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Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force for Peterpatter?

(AO3)

It was a joke. Reggie knew it had been a joke…right? He played it off like it was a joke. So Luke wasn’t entirely sure why it kept bothering him the way it did, and at the most random of times. 

Never when Luke thought it should have happened upon later contemplation.

Like while sharing a microphone would make sense. However, that felt as tense as it always had. A moment shared feeding off the energy of performing and cementing Luke’s “chemistry” argument more than anything. But no different than any time before.

No, it was while they all sat around doing their own things and sharing the same space; Luke would look up to see Reggie softly smiling as he strummed out a tune on his bass. Or when Reggie had casually stolen a sip from Alex’s milkshake. Luke’s eyes were constantly being drawn to Reggie’s mouth, remembering how soft his lips were against his fingertips, wishing he could be that goddamned straw just to feel them again.

And everytime he’d think that maybe he should bring it up or say something Reggie’s voice would always echo around his head. “Girl’s am I right?” accompanied by a tense shallow laugh and Luke’s insides would twist as something painfully tried to crawl its way up his throat. 

Beyond that brief moment where Reggie had been very obviously flustered the other boy didn’t seem as affected by the whole thing as Luke. 

Which, just, that proved it right? Luke was overthinking it. 

After all if Reggie didn’t find it a big deal and clearly wasn’t lingering on it then neither should he. 

Right?

“I’m off.” Alex announced from where he was standing by the studio doors, one late afternoon.

Luke glanced up from his notebook and guitar towards the drummer. From the corner of his eye he caught Reggie smile and wiggle those dark expressive brows of his, “off to go hang with a particular skater?”

Alex rolled his eyes, but the movement didn’t hide the way his lips awkwardly twitched trying to hide his fond smile. “You two behave,” he groaned before sharply turning on his heel and leaving. 

Leaving Luke and Reggie alone. The only two on the couch, in the studio. Alone.

Which shouldn’t have mattered.

Except…

Except it’s the first time since the joke that Luke can recall the two of them being alone like this. Just another coincidence, surely. 

He has to be imagining the way the air seems to grow tense and heavier with the revelation. The way Reggie doesn’t seem quite as relaxed as before. 

“So?” Luke drawls out, holding back on his urge to wince when no other winds spill out of his mouth. He didn’t need to say anything at all but he always felt compelled to fill tense silences. Imagined or not. 

The way Reggie turned to look at him didn’t help matters. Brows furrowed, plush lips pouting at him.  Green eyes not quite catching his when Luke forced his eyes from those lips. Almost as if Reggie had been staring at his nose…or his lips.

Luke mentally shook that idea from his mind. His imagination was getting far too carried away. 

Only when Reggie’s eyes darted back up, his eyes locking back onto Luke’s, a rosy tint began to bloom across his cheeks. He bit at his bottom lip. A subtle movement Luke shouldn’t have caught if not for the fact that his traitorous eyes had returned to looking at Reggie’s lips again while Reggie was definitely watching him. 

This time when Luke looked back up the distance between him and Reggie had closed the smallest bit. And it felt like the most natural thing to finish closing it off. 

Reggie’s nose brushed up against his wide eyes fluttering close when his warm breath ghosted across Luke’s lips. A hum rumbled through Luke's chest and throat, as his fingers tangled into Reggie’s silky hair-although he couldn’t clearly tell if it came from him or Reggie. 

Luke’s heart stuttered in his chest as he felt Reggie’s tongue trail along his bottom lip. He happily obliged the other boy tilting his head and reveling in the deepening kiss. 

Reggie desperately clung to Luke’s shirt and he was seriously considering losing the damn thing. The creak of the studio door hinge reminded Luke where they were. He and Reggie startled apart just before Flynn and Julie entered.

He knew he and Reggie both looked guilty as hell, on top of all the other visual clues they had clearly been in the middle of making out. The two girl’s exchanged knowing looks after barely glimpsing. Julie attempted to bite back a smirk, Flynn made no such effort, “are we interupting something?”

Luke exchanged a look with Reggie. Or he would have if the bassist hadn’t ducked his head down in a clear attempt to hide his fire engine blush. 

“Uh, nope.” Luke declared, then grabbed Reggie’s hand before he could deflate too far. “Actually Reg and I were just about to head out.”

