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Stand Tall - Reggie

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- Reggie x reader

Synopsis: your younger sister joins a band of ghosts, but she’s not the only one who can see them. You’ve seen them since you were a child.

Masterlist

Flying Solo - Reggie imagine

Akai Ito - Reggie imagine (soulmate au)

Bright - Luke imagine

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I took a deep breath and smiled before leaving the taxi. A month with many projects and exams in college made me spend a lot of time away from my family. When that happened, I used to spend time with a friend who lived closer to campus. But now that I didn’t have to worry so much for a few more weeks until the next round of tests, I can finally take a breath and enjoy some family time between classes. I smiled discreetly at the elderly woman who was always across the street, watching her daughter. She flashed a huge smile back at me before disappearing.

“Papa?“ I asked out loud, opening the door.

I heard a noise coming from the kitchen and Dad appeared already coming towards me with a huge smile. “Mi hija! How was the tests? When will there be more?”

“Are you already trying to kick me out again?“ I laughed, accepting his tight hug. “Don’t worry, I have one more month before the final exams for the semester. Where are Carlos and Julie?”

"Carlos is still in school and Julie is rehearsing in the studio.”

My smile widened and a weight lifted from my chest. I was happy that Julie finally got back to connecting with the music after mom died. It wasn’t easy for any of us, but it was especially difficult for her. When Flynn told me on one of the last calls about Julie - two years younger than me - playing again and even joining a band, I was really happy. I could always count on my sister’s best friend to keep me informed in the smallest details.

“So is she really playing again? I will leave my things in my room and go and talk to her. ”

“No, no. Let me take your backpack, go and see your sister.”

“Gracias, papa.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek and went out again through the door to go around the house and get to the studio installed in the garage.

I heard music coming from inside, but I frowned when I heard several instruments and male voices mixed with my sister’s. The song was already over when I opened the door. Julie was talking to three boys that I had never seen in my life before. A tall, blond man had drumsticks in his hand and rolled them in the air. One with brown hair in a cap was talking to my sister with a twinkle in his eye. But the one who caught my attention the most was the pale, black-haired boy who was playing with a bass a little further away. Was that the band? I didn’t even know that Julie could talk to cute boys without stuttering.

“Am I interrupting something? I can come back later.”

The boys opened their eyes wide and looked at Julie as she turned to me a little scared and with a awkward smile on her lips.

“Y/N, hi! I didn’t know you were going to get home today! ”

I looked at her with a frown. She was acting stranger than usual.

"Yes, you did, Julie, I told you last week and called dad yesterday.”

She widened her eyes even more when she noticed my expression.

“Why don’t we go to your room then and you tell me how is college? Have you done many articles? Did you pass the exams?”

Julie walked past me and headed for the gate, ignoring the boys completely.

“Okay, this is getting weird. Jules, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?”

The blonde let the stick fall on his face, the cap choked and the cute guy let the bass out of tune when he let his fingers fall. All of them, including Julie, looked at me with wide eyes.

“Can she see us?" the boy in the cap asked when Julie returned to his side.

"Why wouldn’t I see you?" I looked into the eyes of the three of them and that’s when I noticed the aura around them, a little blurry, an aura that I learned to recognize after a few years. “Sure, Julie and the phantoms. You are ghosts ”

"That was quick." commented the cute bass player.

“First the band’s name makes it kinda obvious. Second, Jules wasn’t the first person in the family to talk to ghosts.”

"Y/N…” Julie looked at me with an emotion in her eyes that I couldn’t figure out. "Does that mean grandma was really at the house when we were younger?“

I smiled a little sadly. Our parents were always understandable and tried to help us with everything, but when I said I talked to grandma, even after a year after her death, they had to take me to therapy. After a while, I simply learned to lie to Dr. Turner and say that I no longer saw the dead, I just made imaginary friends.

“Yes, but I haven’t seen her in years. Ms. Elliot, however, is still in the garden across the street watching over her daughter.”

"This is so cool!" exclaimed the man in the cap, approaching.

“Another lifer seeing us? Yeah!" the blonde smiled, also approaching along with the bassist.

Julie took my arm before I could introduce myself. "Y/N… Mom…?”

The weight on my shoulders returned and I sighed before I smiled at her, holding her hand in mine.

“She stayed here just long enough to ask me to look after you, dad and Carlos and say that she loved us very much.”

For a second I thought Julie would let the tears fall, but then she took a deep breath and passed her hand under her eyes to compose herself.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“You still need to introduce me to your cute friends. I thought you couldn’t talk to pretty boys without being ashamed.”

The bassist broke into a silly smile and patted the blonde on the shoulder. "She said that we are cute and pretty.“

"Reggie…” The blonde shook his head before turning to me. “Sorry about… him. I’m Alex and these are Reggie and Luke.”

~*~

The past few days have been… a little bit strange. Well, for starters my subjects, despite having relaxed a little, I still have work to do. And while I’m at home, it’s difficult to organize hours of study and free time with taking care of three teenage ghosts. Julie was right - watching three kids who seemed to share the same brain cell is harder than it looks.

“Aren’t you going to give yourself a break?”

I was startled to see dad behind me, almost knocking over the glass that was still in my hand.

“The plan was to come and drink water and take my five-minute break.”

Dad made a face. “Good luck in studies, mi hija, but don’t forget to take a few more breaks. We don’t want you to fry that smart mind, do we? ”

I broke into a faint smile when Dad placed a kiss on my forehead before walking away. I sighed, getting ready for a few more hours of reading before heading up the stairs again to my room. When I got there, however, I stopped at the portal and went in quickly to close the door.

“What are you doing here?" I asked in whispers to the ghosts that were scattered around my room.

Alex was sitting on a purple puff next to the desk where Luke was sitting in the chair that usually sits opposite her. He had his head thrown behind, looking bored. Reggie was lying on the left side of my bed, looking tired.

"Julie kicked us out of her room." explained Luke, getting up and heading for my bookcase.

"Please don’t kick us out either." Reggie said with puppy eyes that he knew I couldn’t resist.

"Luke, stop messing with Y/N’s stuff!" scolded Alex and that’s when I realized that Luke was looking through one of the books he picked up on the shelf.

"It’s alright. Feel free to borrow any book you like.” I assured him, going to sit on the right side of the bed, where most of my stuff was spread out. "And you can stay, just don’t make too much noise, I need to study.”

“What do you study?" asked Alex.

"How long have you been studying?" asked Reggie and I laughed.

"I’m in my first year of journalism.”

“Nice." said Luke, sitting back in his chair and concentrating on the book.

"Well, now I need to concentrate." I said, lifting Reggie’s head that was on top of one of the printed articles I needed to read. I put his head back on the pillow and fluffed some of his black hair, hoping it looked like just a casual movement.

"Wow, what did you just do?!" Alex exclaimed, sitting upright on the puff.

"What did I do?" I asked with wide eyes and a racing heart at the possibility that he noticed.

"You touched him!”

“You really did!" exclaimed Reggie, holding my hand again.

"Oh, that." I sighed, relieved. “I always managed to touch ghosts. That’s why it took me so long to discover that I was the only one who saw them. ”

Luke and Alex remained wide-eyed, but Reggie just lay down again and put my hand back in his hair.

"I liked.”

While I fiddled with Reggie’s black hair with one hand, I used the other to lift the text up to my face to hide my red cheeks from the other boys. Gradually I ended up distracting myself, fiddling with Reggie’s hair as I read the text and made markings and notes. When my eyes started to weigh and my vision was blurred even with the glasses, I decided it was time to sleep. It wouldn’t do any good to try to study tired because my brain wouldn’t absorb it. I looked around when I realized that the boys had been silent for far too long. They were all asleep. Alex was huddled on the puff, Luke was hunched over the open book and Reggie’s head was bent toward my hand.

I smiled. They really looked adorable that way. I set my stuff down on the night-stand and stood up carefully so as not to wake Reggie. I lifted his head slightly to put a pillow under it. I took blankets from the closet and covered all three, remembering to take the book out from under Luke and marking the page he stopped with a piece of paper and left it beside him. I left the room trying to make as little noise as possible. I crossed the hall and sighed with relief when I saw that Julie was still awake.

“Hi sis." I whispered, getting her attention.

Julie looked up from her cell phone and smiled at me. She looked ready to go to sleep.

"Y/N!”

I broke into a smile. "Can I sleep here with you today?“

"Usually I’m the one to go to your room to ask for it." she laughed.

"Well, turns out that today my room is infested with ghosts.”

She snorted. "They are getting too loose.“

"I don’t really care." I said, shrugging my shoulders. "I wouldn’t have minded sleeping there as well, but Reg took up much of the space in the bed and it would be weird.”

Julie giggled and looked at me with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“Shut up!" I said warningly before she could say anything. "I don’t want to hear a comment about that.”

“Okay, okay." she raised her hands in surrender before moving to one side of the bed and lifting the bedspread inviting me to join her.

As soon as we settled down I watched my younger sister’s serene face.

"I’m glad you met them." I said quietly. "They do you good.”

“They do." she sighed. “And I’m glad you met them, too. They seem to like you. ”

I like them too." I said smiling slightly. “Although I don’t play like you do, I like to know that I also made friends with them. I also like to think that they will be here to take care of you when dad or I aren’t around. ”

"But I will always need my older sister around." she said quickly. "Besides, you made a promise to mom.”

I laughed lightly.

“That I did it and I intend to keep it, Jules.”

I approached her and hugged her. We sleep in that same position.

~*~

I arrived at the band’s presentation site with Julie and went straight to meet Flynn. She looked anxious.

“Am I too late?” Asked Julie, taking the backpack off her back.

“Too early.” Replied Flynn. "Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi, Flynn! Glad we got there early. Distracting tía y Carlos while Julie went down the window was not as easy as it seems.” I commented, laughing to remember how I needed to distract our brother with a little ghost story.

The next performance was announced and the audience applauded as we watched Carrie take the stage in a shiny silver outfit and pink wig. I opened my eyes wide, trying to keep my face from turning into a frown.

“I never thought she was going to take this little group forward." I commented.

"I envy that you finished school before you had to see this." replied Flynn, tossing the braids over his shoulder.

“Hope you all came to have a great time.” Carrie said from the stage and put on reflective glasses, also pink.

“Dirty Candy? How’d she get on the list?” asked Julie.

“Her daddy probably made a call.” replied Flynn, pursing his lips. "I like this! Pretty flower.” she pointed to the vest that Julie wore and I realized I recognized it.

"Thanks. It’s dahlia. My mom’s favourite.”

Carrie started to sing and four other girls also came on stage. I raised my eyebrows, wondering how I got to a Barbie pop show. I felt the air stirring around me and noticed that Luke and Reggie appeared on one side and Alex on the other, all paying attention to Carrie. Alex, however, looked a little uneasy and I held back the smile when I realized why.

“Alex." I whispered, trying not to get too much attention from the people around me. "Go on, I know you want to.”

I didn’t even got an answer. He just disappeared from my side and appeared on stage among the girls. Julie looked at us behind her and Reggie shrugged while I just smiled. Alex looked confused for two seconds before he started dancing behind Carrie. In the chorus, he disappeared from the stage and appeared again beside me, slamming his fist on mine discreetly in greeting.

“You having fun out there?” asked Julie

Alex coughed a little, trying to hide it. "It’s not my fault. It’s my, hm… It’s my feet.”

“Yeah." Julie replied, raising her eyebrow. Reggie and Luke, on my other side, just looked at Alex smiling.

“Put me back in, coach.”He said before disappearing to the stage again.

“Oh, it’s the guys.” Julie explained to Flynn when she turned to us, confused.

"Alex is dancing with the girls and is so much better than Carrie." I detailed it a little more, making her laugh when imagining the scene. "My boy is rocking up there." I commented with a bit of drama, laying my head on Reggie’s shoulder without caring about people watching me interact with the air. "I so wish I could have that on video.”

“You look like a mom." commented Reggie, laughing.

