fine' its not reassuring." reggie stands in the middle of the kitchen holding a smoking pot, a panicked expression on his face.
"heyyyy." he drags out the word. "how are youuuuu?" he quickly tosses the contents of the pot into the sink. immediately making your way over to the sink, you peer in.
reggie picks you up by the waist and lifts you up into the air and away from the sink.
"how the hell do you burn spaghetti?" you laugh. reggie puts you down and smiles awkwardly.
"i was trying to make your favorite," he offers, pointing to the canned sauce on the scratched counter.
"why?" you ask. reggie cannot cook for the life of him. alex literally put up a sign (a sticky note on the fridge) saying he wasn't allowed to do anything more than microwave leftovers.
"i... have a favor to ask you," he starts. you groan and roll your eyes.
"this can't be good."
"no, no i swear it's not as bad as you think. its like super simple, please," he says.
"can't you ask luke or alex?" you say, going to the dishwasher to grab a (probably) clean glass. you fill it u with water as reggie follows you around the small space like a puppy dog.
"no. it has to be you," he deadpans. you turn and lift the now-full glass to your lips, gesturing for him to get on with it. "ineedyoutopretendtobemygirlfriendfortheweekendprettyprettyplease," he blurts out, face turning scarlet.
"hold on. say that all again, slowly." you finish off your glass and put it into the sink, next to the blackened spaghetti strands.
"i need you to.. pretend. to, uh, be my girlfriend?" upon seeing your expression, reggie adds, "just for the weekend! please! bobby's been on my ass about not having one and i really just wanna wipe that smirk off his fake-vegetarian fa—"
you cut him off. "sure."
"sure?" his face splits into the widest grin. he grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you into the warmest hug you've ever received, even surpassing the one alex gave you when he had the flu and a fever higher than everest. "you're seriously the best, y/n."
"hey, hey! only for the weekend!" you laugh into his worn flannel as he lifts you off your feet and spins you around.
"i love you! you're amazing," he says, putting you down and running out of the room, the biggest smile on his adorable face.
you look down at the burnt spaghetti in the sink. "i love you too, reg," you murmur.
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angelwiththeblue-box · 7 months
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we will fight to shine together, bright forever
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happy three years to one of my favorite comfort shows ever <3
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taglist: @joshkiszkashusband @thedrowningpoetofdionysus @thedragonemperess @depressedtransguy @someguyiguess @genuine-possum @dramabeansoup @blueskiesandstarrynights (lemme know if you want to be added or removed)
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daintyduck99 · 5 months
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When they wrap their hand around your waist protectively because it's just an instinct by now + rulie 👀👀
Julie regrets not following Flynn. 
She looks around with forced calm, weaving through the people on the dance floor, and pretends to admire the neon lights that frame the bar as she gets near.
People always joke about why women flock to the bathroom in groups…this. 
The creep closing in on her is fucking why.
But the music they've been playing is so good, and she hadn't wanted to miss a second. Plus, Alex and Willie had been right behind her…until they simply weren't. 
She spots Reggie at the end of the bar and makes a beeline for him. He's playing on his phone and doesn't see her, so…
She calls out, "Baby! There you are!" 
It isn't the first time she's had to do this, but he still flushes a little when he turns to her, letting his phone clatter onto the bar. 
He grins and gets up, gently tugging her into a hug by wrapping his arms around her waist. That's nothing new, either…
Literally in any way at all…
But her giggle is a little too genuine. 
She can tell when he's clocked the creep; his jaw ticks. His grin never falters, though.
He lets his voice carry a little louder than necessary over the din of the bar. 
"Hey, sweetheart. Are you having fun?" 
And if they're upping the ante…
"I was…" She pouts, tangling her fingers in his necklace and biting down on a smile as his eyes get a little wide. "But I miss you." 
He huffs a laugh as she keeps playing with his necklace. "I'm right here, Jules." 
One of his hands comes up to brush her curls out of her face, lingering on the slope of her jaw, and she can't help it. Something about the rasp of his skin on hers and the use of a real nickname…
Her fingers falter. She shivers. 
