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writing-for-the-people · 4 years ago

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Window

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Pairing: Luke Patterson X Alive!Female! Reader

Requested: Yes, @charliegillespiewife

A/N: so sorry it took me a while to get this out, I hope you enjoy it, though!! One of these days, I might write something happy for Luke. I might go back and add a gif later, they weren't loading for me! Lyrics are Window by MAGIC GIANT.

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Luke sat in Bobby's garage, scribbling away in his songbook. You kind of figured that's where he'd be. He's always got that little book open in front of him when he's not busy.

You cleared your throat, trying to gain his attention. As soon as he looked up at you and processed who you were, he slammed the little book shut, gaining your interest.

"What's in there that you're hiding from me, Lukey?" you asked, a teasing lilt in your voice. Red spread across his face and he looked down at the book. The flustered attitude and silence following your question was an unusual response to gain from your usually confident and boisterous significant other. It made you a little worried. You sat down next to him, leaning bodily into his side.

"You'll find out soon enough, Y/N," Luke hummed, dropping a soft kiss on your forehead. You hummed softly, leaning up to get a proper kiss from him.

"If you say so, love." You sat up to let Luke stand, and winced when his back popped loudly as he streached. "Are you excited for tonight?"

He turned to look down at you, a large grin plastered on his face. " Of course I am. After tonight, everything is going to change." Luke and his band, Sunset Curve, had finally gotten the biggest gig of their career so far performing at the Orpheum. They had all been ecstatic for it, Luke especially. He felt like this was finally their chance and that they were finally going to be able to get their names out there.

The short silence that followed your question was broken by the rest of the band barging in. They were all ready to get the equipment loaded and taken over to the Orpheum.

After the successful soundcheck you watched with Luke and Alex as Bobby and Reggie chatted up one of the employees at the club. Luke interfered for a little bit, before suggesting street dogs. He looked at you after Reggie and Alex agreed, and you shook your head.

You wanted to stay behind and make sure that everything was ready for the rest of the night, and Bobby wanted to stay and see if he couldn't get any farther with Rose. You waved goodbye to Alex and Reggie, and pressed a kiss to Luke's lips, begging him to stay safe. Little did you know this would be the last time you would see him.

Present

Julie was looking over a song in Luke’s book, going over it in her head. It was one that Luke had brought to her attention. He thought that it would be good for them to perform at their next gig, and so far, Julie agreed. When she shifted positions, a picture and a folded out piece of paper fell out of the book, gaining her attention as well. It was of Luke and a girl. Her arm was outstretched, holding the camera to be able to take the picture of her and Luke. She had her eyes closed, but Luke was looking at her with so much love.

Julie unfolded the piece of paper, finding it was a song. She felt bad for snooping for all of a moment. She jumped when the paper was pulled from her hands, looking up to see a less than enthusiastic Luke.

He had poofed into the garage quietly, wanting to ask Julie a question, but he froze when he saw the picture in her hand. He still remembered that day, vividly.

“Luke!” you called happily to him, holding the polaroid camera up for him to see. “Come take a picture with me!” Your smile made it hard for him to say no, so he crossed the room to you. As you held up the camera and smiled, eyes closed, the only thing he could look at was you and your smile. When you opened your eyes to find him already looking at you, you smiled shyly.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He uttered softly, before pressing a kiss to your lips. “I love you.” You laughed softly, pecking his lips again before looking to the polaroid.

“Luke! You were looking at me!” You pouted. Luke laughed.

“I think it turned out just fine.”

“You weren’t meant to see the picture or the song.” Luke mumbled, holding his hand out. Julie passed the photo back to him.

“Who is she?”

“Just someone I used to know. I doubt she’d even remember me now.”

“What’s her name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

Julie knew what she wanted to do.

Later

“Where are we, Julie?” Luke asked softly. He looked up at the house, confusion twisting his brow.

“I did some digging, and I found that she was still in town.” Julie answered. Luke was still confused until he remembered their earlier conversation.

“No!” Luke shook his head quickly. “Absolutely not.” Julie stared at him for a moment before ringing the doorbell. “Julie!”

Julie didn’t have a chance to respond before the door opened to reveal you standing there. You had clearly grown up, but he could still recognize you.

“Hi, Y/N. I’m Julie. I found an old songbook in my garage when I was cleaning one day.”

“That’s not what happened.” Julie ignored Luke’s interjection and continued on.

“And I found this picture tucked into its pages.” She held the picture out, and you took it, covering your mouth with your free hand after seeing it.

“Luke.” you breathed out softly, your eyes glazing over. You were hit with memories of the two of you together, of goofing off with the band, of being happy. You invited the girl in after a moment.

“I also found this in the book.” She said softly, once the two of you were seated on the couch. Luke hovered behind, knowing what was going on. Julie had done the same thing when she found the song for his mom. Julie held a folded piece of paper out to you, and you took it, gingerly unfolding it. ‘Window’ was scrawled across the top of it in Luke’s messy but familiar handwriting. ‘For Y/N’ followed right after.

It's 3 A.M., I hope you're home

I wanna be with you

Just let me in through the window

I had a dream we fell asleep

And woke up in ecstasy

What makes a dream come true?

No one needs to know

I will come in through the window

Oh, oh, oh I'm not leaving you alone

You could write this love in stone

I'm not leaving you alone

It's Friday night and we're alive

And lover's Lane is open wide

We'll get there when we arrive (we arrive)

Your balcony's a limousine

Your bed's a yellow submarine

Right off to the great unknown

Just let me in through the window

No one needs to know

I will come in through the window

Oh, oh, oh I'm not leaving you alone

You could write this love in stone

I'm not leaving you alone

Oh oh oh I'm not leaving you alone

You could write this love in stone…

You closed your eyes, feeling tears slide over your cheeks. Luke wished he could reach out, and wipe those tears away.

“I loved her, so much.” Luke said softly. Julie repeated the words to you, and looked at Luke. “You were the best thing to happen to me.” He continued. “You made everyday worth it. You were the reason I kept going when I felt like everything was against me. You made me strong and I loved you for it,” Julie repeated everything to you, and by the end of the small soliloquy, you were crying even harder. Julie reached out and pulled you into a hesitant hug.

“Thank you, Julie.” You sobbed softly into her shoulder. After a moment, you recollected yourself. “After he died, I never felt like I would have closure. The way things ended felt wrong to me. But you bringing me this, telling me those things, makes me feel like I can finally let go.”

“He’d want you to be happy.”

“I know.” The two of you sat and you regaled her with tales of Luke and the bands adventures in their short lives. Julie laughed along with you, enjoying hearing about them.

Luke leaned on the back of the couch, tears leaking down his face, but a smile held firmly on his face. He missed seeing the happy look that would light your eyes. He missed you. A lot.

“Thank you for that, Julie.” Luke murmured softly, once they were back in the garage. “Maybe we should have told her.”

“Maybe.” Julie looked at the picture of Luke and Y/N that she had put up on the wall. “Maybe one day we will.”

JATP Tag list: @spooky-scary-lesbian

#julie and the phantoms #luke patterson x y/n #luke patterson x reader #Luke Patterson #jatp #JATP imagines #reader insert

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writing-for-the-people · 4 years ago

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Hi friends. I totally planned on getting some fics out for y’all this weekend. However, I’ve injured myself at work. I sprained my wrist. And it hurts. Like a lot. So unfortunately the fics Will have to wait until next week when my wrist is starting to feel better. I’m so sorry for the delays! I promise I’m working on getting everything organized and in the works.

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writing-for-the-people · 4 years ago

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There's Always Tomorrow

Pairing: Soft! DarkiplierX Reader

Fandom: Markiplier Egos

Requested: Yes: How about some soft dark pining, like pre-relationship?- Anon

A/N: 'm sorry this is so late. I'm also sorry it's so short. I've rewritten it a couple times and this is the only version that I've gotten that I actually liked, so here you go! I hope you enjoy!

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He heard soft footsteps echoing down the halway, and instantly recognized the source. None of the other egos that lived in the manor walked as softly as you did. He set his work aside, clasping his hands in front of himself on the desk as you appeared in his office doorway.

“Hey Dark!” the mere sound of your voice, warm and happy, as if you genuinely enjoyed talking to him, made his stomach flip, a feeling he wasn’t used to yet. It had been a long time before you that someone had made him feel this way.

It wasn’t even that long after you joined his team that these feelings for you had begun to develop. He knew what the feelings were, and he really wasn’t surprised that they had developed for you. You were kind. You laughed quite often. Rather than being shy and being worried about what the strange men in the manor were and what they’d do to you, you took to your surroundings rather well. You adapted and didn’t let the small things bring you down. Dark thought that was a rather good way to go about life.

He was pulled from his thoughts by you saying his name again, a hint of concern coloring your words this time. It wasn’t usual for the dark ego to let his thoughts pull him away. He gave you a rare smile in return.

“Y/N. It’s good to see you.” He spoke, his voice low. Any sign of worry on your face melted away and he felt his heart leap when you smiled back.

It was one of your easily contagious ones. It lit up your whole face, making you look even more beautiful to the man. As the two of you discussed the business that you came to talk with him about, he felt his mind wandering again.

What would you say if he asked you on a date? Would you turn him away? And if you did, why? Did he secretly scare you? Was the gentle personality you showed him just a facade? What if you just weren’t interested in him in that way?

What if you said yes? What if you took him up on the offer? Where would he take you? He thought you deserved the best. But he knew you would just settle with something simple, which just won him over even more.

