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galentir · 2 months
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Just one dream away from who we're meant to be 🎶
This piece goes out to @starlady-baby! Have a happy @jatpfebfanfest 2024! 🎉
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gambit-blogs · 12 days
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Make sure to tell your JATP friends to watch the show on April 30. We are trying to get the show on the top ten on Netflix.
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Feel free to share and any other JATP stuff on my page.
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thereigning-lorelai · 2 months
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—butterflies rising 𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ
gift for @solibrie for the @jatpfebfanfest
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innytoes · 2 months
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Happy @jatpfebfanfest to @onlygenxhere!
Have some Juke Clothes Swapping, because while everyone secretly covets the Yellow Smiley Sweater, can you imagine how flustered Luke would be at Julie in his cut-offs?
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lyxchen · 2 months
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Reggie is a hugger and after the Orpheum he can finally hug his bestie <333
It's @jatpfebfanfest day and I made something for @ace----ofspades <3 I hope you like it :3
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jatpfebfanfest · 2 months
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Hello JatP Fan Fest Secret Fantoms!
Less than a week until Gift Exchange!
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If you need additional time please let Admin know prior to the 28th.
As previously stated there is no rule about having to publicly share your gifts to tumblr.
If you do plan on posting your gifts to tumblr the official tag for the event is: #JatP 2024 Feb Fan Fest.
Thank you all for participating!!
Hope you all had fun and looking forward to seeing what everyone created!
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starlady-baby · 2 months
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HAPPY JATP FAN FEST EVERYONE!! 🎉
Here is my contribution! My recipient is @wolfpats! They said they were a fan of the boys hanging out together at the beach, so I ran with that idea. I imagine that this is them at the beach before their big show.
I hope everyone is enjoying fan fest and I love seeing what everyone made!
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presleyanswrites · 13 days
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i dont care if luke doesn't get as much following in 2024 im still writing for him and if all i get is bot interactions idrc i just love him 😍😍
the show died but my feelings for him certainly did NOT 😝
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merihn · 2 months
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Happy @jatpfebfanfest to @invisibleraven! I hope you like these ❤️
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1mnobodywhoareyou · 2 months
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emotional damage
willex | gen | 2,948 words
on ao3
thank you for hosting this event @jatpfebfanfest! it was great fun :D This is for the most lovely @floating-in-the-blue and I definitely experienced no crises writing for you <3 (she lies). I hope you like it! The greatest of thanks to @bbreaddog for beta-ing for me and @narcissusbrokenmirror for being my personal cheerleader! I appreciate you both so much!
“Ohhhh, look who it is Alex!” Luke teases as he catches sight of a familiar crew member helping them get set up for their show. 
Alex can feel the heat travel up his face to the tips of his ears. “Shut up!” he mumbles, trying to make sure his voice doesn’t carry across the stage. “I never should have told you.”
Alex crouches down to finish setting up his drum kit. 
“You should talk to him,” Luke insists as he unwraps a set of cables, laying them out as he goes.
“Not gonna happen.”
Alex feels an elbow rest on his shoulder and looks up to see Reggie grinning at him. 
“We talking about Alex’s favourite stage hand?” Reggie asks cheerily.
“No,” Alex grumbles at the same time as Luke excitedly exclaims, “Yes!”
Alex shoves Reggie off of him and returns to getting set up. He nods Reggie toward his own side of the stage, silently begging him to drop it. 
Reggie’s grin grows. He doesn’t move from his spot, calling back to Luke, “Hey Luke, how much you wanna bet that Alex can’t do it?”
Luke meets Reggie’s gaze and a grin of his own spreads across his face, “You’re on!”
“Terms?”
Alex interrupts them, voice laden with frustration, “Can you two not?” 
Both Reggie and Luke turn their most exaggerated innocent expressions on him.
“Not what?” Luke asks.
“Can you not make my personal life the center of your amusement?”
“That’s not… that’s not what we’re doing!” Reggie cries defensively. 
Alex raises an eyebrow, “really?”
“Really! We just want to see you happy.” 
“I AM happy,” Alex insists.
“Yeah but you could be happy AND have arm candy and someone to smash faces with.” Reggie’s grin is back as he finally leaves Alex to go finish his own set up. 
Alex rolls his eyes, “You’re ridiculous.”
“Guilty as charged!” Luke exclaims shamelessly before sending a dramatic wink Alex’s way.
Alex sighs as he turns back to his drum kit to ensure they’re set up properly for sound check. He doesn’t miss Luke’s exaggerated whisper to Reggie, “Loser buys pizza.”
“Mmmmm, free pizza! The best kind,” Reggie enthuses before returning to his bass.