"What can I say, the three of you just make me so proud." I joked, wiping my eyes as if I were drying a tear. But Reggie looked at me with a strange twinkle in his eye, but before I could ask anything, the song ended and we turned to the stage in time to see Alex doing a little jumping around saying something about blushing.

He came up beside me again, trying to hide it. “Hey. I was just… I was just doing that for you guys.”

I patted him on the shoulder in support while Reggie said, playfully. “Yeah, you can stop smiling now.“

“I’m not gonna lie. That was… kind of good.” Julie said and I clicked my tongue.

"Wow, Jules, I thought you were supposed to be the smart one in the band." I ignored the boys’ protests on hearing this. “The good part of the presentation nobody else could see, unfortunately.”

“Yeah. I forgot why I hate her so much.” replied Flynn.

Carrie and the other girls got off the stage and came towards us.

"Hi, girls. Um, isn’t it past your bedtime?”She said to my sister and her friend.

“Now I remember.”

“If you’re looking for Nick, he didn’t come.”Carrie continued on to Julie, who simply stepped forward confidently.

“That’s not why I’m here.“

As if waiting for a cue, the presenter introduced the band. But as Julie and the Fat Ones. I couldn’t help laughing at the face Luke made.

"Really?” asked Alex, with a grimace.

"Yeah, man. My handwriting sucks.” Luke tried to apologize.

"Next time, Alex will sign up." I said, trying to look casual.

Julie passed Carrie’s group straight to the stage. The expression on Carrie’s face was priceless when she walked away from us. Flynn left shortly after to turn on the projector - just for the sake of effect. Julie sat down in front of the keyboard and said the correct name for the band.

"Good luck, boys." I said, holding Reggie’s hand quickly and discreetly before going after Flynn.

The lighting focused on Julie and I felt my heart fill with pride. It was the first time I had seen my sister perform after mom died and I knew it was worth the punishment dad would give me if he found out that I helped her escape from home. When she started to sing, I accompanied the music by whispering softly through my teeth. After watching the rehearsals so much, Finally Free's lyrics stuck to my mind and as the notes went up I felt the music reverberating in my body. When the boys appeared on stage playing and people in the audience stood up, I felt like jumping for joy.

It was great to see people enjoying their work. It didn’t matter if they think they’re holograms - they’ve got a second chance to do what they love and to see them there at ease and full of energy is comforting. All four played with their soul and their stage chemistry was incredible. Especially from Julie and Luke. I didn’t need that Flynn me whispering over there they’re into to each other - the intensity of the look when sharing the microphone was obvious. Alex and Reggie also noticed the exchange of looks they had. What really shocked me, however, was when shortly after Reggie turned to me and winked at me. I choked on the lyrics I whispered to accompany Julie and did my best to keep my cheek from blushing. Flynn obviously noticed and laughed at me. The song ended, the boys disappeared again and the audience gasped.

“Thank you, we are Julie and the Phantoms. Tell your friends.”Julie said goodbye and got off the stage. I couldn’t help laughing when I noticed how she took Reggie’s phrase.

"Let’s meet them at the counter." I called Flynn, who quickly put the projector in his backpack and followed me.

Julie came to find us and quickly hugged Flynn.

“You were incredible!”Flynn said.

I soon hugged Julie too.

“Yeah, we were.”I heard Reggie behind me and turned to see him standing next to Alex and Luke, who were sitting at the counter.

"If it weren’t weird, I would give you a hug now." I said to them, trying to look discreet. "I loved the presentation!”

“I’ll charge you for my hug later." said Alex, making the boys laugh.

"Okay." I assured you.

"Hey!" interrupted Luke, pointing to someone behind us. “Whoever Carrie was trying to impress is coming this way.”

“She looks all business.”Commented Alex when we saw a woman with curly hair and a suit coming towards us.

“Wait, who should do the talking?” asked Reggie.

So cute, but also so dork.

“Okay, Julie. Julie.” he corrected himself.

“You got this.” Encouraged Luke.

"I can help you with it if needed." I whispered to Julie just before the woman arrived and offered Julie a hand.

"Hi, I’m Andi Parker, and I would- ”

“Julie. Y/N. ” a voice behind the woman took our attention.

It was dad.

“Shit." I swore under my breath.

~*~

Whenever I had some free time I went down to the garage to watch the band rehearsal. It was amazing the connection they had and how they gave their soul to the music. Julie and Luke singing together with everything they had, Reggie focused on his bass and Alex moving his head to the beat of his drums. It was an incredible sight, but also one that always squeezed my heart to the point that I needed to go back to my room before they finished a song to prevent the lump in my throat from dissolving into tears. I always wanted to have that connection that mom and Julie had with music, but I was never able to play anything and I certainly didn’t know how to sing. And now not only has she reconnected with mom in a way that I could never do, but she has also found something in common with three amazing boys.

At those times, when the tightness in my heart was too strong, I would lock myself in the bedroom, in the most absolute silence. I took out my notebook with notes. When I was younger, I used to try to at least compose a song, but after a while it became notes for a story. Music and books have always been my passions and if I couldn’t go on with one, why not try the other? Not that I would ever get the courage to publish something, but I liked to imagine that I would have some material for that.

"What are you doing?”

I let out a scream that certainly didn’t make me proud. I turned and realized that Reggie had appeared beside me on the bed - completely thrown on the mattress and with his arms behind his head. I tried to control my heart a little to respond.

“I thought you had a rehearsal.”

“I thought you were there watching us. When we took a break and didn’t see you there, I came to see how you were.” he shrugged, as if it was nothing much. "What are you doing?“

"Just a few thrown ideas." I replied, trying to sneak up on the notebook, but Reggie took it out of my hands before I could do it.

"This is for a book, isn’t it?" he asked, in a serious tone that I never saw him using. I just nodded. “Y/N, this is incredible! It makes me want to read. ”

I laughed softly, before asking. "Are you serious?”

“Yes! Why don’t you try to publish something? ”

I scratched the back of the neck, a little uncomfortable. "Well, I never thought I was going to be talented at anything.”

“How so?" he sat up, tilting his head so that I could look into his blue eyes. I was breathless for a moment.

“I really wanted to know how to make music, but when I realized I couldn’t do it, I tried to create stories where I could. But I never even thought it would be worth publishing. ”

“I think you should try. I would definitely read it. ” he said, opening a beautiful crooked smile. "Why do you do journalism when you could try to be a writer?”

“Because while I don’t have neither the material nor the courage, I can write other people’s real stories." I replied, taking my notebook back from his hands. I turned around to put the notebook and pen in my hand back on the night-stand. "What do you think about watching a movie?" I suggested .

"Yes! There are a lot of things that I still need to catch up to.” Reggie commented, lying back on the bed and making himself comfortable.

I tried not to blush as I got up to get my laptop. “We can see the Star Wars movies that you haven’t seen. We can skip the scene where Han Solo dies, no problem, I’ve seen them a couple times.”

"Would you do that for me?" he had a childlike gleam in his eye that made me laugh a little.

"Move over.”

We settled next to each other on the bed. I put the first movie on the laptop in my lap and we started the marathon. I barely noticed when I fell asleep on Reggie’s shoulder.

~*~

A few days later I was lying on the couch trying to complete a story that I had to deliver in two days. Reggie was sitting next to my dad at the table in the other room and none of them seemed to have noticed me there in the next room. I even thought about getting up to concentrate on the room, but I loved how Reggie tried to interact with dad. It was funny - and very cute. Alex came up and started talking to Reggie too. But when I heard Carlos’ voice, things became really interesting. I remained lying down, but I paid more attention to the conversation when Carlos commented about the house being haunted by ghosts who had a dream, but that dream was interrupted by a tragic accident.

“Our house is being haunted by a very talented… chef. ”I could hear the boys’ sigh of relief, but I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing.

“Looks like someone fell asleep watching Ghosts Hunters and Chopped.“

I had to hold my laughter even more when Carlos started talking about a sauce recipe and Reggie commenting that he was like my dad. I made a face at the thought that I liked a guy who said he looked like my dad. It wasn’t very difficult for my little brother to convince dad to make the French dip - it’s not like he doesn’t like food.

I lifted my head and realized that Dad closed his laptop and left. I prepared to do the same when I heard Alex and Reggie’s conversation.

"I will miss them.”

“I hope you’re not thinking about looking for someone else’s garage." I joked, but feeling tight in my chest.

They both started, looking at me wide-eyed as I approached the table.

"Y/N… hey…” Reggie tried to hide it, but I could see in their eyes that something was bothering them.

But I knew they weren’t going to tell me, so I needed to find out another way. I would have to do an investigation. I’m glad I had some sources between the ghosts.

“Well, I need to go out for an interview with a source." It wasn’t quite a lie. "Don’t do anything stupid, boys.”

I squeezed Alex’s shoulder lightly and leaned down to kiss Reggie’s cheek before leaving. I left the house so quickly that I didn’t have to worry about hiding my burning cheeks. I also didn’t notice their reaction. I was on a mission to find my favourite skater.

~*~

When I returned home, I could almost feel the tears stubbornly leaving. But I swallowed the tears, because I needed to talk to Julie about what to do. I wasn’t even sure if she already knew about the boys’ situation or not, but we couldn’t leave them suffering like that. I couldn’t leave them suffering that way. I looked for it in the garage first. If my sister wasn’t there, at least I would have a chance to talk to them.

“Someone once told me that you don’t ask for permission. You book gigs by doing.”Julie was saying when I showed up at the half-open gate.

The boys were lying on the couch and on the floor, looking depressed, while Julie was standing in front of them, as if giving a lecture. Alex had the drumsticks in his hands and Reggie was hugging his bass.

“That was me.”Reggie said with a little smile on his face.

“No, it wasn’t.” denied Julie and Luke.

“Yes, it was.” Reggie grunted, looking down.

"This isn’t over.” continued Julie, ignoring him. “We were brought together for a reason. To help each other.”

“Yeah, but like Luke said… People don’t just play at the Orpheum because they want to.”Said Alex.

“People don’t.” I said, drawing their attention. “But ghosts do.“

Julie turned a little scared to me. From the look she gave me, I think my expression showed all the sadness I was feeling.

"All you need is to haunt them in a different way." I suggested, taking a deep breath to control my emotions. “In a few days Panic! At The Disco will play with a not very famous band that will arrive here almost at the last minute because they will be doing a show in Las Vegas. You just need to make sure that they don’t arrive on time and that you’re the best option.”

For a few seconds they were processing this and I used it as my cue to get out of there before they saw my tears pooling in my eyes. I couldn’t afford to be selfish. They needed to make the move before the only option left for them is to join Caleb. I heard Reggie’s voice calling me, but I ignored him and continued on my way to the house. But even before I crossed the space between the gate and the stone path to the smaller gate, I felt a hand pulling on my wrist.

"Y/N…” Reggie said quietly looking at me with those blue eyes full of emotion. “I don’t like it when you cry. I’m sorry.“

I laughed softly. I hadn’t realized that some tears had came out.

"No need to apologize. I understand that you need to do this. It’s just…” I took a deep breath, trying not to choke. “It hurts to think that I will have to lose someone else. Especially someone who has become so important to me. I mean, the three of you have become very important to me.”

"You have become very important to us too." Reggie said, still holding my hand. “You have become important to me. I’ll miss you.”

I didn’t think before throwing my arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly against me. He tensed for a few moments before hugging my waist with the same intensity. And we stayed there, saying nothing, just enjoying what could be our last hug.

“Reggie, we have to think of a plan!" we heard Luke shouting from the garage and Alex scolding him saying something about giving up a little space.

I took a deep breath before letting go of his comforting embrace. I placed a kiss on her pale cheek, this time longer than the one from earlier.

"Go. They need you.”

Reggie opened his mouth to say something, but I quickly turned and went home with tears streaming down my cheeks.

~*~

I was quite nervous as we waited to find out if the plan had worked. But while I just waited sitting on the sofa in the garage, with the occasional twitch in my leg, Julie was in front of me pacing and making my nerves worse.

