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t-h-e-seance-tua · 23 days

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I'm sorry (JATP One shot)

So here we go, turns out this has been sitting in my google drive for a while. I found it last night and finished it off. It might seem a little rushed, but time passes differently when you are in danger.

What actually happened after Luke, Alex, and Reggie ate those street dogs?

It was the tingling in his hands he noted first, it had started not long after he grabbed the hot dog.

He wished he hadn’t ignored it.

If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be in this situation right now.

He was kneeling beside Alex, who was screaming in pain. He was the first affected. He said his throat felt funny only one bite into the hot dog, now his throat was being burnt.

“Can someone call 911!” Luke tried to call out, but was starting to feel his own throat starting to burn. He watched as the man who had sold him the hotdogs pulled out his cell phone.

“Alex, hang on. They will be here soon!” Luke tried to comfort him. Alex didn’t reply, he couldn’t reply. He was curled up on his side, clutching his stomach. Suddenly, he began violently vomiting with no signs of stopping. He continued vomiting until splashes of red turned into a river of red.

“The hot dogs must have h-had battery acid on them,” Reggie said behind Luke. Luke turned to look at him and noticed he had started sweating. Luke could tell that Reggie wasn't okay, that the front he was seeing was fake. A pit started forming in Luke’s stomach as he realised this was serious. Luke tried to form words but suddenly was overtaken by a stabbing pain in his stomach. It came on so suddenly and painfully that he let out a scream.

“Luke!” Reggie yelled, worried for his friend. Luke tried to take deep breaths, to tame the pain but it didn't work. Instead, he put on a fake smile to make sure he didn't worry Reggie.

This can't be happening

“I'm all good, go, grab my drink. Quickly rinse your mouth out.” Luke told him, hoping it would rid Reggie's mouth of the battery acid.

Reggie nodded his head. He went to stand up but instead crumbled onto his knees before falling forward.

“Reggie!” Luke called out before making his way over, clutching his side. Reggie never responded. He felt down to Reggie’s chest and noted that it was rising and falling very slowly.

How was this happening? What was going on?

Luke tried shaking Reggie awake but he wouldn’t stir. He desperately tried pushing himself up from the ground to try and get back to Alex who had also fallen silent. His arms shook before his body collapsed onto the cold, damp street.

His mind began to run through everything. Everything he regretted. This was meant to be the biggest night of the career, of their lives. Instead, the young boy was lying face down in the dirty street, praying the pain would stop.

Why did he have to be so stubborn with his mom? He knew she only wanted what was best for him. After all, he was her only child.

Oh my god, mom.

Luke had suddenly had the realisation that he could quite possibly die on this street, and his mom would never know. His mom; the one that brought him into this world. The one that coaxed him from across the living room to take his first steps. The one that held tightly onto his hand as he walked into school on his first day. The one that bought him his first guitar. The one that had been there when Shirley, Luke’s first love, had broken his heart. The one who wanted the best life for Luke. The one that was worried that playing in a band wouldn’t support him enough on his own. His mother.

An anguished sob escaped his chest that hurt even more than the battery acid in his throat. He was so caught up in his thoughts he hadn’t even noticed the figure walking towards him.

“Hey kid. You’re okay,” The figure tried to comfort him. The figure mimed taking in deep breaths, which Luke mimicked and stopped his sobbing. “What’s your name kid?”

“Luke,” He whispered, trying his best to curl up in a ball hoping to relieve the pain in his stomach.

“Luke, don’t you worry. We are going to get you sorted.” The figure said to him. He could feel something placed over his face.

"My mom, I need my mom." He cried again.

“Don’t worry, we will contact her when we get to the hospital,”

“No, she doesn’t know where I am.” He tried to say under the mask. He kept his eyes closed, hoping that when he opened them he would wake up at home. He could feel his body being moved onto something softer, and he gathered that he must have been loaded into the back of an ambulance.

The figure continued checking him over, and asking him questions that seemed silly for the situation.

What's your name? How old are you? What's the date today? What time is it roughly?

Luke laid there in the stretcher, shivering even though he was covered in blankets as the person continued to ask him questions. When there was a lull in the questions, he quickly jumped in.

“The other guys, where are they?” Luke finally got to ask the figure a question.

“They are being looked after by my buddies, don't you worry.”

The figure continued to poke and prod Luke. Just when Luke thought the pain was going away, another wave rippled through. He felt as if it was ripping his throat apart. Was it ripping his throat apart?

He screamed out in pain and tried to desperately roll onto his side, hoping he could curl up and lessen the pain.

“I'm sorry kid, you've got to stay on your back."

“Please make it s-stop, please I'm b-begging you!” He screamed.

“I've already given you morphine, I can't give you anymore.”

“P-Please, I want my mom,” he cried, trying to move out of the figure's grasp.

“Don't you worry kid, she'll be here soon. We are just pulling up to the hospital now.” The figure told him. He could hear the unclicking of seat belts, and parts of a static voice in the background.

“Attention all units that attended Sunset Boulevard. This is an update that one of the patients-”

“Alright kid, let's go,” the figure announced, loud enough to drown out the radio. Luke opened his eyes to see now 2 figures working around him, getting him ready to offload.

“I'm gonna be sick,” Luke whispered, but one of the figures heard him and quickly gave him a bag just in time to catch his stomach's contents. The figures seemed to work quickly now at getting the stretcher out of the truck, and rushing towards a set of doors, all while Luke continued the throw up. He dropped back down onto the bed, closing his eyes. He was too tired to open them as he was wheeled into the emergency room.

“3 young males, found in an alleyway after accidentally ingesting battery acid. This is Luke, he has been alert and oriented the whole time,” The paramedic began to say as Luke felt himself being wheeled in before they dropped their tone, in a way so they hoped that Luke couldn’t hear

“I’ve just received word from the other crews who should be here soon. One of the males has been unconscious and convulsing since they arrived on scene, the other male has died on route here."

If the pain in stomach wasn’t enough, Luke could now feel his heart shattering.

“W-What do you mean they died? They couldn’t have. Who was it?” He yelled. All they did was turn and stare at him. Luke pushed himself up, trying to escape the gurney, only to be pushed back down by much stronger hands.

“Please, son. You can’t get up,” An older male said. “I’m Dr Macburn, I’m going to do all I can to save you and your friend.”

He knew that these words were meant to bring him comfort, but instead he burst into tears as the reality of potential death set in.

“I need my mom, please,” He whispered through tears.

“We are trying to get a hold of your Mom, Luke. Don’t worry, she will be here,” The older Dr said, holding onto the young boy’s hand.

Suddenly and without warning, Luke began to vomit. He screwed his eyes up and quickly turned to his side, trying to rid the bile but finding it hard to breath. He felt a tube go into his mouth and suck what was remaining. When he opened his eyes, he looked down and saw the stain that should have been green from bile was actually red.

He laid back down and sighed.

“Ring theatres, he is going to have a scope and then a laparotomy, to find out what is happening. We will most likely have to perform a tracheotomy too.” Dr Macburn called out to someone else, Luke was too tired to even open his eyes to see. “I want you to keep a watch on how much blood he vomits. He is obviously bleeding in his gastrointestinal track.”

“Sir, the other kid. I think we are about to lose him too.”

Luke could hear screaming as his mind swam through his thoughts.

What was going on?

Who was the other one on the way?

Who-

He didn’t want to think that thought.

Who was the one that had already died?

“You’re okay, you’re safe. Your mom will be here soon,” A voice tried to soothe him, he couldn’t tell where it was coming from, his eyes scrunched closed as if it was going to help stop the pain. The voice grabbed his arms and tried to rub them in a soothing manner. “Please, stop screaming. You’re okay. We are going to take care of you.”

Screaming? Was he screaming? That was when he realised the screams he had heard before were in fact his own.

He opened his eyes to see that a young nurse had been the owner of the voice trying to comfort him. He could see it in her eyes, she was worried for him. Did she think he was going to die?

“Please help me. Please don't let me die. Please,” Luke cried, grabbing the nurse's hand, not wanting her to leave him. “P-Please, I want my mom. She doesn't know where I a-am.”

“We've called your mom, she's on her way. She'll be here soon,” the nurse told him, brushing the hair out of his face.

He closed his eyes, imagining that the hand running through his hair was his mother's. Through his sobs, he let out a little whisper: “I'm so sorry, mom.”

Luke could feel his throat closing, he thought it was because he was about to cry but it wasn’t. No matter how hard he tried, he could not take deep enough of a breath. He opened his scared eyes and tried to look for the comforting voice from before, hoping they would help. As soon as he made eye contact with the nurse who was still trying to comfort him, she knew something was wrong.

“Sir, he’s stopped breathing!”

“We are going to have to perform the tracheotomy now! Grab the equipment!”

He closed his eyes again, trying to forget the pain and drown out the yelling that was happening around him. It was if he could feel how close death was, and he actually was wishing it would happen soon. He questioned every decision he had made in his life that led to this moment; dying alone knowing that at least one of his friends was already dead, and the other on the brink of death too.

It was at this moment, he noted the cold feeling spreading across him, as if it was the grim reaper himself wrapping the poor young boy in his arms.

“Mom, I’m sorry,” was all Luke could whisper as the darkness overtook him.

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I apologise for any emotional distress this one shot has caused 😂

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adorethedistance · 1 year

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Julie and The Phantoms Cast Masterlist

Julie and The Phantoms Characters Masterlist

New masterlist to split up the cast versus character fics that I’ve written because there’s so many oh my gosh.

✮ - personal fave

Charlie Gillespie - sfw

Rose Garden ✧ Charlie is your suitor, and if he gets his way, soon to be your betrothed. However, he won’t be if you have any say in the matter.

Down For the Count ✧ After a hard fall resulting in a bad injury, your boyfriend Charlie comes to the rescue to be your care taker at the same time as he has a Live with Owen.

Lucky Charm ✧ Meeting Charlie at the rink after hockey practice for date night leads him to take you to his favorite pizza spot, and gifts you an honor you can’t refuse.

Costume Department ✧ Your aunt is the JATP costume designer and one day whilst working on set, your talking with the girls of the cast makes you realize just how strong your feelings for Charlie are.

Tough Competition ✧ Savannah simulates a dance competition for you after learning you’ve never been in one, and your secret relationship with Charlie slowly surfaces to your cast mates.

Betrothed ✧ Evading love for so long has its consequences, but the resistance just might have paid off when you meet a certain prince who’s searching for his princess.

✮ Winners and Losers ✧ Charlie’s day off consists of spending time with his favorite girl, and making bets that he’s seemingly destined to lose.