“We were?” Reggie squeaked over Flynn and Julie’s barely stifled giggles.

“Yep,” Luke pulled the bassist up, guiding him toward the door, never letting go of the others hand. Whispered in his ear as they went, “you and I have some things to discuss, and possibly some more kisses to exchange.”

“Have fun.” Flynn called out after them overlapping Julie’s, “be safe.”

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Friday! ❤️ "I like looking at you." for Peterpatter?

Luke whistled as he strolled through the museum, the beams of his flashlight catching on the displays as he passed. Throwing a cheeky salute to the camera, knowing it would make Alex sigh and roll his eyes back in the security office, but that's just how their friendship worked.

Luke took his time going through the floors, stopping to admire a new display of artwork from a local artist. He didn't quite get the sculpture made of skateboard pieces, but hey, to each their own right?

Luke never saw himself as a security guard for a living, but it was a pretty sweet gig, giving him lots of time to write his songs, with plenty of time off if he got a gig. Plus he got free admission to the museum, and that was pretty sweet in and of itself.

He always appreciated art, even if that wasn't where his talents lay. The paintings, the sculptures, the weird modern displays that involved scissors hanging from the ceiling, he loved it all.

But he always ended his rounds in the same place, Boy With Sunflower. It was his favourite piece in the entire museum, depicting a pale elfin creature with golden freckles and spring bright eyes. He was smiling impishly at the painter, surrounded by sunflowers, long fingers strumming on a lute that barely covered his modesty.

From the first time he saw it, it had captivated Luke. He's not exactly sure why, but he can never seem to pass the painting by without stopping and starring for at least a moment.

"Hey buddy," he says offhandedly. So he talks to the paintings every so often-it's a lonely job some nights, and Alex spends half of it texting his mysterious boyfriend, so Luke had to amuse himself somehow right? "How's it hanging?"

Luke sits on the bench and keeps his eyes trained on the sultry little smile of the man in the painting. "I'm doing alright. I finally landed the bridge of my new song, hoping to play it at open mice night at Eats and Beats next week. We'll see how it goes over. Maybe I'll sing it for you some day."

Luke sighs, leaning his head back. "I just wish... you could hear me, you know? I like looking at you well enough, but I wish you were a real life guy who could appreciate my music. Give me feedback, or hell, play with me. I think this song would be killer with a bass line and some drums."

He turns his face towards the painting once more, the moonlight almost making the eyes of the man glint, even if that's not possible. Luke gives him a wry grin, rubbing his hand over his face. "Ah well, wishes are dreams, and dreams are pretend. So science and reason win out in the end. Maybe once upon a time you were a real person, no way someone just dreamed you up. But you're just oil on canvas now. So reason says I'm talking to the air, and I should like... download Tinder or something. Find myself a real guy."

Luke eases himself off the bench, bracing the small of his back as he does. "Okay, I gotta mosey on back. Maybe get some jerky and a Red Bull. See you tomorrow?"

Of course there's no answer, but Luke still give the painting a two finger salute and walks back, not noticing the twinkling stars in the sky or the ever present glint of the moon. His head is still full of spring green eyes and that cheeky grin.

The next day Luke comes in before the museum closes to collect his paycheque before his shift starts. And maybe he takes the long way round so he can pass by Boy With Sunflower on his way.

Only that spot on the wall is blank.

He rushes to the office where Mr. Covington, the museum director is sitting, and it looks like he's practicing a card trick when Luke bursts in. "Where's Boy With Sunflower?" he asks, his voice almost frantic.

"Please do come in," Mr. Covington says, his voice full of derision. "And to answer your question, my dear boy, that painting was on loan to us from Silver Lake. It's headed back there now, with our thanks."

"Oh," Luke says, his voice small. "It was my favourite."

"It was a plebeian work, but I guess I could see it's allure," Mr. Covington says, then hands Luke his cheque. "Now, I have a new docent coming in tonight to learn the lay of the land. I trust you and Mr. Mercer won't scare him off."

"Of course not, we'll be as friendly as can be," Luke replies, even if that job sounds more like babysitting than anything.

"Perfect. Mr. Peters is waiting in the security office now, I trust he'll still be in my employ come the morning, so please do go welcome him." The dismissal is clear, so Luke nods and vamooses, heading to his locker for his uniform and then to the office. Alex won't be here for another half hour at least, so Luke supposes he gets first shift on nanny duty.