"Julie, I love you, but stop walking before I need to tie you to the couch!" I exclaimed.

"Sorry, I’m nervous." she said, continuing to pace.

"I know! And it’s making me nervous!”

The boys suddenly appeared in front of us and Julie went into an outbreak, asking so many questions at once that I almost couldn’t keep up.

“That’s a lot of questions!” exclaimed Reggie, interrupting her. “Luke, do you wanna take this one?”

“Take a seat.” instructed Luke.

“Finally." I mumbled, pulling Julie by the arm to sit next to me.

“It’s fine, everything is fine.” continued Luke, approaching the low table in front of us and leaning on it with the other boys.

“Yeah. You should be getting a call right .. now!” said Alex, taking an effect break and pointing the boys at Julie’s cell phone on the table. But the screen remained off. After a few uncomfortable seconds, with me trying to keep from laughing at Alex’s disappointed face, he tried again. “Okay. Right… Now!”

The phone finally rang and Julie screamed.

“Nailed it.” said Alex, holding out his hand for Luke and Reggie to touch.

But Julie didn’t answer. "Answer it, Jules!" I shouted along with the boys.

She put it on speaker.

“Hi, this is Tasha from the Orpheum in Hollywood.”

That’s when one of the best scenes I’ve ever seen started. Julie jumped on the couch, almost stepping on me, while Alex jumped across the table towards the armchair and Reggie and Luke celebrated with a strange dance. Julie opened her arms when the woman spoke again and everyone stopped like statues watching her pick up her cell phone. And while Julie jumped on the table to answer Tasha, Alex jumped into the arms of the boys, who held him in the air.

“I’m swimming!” exclaimed Alex, waving his arms, and that’s when I let out a loud laugh.

The boys put Alex on the floor and Reggie came over to me. I looked at her confused, until he took my hands and pulled me until I was on my feet. A second later, I was in his tight embrace. He even got up and spun me around. I just prayed that he couldn’t hear my heartbeat. When my feet returned to the ground, I noticed that Alex and Luke were watching us. I motioned for them to join us and joined them in a group hug.

“I missed hugs." Alex commented when we parted.

"Own, you can always ask me for hugs, you big baby." I said, hugging him tight again. He hugged me with the same intensity.

I noticed, over Alex’s shoulder, Julie looking at us with a smile on her face. I smiled at her when I pulled myself out of Alex’s arms and went over to her, squeezing her in a hug too.

"I’m so proud of you, Jules." I whispered softly in his ear.

Her only answer was to tighten me more in her embrace.

~*~

I stayed with Julie in the dressing room the entire time. We were both nervous, but we managed to calm down a little when Flynn arrived after preparing some effects on the projector. But nothing came out of my head that the boys could be in trouble to take so long to show up.

"Y/N, you’re starting to make me nervous, too." said Flynn, and only then did I realize I was pacing up and down in front of the couch, just like Julie had done that morning.

"Sorry, it’s just…” I tried to explain, forcing myself to sit on the couch and stay still.

“We understand." said Flynn, holding my hand.

"I just wish that today wasn’t their last night here." I sighed, propping myself up and elbows on my knees and letting all the weight fall on my shoulders.

"Y/N." Julie called me and waited for me to look her in the eye before continuing. "You like Reggie, don’t you?”

I gave a sad smile and nodded, unable to find my voice.

“Called it!" exclaimed Flynn, pointing at me and making us laugh a little. "The Molina family seems to have a thing for ghosts, it’s impressive.”

Julie rolled her eyes, but ignored it. "You should talk to him before they cross over.“

"And are you going to talk to Luke about your feelings?" Flynn muttered and I pointed out to her nodding in agreement.

"I wanted to talk to Reggie about it, so as not to carry that regret the rest of my life, but… I’m afraid of the reaction.”

“He likes you.”

“Totally." agreed Flynn.

I sighed. "I need him to have a little more time then so that I can say something.”

Julie opened her eyes wide and got up from the couch to take my place walking back and forth.

“Now you broke your sister.”

We heard a knock on the door and the technician called Julie, saying it was time for her to enter the stage.

But the boys had not yet appeared.

“Just a second.”Julie shouted at the door and approached us. "Something’s wrong. The boys were getting those jolts pretty bad as I was leaving. And they wouldn’t stand me up again.”

I sniffed, following her thought. I felt paralysed.

“They must have run out of time.“

“I’m so sorry, Jules.” murmured Flynn.

“They didn’t cross over.”Continued Julie, but I felt like everything around me was fading. "They’re gone. And I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

I couldn’t help a sob that escaped my lips. I saw Flynn getting up and hugging Julie, but then the technician shouted at her again and the two of them ran out the door. However, I couldn’t do anything, just stand there, paralysed. My thoughts hammered in my mind, but I could only think that those three boys were gone forever without having the opportunity to make the passage. Those goofs that won me and my sister over and made a huge difference in our lives. And we would never see him again.

“Y/N. Y/N! ” it took me a while to notice Flynn shaking my shoulders. I had to blink a few times to see her through tears. "Julie ran to the alley behind Orpheum, you need to talk to her.“

"I… I…” I took a deep breath. Even though I wanted to just break up there, I couldn’t. My sister needed me. "Okay, okay.“

I got up and followed Flynn’s instructions as to where Julie had run. I opened the side doors and found her crying in the middle of the alley with a flower in her hand. A dahlia. Mom’s favourite.

"Jules." I whispered as I approached. She stood up for me, a little scared, but a second later she threw herself into my arms and hugged me tightly, as if only that hug kept her from collapsing. I held her even tighter against me. “Breathe, sweetie. Julie, I think you should sing.”

She released me a little and looked at me confused. I dried her tears a little - mine - before speaking.

“It would be a beautiful tribute to mom and boys. They lived, died and continued the life of ghosts through music. They would like that. That’s what I would do if I had your talent.”

“Thank you, Y/N. Really." said Julie, smiling a little before hugging again and entering.

But I didn’t go straight in. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down so that I was emotional enough to hear her singing without the boys. When I went in again and joined Flynn next to the coach near the stage, Julie finished a speech and sat down in front of the keyboard to begin. I already felt my heart squeeze again when she started the first chords. The song approached the first chorus and I took a deep breath, murmuring the words between my lips. It was when Alex’s drums came up that I felt my heart stop. A few seconds later Reggie appeared in a red and black suit playing his bass. I felt a sob tear through my throat and put my hand over my mouth. I felt Flynn holding my free hand and hugging me to the side, as if she knew I needed that support to keep me standing.

Luke started to appear, but he was fading and coming back. I opened my eyes wide, worried, but then he came back singing and he didn’t disappear again and I could only smile and cry, excited. Alex sang a few lines and Reggie followed shortly after. I didn’t take my eyes off him, absorbing him as much as I could before he disappeared again. Our eyes met and he winked at me, opening his smile wider and I smiled back. It didn’t matter if I didn’t have time to tell him everything I needed. He was there, on that stage, together with his friends, his family, fulfilling the dream that he cannot fulfil while he was alive. My heart broke when they finished playing and the boys were gone, but the shadow of a smile remained on my lips knowing that they crossed and could rest in peace.

~*~

Dad, Carlos and Julie were walking home in front of me. They sang the chorus of Stand Tall excitedly, but as much as I wanted to participate in that moment with them, I couldn’t. I wasn’t as strong as Julie and she realized that I wasn’t well, as she always pulled dad’s attention back to them when he tried to get me to join them.

“You and your phantoms were unbelievable tonight.”Dad said when we stopped on the porch.

"I’m going up to my room, I have a headache." I made some excuse when I passed them. However, I made sure to stop in front of Julie and hug her tight. “You were incredible, Jules. I’m so proud.”

“What is it with her?" I could hear Carlos asking as I opened the door.

"Leave her be, Carlos." I hear Julie responding in a light tone of voice as I enter and leave them outside still. "She had a rough day.”

I locked myself in my room and quickly changed my clothes for a sweatshirt set before throwing myself on the bed. I stared at the ceiling, trying to keep the tears that continued to fall, but it seemed impossible. Now that I was alone, it felt like a whirlwind of emotions was falling upon me. I don’t know how much time I spent in that catatonic state before I heard a noise inside the room. It was the same noise as when the boys teleported. I sat up quickly, looking around hopefully. My heart almost stopped when I saw Reggie still in his red suit shyly approaching the bed.

“Reg?" my voice failed, as did my line of reasoning.

I was dreaming. There was no other explanation.

"Hi, Y/N." he waved his hand in that cute way that only he knew how to do. But I was still paralysed, looking at him with wide eyes. He started to speak nervously. “Well, it seems that playing at the Orpheum wasn’t our unfinished business, so the boys and I disappeared into the garage to let you and Julie think we had crossed over, but then she went into the garage and tried to get us to Caleb’s club. But of course we weren’t going, so she managed to hug Luke, he started to shine, we started to shine when we hugged them too and Julie said that you were here alone and practically-”

I hardly understood a word he said. But it helped my brain to understand that it wasn’t just my imagination. I interrupted him before I could finish speaking. I just jumped out of bed, took his face in my hands and kissed him. It was as if all the weight in the world came off my shoulders and I could melt right there. I didn’t care that he was a ghost, I didn’t care that Caleb could go after them, I didn’t care that they would one day have to find out what their unfinished business was and needed to cross over to the other side and I cared even less that my tears were mixed with his. All I cared about at that moment was the feel of his lips against mine and his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him.

I just leaned away when I needed air.

"That was nice." he commented in a thin, choked voice. I realized that he still had his eyes closed and I smiled at the expression he had on his face. "Can we do this again?”

I laughed softly before pulling him back in for another kiss. I was lost in his smell, his taste and his touch. I hardly noticed the teleportation noise in the room again.

“Y/N, we came here to… Wow!”

Reggie and I walked away again and saw Alex and Luke near my closet, both blushing and embarrassed.

“Really, guys?" Reggie asked, not only keeping his arms around my waist but pulling me even closer. "Right now?”

“We came to see how you were doing, but you look busy." said Luke, scratching the back of his neck. I was struggling to keep myself from laughing.

"We’ll be back later." said Alex simply, taking Luke’s arm and making them both disappear quickly.

I looked back at Reggie, who was already looking at me with a silly smile on his face.

"Where were we?" I asked with a mischievous smile on my lips as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and played with a few strands of his hair.

"I think you can remind me." he said, leaning over and kissing me again.

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how i met your mother | reggie peters

PAIRING — reggie peters x fem!reader

PROMPT — day six - backstory

SUMMARY — you and reggie tell your kids the story of how you got together

WARNINGS — mentions of underage drinking, cursing, slight crack fic, very himym-inspired

WORD COUNT — 4,445

NOTE — reggie’s voiceovers are in bolded italics, and reader’s are in regular italic

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“Dad, how did you and mom meet?” Your daughter, Evie, asked Reggie as she ate her breakfast.

You looked over your shoulder from the stove at the little girl, who was looking at your husband curiously. From beside her, her older brother, Elliot said, “Yeah, dad, how did you and mom meet?”

Reggie looked from his kids to you, and you smiled at him with a nod. “I’ll tell you both after breakfast, okay?”

The little girl groaned, but turned to her plate, blue-green eyes trained on her syrup-covered pancakes. Evie, even though she was 5, was a spitting image of her father, attitude and all. There was no mistaking her as Reggie’s daughter. Her hair was just as dark and soft as his, and her eyes were the same bright, blue-green as her father’s. Not to mention she had him wrapped around her finger, and she was almost always being carried on his hip.

Your son, Elliot, was 9, and had more of your own features than Evie. His hair was a lighter color than his sister’s, almost brown, but still dark. He shared the same eyes as his father and sister, but his cheeks were a little fuller and his nose was the same as yours was when you were younger. He was, however, very interested in playing guitar and being in a band like his father.

Once the rest of the pancakes were served and you took your seat beside your husband, who promptly pressed a kiss to your cheek, you ate with your family and enjoyed the Saturday morning.

