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in this house we stand for the national anthem (alex's stand tall solo) 🩷
luke | reggie | julie | the whole gang | stickers! | prints! | keychains!
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julieandthe-stan-toms · 3 months
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Let's discuss how My Life With the Walter Boys has received a season 2 already, BUT JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS NEVER GOT RENEWED.
Okay @netflix, you do you.
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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.
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“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.”
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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.
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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.
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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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moonlit-typewriter · 1 year
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Not Ready To Make Nice by The Chicks is an Alex song and I would like to talk about it.
The whole song is, in my opinion, a perfect way of talking about Alex's experience with coming out, specifically the reaction he supposedly got from his parents.
Kenny Ortega has said that Alex is a proud gay man. He has no regrets about coming out, he knows who he is and he would never feel ashamed of it. This is why I love NRTMN for him.
Let's go through some of the lyrics real quick:
Forgive, sounds good Forget, I’m not sure I could They say time heals everything But I’m still waiting
First stanza, first verse. I personally think that Alex is a "be the bigger person" type, a "sure whatever it's fine" type. But with this, it's a little different. He shakes it off, sure; he doesn't let the things his parents said get in the way of being proud of who he is. But their words always stick with him. Even after he dies and 25 years pass, the words still hurt, there's no question to that. He can move past the things they said when he shared this huge part of himself with them, but he's never going forget it, no matter how many years pass.
I’m through with doubt There’s nothing left for me to figure out I’ve paid a price And I’ll keep paying
Second stanza, first verse. It's exactly how the song puts it. Alex has no doubt in his mind about his identity. There's nothing for him to "contemplate", no way that it's "just a phase", nothing else aside from complete confidence in who he is. He did pay a price for it though, it cost him his relationship with his parents and most likely a lot of other people who were in his life until that point. But if that's what it's going to cost for him to live life to his truest, he's willing to give it all up. He has a chosen family who loves and supports him and that's all he needs.
I’m not ready to make nice I’m not ready to back down I’m still mad as hell and I don’t have time to go round and round and round It’s too late to make it right I probably wouldn’t if I could ‘Cause I’m mad as hell Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should
Chorus. Do I believe Alex safeguards his emotions??? Absolutely. Do I think it makes logical sense for him to be genuinely angry at his parents for not accepting him??? Absolutely. And it's not just his parents it's their friends and their church and people at school. Alex is mad at them for being able to destroy a [x] years relationship over loving someone differently. He's angry that his parents and the church for being so hypocritical as to tell him they'd love him unconditionally only to scorn him on a dime. But despite all this, he's not backing down. He's proud of who he is, and always will be, and he's not going to waste his time trying to win back the ones who cast him out. And he's not going to debate the issue either. So many times, his parents listed reasons why being gay was a sin or wrong and tried to convince him to retract his words but he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of playing into it. He's got things to do, and a life to live and he doesn't need to go around in circles.
And now, now it's too late to change anything. Alex is dead, and his parents never have to see him again. But even so, if they're not going to accept him, if they weren't willing to support him during such a difficult time in his life, then they're not worth it. So he wouldn't try and make it right. They showed their true colors when it mattered and it told him everything.
So he is mad. Mad at the way everything went down but not mad at himself and so he's not going to apologize to them. He didn't do anything wrong. He's not going to try and make amends with them if it means he has to be anything less than his whole self, no matter how many people say things like "Oh but they're your parents" or "don't you think you're overreacting???"
I know you said Can’t you just get over it It turned my whole world around And I kind of like it
Second verse. I have a hc that the Mercers were this almost nuclear family, a picture-perfect group. So when news of their son's "confession" started to spread, people probably sought Alex out. Even if they weren't outwardly hateful, they'd tell him how much he was "breaking his mother's heart" or that he should "bring it up with the pastor, he'll help set things right", etc. Most people, especially adults, sided with his parents. They refused to understand why Alex was "making such a big deal about it". But the guys do, they not only understand Alex's anger, but they're also angry for him. This is their best friend, their brother.
As for the last 2 lines, Alex coming out completely changed things. Even if he wasn't actually kicked out, his parents rarely spoke to him, barely even looked at him anymore; he was a stranger in his own home. But it also changed his life in so many other ways that made all that worth it. He got to be himself. He didn't have to hide who he was anymore, he had people in his life who truly loved him, and he was getting to live his dreams as a drummer and a person. So while it did hurt, the way his relationship with his family and his church crumbled, he loved everything else that resulted from it.