If it were anyone else, Dark wouldn’t hesitate in turning the manipulation up to 100 and making you fall for him. He could have anything he wanted and he knew it. But something kept him from doing that to you.

You were different to him somehow. A fragile flower standing in a field of weeds. He would do everything in his power to see those weeds destroyed, but when it came to you, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything to you. He couldn’t bring himself to even pick you, no matter how much he wanted to see that beauty sitting on his desk, in his possession. He would watch you from afar. Let you show your beauty to him in a way that you were comfortable with.

The man may pine for you, but you were the one thing he wouldn’t take for himself. You were the one thing he wanted that he wouldn’t give himself. You had to be comfortable. Manipulation wouldn’t make you comfortable, in fact, it would do quite the opposite.

As you left the room after your discussion with Dark, he felt his heart leave with you. He sat for a little bit, just staring at the seat you had been in only moments before. He should have stopped you before you left.

Called out your name to see you turn that brilliant gaze back at him. Ask you to go out with him. Hear you confirm his worst fears. Or hear you make his dreams come true. He should have said something today. Just as he should have done yesterday. Just as he should have done every day before that. But he didn’t. He turned back to his work with only one thought in his mind. The same thought he has after seeing you each day.

There’s always tomorrow. Someday, I’ll ask.

#markiplier egos #darkiplier #dark x reader #darkiplier x reader #darkiplier x y/n #softdark

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writing-for-the-people · 4 years ago

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I'll Always Fight For You

Pairing: Bobby Wilson X Reggie Peters

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

A/N: Here's one of my first character x character fics that I'll post. I absolutely love this pairing so much. I saw another blurb about bobby fighting and really like the hurt/comfort trope, so here's this little piece. Enjoy!!

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He closed his eyes, trying to keep the tears from falling. He couldn’t let the other see how much pain he was in. Reggie stood in front of him, gentle hands working to patch angry wounds. He was quiet, focus square on the task in front of him.

“Reggie?” Bobby hated how weak and uncertain and wavering his voice was. Reggie paused in his work and rested kind hands on his shoulders. He felt his chest tighten when he saw the look on Bobby’s face.

“Are you mad at me?” He sounded so small.

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They were at a bar downtown, celebrating. Sunset Curve had just had a successful gig, and they wanted to blow off some steam.

Bobby had volunteered to stay sober, they needed someone to drive them home, after all. So he sat, sipping on soda while the other three reached different levels of trashed.

Bobby’s eyes had been trained on Reggie. He was the least drunk out of the others, and was enjoying himself on the dance floor. Bobby and Reggie were a new couple, the two having only started dating recently, but Bobby was already completely smitten with the other, so it was no surprise to him when he felt jealousy bubble up when the stranger approached his boyfriend.

Bobby knew Reggie could handle himself, which is why he didn’t move at first. Reggie seemed to be doing a good job of trying to fend the man off, but the stranger just wasn’t getting it. He kept stepping into Reggie’s space each time he backed up. The point where Bobby found himself getting up and going to Reggie was when the man grabbed Reggie‘s wrist.

As he was making his way over to the pair, Bobby saw the man leaning in, Reggie trying to pull away, but failing, then the stranger pulled Reggie in for an unwilling kiss. Bobby bit the inside of his cheek, willing himself to control his anger.

He had promised Reggie he wouldn’t fight anymore, but when that bastard asked ”this is the boyfriend? Honey, you’re missing out.” then dived in for another unwilling kiss, ignoring Reggie’s complaints, Bobby snapped.

He grabbed Reggie‘s wrist, gently but firmly pulled it from the man’s hand. He pushed Reggie so he was more behind Bobby and away from the man, then swung. He was acting on pure instinct, only seeing red.

The brief contact he’d had with Reggie he’d felt how tense the boy was. Reggie struggled with standing up for himself. He never wanted to cause conflict, he had seen enough of it at home.

The stranger held his own well, but two things worked against him. The first was Bobby’s anger. He was tired of people taking advantage of others. He was angry that someone would try to do this, especially in front of everyone else. He was already angry about the things that Reggie had to deal with at home, And the fact that he was subjected to it outside of his home made the anger worse.

The second was the fact that Bobby was sober, and he was not. The man did manage to get some really good hits in, but Bobby had the upper hand.

The only reason he stepped away was because his friends pulled him back, and some of the bar employees pulled the stranger away. They were all sent out, Reggie staying behind to talk to the employees.

His friends kept the man and Bobby separated in case Bobby felt the need to swing again, or th man tried to provoke him again. They didn’t want Bobby getting in any more trouble than he already was. Someone who looked like they were official, the owner of the bar Bobby thought, came out and approached Bobby and his group first.

“The four of you can’t come back to this bar for the next few weeks. Reggie has explained the situation to me, and while I understand the reason for the fight, I can’t support it. I won’t ban you permanently.” He smiled at the group before moving over to talk to the other man.

Bobby turned his attention to Reggie, but the smaller man just shook his head at him and asked if they could head back to their house.

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Reggie dabbed at another wound on Bobby’s forehead, shaking his head.

“No, love. I’m not mad at you.”

Bobby felt his stomach flip. If Reggie wasn’t mad at him, that means he was disappointed. The last thing he wanted was for Reggie to be disappointed in him. Both of the boys were surprised to see and feel tears that began to fall.

“I’m sorry, Reg. I know that you didn’t want me to fight anymore. I didn’t want to. But I couldn’t just stand there and let him touch you.” Bobby was aware that he was rambling, but he couldn’t stop himself. “I just wanted to defend you. Reggie, I don’t want to break my promises. I didn’t want to fight him-”

Reggie cupped his cheek, effectively cutting Bobby off.

“Bobby, it’s okay.” Reggie spoke softly. “It’s okay, I’m not mad. I’m not disappointed. I completely understand why you fought.” He smiled, gently wiping the tears away.

“I’m sorry.”

“You reacted to the situation that we were in. I was uncomfortable and upset, and you defended me in the only way that asshole seemed to understand. I’m proud of you, darling.” His words made more tears fall from Bobby’s eyes. He placed a hand over Reggie’s on his cheek, turning his head to press a kiss to his palm.

“I don’t deserve your kindness.” Bobby murmured softly.

“No, you deserve more. You, for all your bravado you show, go through all the emotional struggles that the rest of us do.”

“I don’t matter when compared to you guys.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yes it is. You guys went through so much more than I did. Alex got disowned by his parents because he was gay. Luke and his mom and dad fought all the time. And you. Baby, you never had a good home life. The worst thing that happened to me was that my parents forgot my birthday. That’s not as bad as what you guys went through.” Bobby’s eyes had dropped from looking up to Reggie to looking at the hand that rested in his lap.

Reggie pulled his hand away and turned to pull a chair in front of Bobby. He sat down, taking Bobby’s hands in his own.

“Look at me, love.” Reggie murmured. Bobby followed his instructions and looked up at the other. Reggie smiled softly, continuing, “Just because your childhood doesn’t outwardly seem as bad as what the rest of ours was, that doesn’t mean that it isn’t something that still affected you. You were left alone for a lot of your younger years. Children aren’t meant to fend for themselves. There’s a reason that we have adults. You have a right to have some issues from it.”

Bobby was quiet, looking at Reggie with awe. He surged forward, catching Reggie off guard when he wrapped his arms around him, pulling the boy to his chest. Reggie closed his arms around Bobby as well, holding him close, and carding a gentle hand through his hair. Bobby sucked in a breath, feeling an overwhelming sense of home.

All of his life, Bobby had lived on the fringe of things. He was always a second hand thought with his parents. They were never around for him when he needed them, and when they were after the fact, they never really wanted to focus on him. Even within Sunset Curve, Bobby was the one who always fell to the side. Luke had such a big personality that he commanded attention. Reggie was usually so bubbly and warm that he had a natural light. Even Alex, the shy and anxious person he was, held more attention than Bobby did.

Bobby always faded into the background. He was used to the fact. That didn’t mean that he didn’t sometimes want the attention. Bobby wanted to have some time where, rather than focusing on the others, or focusing on his parents, someone would rather focus on him. That’s one of the reasons he fell in love with Reggie.

From the first day they met, Reggie turned the tides in Bobby’s life. He brought attention to Bobby. When the group was making decisions, Reggie would wait for Bobby’s insight before letting them commit to something. He would talk to Bobby rather than letting him sit quietly while Luke and Alex were going on about something else.

Really, Reggie was the whole reason that Bobby had broken so far from his shell to begin with. And he was grateful for that.

Reggie pulled Bobby from his thoughts when he pulled away from Bobby. He could barely contain the whine that bubbled in his throat with the loss of contact. He must have still made a noise, because Reggie chuckled and cupped his cheek again. Bobby repeated his actions from earlier, turning his head and kissing the palm of his hand. The other boy smiled and leaned down, dropping a kiss to the band-aid that covered part of Bobby’s forehead.

“Go get changed and get cozy in bed, love. I’ll be back in a second.” Reggie hummed softly. Bobby nodded and got up, following his instructions and changing into comfy pants, and a plain black t-shirt before climbing into his bed. He turned to Reggie’s side, pulling his pillow to his chest. He breathed in the comforting scent of Reggie, letting the soft feelings wash over him.

