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Just One More Thing

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.

A/N: requests are still closed forever! this is an exception for my love @darkacademicvibes as a thank you for being such a lovely friend 🥰 i hope i did it justice! WC: 1.7k

“I know you’re there.” You announce, eyes still closed as you lay under a tree by the Black Lake.

“That’s just creepy.” Remus comments, to which you snicker in amusement, finally peeking one eye open to smile up at him.

“Says the man silently watching me.” You fire back before closing your eyes once more.

Remus lets out an offended “Hey!”, making you giggle.

“You’re quite rude, you know?”

“I know.” You confirm, smiling up at him; eyes still closed as you soak in the warmth of the sun. “If you don’t like it, you can leave. But you won’t; you enjoy my company far too much.”

“Have you always been this arrogant?” He asks, cautiously stepping over your legs before sitting down and scooting closer to you.

“You’ve been here all of two minutes and have already insulted me three different times.” You inform him matter of factly. “I don’t like you today.”

“That’s alright,” Remus assures you. “I like you every day. Lift your head up.”

“Don’t want to.” You say simply, groaning in annoyance when he lifts it up anyway. Remus scoots over a tiny bit more and rests your head on his thigh. “Oh. That’s much better. Cheers.”

Remus huffs in amusement before running a hand through your hair, occasionally massaging your head.

“It’s the last day, Moony. I thought you and the lads would be executing a final prank or something.”

“They are.” He nods.

“Shouldn’t you be with them?” You ask curiously. “They’re your best mates.”

“Mm.” Remus shrugs casually, smiling down at you. “I’m fine here.”

Off in the distance, somewhere inside the castle, you hear an annoyed groan, followed by laughter.

You nod, grinning at Remus before turning to gaze at the Black Lake again. “I’m fine here too.”

“This is nice.” He murmurs after sitting in silence for a few minutes. He contemplates elaborating for just a moment before closing his mouth again. There’s no need to explain himself, not to you. You always know what he means.

“Yeah.” You agree, “I’m gonna miss this view.”

“Me too.” Remus sighs, eyes roaming over your features, desperately trying to memorize them.

“Are you done packing?” You ask curiously.

“Just about.” Remus confirms. “There’s just one more thing I need before I go…”

“Oh yeah? What is it?”

I need to get the girl, Remus thinks to himself. I need you.

“How about you? Are you done packing?” He asks instead, rolling his eyes at himself for chickening out yet again.

“Just about.” You mimick, smiling smugly at him. “I’ll finish tomorrow.”

“Why not tonight?” Remus asks, frowning when you stay quiet. “Y/N?”

“I’m taking the bedding with me.” You admit.

“What?” He asks with a shocked laugh.

“I’m taking the bedding with me.” You repeat with a firm nod. “If I pack it tonight, what will I sleep on?”

“Why in Godric’s name are you taking the bedding with you?” Remus questions.

“I like the color.” You shrug simply.

“The color?” Remus repeats incredulously. “Gryffindor red? That’s why you’re committing a felony? Y/N, you can buy red bedding anywhere.”

“It’s not a felony! It’s not worth that much… If anything, it’s a misdemeanor. Besides, they don’t sell it in that shade.” You argue. “I’ve checked.”

“Then dye it yourself.” He offers. “Or use a spell?”

“Too much work.” You frown. “Besides, it’s mine.”

“No it’s not.” Remus argues, causing your frown to deepen.

“It is!” You insist. “It’s been mine since first year. I’ve slept in it more than I’ve slept in my own bed at home. I can’t just leave it here. We’ve had so many good memories together…it’s a part of me!”

“So what are you gonna do? Just stuff it under your robes?” Remus questions, raising a brow at you.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Moony.” You scoff. “I’m gonna put it in my trunk.”

“You have a lot of clothes, though. Will it fit?”

“It doesn’t have a choice.”

Remus sighs before shaking his head affectionately at you.

“Come find me in the morning.” He finally says.

The request confuses you; or maybe it’s the softness in his voice.

“Why would I-“

“You’ll hurt yourself trying to shove all that bedding into a trunk that clearly doesn’t have any more room.” Remus interrupts.

You sheepishly smile up at him, confirming what he’s just said. You planned on packing the pillowcases in your backpack, but you were wondering how to get the duvet to fit anywhere.

“I’ll help you finish packing and then I’ll take your trunks down for you.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do all that…”

“I know. But I want to.”

You cast a quick glance at Remus and the way he’s looking at you suddenly has you feeling shy. You clear your throat and look away.

“I’ll bet you’re glad this is the last day, huh?” You tease, changing the topic. “It means you don’t have to take care of me anymore.”

“You make it sound as if it’s some chore.” Remus comments.

“Isn’t it?” You continue to joke.

“Of course not.” He frowns at you. “Aside from the lads, you’re the one who made school bearable for me.”

“What a compliment.”

“Shut up.” Remus laughs, shoving you lightly to which you giggle. “I mean it. Eating together in the great hall, studying for exams, detention, holding your hair back while you threw up-“

“Okay…” You groan, cheeks warming in embarrassment when you remember all the times you got absolutely shitfaced.

“-I enjoyed all of it.” Remus continues with a nod. “I… I enjoyed every moment with you.”

“Aw, Moony.” You coo. “I enjoyed every moment with you, too. You’re quite fun for a stick in the mud.”

“Oh really?” Remus taunts, tickling your sides as you squeal in laughter. “Stick in the mud, am I?”

“No, no! I was - I was only joking!” You plead, trying to grab his hand in an effort to stop the attack. “I’m sorry!”

After you’ve both calmed down from your laughing, you look over at Remus with a smile and sigh.

“I’m gonna miss you, Moony.” You admit.

“Me too, Y/N/N.” He nods, giving you a sad smile. “But we’ll still see each other…right?”

“Oh, obviously.” You agree. “Who else would I play wizard’s chess with? You’re the only one who’s any good.”

You sit in silence for a while before Remus finally, finally lets his deepest secret out.

“I like you.” He confesses softly, hand still running through your hair.

You freeze for only a moment before you nod your head that’s still sitting on his lap.

“I know.” You say simply. “I like you, too.”

“Y-You do?” Remus asks, heart thundering away in chest.

“Of course I do, silly.” You assure with a giggle, smiling up at him. “Wouldn’t be friends if I didn’t.”

“Yeah. Right. Friends.” Remus nods before shaking his head at himself. This is his last chance, he will not let it slip away.

“Actually no.”

“No?”

“That’s not what I meant. I mean, yeah, we’re friends and that’s great! But I… I fancy you…” Remus admits.

“You do?” You ask softly after sitting in silence for a minute.

“More than anything.” Remus breathes. “I’ve had a crush on you since fifth year.”

Feeling the weight of the conversation, you finally lift your head from Remus’ lap, sitting up and turning to face him.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” You ask.

All Remus can do is shrug.

“I was scared.” He tells you; and for some reason, it makes your laugh.

“What does the big bad wolf have to be afraid of?” You ask in between giggles.

“Rejection.” Remus says bluntly before he fully registers what you said. “Wait, are you actually joking right now?”

“I can’t help it. You make it too easy!” You defend before giving him a brilliant smile. “I have a crush on you too, by the way.”