Charlie Gillespie - nsfw

A Helping Hand ✧ Your best friend Charlie is shocked to hear you’ve been deprived of a certain sexual experience, and is more than willing to help fix that. (18+)

All Day Affair ✧ A rough night before leads to a slow morning after, causing you and Charlie to be late to Valentine’s brunch plans. All is forgiven and all is forgotten when he makes it up to you in the best way he can. (18+)

Everlasting Crushes ✧ Charlie has been your best friend since high school, and secret crush for just as long. When a drunken night in the club results in you getting friendly with strangers, Charlie steps in to claim his girl. (18+)

✮ Impressive ✧ Renowned hockey all-star Charlie Gillespie is a pleasant disaster on his own, but once he asks you to tutor him, you learn he might not be so bad after all. (18+)

Tempting ✧ Coming to an agreement on how your friends with benefits arrangement will work, Charlie invites you over for another study session that doesn’t isn’t very productive. (18+ sequel to Impressive.)

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Owen Patrick Joyner - sfw

Dating Owen Joyner Would Include… ✧ Bullet points of boyfriend!Owen headcanons.

✮ Hey Princess ✧ Dating a Netflix star can be tough in the way of getting recognized in public, but being a Disney Princess just may give Owen a run for his money.

Party Hard ✧ Going from tipsy to full on drunk is a terrible idea, but especially when you’ve got a secret to hide that could mean the difference between preserving and ruining your relationship with your best friend.

Reading My Boyfriend’s Fanfiction?? ✧ Being an influencer meant this day was a long time coming: it was time to put Owen on your channel.

A Pretty Good Bad Idea ✧ Touring with the Julie and The Phantoms cast as a dancer has been the best time of your life, and the only thing that could make it better is the reciprocated affections of a cute, blond drummer.

They’re Not You ✧ You’ve been successful in avoiding and ignoring your romantic feelings for your best friend… so far.

Doomsayers ✧ Owen had to practically harass you to get you to relax on your mutual day off, but the quality time together takes an unexpected turn when you exhibit a small sense of self-doubt.

New Neighbors ✧ Whilst your two best friends are helping you move into your new place, you find out that your next door neighbor is a major cutie who is totally into you, too.

✮ Baby Fever ✧ You and Owen spend a day at the zoo babysitting Baby Shada, and her presence sparks conversation about adding a new presence of your very own.

✮ City Slicker, Cowboyfriend ✧ You’re starting to have doubts about moving all the way to Norman until a shopping trip to Ikea turns into the meet-cute you’ve been waiting for.

Mesmerizing ✧ Crashing at your best friend’s place after a shitty date for the third time causes some sexual tension to bubble to the surface.

Chocolate Cake ✧ Owen’s new place is finally mold free, and he’s invited you over to stay the night. Being petite has more disadvantages than advantages, two of which are a teasing boyfriend and large dog breeds.

Only Need Five ✧ Breaking up with your boyfriend proves difficult when he follows you to your after-breakup plans. Owen puts you at ease and performs a less than innocent song he wrote about your chemistry together. (Indirect sequel to Tell Me Your Favorite Song.)

Wrap Party ✧ Unconvinced Owen is crushing on you, you show up to the cast party ready to let loose with the girls. The night takes an unexpected turn the Owen claims to be the expert on date-nights.

✮ Lazy Day, Stupid Question ✧ You and Owen take a well-deserved lazy day nap together, before movie night in the Joyner-Gillespie household. After recalling a certain reddit post, you make a discovery about the ways of men.

Owen Patrick Joyner - nsfw

Pity Prom? ✧ After learning you’ve never attended a prom, Owen takes it upon himself to recreate the most magical dance you’ve ever had. (18+)

Tell Me Your Favorite Song ✧ Your inattentive boyfriend is falling inferior to a certain drummer from your AP Lit class, who gets to know you better inside and out. (18+)

Say No to This + Unbiased Source ✧ Being cast as Mariah Reynolds means you’ve got your work cut out for you, and to add to the pressure, Owen, your Alexander is exuding a sexual tension you’ve never seen before. Hopefully, no one notices.

✵ - ✵ - ✵ - ✵ - ✵ - ✵

Platonic!Cast

✮ Sculpin and White Claws ✧ Your ‘not-quite girlfriend’ has come over to yours, Charlie’s, and Owen’s shared apartment; your evening is disrupted by the energetic antics of two idiot boys in the other room.

The Best-Worst Day ✧ Bad days are manageable when Charlie and Owen are the best roommates a girl could ask for.

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jmrothwell · 1 year

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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.”

#julie and the phantoms fanfic #luke x reggie #ruke #peterpatter #kissing fic

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collecting-stories · 2 years

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Hi! Congrats on 11k! Can I request a soulmate au with Luke from jatp with sharing songs please :)

Oh my gosh thank you!!! Also I’m really excited about this, I haven’t written Luke in like, a while so it’s nice to kind of dust off the JatP! Thanks for requesting!!!

Troubadour - Luke Patterson

Summary: YOU’RE THE VOICE I HEAR INSIDE MY HEAD THE REASON THAT I’M SINGING I NEED TO FIND - not quite but Luke gets a set of chords stuck in his head and it turns out they’re yours.

A/N: I went with this one (but like Sunset Curve in the 90’s style) sharing songs = they keep hearing songs that they can’t find on the internet, finally realizing that they are their soulmate’s own, unpublished songs

Julie and the Phantoms Masterlist || Celebrate 11k with me

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“What are you playing?”

Luke stopped mid-hum, fingers stilling on his guitar and looking over at Alex. They’d been taking a break from practice but Luke had been strumming the same few chords for the last couple minutes. It wasn’t unusual behaviour but Luke typically would’ve been writing down lyrics or trying to figure out the next piece of the song. As far as Alex could tell he was just transfixed on those chords and nothing else.

“Uh,” Luke faltered for a minute, racking his brain for the name of the song that had been stuck in his for the last few weeks. “I…I don’t know,” he admitted.

“Do you have anything written yet?” Reggie looked almost hopeful as he asked. He’d been sneaking lyrics into Luke’s notebook lately. They weren’t bad but they also weren’t Sunset Curve by a longshot.

“It’s not mine,” Luke explained, “I spent all day yesterday at the record store on palermo and still can’t find it…”

“Where’d you hear it first?” Alex asked, interest piqued at this bit of information. Luke had an undeniable ear for music. He could know a song just from the opening strum of the guitar or strike of the drums. It was unusual that he didn’t recognise a song he’d been playing over and over again.

“That’s the thing,” Luke admitted, setting his guitar in its stand and getting up to pace around the room. “I don’t really remember. Like I just woke up one morning and it was in my head.”

“And you haven’t heard it anywhere else?” Bobby asked, coming back into the garage with water bottles for the four of them.

“No.” Luke shook his head, getting a little frustrated with the questions but more so just because he felt like he didn’t have any of the answers he wanted. “It just was stuck in my head one day and I haven’t been able to find it anywhere. Look, it’s whatever. Let’s just get back to practice. Reggie wants to go to that show tonight-“

“We can’t miss it, it’s open mic once a month, if it seems like a good crowd, we should think about putting our names down.” Reggie replied, cutting Luke off. He’d been telling them about this venue for a couple weeks now, since he and Bobby had gone down there for a show and seen a flyer about their amateur band nights. Unsigned bands in LA could perform for fairly regular crowds. It was better than anything they’d been doing.

“We won’t miss it,” Bobby said, grabbing his guitar.

The crowd was a good one tonight, not packed but full enough that Luke felt the familiar warmth of being surrounded by eager concert-goers. Alex pushed forward, the other three following him to the edge of the stage. There was a band performing, a group of 20-something guys dressed more like accountants than rockers but their music was good.

As the set finished, Luke turned away from the stage, listening to Bobby talking about how it seemed so far. Trust him to be the most analytical of the four of them. Luke was always all about the music but Bobby had a head for the business side of things too. It didn’t take long to switch out instruments, none of the bands seemed interested in keeping the crowd waiting for too long, not when most of them were just trying to get their names out there.

Luke still had his back turned as the house lights dimmed and the next band came out.

You weren’t normally this nervous about performing but lately you’d had a song stuck in your head and it’d been distracting you from working on your own music. As soon as you sat down to write it was there in the back of your head. You’d had songs kind of, creep up on you before. Words or chords just got stuck until you wrote them out but something about this song told you it wasn’t something you’d dreamed up yourself. It didn’t feel like you at all, more like you were hearing someone else’s song in your ear.

You hadn’t told anyone about it and now you were getting ready to go on with your band, hopeful that you didn’t mess up, trying to combat the song in your head with your own chords.

The crowd had some good energy, seemingly more welcoming than when you had been here the last time. “Hey, thanks for letting us take up some of your time tonight, this song is a new one I’ve been working on. I think I finally got it, I’ll let you guys decide,” the comment was met with some laughs and you smiled, trying to calm your heart from going haywire in your chest, “alright, here we go.”

You started strumming and Luke turned around, his eyes wide as he stared up at you. All he could remember was what Reggie had said on the way over, these were all new bands that didn’t have records, that hadn’t been signed. You said yourself you had just finished the song you were singing, but, Luke knew that song.

“That’s the song,” he said, nudging Alex, “that’s the song!”

“What song?” Alex asked, turning so he could hear him better, “you mean the song you were playing earlier today?”

“yeah; that’s it.”

“How is that possible, Luke, we’ve never seen these guys play before.” Alex reasoned. It didn’t make any sense that Luke would know a song before it even existed in the world, “maybe you’ve just got some chords stuck in your head and it sounds like that.”

“No,” Luke shook his head and looked back up at the stage. It was impossible to really see the crowd, he knew that, he’d been on stage enough times to know that you’re really just looking out at silhouettes. But as he looked up you turned your head and he swore your eyes locked with his. He could feel a pounding in his chest like the nerves he got before a show, sweat beaded on the back of his neck and goosebumps erupted on his skin. It was like his whole body was mirroring yours and you looked like you knew.

He wanted to pull you off stage and ask you how you’d done it. How had he heard that song in his head when it was only just finished, how had the words all seemed so familiar when just that afternoon he couldn’t remember any of them. Luke was stuck in that moment until he felt the house lights come up and he was blinking from the change, turning his head back and forth. He felt like he’d been dreaming, if he pinched himself he almost expected to wake up in the garage again.

“Luke!” Alex grabbed his arm and brought him back down to reality. He was awake after all, “where are you going? The next band is getting ready to play.”

“I have to find that singer…that, I…that’s the song.”

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ginervacade · 1 year

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Why did we decide that Reggie blushes so easily? ( I am not complaining about it, it’s so so so cute)

Did I miss something in the show, I probably did but I don’t remember him blushing? Did we get that from Jeremy? Does he blush easily and I missed that too? I love it so much but I can’t figure out where it comes from.

#julie and the phantoms fanfic #reginald peters #reggie peters #jatp #julie and the phantoms #headcanon #did i miss something #jeremy shada #blushy boy #it’s so cute when he blushes though

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theamd426 · 1 year

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Potential JATP WIP. Working title is Together I Think That We Can Make It.

Basically in this fic Reggie is a foster kid who get's diagnosed with Leukemia over summer break. Victoria works in the cancer ward at the LA Children's hospital, and will eventually try and persuade Ray to take him in once he gets out of the hospital.

This is a WIP fic, and I want to wait until it's completely done to post on AO3, but I'd love some feedback so far. Also if you're interested in being a beta reader let me know!