Only, when he opens the door to the security office, he stops in his tracks. Because the man in front of him is a living, breathing replica of Boy With Sunflower, right down to the golden freckles and playful smile. Luke's heart leaps to his throat, and he holds out a hand.

"Hi, my name is Luke."

"Reggie."

[reginaldpatterson]

This scene is nothing short of a masterpiece

[reginaldpatterson]

Phantom Carols

For the @jatp-adventevent prompt: Who has the worst Christmas sweater?

Day Six: Ugly Sweater Party <-AO3!

Alex hummed as he looked through the mail, stopping at one ornate envelope. “Willie? Are you expecting mail from your dad?” Caleb was notorious for his over the top stationary, so it seemed a fitting question to ask.

Willie bounced into the kitchen, snatching up the envelope and holding it away from him as he opened it. Which, to be fair, was only because one year for his Pride party, Caleb has stuffed the envelope with glitter. Alex swore they were still cleaning it up to this day, so they had learned caution when opening mail from him. Thankfully this one seemed to contain any unfortunate surprises. “Oh, he’s having a holiday party.”

“What’s the theme this year?” Alex asked with a sigh. Willie shot him a confused look. “Babe, there’s always a theme. Last year we had to dress up as our favourite character from a Christmas movie of our choosing. The year before was all Dickens, the one before that was Twisted Nativity. So I am terrified to know what he came up with this year.”

Willie glanced at the paper in his hands and then his face screwed up before looking up at Alex. “It says to wear your ugliest holiday sweater.”

“Are you sure it’s from Caleb then? Because I don’t think he even associates with the word ugly,” Alex snarked.

“Yup, his signature is on the bottom,” Willie replied, holding out the invitation for Alex to see. “It says, and I quote, ‘the more garish or over the top the better’, which does sound a little like him.”

“Just a bit too much,” surmised Alex. “But I don’t think I have any holiday sweaters. Reggie might, but nothing he owns would fit either of us.”

“I might have a few poked away somewhere,” Willie mused. “Provided the moths haven’t eaten them yet.”

“Well, I mean, distressed clothing is in this year…”

Willie rolled his eyes at Alex and went off in search of his holiday wear collection, finally emerging from the office, his hair a little tangled, his clothes a bit askew, carrying a dusty box and a megawatt smile. “Found ’em!”

They dug through the box, finding treasures untold. Willie snatched up a bright red sweater with a tree on the front that proclaimed ‘Let’s Get Lit!’ and all the lights on the tree actually worked.

Alex rejected the muscle Santa sweater, the truly sacrilegious one with what he was sure was a Buddy Christ from Dogma on it, and the one with the reindeer threesome on it. Finally he pulled out one, and it was perfect, and he beamed when he held it up to Willie.

“Oh… I actually bought that to give you a few years ago,” Willie admitted with a blush. “But I thought you might get offended, so I stashed it.”

“No way, this is amazing! I’m gonna wear it every year!” Alex proclaimed, tossing off his hoodie and pulling the sweater down onto him, fluffing his hair back into place as he did a little spin.

“Gorgeous as always hot dog,” Willie commented. “Now, let’s get these dry cleaned before the party and hope that Caleb’s sweater is the ugliest one of all because I don't wanna be whoever it is that shows him up.”

The night of the party, Alex donned his festive sweater, the one declaring that ‘40% of us get the gift of increased anxiety’ and got Willie. The club was hopping by the time they arrived, and got some punch as they mingled. Ugly sweaters were everywhere, and the smiles seemed a lot more genuine than they were during the Dickens year. Alex didn’t blame them there, he was way comfier in his nicer slacks and this sweater than in the whole Jacob Marley get up. He still had nightmares about getting in and out of the stupid stockings he wore, and the less said about the buckled shoes, the better.

Soon the lights were dimming, meaning it was time for Caleb’s grand entrance, so they all took their seats, looking towards the stage.

The trapdoor opened, and a star emerged, clutched in Caleb’s hands, then he popped right up, and everyone laughed and clapped. Caleb’s sweater was a bright festive green colour, but it was wrapped in tinsel and had ornaments hanging from it, so that with his arms positioned as they were, he looked like a Christmas tree.