That makes him smirk, just for a second.
Then he presses his lips to her forehead with such slow tenderness that it knocks her sideways. Julie's eyes flutter shut. 
"But for the record," he says, for her and her alone, "I missed you, too." 
She swallows, then silently concedes. 
"Is…is he gone?" 
Reggie hums. "Yeah. Yeah, I think so." 
Their embrace slowly unravels, but she sticks by him for the rest of the evening, and he's always casually touching her. Partially because it's normal for them, but she knows it's also out of understanding.
He knows that she finds it reassuring. 
That thoughtfulness has never made her swoon, before, but she's still sideways. Everything he does makes her swoon. 
Flynn notices; she sends Julie several side-eyes. Literally and in text form. 
No one else seems to sense the shift, and Julie isn't really sure if that's lucky or not. 
As Reggie plays with her fingers on the table, engrossed in conversation as he is, and she suppresses another shiver…
She's starting to lean towards not. 
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jmrothwell · 8 months
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"I shred on the banjo."
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"Then I'll learn how to fiddle!"
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bananakarenina · 7 months
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Y'ALL. @jmrothwell made this moodboard inspired by leave the light on and I'm. I'm just! Look at it 😭😭😭😭
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kodiakwhiskey · 1 year
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We're Not Friends
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Pairing: Alive!Luke Patterson x Fem!Peters!Reader
Friends don't look at each other the way I look at you
CW: implied smut, food descriptions, jealous Julie, College apps, music, movie mention (deep impact and dante's peak)
Dividers from @firefly-graphics
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Luke looked at the feast she had put together for their movie night.
Popcorn, candy, loaded nachos, samosas, pizza, there was a pack of soda under the coffee table. He was just waiting for her to come downstairs. 
They got lucky their parents didn't care about these sleepovers. Luke's parents loved you, and your parents loved Luke. It helps that you grew up next to him and was his best friend’s sister. It was a tradition since they were kids where they'd pull a random movie out of the movie hat, though over the years it's changed into Genres so she could keep the boys over longer. Eventually when they'd met Julie and Flynn the girls would come over too, but tonight, it had just been the two of them. Not that either of them minded. They were best friends for a reason.
"Okay so tonight's roster is…." She dug around in the old top hat, pulling out a slip of paper. "Disaster movies!" She put the hat under the coffee table, and walked over to the DVD rack. "We have twister, twister two. Dante's peak, the day after tomorrow, 2012, Armageddon, the core, and deep impact."
"I don't think we've seen Dante's Peak or Deep impact." 
She slipped one of the DVDs into the player, sitting down on the couch, pulling her blanket on her, scooching just a smidgen closer to Luke. The two of them were quietly watching, passing snacks back and for, occasionally making jokes about something happening in the movie
It's coffee time! Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee! Cappuccino, java, YES!
He heard her giggle knowing her obsession with coffee already.
At some point she ended up curled into his side, his arm around her. Neither of them had second thoughts about it, the feeling being natural.
As the credits started rolling Luke looked down to see her sleeping lightly. His face flushed but he dared not move. Her long hair had been pulled until a messy top knot, and now a few of her white streaks hung in her face, a tiny bit of drool in the corner of her mouth. They had eaten a fair amount of the food, the samosas being the first to go as they were her favorite. 
He heard the basement door open and Reggie came downstairs. 
"Did sis fall asleep again?" Luke just nodded and Reggie stood in front of them, hoisting her over his shoulder. Luke started cleaning up the basement as Reggie took her to her bedroom.
Alex came down shortly after, followed by Flynn and Julie.
“Looks like we missed the party.”
“She fell asleep, but I’m sure Reg wouldn’t mind if we stayed and watched another movie. Flynn was already plopping on the couch as the next dvd started, her favorite move starting.
“What even is this?”
“Deep Impact! It’s her favorite movie and we pulled the disaster genre today.” Luke smiled to himself as he picked the cases up. She had been obsessed with it ever since she saw it, always watching Storm Chasers. She had wanted to be a meteorologist when they were little, but it’s been a while since they had that kind of talk. He noticed the room go quiet and looked up from the dvd case to see the four of them, Reggie having made it back down, staring at him.
