#rarrie

hmmmm how to explain without over or underexplaining XD

I had the idea of like a Juke situation with step up, only the whole dance thing doesn't really apply to them, so then my brain was like, well Carrie dances, and we like Reggie with Carrie sometimes so I think the whole "my partner dropped me" "oh maybe i can help with that" thing is going to be part their story - even though this was going to just be a Juke fic originally

Luke is the Tyler, only instead of damaging the art school and having to do community hours there to make up for it, everyone is aged up in college or possibly even grad school? @onlygenxhere helped me brainstorm some thoughts on why Luke is there but not in school (we think he maybe emancipated himself from his parents at a young age and couldn't get enough scholarships to get in, but he lives near his dream school and is going to give music lessons to students as a way to support himself)(/ conveniently gets him on campus to meet everyone)

Reggie is a music production major, and his capstone project is producing an entire album. Nick was supposed to help as a tradesies for Reggie working on his album, but N droos them at the last minute for his own self serving needs (like Nora's asshole boyfriend in the movie), and when Reg finds Luke putting up tutoring lesson posters, he swipes him to help out with his project, a super experimental session album.

(I am actually really excited about the project - kind of based on something I saw on instagram; each person is given a key, a time signature, and a genre/theme/general idea and they record their parts individually and then put them all together to see if it works and obviously this is how they're going to realize they've really got something good together ;))

Julie (Nora) is dating Nick - and like the movie/as stated above, he's a royal asshole who only thinks of himself. Nick the Dick strikes again. (Sorry, Sacha.) There's more to her story that I haven't fully figured out yet

There is also some background Willex as of now but I want to pull their story more to the forefront - I just have no idea what this looks like yet either

There will be lots of shenanigans that move everyone closer together - looootsss of moving pieces I'm still working through. No idea when this story will ever be done but that's half the fun, no?

Somehow I feel I both overexplained and underexplained lol

She raised an eyebrow at her friend. “Do tell?”

They were in dance class, leaning up against the mirrors watching their male friends learn their part of the dance they all had to perform for their exam at the end of the month.

“Take Alex and Willie.” Carrie continued. “If they weren’t together, they’d have half this class fighting over them.” She nodded toward Julie’s drummer and his boyfriend, who were easily the best dancers.

Julie snickered. “But why?”

“How on earth do you walk in these?”

No one can break Carrie's composure like Reggie; she takes one look and dies laughing.

When she can breathe again, she says, “Very carefully. Don't break your neck.”

He shrugs. “It'd have been worth it.”

And she suspects she knows what he means, it'd have been worth it because I made you laugh, but before she can call him out, he's sheepishly asking,

trans girl reggie and carrie but make it Extra Sapphic

ref/meme under cut

Hesitantly, she rings the doorbell to her own home because she just can’t face walking in and having to look for Reggie while she’s distraught. Her husband will make a big deal out of it, no matter what. He’ll tell her it’s cute and he loves it and he’ll be so supportive to the point of being sickeningly sweet.

He flings open the door, spinning in a place with a flourish before doing that hand-up-above-his-head-and-lean-on-his-forearm thing that has never not given her butterflies in all their many years together.

“It’s cuuuuuuuute,” he says so automatically it must be even worse than she thought, especially given how high his voice pitches. He clears his throat and tries again. “It’s really cute.”

“It’s too short and the layers aren’t right and…”

He runs his fingers through her butchered blonde locks, as if fluffing it up or changing the part of her hair could somehow change what he was seeing.

“Your hair grows quickly. Let’s give it a week or two and then we’ll shape it nicely. I used to cut Luke and Alex’s hair too. I am a layering god. It will be perfect, I promise.” He meets her eyes and smiles but it’s full of pity.

“It’s not like the picture,” she’s trying and failing not to whimper.

“It is not at all. She fucked up.” He lets out a sad giggle and she can’t help but laugh a little too…until the tears fill her eyes again.

Honestly, it makes her feel better that he immediately stops trying to “fix” things and admits he sees it too. She’s not crazy. It is a bad haircut. It’s not the end of the world, it will grow out and look fabulous once more. But…her hair is her thing. And when her thing is wrong, everything else is kind of wrong too.

He draws her into a hug, shuffling them inside and closing the door with his toe. He lets her be upset for a moment. But only a moment, because then he’s nipping at her neck and still pulling her with him as he backs them up further into the house.

“Are you trying to distract me with sex?”

“Is it working?”

“I’m not you, Reggie. I can’t just turn it on like a faucet.”

“But is it working?”

Maybe she’ll forget about how awful her hair looks when it’s been thoroughly rumpled and she’s been thoroughly tumbled.

Only one way to find out…

“Why is the rum gone?” Carrie frowned and held the empty bottle upside down as she swayed on her feet. “Why does that sound familiar?”

“It’s from Pirates of the Caribbean.” Reggie steadied his girlfriend. “Captain Jack Sparrow.”

“Johnny Depp.” She nodded. “He’s hot.”

“He is.” Reggie grinned.

She wrapped her arms around his neck before kissing him on the nose. “Not as cute as you though.”

“Thank you.” He chuckled, squeezing her around the waist. “You are very drunk.”

“I am.” She swayed in his arms to the music playing just outside the door. “Doesn’t mean it’s not true.”