Remus immediately perks up at that.

“Really?”

You nod your head and you don’t think you’ve ever seen Remus smile as much.

“Wow… Well that’s- that’s brilliant.” Remus stammers.

“Indeed.” You nod, using an exaggerated posh accent.

Remus rolls his eyes affectionately at you before they widen in realization.

“Do you- would you like to go on a date?” Remus asks. “Not tomorrow, obviously- because we’re graduating. But the day after?”

“I would love to.”

“We can grab lunch.”

“Okay.”

“Or go to the cinema.”

“Sure.”

“Maybe a museum?”

“Sounds fun.”

“Or you can pick something for us to do! I was just making suggestions. It’s not like I’m trying to control you or the relationship or anything. Are…we even in a relationship? Because I know we said-“

Without so much as a warning you lean forward and press your lips against Remus’, effectively shutting him up. He freezes for only a second before closing his eyes and tilting his head the tiniest bit, reveling in your pillowy soft lips, in the warmth of your hand on his neck, in the sweet scent of your perfume.

You pull away a moment later and shyly bite your lip as you await to see his reaction. After a few seconds, Remus flutters his eyes open, and looks at you as if he’s in a daze.

“You… You kissed me.” He says softly, almost as if he doesn’t quite believe it.

“I did.” You nod. “You’re very cute when you ramble but I could tell that you were spiraling. I figured I’d put you out of your misery.”

“I should ramble more often.” He mumbles.

“Shut up.” You laugh, pushing his shoulder lightly.

Remus grabs your hand and pulls you towards him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders when you’re close enough.

“You were too far.” He reasons when he saw the confused look you had. “I want you right here next to me.”

You nod your head with a bashful smile, snuggling into his side as you both continue to stare out at the Black Lake, taking it in for what very well might be the last time.

“Oh! You never told me that thing you still needed.” You remind him.

Remus just tightens his hold on you, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head.

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiles at you. “I already got it.”

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whoneedsname501 · 1 year ago

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Newt x reader Bridgerton AU. Reader, the diamond of the season, is the Duchess of Hastings. She wants to marry someone who likes her as a person and isn’t after her money. Newt, son of a widowed viscountess, needs to marry to save his family’s reputation because his sister Sonya was seen alone with her fiancé Lord Aris before they were engaged. The anonymous writer Lady Whistledown is Ava, a widowed modiste who has her nose in everyone’s business, and Aris is the only one who knows.

'foxes and hounds' - newt

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The start of a new social season, although intended, supposedly, to be a cause for joy, feels rather more like a fierce uprising of dread, not celebration. Across the ton, young maidens find themselves new entrees– or, entrants– to the marriage mart. This game of rings and dances, men with ambition and women with more, will end in blissful happiness or deepest discontent. And all will be witnessed by every worthy family from one corner of the country to the next.

If all goes according to plan, an eligible would-be bride will find herself engaged to a man she loves, a man in possession of a handsome fortune and a sterling reputation. If luck slips past her, she’ll settle for someone decent, or someone without any income at all. If nothing goes in her favor, her first year in society will not be her last as a single woman. She will have to repeat her attempt the next year, this time without the glimmering aura of a new arrival, and hope that something within her has changed enough to attract a proposal. Otherwise, she will sink to the bottom of the pile of dance cards, ignored, abandoned, and grown up into a spinster. All that hard work gone to waste.

You’ve heard many young women discuss the marriage mart with nothing short of absolute terror in their voices. A good opening season can seal a girl’s fate forever. Attracting the eye of a worthy man is an impossible task for all but the best of the rosebuds, or so it seems. Most of us will settle for something halfway decent– a tidy sum per annum but nothing extravagant, a man with casual disinterest but nothing harsh. Something that can be shaped into something good, or at least ignored in favor of not being alone. Such is the romance of a married life.

You, however, hope to extract a little more out of the whole affair. As the Duchess of Hastings, you have no need for money. A marriage would be nice, the final touch on the portrait of a successful lady, but you do not require the financial stability of a husband. You have plenty of money and plenty of friends. You will inherit your estate. If you look for a husband, you will look only for love.

One would think, then, that entering your first season among the eligible women of the ton would be bereft of the panic permeating through most of your friends in search of husbands. However, when you line up with the rest of the young women to be presented to the Queen at the start of the season, you find that it couldn’t be less true.

Your stomach is in knots, even as you sweep confidently through the corridor to wait outside the door. The white feather in your hair stands tall and proud. Your dress is crisp and finely stitched, the highest of fashion yet never gaudy. You attract stares wherever you go– from the other girls, envious and jealous and heartsick, from the men, longing and cutthroat and mercenary– but pretend they don’t phase you in the slightest. As duchess, you’ve had plenty of time to grow accustomed to onlookers. You won’t allow them to interfere with you on this all important day.

At last, your name is called, and you enter the throne room, your mother behind you. You keep your steps small but light, and seem to float towards your queen. When the time is right, you sink into an elegant curtsy. The moment seems to last forever, your knees bent, your hands shaking slightly, but when the queen calls you to stand, you look up to find her smiling benevolently at you.

“I believe I have found my diamond of the season,” she announces.

The room erupts in polite applause, and you do your best to smother a smile that’s entirely too giddy to be proper. As you retreat from the room, you gaze at the faces surrounding you, trying to remember which ones look genuinely happy for you and which seem to be identifying a prize pig for the slaughter. When the town gossips all gather later to share their thoughts on today’s proceedings, you’re certain that some of them will attempt to discredit you, saying that of course the queen would choose the duchess as her diamond, but you know just as well as all of them that you deserve the honor today. You were the best of everyone here, and it’s plain to see.

Among all of them, your gaze catches on a singular man, almost lost in the crowd from all the bodies packed together but no less entrancing. What strikes you the most is that his face seems kind, and his eyes sparkle with pride as they watch you go. Pride for you, for your accomplishments. As if he couldn’t be more delighted that you of all people were named the season’s diamond.

Then you’re gone from the room, and the kind man is no longer before you. Still, you puzzle over the encounter long after your carriage takes you home. You don’t believe you recognize him, but that doesn’t mean anything to sway you towards any decision. An image of the young man swims in your mind– short, dirty blond hair, an upturned mouth, dark eyes, his face almost spritely. Clever, for sure.

You know better than to mess with clever men. Clever men are the type to try and twist your mind, convince you that they only love you then attempt to make off with your money. You know full well what marriage to you will offer any would-be suitor. This season, you may be looking for affection, but every man in the room will be after your fortune. The task of finding someone who truly cares for you will be a difficult one indeed.

So, clever men or not, you’ll have to keep your heart under close guard. When the first ball of the season comes to be, you don one of your finest dresses, and firmly admonish yourself to be careful. The game of hearts is not one that you lose. Either you win, or you destroy yourself.

You time your arrival carefully, so as to make the best entrance, and your efforts are rewarded. From the moment you’re announced, all eyes turn to you. Were it not for your extensive experience with being scrutinized in the grand magnifying lens that is the ton, you’d be nervous to have that many people looking at you. Even still, you can’t pretend you don’t feel a small flutter in your stomach.