“What?!”
“Dude, just ask her out already.” Luke sputtered a bit at Alex’s blunt statement. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. She’s my best friend.”
“You have my blessing if that's what you need bro.” Reggie made his way over to the couch. “She totally likes you too in case it wasn’t obvious.” Julie paid them no mind and scrolled through her phone. It was the truth, but it still hurt. She could tell when they’d all first met, but regardless she caught feelings.
While everyone found spots around the basement, Julie and Flynn taking the guest room, Reggie went upstairs to his room.
Luke couldn't sleep. No matter how hard he tried, how many sheep he counted. He kept thinking about her.  Maybe it was those thoughts that compelled him to sneak his way upstairs to her room. 
He knocked quietly before slipping in through the door,  his feet finding its way through the dark to her, the layout of her room memorized.  He slips in under the covers facing her. When her eyes open slightly he puts his hand on her cheek. "It's just me, Elm." She smiles at his voice, nuzzling into his palm slightly and moving closer to him. Luke lets out a soft chuckle, gladly pulling her into him and smelling her pomegranate shampoo. He wanted to believe she stuck with it because he liked the smell, but he knew deep down it was only because it smelled like her. 
"Skyguy?" He tilted his head down at her. "Can you take me flying again tonight?"
"Whatever you want, Elm." She settles back into him, falling again into her deep slumber.
Luke still had problems falling asleep, but when he focused on her breathing he found himself pulled quickly to sleep.
When they first met, it had been nothing but talks of star wars. She turned towards him with those big green eyes, they were 8 that year, and very simply said "You're going to take me flying someday." 
He made it a vow then.
'Cause sometimes I look in her eyes
And that's where I find a glimpse of us
And I try to fall for her touch
He has this dream often. The two of them racing towards the edge of the world. Jumping off the ledge and soaring through the skys
But I'm thinking of the way it was
Said I'm fine and said I moved on
Her standing front row of his front row show
I'm only here passing time in her arms
Hoping I'll find
A glimpse of us
His home, her family, Alex, they were all his home
Luke awoke in the morning grabbing one of her notebooks from her night stand, and scribbling away some lyrics. Something to save for later so he doesn't forget. 
He peeked over at her, still asleep, her white strands hanging in her face. He thought back to the nickname, refusing to see him as the Skywalker he'd been named after "You're way too dramatic to be Luke. Your dad should have named you Anakin."
He smiled and tucked around her again.
She had woken up to find Luke still wrapped around her, their legs and arms a tangled mess. She should just tell him. Ask him to stay like this with her, just the two of them. But instead she carefully untangled herself and padded downstairs. Their parents left a note, officially designating their much needed vacation. The Peters siblings had the house for the next 4 days. She smiled softly and heard Reggie pad down the stairs, immediately pulling out breakfast. 
"Do you think pancakes or French toast?" He pondered his option when you put the bread back in the fridge. 
"French toast calls for the special bread from Madame Alexandra's. Do pancakes today." She smiled and walked outside into the back, unlocking the shed their dad let her and Reggie use for a music room. 
Alex, Julie, and Flynn awoke to the smell of breakfast, the three of them migrating upstairs where Reggie had almost finished.
“Welcome! Julie and Flynn this is your first annual Vacation weekend at the Peters House!” He was putting massive plates of food on the table, and Alex started grabbing drinks from the fridge. “Typically the guys stay over all weekend, but it’s totally optional, my parents are out of town until Tuesday for their yearly ‘Alone Time’.” 
Luke rolled out of her bed, his face hitting the floor. Groaning, he sat up, giving himself a minute to wake up. He peeked over, saw your side of the bed empty and peeked out of your window, noticing the door to the music shed open. He walked down to the kitchen, everyone else already getting seated at the table. “Hey Luke, can you go get Y/N? I think she was practicing out back.”
“Already on it. Save me one of those weird bubbly juices your mom gets?” Reggie threw a cheesy grin and grabbed their normal breakfast drinks.
