#reggie phantom

[sseureki]

we have us. we’re the only family we’re ever gonna need

[mouse-fantoms]

hop, hop, hop, hop, ROCKSTAR POSE

[mariposajulie]

how jatp tiktok sees the bands

how jatp tumblr sees the bands

[princebenvi]

i need jatp mutuals none of my friends watch this show and i now cannot SCREAM ABOUT THIS

O U C H???

[bruh--wtf]

Jacket

Luke Patterson x Reader

Masterlist

Summary: Reggie's sister has always been close with the band. But then, Reggie gets loses a jacket that means alot to her, and someone has to calm her down.

"Reg!" You yell, running out of your house by the beach, after your brother. He glances back at you with a scared expression and ducks behind Alex. You try to go around Alex, who puts an arm out, and you feel arms around your waist pulling you back.

"I told you she would be mad," Alex says, pulling Reggie out from behind him. He tries to hide behind Bobby instead.

"That's an understatement," you say. You slap at the arms that were still holding you back and Luke raises his arms in surrender. Reggie's eyes widen as he looks at Luke.

"Traitor," he hisses.

"No way am I getting on her bad side," Luke says, smiling. You glare at him, and his smile falls.

"C'mon, Y/N. It's not that big of a deal. It's just a jacket," Reggie says. You turn your glare back to your brother. He was referring to the jacket your bestfriend left at your house right before she was in a car accident. She died.

"Just a jacket?!" You ask. He stutters for a second as you take a step towards him.

"I-I know it was your friends jacket, but-"

"But, nothing! That's all I had!" You exclaim. He nods, taking another step back, slipping a bit in the sand.

"Yeah..." he says.

"Where is it?" You ask. He looks at his bandmates for help.

"Y/N, it's-"

"Don't." You snap at Bobby. He takes a step back towards his other three friends, nodding. Reggie lets out a breath.

"Well, I might have, accidentally, lost it..." Reggie says. He puts on a scared smile. You gape at him for a moment.

"What do you mean you lost it?" You ask. Your brother's expression turns sad as he looks at you. You were fuming.

"I'm sorry," he says. You clench your jaw, turning around, not sparring your brother another glance. You go past them, Luke tried to reach out to you, but you shrugged him off. You just start walking, as far away from your house as you could possibly go. Your parents were the last of your worries.

After a minute you hear footsteps running uo to you. Your arms were crossed because of the cool night air. You glance back and see Luke running up to you. You just keep walking.

"Y/N," he says. He slips off his jacket, putting it around you. You couldn't even bring yourself to say a simple 'thanks'. He sighs, grabbing your hand and pulling you to a stop. You don't look up at him. "We'll find it. It's probably still in the lost and found from yesterday." You look uo, blinking back tears as you let out a breath.

"I-I can't lose that jacket, Luke," you say. He nods, taking a step closer to you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

"I know. And we're going to find it."

"T-They hate me. Her family hates me. That damn jacket is all I have of hers. It's all I'm ever going to have of hers," you say. He watches you, his sympathetic look saying enough. A tear slips out of your eye and you quickly wipe it away. He quickly grabs your hand again, pulling you towards a nearby bench. He tugs you down to sit next to him. He wraps his arms around you, one of his hands rested on the back of your head. Eventually you give in, burying your face in the crook of his neck. The hand thst wasn't in your hair rubbed circles on your back.

"Guys!" You hear Alex call after a minute. You pull away from Luke, wiping your cheeks. He kept his eyes on you. You look over at the two boys approaching. You knit your eyebrows together in confusion, looking for your brother.

"Where's Reggie?" Luke asks. Alex lets out a breath looking at Bobby then back at the two of you.

"He went to find the jacket," he tells you. Your eyes widen. Reggie went out by himself to find your jacket?

"Yeah, he seemed really down on himself," Bobby adds. You felt a little bad for making your brother feel that way. He wasn't the brightest of the bunch, but he still had common sense. Well, at least a little. And he cared about his bandmates. And you. The five of you were basically all eachother had. All coming from imperfect situations.

Luke's hand drifted off your back, lightly tracing your arm as he stood up. He looks at you, grabbing your hand. You look up at him, and he smiles nodding at the guys.