It gets easier once you sweep further into the room, once people start smiling at you again, when the conversation picks up and you’re asked for your first dance of the evening, which you accept. Your partner is a charming man named Minho– dark hair, witty eyes, an excellent sense of humor. He’s athletic and a decent dancer, and by the time the music stops, you’re back to your usual self again. You can’t stop yourself from mentally sizing up your dance partner. He seems nice, and you wouldn’t be bored around him, at least. His family owns land. Although he’s not of your precise social standing, few are, and he’s close enough to you that it would be a respectable match.

Still– still, you think to yourself, as you move away from the center of the floor once more to consider your dance card, it’s not quite enough. You want love, you want a spark, and you didn’t quite get that with Minho. There are plenty of eligible suitors here, though, and many more balls to come. You’ll have other opportunities to select a match.

A few dances later, though, your feet are beginning to feel heavy and you’re still no closer to finding someone of interest than you were at the start. A good lady of extensive training such as yourself should have no problem dancing the entire night through with a pleasant smile on her face, but you’re still human, still tired, and your charming demeanor is beginning to pinch at the seams before long.

The music for the latest dance ends, and you curtsy to your partner, praying silently that no one else will be looking to fill your dance card for the next rotation. However, when you turn around, you’re greeted with the sight of many anxious faces. Something inside you wilts, perhaps your endurance.

Before the mobs can descend upon you, however, a figure appears in front of you. You sigh in relief to see one of your closest friends, Miss Teresa Agnes. “Teresa! And here I thought I wouldn’t have a single good friend all evening.”

Teresa laughs, her dark hair shining. “I would never abandon you. Certainly not when our diamond is sparkling so spectacularly tonight.”

You smile at her. “I’m not the only one who’s sparkling, Teresa. You look lovely.”

“Thank you,” Teresa says sincerely. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to introduce someone to you. This is Viscount Newt, a good friend of mine. I met him through Thomas.”

You smile to yourself as Teresa turns to beckon someone towards you. Teresa has been harboring a not-so-secret admiration for Thomas since you were all small. This is her first season in the social circles, too, and if she doesn’t come out of it with a proposal from Thomas, you’ll think the sky has fallen. Even now, he’s watching her fondly from across the room, trying to pretend as if he isn’t pining madly while Minho teases him for it.

“Here he is at last,” Teresa says, and all of a sudden you can’t think about Thomas’ case of lovesickness for a second longer, because Teresa has brought her friend before you, and you know him. It’s the stranger from your presentation to the queen. The nice one, the clever one. The one that caught your eye, and then your imagination.

You curtsy automatically, and Newt bows. Once the two of you straighten up, you’re able to observe him more closely. You’d only gotten a fleeting glimpse earlier, but now you can drink in the sight of him, and you do. His eyes are dark, but catch the lights like stars. His mouth has a habit of twitching up at the sides, as if he’s always thinking of a joke but just barely managing to keep it at bay. When he looks at you, he really looks at you. You’ve been stared at all night by would-be suitors, but their gazes never went farther than surface level. Right now, it’s as if Newt can see through to your very soul, and most intimately of all, appreciates it.

Teresa gives you a confused look, and you realize you’ve been standing in silence for longer than is probably courteous. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you say.

“I must return the sentiment,” Newt returns. “Teresa has talked about you many times. I’ve been quite eager to meet you.”

“I hope I’m worthy of what she’s told you,” you say.

Newt smiles again. “I believe you’re even better than that,” he tells you.

Teresa is looking at you with an odd smile. “I believe I’d better let the two of you get to know each other, then,” she says, and sweeps away before you can stop her.

Newt laughs. “She’s been wanting to set us up for ages. For a friendship, I mean,” he breaks in hastily. “Apparently, she thinks we have a similar sense of humor.”

“I look forward to finding that out myself,” you smile.

Newt’s eyes flash with mirth again, delighting you. Behind you, the music picks up again. Newt extends a hand towards you. “Would you mind if I shared a dance with you? Unless, of course, you’d rather sit for a while.”

“I’d love to dance,” you say quickly, and it’s true. All of a sudden, the pain in your feet is gone, as if it had never existed at all.

Newt smiles and takes your hand to lead you to the dance floor. The orchestra begins its melody, and you start your dance. You make a mental note to ask Teresa a little more about Newt later; he dances like an aristocrat, but he speaks so freely to you. It’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced in a suitor before.

Newt arches a brow as he steps through the dance. “Sizing me up, are you? It may be improper of me to ask, but I do hope I’m meeting your requirements.”

Your cheeks heat up. “I’m simply appreciating your mastery of this dance. Nothing more.”

Newt laughs easily. “Of course not. It’s not as if everyone else here is doing the same thing right now. Every dance partner is a strategy meeting. In just a matter of minutes, you’ll walk away knowing if I am a worthy wager, and I will do the same. This ball is full of hounds and foxes, my lady. We all know our parts.”

You glance at him, feeling a curious grin tugging at your lips. “And which am I? Fox or hound?”

Newt returns your proud gaze. “I suppose we’ll find out at the end of the season, won’t we?”

You laugh, feeling oddly triumphant. Newt has this way about him that you find enchanting. It’s almost breaching impropriety with how candid he is around you, but it only makes you trust him more. The dance ends far sooner than you’d like. Newt relinquishes you to the storm of suitors outside, hopefully with just as much reluctance as you.

The rest of the night passes in a blur. Newt is truly the only one that stands out to you. You don’t have a chance to dance with him again, but you keep making eye contact as you dance with other partners. You can practically hear his clever words in your head, catching you in the act of evaluating the suitors in front of you. Fox or hound?

When the ball ends and you return to your carriage for the ride home, you’re blissful, practically dreamy. You’ve had enough time with Newt to dream about it until the next ball, where you’ll likely repeat the same cycle over and over again until the season ends.

However, your golden mood is shattered when your chaperone sits down across from you. Her face, by contrast, is twisted with disappointment. “Do you have any idea what sort of trouble you’re getting yourself into?” She asks once the carriage pulls away.

Still caught up in the heady dream of a merry boy who smiled the brightest when he danced with you, you don’t realize the trap descending around you until it’s too late. “What trouble?”

Your chaperone’s lips purse. “You’re meant to be dancing only with eligible gentlemen, my lady. I should hope that you’d be able to recognize the suitable candidates from the unseemly by now.”

The veil is pierced, and you’re beginning to be brought back to earth. “What are you talking about? I thought I made perfectly reasonable choices with my dance partners.”

Your chaperone shakes her head, a quick, sharp gesture. “All but one. Goodness, haven’t you heard about the trouble with that one family? I can’t believe Miss Agnes had the nerve to introduce him to you, but perhaps the fact that she’s so besotted with Lord Thomas is upsetting her mind.”

Your heart freezes in your chest. “You can’t mean to say that the Viscount is not a suitable bachelor? What else could he be?”

The other woman sighs. “You don’t know, do you? My lady, I would not interfere if I did not feel the need, but I can assure you, his motives with you are purely mercenary. That man is desperate for something to cover up the follies of his family, and you, my dear, are the perfect gilded shield.”

You feel cold. “What follies?”