“It’s rude of you to think I can’t do it!” Alex shouts back at Reggie and he’s simply met with Reggie’s signature shit-eating grin. 
“Prove me wrong!”
And Alex tries. He really, really does. He works himself up to leaving the green room and makes it halfway down the hall before he has to circle back. His second attempt has him almost all the way to the stage wings before he’s again fleeing to safety. Before he knows it, his time is up and they’re called to the stage. 
He gives it his all for their performance, the way he always does. If he maybe plays a little harder and sings a little louder, knowing that the person occupying so many of his thoughts is in the building and might be able to hear them, well then that’s for him to know and him alone. Though the knowing glances that both Luke and Reggie direct his way cause his face to flush. Maybe his thoughts are a bit louder than they should be. 
He doesn’t even know this guy’s name, it’s unfair that he’s completely taken over Alex’s thoughts.
Alex finds that after finishing their set, he doesn’t have the opportunity to even think about finding the stage hand. Between taking things down and interacting with fans, he completely loses his grasp on time. Before he knows it, Luke and Reggie are steering him toward their van.
“I WIN!” Reggie cheers and Luke sends a wry look Reggie’s way.
“You never set a time limit,” Luke pointedly reminds him. Reggie’s eyes widen, his face immediately falling into a pout.
Alex’s own expression brightens as he remembers their exchange. “YOU’RE RIGHT! You didn’t!” Alex claps Luke on the back excitedly. “Thanks, buddy!”
Luke grins, “Welcome! You still have to do it eventually though.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Alex grumbles as he starts the van. He’s the only one of the trio that can be trusted behind the wheel, as hard as Luke and Reggie might try to continue to convince Alex otherwise. How they managed to get their licenses, Alex will never know. “Where we going?” he asks.
“I still want pizza,” Reggie mumbles as he buckles himself up. 
Alex turns to Luke, “What’s the band account balance say?” 
Luke reaches down and digs out their cash jar, shaking it sadly.
“Not happening, buds. Unless one of you wants to treat,” he replies. What little they do have and keep in their individual accounts is normally reserved for emergency emotional support (or making bets at the expense of their friends), not impulsive pizza runs.
“Cup noodles it is,” Alex says as he steers the van toward home, grateful for the lack of traffic at this time of night. 
He doesn’t miss the way Reggie’s face falls as he glances in the rearview mirror. His heart shatters thinking about how often he’s seen that expression. Reggie might be good at hiding his feelings behind a goofy grin most of the time but Alex knows him and has learned to see through some of the cracks. The same way they have for him.
Alex takes a deep breath, refocusing on the road in front of him.
Luke gushes excitedly from the passenger seat, “We’re gonna make it, guys. I can FEEL it. Then you can have all the pizza you’d like, Reg!” He’s speaking in his typically amped up way that makes you wonder if he’s convincing you or himself. Apparently he’d also taken notice of Reggie’s pouting. Or, even more likely, just knows their friend that well at this point.
“Yeah,” Reggie agrees dejectedly. “It’s just temporary.”
Alex shoulder checks and moves into the right lane, slowing down to make his turn. He’s just made it to the corner when suddenly something thumps against the passenger side of the van.
“Holy shit, dude! You hit someone!” Luke exclaims, pulling himself forward in the seat to look out the window.
Alex immediately stops the van and shifts into park. He slams open his door, jumping out to see what had happened. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit,” he recites to himself the entire time he’s rounding the front of the vehicle.
He gets around to the front passenger corner of the van and notices a person brushing themselves off and pushing away from the van. They’re just barely illuminated by the street and headlights, still shrouded by the darkness of being just the wrong side of midnight. 
“Holy shit, I’m so sorry!” Alex rushes out as soon as he notices them.
“It’s all good, man. Not your fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
Alex reaches them just as they remove their helmet, flipping their hair up and over their head as they do. As soon as Alex realizes who it is, his mouth goes dry and he loses all coherent thought. 
He’s startled back to reality by the sound of car doors slamming. 
“You hit Willie?!” Reggie cries, “Dude!”
Alex is sent reeling for a second time. 
He hit his crush. 
Who has a name. 
That Reggie knows.
“How did you-? Wha-?” Alex stammers as he looks between his friends and Willie, who hasn’t stopped grinning for the duration of Alex’s crisis.
Alex shakes his head, trying to clear his head but with limited success. He redirects his attention to Willie. “Are you okay?” he asks simply.
Willie nods, “Yep, totally fine! I’ve been through worse.”
“That’s not… Okay,” Alex runs his hand through his hair. He can feel his pulse quicken and he reaches out for the van, realizing that he needs some support to remain standing. Alex feels Luke immediately shift into crisis mode beside him. They’ve been through this enough times by now that the signs of oncoming panic are clear to his friends.