He wasn’t left alone for much longer before Reggie made his way into the room, chuckling when he saw the way that Bobby was wrapped around his pillow. He set the glasses of water and snacks that he had brought back with him on the nightstand before changing into comfy clothes as well. Before he climbed into bed, he started a CD in the stereo, not caring what it was, just wanting background noises.

“Can I have that?” Reggie asked with another chuckle, gently loosening his boyfriend from his pillow. Bobby chuckled as well, briefly putting up a fight against Reggie, making the boys delve into more laughter. Eventually he let Reggie win the play fight, and Bobby moved back into his own space on the bed. Reggie lifted the covers, climbing into the bed next to him.

Reggie got himself situated and turned to Bobby, holding his arms out.

“I know that you usually hold me, but…” Reggie let the sentence hang in the air. Bobby smiled, moving forward to slot himself against Reggie’s chest. He wrapped his arms around Reggie’s waist, sighing happily when Reggie closed his arms around him again. He nuzzled closer into Reggie’s chest, letting his eyes slip closed. Reggie ran his fingers up and down Bobby’s spine, helping him relax.

The two of them lay awake for a little bit, talking, or relaxing, just loving each other’s company. When Bobby didn’t answer Reggie’s question he looked down, finding Bobby’s eyes closed. His mouth hung open, and he snored softly. Reggie chuckled softly, slowly moving to adjust them so they wouldn’t wake up uncomfortable in the morning.

Bobby whined softly in his sleep, arms tightening around Reggie. He laughed silently, pulling him closer. He wasn’t going to leave Bobby.

As he laid there, Reggie felt happy. He knew that Bobby had some troubles sometimes letting himself be vulnerable. Even though the boys had known each other for years, it was still a rare thing that any of them saw Bobby when he was feeling low. The fact that Bobby cried in front of Reggie wouldn’t have seemed like that big of a deal to anyone else, but it meant everything to Reggie. Yes, he didn’t like seeing his boyfriend upset, but he was honored to know that Bobby felt safe enough with him to let his guard down.

When they were together, both boys felt like they were in the safest place in the world. Reggie wouldn’t change that for anything, and something told him that Bobby felt the same.

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JATP Tag list: @spooky-scary-lesbian

#bobby wilson #reggie peters #jatp #jatp imagines #bobby wilson imagines #bobby x reggie #boggie

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writing-for-the-people · 4 years ago

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Vanilla Twilight

Pairing: Reggie Peters X Reader

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

T/W: Brief abuse mention, a tiny fight (Reader throws the first and only punch.)

A/N: I’m sorry it’s late! My friends had been gone for the weekend and got back last night, so I decided to spend some time with them, but here’s this! I was listening to Vanilla Twilight by Owl City when the idea hit me.

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He hadn’t slept in two days. Reggie hated when these days hit. The days where you were all he could think about and he couldn’t sleep because of the thoughts of you keeping him awake. For once it wasn’t the loud voices of his parents ringing in his head, they had fallen silent, only after one of them (his father, Reggie knew) stormed out of the house, peeling out of the driveway, and most likely heading to the bar. No, it was one of the nights that his thoughts were consumed by you.

You had been his best friend for as long as he could remember. You were the one that he would come to when his parents’ fighting became too much. You were the only one, other than his other friends and bandmates, who had seen him when things became too much. Recently, Reggie had realized that his love for you had eventually grown to more of a romantic love, rather than just the familial way he had for a good chunk of his life.

Of course, it was Reggie’s luck that his realization hit him after you had already found someone else who made you happy. You had been dating your boyfriend for three months by the time Reggie realized what the burning feeling he felt in his chest each time he looked at you was.

And because you were his best friend, he would let you go. You seemed happy. Reggie could deal with someone else holding you if it meant that bright smile would forever stay on your face.

It didn’t matter that he spent his time thinking about what things could be if he’d only figured these feelings out sooner. It didn’t matter that he wished that you would notice him looking at you. It didn’t matter that he felt like you were spending less and less time with him. It didn’t matter that he would lie awake at night and miss you. It didn’t matter that watching the sky change from blue to the oranges and reds wasn’t the same, because it took two to whisper quietly.

You were all that mattered to Reggie. More than anything. More than-

He was pulled from his thoughts by a soft knock on his window. He crawled out of the blanket cocoon he had made for himself and padded softly over to the window. He gasped as he pulled the curtains back.

You were there, with tear stained cheeks, a red mark bright on one, and your eyes were puffy and red. Your hair was frazzled, and he didn’t know how you had managed to climb the lattice to get to the roof outside his window with how much your hands were shaking. He unlocked and opened the window, (the screen was long gone from many nights of Reggie sneaking out or you sneaking in through the window) words instantly tumbling from his mouth.

“What are you doing here? Are you okay? What’s happened to your cheek?” you flinched away from him when the boy reached out to touch the red mark, and Reggie felt his heart drop. You never flinched from him. Something happened, and he wasn’t happy with the outcome that had developed from it.

“I’m sorry, Reg. I know we normally plan these things out, but I couldn’t stand to stay with him, and I can’t go home. Not with a mark on my face.” You were one of the few friends he had who had a relatively stable home life. You loved your parents and they loved you, and things were good. It’s one reason why Reggie enjoyed going over to your house, because your parents would treat him as if he was their child as well, and he felt like he was a part of something good.

“What happened, Y/N?” Reggie asked, keeping his voice low, no matter how much he wanted to scream. He knew at least one of his parents was home, and he didn’t want to draw their attention, not to mention he didn’t want to scare you off, you looked like you would take off at the slightest misstep. Reggie didn’t want that.

“He hit me, Reggie. We were arguing, and he raised his voice and hit me. He’s never done that before.”

Reggie felt anger boiling in his chest, but he kept it at bay, opting instead to focus on you. “Oh honey.” He murmured softly, and held his arms out. You didn’t hesitate before you threw yourself against his chest, your tears coming stronger than they had been. Reggie wrapped you up in his arms, one hand resting on your back and holding you close while the other stroked through your hair.

You were babbling into his chest, quick and muffled enough that Reggie could only make out a few of the words that you were saying.

“If he did it once…..I broke…..going nowhere….can’t believe….seen the signs…. I was so stupid.” Reggie shook his head, pulling back from you only enough to look down at you.

“Absolutely not, Y/N. You’re not stupid. You didn’t know. Chaz really didn’t seem like the type that would.” he didn’t continue. You didn’t need a lecture right now, you needed your friend. Someone to sit with you and help you feel better. He led you over to the side of his bed, pushing you gently so you were sitting down on the edge of the bed. Luckily, it was Saturday, so neither of you had to worry about getting up early in the morning and try to make it through a school day with this hanging over you. He turned from you.

The two of you had been friends for so long that staying over in each other’s rooms was just a natural thing in your life. That being said, Reggie had a drawer of his dresser that was dedicated to you and the clothes that you would leave there for impromptu sleepover nights. That wasn’t the drawer that he got into. Instead, he pulled out your favorite shirt of his, a goofy rodeo shirt that you had gotten him one year as a present. He knew you liked to be wrapped up in something familiar when you were upset, and he hoped this would be good enough for you. He also grabbed a pair of pajama pants and turned back to you, handing the clothes to you.

Reggie hummed in response to your thanking him, turning around to let you change in peace. When you were done, he took your other clothes from you, dropping them into the hamper that sat in the corner of his room. He untangled the blankets from each other, holding them up for you so you could crawl under the covers.

During this small, familiar ritual, the both of you were quiet. Even in your distressed state, you didn’t miss the irony of the moment. Usually, everything that Reggie was doing for you, you would do for him on the nights he would come over to your home in the dead of night, bleary eyed and vacant, when his parents fighting got to be too much for him. You couldn’t recall the last time that the roles were reversed like this. Or the last time the two of you had done this. While you were with Chaz, Reggie had kept his distance, not once coming over as he did before.

You climbed into the familiar bed, curling on the far side of the bed. You felt the bed shift as Reggie climbed in behind you. He reached out, a hesitant hand resting on your hip. You turned, and rather than facing the open room, you turned to face Reggie. He pulled you closer to him, and you settled against his chest, letting more tears fall. Reggie would let you cry and cling to him for as long as you needed, never once judging you.

Once the tears had subsided enough, and your breathing seemed to even out, Reggie thought you had finally fallen asleep. He shifted the covers, pulling them more securely around the two of you, making sure you were protected from the cold air of the room around you. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, before resting his cheek on the top of your head.

In different circumstances, having you wrapped up in his arms like this would make him sleep peacefully through the night, but knowing that you were hurting, that you were upset made everything different. Reggie wanted to protect you. That had always been his goal. And now here you were, and he had failed in that goal. He wanted to wash all of your pain away and make you feel special again.

He fell into an uneasy sleep, waking each time you shifted next to him. He wanted to make sure that you were still there each time, that you were okay, and that he was doing all he could for you at the moment.

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You were the first to wake up the next morning, the sunlight from the window streaming into your face. You blinked, not fully registering your surroundings at first. Slowly, the events from the night before came flooding back to you, and you felt your heart break all over again. You had truly believed that Chaz was the one. You loved him with the pieces of your heart that weren’t already dedicated to your boys. But clearly he didn’t think the same thing about you. His words came streaming back to you, making you wince and cuddle closer to the warm body next to you.

“Ungrateful little thing. After all the time and effort I put into making this work, and trying to thaw that god-damned frozen heart of yours, you’re gonna run off on me and spend time with those boys?”

“What are you talking about? I’m not running off with anyone.”