Reggie sighed as the elevator rang, reaching the 5th floor. The doors opened and he was quickly wheeled inside the cancer ward at the Children’s Hospital Los Angeles. Reggie’s caseworker, Todd gave him a comforting smile as one of the nurses wheeled Reggie into the ward.

“It doesn’t seem so bad here,” Todd said as Nurse Victoria wheeled Reggie into his room.

The room itself still looked like a hospital room, but it wasn’t completely bare and sterile. The walls were painted a nice crisp white, and there were built in wood cabinets surrounding a big tv that helped give the room some warmth. Right under the window there was a small seating area with an arm chair and a green couch, that most likely turned into a pullout bed in case a patients family slept over.

“You can decorate however you like,” Victoria said, with a smile. “With discretion I might add. This is still a children’s ward. So please no pictures of drugs or naked girls.”

“Not even if they’re scientific,” Reggie said, bitterly.

Todd gave nudged Reggie’s shoulder and whispered in his ear.

“Watch your attitude please,” he said, slightly annoyed.

“Sorry,” Reggie mumbled. “You don’t have to worry about me. I don’t really have anything to decorate with.”

Victoria gave Reggie a sad smile, knowing his situation. She knew first hand how hard it is to witness a family member go through cancer, and she witnessed countless kids and their families fight everyday, but she never imagined how hard it would be to fight this battle as a kid with absolutely no one in your corner.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, trying to not act upset about what Todd said to Reggie.

He was a foster kid who had just been abandoned by his last foster placement and was now getting treated for cancer. He had every right to be bitter and upset.

Todd set Reggie’s trash bag of belongings on the floor next to his bed. He then turned to Victoria and gave her a fake smile.

“Is there anything I need to sign before you get started with his treatment?” He asked, glancing down at his watch.

“No, I think we’re good. We’ve already gone over his treatment plan with you guys and we will contact you again if anything changes.”

Todd nodded his head and pulled out his phone to check his text messages. After sending a couple of texts, he put his phone away and gave Reggie a very fake smile.

“Okay, well you have my number if you need anything,” he said, before turning and walking out of the hospital.

“Too bad I don’t have a phone,” Reggie said, plopping down on his bed.

“I’m going to go grab you a hospital gown and then we’re going to get you ready to get your port,” Victoria said, trying to lighten the mood. “When was the last time you had anything to eat or drink?"

"I got a take home lunch yesterday at school, and I had some water last night around eight thirty," he said.

"You didn't eat dinner" Victoria asked kind of shocked.

Reggie just shook his head and started to remove his worn-out converse. If he was going to be stuck in this ward for the next few months while he went through chemo then he was at least going to be comfortable.

Victoria looked over the skinny teenager and realized he was probably starving, that combined with his worn-out clothes led her to think that he was possibly neglected in his last placement.

"Okay, then after we insert your port I’ll bring you anything you want from the HBO café downstairs,” she said handing him the menu that was on the dresser. "Dr. Isaac said you don't need to go on a neutropenic diet just yet, so if I were you I'd take advantage of the greasy options now."

“Thanks,” Reggie said, taking a deep breath out.

Victoria paused for a moment before reaching for the trash bag on the floor.

“We need to wash your clothes to make sure that everything is sterile,” She said, sympathetically. “Do you have anything in that bag that doesn’t need to be washed - photos, trinkets, or books maybe?

“No,” Reggie shrugged. “It’s all Goodwill clothes.”

“Okay then,” Victoria said picking up the trash bag. "Dumb question, but do you want the bag back?”

“Will you guys give me something to put my clothes in when I leave?”

“Yes, of course,” Victoria said, trying not to tear up.

"Then yeah go ahead and toss it. I've been using that bag for a about a year anyway."

Victoria picked up all of Reggie’s belongings and brought it over to laundry management. She tried her best to keep her composure until she was completely alone. She knew good and well that she was about to start several jars in the break room to raise money to not only buy Reggie a damn suitcase, but to also get him some decent clothes and decorations.

Victoria was going to be damned if this kid survived cancer and had to leave with all of his belongings inside of a plastic hospital bag.

As Victoria was off getting everything ready for Reggie to receive his port, Reggie laid back on his hospital bed and did his best to fight back his tears. All he wanted at the moment was for his two best friends to come and be with him. But it was the first day of Summer break, and Reggie didn’t have the heart to tell either of his friends that he was diagnosed with Cancer, and now he didn’t know if how he’d be able to reach out to them without a phone or tablet. Basically he was stuck watching cable all day long.

Maybe Alex was right. Maybe they shouldn’t have forged his foster parents signature so that Reggie could donate blood.

****

“I’m not doing it,” Alex, Reggie’s best friend and bandmate, said after throwing away his blood drive form.

“But you and Luke haven’t even done it,” Reggie said, looking back and forth between Alex and Luke, Reggie’s other best friend and bandmate. “You guys haven’t done it yet right?”

“No, we haven’t had sex yet,” Alex said, rolling his eyes as he playfully pushed Reggie. “But, it’s complete bullshit that we’d be banned for life the second we do. It’s homophobic.”

Reggie sighed knowing this was going to mean he’d be giving blood alone. Luke was terrified of needles and Alex was apparently now protesting the matter.

“I don’t know,” Reggie said, sadly. “I kind of wanted to know my blood type.”

Alex’s face softened. He knew Reggie didn’t know much about his genetics. His birth parents gave him up for adoption when he was a baby, and then when he was 10 his adoptive parents dissolved his adoption. The now 16-year-old has had 13 foster placements ever since.

“You should still do it then,” Alex said, nudging Reggie’s shoulder. “We probably wouldn’t be scheduled for the same class period anyway.”

“I don’t know,” Reggie said shrugging his shoulder. “I doubt Caleb would even sign the permission form.”

“Who says he has to sign it?” Luke said, smirking.

“No, no, no!” Alex said, stopping in the middle of the hallway. “Do you know how much trouble he would get into if he forged his foster dad’s signature?”

“I don’t know,” Reggie said, shrugging his shoulders. “Worst case scenario, he kicks me out. Which, might I add, will probably happen in the next month or so anyway.”

Alex sighed and shook his head.

“I’m still totally against this plan and if anyone asks, I had nothing to do with this.”

“Yeah, but out of the three of us, you have the best handwriting,” Luke pointed out.

“Please,” Reggie begged. “I may not get this chance again until I’m 18.”

“Bobby has way better handwriting then I do,” Alex said, pouting. “Just ask him tonight at band practice.”

“He has to go to his brother’s softball game tonight,” Reggie reminded him. “And the permission form is due tomorrow.”

“Stupid private school,” Luke grumbled. “It’s not fair that he get’s to go to Los Feliz and we don’t.”

“To be fair, my parents offered to send me to Los Feliz, but I wouldn’t dare to leave you idiots alone,” Alex said, smirking.

“I uh… I actually was offered a scholarship,” Reggie said, blushing. “But I won’t be able to go unless they can find a foster home closer to the school.”

“Your joking?” Alex said, shocked.

Reggie shook his head.

"It's not going to happen though," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Los Feliz is full of rich families. They don't foster, and if they do, then they're just doing it so they can get a baby with no trauma."

"So your stuck here with me?" Luke said hopeful that his two best friends weren't leaving him behind.

"Yeah, your not getting rid us that easy," Reggie said with a smile. He then turned to Alex and gave him his best puppy dog eyes. "Please? For a kid who doesn't know where he came from?"

“Fine,” Alex grumbled. “I’m going to kill both of you if we get caught though.”

“Dude relax,” Reggie said, smiling. “We’re not going to get caught.”

****

Reggie felt unusually tired the day of the blood drive, and he couldn’t figure out why especially since nothing in his routine had changed in the past couple of days. He did go to bed a little later than he usually did since his foster father Caleb caught him coming in after curfew. He spent the better half of the night listening to his foster father yell and berate him before locking him in his bedroom. It was nothing he hadn’t dealt with before, so he couldn’t understand why he was so exhausted.

“You look tired,” Alex said, leaning on the locker beside Reggie’s.

“Caleb was in a big mood last night,” Reggie said, yawning. “I’m probably getting moved after we finish exams.”

“I’m sorry,” Alex said, sympathetically. “Maybe your next placement will be better?”

Reggie slammed his locker shut and shrugged his shoulders. He had been moved so much lately that it didn’t really bother him.

“I doubt it,” he said, walking to class. “No one voluntarily takes in teenagers, especially ones who have been rehomed.”

Alex bit his lip, he wanted to ask his parents if they could take in Reggie, but he knew Reggie was openly bi and he didn’t want to subject Reggie to their homophobia. It was already bad enough hiding his own relationship with his parents, he didn’t want to force Reggie to do the same if he found someone he really liked.

As the two got closer to their first period pre-calculus class, Alex perked up and immediately started to reach in his book bag.

“I almost forgot,” Alex said, pulling out a breakfast sandwich. “My mom said that you should never give blood on an empty stomach.”

“You told your mom I was giving blood?” Reggie asked.

“Well… not exactly,” Alex said, blushing. “My dad gave blood for our church’s blood drive last month and my mom made a big scene about him eating a big breakfast that morning.”

“You do know I get free breakfast and lunch right?” Reggie asked, furrowing his brows.

“Yeah, but school food sucks,” Alex said, shivering at the thought. “I honestly don’t know how you and Luke eat it everyday.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve seen Luke eat worse,” Reggie said, giggling. “Last weekend I saw him put mashed potatoes on a waffle. It was disgusting.”

“Yeah, that checks out,” Alex agreed. “I still don’t know how you do it though.”

Reggie just shrugged his shoulders and took a bite out of the breakfast sandwich Alex gave him.

“I don’t know… I guess when the alternative is not eating you kind of just get over the taste.”

Alex looked at Reggie with sad eyes as the two walked into class and took a seat at their desks. Reggie quickly finished his sandwich and started to open his worn-out notebook.

****

Reggie was scheduled to give blood right at the beginning of 3rd period, which means he was missing music with Alex and Luke. Luke wished Reggie good luck at the end of chemistry, and Reggie made Luke promise to grab a review packet for him for their final next week. He didn’t have access to private music lessons like Luke or Alex, so music class was the only chance he had to learn theory.

When Reggie arrived in the gym for the blood drive there weren’t as many students as he imagined. Most of the students were volunteering for the blood drive for their nursing classes. He assumed that more students would be willing to donate, but the gym was practically empty, meaning that they will probably stop doing blood drives next year.

Once he was at the front of the line to check in, one of the nursing students took his permission slip, that Alex did a pretty good job forging, and started to take his vitals. Reggie was a bit worried that he wouldn’t pass the weight requirement, since he hadn’t been eating as much as he normally does. His weight did drop, but he was still above the required weight and height for donating blood so he was let through.

After his passing his initial check up, Reggie was finally brought over to the area where students were waiting to get poked. Reggie waited five minutes and was then escorted to a chair.

His nurse, Gloria, gave him a big smile as she started looking for veins. Once she was sure she found a good vein she told Reggie to relax his arm and turn his head so he didn’t have to look at the needle going into his arm. But Reggie didn’t. Instead, Reggie just stared at his arm as the needle went in.

