#ruke

[fleursfairies]

luke and reggie singing into the same mic, noses basically touching, while making eye contact the entire time was actually insane

[iamfarfromvibingrightnow]

queers watching other queers perform thus resulting in them falling in love my beloved

[a-big-chicken-nerd]

casting RAIN

[rukeiiii]

still hating on the fact that netflix cancelled jatp. a show that had multiple awards, top 1 show multiple times, AND was most liked tv show on netflix from 2020-2021. another thing i hate abt netflix is the fact they're still continuing badass shows like 'cocomelon' or 'gabby's dollhouse'. STOP. and please don't tell me otherwise.

[daintyduck99]

“Are you actually blushing?” “No! Shut up.” for the Luke ship of your choice!

“Why are we here?”

Luke keeps scanning the bar, looking for a head of glossy black hair or a crooked smile. He shushes Alex.

“That's not—” Alex starts, only to sigh when Luke begins to drag him through the crowd of other twenty-somethings.

Reggie's wedged in the corner, playing on his phone. There's a guitar case under the table—different than the one he'd used last time, even at a glance.

Is there any instrument he can't play?

Alex nudges Luke. He jolts, then carefully doesn't look at Alex.

Luke clears his throat. “Hey—”

“Luke!” Reggie gestures wildly for them to sit down. “Are you playing?”

Luke returns Reggie's easy grin. He's still not looking at Alex. “Not tonight.”

Reggie’s smile morphs into a smirk.

“So you're here just for me?”

Luke's mouth works without sound as he grapples to get words out.

“That's—I also—where's Bobby?!”

Reggie laughs warmly, knocking his arm against Luke's. “He's at the bar.”

“I'm also here,” Alex says dryly before Luke can fumble to explain why he didn't see Bobby. “I'm Alex.”

Reggie turns to Alex excitedly.

“Oh, you're the drummer best friend!”

Alex huffs a laugh. He likes Reggie already; Luke can tell.

“That's me. And you? I assume Luke's trying to recruit you—”

“And Bobby!” Luke adds quickly. “I could've sworn we talked about this.”

Okay, so maybe Luke meant to talk to him about it. Them stopping here tonight was a little spur of the moment.

But it's the thought that counts, right?

Reggie introduces himself to Alex. Bobby returns before long, with a mixed drink for himself and a water for Reggie. Alex likes him too, and Luke smiles to himself as they talk about some sport thing that's happening.

“Think I could convince you to play?”

Luke startles. Reggie’s voice, his breath, is right in Luke's ear, and it sends a shockwave down his spine.

He swallows. “Um. Probably. Why?”

Reggie laughs quietly, low and warm.

“Because I want you, too. Won't you?”

Luke's brain is melting. It's—no one like Reggie has ever flirted with him so sincerely before. It's kind of unreal.

“What guitar ‘ve ya got?” he manages.

“An acoustic. Does that work for you?”

“Yeah,” he says dumbly. “For sure.”

Reggie hums. His lips graze Luke's ear.

“We're on soon then, sweetheart.”

He pulls away before Luke can reply.

“I'm grabbing more water, anyone else want anything?”

Luke's warm all over as he watches him leave.

Alex obscures his view, smiling smugly.

“Dude. Are you actually blushing?”

“No!” Luke hisses. “Shut up.”

Alex rolls his eyes. “Relax. Bobby's playing on his phone. It's not like he's blind to what's happening, anyway.”

“That's—”

“And,” Alex continues, “I'm just intrigued. You hardly ever blush.”

Luke shrugs, even though it's true.

Alex hums knowingly. “He must be good, huh?”

Luke splutters, “I don't—I wouldn't—”

“His playing, Luke.” Alex smirks. “Although for you, I guess it's one and the same—”

“Would you shut the fuck up?”

“Maybe I would,” Alex says snarkily, “if you'd bother to tell me things.”

In Luke's defense, things have been happening really fast, but Reggie’s back before he can really say more.

But it all works out in the end, and their new band and his boyfriend are both good.