Only he tossed the star at the band, and grinned at his party guests. “Ho ho ho everyone! Now the party can actually begin, as my mere presents is a gift to you all!”

Willie groaned and shook his head. Caleb might only be his dad through adoption, but the man had embraced dad jokes like no tomorrow from the second Willie entered his care. Even now, with Willie long out of the house, with a husband and a house, Caleb still enjoyed adding as many puns to his speeches as he could, just to embarrass his poor son.

Willie didn’t even want to think about the grandpa jokes the man would come up with once he and Alex started having kids. But he was fairly certain that kid would have the most fabulous parties this side of California, there was no doubt about that.

But even Willie has to laugh when on Isla’s first Christmas with them, Caleb shows up with matching ugly sweaters for all of them. The picture becomes a yearly tradition as the sweaters grow more and more tacky, but Isla loves them, Caleb is delighted by it, and well, Alex and Willie love their family, so the tradition stays.

Even if Alex loves that first sweater that Willie gave him most of all.

#jatpadvent2022 #jatpadventevent2022 #JatpAdvent2022 - Day6 #JatPAdventEvent2022 - Day6 #Willex

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If you’re over 30 and write and/or read fan fiction, reblog!

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I know you weren't the OP but just in regards to the 'share stuff you like' post, I want to share a personal anecdote that might highlight exactly how important this is to creators, but am afraid to share it on my own blog because of the 'you should make content for yourself' crowd. Because fuck that, I make it for myself but I post it on the internet for people to interact with. Recently I discovered that people have been reccing both my art and fic privately on various servers and chats (1/5)

Like A LOT. I notice random fics get a few more kudos than normal from time to time and figure it's just a blip, but no it turns out my work is getting recced left right and center, and I HAD NO IDEA. I get so little engagement on tumblr that I assume everything I create is mediocre at best, and definitely not something people feel strongly enough about to reblog because they aren't bothered about sharing it with their friends. On Ao3 I have a small number of regular commenters, (2/5)

and get the odd random one from someone new, but overall again, middling responses. Appreciated, but not anything to indicate that more than three or four people really like what I'm posting, and the rest are very much 'thanks for adding more to this ship tag' type kudos and comments. I feel really, really not good about the work I create. So imagine my shock when I discover there are people out there saying it's awesome, but not telling ME. People I've never interacted with beyond (3/5)

them perhaps liking my posts every now and then. I have seriously considered removing all my fics from Ao3 and keeping them just for myself. I've considered giving up fic and fanart all together to try investing my time in a different hobby as I have many others. But fandom is my first love, and brings me a lot of joy, but that doesn't mean I don't still want to know when people like my stuff! Tell people if someone's recced their work to you in private, please. It's a huge boost. (4/5)

so folks, put yourself in that person's shoes. Could you imagine being like me, thinking you're mediocre or bad only to find out that in private people are sharing your work around like it's a big secret? If anything that makes me feel almost worse because it's like folks are embarrassed to admit they enjoy what I create, which makes me think there's something about me as a person that puts them off. An insight into the mind of one creator, that might shed some insight into the convo (5/5)

Ahh that's crazy! I'm so sorry! D: And thank you so much for sharing this. I don't have anything to add so I'll let your words speak for themselves, but I hope people stop hiding and show you the appreciation you deserve! <3

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Fluffy Winter Prompts! 3. A and B have a snowball fight (bonus if A flirts with B to distract B) for Peterpatter?

Luke is walking towards the studio when he's pelted by a snowball. "Hey!" he cries, eyes searching frantically for the culprit. He scans the area, seeing the shaking bush and smirks. "Gotcha," he whispers, slowly leaning down to make his own ammunition, then creeping forward.

Peering over the bush he can see Reggie struggling to muffle his laughter as he makes more snowballs. Only looking up and seeing Luke's smug face. "Hey hot stuff," he says, smile weak. "Figured the snow would melt right off you."

"You need to work on your game," Luke says, tossing his snowball up in the air, catching it and lobs it at Reggie as he runs.

Reggie giggles, staring to pelt Luke with the few snowballs he managed to scoop up as he fled. Luke shouts with indignation, making his own and throwing them with vigor. Most of his go wide, while Reggie's land true more often than not.

"How are you so good at this?" Luke calls.

"Six years of Little League plus pick up games with Carlos every weekend baby!" Reggie calls back, crowing with victory when he hits his target once more.