“Wow, you didn’t flinch at all,” Gloria said as she taped Reggie up.

“It’s not the worst pain I’ve been in,” he said with a smirk.

Gloria gave him a sad smile and handed him a stress ball. Reggie started to squeeze the ball allowing his blood to come out quicker.

“Okay, I’ll be back to check on you in a bit,” Gloria said, taking her gloves off. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“I’ll try not too,” Reggie said, sarcastically.

Reggie gently squeezed the stress ball, but after a few minutes of squeezing his hands started tingling, his limbs started to feel heavy, and he started to feel really tired. He blinked for a bit and did his absolute best to keep his eyes open and stay awake.

“Come on,” he said, focusing on his blinking. “You can fall asleep when you get home. Don’t cause a problem.”

Reggie’s eyes continued to flutter for a few moments longer before he couldn’t feel anything and everything went completely black.

****

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

Reggie groggily opened his eyes to the steady sound of a heart rate monitor letting everyone know that he was still alive.

He looked around the room and saw dozens of nurses and doctors walking around the ER triage center as they assessed different patients. He looked around the room and furrowed his brows when he saw pictures of kittens and clowns on the wall. The sound of a toddler crying only solidified his hypothesis. He was in the ER at the Children's Hospital of Los Angeles. Reggie groaned and started looking for a way to quietly remove the wires that were hooked up to him. Butt after one accidental bad move, the monitors went off and an ER Nurse came rushing in. She looked over him for a minute before giving him a comforting smile.

“It’s good to have you back in the land of the living,” the nurse said as he started to check Reggie’s vitals. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel fine,” Reggie said, rubbing his eyes. “What happened?”

“You passed out at a blood drive,” he said, seriously. “Do you know what happened? Did you just forget to eat maybe?”

Reggie shook his head, he had devoured that breakfast sandwich the moment Alex gave it to him, and he snagged a blueberry muffin from the cafeteria. He should have been fine.

“Okay, well we’re testing your blood right now just to be safe,” he said, gently. “Your school gave us your dad’s number but he didn’t pick up. Is there anyone else we can call?”

Reggie sighed as he bit his lip. He knew his social worker Todd was going to have to find out about him being in the hospital. He just didn’t want to hear the lecture that would surely come from it.

“818-555-0149… that’s my case worker’s number. His name is Todd,” Reggie said, biting his lip.

“Oh,” the nurse said, quietly. “I’ll um… I’ll call him right now.”

Reggie nodded his head as he curled up further in his hospital bed. Nurses and doctors all around him were ignoring him as they all went about their jobs.

As he sat there alone, he started to get flashbacks to when he was 10 and he was abandoned in this very ER after his appendix burst. He thought his parents left to go fill out paperwork for his surgery, but after a few hours, they never came back. The hospital called their names several times over the intercom, but nobody ever came.

That was the day Reggie found out that he wasn't biologically related to his parents. He was adopted, and they didn't want him anymore.

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Baby, te amo (forever ‘til the end of time)

So I wrote a little something for my soft juke babies because the idea just was too cute to let the opportunity pass. It’s tooth-rotting fluff (when is it not with me lol).

Summary: She closed her eyes, basking in the moment, basking in his presence, warmth and comfort, and the words came out naturally.

“Te amo.”

Or the one in which Julie grew up with the idea of ‘te amo’ being the ultimate love confession. She hasn’t ever used it romantically because no one had been deserving of what her mother used to call the promise of profound devotion. Until years later, that’s it.

Search it on ao3 here!

It was no secret how much her parents loved each other.

Everybody with eyes could see the brazen devotion in every term of endearment and the warmth in even the smallest interactions. Little Julie could not understand how the other kids were disgusted by their parent’s displays of affections when her mom and dad were just like the princes and princesses in her fairy tales storybooks!

And so, Julie grew to be in awe of the love her parents had for one another.

On the nights she couldn’t sleep, she would shrug off the blankets and pad barefoot through the house, clutching her favorite plushie under one arm. She would go searching for her parents, knowing that her mother’s soft tunes were her favorite lullabies in the whole world and her dad’s gentle words made her feel every bit like the daddy’s little girl her mom always said she was. And, more often than not, she would find her parents slow dancing in the kitchen, under dim lighting with their hands wrapped around each other and with the biggest smiles on their faces. For little Julie, it was magical and she found herself wishing to grow up quickly so she too could find someone to live a fairy tale moment of her own.

She was the honorable spectator to her parents' shows of affection time and time again, each one of them filled with what she could only describe as genuine, unadulterated love. Like witnessing her mother serenading her father with one of the most beautiful songs she has ever heard, or the time in which she saw her dad cooking an entire feast of all of her mom’s favorite dishes for their anniversary date.

There were way too many moments engraved in her mind that she just can’t let go; Julie holds them dearly in her heart because what her parents had was the epitome of true love and she would fiercely stand by that.

The truth is that Rose and Ray were absolutely enamored with one another. Julie is just glad she could experience it first-hand.

However, there was a specific moment that left Julie quite shaken, even as a freshly-turned teenager. She remembers her mom draping her arms on her father’s shoulder, gazing at him with the softest yet most ardent look in her eyes and saying, “Te amo” . So straightforward, without stuttering, whispering a confession from the heart. And her father’s face would soften immediately, his posture slumping as if he is getting rid of all his defenses, as if he doesn’t need them anymore. They would get trapped in this bubble of vulnerability together, a number of ‘te amo’s being muttered for their ears only like a sacred word, their smiles radiating blinding happiness.

She didn’t understand how a simple world could cause such a fragile reaction.

Julie did ask her mom about it when they were both cuddling on the sofa watching a movie, because she was always a curious kid and not knowing stuff made her restless. Rose had

smiled, bringing Julie closer to her chest and tucking some of her curls behind her ear. “Mi amor,” she had started, with a tender look that only mothers could muster, “sometimes, a simple ‘I love you’ is not enough.”

Julie had cocked her head to the side in confusion because that didn’t make any sense. That was how you verbally express that you love someone. Granted, there were some alternatives but that was the most universally known phrase, so she definitely didn’t see where her mother was coming from.

Rose had laughed at her bewilderment, hugging her closer as she continued, “In spanish, ‘te amo’ is so powerful. It’s the most beautiful, most intimate way to voice out what you feel towards someone.”

Julie turned to look at her mom, “but isn’t that the same as ‘I love you’?”

Her mom hummed, “Not quite. Te amo is saying I love you, adore you, respect you, protect you, accept you, support you and care about you all in one word. It’s a meaningful word that carries a promise of profound devotion.”

Julie had nodded in understanding, though she’s sure that many of what it entailed went over her head. Her mom, on the other hand, had seemed to know what she’s talking about so she must be right, Julie had thought.

Rose had smiled wistfully and leaned over to place a kiss on her temple, “ Te amo, darling.”

She hugged her mom tightly, breathing in the moment that would later become one of Julie’s most treasured memories.

Julie may had been young, and perhaps she didn’t get all the fuss about it or just how significant it was as her mom made it out to be, but it did make sense over the years. As she grew older she would only use it a handful of times: to her dad, her little brother and her aunt Victoria. Sometimes, she would half-jokingly send it to Flynn over text.

Never romantically, no, because no one had yet to be deserving of those words.

Until years later, that’s it.

“So, I was thinking that for the bridge we could slow down the tempo a little bit, what do you think? Reggie came up with a killer riff that we could use and make the song awesome!”

Luke is pacing back and forth in front of her, talking animatedly about the song they have been working on the past couple of days. There’s the distinctive bounce on his step and a glimmer in his eyes that appear whenever he’s talking about something that he’s passionate about. It’s endearing, really.

Julie would have never thought that she would harbor such strong feelings for anyone, let alone for someone who wasn't exactly... alive. But here’s this boy that makes her heart flutter when he as much looks her way, that makes her feel breathless whenever he smiles at her blindingly, that makes her write the silliest of love songs and daydream about dancing to the idyllic tune of a ballad.

It’s overwhelming and the mere thought throws her off slightly because never has she ever felt so deeply over a crush but, perhaps, that word is too short of a label for what it truly is after all.

“Julie, are you with me?” She snaps back to reality to the image of Luke kneeling in front of her, his thumbs carefully rubbing her knees in an attempt to make her come back to the conversation at hand. It’s more distracting than helpful, the pads of his fingers incredibly gentle against her skin, but who is she to complain?

Ever since they discovered they could be able to touch, they had been using that information to the fullest in fear that it could be short-lasting. All of them.

(“Hmm, this is nice.” Reggie says, there’s a hint of a smile in his tone as he wiggles closer to Alex in his attempt to equally find warmth and to not fall off the bed.

Alex grunts as he is being pressed forward, “yes Reg, I love being squished to death.” He deadpans, his words dripping with sarcasm, surely with a roll of his eyes thrown in there to get his point across. Julie grins inwardly, the irony of what he said not lost on her. “I can’t feel my ribs, geez have you always been this strong?”

“Hey! If you don’t remember, I give the best bear hugs in the whole world and afterworld for that matter!” Reggie sounds so utterly offended that it makes her chuckle at how ridiculous this whole conversation turned out to be. The bed shakes a little — mainly because of Reggie pulling back slightly to look at Alex right in the eyes but she’s sure the added weight also plays a part in it — and the sudden movement had Reggie yelping and grasping Alex’s sleeve in a tight grip in fear of falling off.

“See, that’s the universe telling you that you should never question my strength ever again.”

“Reggie that’s not— okay.”

Luke laughs beside her, the sound melodious and blithesome, it makes something inside her melt and she’s flabbergasted for a second because since when has laughter sounded so beautiful and enthralling.

He has one arm draped across her stomach and she has an inexplicable urge to snuggle closer to him, to erase the space between.

“Come on dude, don’t deny it, you are loving it it.” He says playfully, propping his head on one had as he narrows his eyes humorously at the boys.

Alex scoffs weakly, as if he was about to come up with an excuse that no, he clearly was having the worst time of his not-life but the battle was lost before it even started. He all but grins and gives in, “okay, yes. This is great, you guys win.” He says, cuddling up against Julie even more.

Reggie dabs him cheerfully on his side, hugging Alex impossibly tighter and if he was crushing him, he never complained once this time.

Luke hums, “Julie your bed is the softest thing ever. I think it’s starting to become my next favorite thing.” He snugs down to the point that Julie believes he’s about to become one with the mattress. She gazes at him, and hopes that her eyes don’t betray her by giving too much unsaid information.

He looks at her, “though, don’t worry. You’ll always be my number one.” Luke shrugs, a coy smile on his face as if he didn’t just set her heart ablaze.

The words die on her tongue, her teasing about how his guitar might become jealous forgotten at the back of her mind. She guesses that getting used to him openly flirting would never get easy but honestly, she wouldn’t have it any other way. It hasn’t been too long since they dared to cross over that fine line between friends and something more; she’s still threading lightly, he plunges all at once.

