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caramelcal · 3 years

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Two Worlds Collide

In which ghosts are known, and there is a deep rooted rivalry between them and lifers.

Ship: Ghost!Luke x Alive!Reader

Warnings: This talks about deep-rooted rivalry and segregation.

If this is good though, should I start a taglist?

Luke Patterson Tag: @rachmmb @phantompogues

also, i started up a wattpad “rosemoonmist” if you could give that some love, i would be so grateful <3

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Night had long since fallen on the town, stars twinkly bright in the sky overhead, a soft breeze passing by that moved your hair ever so slightly. Your knees were up against your chest, chin leaning on them with your arms wrapped around them, trying to stay small to keep your body heat in. You sat in the shadows, on a random balcony at the top of the building, overlooking the town you had lived in your entire life.

The buildings on the side you were on were dingy and dull, high built buildings that were not pretty, and instead built for housing people. Your eyes drifted over to the other side of town, where luxurious houses stood, plants that were well cared for, streets that were free of trash. It angered you, that for simply being alive you had to live in such poor conditions, that you were looked down on by ghosts. You were forced into dingy housing, old and ripped clothes, just because they were untouchable.

It wasn't always like this, not until Caleb Covington took over. Ghosts and lifers used to work together, but when Caleb took over he created a barrier, made ghosts feel that they were superior to lifers and now you were stuck into this life. It sucked too, because Caleb somehow managed to make it so that he controlled who became a ghost, and so far, it was becoming more of an exclusive club that free choice.

It was illegal to pass over to their side of the town, because apparently lifers shouldn’t be allowed to walk on their soil unless they wanted you to, yet they could roam free here. Not that they would want to, this side of the town was a train wreck.

When you were a child, you didn’t understand why they would ever separate from each other, especially when they worked together only years before you were born. All the lifers were scared, what you didn’t know at that point was why. There were all these new rules implemented, and lifers couldn’t fight against them, not when everything was against them. The legal system was overrun with ghosts, from police officers to lawyers; everything.

Life was awful, for those with a heartbeat anyway, and life only seemed to get worse as the years got on. Slowly, ghosts and lifers could no longer go to the same school, then you couldn’t talk to each other, and it slowly got worse until any lifer that didn’t do what a ghost wanted was punished, severely.

You had only ever seen ghosts passing, and some nasty things that they did to lifers, but you tended to stay out of their business. You had never crossed over to their side of town, and you knew it was extremely dangerous to do so; you would get caught out, you knew that. Maye that’s why you hadn’t done so yet...

Luke knew that he shouldn’t have been on the other side of town, but he often found himself drawn to lifers. He wasn’t sure why honestly, they just seemed a lot more fun than the other ghosts. Ghosts were entitled and thought they were all better than each other. But Luke? He just wanted someone to hang out with. Sure, Alex, Reggie, and Bobby were cool, but he was used to them, he wanted to meet someone new, and the lifers were a lot more interesting than the other ghosts.

Maybe that’s why he found himself on the rooftop above the balcony you were on, feet dangling over the edge. You remained scarily silent, hoping that whoever it was would eventually go away, and you wouldn’t get in trouble for being on a random person’s balcony. However, it seemed that the person knew you were there, “Are you coming to join me or what?”

Silently, you found yourself climbing up the metal ladder and joining him on the balcony, awkwardly shifting to sit next to him, yet still staying several feet away. Your eyes caught onto him, the hood of his jumper sitting over his head and blocking his face from view.

You can tell a lot about the people from the way they’re dressed, that’s something you had been taught from a young age. You were taught to be able to notice ghosts straight off the bat, so you knew who to talk to and who not to. He wasn’t dressed as elegantly as ghosts were, and the number of layers he was wearing was a clear indication that he was a lifer. Lifers wore layers to combat the cold weather, weather that ghosts were easily protected from with their built-in heating systems in their houses and cars, and their weird powers that seemed to combat harsh conditions.

“Sorry uh- I didn’t mean to intrude on your house I was just trying to get some peace and quiet,” You said, biting your lip as you turned back towards the night sky. Your legs dangled over the edge of the roof, shoelaces undone with your hands gripping on the edge of the building. It wasn’t the most comfortable seat, but it definitely did have the best view and you could tell exactly why this person sat up here.

A soft chuckle sounded from beside you, bringing a small and almost unnoticeable grin onto your face before he spoke, “It’s fine, I don’t live here either.”

“That’s great,” You replied, looking back over to the boy beside you who’s eyes remained on the landscape in front of you, “at least if we get caught, we’ll get caught together, right? Plus I don’t think they’ll care all too much.”

“Probably not,” The boy agreed, nodding his head before you both fell back into silence.

You found yourself often up on the rooftops of buildings that were near the ghost side of town, peering over and looking at their perfect little houses and picturing what could have been. How perfect your life could have been if you were a ghost, how much easier it would be. Ghosts didn’t even need to eat, yet they constantly had any food that they could have ever wanted simply for the pleasure of eating, whilst lifers were starving. It was crazy, yet it was how life unfairly worked.

Despite finding peace in fantasizing of another life alone, at that moment, with the boy beside you, you found peace in his company. You didn’t find yourself talking to others often, so the fact that you were sitting with a boy in your ‘escape place’ should have felt invasive, but you didn’t mind it.

“What are you doing up here anyway?” You asked, trying your best to start up a conversation with the boy beside you, turning your attention towards him, “I’m normally the only one up here.”

“I’ve never been up here before. It has a nice view though, I might start coming here more often.”

His eyes were on the ghost side of town as he said that, and you couldn’t help but nod as your eyes went back towards there too, “Yeah, it does have a nice view. Too bad we have to view it from this side of town, huh?”

He glanced over to you nervously, gulping slightly but you never realized, your eyes still on the scenery. Your hair is slightly messy, yet it’s still pretty, layers of clothes on to protect you from the cold of the night. In Luke’s hesitation, he figures out exactly who you think he is; a lifer.

“Yeah, those ghosts are really lucky,” He replied, his voice battling out the nervousness. He doesn’t know why he felt compelled to lie, but he knew that if you knew he was a ghost you would not be talking to him right now.

“Lucky is an understatement. Imagine living in one of those big houses, where you didn’t have to worry about being hungry. Bastards don’t even need to eat, but they have more food than any of us ever will,” You snorted lightly, but Luke can tell from your voice that you think it’s unfair. He frowned a little whilst he thinks about it, what you said is true, he knows that a lot of lifers have it bad, but just hearing about it from a lifer makes him sad. When you don’t get a reply from Luke, you sigh lightly, “Sorry, I don’t really think that’s what you want to be talking about when we first meet.”

“Nah it’s alright, you seem chill,” Luke sent you a smile and you smiled back. You could hardly see his face, the shadow from his hoodie’s hood covering the majority of his it, but you could see his mouth, and the smile he was giving you.