Luke guides him so that he’s half sitting on the front bumper. He starts to coach Alex through some deep breathing and grounding practices to stave off the impending panic attack. It only takes a few minutes for his breathing to stabilize and he’s able to tune back into what’s happening around then.
When Alex looks up, he notices Willie’s concerned expression and that Reggie is now holding a skateboard. He must have gone hunting for it while Luke and Alex were otherwise occupied.
Luke rubs a few more circles onto Alex’s back before standing to join the others.
“You good, bro?” Willie asks.
Alex nods. He wipes his hands on thighs and stands, “Yeah. I’m good. This is weird. I’m so, so-”
He’s cut off before he can apologize. “Dude, seriously. This was my fault. I literally skated into the side of your van.”
Alex directs a skeptical look Willie’s way so he continues, “Honest, it wasn’t even possible for you to have hit me. I’m the one who should be apologizing.”
Alex stares at Willie in with combined disbelief and awe for another moment before Willie’s voice interrupts his thoughts, “I’m Willie, by the way.” Alex looks down to see Willie’s hand extended in greeting.
Alex reaches out to shake it. “I’m-,” he starts before he’s interrupted.
“Alex, I know.”
Alex’s brain threatens to shut down yet again, “You… you know?”
“Well, yeah. You’re the drummer of one of the hottest acts in town. Of course I know who you are!”
“I told you!” Luke cries as he elbows Reggie in the ribs. Reggie grunts at the unexpected contact. Alex barely registers their activity as he continues to process everything from the last… Five minutes? Night? Day? Week? How long have they been in each other's orbits for?
“Hey, Alex,” Luke calls, “you with us?”
Alex turns to glare at Luke though he has to admit (privately) that Luke has once again succeeded in getting him out of his head. 
When he turns back to Willie, he finds he’s again met with that grin. An all-too-knowing grin. 
“Reggie owes me pizza, wanna join us?” Luke directs to Willie. Alex starts at the unexpected invitation but doesn’t have time to dwell on it before-
“I do not!” Reggie exclaims petulantly.
“You do!” Luke insists, waving his arm toward Alex and Willie. 
Alex turns to look at Willie, aghast with both the realization of what Luke is talking about and the implication that Willie is expected to engage with their chaos. “You don’t have to! I’m so sorry about them,” he says before turning back to Luke, “Are you serious right now?”
Luke crosses his arms across his chest and returns a smug grin, “TECHNICALLY, I win.”
“That is SO not what I meant,” Reggie mumbles.
WIllie looks between the three boys with confusion, “Win what?”
Before either Luke or Reggie have the chance to consider responding, Alex is between them with a hand covering each of their mouths. “Nothing. Nothing at all. Don’t worry about it.”
He feels them both lick his palms simultaneously and pulls his hands away from them. “You’re both disgusting,” he says, wiping his hands on his pants.
Willie muffles a laugh at their antics. He quickly composes himself before interjecting, “Luke said something about pizza?”
Alex turns wide eyes on Willie, “You want to come for pizza? With us?”
Willie shrugs, “Yeah, sure. Except it’s my treat. You know… for the damage.” He smiles at Alex again and Alex is sure that his brain has completely left the premises.
“Emotional damage,” Luke whispers teasingly, barely audible but loud enough for Alex to hear. He directs another glare Luke’s way. Luke’s only response is a shit-eating grin.
“YES!” Reggie whoops as he climbs back into the van. Luke very quickly clambers in after him. When Alex sends Luke a confused look, Luke simply nods toward Willie in silent suggestion.
Alex lets out a soft sigh. He redirects his attention to Willie, “Do you want a ride? We know a place that’s still open and is cheap enough that Reggie can’t eat you out of house and home.” He raises his voice toward the end of his sentence to ensure that Reggie can hear him and, hopefully, take the hint.
He does. “What do you think I am?” Reggie calls back, “Some kind of animal?”
“You said it, not me,” Alex mutters under his breath and Willie coughs out a laugh. Alex smiles at Willie before gesturing toward the van, “Your chariot?” he offers.
“My Prince Charming,” Willie says with a grin as he climbs into the van. Alex stumbles over himself in surprise as he walks around to the driver’s side. He takes a deep breath and a quick moment to calm himself before opening the door and climbing in.
Alex buckles up his seatbelt. He turns to ensure Willie and the guys had done the same before shifting into drive. After another shoulder check, he completes the turn he had started before hitting… being hit by…? colliding with Willie. 
There’s a moment of awkward silence as the four of them settle into each others’ company. It of course doesn’t last long.
“So Willie, what’s your favourite Sunset Curve song?” Luke asks as he pulls himself up between the two front seats. 