“Yeah fucking right. You can’t spend all that time with those posers and then turn around and tell me you aren’t going behind my back and seeing one of them.”

“I’m not! You’re not listening-”

CRACK!

“No! You’re the one not listening to me.”

“You just hit me!”

“I should have done it when I first realized.”

“You know what, we’re done. This is done. I can’t stay here anymore.”

“Good! Get out of my house, you frigid bitch!”

You didn’t realize that Reggie had woken up, or that you were crying, until he pulled back far enough to wipe the fresh tears from your face.

“Hey.” he murmured softly.

“Hi.” you croaked out softly, looking up at him. He looked worried. You nuzzled into his chest again, making him laugh and stroke your hair softly.

“I missed you, Cuddlebug.” you hummed softly, realizing how true those words were when you said them. Something had felt off the past few weeks, and you were only just now realizing that it wasn’t just something shifting in your crappy relationship. It was the loss of your best friend and the little time that the two of you had spent together in recent times due to said crappy relationship. He hummed softly, dropping a usual peck to the top of your head.

“I missed you too, N/N.” The two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence. Daytime in Reggie’s house was usually quiet, with his father away at his job, and his mother either locked in her room drinking, or away at the bar. The two of you laid there for a little longer before Reggie noticed the time.

“I gotta go to practice.” He hummed. On Sundays, the band usually practiced earlier in the day, taking advantage of the fact that they all usually had the time free. You sighed dramatically, detangling yourself from him. He laughed at your antics, sitting up and stretching.

As he climbed out of the warm bed, Reggie asked, “Are you feeling up to coming to practice today? You don’t have to, but I know the others miss you just as much as I did.” He asked you over his shoulder. You grinned.

Reggie and your other friends had a band, called Sunset Curve, that they had started two years ago. They were amazing and you loved to hear them play. In recent months, they had been getting bigger and bigger gigs. You thought they were close to their goal, playing at the Orpheum, and used to go to practices regularly to cheer them on.

“I think that it’ll be good to go.” you hummed. “Give me something else to focus on rather than…” You didn’t want to say his name. Reggie nodded, and supplied a good substitute for you.

“Douchebag.” You laughed.

“Yeah, Douchebag.”

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An hour later, you and Reggie were sitting side by side on the leather couch in Bobby’s garage, which had quickly become the boy’s studio space. You were talking quietly, catching each other up on the things that you had missed while waiting for the other boys to show up.

Unsurprisingly, considering it was his garage in the first place, Bobby was the first out of the others to arrive. He did a quick double take when he realized that you were sitting on the couch next to Reggie. He smiled at you, though, lifting his arm to bump forearms with you. He wasn’t usually one for much physical affection, a stark contrast to Luke and Reggie who both craved the contact.

“Hey, Y/N, good to see you in here again. It was getting a little too bogged down with idiocy for my taste.” Bobby teased lightly. Reggie flipped him off, a smile sitting on his face despite his action. You grinned.

“Well, I’ll be happy to bring the balance back again, then.” You played along with him. He grinned back at you, dropping down on the side of you that wasn’t already occupied by Reggie.

In hindsight, that probably wasn’t the wisest idea. Luke was the next to show up, nose buried in his songbook. You grinned.

“Hey, Luke.” You called out, gaining his attention for a split second.

“Hey, N/N.” It took him a moment to realize who you were, but when he did, his head popped back up, and a wide smile broke out over his face. “Y/N!” He called out, tossing his songbook onto the coffee table before throwing himself over you, and incidentally also landing half in Bobby’s lap. Bobby complained but didn’t move him off, knowing if he did, it would just make Luke pout, and a pouty Luke wasn’t what he wanted to deal with at the moment. Instead he delt with having the other boy half in his lap. You wrapped your arms around Luke, holding on to him, feeling a lightness in your chest that you hadn’t felt for a long time. You couldn’t believe you let Chaz take you from your boys as long as he had.

Alex was the last to arrive, stammering out an apology about his parents holding him back. The others waved him off.

“It gave us time to reconnect with our little N/N, anyway.” Luke spoke from his place, still in your lap. Alex paused, a happy smile playing at his lips, before it turned to a concerned frown.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N, but what happened to your cheek?” Alex asked. You felt three more pairs of eyes fall to you as they only just registered the light bruise that adorned your cheek.

“Let’s not go into that.” Reggie said softly. You shook your head.

“Please. Can we just leave it alone for now? I can’t guarantee that I’m not going to cry and you guys need to practice, not worry about me.

“We’ll always worry about you. You’re one of us, kid.” Bobby smiled. Luke and Alex nodded their agreement.

“You don’t have to tell us now. But you will have to talk to us eventually.” Alex said softly.

“I promise I will tell you guys what happened eventually. And we have forever, now. I’m not gonna be disappearing for a while.” Luke and Alex smiled, but you didn’t miss the look that crossed Bobby’s face when you said that, and you knew that he picked up on what he thought had happened. You reached for his hand with your free one, and he surprisingly took it. The five of you sat for a little longer before the boys had to get up and start practicing.

You listened and watched them jam out, realizing once again just how much you missed your best friends.

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Within the week, Chaz only tried to approach you once. He unfortunately tried when Bobby was with you at your locker. By this point, you had already told the boys what had gone on, and they were all wary of the other boy. So the moment that he tried to approach you, Bobby was immediately on guard when he approached you.

“Y/N?” Chaz sounded hesitant. You barely glanced at him.

“What do you want?” You asked. Bobby stood off to the side, keeping quiet, waiting before stepping in.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped.” You slammed your locker closed, turning towards him and crossing your arms over your chest.

“You shouldn’t have snapped?” you scoffed. “That’s the only thing you did wrong that night, Chaz.”

“I know.”

“Apologies don’t make up for it.” You huffed and turned away from him. Chaz reached for you, grabbing your arm and turning you back around, ignoring the fact that you stiffened under his touch. He couldn’t ignore Bobby, though, who had stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest.

“Step back and let her go.” He told Chaz. Chaz huffed and did as he was told.

“You’ve got a security detail now?” He huffed again at you. You snapped.

“No. I’ve got friends who actually give a fuck about how I feel.” You were too focused on Chaz to notice Reggie showing up next to Bobby. “We’re done, and I regret ever saying yes to you.” Chaz’s face morphed and he looked angry.

“You were never worth the time anyway.” Before you could think, your fist was colliding with his face. Chaz stumbled back, and you shook the stinging feeling out of your knuckles. You were lucky that it was after school and the only reason you were still around was to wait on Reggie. The group of bystanders that had gathered cheered.

“You weren’t either.” you turned to Bobby and Reggie, smiling. Bobby looked surprised. It was rare that you would even yell or raise your voice in the slightest, so seeing you punch someone else was a break in your character. Reggie on the other hand looked absolutely starstruck, but you didn’t wait around to find out why that was. You headed out of the building, knowing full well they would be following close behind.

You guys sat in Bobby’s old car, waiting on the other two to show up, and once they did, the ride back to the studio was quiet, which you were fine with. Once you were back to the studio, though, Reggie sat you down before disappearing and reappearing with a first aid kit. He held out his hand, and you looked at him, confused.

“Your hand, N/N.” He said softly. You looked down at the knuckles, not even realizing that they had split from the one punch. You handed him your hand and let him set to work, cleaning the cuts and putting bandages over them.

You heard Bobby on the other side of the room, telling Alex and Luke what had happened, and why you seemed to be really tense. You could feel their eyes on you, but you ignored them, opting instead to focus on Reggie’s hands on your own.

In the past week that you had been separated from Chaz you realized just how much the raven haired boy in front of you meant to you, and you felt dumb. You regretted wasting all of that time with the ungrateful man you did, and wish you had instead realized that the best thing was right in front of you all this time. You hoped that it wasn’t too late for something to happen.

It took Reggie calling your name a few times for you to realize that you had zoned out, and had been staring at him while he had tried to talk to you.

“Hm?” you felt your face heating up. Reggie laughed softly.

“I’m proud of you.” He said with a smile. He continued after he saw the confused look on your face. “You stood up to Chaz. That’s not something that you would have normally done, N/N. I’m proud that you finally did.”

You smiled shyly. “I just realized that I had had enough. He had been trying to tear me from my friends. He didn’t support me the way you would.” You froze when the last few words left your mouth, and you wished you could take them back, especially with the way the boy was looking at you.

“What do you mean?” He asked softly.

“I mean the way that all of you guys would support me.” You said softly, looking down. Reggie shook his head, squeezing your hand, which was still settled in his.

“No you didn’t.” You pulled away, sitting back on the couch and pulling your legs up to your chest.

“I’m sorry, Reg. I didn’t mean anything. I just-“ you broke off, but you knew the harm was already done. Reggie stayed where he was for a moment.

“What if I wanted it to mean something?” He asked, voice soft. You looked up at him, cocking your head.

“Why would you want it to mean something?” You asked softly. ”It’s not like we’re anything more than friends.”

Reggie moved to sit on the couch next to you, and he gently loosened one of your hands from where they were tightly wrapped around your legs. “I realized a couple months into your relationship that I had wanted more with you.” Reggie said softly.

“Oh, Reggie.” You sighed softly.

“You seemed so happy with him, so I didn’t say anything. But now I have the chance to, and I don’t want to let that go.” He shot one of his signature soft smirks at you, and you laughed softly.