“Well,” You started, moving your legs up to the rooftop before standing up. You face towards the boy, holding up to fingers, and playfully salute him, “I need to get going, I’ll see you later, rooftop boy.”

Somehow, by the time Luke tried to look back at you, you were gone. It was like you disappeared from thin air but he knew you didn’t poof out as he could. He could hear the heartbeat in your chest, one that very clearly showed that you were a lifer.

It’s moments afterward when he realized he didn’t even catch your name, but it makes him even more curious about you. Right from the get-go, he had been taught that as a ghost he was better than the lifers, but you seemed interesting. You were the first lifer he had ever gotten to talk to, and you seemed interesting.

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to come back to the rooftop tomorrow...

#luke julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms #charlie gillespie x reader #julie and the phantoms x reader #julie and the phantoms luke #luke patterson #charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x y/n #jatp #luke patterson x reader #luke jatp #luke patterson x y/n

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general-multi-fandom-chaos · 3 years

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I think about the whole "So listen to the words a wise man said, he said, "Covington, I got an offer that you can't refuse" line a lot and how that means the Caleb was also recruited into the HGC and is probably not as evil as we think he is, so here's my half baked theory,

(i've been searching for like an hour for one specific post about this but i can't find it so i'm just gonna wing this)

We know this line means Caleb was recruited in a similar way the boys were. Now I was thinking about how Alex was the first one to sort of give in to Caleb in You Got Nothing to Lose. Obviously this was because his love (?) for Willie, so here's my pitch. What is Caleb was in the same position Alex was? From what I've seen we all agree Caleb is a raging homosexual (as he should be) So what if Caleb was just a new ghost like Alex? Following his boyfriend into a ghost club to try and get back at an old rival maybe. What if he too was given the offer to join the club and refused? What if this "wise man" had a hold on Caleb's boyfriend the way Caleb has a hold on Willie? And what if this man was even worse than Caleb and destroyed this boy's soul to get Caleb to come to the club? Without a band and a, well, Julie, Caleb wouldn't have anywhere to go besides the club after that. I mean we don't know enough about Caleb to truly know what got him to join the club, maybe he truly did accept the offer without hesitation, or maybe he's only become such a bastard due to years of growing anger and hurt. Waiting for the perfect moment to take another new gay ghost under his wing but being too manipulative and generally terrible and angry to do so healthily. Maybe that's why he took in Willie and treated Alex the way he did in The Other Side of Hollywood.

That's it, I will be thinking about Caleb and his potential double deceased ghost boyfriend forever.

#caleb covington #alex mercer #willie jatp #willex #please give caleb backstory 2021 #i just want cheyenne jackson content dear god #julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie and the himbos

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between-two-fandoms · 3 years

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For One More Night

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CW: Themes of implied child abuse, implied past self harm, heavy angst, caleb covington being his usual bastard self.

For: @williexmercer

Willie sits on his bed, his small room backstage adjacent to the hallway connecting to the club’s performance space. He didn’t want to risk running into Alex anymore, not after what he did. Not after what... what he said to Alex. We never should have met. God, he was the worst person to ever exist in the history of ever.

But Caleb was right, about this at least. No one could ever be capable of loving someone as awful as him. Someone who betrays friends he just met, betrays his... his crush. Willie whines and reaches up to tug at the roots of his hair. He tugs his knees to his chest, scooting so his back is pressed against the cold brick wall. His room at the club was a little bit bigger than the rest, Caleb calls it a reward for his good behavior all these years but Willie just knows it’s position so he could keep an eye on him.

Why does heartbreak have to hurt so much?

Another whine, a little louder this time, escapes his mouth and he wraps his arms around his legs, holding them close to his chest. A jolt wrecks his body and he falls to his side shaking, trying to process the pain in his heart, in his soul. Like a knife had been twisted and stabbed between his ribcage. “Willie?” Not Alex asks after appearing in his line of vision.

Using Alex against him was a low blow, but Caleb had stooped lower than this before. He takes a shuddering breath and closes his eyes tightly. It’ll hurt less if he doesn’t have to see this version of Alex, this wicked version created by Caleb’s shadows and cooked up in his steel cauldron of nightmares. “Willie look at me, please.” Alex says, his voice sounds broken. He sounds really fucking sad and Caleb - Caleb’s imitations never get sad. They get angry at him instead.

“Leave me alone,” Willie hissed as he curls into himself tighter. He covers his ears with the palm of his hands and he rocks on the bed, squeezing his eyes shut to block out the rest of the world. “Leave me alone!” Willie says again, this time it comes out sounding like a whine, something high pitched and animalistic as he curls up on his bed facing the wall. If he doesn’t engage maybe Caleb will take mercy on him, just this once. “You don’t get to use him. Not him.” Willie sounded hoarse, pain and sorrow when his shattered voice filled the air. Maybe he knows how much he loved Alex, how much it hurt him to push him away. To protect him, protect him from himself. To protect Alex from the monster he is under the harmless skater boy persona he’s built around himself to lure ghosts into the club.

To lure Alex into the club.

Alex can’t be here. He can’t be at the club. Willie broke it off before it even started. He has to keep Alex safe Alex who will never love him how he wants. Alex who would never kiss him or hug him ever again because Willie sold his family out to Caleb. Why would Alex come back for him? If he had his own brothers to look out for first.

Even if Alex came back (which would’ve been a stupid decision to begin with) he wouldn’t know where to find his room, only Caleb knows where his real room is. Well, Caleb and - “Dante and Fuego told me where to find you,” when Alex speaks his voice is soft and careful. The bed behind Willie dips and he assumes the Not Alex sat down on the mattress. Willie tenses even more - Caleb has a thing about denying him touch. Especially on days like this, when he’s being punished for something he isn’t sure he’s being punished for.

Willie decides to stay quiet. To stay curled up tightly in his fetal position, his hair loose against his back as he squeezes his eyes shut. If he can’t see Not Alex he isn’t there. He isn’t there because after what he did, after he showed Alex what kind of monster he really was… Willie whimpers and his nails dig into his biceps. “Willie?” Alex asks, his voice hesitant and uncertain. Willie can feel a hand hover close to his shoulder and he flinches. Alex’s hand disappears and Willie relaxes… marginally. He swallows thickly and drums his fingers anxiously on the mattress, Willie can feel the beat through the bed.

Finally Free.

Willie went to the performance. He knows he shouldn’t have but he had to see Alex just one more time before he drowned his sorrows away. Just once he wanted to see Alex in his element, with his friends and his family to know he was going to be okay. So yeah, he went to the performance he hid in the back of the crowd in the groupies section, blending in with the masses. For one more night he wanted to fool himself into thinking he would be okay.