“His sister, Miss Sonya, was seen alone with her fiance,” your chaperone murmurs at last. “Lord Aris. I would think you would have heard his name, although perhaps not connected it with Viscount Newt. Miss Sonya and Lord Aris were happily engaged, and by all accounts it was a fine union, but they were seen together without a chaperone past dark. Quite the scandal. The Viscount knows it and is eager to get the ton talking about anything but his sister’s misdeeds. Entering into a courtship with you would do just the trick.”

She’s right, and you know it, and you hate it. “He seemed so genuine,” you whisper, and instantly know how foolish it sounds.

Your chaperone, to her credit, is kind enough to take pity on you. “He did,” she tells you, “and you looked happy together. You would be less happy, however, when you found out the truth. I would rather you know now and stay away. Men like that are nothing but trouble.”

You nod solemnly, turning your head to watch the dark landscapes rumbling past. The sun is already beginning to rise, a hallmark of a late night out. It had been a beautiful night up until this, and now the entire evening is ruined in your mind.

“I feel for Miss Sonya,” you whisper. “She was already engaged. They were just talking.”

“She knows the rules of society, and so do you,” your chaperone reminds you. “We all have our roles to play.”

And the consequence of setting a foot outside your role is instant public mortification. Yes. What a forgiving world. You immediately plant your exhausted body in your bed when you return, hardly sparing the time to wash and dress, but the only things to bloom from your rest are troubled dreams of the boy that could have been yours. Now that you know the truth– that Newt was only trying to use you for a better reputation– every interaction with him is tainted.

You’d meant what you said in the carriage, though. You did think Newt was genuine. Hadn’t he laughed more than usual when he was with you? Hadn’t he regarded you with that fierce pride of his, as if he’d finally found a mind that was an equal to his? Hadn’t he watched you with something akin to jealousy when you danced with the other men that weren’t him?

Hadn’t you wished he would only dance with you? And don’t you wish that you could truly do what you promised yourself and marry only for love, never mind the rest? It is a simple dream to think that love is easy. Marriage is not simple, not in the ton, not in your lifetime. Every one of your days will be shaped by the whims of society, even when they take Newt away from you.

When it comes time for the next ball, you do your best to strengthen your spirits before you go. You intentionally avoid him, making sure to always have your dance card full whenever the music ends. It’s easy enough to find a crowd large enough to hide you from him, and yet you still catch glimpses of Newt from across the hall, several partners down, in a carriage many behind yours. You successfully go two balls, then three, without seeing him, but it aches like a knife in your ribs when you think about what could have been.

As it turns out, you’re not the only one wishing you were with him. At the fifth ball of the season, your attempts to distance yourself from the viscount are foiled at last. Newt tracks you down, signing his name on your dance card before you can stop him before leading you out to the dance floor.

“That’s a rather abrupt way of asking a lady to dance, don’t you think?” You ask as you curtsy.

Newt bows. “I felt it was the only way of guaranteeing that you would dance with me.”

“A lady never declines a gentleman in need of a dance,” you remind him.

The music picks up, and the two of you begin your paces. “A lady also never avoids a gentleman as thoroughly as you have at the last few balls,” Newt says. “Were it not for the fact that I know you to be as perfectly agreeable a duchess as there could ever be, I would say that it was personal.”

You can’t look him in the eyes, even with his hands on you, guiding you through the steps. “It’s not meant to work out, my lord. Us, I mean. We cannot forget the rules.”

When Newt speaks again, his voice sounds hurt. “Why not? Forgive me, my lady, but I remember what it was like that first night. You were happy. We were happy, and happy together. What changed?”

At last, you risk a glance towards him, and instantly regret it. Newt’s eyes are filled with genuine hurt. Are you wrong? Did he actually want you as more than a cover-up? “I heard about your sister,” you say as delicately as you can.

Still, Newt flinches as if you’ve hit him. “You don’t know the full story,” Newt says raggedly.

“Then tell me,” you beg him. “I would choose you if I could, but everyone seems to think that you are only interested in me to advance your station. Give me a reason to believe in you, not them.”

“I can’t say it here,” Newt whispers.

“I can’t go somewhere with you alone,” you tell him quietly. “Especially not after what happened to your sister. You must tell me now, or we will never have another chance.”

“Alright,” he says at last. “But you mustn’t breathe a word of it to anyone.”

Once you agree, Newt begins to speak in a hushed whisper hardly audible to you, let alone the other couples around you. “Sonya is deeply in love with Lord Aris, and he is in love with her. So much so to the point that he has been battling a deep rage ever since that awful gossip rag, Lady Whistledown, slightly disparaged her last season. He took it upon himself to find out Lady Whistledown’s identity, and somehow, he did. The only problem is, Lady Whistledown is not someone Sonya would consider a friend. He wanted to warn her about the dangers of being anything less than perfect around that insidious writer, and he didn’t want to waste a moment. He called on her to meet with him as soon as possible. He didn’t think they would be seen, but they were, and of course Lady Whistledown ran with it to discredit them in case they would reveal her.”

You suck in a harsh breath. “It was never anything wrong, then. He merely wanted to protect her.”

Newt nods. “Lord Aris is a good man. He never would have done something like this if he realized how it would backfire. He regrets it daily, even though all he wanted to do was keep my sister safe. The ton knows their characters, too. Neither of them would do anything unseemly. The rumors diminish by the day, and soon, it will all be over. They will be happily married.”

He sighs and looks at you again. “I tell you this to explain myself, and to clear my name. I have nothing to hide from the situation with my sister and her future husband. In fact, it is only because they directly asked me not to spread this information that I haven’t gone public with the identity of Lady Whistledown herself to spare their reputations. I have nothing to fear, my lady. Certainly nothing that would make me risk the happiness of my marriage on a good rumor. I would court you because I have never met anyone like you before, nor do I think I ever will. You are utterly entrancing in every possible way. If you do not wish to be with me in that fashion, I would understand.”

You shake your head quickly. “I do want that, my lord. I want you.”

A careful smile slips across Newt’s face. “Do you mean that?”

“I do,” you tell him. “I have wanted you since the moment I saw you at my presentation. I would have found you no matter what lies they spread.”

Newt grins. “I believe I have decided something important, my lady. About your inner nature.”

You arch a brow as he spins you. “And what is that?”

“You’re a hound,” he informs you matter-of-factly. “Sharp and bright. Brave, too. But, then again, I am a hound as well. We make quite the pair, I think.”

“I think so too,” you tell him. In the days to come, rumors will abound about the viscount and the duchess. At first, there will be surprise across the ton, but then, even the most tenacious of gossips will realize that this makes perfect sense. The most clever of men and the most ambitious of women, bound together in holy matrimony. Even the best of poets couldn’t concoct a story that beautiful.

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My favorite kind of Bucky 💚

I still can't get enough of 40s bucky barnes.

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The Best Chapter of my Life (JATP Reggie x reader)

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Request: (Wattpad @KimmyArnold) Hi i was wondering on your Julie and the phantoms one shot and you could use this plot, The reader can see ghost but she doesn’t know it and she it also one of julie's cousin who got made to move to live with her by her mum (julie’s aunt on dad’s side), she’s also very flirtyish (especially with reggie) (reader also does art, if you could interpret that somewhere, tho you don’t have to) thank you so much if you do this

Prompt/summary: Reader is Julie’s cousin and moves in with them to go to school, but what happens when she meets 3 cute ghosts in the garage?