“I’ve realized in the past week the same thing. Look at us taking forever to figure out that our best friends were our best loves all along.” You teased softly. Applause sounded from the other side of the room, causing you and Reggie to look over at your other friends.

“It’s honestly about time.” Bobby rolled his eyes. “Now get over here so we can practice.” Reggie smiled at you before jumping up and moving to join his friends. He paused and turned back to you, pulling you up from your seat on the couch, making you laugh again.

He pulled you in for a tight hug before pulling away enough to press a kiss to your lips. You might have had some bumps in the road, but here you were now, happy and knowing that you would remain so for the time to come.

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Ink and Music- Epilogue

Pairing: Reggie Peters x Reader

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

TW: very brief alcohol mentions

A/N: Here’s the finale of my first multi-part fic! I hope you guys enjoyed reading, and thank you for all the love I’ve gotten on it so far! thank you for going on this little journey with me!

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Epilogue

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You knew now that you would be in good hands, and Reggie realized the same. From that moment on, it was rare to see the two of you apart. Where you went, Reggie was sure to be close behind. When the two of you had free time together, you could be seen arm in arm. You attended each band practice, and grew closer with his bandmates.

Reggie was a sweetheart, but you learned over time that he tended to put others before himself, and that didn’t change with you, in fact, it seemed to worsen. He would always defer to you in situations, rather than speak out about what he himself wanted. You were quick to put an end to this, though, bouncing it back at him. You would encourage him to pick places he wanted, and he eventually got used to it, no longer pushing everything to you for you to decide. He started to have his own opinions and you were happy about it.

Things weren’t always roses for the two of you though, but it was to be expected. The two of you handled the issues well, talking through things before they could turn into bigger fights though, and things rarely escalated between the two of you.

On the rare occasions that they did, the two of you would spend time apart, letting each other calm down before things could go too far. Your friends were envious of the two of you and the relationship you shared. You seemed to be the perfect couple, and nothing seemed to shake the two of you.

Everyone was waiting for the moment that he would propose. They all figured it was coming, and they wanted to be there to see it when it happened. Little did they know that they would get the chance.

It was the end of your group’s senior year, and graduation was just around the corner. Reggie enlisted the help of Julie and Flynn, asking them to subtly inquire about your idea of a perfect proposal. But he was quick to realize Flynn might not have been the best person to ask, when the topic popped up during one of the breaks during practice one night.

“So, Y/N,” Flynn started off, her voice drawing the attention of the boys and Julie. “What’s your idea of a perfect proposal?” You were thrown by the question, and shrugged.

“I’ve never really thought about it.” You hummed.

“Come on,” Julie pulled the desk to your right closer, perching on the edge of it and facing you. “You’ve got to have a way that would win you over. Something that would absolutely make you weak in the knees.” You stopped to think about it.

“I guess… just knowing that my partner is happy and content enough to be comfortable proposing would be enough. The idea that someone wants to spend the rest of their life with me would win me over in a heart-beat. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy or even planned ahead of time. Not really.” You hummed. You were smiling at the thought.

By this point, everyone knew about Reggie being your soulmate, and they were happy for the man. Flynn and Julie were the only two who knew that he was getting ready to propose, though. They were also the only two who had seen the ring.

It was a silver band with a heart shaped red synthetic diamond inlay. Smaller white diamonds surrounded the heart. There was a small clip hidden under the inlay for the wedding band to connect after the marriage, and he already had that picked out as well, a simple band with a quill engraved on one half and Reggie’s bass on the other. Their soulmarks were immortalized in the metal.

He was pulled from his thoughts by Luke calling him. They were ready to continue practicing now. Julie had rejoined the group, and they were just waiting on him.

Two weeks later, the group was celebrating the night before graduation. Some alcohol was being passed around, but there wasn’t a lot of consumption. They all had to be up and ready in the morning for commencement, so no one really wanted to get heavily drunk, but they wanted to enjoy the night.

They were scattered around Julie and Flynn’s room. Flynn, Carrie, Alex, and Willie were all piled on Flynn’s bed, a tangle of limbs. Bobby was sitting on the floor, back against the leg of Flynn’s bed. Luke and Julie were in the desk chairs, and you and Reggie had taken residence on Julie’s bed. You were curled into his side, head resting on his shoulder. His arm was around you, keeping you securely in place.

“Once we get home, I’m so ready to sleep for a month.” Willie laughed out. Luke nodded in agreement. Contrary to popular actions, the seven of you had gotten a house together in the summer between your junior and senior years. The band wanted to stick together. To be closer to make practices and shows easier to get to. Alex wanted Willie to come along because he was his soulmate. Reggie wanted the same for you, and the others agreed that it would make both Alex and Reggie happy to have you and Willie with them, and the two of you were basically part of the band, even if you didn’t play with them.

Flynn and Carrie had gotten a smaller apartment together in the same area, wanting a little more space to themselves than the communal house would give them. You were all happy.

If anyone told you that you would be living with a band, and in a relationship with one of the members at the beginning of your freshman year, you would have told them they were crazy. And yet here you were, blissfully happy and surrounded by close friends and people that you considered family. You wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.

You looked up to find Reggie’s eyes already on you. You smiled softly up at him, and he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Your friends whooped around you and you hummed softly into his lips in response. Reggie pulled back, pressing his forehead against yours. It was moments like these that reminded you how fragile the boy could be. He told you why he was scared, and while you knew you would never hurt him, he couldn’t help but worry about it. You saw the fear pass over his features occasionally, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

“Baby?” You murmured, calling his attention. He pulled back just far enough to be able to look at you without needing to cross his eyes. “I love you.” You smiled at him. The smile that he shot back at you was bright enough to blind you, but you found you couldn’t look away.

“I love you too,” he said, pulling away and climbing off the bed. You shivered, the cool air of the room relacing the warmth of his body beside you. You were confused, not understanding why he had pulled away and climbed off the bed, and he read it on your face as he turned to face you. Your friends had fallen quiet around you, but you hardly noticed them, eyes locked on Reggie.

“Y/n, this isn’t quite what I had planned, and I wanted to do this tomorrow, but I don’t think I can really wait much longer without giving it away to you somehow.” He started. You tilted your head, brows knitted together in concern.

“Giving what away?”

“The day that Luke pulled me along, dragging me over to talk to you has easily become one of the best days of my life. If he hadn’t encouraged that, I would never have talked to you outside of class. I wouldn’t have seen the little red bass that marks you as my soulmate. You, among others, have been one of the biggest things to keep me going these past few years, and you’ve bettered me in so many ways.”

He dropped to one knee in front of the bed, and you felt your jaw drop. You heard your friends cheer, but your mind only focused on Reggie’s next words, and the small clamshell box that he pulled from his pocket and opened.

“Will you wrangle this horse called life with me?” You laughed. It was such a unique way for someone to ask you to marry them, but it was definitely a Reggie way of doing it, and that made your heart swell. You dropped from the bed, falling to his level. You threw your arms around him, the force of the hug startling him and the box slipped from his grasp. He instinctively wrapped arms around you, laughing as well.

“Of course I will.” Your voice was muffled, as you were speaking into his shoulder.

“Huh?” Reggie thought he heard you, but wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to assume in a matter as important as this.

“Yes!” You laughed, lifting your face so he could hear you and so you could press a kiss to his lips. Reggie kissed back before remembering that he dropped the ring, and pulled away, panicking for a moment, looking around.

Bobby had grabbed the ring box when it dropped, knowing his friend would zone on it, and handed it to him. Reggie thanked him and took it, reopening the box and taking the ring out, slipping it onto your finger. You looked down at it, watching the diamond wink in the light.

Yeah, college had been tough, but it had been wonderful too. You gained one of the best families you could have asked for. And you found your soulmate. You hadn’t really set out to find him in the first place, and never really considered the idea of finding your soulmate, and yet, the boy had fallen right into your lap. You were happy, and satisfied.

You grinned at Reggie as the pair of you got up off the floor and back on the bed, the topic of discussion quickly turning from random things to the impending wedding. There was a satisfying warmth that settled in your chest, and you hoped that it would stay there for a long time.

The future was unknown, but one thing you were certain of was the fact that Reggie would be by your side through it all. He would be your constant, and you would be his rock. You knew that your futures would forever be intertwined from that day on.

You were looking forward to the days filled with ink and music.

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Can I Be Him? Part 2- You Were Right

Pairing- Luke Patterson X Reader (Unrequited)

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Requested: Yes. Omg can you do a part two where he goes to see her as a ghost? To see how she’s getting on? Please can you tag me??

A/N: @jjmaybanksrings Here’s your tag, honey! sorry this took me a while to get out, and I’m sorry for some more emotional angst. Enjoy!

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Part 1

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A year later and the boys were playing at the Orpheum. While he never truly got over his feelings for you, Luke learned the hard way that night that you were right where you wanted to be with Bobby. His heart hurt knowing that it wasn’t him making you happy, but at the same time he didn’t want to get in the way of that happiness.

He was resolved to let you be with who he wanted and watch from the sidelines.

Three bad hotdogs and 25 years later, Alex, Luke, and Reggie were in the same place but a different time. Everything was new around them. Technology they didn’t fully understand, new slang that they had to learn, new places in the town that weren’t there before, and old ones that were forever gone.

They had come across Bobby, or Trevor, as he was known now, finding out that he had taken all of Luke’s songs and performed them. They haunted him briefly, learning things about him had changed.