A jolt twists in his chest and he cries out in pain, his face contorting as it scrunches up. Alex is… confusing. Because this Alex doesn’t act like Caleb’s copies of the people Willie’s loved. This Alex acts like he cares, because the second the jolt shocks his body Alex is instantly at his side. He’s whispering words of comfort into the air and trying to coax Willie to turn away from the wall but he can’t.

He knows he can’t.

Because whenever he turns away from the wall - that’s when the hit comes. That’s always when the hit comes in and Willie, however weak and frail he is. However unloveable Caleb has him convinced he will not give the man the satisfaction of punishing him as Alex. “Please -” Willie starts before he cuts himself off with a loud, hacking cough. He curls up tighter, trying to hide from the evil in the club. The evil he knows no one would ever love him enough to help him escape from.

“Willie, I love you,” Alex says, his voice earnest and pleading. His hand touches Willie’s shoulder and he flinches. His eyes are still squeezed shut but his hands are wrapped around his chest again, instead of pressed against his ears. “I love you Willie,” Alex repeats, like a mantra. Like he believes if he says it enough maybe Willie would believe it.

He doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to… but it’s enough to convince him it’s not Caleb, because Caleb has never loved anything other than Aleski, who he lost before Willie even met him, his entire life. So he knows it’s Alex now, the real Alex, because Alex’s hand hasn’t stopped drumming on the mattress. And Alex hasn’t stop breathing shakily, his words full of anxiety but a sort of sureness to them Willie knows it’s not Caleb. He can’t trust it though, he can’t trust himself or his heart because he’s been burned before. Willie’s been tricked by Caleb before and this could all just be one big performance to gain Willie’s trust, then break it.

Break him.

“Stop pretending you love me, stop lying to yourself.” Willie says, his voice hoarse and dry as it cracks into the air around them. He peels open his eyes and manages to glance at Alex before staring at the ceiling above their heads. He swallowed thickly and tears fell down his cheeks, leaking out of his eyes. “Please stop.” His chin is wobbly and his sniffles are loud, his arms wrapped around his biceps and his fingernails digging into his skin.

“Willie I’m not pretending,” Alex’s voice is soft as velvet as it slips through the doubt and storm of chaos whipping around in his mind. “Please,” his voice sounds broken… sad. “Please Willie,” Alex reaches to gently cup his face, turning it so he’s forced to look at him. “Please believe me.” His thumb gently traces down Willie’s jaw and he’s breathing heavily as he sits there on his bed, mere inches away from the person he loves.

“Stop lying to me Alex,” Willie says, sounding just as shattered as Alex does. “Stop lying to me. I know what I am, I know who I am and what I -” he shudders. “What Caleb has made me do.” Alex hesitates, Willie sees it. He’s about to cup his face again, touch him with those drumstick calloused fingers to comfort him but he hesitates. It’s only for a split second but it’s there, it happened.

The knife in his chest loosens as Alex gently pries his hands away from his muscles, letting Willie play with his own fingers instead. “I’m not lying, I swear to god I’m not lying,” Alex sounds desperate, sad. Willie doesn’t like it when Alex sounds sad. “I’m not lying to you, I would never - not about this, not about anything.” Willie sniffles and slowly opens his eyes to look at Alex. Their eyes meet and Willie just… crumbles into Alex’s chest. And he knows, he knows deep in his soul that he’s unlovable.

He knows they’re not real. He knows one day Alex will decide he’s had enough of Willie and his lies and his shadows and his nightmares. He knows one day Alex will leave him, just like everyone always does… but for now he lets himself be weak. He lets himself breakdown and cry and shake as Alex wraps his arms around him. Willie presses his face into Alex’s hoodie and he soaks the fabric with his tears. Because even though he knows the truth, that no one except Caleb would ever love him for who he really is… for one more day, for one more night, he’ll live in the fantasy he’s built in his head.

Then tomorrow he’ll drown his sorrows away.

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emmett-mchearty · 4 years

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Reasons to watch Julie and the Phantoms, for the Twilight Fandom:

I hear y'all like Gay Shit™ and boy does this show deliver. A canon, interracial mlm relationship that is treated in the EXACT same way a straight relationship would've been. Neither men involved are stereotyped and they're so soft for each other it kills me.

Cheyenne Jackson's entire being. A queer coded character played by a bonafide homosexual. 👌😫 He plays Caleb Covington, dead ex-magician and Extra Little Bastard™

Latina lead character with a best friend who is also a poc. Flynn is a ride or die, get chu a Flynn.

Beautiful soundtrack. Every song is a bop. Y'all remember Lemonade Mouth? Wack. HSM? Wack. Julie and her 3 ghost himbos??? They're tight as FUCK.

Booboo Stewart is in it, y'all know ya love Booboo Stewart. He has a dance number and a cute awkward boyfriend.

"Girls, right guys?!" "Haha yeah" "No. 🙂"

Have I mentioned every song slaps? Cuz every song slaps.

@twilightofficial made a group chat for us to scream about it without spoiling it for other people. Y'all know y'all wanna come scream in a group chat bout some gay shit. Join us. 😈😈😈

#the twilight saga #twilight rennaisance #twilight revival #twilight saga #twilight #julie and the phantoms #jatp #booboo stewart #lgbtq characters #lgbtq

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ghostwriterjatp · 3 years

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Julie Molina, Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Nick (Julie and The Phantoms), Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Carrie Wilson, Bobby | Trevor Wilson, Caleb Covington, Flynn (Julie and The Phantoms), Willie (Julie and The Phantoms) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Magic, Homophobia, Caleb Covington Being a Bastard, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, except for Willie's parents sorry Summary:

After a sudden incident with his parents, Willie finds himself as the newest student at The Proctor Academy, a prestigious magical academy. What will he find there? A previously unknown magical gift? Love? Answers? Only time will tell...

#julie and the phantoms #fanfic

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skateboardtotheheart · 3 years

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Alex vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda

hello, everyone! i’ve been working on a fic titled “Alex vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda” for quite a long while, and i’m finally biting the bullet and posting the first chapter. this fic is based on the novel "Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda" by Becky Albertalli! it will be very closely based on the book, as well as some things from the movie "Love, Simon", and you may find dialogue or details that you recognize from either version of Becky Albertalli's story! i have no rights to the novel/movie or the JATP characters depicted in this fic. that said, there are a lot of details that are changed, and you'll be able to spot those really easily. this fic will be crossposted to my AO3 and can be located HERE.

like i said, this fic has been a long time coming, and there is tons and tons i have planned for it. here on tumblr, i will be posting things like extra details, bonus content, and maybe some sneak previews! for now, let’s get into the fic!