When the plates were cleared from the table, Evie had each hand wrapped around one of her father’s fingers, dragging him with all her might toward the couch. “C’mon, daddy, you said you would tell us the story!”

Elliot tagged along and Reggie scooped his daughter up and carried her to the couch, letting her sit on his lap as you took your own seat, allowing Elliot to squeeze between you and your husband, leaning his head on you. You brushed back your son’s hair as Reggie began with, “Well, kids, I’ve always known your mother. She and I grew up together, but it took a long time for your dad to work up the guts to ask her out. If it weren’t for your uncles, I wouldn’t have said anything, you know,”

“So here’s the story of how I asked out your mother.”

Me and your mother have known each other for years, but that’s not where the story starts. It starts during our last year of high school, when I realized how I really felt about her.

You and your friends were at a party that a fellow classmate of yours was hosting while their parents were out of town. There weren’t many people there, but most of them - including you - were inebriated on some level. Luke must’ve been the most drunk out of your friend group, since he was currently rounding up people for a game of Seven Minutes In Heaven.

Most people at the party were on board with the idea, and so were you. Luke set the bottle in the middle of the group and spun it, landing on the party’s host, Katrina. She blushed and stood up along with Luke, following him into the closet across the room. You got bored easily while you waited, and decided to strike up a conversation with Bobby about what your favorite candies were.

“No, Alex, I’m telling you, peanut M&M’s are the best candy!” You shouted at your friend, who was the most sober out of everyone and decided to sit on the couch beside you instead of playing the game.

“Y/n I’m literally allergic to peanuts, I can’t eat peanut M&M’s I will fucking die!” The blonde drummer shouted back at you when the closet door opened and Katrina and Luke stumbled out, lips swollen and hair a little messier than before.

Your group argument was cut short and Luke picked you to spin next, making you nervous. You blew out a breath and reached for the empty bottle, spinning it once and watching it go round and round as you anxiously chewed on your lip.

Slowly, the bottle came to a stop, the mouth of it pointing directly at Reggie. He looked at you and blushed just as deeply as you knew you were, ignoring the hoots and hollers from your best friends as you stood up with Reggie and walked into the closet that Luke and Katrina had previously occupied.

When the door closed behind you, you glanced at Reggie, who seemed to be stiff and didn’t know what to do with himself in the small space. The closet was filled with boxes lining the sides and there was, unfortunately, no light to see in, so you were left to fumble around in the dark.

You turned your body to face Reggie at the same time that he shuffled, tripping up in a box and falling forward, right into you. All the air left your body as your back hit the wall, Reggie stopping himself from crushing you by putting his hands on either side of you. He was so close to you that you could feel his breath on your skin, and his lips were inches from yours.

There was something in you that wanted to move forward, just by and inch, and kiss him. But the more logical side of you was screaming at you to resist. Reggie was your best friend, and there was nothing worse than kissing your best friend. Reggie seemed to be just as flustered and embarrassed as you were, eyes wide and locked with yours.

Suddenly, he pulled back and pressed himself against the opposite wall, picking at his fingers. You watched him, wondering what you were thinking when you wanted to kiss him. You never wanted to kiss your oldest friend before, so you were having a bit of a crisis. The air in the room didn’t help, so you took a deep breath and was about to speak when Reggie cut you off.

“Are peanut M&M’s seriously your favorite candy?”

You looked up at his question and laughed. “Yeah, they are. What about it?”

“I just- I don’t know how they can be when coke bottle gummies exist.”

For the remaining minutes you and Reggie had left, the entire house could hear you arguing with one another about which candy was better. Luke and Bobby exchanged glances as the latter said, “Well, at least we know that they won’t have a problem with bickering when they get married.”

When the timer was up, Luke stood up and moved to the door, pounding on it with his fist. Over your yelling, he shouted, “Alright, lovebirds! Time’s up!”

Though you didn’t seem to hear him, seeing as you continued to shout. Fed up, the singer huffed and yanked the door open just in time to hear you shout, “Okay I get that coca cola gummies are good but I swear to God, Reggie, if you slander peanut M&M’s one more time I’ll make sure the cops don’t find your body.”

When light flooded the room, you stopped short of what you were saying, looking out at the bewildered partygoers. You smiled awkwardly at them before glaring at Reggie, as if to tell him that your argument about the candies wasn’t over. He smirked and walked out and you followed after him to choose who got to spin next. Once you had, you counted yourself out of the game and took a seat next to Alex, deciding to sober up before you went home.

And, kids, we still haven’t settled that debate to this day.

I still attest to the fact that peanut M&M’s are better.

You keep telling yourself that, darling.

“Luke, no!” You shouted, pointing a finger at the teenager.

You and the boys were at Walmart to pick out snacks for a movie night that you were hosting at your house that night, and it was very likely that they would also be sleeping there for the night. From beside you, Reggie laughed at Alex, who was trying to wrangle up Luke so he didn’t spend all his money on board games again.

Everyone was pitching in with money of their own for the snacks, and you decided to pick up a pack of Uno cards to play as well, but Luke insisted on buying the digital bank version of Monopoly, along with Sorry! and Connect Four. You all knew he was going to play them once and leave them in the loft to collect dust, so Alex was grabbing onto the back of his sweater to drag him away from the toys section.

You laughed and rolled your eyes as Luke pouted dramatically, walking away from the aisle with Bobby and Alex’s hands gripping his sweater to make sure he didn’t run back. You were in charge of directing the cart full of unhealthy foods with Reggie beside you, watching as his friends went wild in the aisles. Bobby dumped three bags of Doritos into the cart and when he turned around, Reggie took two out and put them back.

Shopping was never as fun as it was when you were with the boys, so you enjoyed the time you were spending with them. As you pushed the cart through the aisle, Luke went missing. You looked around for him and saw him pop his head into the aisle from the other end as he asked, “Can we get Mountain Dew?”

“What? No!” You told him, watching his pout. “Luke, it gives you a bad stomach, and I’m not ready to deal with your complaining all night!”

“Fine,” he sighed, walking away to put the bottle he was holding back onto the shelf.

Reggie pulled something from one of the shelves and tossed it into the cart. You peered over the baby seat to see that he had put two packs of coca cola candies into the cart, making you scoff and roll your eyes. “C’mon, cupcake, you know that coca cola bottle gummies are amazing,”

Rolling your eyes once again, you gave the boy no response. Instead, you pushed the cart forward before stopping and putting some peanut M&M’s into the cart as well before smirking at the bassist, walking away to join the boys and Luke in the next aisle to pick out drinks.

You sighed immediately when you laid eyes on Luke, who was a nightmare to shop with. You rested your elbows on the bar of the cart and rubbed your eyes, stressed, when Reggie joined the rest of the group. He spotted Luke, who looked like a robber who had just been caught and said, “Luke, put the Mountain Dew back. You can only have two drinks, you know the rule.”

Pouting once again, Luke dumped the five Mountain Dew bottles from his arms and opted for two bottles of root beer instead. Reggie came to your side with two bottles of Dr. Pepper and smiled, placing them in the cart as you looked up at him and said, “I swear to God, Reg, it’s like we’re parents to three dumbasses.”

“Well, at least two of them know how to behave themselves in the store.”

“But that doesn’t make it any better when we’re outside the store.” You groaned. “They’re gonna make me age 30 years before I hit 25.”

Reggie laughed at your comment and picked out your drinks for you, before Alex and Bobby made sure to put theirs in gently. After that, you paid and left the store, almost smacking Luke for trying to add more candy bars into the cart before you reached the checkout.

Uncle Luke still manages to give your mom a headache, but at least he prepared me for raising the both of you.

You sighed, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited in the movie theatre for your friends to arrive. Everyone had plans to see a movie tonight, something you hadn’t done in a long time, and as soon as you mentioned it, everyone was jumping to include themselves in your plans. But now that the day was here, you were waiting alone in the theatre, not wanting to buy your tickets and snacks without the boys.

Another sigh left your lips and you turned toward the large glass doors to leave, but you spotted Reggie running up to the doors, huffing and puffing like he was out of air. He burst through them and came up to you, breathless, as he said, “I’m here, I’m here, I’m not late. My parents just took forever on the highway.”

You laughed at the boy, who was leaning on his knees to catch his breath. Once he did, he stood up and noticed that it was just you. Confused, he asked, “Wait, where is everyone?”

“No idea, Reg. I think they bailed on us.” You said, shrugging. “Whatever. I guess it’s just you and me.”

You held out your elbow and turned, waiting for Reggie to link his arm with yours as you went up to the ticket booth to choose what movie you wanted to see. As you waited in line, you looked up at the board to see what movies were playing. “Wanna see Casper?”

Reggie looked up at the board as well, shrugging. “Sure, why not? Nothing else looks that interesting, anyway.”

You nodded once before stepping up to the cash register, asking for two tickets to see Casper and paying with cash. Once Reggie put the tickets in his pocket, you moved over to the long line at the concessions stand, chatting with Reggie about what combos you would buy. The line moved fairly quickly and you were greeted by a bored looking girl, who was about a few years older than Reggie and yourself.

“Welcome to AMC Theatre, what can I get for you?”

“We’ll take two medium popcorns, two large drinks, and… do you guys sell coca cola gummies?”

The girl gave Reggie a weird look as she punched in the order before saying, “No, what we sell is all there, in the case.”

You and Reggie averted your eyes to the case, laughing when you noticed a familiar yellow package. Reggie immediately groaned and you hit him on the arm excitedly. “Hah! See, Reggie, even AMC thinks that peanut M&M’s are superior!”

The boy rolled his eyes and you gave the girl a gloating smile, telling her, “We’ll take two peanut M&M’s.”

Once your food was ready, the both of you were on your way to theatre four, taking your seats at the very back, where you could see better and get away with talking to Reggie through the movie. You snacked on the popcorn during the previews, waiting impatiently for the movie to begin.

When the lights dimmed, you shivered, and Reggie took notice. Handing you his popcorn, he took his leather jacket off before removing his thick flannel, wrapping it around your shoulders before putting his jacket on. He took the bag of popcorn back and your cheeks flushed deeply, Reggie’s cologne enveloping your senses as the movie started.

About halfway through the movie, you had finished your snacks and began to feel the weight of tiredness take over. Fighting it, you stifled a yawn, shifting in your seat. Reggie pried his eyes away from the screen and moved the empty drink in the cupholder between you, lifting in and wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you into his body.

Quiet as a mouse, Reggie whispered, “You can sleep, you know. I’ll wake you up when the movie’s over.”

A kiss was pressed to your head and you leaned into Reggie, finally accepting that you weren’t making it through the movie. When you had settled, eyes closed and breaths evening out, Reggie spared a glance your way. A smile was present on your face as you slept, and the sight of you sleeping on Reggie’s chest was so beautiful that he couldn’t help but mimic your smile as well.

I didn’t know you did that! God, you were so in love with me, weren’t you?

Always have been, always will be, darling.

You were shaken awake gently by Reggie, blinking to clear the sleep from your eyes and adjust to the lights in the theatre. Background noise buzzed in your ears as people chatted with one another as they got up to leave, and you lifted your head from Reggie’s shoulder with bleary eyes and stretched, hearing Reggie chuckle when you did so.

You looked at him, confused, and he asked, “Did you like the movie?”

“I don’t know,” you responded, scratching your head. “I was too busy dreaming about having to deal with 10 Luke’s that got set loose in a Toys R Us. I think one of them bit me when I told him he couldn’t have the Ninja Turtle figurine.”

Reggie couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped his lips before standing up and stretching as well. He extended a hand to you and you took it, pulling yourself up out of the chair and gathering whatever trash you were going to leave behind to throw it out on your way out of the theatre.

You both decided to take the bus home, since Reggie’s house was near yours. It was late, your watch telling you that it was nearing 10pm, and you were tired. The cold didn’t help, but you were thankful that Reggie didn’t ask for his flannel back before you exited the theatre, or else you would’ve been shaking in your boots right about now.