He wasn’t the closed off rocker that he had been when he was part of Sunset Curve. Now he was rich. He was popular. He had one sellout album, one that did well. Luke wasn’t surprised it was his music that made the man popular. He was many things, but humble was not one of them. Luke knew that he was the best writer out of the four of them.

Trevor had his mansion, and most of all, a daughter. Luke saw no traces of you in the house when he was there, and Carrie didn’t look like you at all. Seeing Tevor and Carrie brought a new issue to his mind. You. If you weren’t with Bobby, and hadn’t been long enough for him to have a daughter around Julie’s age, where were you now?

One night while the band was practicing, all Luke could think about was you. Were you happy now? What had become of you? His mind wasn’t in the music, and he was stumbling over the songs, trying to focus, but finding his mind drawn to you. Once they wrapped up, Reggie pulled him to the side before they could finish cleaning up.

“What’s gotten into you, man?” Reggie asked. Luke shook his head.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been distracted.”

“It’s Y/N, isn’t it?” Reggie’s always been smarter than he seemed. He’s always been able to read his friends well. Reggie knew about Luke’s feelings. They had spent many a sleepless night with Luke agonizing over you.

“Yeah. It is.” Reggie perched on the arm of one of the chairs.

“Hey Julie?”

“Reggie-” Luke cut himself off when Julie approached.

“Yeah?” She hummed brightly, approaching the duo.

“Can you look someone up for us? Y/N Y/L/N?” Reggie asked her. Julie nodded, pulling out her phone.

“Someone you guys knew?”

“Yeah. She was… A really good friend.” Luke said, his voice soft. He kept his eyes on his hands. He didn’t want to see the pitying look from Reggie, or the curiosity on Julie’s face.

“It looks like she still lives here in town, but-” Luke didn’t stay around to hear the end of Julie’s sentence. He poofed out of the room, leaving a bewildered band behind.

He poofed in front of your childhood house, unsure of whether or not you would be there, but the uncertainty was soon wiped away when he saw you in the window. You weren’t the young thing he remembered, but he still recognized your smile. He stepped into the house, shifting through the door. He looked around, seeing the change. The evidence of a family he didn’t think you would have.

For some reason, it didn’t register in his head that you would move on. You never liked him the way that he liked you. Loved you. He sidestepped toys and things sprawled around the house, making his way towards the kitchen.

There you stood, looking as elegant as ever as you prepared dinner with a small boy glued to your hip. An older girl sat at the table, books open in front of her. She seemed to be as studious as you were.

The front door opened behind them, and a handsome man walked in, calling out for you. You responded, yelling back that you were in the kitchen, and he made his way over to you.

He pulled you into a deep kiss, and you were smiling brightly when he pulled away. It hit Luke in that moment. The smile that sat on your face was different from the one he had seen when you were with Bobby. It was brighter, more natural. You were more relaxed than he had ever seen you.

You were truly happy here, with your two children, and what he assumed was your husband. It hit him hard at that moment that you were right that night. You didn’t need a knight. You needed someone who would listen to you. Who would give you what you wanted. And you found him. And it wasn’t Luke.

The tears that fell down his face this time weren’t out of frustration. They weren’t out of disappointment. Not even sadness. Maybe a little sadness. But they were happy. He was happy for you.

You were right. Luke couldn’t give you what you needed, but neither could Bobby. Here you were now. Luke approached the kitchen island, leaning against it, letting the tears fall as he smiled. He wanted to bask in the soft atmosphere in your home. The family rushing around him. The air was knocked from his lungs though, when he heard you call for your son.

“Luke! Dinner’s ready!” He came running from upstairs, where Luke presumed his room was.

You named your boy after him. Luke realized now that he wanted what he couldn’t have. Seeing you here with the life you had built for yourself in those 25 years they were stuck in the dark room, he knew that. You were never his to have. And he knew that now.

But knowing that he still seemed to live on in your memory, enough that you named one of your children after him. That was enough to lift the heaviness in his heart. Luke knew that he would never fully be over you, and yet, he felt like he could let it go, knowing that you were now truly happy in the life you were in now.

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Can I Be Him? Part 2- You Were Right

Pairing- Luke Patterson X Reader (Unrequited)

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Requested: Yes. Omg can you do a part two where he goes to see her as a ghost? To see how she’s getting on? Please can you tag me??

A/N: @jjmaybanksrings Here’s your tag, honey! sorry this took me a while to get out, and I’m sorry for some more emotional angst. Enjoy!

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Part 1

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He was resolved to let you be with who he wanted and watch from the sidelines.

They had come across Bobby, or Trevor, as he was known now, finding out that he had taken all of Luke’s songs and performed them. They haunted him briefly, learning things about him had changed.

“What’s gotten into you, man?” Reggie asked. Luke shook his head.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been distracted.”

“Yeah. It is.” Reggie perched on the arm of one of the chairs.

“Hey Julie?”

“Reggie-” Luke cut himself off when Julie approached.

“Yeah?” She hummed brightly, approaching the duo.

“Can you look someone up for us? Y/N Y/L/N?” Reggie asked her. Julie nodded, pulling out her phone.

“Someone you guys knew?”

“Yeah. She was… A really good friend.” Luke said, his voice soft. He kept his eyes on his hands. He didn’t want to see the pitying look from Reggie, or the curiosity on Julie’s face.

“It looks like she still lives here in town, but-” Luke didn’t stay around to hear the end of Julie’s sentence. He poofed out of the room, leaving a bewildered band behind.

The front door opened behind them, and a handsome man walked in, calling out for you. You responded, yelling back that you were in the kitchen, and he made his way over to you.

The tears that fell down his face this time weren’t out of frustration. They weren’t out of disappointment. Not even sadness. Maybe a little sadness. But they were happy. He was happy for you.

“Luke! Dinner’s ready!” He came running from upstairs, where Luke presumed his room was.

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JATP Taglist: @spooky-scary-lesbian

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #luke patterson #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson x y/n #luke x reader #unrequited love

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Ooh this’ll be fun! I know I’m a newer writer, so have a chance to get to know me!

New ask game for writers

1. Favorite place to write. 2. Favorite part of writing. 3. Least favorite part of writing. 4. Do you have writing habits or rituals? 5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most. 6. Favorite character you ever created. 7. Favorite author. 8. Favorite trope to write. 9. Least favorite trope to write. 10. Pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about. 11. Describe your writing process from scratch to finish. 12. How do you deal with self-doubts? 13. How do you deal with writers block? 14. What’s the most research you ever put into a book? 15. Where does your inspiration come from? 16. Where do you take your motivation from? 17. On avarage, how much writing do you get done in a day? 18. What’s your revision or rewriting process like? 19. First line of a WIP you’re working on. 20. Post a snippet of a WIP you’re working on. 21. Post the last sentence you wrote in one of your WIP’s. 22. How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied and a project is ultimately done for you? 23. Single or multi POV, and why? 24. Poetry or prose, and why? 25. Linear or non-linear, and why? 26. Standalone or series, and why? 27. Do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? 28. And who do you share them with? 29. Who do you write for? 30. Favorite line you’ve ever written. 31. Hardest character to write. 32. Easiest character to write. 33. Do you listen to music when you’re writing? 34. Handwritten notes or typed notes? 35. Tell some backstory details about one of your characters in your story ________. 36. A spoiler for story _________. 37. Most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you. 38. Have you shared your outline of your story ________ with someone? If so, what did they think of it? 39. Do you base your characters of real people or not? If so, tell us about one. 40. Original Fiction or Fanfiction, and why? 41. How many stories do you work on at one time? 42. How do you figure out your characters looks, personality, etc. 43. Are you an avid reader? 44. Best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten. 45. Worst piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten. 46. What would your story _______ look like as a tv show or movie? 47. Do you start with characters or plot when working on a new story? 48. Favorite genre to write in. 49. What do you find the hardest to write in a story, the beginning, the middle or the end? 50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had. 51. Describe the aesthetic of your story _______ in 5 sentences or words. 52. How did writing change you? 53. What does writing mean to you? 54. Any writing advice you want to share?

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writing-for-the-people · 4 years ago

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Ink and Music Part 4

Pairing: Reggie Peters X Reader

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

A/n: Just an epilogue left after this part! Also, I’m really dumb and posted this to the wrong account. My bad y’all!

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Epilogue

The past few weeks have been some of your favorite. You were spending more and more time with the band. Most of your free time in fact had been with them, either as they practice, or just goofing off together.

You would work on homework with them, some days getting more done than other days, but you wouldn’t pass it up for anything. What you would pass up on is the hot and cold way that Reggie was starting to treat you.

Some days he would be all over you, holding your hand and wanting to talk to you about anything and everything he could think of. Idle touches and not wanting to leave your side. While on other days he would avoid you all together. Sidestepping your affection and dodging your questions. He would be friendly with everyone else that day except you, and you didn’t understand it.

Luke, Alex, and Bobby all three had told you that the boy would explain when he was ready, but you weren’t having it. You wanted to know why, but every time you would ask him, he would tell you that he needed to go and speed off somewhere else, avoiding you entirely for the rest of the day. You’d had enough of it.

You were quiet as the two of you made your way back to your dorm room. On good days, he would sit with you until band practice in your room, working on homework, playing video games together, or just talking. You were loath to bring up his avoidance on a good day, but you needed to know.

The actions were starting to get to you, and you were beginning to wonder whether or not Reggie was truly happy being your soulmate, or if he felt that he was better off before he found out about you. You could understand. Reggie was in a band, a good band at that. He would be super. The man would be popular and well liked. Reggie could have his pick of women and men who would be falling over themselves to even get close to them, all of them much more attractive and beautiful than you were.