SUMMARY: Alex Mercer is just like everyone else- only he has one huge ass secret. Nobody knows that he's gay, not even his closest friends and bandmates Luke, Reggie, and Julie. The only time he's ever mentioned it to someone, it was in an anonymous email chain with Ghost, another Los Feliz High School student. Alex can't risk coming out to anyone, but when his emails fall into the wrong hands, his secret is at risk of being thrust into a spotlight. Suddenly an already stressful junior year is all that more complicated as he juggles everyday drama, the school's annual band competition, blackmail, and trying not to lose his shot with the best guy he's ever met.

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Everything about this conversation is so out of the box of normal that I barely even register what's happening. Of course I'm the type of person who can't tell when this- something so crazy and awful and stressful and honest to God what the hell is happening- is going on. In my defense, Caleb Covington has never spoken to me before. I had no reason to assume that the first time he did, it would be to blackmail me.

We're taking a water break in the bleachers when Caleb saunters over. No greeting, no introduction- just words to send my entire junior year of high school spinning on its head.

"I read your email."

I swallow my water. "What?"

Caleb raises an eyebrow at me, and there's no other way to describe it but menacing. It's funny looking back on it all; I'd always heard Caleb was a really nice guy.

"I was in the library. And I read your email."

"You read my email?"

"Not on purpose. You really should have logged out of Gmail."

There's nothing I can do but stare at him, dumbfounded. What in the name of David Bowie is happening right now?

Caleb, thankfully, stops towering over me and takes a seat in the bleachers, a foot or so away. To anyone else, it might look like we're friends. To me, it feels like I can't breathe.

"Why the fake name?" Caleb asks, and my entire soul screams a wish that he would stop being so casual about this.

I want to tell him that the point of a fake name is to keep people like Caleb Covington from knowing my secret. Way to freaking go, Alex. He must have seen me sitting at the computer like the monumental dumbass I am.

"Would it interest you to know my cousin is gay?"

"Um. No, Caleb. It really wouldn't."

He still has his eyebrow raised and a small smirk on his face. If I focus hard enough- kind of impossible right now- I can picture Luke punching it right off his face.

"What do you want Caleb?"

This is the longest five minute water break of my life.

"Look, Mercer, I don't have a problem with it. It's not a big deal."

Yes, it really is. It's a huge monster of a deal. This is the biggest disaster since Luke slammed his fingers in a door and couldn't play his guitar.

"But. . ." Caleb drags out, and I can feel my leg bouncing quicker by the second. "It's pretty clear to me that you'd rather keep it all hush, hush."

I mean. Yeah. Kind of. The coming out thing doesn't scare me that much. Except it does. Because if people know then my parents will know and if my parents know then my whole family will know and if my whole family knows then I've become like a living, gay, everyone-finds-out version of If You Give A Mouse A Cookie, and I'd rather die than have that happen. So maybe the coming out thing does scare me. But the biggest problem if people found out?

Ghost.

I have absolutely no idea what it would mean for Ghost if Caleb was going to tell anyone. The thing about Ghost is he's a pretty private person. I bet he wouldn't forget to log out of his email so people like Caleb Covington wouldn't see it. I bet there's a good chance he'll never forgive me if he finds out about this. So really, I have absolutely no freaking clue what would happen to Ghost- to us.

And I'm still sitting in these stupid gym bleachers, the pink hydroflask Reggie bought me limp in my hand, desperately wishing Carrie would call an end to this godforsaken water break. I can't believe I'm having this conversation with Caleb right now. Why couldn't anyone else have logged into Gmail after me? Why was I so impatient to see if Ghost had emailed me back that I used the freaking school computers? Why did this stupid school insist on blocking the wireless so I had had no choice but to use the school computers? But it had been one of those days where I couldn't even wait to get out of dance practice to check my phone in my car.

I'd emailed Ghost this morning, and it had been a pretty big email. I was desperate to know if he'd emailed back.

I must have been just staring at Caleb for a while because he cocked his head at me and said, "Don't worry, Mercer. I'm not going to show anyone."

I take a relieved breath. Then my hydroflask finally slips from my fingers as I freeze, and the sound echoes through the gym. I don't even look at the rest of the dancers when their laughs break out.

"Show anyone?" I ask.

Caleb leans in a little bit, smirk wider on his face. I feel sick.

"Did you- oh my god, did you screenshot my emails?"

"Yes, see, I wanted to talk to you about that."

"You took a fucking screenshot?" I hiss out, thankful I'd put my stuff farther away from the rest of the dance team today.

Caleb has the audacity to roll his eyes. "I've heard you're in a band with-"

"What the fuck does that have to do with- Let's go back to how you screenshot my email."

"Or you can shut up and listen to what I have to say."

Something about the way Caleb's gaze catches you, it's hard to do anything but what he says. Fuck.

"I believe we may be in a position to help each other out."

Jesus Christ, what 18 year old talks like this?

"Why the hell would I do anything for you?"

It's a stupid question, I realize as he stares at me calmly. Calmly. Like this isn't the end of my life. Whatever he wants right now, it'll be in exchange. I do this, and he doesn't broadcast my private emails with Ghost to the entire student body.

All this time and I really thought Caleb was supposed to be this nice guy. Fuck me.

"You're going to make me do whatever you want?"

Caleb tsk'd like the condescending bastard he clearly is. "Well, now. I'm not making you do anything."

"But if I don't help you, you'll what? Post my emails on the fucking tumblr?"

LosFelizSecrets. The bane of every Los Feliz student's existence. Ground zero for more gossip than anyone in their right mind knows what to do with. A school of almost 3,000 kids but if it's on the tumblr, most people know within a day. A complete and utter hellscape disguised as a blog.

When Caleb stays quiet, I speak again. "What do you want from me, Caleb?"

He sneers.

"Music of the Night."

Once again, I'm stuck staring at him. Music of the Night? That's what this is about?

"Your band is signed up, as is mine. The HGC lost to Dirty Candy last year, and I will not lose again this year."

Music of the Night is this competition Los Feliz holds every year as part of the music program. At the end of the year, there's this huge concert held at the Orpheum theatre in Hollywood. At the beginning of the school year, anyone can sign up. Then each band has 4 months to perform at school events, outside gigs and parties, and whenever they have an opportunity, really. During winter break, the student body votes on who the headliner of the concert will be. Last year, the headliner was Dirty Candy. Because they won last year, they're out of the running this year and are in charge of organization and things for the concert. This year, I was hoping the headliner would be Julie and the Phantoms. My band. Caleb and his band HGC has entered the competition every year, and he's never won. He's a senior, and I know this will be his last chance. I also know who his biggest competition is.

Us.

"So. . . what? You want me to sabotage my own band?"

I feel breathless and dizzy as I ask. Caleb just shrugs casually.

"Whatever you need to do. So long as it's my band that gets the votes. Like I said, I think we can help each other out. Think about it."

Caleb winks- he actually winks- and walks away. I stare dumbly after him. No way. No, I'm not doing this. I can live with being outed. Right?