In your tired state, you took a step off the curb and onto the asphalt of the parking lot, trying to make your way to the bus stop. Suddenly, bright lights blinded your left side and a fist wrapped around the back of Reggie’s flannel, pulling you out of the path of the oncoming car and back onto the curb. Stumbling, you fell backward into Reggie’s chest. He supported your weight and spun you around, holding you in his arms. “You better watch out for oncoming traffic, cupcake,”

“S-Sorry, Reg.” The same feeling that appeared when you were in the closet came to you again, urging you to lean forward and kiss Reggie. You were going to pull away and clear your throat when you caught Reggie’s eyes flitting down to your lips and his cheeks burning bright red.

“I-is it okay if I kiss you?” He stuttered, asking in a small voice. As soon as the words registered in your ears you nodded, wrapping your arms loosely around Reggie’s neck. Your cheeks burned from both the cold and the kiss, reveling in the feeling of Reggie’s soft, plump lips on yours.

One of your hands moved to his cheek and he pulled you a little closer, trying to soak up as much of the love you were pouring into the kiss as you could. Never in a million years would you have thought that going to a movie would lead to kissing your best friend in the parking lot, but here you were, too wrapped up in each other to remember that you were in public.

Kissing Reggie felt nothing short of perfect, and you never wanted it to end. But then the burning in your lungs began, and you pulled away for air. When you locked eyes with Reggie again, you bit your swollen lip and said, “Why don’t we go home, cowboy? It’s getting late and both of our parents would kill us,”

Smiling widely, Reggie released you from his hold and took your hand instead. “Try not to get hit by a car this time, okay Cupcake?”

In my defence, Reggie, I was tired.

Yeah, but you did almost get hit by a car, so-

The day after the kiss, Reggie was pacing in front of his friends in the studio, while you paced in front of Rose, who was sitting on your bed. Running a hand through your hair, you said, “Rose, I don’t think you understand. We kissed! Like we actually kissed! Mouth’s touching, kissy kissy noises, kissed!”

“I know what kissing means, N/n,” Rose laughed, and you whined.

“Stop making fun of me, this is a serious situation, Rose.”

“Okay, look,” Rose sighed. “Here’s what we’re going to do. Guaranteed, Reggie is at the studio with the boys, probably freaking out and doing the same thing you are, so we’re going to go over there, you’re going to confess your long-standing feelings for Reggie, you’re going to kiss, and then you’re going to become a couple so none of us have to deal with the oblivious pining anymore!”

“Rose! We have not been pining for one another, I only noticed my feelings for Reggie recently, and your plan seems ridiculous!” You panicked.

“Oh, niña, you poor, oblivious little girl,” Rose pouted, getting off the bed and taking your hands. “You are so blind, aren’t you? I mean, you and Reggie fight like you’re married, you share snacks with only him, you’re the only person he will let wear his lucky flannel, and he’s even dropped rehearsal because you got a flat tire and needed to be picked up. The boy doesn’t even have a car! He had to borrow mine!”

You laughed and you felt your cheeks burning. Rose squeezed your hands lovingly and smiled at you, pulling you through the house toward her car, practically tossing you into the passenger seat like a ragdoll, an excited smile on her face. Again, you laughed at her attitude and she couldn’t stop bouncing around in her seat, despite the fact that she was supposed to be focusing on the road.

Meanwhile, Reggie was pacing in front of the couch where his friends sat. “She- We kissed! I asked her if I could kiss her and she actually said yes! What am I gonna do now?!”

“Well, maybe asking her out would be a good thing?” Bobby suggested, causing Reggie to widen his eyes and stop in his tracks, looking at Bobby as if he were crazy.

“Are you kidding me?! Do you know how complicated that would make everything? What if- what if we broke up, huh? What would happen then? It would ruin everything!”

“Reggie, Reggie, Reggie-” Alex said, standing up and putting his hands on the bassist’s shoulders. “Stop with the ‘what if’s’, okay? Trust me, they’re the worst kinds of thoughts. Besides, you and N/n already act like an old married couple with one another, so I don’t think anything would change between the friends group, and you’ve both been in love with one another for like, forever so you don’t have to worry about breaking up with her any time soon,”

The bassist nodded and Alex removed his hands from his shoulders, patting him on the arm and taking his seat again. Luke patted his thighs and said, “So, looks like we’ve gotta get you to Y/n’s house, then?”

In an instant, all three boys were up on their feet in an uproar, looking for the keys to Alex’s van and grabbing their jackets. When they reached the studio doors, Reggie moved to open them, but found them being pulled open from the outside. The doors opened to reveal you, flustered and panting, Rose running up behind you.

Everyone stopped in their tracks when you and Reggie came face-to-face. Everyone was wide-eyed, looking between the two of you, Luke trying to put his jacket on inside out. Rose was the first to gain her composure, pulling the boys out of the garage. “Let’s give the kids some room, okay?”

Gently, the Puerto Rican woman pushed you inside the studio, shutting the doors behind you. You laughed and scratched the back of your neck and looked at the floor as Reggie rocked on the heels of his feet. When you looked up, you caught Reggie’s eyes and he coughed. Again, the both of you went to speak at the same time.

“Look, I-”

“So, here’s the thing-”

The both of you laughed and you said, “You go first,”

“Okay, so. That kiss last night, I-I’ve wanted to do that since freshman year. I mean, you make me a better person, and you’re so amazing a-and you make my life so much better. Cupcake, you- you’re everything to me and I really hope that kiss didn’t ruin anything between us,”

You stepped closer to Reggie as you locked eyes with him. “Reg, believe me, I loved that kiss. I didn’t even know I had feelings for you until we were in the closet at Katrina’s party and we tripped and fell,” laughing again, you said, “but that kiss made me realize that, well, I think I’ve felt something for you for a while, I was just so oblivious because we’ve been acting like this for forever and I just-”

Taking a deep breath, you smiled as you said, “I think I love you, Reggie.”

“I-I think I love you, too, N/n.”

Reggie took another step closer and raised his hand, cradling your jaw and bringing you closer to him. Your eyes fluttered closed, embracing the feeling of Reggie’s soft lips on yours. You never thought you could ever get used to the feeling of kissing him. Kissing Reggie felt like home, comfortability and safety.

Again, the need for air got in the way, and when you pulled away, there was no fighting the smile on your face. Reggie smiled as well, carding his fingers through your hair. “So, N/n, what do you say to going on a date with me?”

“Or maybe we could skip that part and just… start dating?”

The boy laughed and nodded. “I think I like that idea.”

Leaning in once more, you kissed your boyfriend. Even thinking of Reggie as your boyfriend made you smile through the kiss, and you never thought you could be happier.

Reggie sat on the couch, surrounded by his family, looking down at the little girl sitting in his lap as he said, “And kids, that’s the story of how I asked out your mother.”

You pulled a face and hugged your son a little closer. “Technically, Reg, I was the one that asked you out.”

“Whatever, that’s just a technicality.” Your husband scoffed. Deep down, you were glad that your friend’s ditched you that night, for spinning that bottle, and for going into that closet, or you wouldn’t be here.

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thatsystemerror · 4 years

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the best things about The Umbrella Academy

*spoilers ahead*

the soundtrack (where have you been livin’ if you don’t know that by now though?)

“he got 7 of them”

Reginald Hargreeves having a shit personality but a nice house

also getting an ape butler just because he could (and don’t get me started on the mom)

the fandom collectively agreeing on hating disliking s1 Luther

“dAD sEnt Me tO THe mOon”

Klaus Hargreeves

and his outfits

and him being dramatic in general

like when he basically killed himself Fresh Outta Rehab™

Diego being the embodiment of “I don’t wanna be here” at all times

Five being a 58 years old in a 13-year-old body (and behaving like it)

“the kid wants coffee, black”

“Run Boy Run” playing during a shot of a boy running is still *PoETiC cINeMA*

also “Dancin’ With Myself” while he’s fighting himself in season 2

“what a disturbing glance into that thing you call a brain”

“you know what your problem is?” “really hopin’ you’ll tell me”

Killer Dude x Donut Lady

Klaus and his soldier boy

and everyone’s favorite ship: Five x Dolores the mannequin

“the healthiest long term relationship in this family was when Five was banging that mannequin”

*sips coffee* “I said uh... we died.”

Ellen Page lowkey looking like a Tim Burton character

“ask me again and I’ll burn you with the cigarette lighter”

Ben “patrick-swayzeing” Klaus

*finding out there’s a nuklear war going on* “the hell did we do now?”

“Quit those assholes. I don’t owe ‘em the fuss of my peaches.” (RIP Hazel)

Five finally getting a decent cup of coffee in the 60s

Time-Fashionista-Lady getting degraded (about time!)

Luther apologizing to Vanya in season 2

Allison fighting for her fucking rights!!

Yusuf Gatewood once again proving that he’s one of the best yet most underrated actors of this generation and we all need to see more of him!!!

“family BBQs are about to get real weird”

Vanya = on a farm and happy, Diego = nuthouse, Klaus = cult leader

Team 0 vs young Reggie Hargreeves at the Tiki lounge restaurant

Diego being a mama’s boy

“unharm my wiener”

“you know some say the greatest luck is to die at the 8th time”

Diego insisting on burrying Elliot

The Resistance™ lol

the siblings deciding to help Vanya after all

“kids sit in the back”

“which one’s the girlfriend?”

“love shouldn’t have to hurt this much” *gag noises*

Ben saving Vanya

“he traded his life for mine and saved the world in the process” “show off”

“50 bucks if you leave him here”

In conclusion, we love it, I aspire to be Five, want a friend like Klaus, and we want more. Don’t you dare cancel this Netflix (I’ve been hurt enough)!!!!

@thatsystemerror

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Could you pretty please do #6 Truth or Dare for Luke x Alex? ♡♡♡♡♡

Of course! This is set back in the 90s before the guys died (I’m a hardcore Willex shipper, but I love the Luke x Alex exes headcannon). Warning as there is one or two uses of strong language.

Band practice sucked. Everything that could go wrong did. In the middle of practice, one of Alex’s drumsticks slipped out of his head and hit Reggie in the back of the head.

“Ow!” Reggie had said, turning to look at Alex. “What was that for?”

“Sorry,” Alex apologized.

“Nice shot,” Bobby joked.

Luke laughed, and handed Alex back his drumstick. “Let’s continue, okay.”

Alex nodded, and the band started playing again. However, halfway through “My Name is Luke,” Luke’s guitar string broke.

“Damn,” Luke said, shaking out his hand that the string must’ve hit.

“Did you bring more?” Bobby asked.

Luke nodded. “Yeah,” he said, going over to his guitar case and grabbing a new string. He quickly secured it on his guitar.

“Wanna pick up from where we left off?” Bobby asked. Luke nodded. “Yeah.”

They made it through about three more songs before Reggie somehow slipped and fell.

“Ow,” Reggie said for the second time that day.

Bobby went over to Reggie and helped him up. “You okay?”

Reggie nodded. “Yeah. Where were we?”

The last straw was when Luke hit himself in the head with his own guitar while trying to flip it.

“Fuck,” Luke said, holding his hand up to where the guitar had hit him.

“Are you bleeding?” Alex asked, concerned.

Luke nodded. “Yeah, a little. I’ll be fine.”

“Maybe we should end practice a bit early,” Bobby said.

Luke nodded. “Yeah, probably.”

“So what now?” Alex asked.

“Oh, we could play truth or dare,” Reggie suggested.

“Oh no,” Alex said. Their games of truth or dare always got intense. None of the boys could turn down a dare and the truths always got a bit invasive.

“Sweet,” Luke said.

“I’m down,” Bobby agreed.

And with that, the game began. All four boys sat in a circle. Alex and Luke sat next to each other. They both held hands. This wasn’t unusual, even before Luke and Alex had started dating, they had held each other’s hands all the time. All the band did. They really didn’t care what people thought of them, and most of their love languages were touch. This led to a lot of hugs and a lot of hand holding.

“Who wants to go first?” Bobby asked.

“I’ll go,” Luke said, then turned to Reggie. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Reggie said.