Word Count: 2,048

Authors note: I’m so sorry I didn’t fit the art thing in anywhere, I started writing and the story got away from me pretty quickly but I still hope you enjoy! If you’d like me to redo it closer to the prompt shoot me a DM!

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Everyone who looks into their family history will find something hidden sooner or later. After digging around in my grandmothers attic I found an old diary of hers detailing every supernatural encounter she had had in her life, starting in her teen years. As time went on I started to relate to it more and more. Especially after my 15th birthday.

By the time my mom had made me move in with my cousins at their house I had been experiencing the same things my grandmother had in the 60′s. Spirits randomly appearing in my dreams, hearing things while I’m walking around, seeing things out of the corner of my eye that no one else does.

But nothing had ever happened as big as this.

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Keep it On

Reggie Peters x Reader Smut

Request from Anon: Can I request a Reggie x reader smut, while reader is wearing Reggie’s flannel?

A/N: Reblogs help inspire me to write more because then more people see!

Warnings: smut (18+)

WC: 2.4K

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5 minutes was all you needed alone with Reggie which, unfortunately, was more time than you’ve had alone all week. You loved the band, but god, you would trade the three of them- Alex, Luke, and Julie- in for just 5 minutes with your boyfriend. Okay, maybe that’s not true, but that doesn’t mean you’re no longer eager for alone time with Reggie.

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You are all for me. Reggie x Reader.

Summary: After dealing with a bad day at rehearsal, Reggie finds his own way of escape.

A/N: @jatptrash1800 your imagine is finally here, hope you like it and really hope it’s the way you wanted.🤗🤗🤗 Thank you for suggesting it.

(GIF CREDITS TO OWNER)

Reggie had enough of the night. A whole day of rehearsal usually didn’t make him tired that much to the state of being unable to even move his fingers, because he loved singing and playing the guitar. But this time, it was something different. Bobby was being his selfish self, trying to prove the band’s nothing without him, just spinning the words around so it he doesn’t seem so direct; Luke was still mad at his mom; Alex, god knew what was wrong with him, because that day he messed up a lot. Reggie really had enough.

On the other hand, his parents, and his lovely girlfriend Y/N, had called him a few times. And even though he saw all their calls, it was impossible to return to them. Music took over his life, and he didn’t have time for his loved ones. He felt bad, not only for not seeing them as often as he wanted to, but he really felt bad; he felt sick of the music industry’s constant contracts, and disagreements about them.

Reggie dropped the guitar in its place, and aggressively left rehearsal. The guys tried to go after him, but he didn’t listen, nor turn around to them. He just walked away from the studio without a single word. And he knew it’s for the best, because if he told everything that he kept in himself, it’ll cause a problem in the band.

He wasn’t the type of person to argue. Opposite, he was actually the sweet and understandable type. While the other fought for their place, he just enjoyed what he loved; music. But when these types of moments, fell right on top of him, he always had one escape.

-Reggie? -her sleepy figure opened the door, to only be met by her boyfriend, who was at the edge of crying. He pushed himself into her, almost knocking her over, as his arms wrapped tightly around her.

-I needed someone to talk to. -he sniffed and wiped away his tears.

-Come in. -she made way for him, and Reggie entered the warmth of her house. He always stated, that Y/N’s house had a different feeling. And it wasn’t because he’s his girlfriend, but it really did. It was full of joy, true feelings, love, coziness. He loved it.

-Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N. -he greeted her parents, who were sat in the living room watching TV. Y/N gestured them with her face, that he wasn’t doing well, and they waved him, knowing he needs their daughter, and there was really no need of asking him questions.

-I had the worst day, in the history of worst days. -he took of his jacket and tossed it on the chair, dropping himself on her bed. -It just took me a second to get out on the balcony and scream, but leaving was way appropriate.

-Did you argue with the boys? -she sat next to him, though he had his hands behind his head, as he stared at the ceiling.

-Bobby states with some professional sentences, that Sunset Curve’s nothing without him. Luke argued with his mum and is mad at everything and nothing suits the album for him. Alex has these weird mood swings and nobody understands him. What about me? Am I supposed to deal with every single one of their stupid attitudes? Why doesn’t no one ask how I feel? I can’t see my loved one properly because of music.

-Reggie, when people form a band, is like when couples form a family. You form a group, with the thought of always dealing with every crisis that’ll appear. And I understand you feel mad about them, and it’s approving. I think you need a good sleep right now. You’ll figure out everything with a fresh mind tomorrow, okay?

-I thought you’ll never ask. -he sat up, and pulled the covers of her bed, then slipped himself under. Still holding the cover up, so Y/N could come, she settled herself next to Reggie, and like always, Reggie’s the one to hold her, this time, she was the one to hold him.

-You’re all for me. Now go to sleep. -she giggled, and the both of them relaxed and fell asleep. It was like he got filled with energy, just by feeling her next to him. And he missed being cuddled, because of the lack of seeing each other.

Luke and Alex argued with Bobby, and separated ways that night. Bobby went with Rose, while Luke and Alex were on the hunt of Reggie. His phone was off, they had no idea where to look for him. His parents told them he didn’t come home, and was probably at Y/N, which got them worried as well after seeing the two guys trying to find their son. So the both of them made their way there.

Y/N’s parents could be seen from the living room window, and they would question why the two bandmates of the daughter’s boyfriend are doing in the house late at night? So, the only way to Y/N’s bedroom, was her window. They climbed the tree and tried to push it open. When they saw them sleeping together, Luke and Alex took a seat around the room. They seemed so peaceful, that waking them up was too sad for them.

-Dude, I literally glued myself to this chair from waiting. I think if I get up, the chair will get up with me as well. -whined Alex.

-I took a book from the book collection. What is this? Why does this girl read mystery, that literally makes no sense to me. -he flipped through the pages.

-Maybe because you left school early, that’s why you don’t understand it. -said Alex, and got a side glare from Luke. -Okay, enough, I’m waking them up.

He tip toed to the bed, and caught Reggie by the foot and started shaking him, -Good morning, love birds.

-Am I dreaming? -said Reggie with sleepy, squinted eyes.

-Why would you dream about me, you crazy? -said Alex and pulled the covers off them. -Your parents got worried for you Reggie, we came to find you. We also got worried bro, we’re also your family.

-Oh, I forgot to text my parents. -he said, and peeked over to see Y/N. She was still cuddling his arm, and sleeping. Alex managed to wake up Reggie, without waking her up, which made him very happy his friend did that.

-Dude, what’s up with your girl reading illogical mystery books? Check her up. -he left the book on its place, and opened the window so they could sneak out of it.

Reggie didn’t even hear him. He was too busy looking at Y/N’s cheek squished into her pillow, and her lips getting that pink color, matching her cheeks. He placed a few kisses to her face, before placing the covers over her body.