But my thoughts travel to Ghost. Because he's a part of this, too. He goes to Los Feliz, and he's my age, and he uses a fake name, and he's not out.

Ghost isn't out, and Caleb has my emails.

Fuck.

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Any hope I have of forgetting about that stupid conversation clearly isn’t worth it. I have an hour before dinner, and right now I’m basically willing to do anything to avoid my family. Trying to talk to my parents is exhausting. You can’t just get away with telling them your day was good or bad. No, you have to ring out every excruciating little detail. Everything that happens in my or my siblings’ life, they want to know about it. In all honesty, I used to love telling them all that stuff. Now I can’t get away from them fast enough. Especially today. I’m barely in the house long enough to put my backpack in my room before I’m slipping out the back door and leaving again.

I try to drown out my thoughts with Axl Rose screaming into my earbuds. But my mind is stuck on Ghost, emails, and Caleb freaking Covington. Caleb wants to win Music of the Night. I can’t exactly blame him for that. Everyone wants to win it.

Except he’s blackmailing me. And by extension, he’s blackmailing Ghost. And that makes me want to hyperventilate a little bit. Maybe go scream somewhere.

But Axl Rose is helping. The familiar route of walking to Luke’s is helping. We don’t get much of a fall in LA, but the air feels a little crisper in mid October, and I can already see the houses that are getting ready for Halloween.

When I reach Luke’s house, I don’t even bother going through the front door. I just cut through his backyard and head through the backdoor right next to Luke’s bedroom. I hear them before I see them. Reggie’s laugh fills the air, paired with a frustrated groan from Luke. They’re sitting side by side on Luke’s bed, facing the small tv with some video game I’ve never seen on the screen. They look like they haven’t moved in hours. Luke pauses the game as soon as he sees me, waving, and I can’t help but smile a little bit. The guy won’t put down his guitar for you, but he’ll pause a video game or movie without a second thought.

“Great, you’re here! Tell Luke he’s shit at this game and he should let me play Mario Kart.”

I roll my eyes, “Dance was great, Reg. Thanks for asking.”

Reggie sticks out his tongue, and I crack a smile. This is the most comfortable I’ve felt all afternoon. I throw myself into the beat up bean bag chair Luke keeps in his room.

“Luke, you’re shit at this game and Reggie wants to play Mario Kart.”

Luke gapes at me, a betrayed gleam in his eyes, but I just shrug. Luke grumbles a bit as he gets up to switch out the game, and Reggie whoops in victory. I let out a soft sigh. I think I needed this. The chaos of Reggie and Luke playing whatever game, the strange mix of leather, Axe, and his mom’s Hawaiian Breeze cleaner that makes Luke’s room smell awful and entirely wonderful at the same time, and the familiarity of Luke and Reggie. Everything just fits right when I’m with them.

As Luke sets up the game, Reggie looks at me excitedly. “Alex, Luke hasn’t heard about le wedgie.”

I snort a little, “Ah, yes. Le wedgie. C’est une histoire touchante.”

I don’t know why Reggie bothered to wait for me to tell the story; he’s the far better storyteller between us. Maybe it’s just because I’m better at French.

Luke stares at me, “English, please?”

Reggie and I thought we’d be fancy and take something fun like French for our required language credits. Luke decided to take something actually useful and learn sign language. This story is stupid, and my reenactment is stupid, but it feels kind of perfect. Like Caleb and secrets are all things of my imagination, and nothing exists but this bedroom and me, Luke, and Reggie. Benefits of having known these dorks since elementary school, I guess.

About as they finish the second race in Mario Kart, Luke lets out a yawn. Reggie reacts so quickly I barely realize what he’s doing. He grabs a crumpled up Hershey’s Kiss wrapper from Luke’s nightstand and throws it into Luke’s mouth. Luke sees it just in time to clamp his mouth shut. Reggie sighs in defeat, but shrugs.

“Keep yawning, I’ll get you one of these times.”

“Why are you so tired?”

“Because I party real hard. All night, every night, baby,” Luke says, slamming Reggie’s bike with a green turtle shell.

“Alone in your room with your guitar. Some party that is,” Reggie retaliated with a bomb thrown in Luke’s direction.

As the race finishes Luke yawns again, and Reggie’s Kiss wrapper bounces off his cheek.

“I just keep having these weird dreams,” he explains.

I raise my eyebrows. “TMI, dude.”

“Not that kind of dream!” Luke tosses the wrappers at me, Reggie cackling beside him.

Luke starts explaining his dream- something about every time he started playing his guitar his cord had magically unplugged itself from his amp- and Reggie and I just share a look. We were used to Luke being in his weird, feels-the-need-to-analyze-everything moods. But even after all these years, it was almost like a movie, watching Luke get so weirdly passionate about things- music and otherwise. It made me glad that Luke was a brother to me by everything but blood. Partly because if he wasn’t, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop myself from falling for him. And I have a strict policy about not falling for straight guys.

To everyone but me and Reggie- immune to him after knowing pretty much every thought that’s ever gone through his head since elementary school- there’s this pull to Luke. Like he casts a spell that has everyone in a 10 mile radius tripping at his feet and each and every girl swooning. Poor Julie is not immune to the spell, it seems. Lucky for her though, Luke doesn’t seem immune to her either.

It took barely a few weeks into the school year before I noticed Luke switching seats with Willie Meyers at lunch to increase the odds he’d end up right next to Julie. Then there’s that stupid, puppy-dog, love-sick look in his eyes that Luke gets every time he thinks Julie isn’t looking. And it’s not like Reggie and I haven’t put up with a pining Luke before, but everything seems a little different with Julie. It makes me think of Ghost.

Would I look like that if I saw him in person? Would he look at me like that?

If Caleb leaks my emails and Ghost hates me forever, I don’t think I’ll ever find out.

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chapter one complete!

i'll let everyone know right now that i have no clear updating schedule for this fic; it's kind of hard to write and get down the way i want, so i'm not sure how long anything will take me. but it is summer break for me, so hopefully you'll all start seeing consistent posting of new chapters!

i hope you all liked this first chapter, or are at least intrigued to read some more. as i said in the starting notes, this will be cross posted to my AO3! Feel free to leave me a comment here if you would like, or head over there if you have any comments about the fic at any point! feel free to send me a message/ask on here if you have any questions or comments, too! my inbox is open any time <3

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this fanfic is definitely my baby, so i really hope you guys all like it as much as i do!

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#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #fanfiction #alex mercer #willie jatp #luke patterson #reggie peters #julie molina #willex #simon vs the homo sapiens agenda #love simon #alternate universe #willex fic #owen patrick joyner #booboo stewart #alex vs the homo sapiens agenda #AvtHSA

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Imagine an AU where the boys are still alive.