Luke sputters as the snow hits his face, brushing the projectile off his cheek. Thankfully Reggie doesn't aim to hurt him, and it's more uncomfortable than painful. He finally manages to land another blow, hitting Reggie's arm. "Finally got you!"

"Oh hun, you can have me whenever you want me," Reggie says, fluttering his eyelashes and blowing Luke a kiss. Luke flushes, then shrieks when Reggie hits him with yet another snowball, this time right over his heart.

Luke looks at Reggie, the self-satisfied, impish smirk on his face and figures two can play at this game. "What if I want you now?"

"W-what?" Reggie asks, his face turning even more pink, and Luke doesn't think it's from the cold.

"You said I could have you whenever. I choose now. C'mere." Luke beckons him with a crooked finger and a head nod. Reggie takes a few cautious steps, then eeps when Luke takes a hold of his coat, mashing their lips together in a kiss that almost melts the snow still clinging to their clothes.

Luke almost drops the snowball in his hand, wanting to wrap his arms around Reggie, deepen the kiss. But as much as he's enjoying the kiss, he does want some revenge. So he pushes Reggie away and smashes the snowball into his face, grinning wide as he runs away.

"You needed to cool off anyways!" he yells behind him as he dashes towards cover. Reggie yells vengeance and makes chase, tossing snow in Luke's direction.

In the end, Reggie ends up tackling Luke into a snowbank, pressing another kiss to his lips. "Truce over hot chocolate?" he proposes.

"Sounds like a date," Luke replies, letting himself be pulled up. "Just maybe just ask me next time?"

"Where's the fun in that?" Reggie asked with a wink.

Later, Luke still gets his when he starts a game of footsie under the table, making Reggie almost choke on his hot chocolate. He might suck at snowballs, but when Luke flirted? He played to win.

#I love this! #they're so cute!

[reginaldpatterson]

Once Upon a Memory

Part 1 : Phantoms in Storybrooke

Carlos and his family live in the small town of Storybrooke. There is nothing special in this town. Except Carlos is convince it's haunted. Because everything seems too weird for him. Will he discover the secret of his hometown?

Chapter 1: The Curse, on AO3

#peterpatter #Reggie Peters #luke patterson #carlos molina #jatp #julie and the phantoms

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List of responses after they kiss

“Why’d you do that?” “Because you wouldn’t shut up.”

“Can we do that again?” 

“Why’d you stop?” “Because you weren’t responding.”

“I should have done this so much earlier…”

“Quick, kiss me again, they’re coming back—”

“What the hell just happened?”

“Why did you…” “I’m trying to remind you of what happened last night.” 

“Let me teach you what a real kiss is.”

“What was that for?!” 

“That was my first kiss and I can’t believe it was with you.”

“Your face is so red. Are you okay?” 

“That’s so unfair!” “What’s unfair?” “You can’t just do that without warning me!”

“That was… Interesting?”

“I’m never doing that again.”

“You do this often?” 

“You’re going to make me come back for more.”

“You uh… You taste amazing.”

“Were you trying to devour me whole or something?”

“We need to do that again.”

“I didn’t know how much I wanted this until now.” 

#I love those prompts #feel free to send me ~

[reginaldpatterson]

JatP Advent Event 2022

🎄 Once Upon a Phantom ⛄  A Christmas Advent

Even if it’s a even later to launch it than last year, here is a JatP Advent Event for 2022! Posting will start 1st December and will end 31th December (or even in january if you want!) ~ But you can post whenever you want, or even use last year’s prompts. You can add last year prompt in either 2012 or 2022 AO3 collections, just use the 2022 tag, so I can still share them here!

How does it work?

This is pretty simple: you have prompts for each day and you can post whatever you feel like creating for this day. You don’t have to do all days, and can post as many things as you want per day. Arts, Fics (Drabbles, One Shot, Long, Multi Chapters, Sonfic, no limit), Graphics/Gifs or even Playlist, Moodboard or whatever you can imagine (even cakes), you can post it. The only rule is it has to be JatP themed.You are also free to not post them on the right day of course.

This year, there is one prompt each 5 days or so. All other days are filled with asks, but once again, feel free to do whatever you want, it’s just for fun, there is no real rule for what you really have to write.

Don’t forget trigger warnings and use proper tagging, so it can be safe and enjoyable for everyone!