“I’m sorry, bubbly juice?” Flynn was curiously eyeing the can put down in front of her. “Why have I never seen this before?”
“My mom has Champagne taste on a beer budget is what my dad always says.” Reggie sits down at the end of the table his dad usually sits, scrolling through his phone. “It’s just carbonated juice though. My mom buys in bulk.”
“Hey, speaking of which, we should go get food for the weekend.” Alex pulled out a pen and notepad from one of the drawers. “Can we take your sister's car?”
Reggie feigned offense at this comment, scoffing at his suggestion.
“Yeah we can take my car, but I have to drop my audition tape off while we’re out.” She sat down in her normal spot at the end of the table after setting the case down on the counter, Luke sitting next to her.
“Audition tape?” Julie didn’t realize she was in music, but she also went to a different school than the rest of them. There was a lot she realized she didn’t know about her.  
“Yeah um… Itsmyjulliardapplication.” she flushed and hid behind her hair, mumbling to herself before grabbing food from the table. Luke smiled at her, his heart fluttering. 
After breakfast the 6 of them piled into her blue SUV, Alex confirming everything on the way to Wholesale Sam’s.
She dropped the four of them off, and the two of them went to the post office down the street.
“Are you excited”
“A bit. I’m also a bit nervous and a bit scared and worried and…” She trailed off when Luke put his hand over hers. “It’s a lot to take in… I doubt I’ll make it in, I don’t go to a music prestigious high school like you guys.”
“Okay true, but you’re amazing. I’ve never met anyone who would beatbox and play an instrument, let alone write the way you do.” She smiled slightly at his words, a pink heat dusting her cheeks. He held her hand the whole time as she dropped off the parcel, and the entire way back to the store. 
“Luke?” He turned towards her as they parked, his bright eyes gleaming.
“Thank you. I’m really glad to have you as a friend.” The words stung both of them, but he smiled, and just walked with her into the store, meeting up with the rest of their friends.
It was really like any wholesale store, and soon they found themselves heading towards the back of the store where the freezer section was, forgetting that Luke was holding her hand.
Reggie nudged Alex when they approached, but no one said anything out of the ordinary. It wasn’t until she surged forward towards a bin of giant Stuffies that Luke realized he had been holding her hand the whole time. It felt empty and cold, and his face fell slightly at the absence, but seeing her stand there with a giant round penguin-looking thing made him smile. “Look, it's a penguin! But also a mango!” She dropped it by the bin and dug through it again, producing a watermelon with a pugs face on it. “We can be matching!” He never saw her get so excited over squishies before but before he knew it she had dug up a stuffed Plague Doctor and Nurse B, almost as big as her. Luke had no idea where he’d put it in his room, but the smile on her face convinced him he’d do anything to keep it there.
“Sis those are pretty big, You wouldn’t have room for it.” She seemed to ponder this for a moment before putting all the giant stuffies back and producing two smaller keychain stuffies of the same pair. 
“I can settle for this then.” She put them in the cart, and the 6 of them continued shopping.
The trip ended with a stop at Her favorite bakery, getting the special french toast bread she loved so much, but also treating everyone else.
“Julie, do you want something?” Her question caught Julie off guard who just nodded, and Flynn pulled her over to the case. 
The rest of the day everyone spent hanging around the house. She excused herself upstairs during their game tournament, padding up to her room. Truth be told she felt too anxious to be around people, and she had hoped the olive branch of food would be enough to show Julie she wanted to be friends. She didn’t notice she had been crying until she heard a soft knock on her door. She quickly wiped her tears and opened the door to a concerned Luke. She moved aside slightly for him to come in, and he wrapped his arms around her. 
“Are you okay?” She nodded and felt his lips against her forehead.
“I’m just a little overwhelmed lately.” He nodded and pulled away looking down slightly at her face. He couldn’t help but look at her lips, his concern still festering seeing them chewed up. He hadn’t realized she’d been doing it all day. “Luke…”
“I’m sorry… I should go back downstairs.”