I made my bed and I sleep like a baby With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’ It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger And how in the world can the words that I said Send somebody so over the edge That they’d write me a letter Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing Or my life will be over
Bridge. THIS ONE FUCKING HITS. There's so much to unpack in just these lines. First of all, again, Kenny Ortega confirmed that Alex isn't ashamed of his identity, he doesn't regret coming out. He's making his own path to living life the way he wants and he's content with that. But with the part that starts on the 3rd line, Alex isn't just expressing his anger at his parents, he's expressing it for the world in which he lives where homophobia is a rampant thing. He cannot fathom how just a few words could make someone who doesn't know him very well - maybe who doesn't even know him at all - decide that he is less than they are. What kind of parents will teach their kids, especially the ones from his church, who constantly preach that G-d loves everyone, that there are people who deserve to be treated like less than dirt because of who they love. To Alex, his being gay doesn't affect anyone but himself, but other people choose to take it personally. What happens when people find out and it starts affecting the band??? When people tell him that, as a musician, his job isn't to "cause trouble" or "be political." Honestly, some of them care less about him being gay and more about him being open about it. They tell him "you're an entertainer. That's your job. That's it. So you either shut up about all of this gay stuff and you play your music, or else."
Imagine that he pretends it doesn't bother him. He just clenches his jaw and keeps moving forward but sometimes, especially when no one else is around, he just breaks down. Because he just doesn't understand why people take such offense to who he is. Why do they say such heinous things to a person they've never sat down with???
So no, he's Not Ready To Make Nice to those who were never nice to him in the first place. He has no obligation to his parents, who decided that his love for men instead of women was enough to throw away 17 years of life before that. The parents who told him they loved him but forgot to tell him that that love was contingent. That it has strings attached to it and those strings could be cut with 2 simple words. And he has no obligation to the people who never really knew him, whether they were the people at church, the ones at school, or the strangers he'd never met.
He was never ashamed of who he was, but that doesn't mean that he was never hurt by who other people turned out to be.
Congrats and many thanks if you actually read this far. Love ya <3
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gothemcityshipper · 2 years
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List of songs I need Willex animatics to right now:
- Enchanted by Taylor Swift
- Somewhere Only We Know by Darren Criss
- Had Me @ Hello by Luke Benward
- Fearless by Taylor Swift
- Alone Together by Fall Out Boy
Please add more if you have any / Link your favorite Willex animatics
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immabitqueer · 2 years
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Alex's parents were southern baptists, I can feel it in my bones
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gay · 1 month
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ALEX MERCER in JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS
Well, you know what else is so '90s? Being rude. Alright? Get woke. These are sensitive times.
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galentir · 5 months
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Happy Halloween from three friendly night creatures! 🐺🦇👻
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missescara-23 · 8 months
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Rewatched ‘Julie and the Phantoms’ this week , it’s just as good the 88482838292th time through, can’t believe I’ve ever made art for it before but here ya go .- my tribute to Madison Reyes and her phantoms beautiful voices👻💖😘
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thesunwillart · 8 months
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one downside of going to the movies as a ghost: no popcorn :(
(reggie is very sad about this)
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justxfolio · 4 months
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oh…we were robbed 💔
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psychicpinenut · 4 months
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luke + his crush on julie showing
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I turned on JATP, and Netflix had a warning for fear. I was like shut up Netflix. The only fear I have to worry about while watching this show is falling in love with a 90's ghost band.
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theamd426 · 2 years
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I may or may not be working on a third fic where Reggie is a foster care and ends up getting adopted by Ray Molina… please send help, but also here’s an excerpt that I wrote this afternoon.
“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 Ed and Louise would sign the permission form.”
“Who says they have 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 parents’ signature?”
“I don’t know,” Reggie said, shrugging his shoulders. “Worst case scenario, they kick 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.”
“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.”
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sunongsas · 3 months
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They must have run out of time...They didn't cross over. They're gone. And I didn't even get to say goodbye.
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forbescaroline · 3 months
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235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 96. alex mercer and willie - julie and the phantoms
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