AO3 collection: Jatp Advent Event 2022

Please, use the tag #JatPAdvent2022, so we can share your work and you can @ this blog too ~

If you have any question, feel free to contact us!

Day 1 – Ghost in Boots Presents & Wrapping, Make a Wish, Love & Dreams

Day 2 – What’s on their Santa’s Whishlist?

Day 3 – Who is the best at wrapping present?

Day 4 – Any OTP or cute love headcanon for Christmas to share?

Day 5 – The Dorky Duckling Ugly Sweater, Snow & Ice, Fireplace, Snowmen & Yeti

Day 6 – Who has the worst Ugly Sweater?

Day 7 – Who like Christmas the most and the lest?

Day 8 – Who loves the snow and who’d rather be warm?

Day 9 – Do they believed in the Yeti or elves?

Day 10 – The Guitarist of Hamelin Children & Toys, Music & Jingle Bells, Lost

Day 11 – What did they had for Christmas as child?

Day 12 – What’s their favorite Christmas song?

Day 13 – Best and worst Christmas Memories?

Day 14 – Anything they lost on Christmas or any lost Christmas present?

Day 15 – Little Gay Riding Hood Decorating, Into the Wood, Baking Time, Christmas Tree

Day 16 – Who does the Cookies and Gingerbread House?

Day 17 – Queer Day, for any Queer Headcanon!

Day 18 – How would their Christmas tree(s) looks like?

Day 19 – Who is afraid of the Santa Claus?

Day 20 – The Phantom of the Orpheum Insecurities & Fear, Fabulous Outfits, Showtime, Yule Ball

Day 21 – What do they wear on Christmas eve?

Day 22 – Who do they take at the Yule Ball?

Day 23 – What are their worst insecurities (on Christmas or not)?

Day 24 – The Brave Little Skater Courage, Ice skating, Dancing

Day 25 – Bonus: Free Day!

[reginaldpatterson]

TELL YOUR FRIENDS!

Sunset Curve 1995 Summer Tour | poster by @funny-face (aka me!)

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WIP Challenge

Rules: “post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DND campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!”

Tagged by no one, but still posting ~

1. Once Upon a Memory (I’m not sure I’ll stick with this tittle) 2. I loved him first 3. Seven Heavenly Sins (first chapter posted actually...) 4. Descendents AU 5. Neverland AU

Bonus: One Non JatP fiction: “Iz-Chad”

Tagging @holdittighter

#👻{//OOC ~ Street dogs haven't killed us yet}

[reginaldpatterson]

Okay okay okay. We gotta do 23. now-or-never kisses for peterpatter because the first words out of my mouth watching jatp was, "Are they gonna make out?" When they went to share the mic.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Luke is always trying to brainstorm new fun things to do on stage while they're performing, and sharing the microphone with Reggie was a total no-brainer. They harmonize well together so why not make it even more exciting for the audience?

Luke didn't stop to think what he might feel when Reggie was barely an inch away, what it might do to his insides listening to Reggie singing his heart out right alongside him. He hadn't expected it to do anything but bring him assurance that he has the best ideas in the world (suck it, Bobby).

But instead, it brought an overwhelming rush of emotions that stole Luke's voice and left him with nothing but flushed cheeks and the deep desire to melt into the floor from embarrassment.

"Did--" Reggie looks over at Alex as the song comes to an abrupt stop mid-chorus. Luke could kick himself for making Reggie think he's done something wrong; the look on his face is heartbreaking. "Did I…"

"No," Luke chokes out as he steps back, laughing a little as he tries to clear his throat. "Just…" He awkwardly gestures to his head, twirling his finger around as he looks anywhere but Reggie's face. "Lost it for a second, I guess."

"Are you okay?" Reggie asks, even more worry bleeding through his voice to make Luke feel worse. He can feel Alex's judgmental gaze from his right and he's sure Bobby's rolling his eyes at his back.

"Yeah," Luke says with what he hopes is a convincing nod as he adjusts his guitar strap and plasters on a smile. "Why don't we… umm… start over?"

Luke tries to steel himself for the next time Reggie joins him at the mic, but when they run through the song again and the time comes… Reggie misses his cue. He stays at his own microphone to Luke's right and sings just like he's supposed to, but somehow this is even worse.