But, because it’s me, this isn’t soft >:). Hang onto your seats folks.

Luke’s run away from home, and he’s living out of Bobby’s garage. This is canon, old news.

Then Alex comes out to his parents, and they kick him out. Having nowhere to go, Alex moves into the garage with Luke.

And now, there’s Reggie. His parents fighting has gotten a lot worse, it’s been starting to turn violent, and after an incident where he gets hurt fairly badly, he runs off as well.

Bobby, at this point, now has his three other band mates living his garage. This, if he’s being honest, sucks, but they don’t have anywhere else to go. Plus, Bobby’s parents are alcoholics, and too out of it most of the time to really care that there are teenagers living in their garage.

Everything goes as normal - they play shows, struggle to get by, etc. But then? Then, they score the Orpheum! This is going to be big!

Unlike in the show, everything goes smoothly and the boys perform. Naturally, they have several individuals come up to them, offering record deals. But one of these people? His name is Caleb Covington.

Now, the boys are highly skeptical of this offer. They aren’t smart, but they aren’t dumb, either - they’ve heard the rumors about how badly things turn out for people who sign a record deal with Covington. So, naturally, they decline his and accept someone else’s.

Except - Caleb doesn’t like this. Caleb doesn’t like this one bit, and he’s determined to get these boys under his employ. So, being a sketchy motherfucker, he sabotages their deal, causing it to fall through, and also makes sure all of the other people who offered Sunset Curve a deal take it back.

So, at this point, the only potential deal they have is Caleb’s. They have a bit of a discussion over whether to accept this deal, and they end up deciding that they’d rather keep struggling than make a deal with him.

At this point, Caleb’s pissed. He wants these boys, sees so much potential in them - and three out of four of them are runaways, anyway, he discovers. So, the bastard kidnaps them. He tells them “Hey, you’re making me music, I don’t care if you say no, this is happening.”

And then, the badass that is Julie Molina finds out about these boys situation, and ends up busting Caleb and getting the boys free.

#tw violence #tw homophobia #tw kidnapping #tw abuse #tw alcohol #tw alcoholism #mild swearing #jatp #alex mercer #caleb covington #jatp au #reggie peters #bobby wilson #julie molina

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interestinglittlerelationship · 7 months

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Willie - The Ghost Who is Still Alive

#julie and the phantoms #willie wilbur williamson #willie nolastname #a character study of sorts #caleb covington being a bastard #Youtube

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thephantomchronicles · 9 months

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Relationships: Flynn Taylor/Carrie Wilson, Julie Molina & Flynn Taylor, Julie Molina & Carrie Wilson, Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson & Flynn Taylor, Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson & Carrie Wilson, Julie Molina/Luke Patterson (Background)

Characters: Flynn Taylor, Carrie Wilson, Julie Molina, Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Kayla (Julie and The Phantoms), Caleb Covington, Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms)

Additional Tags: first responders AU, Flynn is a 9-1-1 dispatcher, Carrie is a pop star, Angst, Drug Addiction, Overdosing, Hurt/Comfort, Caleb Covington Being a Bastard, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn

Chapter 3 (Last Chapter)

“I did not expect you to show up,” Carrie told Julie. It wasn’t accusatory or anything, just honestly surprised.

“Well, it’s kind of what we do. You know, fires and stuff?” Julie said, not sure what she should be saying right now. She should go get lunch actually.

“Yeah, no, I just- didn’t expect you to show up,” Carrie said again. Oh. Right. Julie wasn’t sure if she should be offended or not.

“Uhm…”

“I didn’t mean-” Carrie hurried to say. “Shit. It wasn’t a dig at you,” she tried to explain.

“Carrie-”

“You’re not catching me on my best day ever and that’s saying something after this past week-”

“Carrie!” Julie finally effectively cut her off. “I was gonna go grab some lunch for me and the team. You wanna tag along for a sec?”

#new fic #jatp #julie and the phantoms #first responders au #flarrie #flynn taylor #carrie wilson #julie molina #last chapter #tw drugs

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Chapters: 1/10 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Alex Mercer & Julie Molina & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters, Alex Mercer/Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Ray Molina & Reggie Peters, Bobby | Trevor Wilson & Alex Mercer & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters Characters: Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Bobby | Trevor Wilson, Ray Molina, Carlos Molina Additional Tags: Post-Season 01 (Julie and The Phantoms), Sunset Curve (Julie and The Phantoms), Canonical Character Death, Possessed Nick (Julie and The Phantoms), Caleb Covington Being a Bastard, Soft Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Flashbacks, Character Study, Sort Of, Hurt/Comfort, Alex Mercer Has Anxiety (Julie and the Phantoms), Everyone Needs A Hug, Gay Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Willie Loves Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Anxiety, Touch-Starved Summary:

Julie was finally starting to get used to this crazy set of circumstances, even with the band of ghosts and string of amazing opportunities coming her way.

But there was still unfinished business to be worked out, and a strange announcement from Trevor Wilson only serves to complicate matters.

And that's not even mentioning what's happening with Nick.

Or, my take on Season 2 of Julie and the Phantoms

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp fanfic #my writing #new fic #jatp 2 #angst #h/c #willex #willie/alex

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Illusions, Chapter 2: Summoned

L.A. 1982

A room of nothingness. Was this the Hell his mother had predicted when she'd caught him kissing the gardener's son? It wasn't quite the raging inferno he'd been told to expect. Still, after a few hours sitting here, he'd begun to fear that it was. His own personal torture, to be locked away with no audience. With nothing to do but ponder the mistake that got him here half a century early.

He'd known the trick was risky. His manager had begged him not to chance it. To wait until he was sure it was ready. Unfortunately it had been too late. Caleb had promised his fans something spectacular and losing their admiration frightened him far more than the prospect of his own death. And now here he was, stuck, potentially for eternity, in a pit of darkness.

Abruptly the universe split open and Caleb plunged downward. He landed in a heap on what seemed to be an extremely thick brown carpet.

"Behold, Cottonball has returned! Let's have a big hand for the birthday boy!"

Caleb raised his head and found himself staring up at a man wearing a black cape. A familiar looking black cape. It was in poorer condition than when he'd seen it last, but he'd recognize the embroidery anywhere. This man, whoever he was, was wearing one of Caleb's old costumes.

Glancing down, Caleb saw he was clad in the outfit he'd worn for his final performance. Black hat. White shirt with black vest. Black cape with silver buttons and a piper embroidered in gold with a shimmering purple lining. Silver ring and bracelet. All of it was in spectacular condition. There were no messy reminders of the trick that had gone awry, thank goodness. He may be dead, but at least he looked good.

Caleb leapt to his feet. He seemed to be in a modestly sized living room. Not a hovel, but certainly nothing like the mansion that had been Caleb's primary residence before his demise. Adults were scattered along the back of the room, in the strangest attire Caleb had ever seen.