Luke smirked. “I dare you to lick the bottom of Bobby’s shoe.”

“Gross,” Alex responded.

Reggie shrugged, and Bobby handed him his shoe. Reggie licked it without hesitation. He made a disgusted face, and handed the shoe back to Bobby.

“Please tell me you didn’t step in dog poop. Like ever,” Reggie said.

Bobby laughed. “Eh, no promises.”

Reggie gagged, and the rest of the group laughed.

“Alright,” Reggie said, turning to Alex. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Alex said. After seeing what Luke made Reggie do, Alex wasn’t going to ask him for a dare.

Reggie smirked. “Who’s the hottest person in the room?”

“I-” Alex looked between Luke and Reggie, debating whether Reggie was serious or not. “Luke.”

“Oh, right,” Reggie said. “Can I ask something else?”

“No!” Alex said, quickly. “You only get one.”

“Fine,” Reggie said, rolling his eyes. “Your turn.”

Alex turned to Luke. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Luke said.

“Drink this,” Alex said, holding out a packet of hot sauce for Luke.

“Why do you have this?” Luke asked. “You don’t even like hot sauce.”

Alex shrugged. “It paid off, right?”

Luke rolled his eyes, tore open the packet, and squeezed the whole thing into his mouth. He swallowed it, made a slight face, then smiled.

“Was that supposed to be a challenge?” Luke asked.

“Your tongue’s burning, isn’t it?” Alex asked.

“It’s on fire,” Luke replied.

Alex laughed. “Your turn.”

Luke nodded, and turned to Bobby. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Bobby said.

“You’re lame,” Luke joked. “What was the best date you went on?”

Bobby smiled. “Probably with Katherine Elliot. We had dinner at some fancy restaurant after which we went stargazing. We ended up kissing, and, um, well, other stuff.”

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” Luke said. “I don’t need to know anything else.”

The rest of the night continued on with the boys playing truth or dare. Eventually, though, Reggie fell asleep, and Bobby followed him soon after. This felt Alex alone to play by themselves.

“Truth or dare?” Luke asked Alex.

“Truth,” Alex replied.

“You’ve only picked dare once,” Luke complained.

“Because I know what you’re capable of,” Alex told him.

“Whatever,” Luke said, rolling his eyes. “What do you like most about me?”

Alex blushed. “I don’t know. I like everything about you. I mean you have a great personality. Mostly.”

Luke smiled.

“I mean you're the greatest guy I’ve ever met,” Alex said. “Does that answer your question?”

Luke was blushing now. “Yeah, it did. Your turn.”

“Truth or dare?” Alex asked.

“Truth,” Luke said. This shocked Alex as Luke almost never picked truth.

“How long have you known you liked me?” Alex asked.

Luke shrugged. “Honestly, I have no idea. Maybe last year? Maybe before? Maybe forever? I’m not sure.”

Alex nodded.

“Truth or dare?” Luke asked.

“Dare,” Alex said, nervous of what Luke was going to say.

“Kiss me,” Luke said.

“What?” Alex asked.

“I mean, only if you want to,” Luke said.

Alex smiled. “Well it’s a dare so-”

Alex and Luke leaned towards each other. They stared into each others eyes and moved closer. Their lips finally connected. Unlike Luke, this was Alex’s first kiss. He finally understood what all the hype was about. As soon as Luke’s lips connected to Alex’s happiness and warmth shot through his body. Luke’s lips were a little chapped, but Alex didn’t mind. Kissing Luke was the happiest he had felt in a while.

“Woah,” Alex said when they broke apart.

“Yeah,” Luke said. “I need to use that dare more often.”

Alex smiled. “Yeah, you do.”

#lalex #luke x alex #alex x luke #alex mercer #luke patterson #jatp #julie and the phantoms

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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What a Time to be Alive - Diego x reader

Chapter 4- The Majestic 12

Summary: Although, your wounds are able to heal instantaneously, Diego’s are not and for that he payed the price. In the aftermath of getting shanked, you give Diego some much needed TLC. Now you, Diego, and Five, are on the hunt at some gala for any valuable information, regarding the activities of Sir Reginald Hargreeves.

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Sitting next to Diego on the couch, you rip off his bandage, intently listening to Five ramble on about the Vanya situation as you attend to his healing injury.

“So what you just let her go.” Asks Diego surprised.

“Well, Vanya had a lot to process.” He says matter-of-factly. “She’ll come around. I know she will.”

“What about the guys that went after her?” You ask him, while ripping off some medical tape for Diego’s new bandage.

“The Swedes?”

“Yeah, how do you know they won’t go after her again?” You question, taking a cup of hot coffee from Elliot.

“We don’t.”

“Do you have any idea who sent them?” Lila asks Five, taking a sip of coffee from her own cup.

With a knowing smile, Five answers her, “Oh, I have my suspicions.” You guessing it probably has to do with Five’s colorful background coming back to bite him. “But right now, our priority is finding Dad and getting answers, cause everything else depends on it.”

“Which for the record, I found him already.” Diego adds, you hold in a chuckle at how well that interaction went.

“And then let him go before we could have a meaningful conversation.” Sasses Five with that stupid I-know-more-then-you smirk.

“He stabbed me.” Says Diego bluntly, trying to make a point as to why things didn’t go well.

“I’m surprised he waited this long, Diego. We’ve all had the urge.” Jabs Five yet again. Causing you to snort and start laughing out loud along with Lila and Elliot. Getting an offended look from Diego, you turn you face to give him a kiss on his cheek in an attempt at lessening his hurt pride.

“Good thing I know where Dad’s gonna be tonight.” Five says, handing Diego a piece of folded paper.

Reaching across the small coffee table to grab it, he sits down next to you again, holding up the parchment for you to both read. Leaning in, you look at its contents, as Five continues to talk. “Found it at his office while he was busy stabbing you.” Five says sarcastically, as Diego fake laughs.

“Hoyt Hillenkoetter and the Consultant General of Mexico in Dallas cordially invite you to a gala.” Diego reads.

“Whoa, wait. Hoyt Hillenkoetter? Are you serious?” Questions Elliot, apparently knowing something none of you four do.

“You know him?” You ask curious.

“We should go, says there’s gonna be a seafood tower.” Lila adds randomly, having looked it over before, when Five wasn’t looking. You nod to her, looking at Diego. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a suite.” You wink, earning a warm smile from him.

“No, Hillenkoetter is...is one of the Majestic Twelve.” Elliot says slightly nervously.

“The hell are the Majestic Twelve?” Questions Diego. As you quickly throw an orange slice in his mouth.

“It’s a...a secret committee. Uh, scientists, militarily, uh, deep state.” Rambles Elliot, walking over to his desk looking for something he continues. “No one really knows what they do.”

Scoffing you add, “Huh, they sound like a blast.”

“Wait, so they’re government?” Diego grunts, trying to sit up better.

“Shadow Government. Yeah, Kennedy was the first President to try to push ‘em into the light, but these guys are not to be trifled with. Oh, here we go. Ah, right here.” Elliot says bringing a photograph over to the four of you. “That’s Hoyt right there.” He points.

Examining the picture you notice only 11 men. “Weird there’s only 11 of them.”

“Well, that’s because they’ve only identified 11 so far.” Adds Elliot.

“Who’s the twelfth?” Diego asks looking at the photograph. You look to Five, raising your eyebrow in that you-thinking-what-I’m-thinking mutual understanding, him doing the same. Oh boy, here we go.

——

Arriving at the gala dressed in your best attire, a slightly uncomfortable dark blue dress and flats. You, Diego, Five, and Lila, hide behind a short brick wall type structure. Each of you peaking your heads over the edge to get a better view of the place full of richly dressed people. Quickly Diego climbs up and over the stones, you three following suit and crouching close to the nearby parked cars.

“So, what’s the plan guys?” Asks Lila quietly.

“Don’t answer that.” You warn Diego. Who ignores you, trying to be the smart tough guy once again. “We infiltrate, we identify, we extract. Double time.”

“I feel like I’m in a spy movie.” You whisper to yourself.

“What the hell’s he talking about.” Lila asks from behind you turning her question to Five, who’s crouched at the rear of the pack.

“Find the old man and get out fast.” He says smartly.

“That’s what I said.” Diego looks back at them, like what he said before wasn’t obvious enough.

“Alright 007, lets go.” You say, touching is shoulder and pushing ever so slightly for emphasis. Turning forward he crouch walks to the next car, you trailing him. Suddenly your ears catch the conversation between Lila and Five a couple cars over. You raise your eyebrow at Five’s untrustworthiness towards Lila, amused by their little conversation. Now that you think about it, you have assumed some odd shit could be up with her, but you’ve been playing along this whole time. Not wanting to state the obvious yet, you needed more time and suspicious proof first of any false behavior.

——

Walking into the wealthy looking establishment, you take a drink off a waiters tray. Giving it a sniff, before taking a small sip enjoying the fizzy liquid sliding down your throat. “I don’t see Dad anywhere.” Diego says, looking around the room full of wealthy strangers.

“Just keep an eye out for the Majestic Twelve. I got the upstairs.” Five tells you three, alcoholic beverage already in hand. “Diego, try not to do anything stupid. Y/N, watch him.” He adds, walking away. As Lila walks off towards the seafood table.

You sniff the air, trying to catch a familiar scent, maybe if old Reggie really is here, you’d be able to smell his stupid suffocating cologne. A second later trumpets start to play to a well known tune. You suddenly feel the urge to dance, excited now that your old dance partner’s back. Walking through the crowd while pulling on Diego’s tie, you lead him to the dance floor.

Diego pulls you to him, trying to gain control of the situation unfolding before is very eyes. The two of you are almost eye to eye with each other, as you hold onto one another closely. As the mariachi band continues to play, Diego twists you around, your back now to him. He lets his hands trail down your sides without so much as single protest from you, you’re enjoying this way to much. You twirl grabbing his hands before he can go any lower. Your hands wander up to rest on his shoulders, his comfortably caressing your lower back. “Someone’s got moves.” You look up at him stating the obvious.

“Well the old man did insist on making us take those ballroom dancing lessons.” He looks at you lovingly before continuing, now mimicking Sir Reginald’s voice. “One never knows when the paso doble will be the difference between life and death...” “children” You both smile, saying the last part together as Diego dips you.

“My turn.” You say while giving him a mischievous grin. Pulling yourself up with Diego still holding you close, you take the lead. Surprising him in the process, much to your amusement.

“What are you doing?” He asks, taken aback at your sudden dominance.

“Just follow my lead.” You saying smiling sweetly at him.

“Uh, Y/N, no. I’m the man here.” Diego says dazed by the abrupt change in the dance positioning, you smirk at him, thoroughly enjoying how you’ve taken him off guard.

Grabbing his hands you smoothly twist him around so his back is now to you. Using your left hand you touch his cheek, hastily bringing his undivided attention straight to your own beaming face. Quickly giving him a kiss before pushing his face away once more, twirling him around, and positioning yourself back to how you two first began. With his right hand on your hip and your left on his shoulder, you two holding hands and swaying to the music. He pulls you in closer to his chest, your faces inches apart as you turn your head to laugh into his broad shoulder. You can feel him kiss the side of your face as he smoothly sways you to the music, he follows your gaze as you adjust yourself to look up into his chocolate eyes.

“You have no idea how glad I am to have found you again.” He gives you another chaste kiss in reply.

“Sorry you had to wait for my ass for so long, if I would have known you were in Dallas.” You let out a small laugh, biting your lip to hold in a smile as he continues to sway you around to the festive music.

“Instead you got yourself arrested within the first day of being here. I don’t know if I should be impressed or not....Diego Hargreeves you are truly...something.” His face breaks out into an embarrassed smile as he leans his head down onto your shoulder to hide his redness, only you would be able to make him lose his cool, and so easily at that. He picks his head up once again to stare adoringly into you bright eyes, his eyes flickering down to your parted lips for a fraction of a second. Your face breaks out into a Cheshire Cat-like grin at the absolute wonderful cuteness of Diego.