There's no interruption this time and the four of them manage to get through the song without a single mistake, but Luke can't shake the small sense of dread that's settled in his stomach once the garage is quiet again.

Band practice is supposed to end, now that they've run through their whole set, but for the first time possibly ever Luke is actually torn about wanting to extend the session. Any other day, he's always the one begging and pleading with the others to stay a little longer. Today he can't decide if he wants to at least try to get through Now or Never again or if he wants everyone to leave as soon as fucking possible so he can clean up whatever mess he's made of himself.

Reggie won't even look at him as he's putting away his bass. Luke doesn't feel like he can move despite everyone else packing up their instruments and getting ready to leave the garage; the only thing he can do is watch Reggie and hope that he'll eventually look his way.

When it starts to look like Reggie's going to make a break for the door without sparing Luke even the briefest of looks, Luke finally manages to do something.

"Reg," he blurts out, far louder than necessary, and his face burns with renewed embarrassment when all three of his bandmates look at him. "Can we talk?" he adds in a quieter voice as he forces himself to maintain eye contact now that Reggie's finally looking at him.

"Don't do anything stupid," Bobby calls over his shoulder as he and Alex head for the door, and Luke gives him the finger. Reggie's face twists in confusion over Bobby's comment, but he doesn't say a word.

Even after Alex and Bobby have left, Reggie stays perfectly silent.

Luke swallows hard and fidgets a little, tapping his fingers against the frets of his guitar as he struggles with what to say. He really didn't want Reggie to leave on bad terms, but he has absolutely no idea how to explain what happened.

"Can we maybe try that again?" he finally asks, and once again Reggie looks confused.

"W-Without the others?"

"Yeah."

"Umm…" Reggie scratches the back of his neck before he shrugs. "Sure?"

He retrieves his bass from its case as Luke breathes a soft sigh of relief. Maybe he won't have to explain himself at all if he can get through this like a normal person would. Whatever happened before was nothing more than a fluke, and he's gonna prove it.

Reggie still looks hesitant as he takes his place at his own microphone, but Luke tries his best to give him a reassuring smile.

It's fucking weird not having Alex and Bobby to round out the sound of the song, but they push through the first verse and chorus with ease. A lump forms in Luke's throat as they draw closer to Reggie's cue and he finds himself staring, hoping that Reggie's not going to leave him hanging this time.

Sure enough, Reggie crosses the space between them and joins Luke to sing won't stop climbing, 'cause this is our time - and that same feeling floods Luke's veins. His fingers falter and he loses his breath all over again, but this time he doesn't look away from Reggie.

This time, before Reggie can even start to wonder if he's done something wrong, Luke lets go of his guitar and grabs a hold of the front of Reggie's shirt. He hardly realizes what he's doing until it's too late and their mouths are meeting in a desperate, messy kiss.

Reggie makes a soft moan of surprise against Luke's mouth but doesn't pull away. When Luke's brain catches up to the rest of his body, his first instinct is to stop kissing Reggie but he ignores that immediately. Luke tilts his head and kisses Reggie a little harder, curls his fingers a little tighter in his shirt and wishes that their guitars weren't between them.

When the kiss breaks a little while later, both of them gasping for breath, Luke refuses to let go. He presses his forehead against Reggie's and huffs out a laugh.

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea," he says softly.

Reggie goes still. "What?"

"I mean--" Luke licks his lips. "Not kissing you. I didn't mean that."

"Luke…"

"No, I… I meant…" Luke groans a little and wraps his other hand around the back of Reggie's neck as he brings their lips back together in a shorter kiss.

Reggie's trembling when Luke pulls away a second time, but at least now he doesn't look to be on the verge of tears.

"I meant," Luke whispers, "I'm never gonna get through this part without wanting to do that."

Reggie's jaw drops as a dark blush fills his cheeks, and Luke can't help but smirk.

"You… umm…" Reggie clears his throat. "You can… i-if you want, you can--"

Luke kisses him again, chuckling into Reggie's mouth as he sighs with relief and kisses him back. They can figure out something else to get the crowd going. Luke wants to keep this - and Reggie - all to himself.

filled prompts

#100% canon #once again I love this #this is so cute

[reginaldpatterson]

untitled goose soulmate fic (1/?)

lmao what even is this. idk what prompted this except this post and like massive sleep deprivation.

cw: swearing, character death (or is it?), utter nonsense

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Reggie’s Goose (capital-G goose, not a regular goose – though he tried to bring one of those home from the park one time and it Did Not Go Well) shows up on his twenty-fifth birthday.