“Y/N? Did you hear me?” Reggie asked softly, pulling you from your thoughts. You thanked him as he held the door to your building open for you and you led him through it to your room.

“No, Reg. I didn’t. I’m sorry, I spaced out for a second.” He laughed softly, taking your hand.

“That’s all good. I just said this paper is gonna be a pain to write.”

“Yeah, it is.” The two of you entered your room, and Reggie dropped his bag by the door, and plopping himself down on your bed. You laughed and set your stuff down next to his, toeing your shoes off and perching at his feet on the edge of the bed.

“Hey, Reg?”

“Yeah, sugar?” Reggie hummed, shifting so he could look at you.

“I know that it’s a good day-”

“Course it is. It’s always a good day when I’m with you.” He grinned. You winced.

“It doesn’t always seem that way.” You muttered before thinking.

“What?” The smile dropped from his face and he sat up, sensing a shift in your mood. You looked at your lap, fiddling with your hands. He reached out, cupping your hands in his, stopping you from picking at the skin. He let go of one, setting a gentle finger on your chin to lift your head so you were looking at him. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

“I just…” you huffed and pulled back, letting his hand drop back to your lap. “The others told me to wait, and you would tell me when you’re ready, but-” You looked back down at your hands, tracing the scroll, ink, and quill that sat on his wrist.

“But what?” He prompted softly.

“It feels like, sometimes, you don’t like the fact that I’m your soulmate.” The look of heartbreak on Reggie’s face made your own ache. “I’m not saying that that’s how you actually feel, Reggie. It’s just sometimes, you pull away. Sometimes you don’t even want to talk to me. I feel like it’s my fault. Like I’ve done something to upset you, but I don’t even know what it could be. I just know that I don’t like it. I care a lot about you, Reggie, and I want to fix this. I want us to be soulmates.”

“It’s not you.” He murmured softly. You watched tears well in his eyes and fall before he started speaking again. “I promise you, Y/N. It’s not you. I want this. I want us to work, I want to fix this, too.” You reached up, wiping the tears away.

“Talk to me, honey. Please. Tell me what’s going wrong. Part of being soulmates means that we never leave each other behind or alone. We can work through this together.” You spoke softly to him. Reggie nodded, taking a deep breath before nodding. He gripped your hands tightly.

“The way I grew up, the experience I had with soulmates, hasn’t been a good one. My parents. They’re soulmates. But things didn’t work out. They aren’t even together anymore.”

“You’re afraid.” You put two and two together.

“Yes. I’m afraid of soulmates. I’m afraid that, after we really get to know each other that we’ll fight. We’ll grow to hate each other, and everything will fall apart around us. All the happy memories, all of the good times, they’d be tainted by the fact that we have to spend those times together. That we were made for each other, when we don’t want anything to do with each other at all.” His words broke off into heavy sobs.

You pulled the bassist into a tight embrace, holding him close as he cried. You never realized just how deep the pain might be. Now you understood why the others were telling you to wait until he was ready to tell you.

Reggie was always so happy, so upbeat and positive, you never realized that he was hiding his anxieties and fears behind that bright smile each day. Now his hesitations and avoicances made sense to you. You stroked his hair, planting a kiss to his forehead.

“Hey, Reg, look at me.” You murmured softly, lifting his head so he was looking at you. “Thank you, baby. Thank you for telling me. Now you and I can work through this together. We are not your parents. I don’t know about you, Reg, but I know that I’m better with you. Things for me improved the moment you and Luke came over to my table and started talking to me.” You felt tears of your own slipping down your cheeks the longer you looked at the man in front of you. He smiled softly at you.

“I feel better with you too. But I’m scared we’ll break.” You shook your head.

“If we do break, we can always build ourselves up stronger than we were before. There will always be cracks in the road, Reggie. We just need to pave over them to make it smooth again. It will never be easy, nothing ever is. We have to work for it. I’m willing to work for it. I want to love you, Reg. Hell, I do love you. But I can’t do this alone. I need your help. Do you want to live up to these marks?” You stroked over his wrist again, smiling. “Do you want to make this work with me?”

He was quiet for a long moment after your little monologue. You were ready to pull away, but he shook his head, tightening his grip on your hands.

“I want to make this work. I want to live up to these marks. I want to fill the cracks with gold. I want to be with you, Y/N. Now and forever.”

“It’s not going to be easy.” You cautioned lightly.

“Nothing ever is.” Reggie smiled up at you, mirroring your words and your actions, wiping the tears that sat on your cheeks away. You laughed softly, cupping his cheeks.

“I’m glad.” You muttered softly.

“Thank you.” was Reggie’s response. He leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his. You closed the space between the two of you, pressing your lips against his.

He melted into the gentle kiss, wrapping his arms around you before deepening the kiss a small bit. You ran your thumbs over his cheeks before pulling back to catch your breath, keeping your foreheads together again.

“Our ink and music together will make a beautiful sound and picture.” You said with a small grin. Reggie nodded, and moved, shuffling so he was laying on his back and you were pressed tightly to his chest. You relaxed against him, running a finger over the material of his shirt.

And Reggie knew you were right. The way may be tough, but with you by his side, he felt like he could do anything. Things would never be so bad, because he wouldn’t be alone as he was before. Now you were with him, and his notes would entangle with your ink for a long time to follow.

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Tag List: @ifilwtmfc, @katrina765, @shmaptainshada, @mystic-writings, @notsosmexy, @padmoonyfeorge, @caswinchester2000, @who-even-is-galileo, @cxlpxrnia, @spooky-scary-lesbian

#reggie x reader #reggie peters x reader #reggie peters #jatp #julie and the phantoms #reggie peters x yn

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writing-for-the-people · 4 years ago

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I love the way you write soft dark. how about pining dark, pre-relationship? 👀

Yes!!! I love this! It might take me a little while with my busy schedule but I will definitely get something out for this!

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Can I Be Him?

Pairing: Bobby Wilson X Reader, Luke Patterson X Reader (Unrequited)

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Song: Can I Be Him, James Arthur

A/N: I’m sorry. I promise I don’t hate Luke. The next thing I post for him should be happy, and not angsty. I don’t really like this. I’m not to good at angst, so I guess it’s always good to step out of your comfort zone, but here y’all go.

Part 2

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You walked in the room, now my heart has been stolen.

You took me back in time to when I was unbroken.

Now you’re all I want.

And I knew it from the very first moment.

The moment you walked into the studio that day, Luke knew you held his heart from then on. You made everything that was bad in his life disappear, and all he could see was you. They had been milling about, waiting on Alex and Reggie to show up for practice. You had knocked so softly on the door, and the smile that graced Bobby’s face was so out of place.

That was the first sign to Luke that you were something special. Bobby hopped up and let you in the room, embracing you tightly. Luke didn’t even know your name and he was already falling deeply for you. Bobby led you over to the chair he was sitting in, and pulled you into his lap, grinning and talking excitedly to you.

The cursory glance that you shot at Luke was enough to have his heart doing flips in his chest. You smiled and introduced yourself. Y/N. Even your name was beautiful to him.

‘Cause a light came on when I heard that song and I want you to sing it again.

Bobby said something about a song that you had been working on and your face lit up. You jumped up excitedly, asking if you could use the acoustic guitar. Of course the two boys told you that it was okay. You could use that to play. Why wouldn’t you be able to? You were Bobby’s girlfriend after all.

I swear that every word you sing, you wrote them for me.

Like it was a private show, I know you never saw me.

The delicate way you held the guitar as you started to strum. The soft richness of your voice. The alluring presence you held. Everything about you held Luke’s attention. He felt like the words of your love song were written for him. It felt like you were singing for him.

He wished you were. He didn’t understand it. How could someone as emotionally closed off as Bobby manage to win your heart? But that seemed to be the way it was. You never even looked in his direction as you sang your song. You seemed to be wholly devoted to him.

Luke realized that your visits would be hard. You were an affectionate person, and it was very clear that you loved Bobby. That didn’t keep Luke’s mind from keeping him up with visions of you and him together. Of you hanging off his arm and not Bobby’s. Of Luke being the one to kiss you and hold you close and to call you baby.

It all came to a head one day when his band mate noticed that Luke was starting to pull away from him and you.

“Everything okay, Luke?” Bobby asked. Luke glanced up, seeing you wrapped up in Bobby’s arms.

“Everything’s fine.” His answer was curt, cold. Bobby scowled, knowing there was something bothering the other boy, but he didn’t want to push it.

After a little bit, Bobby nudged you, letting you go and getting up. He needed to take a shower, and figured the lull in action right then was a good enough reason to get up.

Alex and Reggie had left a while ago, and it was just the three of you. Now just you and Luke. He clenched his jaw, keeping his eyes focused on the song book sitting in front of him. He could feel your gaze on him, knew you were wondering the same thing your boyfriend was, and he wasn’t left alone for long.

“Luke, are you sure you’re okay?” You probed softly. He huffed and slammed his pencil down, hard enough to break the tip off. You jumped, startled by the violent seeming action from the usually soft spoken man.

“I’m sure you don’t actually care. Just stop probing, please.”

“You’re our friend, Luke! If something is bothering you, you should tell us.”

“Tell you?” He stood, pacing around the room. “Right. I should tell you.”