-Dude, you’ll see her tomorrow. Come on. -said Alex, while Luke was already out of the room. Reggie was being held like a magnet, and they hardly took him out of her bedroom. Though he couldn’t leave without leaving her a small message.

-Reggie? -she said, as soon as the window closed and they were out. On the pillow next to her, where Reggie was sleeping, there was a little note, and it made her smile, just seeing his handwriting: ‘’I love you. Thank you for being there for me. See you tomorrow, princess. Oh and by the way, you were right, band is like forming a family. :)”

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whoneedsname501 · 1 year ago

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Nap Time (JATP Reggie x reader)

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Request: (wattpad @_tubb0) I was wondering if you could maybe do a Reggie x Sick Reader, where Reggie tales care of the reader after they get sick from over working. Idk if that makes sense but I hope you get what I mean. I also just wanted to say that I love all the imagines so far and I hope you continue them!

Prompt/summary: Reggie takes care of a sick, overworked reader

Word Count: 529

Authors note: Sorry this is a short one! This one really called me out cause I’ve been stretching myself out trying to keep up with everything. I hope you guys aren’t doing the same. I love you guys!

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He could tell she was exhausted from the moment she walked in the door.

Maybe it was the bags under her eyes she tried to hide, or the way she dragged her feet into the garage, but either way he could definitely tell by the frown on her face.

(Y/n) was always excited when she came into band practice, she would sit and edit videos while the band practiced their songs. Reggie would always pay close attention to the look on her face because it would reflect how she felt about the song they were playing. It was something the whole band noticed honestly. Everyone seemed to notice her change in demeanor as she placed the laptop down on the coffee table to flop on the couch while running a hand through her hair.

“Are you okay (Y/n)?” Julie asked.

“Yeah,” she sighed, “Just didn’t get much sleep last night so I ended up editing that video a day early.”

“Wow, good job. You really need to sleep though. Maybe take a nap?”

(Y/n) sat up and grabbed her laptop, “I hate taking naps. They just make me more tired. Besides I’m gonna get a headstart editing the next video.”

At the next break he walked over and pulled her into his lap, “How are you feeling?”

“Could be better honestly.”

“What’s wrong?”

She sighed, “Just tired. My muscles are aching and it feels like I might get a migraine later.”

He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “You’re overworking yourself. You really need to go home and get some rest.”

“I don’t need it,” she huffed, “I’d rather be here with you guys anyways.”

He frowned but decided not to say anything. The rest of practice went by and the band could see how (Y/n) didn’t react to any of the songs that day, and how she wasn’t at practice the next day.

Reggie showed up at her house after the band finished up with the new songs they were working on. He knew (Y/n) probably had her headphones on so he let himself in.

“(Y/n)?”

“In here Reg.”

He was surprised he got a response, normally she would be six feet deep in editing when she was home. Either that or reading on her phone.

“Are you okay? Weren’t at practice today so everyone was worried.”

She smiled, “I’m fine Reg just not feeling good.”

Reggie took his shoes off before pulling back the covers on her bed and climbing in with her. She immediately cuddled closer to him.

“I think you need a nap.”

She groaned loudly.

“I know I know, but you really need one.”

She sighed and tucked her head into his shoulder, “I don’t want one.”

“I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.”

She only took a deep breath and hugged him tighter.

Reggie just chuckled and started playing with her hair, using the other hand to rub circles on her back. He waited until her breathing was slowing down and she laid completely still to pull away from the girl. He smiled at his success before brushing some hair out of her face.

“Thought you didn’t like naps?”

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So the cute idea I had was that reader(a lifer) is close to Julie and Flynn. She also kinda has crush on Reggie and while she's reading, he falls asleep on her lap. The boys (and Julie of course haha) tease her about it and she just denies it. Maybe Reggie visits her?

TITLE: Books and Movie nights (JATP Reggie x reader)

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Prompt/summary: Reggie falls asleep on the readers lap during band practice, teasing and shenanigans ensues

Word Count: 1,093

Authors note: This is assuming the reader/Julie can touch Reggie and the other phantoms. Maybe takes place after season one??

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The band always joked that they never saw me without a book.

And that was true. I never went anywhere without one. Even in the loudest of concert halls and quietest of libraries I was always found to be immersed in the stories and words people had published. Teachers would get annoyed but they loved me because I stayed quiet and did my work on time. Who could complain about that? There are so many good books out there, and I wanted to read as many as I could before I died.

Band practices could get noisy. Even reading in there was hard for me to do, but maybe that was because I wanted to watch them practice their new songs and solos for their next performance in LA.

“Woah guys look, (Y/n) isn’t reading!” Luke laughed.

“It’s a miracle, welcome back to the real world,” Flynn said. I shoved her shoulder playfully before tucking my book into my bag. Julie brought the band’s attention back to practice and they started on the next song.

I clapped as they hit the last chord of the song. Reggie flipped his hair back and smiled. I tried my hardest not to stare at him as the beating of my heart increased suddenly.

“Alright guys, let’s take a break. I’m starving,” Julie said.

They all sat down in the chairs around the garage. I pulled my book out of my bag and went back to reading the story. Reggie stumbled over and plopped down on the couch beside me, he then leaned over and put his head in my lap.

“Whatcha reading?” he smiled.

I looked down, amused at his actions, “To Kill a Mockingbird. My English teacher said she’d give me extra credit if I could read it by tomorrow and take a pop quiz on it.”

“So you just started it today?”

“Yeah,” I shrugged, “I’m only halfway through it.”

“I wish I could read like you do,” Reggie said, he reached up to smooth his hair back and I swear my heart stopped for a second.

“You just haven’t found the right books to read.”

Reggie shrugged and nodded. I went back to reading. I didn’t realize how much time had passed so I was kinda shocked when I looked down to see Reggie asleep on my lap. His hair had fallen in his face.

I looked around to make sure no one was looking, only Flynn was in the garage now and she was playing on her phone. I bit my lip, reaching down and brushing his hair back. He mumbled something in his sleep.

We were interrupted by Julie, Luke, and Alex coming back into the garage with boxes of pizza.

“Aw look at the love birds,” Luke said, Julie laughed as she saw Reggie fast asleep in my lap.

“Shhh! You’re gonna wake him up,” I said.

They giggled and sat the food down. When they weren’t looking I played with Reggie’s hair some more. Eventually, he started to stir.

“Pizza?” he grumbled.

I laughed, “Yes Reggie, there’s pizza over there.”

He stood up and grabbed two plates, filling them with pizza before handing one to me.

“Thank you, sir,” I said. He sat back down beside me and we dug in.

Julie locked eyes with me and started making kissy faces. I stuck my tongue out at her.

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After practice, I decided to go back home so I could finish my book in peace.

Which that peace didn’t last for long, because after a few minutes Reggie poofed into my room scaring me so bad the book fell out of my hand.

“Reggie! Now I lost my place,” I pouted.

“Aw, I’m sorry (Y/n),” he frowned, “I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to have a movie night.”

(Y/n) sighed, “Reggie, I really have to finish this.”

“(Y/nnnnnn) come on! You got all day tomorrow to finish it, English is your last class,” Reggie groaned. He laid down and spread out on the bed on top of her.