“No wait…” Her hand was warm against his arm, and he faced her again.
“Be honest. Are we friends?”
“Of course we are.” He almost scoffed at her question. “You’re my best friend…”
“Am I? Cause there are times when I think… no I want-”
“-to be more…” His eyes fell to her lips again as he finished her sentence for her. 
“Luke I-” She’s cut off by his lips on hers, his hands on her cheeks. He pulls away slightly, kicking the door closed and walks to the bed with her. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I want to.” He kisses her again, hungrier, and faster “I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve wanted you for so long.” 
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3 months later
“Oh my god.” Luke hears the ripping of an envelope, and all 6 of them jump up. “Oh god I can’t read it. I can’t face this rejection.” She hands the letter to Reggie, who rips it out of the envelope and hungrily reads the words. 
“Dear Miss Y/N Peters, We are pleased to announce that your application has been accepted and you will be attending Julliard for the next Fall semester!” She screams in excitement and the group rushes to hug her.
She cries while muttering about how she couldn’t believe she was accepted. The group celebrates later that evening with the rest of their families.
And amidst the crowd she finds herself and Luke alone in her bedroom. “So… New York huh?” A sad smile washes over her face, and the tears she was holding back came through. “Hey don’t cry babe you got in! That’s good isn’t it?” He moves so he’s sitting on the floor beside her. He wraps his arms around her, and she nestled into his side, the two of them leaning against the wall. 
“Luke I… Reggie and I have never been separated. I haven’t been without you for more than a few weeks since you became friends with him too and…”
“Hey…” He pulls her face up to meet him. “I never said you’d be going alone.” Her eyes widened a bit at his statement. “Besides, New York sounds fun. And if you decide we don’t like it there we can always come back home.”
“Luke Patterson, you are my home.” 
“And I’d follow you anywhere.”
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sky-neverending · 5 months
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writing willex fanfic at 4 am 👍
“Alex, get UP!” was the first thing that Alex heard the morning everything changed. The second was the sound of a pillow flying through the air and hitting him straight in the head with a thump.
He groaned, rolling off of his makeshift-bed and covering his face with his hands. “What? What could you possibly want at-” he raised his hand to his face to check his watch, “6 in the morning?”
Reggie smiled down at him. “Your little boyfriend followed us on Instagram!” he exclaimed happily, like the statement meant anything at all.
Alex blinked. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” he said, pulling himself off the ground. “So I have zero clue what you happen to be talking about.”
From behind the couch-turned-bed, Luke let out an exasperated sigh. “Willie! Your skater friend, he followed us on Insta!”
“Good for him?” Alex said as he walked toward the small kitchen in the house he and his bandmates rented. “Why is this important enough to wake me up so early on my day off?”
Before anyone could respond, the front door sprung open, Julie on the other side. “Can someone explain to me why Alex’s boyfriend, who is practically famous, followed the band’s Instagram?”
“Oh my God!” yelled Alex, throwing his hands dramatically to his sides. “He is not my boyfriend!” He looked at the disbelieving faces around him. “He’s not. I swear, we’re just fri- wait. Did you say "famous?”
Julie nodded, holding out her phone. It was open to an Instagram account, the follower count nearing the 2 million mark. “He has even more on Tiktok,” she said as Alex peered at the phone, dumbfounded. “Did you not know?”
“I knew he made videos…” Alex trailed off, rethinking all of his conversations with Willie. Not once had the other boy mentioned having any sort of large following. “Did you guys know?”
The other four nodded simultaneously, and Alex glared at them.
“Look, buddy,” Luke started, walking toward him and resting a hand on his shoulder, “it’s not our fault you have the social knowledge of an old man.”
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supercap2319 · 4 months
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"Listen. I understand that the four of us are technically sharing the garage, but can you guys please stop poofing into my shower?" Y/N looks at the three ghost boys in front of him.
"Hold on. I've never poofed in your shower." Alex said.
"Yeah, me either." Luke said.
They all turned to Reggie who tried to look innocent. "Oh, come on. It was one time."
"It was six!" Y/N said.
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