[wr0temyway0ut]

Opposites Attract

Inspired by this poll by @animentality

[lvkereggie]

“you are so lucky you can play bass” JUST KISS ALREADY🗣‼️

[binders-and-beanies]

The Wonder Years - Living Room Song // You're the Reason I Don't Want the World to End

[randomshit657]

Luke - And I keep trying to tell Reggie I'm in love with him, but he's so damn dense and he never notices when I flirt with him.

Reggie - …when did you meet someone else named Reggie?

[fleursfairies]

i really dont need some extravagant 100k word fanfiction with slow burns and angst

all i need is a small 1k word fic where they are sitting on the floor of their childhood bedroom with dust particles seen through the golden sun shining through the window. i need a first kiss, someone walking in unexpectedly, cracking a joke, then a sweet scene of them saying "about time 💀"

thats really all i ask for

[colliebroccoli]

Reggie the Bicon

[invisibleraven]

Holding hands in packed areas / Peterpatter

"Why are we at the mall again?' Luke whined. "You know I hate this place."

"Well for one you said you needed to go to Guitar World, which is here," Reggie said, ticking it off on his fingers. "And secondly it's Midnight Madness today, which means sales which means we can get a lot of holiday shopping done while avoiding the craziness of Black Friday."

"You mean Black Friday is worse?" Luke squeaked, scooting closer to Reggie as they maneuvered through the crowds.

"So much worse."

"Well we are avoiding here like the plague then," Luke said. "Let's get in and out as fast as we can."

"You know we're hitting Guitar World last right? We'd spend all day there if we went there first," Reggie said.

Luke grumbled but nodded, sliding closer to Reggie, and grabbed his hand. "So we don't get separated."

Reggie bit back a smile, tangling their fingers together. It was rare that Luke engaged in even the simplest public display of affection. It wasn't that he was ashamed of their relationship, far from if the number of love songs he had written were any indication.

But Luke preferred for them to be more private, and Reggie was fine with that. He didn't need Luke to smother him in kisses for him to know how he felt.

However... it felt kind of nice to walk hand in hand through the throngs of people. He squeezed Luke's hand, offering him a smile as they went from store to store, gathering items for each of their friends. Never letting go even as they were laden down with bags.

"Are we done yet?" Luke whined. "My feet are starting to hurt."

Reggie looked over their spoils. "We have everybody done, so we can go get food and then head to Guitar World if you want."

"Can we get pretzels?" Luke asked.

Reggie laughed. "Of course we can."

So off they went, still hand in hand, only letting go to get into the truck-but if Luke took Reggie's hand as they drove, well he was okay with that. This was just for them, but maybe, just maybe, it could be something they did more often.

And Luke was okay with that-even if he still hated the mall.

[rukeiiii]

if i got one wish, i'd wish for jatp 2.

[daintyduck99]

Always a sucker for an accidental first kiss for Reggie/anyone?

“You know,” Reggie says teasingly, “if you wouldn't whine so much, we'd probably be done with all of these problems already.”

It's true. They've been sprawled on Luke's bed with their math books for an hour, and he's ranted more than he's let Reggie explain. Not that Reggie really minds—he loves being here—but it would be nice to do something else with their afternoon.

Luke scowls, just like Reggie knew he would. It's too soft to be a real scowl—it's more of a pout, really. Luke likes to put on a bit of a show. He always has, but it's worse now, now that he has those muscles and that fringe and—

Well, he's always had the eyes. The smile.

It's just that everyone else notices now.

Reggie pushes those thoughts down, along with the twinge in his chest, and tunes back in as Luke tries for sympathy.

“Come on, Reg. I didn't say a single thing during class, I deserve to complain about it now. Aren't you proud of me, anyway?”

“Mhm. Congrats on not getting detention.”

Luke huffs, but it holds a hint of laughter, and he smiles as he jostles Reggie. “I can't help it. I hate this stuff, you know? You're the only thing that makes it bearable.”

Reggie flushes, jostling Luke back in the hopes that he won't notice. “Flatterer.”

Luke's eyes narrow, which is all of the warning Reggie gets before he pounces.

“Take the compliment!”

Reggie shakes his head, too focused on flipping them to speak, but it doesn't last.

They're rolling all over their math notes as they wrestle, yelping and laughing, and Luke's eyes shine. He's sure that he'll win.

He finally manages to get Reggie pretty well pinned, and he grins, triumphant.

“Got you.”