“Yes Julie, I wonder why we never did this before.” Reggie says, cutting her off before she could even answer him with a flirty response of her own. Sometimes she felt a little daring, sue her.

She turns her neck to be able to look at him and smiles, he has his butt half on the bed and half on the air, but he looks as happy as ever. “Off limits, remember.”

She sees realization dawn on him.

Julie continues, “also, I don’t know if you remember but you guys weren’t exactly tangible to human contact.” She says matter of factly.

“Oh, yeah.” Reggie draws out the oh as if he forgot he was a ghost for a second. He stares off at the distance before shrugging and nuzzling his nose in the back of Alex’s neck, all talk about it unequivocally forgotten.

She chuckles and looks over at Luke, ready to tell him that he too is her favorite next thing, her favorite person, her favorite music partner, her favorite everything. Ready to see him beam at her words, maybe get a little bit flustered but he’d eventually find another thing to say that would render her speechless — as he always do, it’s some kind of superpower she’s staring to believe. But she’s greeted by the sight of her boyfriend fast asleep, his lips slightly parted and his fingers grazing faintly her curls. And he looks so at peace, so happy even in his sleep that it makes that indescribable feeling inside her to appear once more. The melting and the twisting and the fluttering ever so present.

And she wants to act on them. She will act on them.)

She looks at him, his eyebrows are slightly furrowed because he can’t help but get concerned over her. It comes naturally, he had jokingly said. “Is something wrong?”

Julie smiles, “no, you dork.” Her hand comes up to brush his bangs that fell a little bit long over his eyes, moving them aside to reveal those green eyes that she very much loves glinting with affection and tenderness and everything in between that makes her feel so warm and fuzzy.

“I was thinking that we could take a break for a bit,” she suggests, her hand now moving downwards to cup his cheek and she felt him leaning in. She’s sure her stomach was the home of millions of butterflies, leaping and dancing by the way it feels all fluttery when he turns his head to press a quick kiss on the palm of her hand. He’s going to be the death of her, she swears.

“Sure, yeah.” He smiles, moving to the couch and sitting next to her, his arm coming up to tuck her on his side. His chin is resting on top of her head and he may have said a joke about how her curls tickle his nose but she tunes it out, she’s just so happy right now.

Luke tightens his hold on her, “Tell me about your day.”

She tucks her legs in, almost resting them atop of his lap but not quite, and drapes one of her arms across his chest, “Well, Mrs. Harrison said that we’ll start on the preparations for the Winter Musical Festival next week. She told me that she wants me to write and perform the song for the opening act.” Julie started to play with the neckline of his shirt — surprisingly one with proper sleeves, though she’s a secret fan of his muscle tees for obvious reasons — a habit she has taken a liking to.

“Julie, that’s awesome! You are gonna knock them off their feet, as always!”

She can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, it’s contagious to the point that she momentarily forgets about the real reason of why she brought up the topic in the first place. “And I want you to come.”

Julie waits for his response, “and the guys too, of course.”

He smiles the kind that makes his eyes wrinkle from how big he’s smiling, the apples of his cheeks popping up in the process. “Julie, we’d be honored!”

And then he softens up a little, she feels him slump further on the couch and his body curving towards her and Julie wonders if it was because of another emotional overload or because the excitement of the day is finally catching up to him — he has way too much energy, she really doesn’t know where he stores it — but then a quieted “I’d love to,” was being murmured in the space between them and Julie stopped wondering.

She closed her eyes, basking in the moment, basking in his presence, warmth and comfort, and the words came out naturally.

“Te amo.”

It’s straightforward, without stuttering, whispering a confession from the heart.

Julie doesn’t know if he understood it, in fact she doesn’t wait for him to act on it for that matter because she lifts her head from underneath him — feeling all kinds of emotions all at once — and takes his chin in her hand to bring their lips together in a searing kiss, the image of glazed eyes the last thing she saw.

They have kissed before, of course, small pecks here and there but nothing quite like this. Perhaps her not so little confession making the moment significant tenfold.

The kiss is mind-spinning and it makes her lightheaded and weak on the knees (she’s just glad she’s sitting down for this one), it carries both passion and tenderness at the same time and it’s brimming with everlasting promises that are left untold but still very much avowed. It’s sensitively overwhelming because there’s Luke everywhere; underneath her fingertips, on the back of her mind, on the soft glides against her mouth, on the gentle touches of his knuckles along her back, her face, her arms. She doesn’t know when he ended and she began.

She feels like her soul is being set on fire and then he tilts his head just so for their lips to slot even more perfectly together — if that was even possible — and she quite literally melts on his arms. She hums against his lips, and she needs more.

On a whim of boldness, she swings one of her legs to straddle his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, weaving her fingers through his brown locks to draw him impossibly closer. His hands were everywhere and her skin felt like it was being put aflame. Come to think of it, she wonders how she hasn’t combusted already.

She tugs his bottom lip in between her teeth, a low grunt was heard in the air as a result and she grins against his lips at the sound.

Julie slowly pulls away, giggling at how he follows her lips as she moves away as if he doesn’t want to let her go yet. She leans to place one soft kiss on his cheek, another one on the tip of his nose and another on the corner of his mouth. She’s tempted to leave a trail down his neck, but she refrains from doing that in fear of not being able to stop after the first few kisses.

Luke runs his hands gently up and down her arms, his eyes looking a little distraught and she feels oddly proud at being the one responsible for such absentmindedly state in the rather streak-focused Luke.

“Te amo.” She repeats, this time looking at him directly in the eyes, hoping to convey everything that the word entails in her body language, in her facial expression, in the pitch of her voice. Because if anything, her mother taught her that it should be said from deep within.

For a second it seems like time and space stop, but then Luke shifts from beneath her and brings his hands to frame her face gently. His expression is stark and intense, and she didn’t know she was waiting with a hitched breath when she let out a sigh of relief at his next words.

“Te amo más.”

She doesn’t know how he knows those words, she doesn’t care to ask when and why or to even consider any possible explanation because right now that’s the last thing on her mind as she leaps forward and embraces him in a crushing hug. Because nothing else matters as long as Luke loves her and she loves him just as much, as long as there’s amor and te amo’s in their love language.

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A Magazine, some realization, and a well needed friend

In January 1995, a few months after the incident at the Green Day concert, the boys of Sunset Curve want to buy a queer magazine that features an interview with Billie Joe Armstrong. It's more difficult to get than they expected but they make a new friend, find out a lot about themselves and consequences accrue. Or in other words: a fanfic about the boys fangirling about Green Day, Pansy Division and Billie Joe, Alex being Bobby's favourite, Luke and Reggie growing up queer in the 90s and Alex parents being shitty.

Can be read without the other parts of the series. Part 1 on tumblr and ao3

Read on ao3 x

The Magazine mentioned: tumblr screenshots & google books

Warnings: Aids/HIV crisis, swearing, implied/mentioned homophobia, outdated language, referenced character death

A Magazine, some realization, and a well needed friend

It was a curious view on this Tuesday afternoon in January 1995. At least for everybody that paid enough attention to their surroundings to notice. Three teenagers standing in front of a small bakery while having a seemingly heated but also quiet discussion with each other. The tallest one, Alex, a blond boy with a black cap backwards on his head and a black fanny pack around his torso, looks like he might be close to tears by this point. Like the discussion stresses him out that much. On his right is a timid looking boy named Reginald (called Reggie by most) who seems to shrink into himself the longer the conversation goes on, pulling his leather jacket tighter around his torso and fiddling with his hands while looking worried from one boy to the other. The third boy, Luke, who sports a mop of brown hair on his head seems to be having trouble standing still for longer than two seconds. He keeps bouncing around and his friends constantly remind him to keep his voice low. By the gentleness in their voices, you can tell that even though the discussion seems to be heated, at first sight, the boys are more stressed than angry. One of the women working in the bakery jokes that the group needs a problem solver because apparently none of the three boys are very good at that. She is right of course, while also being wrong. They have a problem-solving friend in their group, Bobby, it’s just that he is not with them today.

To fully understand the situation, you actually have to look around the corner up the next street. Then you would see that there is one of the only book shops on this side of L.A. that sells LGBT+ friendly books and magazines. One of these is the Special Issue of The Advocate magazine, which includes an interview with Billie Joe Armstrong from Green Day. And they are actually just discussing for which of them it might be the least dangerous to go inside. Luke being a runaway, he hasn’t seen his parents since before Christmas, seems to be the obvious choice, not having to fear the backlash from people he most likely won’t see again soon, anyway. The problem is that his parents are actively looking for him and have all types of people reporting back to them where Luke was seen. They found out about that after new year’s when Alex got into trouble with his parents because someone reported to the Pattersons where their son was, and they told Alex’s parents assuming that Alex was with Luke (he was of course but he made damn sure to deny it to his parents). So even if Luke’s parents might not get Luke into trouble, they could tell Alex’s parents and that would be a lot worse than the new year’s incident. Alex knew damn well what his parents thought about people like him. And yes, maybe he came out to his friends after the Green Day concert in November, but he was not ready to have his parents know. So, Alex going himself was obviously not an option as well. They didn’t even want to entertain the idea of how Reggie’s father might react if he found out Reggie was shopping here, so obviously, Reggie couldn’t go as well. This was not their brightest idea.

„Okay, so maybe it was a bit stupid of us to even come here without Bobby in the first place.” Alex voices his thoughts out loud to stop Luke from going through all the options they don’t actually have again and again.

„We can’t buy the magazine for him if he is the one buying it!” Reggie points out. He is right. Of course, he is right but maybe they just can’t surprise Bobby with it then.

„It’s not like we don’t all want it. Like it’s not just that he could be talking about, you know… coming clean, he might’ve talked about Jon and -” Alex stops and looks around if anybody is close enough to hear, with his voice lowered he adds „Pansy Division.”

“Hell, he even could’ve mentioned the night he punched Andrew, like imagine!” Reggie adds excitedly.

„What if he actually mentions Bobby or US!” Luke all but screams, pointing between them referring to their band. Again, the other two boys gently remind Luke to lower his voice. A lot of people would be annoyed at his inability to control how loud he is speaking, but his close friends learned fairly quickly that it is outside Luke’s control and that he doesn’t do it to be obnoxious or annoying. They also found out that if you reminded him too harshly, he will just stop speaking completely, so they all learned to remind him gently and only if it’s really necessary.

Little do the three boys know that around the corner, not far from the book shop that none of them wants to enter a young man is standing smoking a cigarette. The man, James, came out of his workplace for a quick smoke because one of his co-workers was a non-smoker and he also needed a bit of air (oh the irony). He should’ve gone inside minutes ago when he finished his first cigarette, but he kept listening to the boys’ conversation around the corner. They really could be more careful. From everything he was hearing he had any idea who they might be. A young band whose name was making its way through the clubs and bars he was hanging out in. One of his friends who actually saw them play live before and was at the Green Day concert everybody keeps referencing was a reliable source and the first one that James actually believed as he told the story.