“So how’d I do last night? Since you know, it’s been awhile for you. I think I still got it Y/N.” He says with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, you roll your eyes at his implication of last nights love-making, he’s so bold.

“Satisfactory.”

“Just satisfactory? Babe I think I was really doing a great job. You sure looked like you agreed at the time.”

“Okay fine. You were incredibly stunningly marvelous, a perfect 10 out of 10. The review says she would do it again.” He smiles in deep satisfaction at your praising of his more intimate talents. You just give him a slight half annoyed eye roll, only you two would be scoring each other on how well your I-missed-you sex was.

When you look up at his face again, he isn’t smiling anymore, attention now snagged by some shinier fish. You twist your neck right, following his distracted gaze. “It can’t be.” He whispers in disbelief, breaking away from you to go see... Grace. Letting him go, you silently follow him, hiding behind a white pillar as you eves drop onto their conversation. Holy shit, Grace was a real person and she was Sir Reginald’s frickin date, you thought to yourself almost as shocked as Diego probably is. You listen more intently, and cackle at the comment Grace gives Diego about being a little odd. You’re definitely not wrong about that, you’d like to tell her.

Watching Grace walk past you and towards who knows where, you come out from behind the pillar to face Diego, who’s standing there with his arms folded, looking rather lost. “Well that went swimmingly.” You quip.

Diego breaks from his thoughtful trance, rolling his eyes as he walks on over to you, taking your bent arm in his. “I guess we should probably find Lila, huh.” He adds. “Perhaps we shall.” You say in a posh English accent, giving him a wink as he lets out a breathy laugh at your theatrics.

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Leaning against the wall, watching as the other party-goers make boring conversation with each other. You push yourself off the marble surface and begin walking towards Diego, who’s obliviously looking at a chandelier like an intrigued child. Right on cue, you hear a thud coming from up above you and then aggressive shuffling around. Five is the strongest guess most likely, and someone else. Hearing a quiet “Oh, shit.” Coming from Five you decide it’s probably best to not leave him hanging.

Turning to Diego, while also unknowingly gaining the attention of Lila. You whisper yell for him to follow you up the stairs to Five’s rescue. Racing up the steps in record time with Diego not far behind you. You look to your right, noticing in surprise that Five’s in a bit of a scuffle with one of the blonde Swedes that tried shooting you, Diego, and Lila earlier. Stopping for a brief moment, not entirely sure what to do as this is indeed very odd. You hear footsteps quickly approaching from behind you, smelling the scent of sweat and anger in its wake.

A second later you hear Diego yell out your name in distress as your hair is pulled back and a belt is tightly wrapped around your windpipe. Getting dragged back down the hallway, completely taken off guard, you struggle to breath as your eyes go wide in astonishment. Your gaze shifts to Diego, as he angrily sprints to you, charging at the taller Swede who’s about to gut punch you with brass knuckles. Fuck.

Bracing yourself, ready to get the wind knocked out of you. Diego heroically pushes the guy into the wall, punching him hard in the face. Your throat is suddenly released, only for the shorter Swede to turn you around and crack you across the side of your head with his belt. Kicking you out of the way and across the floor you tumble, your head stinging in pain. Dazed, from the not even 20 second violent actions you just got shoved into. You get up from the floor feeling a hot liquid running down the side of your face. Touching your temple, you pull your hand away to unveil deep red blood coating your fingers. This bitch is dead.

You look up instantly to watch in dismay as Diego is currently getting his ass whooped by the two pissed off Swedes. The one that was previously choking you, is now suffocating Diego with that fucking leather belt. After getting punched in the stomach by brass knuckle Swede, Diego kicks him to the ground, still struggling with the first who’s still doing his damn best to suffocate him. Grabbing a knife previously hidden in his pocket, he throws it with his free hand. Missing his target in the heat of the moment, which was intended to hit the other large Swede that’s beating the shit out of Five further down the hallway.

Fuming, with the rage of a bull at the manhandling you just unwillingly received. You rush forward throwing your right arm around the blonds throat that’s currently choking Diego. Pulling down hard, the Swede releases him, now struggling to breath from your own violent attack. The tables have turned, bitch. You aggressively throw him into the wall, kicking him hard in the stomach as you send him thrashing onto the carpeted floor.

Turning quickly to the sound of pained grunts, you watch as Diego gets punched in the stomach with the brass knuckles you so marvelously avoided. You catch sight of Lila, who looks to both of you before turning to Five and running to his aid. Alright then.

Only letting yourself get distracted for a moment, you turn back to your new little fighting buddy, who’s now standing and looking very enraged.

“Let’s dance.” You hiss at him with a bitter smirk, clenching your fists.

Hearing the sound of glass breaking behind you, you ignore it. As you face the blonde Swedish assassin, dodging a heated swing, you bring your left arm up to sucker punch him right in the guts. You turn around swiftly to face him again, only to receive a hard blow to your shoulder. He’s good, but not good enough. He goes to kick you in the legs, missing by an inch as you pull back just in time. Realizing he still has his belt clutched in his right hand, he cracks it at you with lightning speed. Time slows for a second as your senses begin to take over, giving you better reaction time. You turn to the right and watch as the shining silver of the belt buckle shows you your own distorted reflection. Catching the makeshift weapon mid-throw, you grab it tightly with your left fist. Pulling him towards you in the process, you then reach out and tightly seize his throat with your right hand. Throwing the leather belt off to the side and growling fiercely at his surprised face, you lift him up an inch or two off the ground. Struggling to breath and find his footing again, he suddenly shoots his arms up directly into your right one, that’s currently strangling him. You drop him, yelping in surprise at the sudden pain. Quickly gaining his bearings back, he jumps up on the wall for support, as he speedily throws himself at you, sucker punching you right in the cheekbone. Fucking ouch. Stumbling back from the aggressive hit to your face, you both begin intensely throwing punches at each other, getting a hit in here and there, while also managing to block most of his advances. Who knew you’d be reuniting with your lost lover and fighting Swedish assassins at a gala this week. Things have been weirder, you think, focusing back on the task at hand, literally. Grimacing in pain at the hit you just received to your shoulder, you jump up, kicking him into the wall and leaving a small dent. Slightly disoriented, he gets up again, blocking another one of your knee thrusts heading straight for his junk. Sometimes you fight dirty, okay. Throwing your left arm up to block a hit, you take this opportunity to twist yourself around to the right in a quick circle. Jutting your right elbow directly into the Swedes temple, knocking him unconscious. That’s right fucker, nighty night.

Your ears tune promptly to the sound of broken glass yet again, and the sound of Diego’s grunts mixed with that of the angry Swede he is currently fighting. You watch as they fight dirty, picking up whatever objects they could get their hands on as they continue to beat each other up down the hallway. Knocking blondie out with an impressive hit to his head, Diego looks out the window spotting Reginald and Grace standing outside ready to go home. You catch where his eyes are looking, observing the scene of them together for yourself.

You hear Diego whisper a soft, “Dad” before turning to you, worriedly looking at the stream of blood coming from the side of your hairline.

Pointing to the bloody spot you flash him a small smile. “You should see the other guy.”

Smiling briefly, he nods at you while turning towards the stairs and walking quickly down them, you right behind him. As the two of you make your way through the bustling crowd, right out the doors, and through the grass to the front entrance where Five is shouting something in another language at a retreating car.

“Was that him?” Diego questions.

“Yeah.” Five says, sounding like he’s out of breath.

“Jesus, it’s just one thing after the other” You add irritated. Fed up with all this Hargreeves nonsense. Especially those fucking Swedes.

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my pronounce are she/her and I’m bi. I’m 5’4 with medium length dark blonde hair that’s always pretty much untameable. I’m and Aquarius. I’m really into astrology and that sort of things. I make taylor swift my whole personality tbh. I collect crystals and always carry at least one with me. addicted to black eyeliner. I consider myself to be and extrovert but my social battery runs out really fast. really obsessed with fashion and makeup. my clothing style is pretty much whatever I feel like wearing. I’m really loud and outgoing, but deep down I’m really anxious and insecure. I’m a professional over thinker. sleeping is my hobby. I love books but I’m a very slow reader. I adore watching movies and writing reviews. art is what keeps me going. I suck at any type of sports. I love food, cooking and baking is my love language. I’m a great example of what listening to Lana Del Rey at 12 can do to a person. oh and I love matcha.

If you’d pair me with a marauders era character I would be on cloud nine :))

congrats btw <3

A/N: you give off such iconic vibes very much lana del rey also literally same started listening to Lana perhaps a little too young now 5 years later mentally ill but living 😩 anyways i hope you like it <333

I ship you with remus lupin

- you and remus met at a crystal shop that sirius dragged him too ( remus loves crystals but will never admit it , he wont deny it either but he’ll never say it out loud for some reason)

- you guys were standing next to each other looking at the rose quartz and citrine that were next to each other . Thats when love story starts playing and you were internally fangirling. Little did you know so was remus well you were about to find out

Remus : oh i love this song * remus mutters almost talking to him self *

You : samee i love Taylor

Remus : * smiles at you * so do i

You and remus talk for about 30 minutes before he has to go but before he leaves he writes his number on the receipt( which not to get ahead of my self is framed in your guys future apartment along with the ticket stubs from the time you guys went to taylor swift concert )

-staying up late talking about astrology then moving on to the most bizarre topics >>>

- its quite funny actually cause remus is a introvert with a long social battery and your a extrovert with a short social battery....i guess opposites do attract

- late night baking with remus is a go to

Probably will end up in a flour fight and a few stolen kissed but it’s definitely fun and you guys love it

I ship you with Spencer

- you and spencer met at a book store

- you were sitting there for a little too long and he just walked up to you and asked “ are you alright”

You had to explain to him that your just a a slow reader and not like having a crisis (even tho a constant crisis is always a mood )

Spencer: oh sorry about that then

You : no no its no problem I appreciate you coming over to check on me

Spencer : * smiles * hey um ik i like came here and bugged you but would you maybe wanna go get coffee or something

You : make it matcha dr reid and you’ve got your self a deal

Spencer: *confused * wait how did you kn-

You : you have your badge on your bag * you smirk *

Spencer: *looks down at his bag * oh

You : * standing up from your seat * ready to go dr reid

Spencer: id love to but can i get your name first

You : its y/n

Spencer: thats lovely

- you guys drank your tea and had a conversation about your favorite art pieces ( foreshadowing for your second date which was a museum

- dropping off cookies and brownies to the bau team when they’re in the office is the best

- watching movies with Spencer but the end is just you guys critiquing them >>>>

- professional overthinker meet Spencer also a professional over thinker . (Communication is key with you guys but it’s definitely something thats easy to talk about since you both understand the feeling if being overwhelmed and racing thoughts

- no matter how bad you feel that day Spencer is always there to remind you how beautiful, gorgeous, hot and amazing you are

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aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide · 3 years

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Not Exactly a Masterlist

I'm way too lazy to create a functioning Masterlist the way they are intended to be made. However, I decided I would make a list of my works, grouped by Ship. I can assure you, they are all available on my AO3 and/or my FF.net, which both use my same pen name. Any questions, don't hesitate to hit my Asks! 🙂

- All my fics are ultimately MA/explicit! (Except for a few Drabbles), unless otherwise specified -

Bensler/EO

Silent Nights are Overrated (xmas fic, very fluffy)

Fractured Legacy (multi chapter post-ep that begins at "Lunacy," canon compliant)

Talisman (multi chapter casefile fic that is my original interpretation of how the EO reunion could have gone)

Blood Rush (post-ep/reimagining of how "Shadow" ended)

A Happy Accident (mid-ep for "Torch")

Concessions (post-ep for "Spooked")

Throwing Punches (mid-ep for "Fat")

An Equal and Opposite Reaction (post-ep for "Swing")

What These Boots Were Made For (mid-ep for "Shadow")

Into Wonderland (post-ep/reimagining for the end of "Lunacy")

Ask Me Anything (inspired by another fic) **WIP

Architecture (SVU x OC in response to the Parallel Universe scene)