“Go on ahead, I’m listening.” He was quiet again, making one more round before he finally stopped and faced you.

I heard there was someone but I know he doesn’t deserve you.

If you were mine I’d never let anyone hurt you, no, no.

I wanna dry those tears, kiss those lips.

It’s all I’ve been thinking about.

“He doesn’t deserve you.” He said softly. You didn’t think you heard him correctly, or hoped that you didn’t, at least.

“Excuse me?”

“Bobby doesn’t deserve you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You felt anger rising in your chest. Luke knew this wasn’t going well, but the floodgates had been opened now. He had too many thoughts bouncing around in his head, and too much feeling in his chest.

“I mean that you’re too good for him. You deserve someone better.”

“Oh, like you?” You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Absolutely. I can give you more than he can.”

“Like what? What do you think you could give me that Bobby doesn’t already?”

Luke scoffed. “Are you serious? I don’t even understand what drew you to him in the first place. Bobby’s so closed off.”

“Luke-”

“No. I would be there to dry the tears from your cheeks. I’d protect you better than he could. I would be so much more than he is.”

“Enough, Luke! Do you hear yourself? Bobby is enough for me. I don’t need a knight to come riding along to protect me. I’m not some helpless thing.”

“I know you aren’t, Y/N. That’s not what I’m saying-”

“No, it isn’t. You’re encouraging me to leave my boyfriend, who I love dearly, for you. You want me to drop everything I have with him, for you.”

“Y/n-”

“There’s nothing you can say to make this better. There’s no world where you can fix this, Luke. I’m not leaving Bobby. Not because you want me to.”

Can I be the one you talk about in all your stories?

Can I be him?

“When Bobby asks, I’m inside. I don’t want to stay out here.” You turned around, ignoring Luke’s cries for you to come back. You didn’t see the way your rejection hurt him. When you left the studio, his light left as well. Luke knew he would never be the same, because you held his heart, and no matter how hard he tried, he wasn’t going to get it back.

All Luke could do was watch from the background as you and Bobby grew closer and closer, and he was pushed farther and farther away. You would always hold his heart, but you made it clear that he would never hold yours, and that killed him a little more each day.

He wished he could take Bobby’s place. He wanted to be the one to make you happy, but it was clear that all it is was a wish.

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Tag List: @poppin-potter, @pipenlademi127, @mystic-writings, @katrina765, @spooky-scary-lesbian

#unrequited love #luke patterson #jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson x reader #luke x reader #luke patterson x y/n #bobby wilson #bobby wilson x reader

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Ink and Music- Part 3

Pairing: Reggie Peterson X Reader

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

A/N: The future parts should fill out a little more over time, but here’s the third part!

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Epilogue

After class, you had headed back to your dorm room. That was the last class of the day for you, and you wanted to at least get some work done before the practice that night. You had lucked out in the dorm department. Rather than sharing a room, you had been placed in one of the single rooms on campus.

You got your stuff out, sitting at your desk and working on the little bit of homework that you had for that day. Just as it had in class, you found yourself being unable to focus on the work that was in front of you. It took you a little longer to work on an assignment that would typically take only a few minutes. Your gaze continued to stray to the quill that sat on the corner of the desk, thoughts flying around.

Before you knew it, Flynn was texting you and telling you to head over to the auditorium. The building was big enough that different groups could have rooms to practice and prepare at the same time. Even though they weren’t a class or a group through the school, the Fine Arts department said that it was okay for Sunset Curve to have one of the rooms to practice in a few times a week.

The two of you hashed out dinner, Flynn finally convincing you to go with the group after practice to the diner that they typically frequent. After that was decided, you sent her one last quick text, telling her that you were on the way to the auditorium. You packed some stuff in your bag, not knowing how long the practice would be, or if you would get bored during it, so you wanted to take something with you just in case. After one last check of your room, you headed out and towards the auditorium.

When Flynn and Reggie told the others that you would be coming to practice, Julie and Luke were both excited, but for different reasons. Julie had been trying to get you to come to one of the band’s practices for a while now, so knowing that you finally took the invitation made her happy. She didn’t spend as much time with you or know you as well as Flynn did, but she wanted to. So having this chance was exciting.

Luke was excited because he was supportive of his friends. To know that two of them had found their soulmates, and seemed genuinely happy with who they were was amazing in his mind. It kind of renewed the hope that he had had about finding his own. Alex and Willie spent a lot of time together already, so he didn’t feel the need to get involved with them, but Luke knew Reggie was a different story. Despite his seemingly easy going nature, Luke knew that the boy could have a hard time branching out and getting to know other people. He knew that Reggie’s experience with soulmates hadn’t really been good, and figured that he would have some trepidations about his own soulmate. Knowing that he had invited you to the practice, even if it was with Flynn’s assistance in some way, was a step in the right direction in Luke’s mind.

They were in the process of setting things up when you popped your head in, shy. Julie noticed you first and waved you over. “Y/N! Come on in!” The other four pairs of eyes turned towards you as well, and you ducked your head nervous as you walked in.

“Hey guys!” You waved at them. Reggie grinned and moved to your side, slinging an arm over your shoulders. You stiffened after a moment, but relaxed. Reggie smiled down at you, attention pulled away when Luke spoke up.

“Hey, Y/N. Happy to have you here. Alex, Bobby, this is Y/N.” You smiled at the boys and they each waved in turn.

“Great to have you here.” Alex hummed, turning his attention back to his drums. Bobby didn’t say anything but focused on his guitar. You frowned, and Reggie squeezed you gently.

“Don’t mind him, Bobby just gets stuck in the moment.” He said softly. You looked up at him, finding his eyes already trained on you. The small smile sitting on his face was intoxicating, but you felt him pull away after a moment. He immediately turned his attention to his bass, finishing tuning it for the night’s practice. You frowned at the sudden closing off from the boy, but didn’t have time to process it before Julie was sweeping you to the side, telling you to sit down and enjoy the show. You laughed, perching in one of the desks that were pushed to the side.

Flynn came rushing in, apologizing and quickly finding a seat next to you.

“You’re the one who told me to get here and you still arrived late.” You teased your friend lightly. Flynn stuck her tongue out at you and you laughed.

“Looks like Julie and I are not the only ones who wanted you here.” Flynn nodded towards the group. You looked over, catching Reggie’s eyes. He smiled and blushed softly before turning his attention back to the others and listening to what they were saying. You smiled.

“Kinda looks that way.” You hum. Flynn looks at you, a mischievous look spreading across her face.

“Sounds like someone’s got a crush.” She teased lightly. You shook your head quickly.

“No. I only just met him today. I don’t have a crush on him.”

“Then there’s something there. You’re all, moony eyed and stuff at him.”

“Moony eyed?” You laughed softly. Flynn reached across the small space between you, smacking your shoulder lightly.

“You know what I mean.” She huffed. “What’s going on between the two of you?”

“I’m not quite sure.” You hummed softly. Flynn looked confused but dropped the topic, turning to the band and listening when they started playing.

You had to admit that they were really good. Luke was a pretty enigmatic singer. He could hold attention really well. Julie’s voice blended well with his, and together they thrived. Your attention was pulled from the duo frequently, though, straying to Reggie.

Any uncertainty he had before playing was gone. He looked happy. He bounced around the space they had available, having little moments with all of his band mates. Even though this was just a practice, he still seemed to be performing. You wondered briefly if he was always so energetic during practices, or if it was just because you were there. You weren’t sure.

You found yourself tracing the bass on your wrist. Now that it was in front of you, it was easy to see how the two boys had recognized the image so quickly. There was no difference between the picture on your wrist and the bass in Reggie’s hands. You caught sight of his own soul mark during one of the moments where they stopped to work out some issues in the song, and smiled. Just as there was no difference in the bass, you knew there was no difference between the quill on his wrist, and the quill that sat on your desk.

The night flew by. You were surprised to be included in some of the planning sessions. Luke and Julie would ask your opinion on specific parts. Reggie and Alex would both include you in jokes, and tell you stories so you could better understand the group history and their dynamics. By the end of the session, even Bobby had seemed to warm up to you and talk more to you than he had when it first started.

Even the time that you spent together at the diner was nice. You felt like you had been friends with the group for longer than just a day. Maybe not as long as they had been friends, but you didn’t feel like an outsider as much anymore.

Neither you or Reggie brought up to the rest of the group that you were soulmates. You weren’t quite sure why he didn’t, but you wanted him to be the one who told his friends. They knew him better, and you thought it just made more sense. Even Luke didn’t bring it up, but you didn’t miss the way that he looked between the two of you and the rest of the group. Reggie and Luke seemed to be having a silent conversation, and you weren’t sure what about.

There was a point where Reggie reached for your hand, squeezing it gently before dropping it again. Your heart did a small flip in your chest and you had to calm the smile that spread across your face. Things may seem a little weird to you right now, but something in your chest was telling you that things would work themselves out eventually.

That night, sleep came easily to you. You were happy, and for the first time since you had started at Maybridge, you had found a group that you were close with, and you felt like a part of. You had found a place, and you wanted to keep that place for as long as you could.

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Tag list: @ifilwtmfc, @katrina765 @shmaptainshada, @mystic-writings, @notsosmexy, @padmoonyfeorge, @caswinchester2000, @spooky-scary-lesbian, @who-even-is-galileo, @cxlpxrnia

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #reggie x reader #reggie peters #reggie peters x reader #reggie peters imagines #reggie peters x y/n

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