I rolled my eyes, but he was right. I reached over and placed the book on the nightstand. Reggie grabbed my hand and placed it on his head.

Laughing I started to scratch his head lightly and play with his hair, “What do you wanna watch?”

“I don’t know, I love Star Wars.”

“Have you watched The Mandalorian yet?” I asked.

Reggie looked at me confused, “No?”

I clicked onto Disney+on my laptop and searched for The Mandalorian. I put it on and put the remote back on the bed. Reggie sat up to wrap his arm around me and pulling me close to him. I tried to push my hair into my face to hide the blush that was quickly forming.

“Is... this okay?” he asked slowly.

I squeaked out, “Yeah.”

His attention was turned back to the show as Mando shot someone who attacked him. Slowly I felt myself get tired as we watched episode after episode. I can’t even remember when I fell asleep but all I remember is that Reggie leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“I love you (Y/n),” he whispered.

I paused, debating on if I wanted to say something back. I had nothing to lose, so I looked up at him and said, “I love you too.”

Reggie jumped at the sound of my voice but he smiled soon after. I tucked my head back into his chest and fell asleep in his embrace.

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The Years (JATP Reggie x reader)

(Alex x sister!reader, Reggie x reader)

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Request: (Wattpad @thelizziebooks) Can you do one where Alex has a little sister that dies with them and has loved Reggie since they met, but when Alex figures out he doesn’t like the idea of his sister dating his best friend?

Word Count: 1,322

Authors note: y’all are so angsty with your requests 😂 I hope y’all enjoy

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1995.

The year my brother and best friends died, and also the year I died.

After the death of my brother, best friend, and long time crush, I skipped town for a little while. Traveling to see my best friend in her college town. I never forgave my parents for kicking my brother out. I didn’t get to see him before he died, and that guilt stayed with me. The thought my brother might hate me for not sticking up for him brought me to tears most nights.

Bobby and I got closer after their death for a while. We recorded a demo under the band’s name to honor the boys and we were just starting to get some interest from some record companies. I only wish they could see how far I’ve come with playing drums and singing.

The drive back to my house was a few hours long, I wasted time listening to my brother’s demo and other CD’s in my car. Rain started pouring down on the road. My windshield wipers were working hard to keep my sight of the road clear, but everything was still blurry.

Everything happened so quickly.

The sound of car horns. The squeal of brakes on the wet road. The crunch of metal and crack of glass.

And then I was suddenly floating, then I was gone.

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I didn’t notice how much time had passed. I slept or tried to figure a way out of the darkness I was in for hours. Or I just sat and thought about how short my life was, assuming I was dead.

Isn’t it supposed to be when you’re dead you float around and see your loved ones?Shouldn’t I hear things when I’m in a coma?

Is this purgatory?

Maybe I would see my brother. Maybe I would see Luke and Reggie.

Oh, Reggie.

The last time he and I hung out alone was when we were 12. That was my first kiss. We were under the bleachers of a football game and sharing headphones listening to the Clash and Queen. Then he leaned over and kissed me. It’s hard to remember what happened after that; I guess Alex found out and didn’t want him seeing me anymore.

One day, when I crashed down on the floor, it confirmed my thoughts. The demo I made with Bobby blaring through speakers. I looked around confused and then I saw a girl sitting on the couch.

“Where am I?” I screeched.

“AHHHH!” She screamed before calming down, “How many ghosts am I going to summon from these CD’s?”

I looked at her concerned, “Ghosts?”

“(Y/n)?”

I turned around and stopped in my tracks, my mind racing as I looked at the boy in front of me.

“Alex?”

He jumped forward and wrapped me in a hug. Tears fell from my eyes as I breathed in the scent I had forgotten so long ago.

“(Y/n)!” I looked up to see Luke and Reggie running forward to tackle us in a group hug.

“Wait, what’s going on?” The girl asked.

“Julie,” Alex started, “this is my sister, (Y/n)”

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The next few days were a hard change.

Not being alive anymore can confuse you, especially being 25 years in the future. I did my best to learn everything I could about the internet and other new pop culture things from Julie, and trying to copy her cool sense of style.

Alex still tried to keep Reggie away from me.

“Alex,” I yelled across the garage, “come look at this.”

I had pulled up my dads Facebook page and was looking at it.

“Mom and dad got divorced,” I said.

“(Y/n) I don’t want to hear about this.”

“No wait, just look!” I clicked over to my moms page, this was completely different than the woman we had known growing up. Posts and links showing support for the LGBT+ community covered her page.

“What?” Alex said in shock.

“I know. Maybe loosing two kids in a few months changed her…”

“Wow… now that I think about it, dad was always the one that wasn’t okay with it.”

I looked over and saw his face flush, his eyes filled with tears as he scrolled down the rest of our moms Facebook page.

“We never got to say goodbye,” he whispered.

I pulled him into a hug as tears fell down on both of our faces.

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After a while, Alex became more comfortable with me hanging out with the boys without him. I think he knew that I would do it with or without his permission anyways.

Julie and I became good friends, her and I would stay up late listening to new music and writing songs. Unfortunately I never was an artist like Luke or Alex, but I knew my way around drums and piano, and sometimes I had a decent sense of lyrics. I couldn’t try on many clothes but I always helped her pick out outfits from her closet.

I kept hanging out with Reggie when I could, we would sit in the garage and I would listen to his ideas for a country music album. (Which I supported)

One day I was sitting in Julies room when Alex and the boys came storming in.

“Why did you let Bobby steal our songs?” He yelled.

“What?”

“He stole our songs and sold them off as his own, changed his name and everything!” Luke threw his hands up.

“Wait let me see-“

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Alex said.

“Alex I didn’t even know,” I said, my face was going red. I looked over at Reggie and he had a solemn look on his face.

“You guys recorded some of our songs on the demo, you knew he would steal them,” Luke said.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

“Guys it isn’t her fault-“ Reggie tried to say.

“Why didn’t she try to stop him? He took all our hard work and passed it off as his own!” Alex yelled.

I couldn’t sit here and listen to them blame me. I poofed out of the room before they could say anything else.

“Good job guys, you didn’t even give her the chance to explain” Reggie said. Luke and Alex looked at each other concerned.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Where could she even be?” Julie said. They had checked everywhere. The garage, the school, even her favorite ice cream shop.

They stopped in an alley way to think.

“Guys, where would (Y/n) have gone that is still here from when we lived here?” Alex said.

They all paused in thought, Julie pulled out her phone and started pulling up places on google maps to come up with ideas.

“Wait,” Reggie said, “I think I know.”

He poofed out of the alleyway leaving the boys worried as they walked back to the garage to wait.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The bleachers were still the same from 1995. The sharpie marks had faded but there were new ones written there too, I’m glad that never changed.

I sat under the bleachers in the dry grass staring up at the sky to calm myself down.

“Hey,” I heard someone say.

I screamed and shot up.

“Whoa! It’s just me,” i looked over to see Reggie sitting beside me.

“Oh, hi Reggie,” I whispered.

“So, you really came back here?” He said.

I paused for a second, “It’s the only place I could think of that might be the same.”

“Not because of what happened here?” He smirked.

I rolled my eyes, “Of course you would think of that immediately.”

