#rebuke supremacy

[malecacidd]

bibobceps sounds like a friendly dinosaur :-) this is not an argument one way or the other I just think that's fun

It does sound like a dinosaur. Meaning it does not sound like a ship name.

Rebuke supremacy.

[queenmolina]

1 OR 50 OF THE TOUCHING PROMPTS FOR REBUKE PLSSSS AAAAAA

babe i literally cannot express how much i love them and how much they love each other oh my god

prompts: touching foreheads and putting a hand over the others mouth to shut them up

word count: 669

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“What the fuck is going on in here?” Bobby says, bursting unceremoniously into the studio, smile audible in their words despite their unvarying tone. “Alex is hiding out in my kitchen to avoid whatever the hell you two are doing.”

Reggie splutters a laugh and Luke grimaces, wiping his cheek in disgust.

They must look a sight, the two of them just sat on the floor with their foreheads pressed together, staring unwaveringly into each other’s eyes. (Luke had very pretty eyes. Reggie can’t even begin to explain the exact browns and blues that decorate his boyfriends’ irises. All he can say for sure is that they’re very pretty. Too pretty. It’s not fair.)

“We’re practicing our mind reading skills.” Luke didn’t even hesitate before lying. It was so typical of them that Bobby seemed to find it plausible. Reggie had to give them credit for knowing their boyfriends so well.

Bobby takes a seat on the couch and Reggie knocks his head against their knees. “I’m not surprised.” They start, carding their fingers through Luke’s mess of hair. “Did you manage any telepathy yet or are you just glaring?”

“No, it works!” Reggie beams childishly and tugs on Luke’s hand to pull him close again. “Look, I’ll read Luke’s mind right now, this is what he’s thinking…”

In true showmanship style, Reggie makes a fuss of prepping himself, pushing back the loose hairs that fall in his face so that they’re not in the way and shaking out the muscles in his hands before bracing them on Luke’s knees.

“Hmm... Interesting.” He commentates, lowering his voice for comedic effect. Bobby hums in mock-amusement. “Yes, it seems Luke here is thinking about how much he loves you.”

In an instant, Luke has his hand pressed tightly over Reggie’s lips, muffling anything else he tries to say. Reggie’s eyes widen and try to express whatever it is he’s trying to say beneath Luke’s palm, but no one is really trying to understand.

Bobby would be entertained by Reggie’s struggle. Really, they would, except Luke has turned a vibrant shade of pink and it’s such a rare occurrence for Luke to be embarrassed like this that Bobby would hate for there to be a missed opportunity.

“That’s new.” They deadpan, a sinister smirk tugging at one side of their mouth. “Who woulda thought that Lark loved me, of all people.”

Trying to act impassive, Luke shrugs. “Yeah, who would’ve thought. Even after all the times you’ve called me annoying. Seems a little unfair that this affection is one-sided.”

Luke does a good job at playing it cool but the flush at the tops of his ears is enough of a giveaway that he’s still embarrassed. For someone who breathes poeticism into his lyrics on the daily, Luke isn’t the most outwardly romantic. Affectionate, sure, almost overbearingly so sometimes. But not necessarily romantic.

Reggie is still scrambling between the two of them and Luke repositions his hand, pulling a face of disgust when Reggie licks it.

“Not sure we’re the right people to be talking about ‘one-sided affection’.” Bobby scoffs and raises an eyebrow at Reggie’s pleading eyes. “Not gonna work, Wren, I live with this lump, I’m immune to puppy eyes.”

They stare at one another for a while longer before Bobby lets up. “Fine, Luke, let him go.”

Although reluctant, Luke sighs and moves to wipe his palm on Bobby’s jacket, muttering something about a gift. Reggie jumps up onto the couch and presses a kiss to Bobby’s shoulder in thanks.

“Now, what were you actually doing on the floor? Because that telepathy story is bull.”

“Ha!” Reggie laughed. “I knew they’d see through it. We were just looking at each other’s eyes but Luke didn’t say that because he doesn’t want you to think he’s sentimental!”

Bobby tugs gently on Luke’s beanie to get him to tip his head back and in return, they press a kiss to his hairline. “Luke? Sentimental? Now, where would anyone get that idea…”

[never-straight-no]

*clears throat* rebuke supremacy

[amoderndreamletdown]

Ask for the night: what is a rare jatp pairing that you really like?

Oh Rebuke 100%. I love it so much!!  Hbu?