Reggie lifts his chin defiantly—

Just as Luke's ducking his head to say something else. Their lips catch like lightning, twin points of fleeting electricity before the shock jolts them apart—

Well, their mouths, anyway. Luke's still laying on top of him, and Reggie swallows.

He has no hope of hiding his flush now. He simply stares at Luke, wide-eyed, heart hammering in his throat.

Luke exhales. He runs his tongue along his lip, and his eyes are hooded when Reggie forces himself to meet them again.

“Reg,” Luke says, “can I kiss you again?”

He nods, unable to believe—any of this.

But he knows, as their lips connect and sparks ignite beneath his skin, that this is real.

Needless to say—their homework doesn't get done.

[bbreaddog]

It’s the morning after a wild New Year’s Eve party and there are quite a few regrets. . . .writer's choice for characters! ^_^

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Thanks for your one-and-a-bit-years’ long patience on this 😩 I’m so excited to finally, FINALLY share this with you!!

(Prompt from this post. Thanks @noworneverphantom and @1mnobodywhoareyou for beta-ing)

AND NOW, THE FIC (M rating, 2.1k words):

Anyone who thinks having your ears assaulted with the incessant blaring of a dawn break alarm is a great way to start the day is a damn liar.

He slaps his hand over the bedside table blindly until he finally hits the offending object. The noise stops. He flops over onto his stomach.

It’s 7am, January 1st. Fantastic information for someone who actually cares. Not him, though.

His body, however, does. Five hours is not nearly enough to… Well, five hours is not enough. Celebratory drinks on New Year’s Eve can be fun! He just forgets about the part where he has to wake up with the consequences.

He yawns, jaw aching with the stretch, and ribs protesting with the expansion of his breath. Something twitches under his palm. It kinda tickles. He sniffs.

A moment passes. There’s another twitch, then a quiet squeak.

Oh, Reggie thinks. He should probably move in case it’s a rat or something. But lifting his arm suddenly feels like lifting a boulder that’s been superglued to the ground. He sighs. It would be so easy to give up right now.

So he does.

It’s not a big deal. He could probably handle having a little rat friend. Besides, rats are cute. And if his parents didn’t let him have a hamster back in high school—well, now he can have–

An annoyed grumble. Reggie screws up his face. That’s a loud fucking rat, probably one that won’t be much fun to take care of, actually.

So Reggie, still half-asleep and hungover to all hell, makes a decision that any other responsible adult in his situation would make:

He’s going to grab the little guy.

Reggie’s fingers slowly draw in. His eyebrows furrow. It’s something smooth, and a little more triangular than the rat-shape he was expecting. Not that he’s one to body shame.

Experimentally, he squishes it.

There’s a splutter, then–

“Ow!” Reggie whines when his hand gets slapped away.

“Dude, what the hell?”

Reggie’s eyes snap open, sunlight stinging before he can smack a hand over them. “What the hell?” he parrots.

“Lemme breathe.”

“Okay,” Reggie croaks, a little hysterically. “Yeah, sure. W-what are you doing in my bed, though?”

From the other side, Luke snorts. “S’my bed, dude.”

No, it’s not, Reggie wants to say. Because that would be stupid. Being in Luke’s bed would be stupid. Reggie knows that, and Luke has to know that. They’re in a band together! A band where they’d all agreed to never shoot their shot within the group.

More specifically, Reggie had promised both Julie and Alex separately that he won’t get caught up in his long-standing crush on Luke, and that he definitely won’t end up in Luke’s bed. It’s too risky.

So this can’t be Luke’s bed, Reggie thinks, because then we would be in big trouble.

There’s some shuffling beside him, followed by a deep sigh. Reggie peeks through the gap between his fingers. Luke’s eyes are closed, the crease of his brow just smoothing out. Reggie watches Luke’s mouth soften, lips parting slightly, his breaths returning to slow waves. He looks so peaceful.

Just as the thought occurs, Reggie huffs out a small laugh. “Thought you were a rat,” he murmurs.

Luke doesn’t reply. Reggie shuts his eyes again.

So maybe he’s thought about this before, waking up next to Luke all soft and rumpled. Maybe it’s a daydream he likes to revisit regularly. So what? Sue him. It’s not like he’d say no given the chance.