Many of them, including the women, were wearing the kind of pants he'd only ever seen before on cowboys and miners. And their hair...good God. No sassy bobs, or even more formal buns for the women. No, these women wore it down, at shoulder length, and teased until it's volume was equal to their heads. And the men? Some of them didn't look like they even bothered with combing, let alone styling. One of them had his hair cut short in the front, but long in the back. What would possess anyone to do that to themselves?

Small children populated the space in front of adults, four or maybe five years old, and dressed just as strangely as their parents. Caleb shuddered as one of them shoved a finger into his nostril. Delightful. He squatted so he was directly in front of the offending child.

"BOO!" Nothing. Not a flicker of fear. Caleb raised himself from his crouch and dramatically gestured with his arms. "Abracadabra!" Not a single person in the room reacted. He was invisible. He wasn't sure if this new set of circumstances was much of an improvement on the old. Alive or dead, Caleb was a performer. Without that, without an audience, he was...nothing. Suddenly from behind him came a high pitched, surprisingly powerful scream.

Caleb whirled to find the source of the sound. A boy with a blue paper crown on head was pointing a wand directly at Caleb. Caleb could make out the dual Cs engraved into the rod's metal tip. The child's eyes were boring directly into his.

He barely had time to register this surprise before the other children began to contribute to the cacophony. The room seemed to split between the shriekers and the sobbers. Various parents rushed to comfort their offspring. A man picked his way through the chaos and physically carried the original crier out of the room.

Caleb decided to discreetly follow the pair. He hovered around corners, not wanting the boy to glimpse him again. Footsteps informed Caleb the child and the man were headed to the second story. Caleb slowly padded up the staircase after them. When he heard a door close he risked stepping into the upstairs hallway. He followed the sound of muffled voices until he was standing outside the bedroom door. He leaned to the keyhole, straining to hear the conversation.

"-hell's the matter with you?! Screaming your head off like that, so loud that whole neighborhood's going to be calling me? Well?" Caleb blinked in surprise. Not exactly the coddling he'd expected. Caleb couldn't say he was ever particularly fond of young children, but this seemed a bit harsh.

"It...it...wa-was a man. In a cape. He scared me." The boy's voice was much softer now. Caleb could barely make out his words. Certainly a contrast with the bellow the child had given when he'd seen Caleb.

"I'm paying a hundred bucks for that bozo to entertain you and your friends! And you scream in his face and embarrass yourself and me in front of everybody?" At the word "embarrass" Caleb felt a thrum of anger. An echo from a time when Caleb's father had used similar language on him. Well he'd shown the old bastard, hadn't he? Become one of the biggest names in Hollywood. Of course, after that he'd died gruesomely, predeceasing the miserable prick. You win some, you lose some.

"I'm sorry." The boy sounded so forlorn it even melted Caleb's heart. Just a bit. The father's snort indicated he was not equally moved.

"I'm sending everyone home. You're staying in here until you can act like a normal kid." The door opened and before Caleb had time to react the man walked right through him. A disconcerting experience to say the least.

Once the father's footsteps had faded, Caleb turned his attention to the open doorway. He could simply step through, but he didn't want to trigger more yelling. He attempted to knock on the doorframe but his knuckles moved through it. Damn. He wasn't a fool, he knew he was incorporeal. Still he also knew he wasn't sinking through the floor at the moment, despite being solely composed of...air? Light? Electricity?

He shook his head. That was a puzzle for another time. Right now his objective was to establish contact with this child. Figuring out how and why he'd been seen was of paramount importance. He focused on his hand thinking of nothing else. He made a fist and deliberately rapped twice on the wood. Success! Elation shot through him.

"Who's there?" The child sounded terrified, but Caleb could hardly blame him. As far as the boy was concerned a man had materialized out of nowhere right in front of him. A man no one else could see. In his position, Caleb would be frightened too.

"It's the man in the cape from downstairs. May I come in?" There was a long pause from inside the room. Caleb willed himself not to be impatient. He needed the boy's cooperation if he hoped to get any useful information out of him.

"Okay." Caleb put on his friendliest smile and stepped through the doorway. Examining his surroundings, he took in the yellowish-brown wood paneling covered by various baseball pennants. Dark blue carpet. Hideous.

As his eyes travelled around the room they were drawn to a calendar hanging on the wall. It wasn't the picture of the baseball player that his interest however, but the year. 1982. 1982?! Granted he'd assumed time had passed based off of the truly bizarre fashions he'd witnessed, but over fifty years?! He'd been sitting in that room over 50 years! How could that be possible?

A small sniff drew Caleb's focus to the boy sitting on a bed. He was squeezing a teddy bear to his chest, his large hazel eyes tracking Caleb as if he were a tiger that could attack at any moment. Caleb stopped five feet away, not wanting to overwhelm the child.

"I wanted to say that I'm sorry I frightened you." The boy bit his lip and then nodded once, accepting the apology.

"I'm sorry I yelled. My Daddy says I shouldn't have acted like a baby." Caleb was rapidly developing an intense dislike for that man. Perhaps it was because he was reminded too much of his own father. Caleb's dear papa had been a much more sophisticated specimen than the lout downstairs, but when it came making his son feel small, they were identical.

"I assure you that if your "Daddy" had seen what you did, he would have yelled much louder and for much longer." Caleb's smile widened as he considered all the things he'd like to do to the man, provided he mastered the skills ghosts were rumored to have. He'd demonstrate to the boy's bully of a father who the "baby" in the family really was.

"He didn't see you?" The boy seemed surprised by this statement, slightly relaxing his grip on his stuffed animal. Clearly he wasn't used to spotting individuals invisible to his family members.

"No one else saw me. Just you." Why might that be? Was the boy a medium, like so many charlatans in Hollywood had professed to be? Was it possible that Caleb was merely the first ghost that appeared in the boy's presence? How rare were ghosts? And why had Caleb appeared here and now after over fifty years in that limbo?

Had that two-bit dilettante downstairs summoned him somehow? The amateur conjurer did seem to possess any number of Caleb's personal effects, including his wand...which the boy had been holding when Caleb had appeared. That couldn't be coincidence. Somehow the child's holding the wand had pulled him here. With all the questions he had, of that he was certain.

"Are you a...a..." Caleb braced himself for the inevitable encore of screams, "Imaginary friend? Some of my friends got those." He released a breath he no longer needed. Imaginary friend? Caleb supposed that was better than "ghost." Less frightening. Less likely to make the boy's parents decide to send the child to an asylum. Still, Caleb took issue with being called "imaginary."

"Let's go with "invisible friend" for now. Let me introduce myself: Caleb Covington." He tipped his hat to the boy. "And who might you be?" The boy gave a small shy smile and brushed a lock of his ash blonde hair from his eyes.