[malecacidd]

i'm convinced that you're sending all these rebuke anons to yourself, no way ALL these people could have such bad taste /J /J /LH

I'VE BEEN TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO SEND ASKS TO MYSELF THE ENTIRE THREE YEARS I'VE BEEN ON TUMBLR KFKZKDKSKDKSKD I WISH THEY WERE ME

But they are not 😌 and you are simply the one with bad taste

[malecacidd]

hi hewwo im here to give u hugs, *hugs*, offer cookies, 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪, and tell u ur a celebrity in my head and its very cool that i argue with you constantly about bibobceps vs rebuke basically its very cool that we're friends LOVE U EM /p

ps bibobceps supremacy

First of all; FUCK YOU(/j) REBUKE SUPREMACY

Second of all; RAINY I LOVE U/p AND I'M A CELEBRITY IN YOUR HEAD????? WHAT??????? You're a celebrity in my head and you're very cool and I'm happy we're friends <33

Third of all; REBUKE!!!!!!!!! SUPREMACY!!!!!!!!!

[queenmolina]

You said requests,,, so rebuke and Bobby writes poems abt them and they find them on accident and Bobby gets embarrassed and aaAA they love each other

here it is! they’re just three idiots in love, your honour <3

Word count: 649

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Try to form the words but my head’s elsewhere Focused on the way you run your hands through my hair Could listen to our music playing on repeat I wanna hold your hands because that would be so

So...

Bobby wracked his brain. Neat? Sweet? Everything fell flat. He let out a groan.

It’s not like it matters. Bobby had no plans to ever show these poems to anyone, let alone Reggie and Luke. It’s just a stupid poem and Bobby’s never been the best with words – that’s always been Luke – but he had tried to get something down, sue him. Luke had written songs and Reggie had drawn the three of them and Bobby had… nothing. He had nothing.

Poems are sappy anyway. Bobby had appreciated the sentiment of being privately serenaded once Alex had left the studio. The sketch of the three of them holding hands was proudly displayed on his chest of drawers, tucked into a photo frame. It had felt nice to be loved like that, to know that they were thinking of each other enough to want to recreate the feeling. Enough to gift it. Bobby had nothing to give back. He certainly wasn’t going to hand over this poem any time soon.

The garage doors open with a groan and Bobby screws up the paper as fast as possible, tearing the page from the book in the process. If he could squeeze it tight enough, maybe the paper would disappear altogether, absorbed into his clenched fist and never to be seen again.

Not likely. Bobby’s not very good at being optimistic.

“Hey, Bobbin.” Reggie’s the first to bound over, cheeks taut from grinning so wide. Even despite the knot in his chest and the paper scratching at his palm, Bobby finds himself smiling back. “What have you got there?” 

Luke looks over from where he’s shouldering his guitar and spots Reggie frowning at the torn notebook that lies open on the table. As soon as his eye catches the pages, they’re both looking at Bobby inquisitively. 

“Where’s the writing, Robin?” Luke’s lip twitches in one corner as though he can already see right through any excuse Bobby might make. Lying would be useless, but it’s worth a shot.

“Hm? Oh, this? It’s nothing, I just pulled out a page for my physics assignment.”

Reggie’s eyes soften and he pulls that face that he knows neither of them can say no to. “Can you show us?”

Reluctantly, Bobby drops the crumpled paper onto the tabletop. Luke snatches it up and is flattening the corners before Reggie even has a chance to grab it.

They mutter the first few words aloud but seem to hush up when they realise what it is they’re reading exactly. It’s certainly not a physics assignment, that much is obvious from the lack of Bobby’s signature shorthand equations.

“Is this…?”

“You wrote us a poem?!” Reggie interrupts Luke, eyes still wide and fixated on the words in front of him. His hand flails out clumsily and Bobby takes it in his own, comforted by the touch even if he doesn’t have Reggie’s full attention.

“Look, I know it’s stupid and it’s not very good but I just wanted to try. So, don’t-”

Bobby doesn’t even get a chance to finish before Luke has hurtled over the table and bumped into Bobby’s side, arm thrown over his shoulders. His beanie itches against Bobby’s neck.

Still clutching his hand, Reggie stares at the distressed paper. “Can I keep this?”

Luke stiffens against his side and before the two of them can start a debate about who gets to keep Bobby’s awful attempt at a love poem for the two of them, Bobby tugs Reggie’s hand, causing him to stumble into their hug.

“Let me finish it first.” Bobby chuckles as their arms link behind his back. “Then you can both have a copy.”

[malecacidd]

isn't to rubuke to express angry criticism of something though??? not to mention it sounds like puke so...

That is the definition yes and how dare you not realize that it is perfect for them considering bobby's main love language is in fact criticizing Luke and Reggie's dumbassery

RUKE SOUNDS LIKE PUKE TOO BUT NO ONES GONNA BRING THAT UP HUH.