Besides, he seems to recall only saying that he won’t end up in Luke’s bed, so… yeah. He just has to verify that he’s in his own bed, and they’ll be fine. Probably.

Reggie rolls over gingerly, cracking open an eyelid to squint through the bright morning haze. It’s hard to tell whose room it is at a glance when the layouts are so similar:

There’s a wooden desk shoved into a corner at the other end of the room, the chair pulled out to accommodate the mountain of clothes dumped on it; an acoustic guitar sits beside the tallboy, occupying the only section of the floor that’s ever seen the light of day. Speaking of light, why is it so fucking bright?

Reggie props himself up with one elbow, then braves a look at the source of light.

Of course, he groans. The blue curtains hanging over the window are, for some godforsaken reason, open—pushed to the sides, allowing the morning sun to flood the room.

Sure! Reggie thinks. That’s not even the worst part about it, so why not? The only thing that could possibly be worse than this is if Julie and Alex were here pointing at the curtains themselves; because the curtains in Reggie's room are red.

“Fuck,” Reggie moans, letting his eyes fall shut.

If there’s one thing Luke’s good at, it’s persuading Reggie to do things. Stupid things that will get them into stupid trouble.

Maybe they could say it was just a sleepover? Nothing had to have happened between them. Just a couple of bros sharing a bed. It’s winter, it’s cold. Saving on heating bills. Something like that. That sounds reasonable enough, yeah?

He looks back at Luke, and yeah, okay. That’s great, actually—Luke’s not wearing a shirt. That’s… fine. Luke’s fine. Like, really fine.

Getting off track. It’s fine! They’ve all seen Luke waltzing around without a shirt before. Hell, even if he was wearing one, half the material would be gone along with the sleeves. So the story could still pass. This is nothing new.

What is new, to Reggie’s horror, is the massive purple bruise blooming on the side of Luke’s neck. Reggie does not squeak. How did he miss that? It’s huge!

Don’t panic, Reggie tells himself, panicking. There could be any number of reasons why there’s a hickey the size of a golf ball on Luke’s neck. Probably just as many as for why they’ve woken up in the same bed.

Reggie can think of exactly one.

Alex is gonna be so mad. Julie is gonna be so mad.

He swallows. It’s fine, he tells himself, like it’ll be real if he keeps saying it. Maybe this could be salvageable somehow. If they’re sticking with the sleepover thing (which he’ll talk to Luke about… probably), then he should check that they’re wearing clothes. That would make it more plausible. Hopefully.

The back of his neck prickles with sweat, and he suddenly wishes the thought never occurred to him. Now he can’t stop thinking about Luke laying beside him, naked. He can’t stop thinking about Luke seeing him naked. Reggie bites his lip. This is a bad idea. Maybe he can just roll over and go back to sleep and he’ll wake up from this dream.

Except, Reggie has never been one to deny his curiosity, even if it does trap the rat, or however the saying goes. He inhales sharply.

Careful not to disturb Luke, Reggie slowly lifts up the edge of the covers. He takes in a quiet breath and, before he can psyche himself out, leans down to take a peek.

He slaps a hand over his mouth.

We’re gonna die, Reggie thinks, heart pounding in his chest. Alex and Julie are gonna kill us, and we’re gonna die.

“Luke,” Reggie says, nudging him with the back of his hand. “Luke. Luke.”

“What?”

Reggie bites his lip. He has to be smart about this. Although he doesn’t know how smart he can be with this headache swooping back in. “Do you, uh, usually sleep naked?”

Luke snorts. Reggie’s face heats up. “Yeah,” Luke says.

Reggie’s pulse quickens. “So this is normal?”

“Yeah,” Luke says again, slower this time, an unreadable look on his face.

“In– in the middle of winter?”

“What are you, my mom?”

Reggie squeaks. “I-I just mean, like– what if– what if someone else is in your bed?”

Luke blinks. His lips curl up into a smirk.

“Well,” he drawls, propping himself up on an elbow. “Seems like you already know the answer to that.”

“I-I mean–” Reggie stammers, cheeks growing hot. “You could’ve at least– put some pants on, or, or… um…” he trails off, watching Luke’s eyes rake down his chest and slowly drag them back up again. When their eyes meet, Luke slips his tongue out to wet his lips. Reggie’s skin prickles.