A straight boy defending Jon at the Green Day concert against a homophobic classmate. The real version of the story is not the most glamorous one, but that boy’s band still became a safe place for a lot of queer folks. Especially if you like rock music it is so hard to find concerts you feel safe at. And a young new band getting Pansy Divisions stamp of approval, especially through a story like that? You’ll hear about them. Also, James likes Jon and everyone punching a homophobe automatically becomes a friend of his. But maybe it is just talked about that much because it’s finally a different topic than finding out about another death and maybe they just want some good news every now and then. Instead of constantly being reminded that your government doesn’t really care about you and that they're still too many of your friends dying. Finally, having heard enough to be sure that they are the friends of that boy, Bobby, James finishes his smoke, steps on the lit cigarette, and walks up to the bookstore. Hell, his boss knows he’s a fag and hasn’t fired him yet, his mother already doesn’t speak to him anymore and his father already almost beat him to death, so he definitely has nothing to lose by buying the magazine for the boys.

“We fucking need that magazine, but maybe it’s better to wait till Bobby has time to come with us. For him, it’s safer to go in there.” Luke finally admits.

“So, no surprising Bobby with it then?” Alex asks sadly, he really wanted that magazine now.

Suddenly a man approaches them, holding a bag in his hand, he walks right up to them and stops in front of the little group. He looks at Luke as if he was the one stepping forward, pretty much stepping in front of the other two boys, like he expects the stranger approaching to attack them. James immediately takes a liking to him but tries not to smile too much in fear that it might look creepy instead of friendly.

“Sorry, but I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation.” James starts.

Back at the garage, Reggie finally opens the bag and exclaims loudly: “It's two magazines. He brought us more than one!”

"Two is actually perfect! This way Alex can have one and the one we gift to Bobby stays at the garage" Like proclaims.

"Wha- What? Why do I get to keep one?" Alex asks perplexed.

"I don't know man. Just thought you'd wanted it" Luke shrugs. Acting like it's no big deal.

"O-Okay”

“Now just back to the plan: how do we do this the best way? You know surprising Bobby with this?” Reggie interjects before Alex can argue about who gets to keep the spare. It would’ve been quite a silly discussion anyway, considering that three of them pretty much lived at Bobby’s, while Alex lived with his parents. They haven’t really thought this far ahead. Too caught up with how they will get the magazine they didn’t think about how to actually do the surprising bit. Trying to come up with an idea on the fly they are so taken up that they don’t even notice Bobby entering. Bobby literally has to shout to make them even notice him. He might’ve been annoyed at being ignored by the boys but just seeing them slowly turn around, looking quite busted is too funny to be annoyed. The magazines are visibly in their hands to see.

Reggie tries it with a "Surprise!?!" (Jazz Hands). Luke hits him lightly on the chest and Alex mutters an “Okay”. Confused and suspicious by the way his friends act Bobby asks, "What is going on here?", franticly looking around to see what his friends have done this time, not even noticing the magazines in their hands. Relived he sees that his guitar and the garage are both still intact.

"We wanted to surprise you with this, but I think we messed it up." Alex starts slowly turning the magazine so that Bobby can see it better. "We went out and brought the queer magazine with the Billy Joe interview." Bobby somehow thinks this to be even more stupid than anything he could’ve thought of.

"What the fuck, Alex?! What if your parents would have seen you? Or Luke's parents for that matter! Guys, that was just so stupid! And reckless! And to be honest dangerous! How could you-" But before Bobby got even more worked up about the roundabout about how they got the magazine, Luke stepped in and explained the whole thing to the stranger. This however did not calm down Bobby one bit.

"You just took something from a stranger? From a grown ass man? Are you mental?"

"Chill, it's not like we took candy from him!" Luke intervened again. Bobby just gave him an angry look but tried to calm down.

"Bobby, I get it if I think too much about it, I get freaked out about it as well! But it happened and now we have the magazine so let's be happy about that." Alex reasons.

"Oh, by the way, he knew of Sunset Curve!" Luke tells Bobby excitedly.

"Not to forget, he knew about Bobby as well!" Reggie adds happily as if there was absolutely nothing wrong with that statement.

"What the fuck? Can you please not make this even more creepy? How and why did he know about me?"

"Apparently if you fight for one of the Pansy Division guys you are known in a specific scene in L.A." Luke shrugs like it's no big deal and starts looking through the magazine he's holding. His attention spam not see any reason with this conversation anymore and was distracted by the newest thing in the room.

Alex sees that Bobby still thinks it's a big deal and tries to calm him down with "He seems generally nice and really wasn't weird at all so I wouldn't worry too much". Wouldn’t worry too much? Is this the same Alex that worries too much about most things? But weirdly that’s what calms Bobby down at the end, if Alex is not worried it should be fine. The drummer finally looks at the magazine, he’s been holding this whole time and notices at least five other articles he would really love to dive into, and he silently accepts to take one copy home so he can read it in peace without being distracted.

"Let’s start reading?" Reggie asks, implying that they would read the article together. Luke points at Alex and goes: "You read out loud from your copy, and Reg and I can follow along with this one.” Referring to how it’s easier for both of them to hear and read at the same time to process information.

"Yeah sure," Alex says and starts reading. The article starts immediately by mentioning Pansy Division. Right away there's a sentence that makes Alex stop for a second. "In coast-to-coast mosh pits, sweaty hetero teenagers with pierced nipples, eyebrows, and tongues slammed against the bodies of young gays and lesbians who look exactly like them." It seems silly but he always feared that he wouldn't fit in anymore, that this world just was not open for him. He didn't even think about the fact other queer people might have attended the concert as well. The thought makes him feel less alone. The article keeps going on about how the Green Day audience reacted to Pansy Division and that the reactions were mixed. It does not mention their show, or Bobby's interactions with Billie Joe, Jon, and Andrew. But it talks a lot about Pansy Division and how they are connected to Green Day. When it comes to the part where Billie Joe says Pansy Division is the kind of band that saves people's life Alex has to stop reading, feeling like he might start to cry and having trouble swallowing. Without saying much Bobby who has been reading over his shoulder takes over reading out loud.

Starting with Billie Joe Armstrong talking about being bisexual and having a hard time in school because of how sexuality and masculinity were perceived. When he reaches the part where Billie Joe talks about coming clean and how it is about coming out, Alex interjects with a "ha! I knew it" sounding really proud of himself, which Bobby only comments on by shaking his head, because duh! Bobby keeps reading and doesn't even notice how while he is reading about Billie Joe commenting on Kurt Cobain, an ex-girlfriend, and his HIV positive gay uncle, only Alex is really listening anymore.

As soon as he finishes, the drummer exclaims: "Wow there was a lot more than I expected."

"Yeah same" Bobby agrees, "I think I was expecting Billie Joe to not be straight, but I didn't think, and he would openly say it"

"I know exactly what you mean" Alex half screams, too excited to keep an indoor voice. It’s not just Luke who struggles with that sometimes. The two boys keep on gushing over the article, rereading and discussing every single detail. So caught up in their own excitement that they don't even realize that their two bandmates have gone completely quiet. After a few minutes Alex asks: "Luke what do you think about how subtle / not subtle the lyrics of coming clean are, now that we know know what the song is about?" Just now, after their lead singer doesn't answer the two notice just how quiet Luke and Reggie have become, when they look over, they see them sitting on the couch, looking lost.

"Luke? Reg? Are you alright?" Bobby asks them cautiously approaching like he's trying not to scare off a deer in the wild. They look at each other and then at Alex and Bobby and then back at each other. It seems like they're having a silent conversation that no one else can follow. Both looking stunned and confused. "Is it all a bit much? What do you need?" Alex asks a bit scared that this might be a breakdown, which is rare for the two and normally looks different, but you never know. Back comes an answer or actually more like a question from Luke: "You... You can still be bisexual even if you've never been with a dude?" It could be a simple "I don't quite get the concept" question but Alex felt like it was more. But before he can answer Bobby already does. "Yeah, I mean you can be straight without ever being with a girl, right? And not to be a meanie, but I'm pretty sure Alex never got with a boy. He is still our pure innocent Alex." He teases, but quickly adds "Not that being with a boy instead of a girl makes it less pure, I'm just talking about virginity in general!" After not receiving a verbal reaction Bobby really looks at the two boys on the couch and notices a matching look of realization on their faces. It seems like they just now have understood why you need air to survive.

“Okay, what am I missing here?” Bobby asks after noticing the knowing glint in Alex’s eyes, realizing he is the only one who’s not in the loop. He doesn’t get an answer though. Instead, Alex asks Luke and Reggie if they need a minute or if they further want to talk about it. Luke shakes his head as if he’s trying to get his thoughts in order and then looks up at Alex. “I think I might be bi.” Luke whispers so low that Bobby is sure he was not supposed to have heard it. He sees Alex smile at Luke, taking his hand and waiting for him to say more. Reggie suddenly stands up and climbs up the ladder to the ‘attic’. After a few seconds, Luke follows him. Bobby already has trouble reading social cues and is just overall overwhelmed with strong emotions, at least from anyone but Alex who he often can read like an open book. This is definitely out of his league. He knows something he wasn’t supposed to know and even though he technically knows it’s not his fault he can’t help but feel guilty. On top of that two of his best friends are upset, or at least emotionally distressed, and he can’t figure out what seems to be wrong because he doesn’t think being bisexual is something bad and he can’t imagine Reg and Luke thinking it is.

It will take Bobby 20 more years to realize what those feelings are like that Reggie and Luke are having at that moment. He will not understand how scary it can be to realize you’re not straight, not before he himself will find himself in a situation in which he will understand his feelings better. That the reason sex and relationships never felt right wasn’t that he was too damaged by his absent family and his friends dying, but because he was AroAce. But 20 years back in the old garage with his still alive friends, this was way out of his league, so he looked at Alex for help, who immediately saw the panic in his friend’s eyes and smiled at him reassuringly. “Just give them a minute.” Alex tells Bobby and then starts a conversation about the article again. Bobby thinks it’s so Luke and Reggie don’t think they might be listening.

"You want to stay here for the night?" Bobby asks Alex a few hours later after Reggie and Luke came back down again just to tell the rest of the band that they don’t want to talk about it right now and need to sleep it over. After that they didn’t talk much – Luke and Reggie both quietly reading each one of the magazines - and Bobby and Alex left them alone in the garage to get ready for the night after a while.

"Yeah, no, my parents will be more of a pain in the butt if I stay here without asking beforehand, than if I just come home too late." Alex answers but Bobby can tell he’d rather stay. He can’t help but wonder when they’re going to need a new mattress for the garage since Alex seems to dislike going home more and more each day. Alex could stay in the house though; he wouldn’t have to worry about him waking his grandma or destroying the house accidentally as Luke and Reggie would. Not that he doesn’t love them but his grandparent’s collection of antique vases and decorative plates just doesn’t mix well with their hyperactivity and slope to break things.

"Who would have thought we could get those two into quiet reading?"

"Apparently a sexuality crisis can do that to you"

"Yeah. Not how I expected the evening to go"

"Me neither. And to think but I was so scared of coming out."