"C'mon," he says. You sigh, letting the boy pull you up. Alex smiles, walking besides you as you all start walking in the direction of where Reggie was off to.

Once you walk into the club you see Reggie digging in some bin. You walk over to him, releasing the other boy's hand. You put a hand on the table as Reggie grins, his hands flying out of the bin. Fabric was gripped between his hands. Your eyes widened as he looked at you.

"I found it!" He says. You look up from the jacket, to your brother. He grins at you, happily. You let out a happy breath, throwing your arms around your brother. He happily hugs you back, handing you the jacket when you pull away. "I'm sorry," he says. You smile at him.

"It's alright, Reg." He grins, looking back at the guys. "You're never allowed to touch it again, though," you say. He nods, eyes wide completely serious now. You smile walking back out with the guys.

Alex, Bobby, and Reggie started a conversation that you weren't interested in and you fell behind them. Luke stayed by your side. You peel Luke's jacket off you, handing it to him, smiling softly. He frowns slightly, taking the jacket.

"Thanks, but I've got mine now," you say. He chuckles and nods, looking down at the fabric in his hand. Then he hands it back to you. You give him a confused look.

He simply smiles and shrugs. "It looks better on you anyways."

You bite your lip, smiling. He puts it back around you, letting his arm rest on your shoulders.

[thegaylink]

No thoughts, just the idea of Reggie going to watch Carlos at his baseball games/practices because he loves his little buddy and wants to support him even though he knows Carlos cant see him

[quillsandtypos]

Smiling in the Background

Summary: Reggie discusses his parents divorce with sunset curve for the first time. The reader opens up to Reggie about their own experience.

Warnings: comfort angst and talk about divorce

Words: 2.4k

Pairings: none but could be interpreted as reggie x reader

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Reggie knew his place in the group. He was the funny but lovable dumbass. If you needed a laugh you came to him. He was used to being overlooked and underappreciated. But he knew that his friends didn’t feel that way about him, they were always there for him when he needed it, not that he did; but it was still nice to know that they had his back.

But as the boys, and Reggie, grew older things shifted out of place. At their core they still had similar morals and principles to their personalities, but the trauma that they had developed would become a part of them as well.

Alex was first to endure that kind of trauma; when his parents didn’t react well to him coming out, he was devastated. The guys of course had already known about him being gay for years. They comforted him when he came to band practice the next day crying because of his parents' words. The boys promised him that he always had a family with them, a family that accepted him.

Luke was the second. At first the band didn’t know exactly what happened. Luke wasn’t very good at hiding his emotions, and they knew his relationship with his parents wasn’t the greatest at the time, but they didn’t know exactly what happened until they accidentally walked in on him playing one day, completely in tears. Luke told them what had happened and the song that he was writing to cope. By the next week the three had gotten together to write the instrumental to the song. They surprised Luke with it, and it was enough to make him smile, even if it was only for a second.

It took Reggie a long while to even admit to himself what was happening in his world. Something like this couldn’t be happening to him. He was supposed to be the funny guy of the group. How could he be the safe and comforting grounds for everyone else to walk upon when he couldn’t walk upon the grounds himself? He didn’t tell the group for quite awhile, he didn’t want to bother them with his own problems; he knew Luke and Alex were dealing with their own shit.

But he didn’t need to tell him, they knew something was up, long before he did. Words were only spoken about it once. It was a beautiful summer day and they were practicing in the studio. The group was cracking jokes and smiling. Reggie was smiling too, but it was obvious to those that knew him well that it was fake.

“Reg?” spoke Alex.

He forced a smile, “Yeah?”

Alex looked worried, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, totally!” Reggie lied.

Alex gave him a knowing look and Reggie knew he couldn’t lie to one of his best friends.

He glanced down to avoid eye contact. “It’s kinda a long story,” he murmured.

Alex took a spot next to him on the couch. “I’ve got time, if you want to tell it,” he assured him.

By that point the other two had caught on to the more serious atmosphere, and had turned around to watch.

“Reg you know we’re here for you man, right?” Luke asked, as he gripped Reggie’s shoulder rather tightly.