Well, it would be more accurate to say that his Goose shows up again. 

For a moment, Reggie thinks he’s hallucinating. Willie had brought some very, very excellent tequila over for the party and Reggie has had more than his fair share of the bottle. It isn’t his fault that the shots go down smooth and settle warmly in his stomach, making him feel light and floaty for the first time in a long, long time. 

He just wants one night of being totally carefree, is that too much to ask? 

Apparently, the universe has different opinions. 

The Goose honks and Reggie jumps. 

Afficher davantage

#I need to read more of it!!! #not sure if it's sad or funny... #and peterpatter so I must read it

[reginaldpatterson]

Better walk the line

Welcome to my first @jatpbigbang fic! The idea behind this story came to me before the BB got announced, but it definitely persuaded me to actually write it. The title and chapter titles come from Shania Twain's 'Any Man Of Mine'.

Summary: Reggie Peters didn't expect a lot of things in life. He didn't expect to become a single dad at 18, he didn't expect to love every second of being a dad, and he definitely didn't expect to fall in love with his daughter's guitar teacher, Luke Patterson. Cheerleader: @reggiepetersbass who made sure this fic wasn't a mess of misspellings, excessive commas, and bad verb tenses. They were just so supportive the whole way through, and this fic wouldn't have been nearly as good if not for them. Artist: @reginaldpatterson who swooped in literally last minute to make an AMAZING piece of art and I am so overwhelmed by how much work and detail they put into it and I just LOVE it. Go show them some love for just knocking it out of the park! Word Count: 26k Rating: E-I wasn't even planning on having smut in this fic, but then the stupid blacklist came out, and oops, it manifested. So this is dedicated to all my other JatP writers who write E rated fics. Fandom is for everyone y'all; don't like, don't read is a rule for a reason. Warnings: Implied/Referenced Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Past Underage Sex, Smut in Chapter 6

Fic can be found HERE

Art can be found HERE

[reginaldpatterson]

Hi everyone!

I’m able to write again and I’m working again on my next PeterPatter fanfic (not only PeterPatter, and also Carlos’ centric for the most part).

I’m not really sure of what I am doing, so if anyone feel like reading what I wrote so far or talking about my plans to give me advice or feelings about it I’d love that.

It probably will be a large AU but I’m please with how it turns so far, but I’m not sure with everything.

I’m probably not posting it soon, unless you feel like waiting for age between chapters ~ (and I’ve started working on it one year ago).

Thanks ~

#peterpatter #Help a poor soul with their fanfic please?

[reginaldpatterson]

Drabble prompts - Secret relationship edition

Sentences with the theme of secret relationships. Send a number or several numbers for a drabble!

Are you ready to come out?

It's so nice with the privacy

It's just you and me, alone...

No, we're just friends!

No one suspects a thing...

That was close!

Hide!

I just want to kiss you without being afraid

Why do we have to hide?

If they found out...

We don't have to keep it secret, but it's more fun that way

Let's never tell anyone and see if they figure it out

I don’t think I’ll ever be ready

It feels safer this way

Why can't we be alone?

Not here, not now

We can hold hands... under the table

Our love is forbidden

Just one more kiss before we have to leave

What happens if we come out?

It's a small step, but we're getting there

It's too scary

I know they'll be supportive, but...

Be more quiet!

Oh no...

I can't believe we have kept this a secret for so long!

Act nonchalant!

Oh, this? It's... nothing!

If it's about... you know, then whisper it

Are we being too obvious?

They think i'm talking to my mom, play along

Ok, but do it quickly.

They almost saw your text!

I had to come up with a lie

I'm tired of lying

She's gonna know sooner or later

I'm pretty sure he's gonna find out

You scared me, I thought it was someone else

I have to tell them

We need to stop kissing in public places

I've only told one person

You have to keep this a secret, okay?

Even if it was the best thing I ever felt, i'm not sure I want everyone else to know

Okay... we'll tell them tomorrow

I promise

Everything will be alright

Maybe in another time, we could have an open relationship

I can't lose you

There's at least some positive things to this

I can have you for myself