"After the Green Day concert. Seems like this band has a thing coming out after Green Day things" They both laugh, the tension of the afternoon and evening eased a bit.

"Okay, I really got to get going. Is today a hugging day or nah?" Alex asks Bobby, knowing full well that some days are just no-touchy days for his friend.

"Don't tell the others but I think today is an ‘I'd like an Alex hug day’" Bobby admits sheepishly.

"And give up on those? I would never tell a single soul." Alex answers with a grin and pulls Bobby into a hug.

"I love you, Bobbers, don't you forget that" Bobby hides his face in Alex shoulder in mumbles something which Alex can't totally make out but it kind of sounds like a "I love you too asshead".

Alex barely remembers how he got back to Bobby’s later that night. Feeling hollow inside he lifts his right hand to ring the bell of Bobby’s grandparents’ house knowing full well that they’re not there and that the only one he’d be waking would be Bobby if his friend wasn’t awake already. Funny how his parents knew James's family. Funny how someone who knew them both saw them. Funny how there is absolutely nothing funny about it at all. He should’ve made something up. Hell, he should’ve let his parents believe that he brought drugs from James because that’s what they initially thought after the family friend told them about his interaction with the man. Alex just didn’t expect his parents to rather have him take or deal drugs than be gay. He should’ve known better. Fuck he should’ve known better. Shivering from the surprisingly cold rain he lifts his hand again to ring the bell a second time. He should’ve known better. Or he should’ve just lied. He should’ve said something about buying a porn magazine or anything that they’d need an adult for. But feeling high from the day he had with his friends, from finding out that he might not be the only non-straight member of Sunset Curve, he just felt rebellious or maybe he thought better of his parents than he should’ve. It pretty much didn’t matter now anyway what’s done is done. He was stupid enough to tell his parents he’s gay.

He came home late, and his parents were waiting for him, which was not uncommon when he arrived after curfew, but still, he should’ve realized something was up. Maybe then he would’ve been better prepared. Walking in, both his parents greeted him in the hallway, successfully blocking his way to the stairs. They looked angry but concerned as well. Probably the last time they’ll look at him with a concerned look, Alex thought bitterly to himself recoiling the last few hours. His parents confronted him about James, and he panicked. All he knew is that he really didn’t want anyone thinking he has anything to do with drugs and he really didn’t want to get James in trouble as well or Luke and Reggie for that matter. After spending the afternoon and evening talking so openly about being queer and reading so many articles on everything and reading about one of his idols talking about being attracted to men, he just forgot that this was something he was supposed to be ashamed of, that it was something he should hide, that it was something he shouldn’t tell people. He just forgot what his parents and their friends and their church thought about people like him. He was reckless and happy for a few hours too long and he just forgot.

Seeing how his parents reacted though made him believe that he will never in his life manage to forget it ever again. There are just a few things you will take with you forever and Alex was sure that not even death could make him unhear his mother’s shriek or his father’s grunted warning. They gave him the chance to say that he was lying, that he made an ill placed joke, that it was just his generation’s humour, but he couldn’t. He knew that even if he pretended that it was all a lie they would watch him with hawks’ eyes, that it wouldn’t just be like he never said anything. It was out there. He said it and he could never take back the words in a meaningful way. What’s done is done. For almost 5 hours he listened to his parents berating him before he snapped. In a haze he grabbed his biggest bag and put all his necessary items in it, telling them he moves out. Leaving probably way too much behind. But he just needed to leave. He just needed to get out immediately. He just knew he couldn’t stay there any second longer.

Not being able to take his parent's car anymore he just walked all the way to Bobby’s. It took him almost an hour, and halfway through it started raining which means all his schoolbooks are probably ruined but he couldn’t find it in himself to care anymore. Just as he was about to ring the bell a third time, while debating if he should go to the garage where Luke and Reggie would be sleeping even though he knew he needs Bobby right now, the door finally opens. It takes all of three seconds for Bobby to assess the situation. Without saying anything he pulls Alex into the house, forces the completely soaked overnight bag out of his cold hand and places it on the floor, as well as Alex's backpack. He gently guides Alex up the stairs into the main bathroom and turns on the showerhead, so the water has time to run hot. Bobby leaves his obviously distressed friend for just a second to get some dry clothes and towels for him.

“Come, Alex, you need to get out of the wet clothes” he addresses the drummer who was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, seemingly not noticing the return of his friend. Carefully Bobby peels the wet pink sweater off Alex who cooperates until Bobby tries to also peel off his t-shirt as well. He flinches and stares at Bobby as if he just noticed him then.

“Hey, it’s alright, we’re just going to get you into the shower, so you don’t freeze to death.” While speaking Bobby takes a step back and lifts his arms to look as non-threatening as possible. He stays there for a few seconds, hands in the air waiting for a reaction from his best friend.

“Do you want to talk about it maybe? I just thought we get you warm first, but if you want to talk…” he left the sentence open, waiting for any kind of response. Apparently, this was doing the trick. As if being slapped out of his stupor Alex shakes his head to get back into reality and actually looks at Bobby fully for the first time since he arrived at Bobby’s house that morning.

“Yeah. No. Shower” he mutters before he gets up and starts undressing. Bobby takes this as his cue to leave the bathroom, but he waits in front of the other side of the door listening, not trusting to leave Alex alone completely. As soon as he hears the water turning off again and the shower curtain being pulled aside Bobby leaves and gets into his room, not wanting Alex to know he’s been snooping in front of the door. A few seconds later Alex walks into his room, wearing Bobby’s clothes and drying his hair with a towel. When he sees Bobby sitting on his bed he halters in his movements, looks at Bobby for a second and then looks down.

“Thank you for the shower and the clothes and for not hating me” Alex mumbles to the floor, the last part barely audible and Bobby’s heart breaks that second. He feels like he knows quite well what might’ve happened, but he doesn’t want to push Alex. He doesn’t know what to say. Bobby is really bad at this, at people, at feelings and at talking and he is really confused as to why Alex would come to him instead of Luke or Reggie. Bobby just can't ever seem to say the right thing in any situation, but when you think that your friend’s religious parents might have found out about him being gay and kicked him out, what is there to say anyway? He can’t think of anything that could help. He feels overwhelmed but doesn’t want Alex to know that, so he just gestures to Alex to sit down next to him by tapping his hand there. Alex takes the nonverbal cure and sits down on the bed, as far away from Bobby as possible. Clearly, this was not enough to make Alex believe that Bobby does not hate him, so he tries to smile, “Come on doofus, the bed is big, but we don’t need to use the whole space,” he pulls on Alex's arm to make him scoot closer. “You know I’ll never hate you right? Don’t tell the others, but you’re my favourite.”

This makes Alex smile slightly, “I’m only your favourite because the others sometimes forget to not touch you on no-touch-days” he says, but still oblies to Bobby pulling on his arm by crawling up the bed to sit next to Bobby. He even lets the shorter boy fully koala hug him. After a few seconds, he feels himself relaxing into the hug and with the stress leaving his body he feels the tears come up again. Gripping at Bobby’s arm that is wrapped around his chest he starts sobbing again, trying to keep it quiet even though Bobby can clearly feel his sobs as close as he is. “They know,” Alex tells his friend, by Bobby squeezing him slightly in response he knows that he doesn’t have to say more. This is why he needed Bobby because he didn’t want to talk about it. And the others would’ve asked more questions, telling him that he has to talk about it. They are right but right now he doesn’t want to talk, he just wants to be held. He scoots down a bit and lays his head on his friend’s chest. His friend, who didn’t hate him for being gay, even though his parents do. Even though a lot of people do. But not his friends. At least not his friends. And maybe not his favourite band. So, there was that.

All four of them miss school that day. After Bobby didn’t come downstairs in time for school a few hours later Reggie and Luke went looking for him in the main house. They found Alex and Bobby still sitting on the bed. Alex has fallen asleep in his friend’s arms, but Bobby looked up when the other two entered. Seeing Bobby with tears in his eyes holding the sleeping Alex they immediately knew what had happened, so maybe Alex was wrong thinking he has to explain, maybe he was wrong thinking he was the only one who was scared of this happening.

And Bobby actually gets to meet James. He'll meet James two times. First time after a Sunset Curve concert in April of the same year, where he finds out why James decided to buy the boys the magazines and where James and Alex shared their "getting kicked out stories".

"I was lucky, I guess. At least I was 18." James had said to Alex.

Alex scoffed at that: "Are you trying to tell me that at 18 you have so much more figured out than at 16?"

James laughed at this "Yeah no. I think I've been saying that a lot when I actually thought that you're grown up with 18 and now I'm just used to saying it. But you are right 18-year-olds are definitely not grownups."

The second and last time he met James was at a gay bar in August 1995. He didn't know what else to turn to. From talks he had with gay people after their concerts he realized that he could find a lot of people understanding survivor guilt at a club like this. People who didn't go through the same thing but something similar enough for him to not feel so goddamn alone. James found him drinking at the bar knowing damn well that Bobby was way too young for it. As soon as Bobby saw him, he started sobbing. Crying in the arms of a practical stranger Bobby has been repeating the words "They're dead" and "I didn't save them" over and over again until he almost passed out with exhaustion from not sleeping, grieving and the immense guilt that was crushing him. So yeah, James got himself into a way deeper mess than he expected when he was first listening in on those boys talking on a streetcorner, but he was actually really glad to have been there that night and to know Bobby because he was the one who managed to get the boy home safely.

#hiv aids crisis #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms fanfic #jatp fanfic #sunset curve #bobby shaw #bobby shaw protection club #alex mercer #alex parents are homophobic #asexual bobby shaw #aro ace bobby

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that90sghostband · 1 year

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JATP Fic Masterlist

The Great Babysitting Disaster (Luke/Bobby): Luke's first time babysitting Carrie ends with a trip to

Alibi (Juke): Julie is struggling with her mother's death and Luke is doing his best to be there for her.

#masterlist #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 link #julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie and the phantoms fanfiction #jatp fic #julie and the phantoms fanfic #julie and the fantoms fic #jatp fanfiction #jatp fanfic #luke patterson #julie molina #bobby shaw #bobby wilson #luke/bobby #juke

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Y/N And The Phantoms: The Characters

Clint Barton, 20s, singer & guitarist in Sunset Curve, died in 1995.

Scott Lang, 20s, bassist of Sunset Curve, died in 1995.

Steve Rogers, 20s, drummer of Sunset Curve, died in 1995.

Y/N L/N, 20s, singer & pianist, currently a soloist, alive (modern day).

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #marvel #the avengers #the avengers au #marvel au #marvel x reader #the avengers x reader #clint barton x reader #scott lang #steve rogers #clint barton #ant man #hawkeye #captain america #julie and the phantoms fanfic #marvel fanfic

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michelangelinden · 1 year

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14 and 77 - 💕kay

HELLO! that was a very quick response <3

14. Dear Maria Count Me In - All Time Low

(funfact, this was my #1 song last year)

Okay so I see this as Juke, but I'm only taking a couple lines from the lyrics and out of context, because uh apparently he's singing about a stripper, I didn't know that until a couple minutes ago rip.