Journey's Start: Season's Meetings (SVUxOC, Home for Christmas request)

Incendiary (snowed in with only a fireplace, Holiday Bingo 2023)

Rolivia

Diverge (multi chapter casefile fic)

Reclaimed (post-ep for "Forgiving Rollins")

Distorted Connections (Liv knows Amanda is sleeping with Amaro)

Temporary Insanity (post-ep for "Sunk Cost Fallacy") **includes Cabenson

Eight Days a Week, including:

- Volunteer Hours, Oh Captain My Captain, Million Dollar View, There Were Two in the Bed, First Aid, Bringing the Heat, Flashover, Sun Burn, Taste, Breaking and Entering, Timeless, Bubbly, Ticket to Ride, Of Tents and Tensions, Shoot Your Shot, Full, Vibing, Batteries Not Required, One Rolled Over, Between Looking and Seeing, In the Pink, No Vacancy, Deliquescence, Helter Swelter, Souvenir, Divine Altars, Pandora's Tickle Trunk, Cheer up Checkup, Amanda and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Birthday, T'was the Night Before Grinchmas, The Only Fool Riding, A Lack of Restraint, It's Greek to Me, Point/Counterpoint, Sweetest Tongue, Wildest Wolf, Split Hand Surrender, Some Advice, Unplanned Sequel, Pulling Rank

Not Once (Liv has never been with a woman)

After a Pause (post-ep for "Chasing Demons")

A Marry Christmas (Christmas proposal fluff and smut)

Cabenson

Flex (drabble)

By the Short Hairs (drabble)

Evocations (multi chapter, canon compliant relationship fic)**WIP

Coronation (smut)

Betting Against the Spread (smutty smut) **includes Bensler/Elliot Stabler

Deconstructing Venus (somnophilia smut)

Burning Bright (holiday smut)

Before the Stroke of Twelve (NYE smut) **includes shades of Bensler/Elliot Stabler

Buzzer Beater (Kinktober request, Almost Getting Caught)

Rolivia + Barson

The Plea Deal

The Scales (pegging)

Discipline (authority roleplay)

Internal Reprimand (caught in the Act)

Nice and Naughty (Barba plays Santa)

Barson

Winning Streak (femDom, pegging, CBT)

Double Entendre (Ugly Christmas Sweater Xmas Bingo request)

Benovak (Olivia x Casey)

Fast Pitch (outdoor sex)

Law & Order: Organized Crime Universe (Various)

Fucking Accusations (smut & angst, M/M Elliot x Reggie Bogdani)

Duality of (a) Woman (holiday fluff x The Bell family)

The Frosty Snow Men (holiday fluff & smut, M/M Elliot x Reggie Bogdani)

Goreames (Bobby Goren/Alex Eames)

Law and Order: Criminal Intent

Forever & No Time at All (post-ep for Siren Call that also covers the events of Blind Spot, angst and smut)

Constant Craving (post-ep for Jones, oral sex)

current as of: 04.28.24

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Bad Decisions _ part 4

read previous parts from here / part 5 here

Pairing : Reggie Kray x OC

Warning : violence, implied domestic abuse, sex, implied rape, rape?

Summary : some just like it rough

Gif : full credit to the creator @franckcastlesgirl

Note : this is for you who wanted a new part of this story, whoever you are. No idea if it is what you expected though. I'm better at having sex than writing it, which is a good thing irl, so anticipated apologies if it sounds awkward in any way.

Hope you enjoy your reading anyway.

It was like a game To the one who pushes the other one to the end, and Steven wins most of the time.

He knew her well; he knew how to keep her on the wire, the limit that separates fear and satisfaction. This demarcation was very slim for Juliet. He tilted her to one side then to the other, constantly threatening her, and then reassuring her, telling her that she had always been a degenerate and that he was the only one who could understand her. And she had believed him until the day he wanted to share her. The humiliation was too great. Driven by anger, she finally found the courage to leave.

He had always had an ascendancy over her though. He too was very attractive, tall with a broad chest, light hair and a laughing and reassuring face. Nobody could have imagined what a manipulative monster was burying under his apparent sympathy. Like Reggie Kray.

So when she saw her husband in front of her door, it seemed to her that all her blood had frozen in her veins. How did he find me?

The sound of the doorbell pulled her out of her torpor. Confused thoughts began to cross her brain and emotions overwhelmed her body as she realized that it could not be Steven, he had taken the key with him before going out. And if it was him?

It rang again. Juliet took a deep breath and stood up. Smoothing her hair with trembling hands, she avoided crossing her reflection in the mirror adorning the wall of the entrance. She already knew what she looked like after a night like this, she had seen the bruises on her arms, and the pain on her cheekbone indicated that it was probably more reddish than her natural complexion

She unlocked the latch and opened the door, revealing only one side of her face, the good one.

With raised eyebrows and lowered face, her visitor raised a mischievous smile towards her, which faded away as he noticed the fleeting glance that greeted him. His eyebrows then frowned in a questioning pout.

"What's going on, Juliet?" asked Reggie Kray.

Juliet's more and more sonorous breaths as she stared at the floor were her only answer.

He reached out an arm and pushed the door slightly away, revealing her swollen face entirely. From interrogative, his expression became inquisitive. He advanced, imposing his broad shoulders into the door frame, and lifted her face with one hand under her chin.

"Who did this to you?" He asked sternly at the shameless face of Juliet. Part of her wanted to believe that the tension she felt thickening was not addressed to her, but a menacing gleam in his eyes raised some doubts.

"Who ?" He repeated in a deep voice, tightening his fingers on her chin, summoning her to answer. "My husband, he found me ..." she murmured, fearing that saying it too loudly unleashed his anger. "I don't know how..."

"Where is he ?" he interrupted coldly. Juliet scanned his eyes before answering; trying to figure out what he was going to do with this information. His eyes were narrowed and fixed, and his eyebrows contracted, forming a crease above his nose. His breathing was calm and controlled, but the control he exerted over his body somehow made her think of the calm before the storm. Steven was going to spend a hard time.

"At the pub, the Elliot's, why?" She said finally, without taking her eyes off him. His fingers relaxed on her face as well as his eyes, and a soft smile stretched his lips, although the rest of his body still seemed tense.

"I'm just going to talk to him, Juliet," he said softly, stroking her neck with his fingertips. "You stay here." He finished a little more firmly.

He did not bother to ring this time and drummed violently against the door. Hardly had she unlocked the latch that he burst open.

Just avoiding the door, she pulled back quickly and looked at him, dumbfounded. Streaks of his gummed hair, usually perfectly coiffed backwards, fell on his forehead. The knuckles of his fists were bloody and his white shirt studded with blood.

"My God ... what happened?" She asked in a breath under her hands, her eyes panicked.

He walked towards her, slamming the door behind him, anger distorting the pretty features of his face, usually so smooth.

"He fucked you?" he asked in a harsh voice. Juliet froze, incredulous. "What?" "Did he fuck you?" He repeated, raising his voice.

"But ... it's my husband ..." she stammered. Of course he had fucked her, and hit her too, much more brutally than before. It was her punishment and she deserved it.

She had thought of Reggie when Steven took her, and she liked that. Steven had probably not hesitated to mention it to taunt Reggie during their conversation.

Reggie closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. Confirming her fears, when he reopened them, his eyes were even darker than before. His jaw tightened conspicuously as he continued to move on her, his shoulders hunched and his arms spread. He looked like a bull about to charge, his eyes fierce and his lips rolled up.

Juliet tried to retreat when he approached, but her knees refused to obey. He was so scary, like a wave threatening to burst on her.

He grabbed her by the arms, painfully squeezing her shoulders, and pulled her back in spite of herself. He smelled of sweat and rage, his gaze was tetanizing, she was nothing but a doll of rags in his hands.

"He's nothing for you anymore." He said in an almost white voice, stabbing each word.

Something terrible had happened, and it was coming too, something terrible and immoral, she could feel it in the air, in the almost animal smell that Reggie emanated.

While the most perverted part of her exulted, Juliet did not realize that she had stopped breathing. "You're mine, you hear me? I don't share my property!" he spat, shaking her roughly.

He pushed her away, and she hit the dining table behind her.

The gesture was too fast, she did not see Reggie's hand arrive before it hit her cheek hard. The contact was scathing, her skin flared and her head was thrown to the side.

"No one else will fuck you anymore." he said with clenched teeth, turning her over. With his whole body, he pressed her against the table and forced her to extend her bust on it. Her face was almost crushed against the hard wood of the furniture, regardless of the blows already received. Her hands next to her head tried to push her body upward but, with one hand on the back of her neck Reggie held her firmly, his fingers tightening her neck hard.

He breathed loudly, louder and louder as his rage became excitement, or the two had always been mingled with him. She felt the pressure of his pelvis against her buttocks. He barely moved away from it to lift the bottom of the dress she was wearing with his free hand, in sudden gestures. He pulled her panties unceremoniously, the elastics printing on the skin of her thighs as he descended, emitting low grunts of satisfaction to see her exposed.

Small metallic tingling told her that he was undoing his belt. She closed her eyes, not daring to say a word, still sounded by the slap Reggie had given her. Her brain seemed overwhelmed by the situation, making her unable to make a decision. Should she scream, fight? Was it going to make him even more furious or curb him?

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted when Reggie's bust fell heavily on her back. "That's what you wanted from the beginning, huh?" he hissed near her face. "I know so ... Say it. Say it and I'll be nicer."

Juliet did not detect any intention of sweetness in his voice but she wanted to try it. However, all her body was boiling from the inside, feeling rubbing against her cunt his erected and hard shaft, and the damn demon who whispered from inside her head: you don't want it nice, you want it exactly like that. The inherent battle raging again in her head, her mouth emitted a sound, a hoarse and uncontrolled moaning that escaped from her.

"That's what I thought, honey." He snarled, straightening himself up.

His words barely out of his mouth, Reggie grabbed his cock and thrust it into her, striking her buttocks in a snap, the shock squeaked the wooden feet of the table. A scream strangled in Juliet's throat as all the muscles in her body contracted, shaking her outstretched legs. She felt him withdraw and force again inside her entry, just as hard, with a hoarse groan, his hand tightening around her neck and the other gripping and squeezing between his fingers the soft flesh of her ass.

"You like it when it's hard, right? You got that slutty thing in your eyes, you begged me for this" he whispered in a sulphurous tone.

A simple pinch between her legs became a burning sensation as Reggie swept the delicate flesh of her inside, already abused by her husband during a good part of the night. He was hitting her from behind, slamming his pelvis against her. Her breath was short and her throat began to produce uncontrolled complaints that added to Reggie's rumblings.

He released the hold on her neck and grabbed her hair. She gave a cry of surprise as he pulled her head back, forcing her to lift her chest off the table, lifting up one of her legs and resting her knee on the rickety table. He squeezed the top of her thigh tightly, pressing his fingers into the flesh.

Thus spread out, a wave of shame and heat overwhelmed her body. She was boiling and sweating, her hands slipping on the wood covered by the dampness that her body produced. Reggie pounded her harder, his groans getting closer and louder. His thrusts increased in power, thrilling the envelope of her whole body.

Juliet could no longer restrain her moans, interrupted by the thrusts that hammered her without interruption, her hands clutching frantically Reggie's wrist holding her hair. His body suddenly tense against her, he belched, "Fuck...yeah..." His hands clutched at her hips, holding her pelvis as he pounded her in short and hard jerks while cumming.

He quickly withdrew, getting dressed while catching his breath. Watching Juliet do the same, her back turned, he stepped on her, clutching his chest against her back, looking at her face over her shoulder.

"You forgot your coat yesterday." He said with a smile.

The face still flushed, Juliet looked up at him. He had put his hair back in place and his face and voice had regained their velvet. Only the traces of blood on his shirt and his hands clashed with the calm found.

"You'll have it tomorrow night ..." he said, leaning down, softly kissing her lips, "... when I'll take you to dinner."

>Read Part 5 here

My stories Masterlist here if you wish to read something else!

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