“Now, why would I want to do that if the clothes are just gonna come right off again?”

Reggie has never claimed to have a strong resolve. They don’t make it out of bed for a while.

———

“What the hell is that?” Alex demands.

Act casual. Be natural.

”Yeah, Reg,” Luke smirks. Reggie’s blood runs cold. “What the hell did you do to me?”

Alex rounds on him. “You did this?”

“Did what?” comes Julie’s voice, and Reggie instinctively scans the studio for cover. Julie stops in the doorway, staring at Luke. “What the hell is that?” she asks, tone measured.

“That’s what I said,” mutters Alex.

Reggie glances at Luke, who’s still proudly parading the massive hickey on his neck like it won’t get them murdered. Reggie resists the urge to put his face in his hands and scream.

Julie looks between Luke’s smug expression and Reggie’s guilty-puppy eyes, and Reggie can pinpoint the exact moment it clicks.

“Oh my god, what did we say about hooking up within the band?!”

“Felt fucking good, though,” Luke says with a sly smile. “Reggie’s mouth–”

“Absolutely not,” Julie cuts in, holding up a hand. “I never, in a billion years, want to hear about what happened between you and Reggie’s mouth. Gross.”

“Yeah,” Alex says, raising a pocketed hand. “Me too.”

Reggie’s face grows hot. Hell could open up a trap door to a thousand spikes underneath him right now and it would suck less.

“I’m gonna need a moment,” Julie announces. “You two–” she points between Luke and Reggie “–behave. I’ll be back.”

Reggie hangs his head, shame creeping up the back of his neck. He hates disappointing people, least of all Julie Molina. Now the fate of his spot in the band, and probably his friendship with Julie, is doomed.

He hazards a glimpse at Luke. He actually looks sorry now that Julie’s out of sight.

Alex sighs and turns to them, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Alright, Alex, go ahead,” Luke grumbles. “We know you’ve got something to say.”

Alex watches them carefully for a beat before opening his mouth. “Okay, I don’t wanna say I told you so–”

“Yes, you do,” Reggie mumbles.

“Yes, I do,” Alex concedes, shutting his eyes for a second. “But I won’t, because I know you know you messed up. Okay, we all agreed this wouldn’t happen. I’ve kept up my end of the deal. Julie’s kept hers…” He trails off, shrugging. He doesn’t need to say it, but Reggie can practically hear it. Why was it so hard for you to do the same?

Reggie looks at Luke, then back to Alex before dropping his gaze. He’s just about to open his mouth to apologise when the door creaks open.

“Okay,” Julie breathes, carefully closing the door behind her and stepping into the space. “Now that I’m over the initial shock of…” She gestures vaguely at Luke and clears her throat. “I’ve given it some thought, and I’ve decided…” She looks between Luke and Reggie, biting her lip nervously. “We can make an exception here,” she says finally.

“Wait, seriously?” Luke and Alex say in unison. They grimace at each other.

Julie stares. “Okay… anyway,” she says. “Yes, I am serious. Just as long as the two of you—Luke and Reggie—can keep it professional when we’re together as a band.”

“Yeah,” Alex agrees. “We don’t want personal stuff to get in the way of how we work, right?”

Reggie could almost cry with relief, wrapping his arms around Julie in a tight hug with an earnest “Thank you!” before releasing her so Luke can do the same.

With the air cleared, they disperse to set up for the day. Luke bumps his hip against Reggie and throws him a wink. Reggie blushes despite himself.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Julie pipes up. “In case it wasn’t clear enough: no hooking up on band time. Got it?”

Reggie straightens up and salutes her. “Yes, ma’am!”

He hears Luke laugh next to him. “You got it, boss,” he says.

Julie rolls her eyes fondly, and returns to setting up her keyboard stand.

Reggie feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around, and Luke presses a quick kiss to his lips. It happens so swiftly that Reggie is left stunned; he stares wide-eyed after Luke, who’s already making his way toward his mic.

Somewhere behind him, Reggie hears Alex mutter, “Why do I have to be here?”

[fabulus-gayness]

Love it when the gays sharing one microphone and being so extra 🥰