So I'm going with Julie being a musician, kinda famous, has a fanbase. Luke goes to one of her shows on a whim because he heard there was something going on at his favourite venue or something. And then he sees her perform on stage and absolutely falls in love. The crowd is in love with her too, so Luke just falls right in line with the rest when he calls her name up at her, but hopes that she can hear him too.

He probably goes to more shows until he's confident enough to approach her after one, they get to talking, they fall in love, easy peasy.

77. Zeitgenosse [that's like an Old Chill Guy] - [my dad's band]

(my dad and I share my spotify and he only ever listens to his own band, and they're old men singing about old men things, but it's kinda fun)

So this song is about a guy (and old man) who's living a very mundane life, but wants to go do something crazy, like go on a road trip around the world, or go to a protest like he did in his youth, or meet up with his old friends to make music again.

I'm thinking Sunset Curve survive AU, many years into the future, where they were kinda famous but not that big for whatever reason, and they split up in their thirties maybe and kinda drifted apart. Either Luke or Bobby's perspective, they're in their fourties, maybe older, and thinking back to the old times, how simple their life is now and how exciting it was back then. So before he just goes to sit down on his couch again he finally calls up the other boys to meet up for a jam session, a bit nervous about how they'd react. But when they finally meet, it's like no time has passed, they're older of course, but their conversations and banter are the same and they play music just as smoothly together. It doesn't take long for their Sunset Curve Reunited Album comes out.

Thank you for these! They were great! Love youu! <33

Send me a number and I'll tell you what fic I'd write based on a song from my spotify wrapped playlist!

#spotify wrapped ask games my beloved #julie and the phantoms fanfic #julie and the phantoms #sunset curve #juke #linden writes stuff

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jessieallyne · 2 years

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So… I added and changed some things.. I’m so much happier with this fic!

Hoping it’s broken my writer’s block 🙌🏻

#juke #soulmates #stupid writers block #julie and the phantoms fanfic

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jmrothwell · 9 months

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willex: "Trust me, you'll absolutely love it."

Alex’s voice was soft, as he laughed, but it did nothing to calm Willie’s nerves down.

He chuckled nervously, and kept his fingers wrapped tight around Alex’s hand on his shoulder. It’s not that he didn’t love surprises but he could do without the blindfold, which was making him unexpectedly more nervous than he’d initially anticipated it would.

“You know I trust you, hot dog, but how much longer do I have to wear this thing?”

“Don’t worry, we’re almost there.” Alex said as he pressed a kiss to his cheek.

(Send me a ship and a sentence, I'll write the next five)

#round robin writing #willex #julie and the phantoms fanfic

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presleyanswrites · 16 days

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Join The Dream

alive!luke patterson x girlbestfriend!reader

a/n: not requested, back after 4 months!

desc luke didnt know you could sing after years of being your best friend

wc - 1.8k

warnings slight cursing, fluff, grammar, not proof read

the door krept open as you got home from school, tossing your grey messy laced converse off of your ankles and sludging your backpack off one of your shoulders and onto the floor.

it was 4:09 pm, you had nothing to do besides an english paper. but that could be done later.

you walk across the kitchen to sit on top of the counter, your nike women's dry-fit socks dangling as you thought about something, anything to do.

reggie and alex were out making flyers for their upcoming band gig on friday, while your best friend luke was probably somewhere in your guest house messing with your dads old music equipment and speakers you had gotten out of some dusty boxes for him a few weeks ago.

what was there to do?

you make a raspberry with your lips.

laundry...done. homework..ish, done. rooms clean...dad didn't get home until 10...

you stare at your mom's piano in the crevice of a large indent in a wall as you hear the air conditioner buzz softly.

the house was dead silent. no one was home.

for some reason, your hands begin to shake and your throat closes up staring at the white keys and grand black figure just sitting feet away, almost feeling like an old friend waiting for you to come back to it again.

after years.

this was the longest you had ever beared to look at it before.

the blank truth was you had completely disregarded the thought of ever playing any musical instrument ever again after your mom had died of cancer four years ago.

especially the piano. especially singing.

it was all the things you and your mom had cherished with each other. everytime you tried to even look at it. all that could replay in the back of your mind was your five-year-old self playing and singing along to "i love you baby", with your mother and you giggling with her.

what was so wrong about it? that you couldn't have that same feeling anymore? you didn't know.

it just hurt. all of it did.

over the years you had become slightly jealous of luke, reggie, and alex for being able to enjoy music like it was a second nature. maybe thats because it used to be yours, too, and your love for music had been taken away. and you felt like you could never get it back.

luke never knew about your passion for music. neither did alex, or reggie. sure, luke had watched you play with your mom as a kid but he never knew that you had the same thriving passion of music that made you feel alive like he did also.

everytime he tried to get you to sing along to one of the songs he had wrote with reggie you just shrugged it off, letting them sing.

because when your mom died, music died too.

in fact, luke had never heard you sing before. not even in the car, the shower, nothing.

but would this be what your mother had wanted? never even singing on the radio just because of memories?

if you were honest, you hadn't been the same person when you gave up music. If you were even more honest, you felt a hole without it.

you decided to get off the counter and slowly creep over to just....look.

not play, of course, no.

just...looking.

just...sitting down at your mom's favorite stool..

just..looking at the keys..

just..feeling them..

breathing...

you flinch when you accidentally hit a note with your finger.

your heart immediately starts pumping and you feel your stomach sink.

technically, you did just...play.

so, technically, accidentally, you could just play another...

on purpose, this time, you press a note, taking in the sound of a piano again like it was something completely new.

again, maybe? just once.

you start to play a few chords, trying to dig back in your brain four years.

you remember of a song called "forever", written by you. when you were 14. a month before your mom passed.

after playing the chords a few times, it comes flooding back to you like a sudden tidal wave.

you start playing them in order, now, and start singing your lyrics.

tears fall down your cheeks and onto the keys as you play the whole song through, singing the chorus, the verse..

you lean back slightly, holding your hands to your chest with a sniffle.

you wipe your eyes, but then jump at the sudden touch of a hand on your shoulder.

you whip your head around, quickly backing away from the stool.

"what the hell!" you gasp, but then realize who it was.

it was luke standing in front of you, now. his expression completely shocked.

it was silent, the only sounds was you trying to catch your breath.

his mouth was practically on the floor.

"y/n l/n."

you swallow, "yeah."

"what the fu-"

you cut him off, and play dumb, "what? i was just-"

you turn your head slightly to look at the piano behind you and then back to him.

"i was just like, messing around, i dunno, it was like- something i came up with..like..uhm..."

"i-i have so many questions." he scoffs, "first, okay? why in the honey bunches of fuck did you never tell me you could...you could..sing like that?"

you take a breath to answer, but he keeps going.

"two." he puts his hands to the back of his head, "since when could you play the piano? what song was that? was it yours? your moms? is this why you've never sang before? why-"

"luke, it-its complicated. i-" you take a breath out and shake your head, "i wrote it when i was 14. secretly. kind of before my mom died."

"why didn't you tell me you could write music?" he almost sounds offended.

"i dont know-- at the time you hadn't even started your band with reggie and alex yet, and that was like..your thing, and i just couldn't handle doing music again!" tears filled the bottom of your eyes as you tried to explain.

he steps towards you, wrapping his strong arms around you, caressing the back of your head as he holds it so his chest, stroking it with his thumb gently.

"shhh, sh. you don't have to explain anymore." his voice is gentle and warm. "i get it. but, music isn't something i own, okay? i wish you would have told me earlier, and i dont know how i didnt notice this before."

a sob accidentally escapes into his chest, and luke feels his heart slowly sink into the floor. he was a tough guy, but he would always let his guard down for you.

he rubs your back in comforting circles, "its okay, yeah? this is a good thing. its a great thing."

he tucks your hair behind your ear, looking down at you as you look up at him with swollen eyes and a slightly runny nose, luke speaking to you in a low and comforting voice. "you are so beyond talented. You know what im thinking?"

you shake your head softly, with a small sniffle.

"you need to be our singer for the band." he looks at you and titls his head like he already knows what you're going to say. "n' before you say no, think about it. you could do it in honor of your mom? y/n, look at you. you have crazy chemistry with a song you haven't even tried playing in years. you could play your keyboard? its waiting for you in the guest house. It would be practically wasting this amazing gift you have. and i cant let you do that. you know it, too."

"luke-" you almost whimper from the thought of playing music...all of the time. not just when you had sudden courage, like..all the time.

"please." he begs, "you dont have to decide or anything right now...just..think about it?" he looks down at you with those same eyes. "for me?" he bites his lower lip with a small smile.

"fine." you barely say. he almost jumps from excitement and hisses in victory before putting his hands on your shoulders and looks at you in the eyes. "you wont regret it."

"luke, what if-" you stop. "what if i fail? like, im not as good as i used to be? i havent even tried writing songs again-"

"from what i heard today? the like, one minute of you just...singing, and playing, was-- like, crazy good and thats more than what regs and alex and i could ever even dream of." he smiles, his dimples peaking out like a deer in headlights, "it would be totally awesome if you could join our band. Like an honor."

as you look at him speak you bite your lips nervously, and let out a shaky "okay."

he towers over you, taking a step closer and looking in both of your eyes, you could feel his warm breath dripping down your neck.

there was a silence as you look into both of his eyes back, smiling back slightly

"there's that smile."

he leans in slightly, you breathing out, and then looking down as your tone becomes quieter.

"we shouldn't do this." you whisper.

he makes you look at him by putting his finger under your chin.

"we definitely shouldn't do this." he breathes, trying not to smile.

"definitely." you say, him matching your expression.

"definitely." his breath catches in the air.

your lips meet his as he gently backs you into a wall, picking your legs up and holding them with his palms up like a feather.

you feel his warm lips lock against yours over and over.

"y/n," he takes a breath out, finally pulling away making a small click sound from your lips seperating.

"yeah?" you gasp for air.

"i love you." he chokes on his words, "i know its soon. i know. you dont have to say it back." he swallows. "i just thought you should know. n' like - its totally cool if-"

"i love you too, luke."

his eyes meet yours again, this time his eyebrows slightly furrowed, "for real?" a smile quickly creeps up on his face.

you gently nod your head as he kisses your lips again once more.

"i-i dont know its like- when i saw you playing, and- it was just-" he pauses, laughing and shaking his head.

"you're so talented. so real. like, down to it, real."

he looks at you with his soft eyes, kissing your forehead.

"your hole's filled now, y/n."

your eyes widen in surpise, "how did you--"

he rolls his eyes and tuts, "cm'on, seriously? i know you better than you know you."

a little smile appears on your face. it really was him all along. he knew after you played again you got the spark in your eyes back that you had when you met him and you were now the same girl he fell in love with all over again since he was ten.

he runs his thumb over your jaw. "that spark, right here?" he puts his hand off your chin and presses a fist gently to your rib. "right there."

"you're back."

you giggle softly, "im back."

divider creds to @benkeibear my nav ★

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