"I'm Alex."

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Literally No One:

Me: But What If I Wrote THE fic?

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV), High School Musical (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Julie Molina & Nick, Nick Danforth - Evans & Ryan Evans, Nick Danforth - Evans & Chad Danforth, Chad Danforth/Ryan Evans, The Danforth-Evans-Mackenzie Family, Everyone & Everyone, Alex & Julie Molina & Luke Patterson & Reggie, Nick/Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, OT3 - Relationship, Nick/Reggie/Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Alex/Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Caleb Covington & Nick (Julie and The Phantoms) Characters: Nick (Julie and The Phantoms), Nick Danforth-Evans, Ryan Evans, Chad Danforth, Sharpay Evans, Troy Bolton, Gabriella Montez, Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie (Julie and The Phantoms), Caleb Covington, Bobby | Trevor Wilson, Kayla (Julie and the Phantoms), Carrie Wilson Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Whumptober 2020, posession, Nick - centric (Julie and the Phantoms), Caleb Covington Being His Bastard Self, Nick And Carrie Are Cousins, Nick Is Ryan And Chad's Iconic Gay Son, Based Off Of Those Crossover Tumblr Posts, Nicholas Danforth-Evans, Carrie Is Sharpay's daughter, she deserves better, Nick Deserves Better, Kailye, Everyone Is Gay, i don't make the rules, Nick Gets Whumped, Pre-Poly, Nick is confused, Protective Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex Has Anxiety (Julie And The Phantoms), Nick needs a Hug, Post-Episode: s01e09 Stand Tall, The Wildcats Are Nick's Family, And Will Fight Caleb For Hurting Their Favorite Child, Sassy!Nick (Julie and The Phantoms), temporary title, first chapter is short, The Rest Will Be Longer Series: Part 14 of Whumptober 2020

Summary:

Caleb looked behind Nick at the door when it sounded like someone walked past it from inside the house. “Now, as nice as getting acquainted with you has been mister Nick Danforth-Evans, I’m on a tight schedule. See, I’m not talking to you because your father said no to my deal…” Nick’s scream got caught in his throat as Caleb suddenly turned into a cloud of scary-looking purple smoke. When Nick opened his mouth to scream, Caleb’s presence settled into his mind and Nick couldn’t do anything to fight against him.

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willie’s declassified afterlife survival guide (or why not to sell your soul)

aka the post about his connection with caleb

so it’s been... a very long time since willie has actually had his soul. like the majority of his afterlife. he passed away in 1993 and only spent a very short amount of time in limbo / the dark room before coming back fully. a lot of that early afterlife was... difficult. he tried clinging to the pieces of his old life as much as he could but it only made them slip away even more. a lot of time just,,,, disappeared that way.

eventually he decided to go to los angeles, rather than staying in seattle and being miserable while all his friends got married and moved on. this was around 1997-98 (like i said, a lot of time slipped away when he had nothing to occupy himself with). being in a new city gave him a better sense of self and helped reconcile with the whole ghost thing, leading to him pick up skating more and more. things aren’t great but they’re better.

and then it hits 2003. that existential crisis comes back full force when he realizes it’s been 10 years and he doesn’t know why he’s a ghost. why he didn’t just move on like everyone else. why is he here. time starts slipping again and he’s terrified. this is when one mister caleb covington swoops in to save the day, according to him at least.

willie ends up breaking into the hotel thats connected to the hollywood ghost club, finding out about it that way. he’s shocked to find a whole community of ghosts who are all somewhat okay with not moving on and performing for eternity. caleb, being the rat bastard he is, looks at this poor kid who’s just wanting a semblance of home and family and offers that to him. of course, in exchange for his soul.

willie accepts. he has nothing to lose.

(mechanics + further explanation under the cut! because its very long)

since willie’s soul is tied to caleb and whatever fuckin ghost magic he has, this means that there is a tether between the two that cannot be removed. willie will always unconsciously be drawn back to his soul because it’s his body trying to bring the two back together.

this means a certain level of his energy is tied to the hollywood ghost club. when he’s physically in the club, he’s regaining his strength so he can go out and do things during the day. the longer it’s gone since he sold his soul, his strength has significantly weakened so it takes longer for him to recharge and less time to drain.

this also means he literally cannot run away from caleb. if he does, he disappears forever. he’s tried already, and was only greeted with a “i told you so” look from caleb when he showed back up at the hgc flickering every three seconds.

caleb has the same ability to puppet willie as demonstrated with the boys in episode 9, but it’s a lot stronger and more subtle than what the stamp affords. caleb’s influence manifests as a gut feeling or instinct, usually a tiny thought or impulse that won’t leave him alone. this is what led willie to bump into alex and also offered to bring them to the hgc - even though willie might have thought it was his own volition, caleb planted the seed.

here’s another example from a willex fic i wrote a couple weeks ago: “He knew something was up from the moment his compulsion to visit the Hollywood Ghost Club suddenly disappeared midway through the afternoon. It was a constant nagging in the back of his head no matter where he went, his body unconsciously seeking after where his soul remained. The feeling disappearing was followed by a sudden bout of vertigo, sending him tumbling off his board. As he sat on the concrete trying to steady himself again, it all clicked together. Caleb didn’t want him visiting the club, trying to keep him out of the club. There would be no reason for him to do that unless he knew that Willie could interfere with something.”

this is why caleb acts very casually around willie as well as directly telling him his plan at points (“You never said you were going to stamp them, you know what that will do to them.” “Well of course I do William, but they’re too powerful, I need them working for me.”) both of them are aware that caleb holds all the cards and no matter what willie does he won’t be able to break his contract without destroying whatever remains of himself in the process.

all of this combined is why willie blames himself so severely for bringing the sunset curve boys to meet caleb. not only was he being manipulated, but he knew exactly what was going to happen. he also tries to stay away from all of them, especially alex, from that point onwards as so not to give caleb anything more to work with -- “Except Caleb knows too much already. From the point Alex started rambling about them in the Hollywood Ghost Club and Willie had to direct him back to talking about their abilities, Caleb had his bargaining chip for both boys.”

caleb never actually... gets mad at willie? at least never to the point of physical violence. if willie ever steps out of line or rebels, he’ll just get that tether between them yanked hard enough to induce some very severe flickering. again, both of them are aware what caleb can do. for this reason, caleb never really needs to lecture him (outside of that one scene in episode 6 in the alley).

a slight sidenote: willie isn’t actually a performer at the hgc! because of how naturally charismatic he is, he’s usually a greeter or something along those lines, mainly interacting with the lifers during shows. he does occasionally perform but doesn’t dance - his thing is acrobatics!

#❈ ( HC. ) have you come to raise the dead?#probably to be expanded as i remember more of what i had in my head #but here's the essentials ig #in this house we hate caleb covington

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