He laughed and laid down like I was.

“The guys felt bad after you left,” he said.

“Oh well,” I said.

Reggie sighed, “Come back with me, let them apologize and you can explain yourself.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“(Y/n),” he said, “You should’ve seen the look on Alex’s face when you left. He already lost his parents, he doesn’t wanna loose his little sister.”

I stayed silent for a while. Looking up to the clouds and thinking.

“Look, if you won’t come back for him, come back for me,” he stood up and held out his hand.

I paused for a moment. Finally I smiled at his cocky grin and grabbed his hand as we poofed back to the garage.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When we poofed back in Alex ran to give us a hug.

“Thank you for bringing her back,” Alex said as he hugged Reggie.

Luke sighed, “So what happened between you and Bobby after we died?”

“We recorded the songs you hadn’t finished yet because I told him I wanted to keep your guys memory alive. He asked me to sing them. Did you even look at the CD?” I said, I walked over to the CD rack and picked up the CD, flipping it over to the back and pointing to the bottom.

In loving memory of Luke, Alex, and Reggie. Gone but not forgotten by their band mate and sister.

They looked in shock.

“(Y/n) why didn’t you tell us?” Alex said.

“I didn’t get the chance to.”

Alex and Luke looked at each other, Luke finally spoke up,“We’re sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Alex turned to Reggie, “Listen, I’m greatfull you brought my sister back, so if you’re gonna ask her out you better do it now while I have a good opinion about this.”

I blushed and hid my face in my hands.

Luke and Julie laughed as they pushed Alex out the door of the garage.

“I’m keeping my eye on you Reggie!”

Reggie and I laughed as the door closed behind them.

“So…” I said.

“So…” Reggie ran his hands through his hair.

“You had something to ask?” I said hopefully.

“Yeah… uh, would you wanna go out with me?”

I smiled, “Took you all those years.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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whoneedsname501 · 1 year ago

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A Touch | Reggie Peters

Request: Hi!! I saw you were looking for Reggie requests so I was wondering if I could request one where the reader is related to Luke and has a major crush on Reggie and Reggie likes her too but doesn’t show it and that night she does with them and when they get to 2020 and Reggie flirts with those girls she gets jealous and goes off and meets another ghost and starts hanging out with him and Reggie gets really jealous and admits his feelings for her

A/N: Tweaked it a little bit cuz otherwise this would’ve been even longer! Hope you like it! :)

Pairing: Reggie Peters x Patterson!Reader

Warnings: minor swear words, angst

Songs used: Touch - Little Mix | Bright - Julie and The Phantoms

Words: 5,672

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word count: 1061

a/n: this is set in the 90s

you had a crush on each other for like forever, but neither of you acted on them because you were afraid to destroy your friendship and didn't want to mess up the band

and you were oblivious to the other feeling the same way

it wasn't until Bobby flirted with you that you started to notice that Reggie might like you back

it was super late after a whole night of band practice and you were starving. Bobby offered to take you out for dinner with a grin saying that he would even buy your food in exchange of a kiss

of course you laughed it off and so did the boy along with Luke and Alex but you couldn't miss Reggie's…angry? expression, like he was about to smash his bass at the rhythm guitarist guessing by the way he tightened his grip on it

to test out the little theory you made up you decided to pay extra attention to the other guys.

Bobby and Luke went along and you often spent breaks between practice flirting with each other

and Reggie's was furious

he was so frustrated, like he just didn't get it. why couldn't you give him attention too? he was head over heels for you but you obviously didn't care about that.. Not that he ever made any attempt of showing this to you

Alex watched everything from behind his drum set.

he could see how you looked at Reggie before and after you went to flirt with Luke or Bobby.

he saw how Reggie's eyes went dark went Luke placed a small kiss on your cheek after you nailed a part in the new song you were practicing

and he could pinpoint the exact moment Reggie lost it. it was in a club you were playing in at some night. Luke was singing the chorus and with each word he walked closer to you, you noticed and winked at him. that's when Reggie jumped between the two of you while pretending that he was just aggressively rocking out to the song

Alex was laughing his ass of behind his drums

Luke was only surprised for a moment before turning to Bobby and singing to him like nothing happened

that left you staring at the cute bassist who tried to hide his blush with violent headbanging

you went to confront him after the show

‘hey, Reggie! Wait up! ..What the heck was that man?’

he blinked at you, surprised by your tone. he opened his mouth than closed it cause nothing came out

‘you aren’t even gonna say anything?’

‘look y/n, i don’t know what am i supposed to say… i just.. i saw Luke getting closer to you and i just couldn’t watch that..’

you stepped closer to him, searching for his gaze ‘why not?’

Reggie nervously looked around debating whether he should say it or not. was this the right time to tell you? well, only one way to find out..

‘because i...because i like you y/n. and i- i get it if you like luke, he is the lead singer and he is an amazing dude so it”s fine i just wanted to-”

‘ oh my god Reggie stop it!’ you grabbed his shoulders and shook him.’i don’t like Luke, you silly boy. i...i only flirted with him and Bobby to make you jeals… cause i kinda have the biggest crush on you.’

‘YOU DO????’

‘is that so unbelievable?’

‘no i-kinda? yeah? you know how many times i imagined this happening?’

‘well, does reality meet your expectations?’ you ask smiling.

‘well, you know, there's one more thing that i imagined-’ he cups your cheeks and looks at you.’can i?’

needles to say you nodded and let the boy press his lips against yours, you both had some sweat dripping from your faces from the show and the kiss was rather awkward but for you it was perfect

from that night on you were inseparable

you earned a lot of teasing from the rest of the band but over all they were super supportive

Reggie has a flirty personality but like he just can’t use it with you in the first two weeks of your relationship because he still can’t believe you want to be with him and he is afraid that he would scare you away with that attitude

but he forgets that that is part of the reasons you fall for him

lots of cuddles, he loves cuddles

long walks on the beach, while holding hands and talking about the future

him coming to you when his parents are fighting which often result in him spending the night so you can watch movies to take his mind off of his home

so movies, you go to the cinema a lot. both with the band and just the two of you

Reggie always bugging you about getting matching tattoos

"Babe, we legally can't do it."

"Bobby knows a guy."

Helping him keep his things organized

Him being energetic and genuinely excited about things always hypes you up too

Writing songs till 3 am (often country songs too)

being his no 1 supporter all the time

leaving encouraging sweet notes for each other

i feel like his parents would be away from home quite frequently sooo cooking together! (and making an absolute mess)

if you agree with me on Reggie having little siblings then watching over then all the time!

and them loving you so much

and Reggie loving you so much because of it

i think he would say i love you first and pretty early on in the relationship

calling him "my cowboy" will definitely do things to him

him always finding his way over to you during performing

i can definitely see him suddenly just pulling you into a kiss in the middle of a show and than blushing real hard when you ask him about it later

getting to borrow his flannels and leather jacket, even if they don't fit you just having them when Reggie's not around is so comforting

reading together / for each other

he definitely wants to adopt puppies with you (a hamster will do too) and if you do he ends up bursting into band practice shouting: "Y/N AND I ARE HAVING A BABY!" which obviously leads to a HUGE confusion

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