“Yeah, yeah I know. I just don’t wanna bother you guys, you’re dealing with your own stuff anyways, you probably don’t need my stuff anyways right?” Reggie joked. He forced himself to laugh and smile but no one in the room bought it for a second. They all had somber faces and looked at him through worried eyes.

“Reggie, you are never a bother to us,” Alex reassured him.

Luke nodded.

“Yeah what he said,” Bobby agreed.

Reggie took a look at all of his friends' faces and decided that he would tell them. He told them about how it started off with arguing at night, but it was quiet enough that he could ignore it. Then it turned to comments during the day that they thought he wouldn’t notice, which he did. Then it was screaming so loud in the middle of the night that he could hear it upstairs even with a pillow over his head. He told them everything, and they listened to all of it. Occasionally nodding to let him know that they were still listening. When he was done talking his breath was shaky and there were still tears rolling down his cheeks.

Bobby offered him a tissue box that he gladly took.

After a few moments of silence and them watching him, he felt the need to break it.

“I’m still the funny guy though, so don’t any of you think you can take my place,” he playfully threatened. The group broke into small grins but they quickly faded.

“The funny guy can still be sad. Being funny doesn’t mean the absence of being human,” Alex consoled him.

“Besides, you’re so much more than the funny guy. You’re an amazing friend, a great bassist, and you’re one of the nicest people I know,” Luke continued. Other than when he was talking about his parents, Reggie didn’t think he had ever seen Luke look so serious.

“And you make a mean sandwich,” Bobby added. Alex lightly smacked his leg.

“Ow! I was just trying to make him smile,” Bobby defended himself.

Reggie genuinely laughed at that.

“Thanks guys,” Reggie said, as he looked at all of them.

From that point on it was a said but unsaid thing. Reggie never really talked about it, but the guys knew when the fighting had gotten especially bad that night. They always offered a listening ear but never pushed him. But when Reggie died, he didn’t know what would happen to his parents. He never brought it up, with Caleb and everything it seemed like an unimportant matter.

But when Julie introduced you to the band, that seemed like an important matter to him. Another alive human being could see them, even if they weren’t playing. You came to know all of them fairly well, but you clicked the most with Reggie. He’d sometimes come visit you at school, just to say hello only to poof back out a couple moments later. He’d just sit in your room as you did homework, occasionally interrupting your homework to ask you a question or two about the world nowadays; not that you minded, you enjoyed talking to him.

Today was one of those days, it had been a week or so since Caleb’s stamps had been removed, and you were grateful to even be having a conversation with him.

Reggie already knew you had divorced parents, you had mentioned it off handedly the second week he knew you. Everyone else seemed to brush passed it, but he continued to watch you for a moment, noticing the way you couldn’t make eye contact with him; the same thing he had done, all those years ago.

But it wasn’t until this moment that it was brought up again. You had said something about needing to pack to go to your mom’s house when he remembered.

“Oh right, you have divorced parents too,” he reminded himself.

You realized what he just said. “Wait, you’re parents are divorced?”

Then you realized what you had just said. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that,” you apologized.

“No it’s okay, truthfully I don’t really know,” he admitted.

You had a curious look on your face, but you said nothing, since it wasn’t any of your business.

He paused for a minute before continuing. “My parents always fought and they seemed to be having a lot of issues right before I died, but when we went to where my house used to be, my house wasn’t there anymore. I don’t know if they ever ended up getting a divorce or not, I just kinda assumed they had,” he explained.

You thought of something but hesitated slightly.

“What?” he asked.

You bit your lip. “Well do you want to know?”

You definitely had peaked his interest. “How could we know?”

“Well I mean it’s 2021, I’m sure we could find them on the internet or in a phone book somehow,” you nervously suggested.

“Sure, but can you do me a favor?” he asked.

“Yeah, of course,” you responded softly.

“Can you find it and just tell me? I don’t think I can take the searching around,” he admitted. He looked so fragile in that moment, like at any second he could break. You immediately agreed. You looked through google using his last name, sifting through anything you could find.

After about ten minutes of searching you managed to find some court proceedings with his last name on it.

“Was this their names?” you questioned as you showed him the names on the paper.

“Yeah,” Reggie responded.

You scrolled through the rest of the papers. You anxiously looked up at his depressed face. “Your parents got the divorce finalized five months after your death,” you concluded.

Reggie sighed, “I guess I was the thing keeping together.” He emphasized the was in his sentence.

You looked him in the eye with a sort of passion that could only be recreated by someone who had gone through similar pain. “Reggie, you can’t blame yourself like that. Divorces are between the parents, it has nothing to do with you.”

“And yet somehow it feels like we're the ones who get hurt the most doesn’t it?” he asked, as he turned to you.

You felt your eyes start to water, “Yeah, something like that,” you agreed.

“Why is it that way?” you wondered aloud.

He turned his body to face you.

“I just mean, why do parents act like we’re unaffected by it and that we don’t get any decisions on what happens to us in the matter, but we’re the ones who have to deal with choices they made,” you ranted.

“You wanna talk about what happened to you?” Reggie offered.

You took one look into his eyes, and you knew you couldn’t stop the flood gates from opening.

A few tears leaked out of your eyes. “It was several years ago, I should just be used to it,” you complained.

“Just because it happened in the past doesn’t mean the pain is in the past.” He looked a little impressed with himself with what he just said.

You smiled slightly at his face. “Yeah, I suppose your right.” You wiped off the tear running down your cheek.

He looked at you to continue.

“But there isn’t much to explain, I have one parent who is a bitch and the other isn’t bad,” you explained. You shakily laughed.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, but I doubt that’s all of it,” Reggie spoke softly. You were vulnerable, and you hated vulnerability. But you knew that Reggie would keep this side of you a secret for as long as you needed him to, that’s what friends are for. And you also knew that he understood your situation better than anyone, he was in the same boat himself.

So you decided to tell him the whole story.

“When I was around thirteen I started noticing things were off, I wasn’t sure of what yet, but there were these little moments where I knew that the fight was getting worse,” you started.

“There were some moments where the events didn’t make sense. I wasn’t entirely sure what was happening. There was a barrier coming into play and I didn’t know where it was, but I knew it was there,” you explained.

“I was young, but I knew that my childhood was coming to an end. As a kid you put your parents up on these pedestals, and then divorce hits, and things get uncovered and you realize no one is as high up as you believe them to be. Not that their marriage was ever completely stable anyways, but somethings become natural, no matter how bad they are for you.” Reggie looked at you with watery eyes, he really did get exactly what you went through.

“But as I got older they got worse, but when they told me they were getting a divorce it didn’t really surprise me. I knew they had been fighting for years, and it didn’t come as a shock to most people in my family, so I guess I wasn’t the only one who noticed.”

Reggie held a sad smile on his face for an instant, “They usually tend to know before the parents do.”

“Well they definitely did in my case, and to make matters worse they battled it out in court. Which meant that I had to battle it out in court,” you paused to collect your thoughts and wipe your nose.

“Well I didn’t actually go to the court but I had to fight my own parents to get equal time with the both of them,” you admitted.

“Y/n I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” Reggie consoled you.

You squeezed your eyes shut to get the final tears to come out.

“It’s okay, it was a long time ago, and I probably didn’t have it as bad as some people,” you reasoned.

He placed his hand on your knee. “A wise person once told me that even though someone’s suffering is worse, it doesn’t erase your own,” Reggie offered.

“That’s really smart, who said that?” you asked.

Reggie thought for a moment before breaking into a large grin. “No idea, but I think they had the right idea though.”

You laughed at that, though he wasn’t wrong, it was a good idea.

You placed your hand on his knee. “Thank you Reggie.”

He patted your leg, “Anytime y/n, anytime.”

“And you know I’m always here for you right?” you promised.

He looked like you had said the most obvious thing of all time. “Yeah, I can poof to you at any time.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m serious, Reg.”

His face grew serious again in acknowledgement. “Yes, I know.”

“So if you ever wanna go find your parents house, you know where to find me,” you offered.

“I will make sure to remember that.”

“Good, then I will see you tomorrow,” you told him, as you got up.

“Not if I see you first!” he yelled out at you.

“You’re a dork!” you yelled back, though you couldn’t deny the smile on your face that replaced the sad one from earlier.

[unfocusedliz]

I hear one song from the Julie & The Phantoms soundtrack and I am immediately back to repeatedly watching the show for the next two weeks