Alex groans, “Really, dude? Seatbelt!”
“Hey! My seatbelt’s on!” Luke insists as he tugs on the shoulder strap that crosses his chest for evidence. 
Alex rolls his eyes, “It doesn’t count when you stretch it out like that.”
Willie can’t help but laugh at their bickering as he turns to Luke to answer. 
He’s interrupted by Alex, “You really don’t have to answer him.”
Willie smiles at Alex, “It’s alright! I love your music. I think ‘Now or Never’ is my fave though.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?” Luke encourages Willie to explain further.
“Luke! Seriously, not everyone is as deep into music as you are. Sometimes people just like what they like!” Alex chastises Luke again.
“It’s chill, Hotdog. I don’t mind.”
Alex sputters at the unexpected nickname. Reggie chimes in from the back, as if pulling the thought directly from Alex’s brain, “Hotdog?!”
Alex can FEEL Willie’s grin from beside him. He finds his ability to focus on the road slipping away with each passing moment.
“Yeah, from that time y’all got so sick from street dogs?”
Alex groans again, “You mean when we almost died?!”
Luke reappears between them, “Do we get nicknames too?”
“Mmm,” Willie hums, “sorry, that’s a privilege reserved only for my favourites.”
Alex again feels his brain completely vacate the premises and yet somehow he can see the grin growing on Luke’s face without even looking at him.
Alex autopilots into the parking lot for the pizza place they love. He pointedly avoids looking at anyone as they climb out of the van and into the restaurant.
“Order for me!” Alex calls back to Luke and Reggie as he beelines to the restroom in the back of the building. 
He locks the door behind him and leans up against it, trying to swallow air into his lungs. This has all been just… too much. 
Alex finally manages to slow his racing thoughts enough to push off of the door. He takes the three steps required to stand in front of the sink. He grips the edges of it and stares at himself in the mirror, unseeing. This can’t possibly be reality right now, can it? Willie is absolutely flirting with him, right? But… not directly. Through his friends. He’s not dreaming or in some alternate reality?
He splashes water on his face to try to reset so that he can go back out there and face whatever is coming next. This is good. It’s a lot. But it’s good. Willie has not only taken notice of him, but actually seems to like him? Enough to know his name and feel comfortable teasing him, anyway. Enough to explicitly tell Luke and Reggie that Alex is his favourite. Alex is never anyone’s favourite. Okay, no, he’s not going there right now. He can do this. 
He lightly smacks his cheeks to refocus.
Alex nods to himself in the mirror, satisfied with his internal pep talk. He pulls a handful of paper towels from the dispenser and dries his hands and face. He takes one last deep breath before opening the door and heading out into the restaurant.
As Alex walks up to the booth the others had claimed, he overhears Luke and Willie continuing their conversation from the van.
“That searching for tomorrow line,” Willie says and Alex can see Luke’s grin grow from over Willie’s head. Luke and Reggie are on one side of the booth, facing the back of the restaurant, and Willie is on the other side, back to Alex.
“Ohhh, that’s Alex’s!”
“I know,” Willie replies cheekily before leaning conspiratorially over the table toward Luke, “you’ve got a hot drummer.”
Alex makes a choking sound, attracting the attention of all three guys. Willie turns, resting his forearm on the back of the booth bench, Luke’s eyes widen slightly but the grin remains, Reggie lifts his eyes from where he’d been focused on taking a bite of pizza and waves at Alex with his free hand.
“Yeah, we do!” Reggie agrees enthusiastically. He takes a bite of pizza and speaks around it, “We’ve been trying to get that through his thick skull for ages.”
Willie tracks his gaze over Alex’s body. Alex can feel the flush move up his face and to the tips of his ears. 
“Cute when he blushes too,” Willie winks at Alex before turning around, sliding over to make room for him at the table.
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We Should Kiss Like Real People Do
It’s finally time! This was so much fun! @jatpfebfanfest
This is for @princessmuk
“Wait, wait, wait, explain this to me again?” Julie says, tilting her head at him in confusion.
“Aragagh,” Alex groans, “I’ve explained it twice already,” he tilts his head at her, “Shouldn’t you know all about this, already? Willie is basically your brother.”  
Julie flings herself down next to him, “I know about the stupid family reunion thing, yeah, but why are you going?”
“Because Willie doesn’t want to go alone,” Alex supplies.
“Right, but…” and then she seems to stop herself, “You know what? Never mind. So, Willie asked you to be his fake boyfriend, and you said yes?”
Alex face plants into Julie’s pile of pillows, “Yes,” he mutters. This does nothing to block out the sound of Julie’s giggles, “I hate you,” he adds, rolling over and hugging a pillow to his chest.
After a moment he feels Julie’s arm press up against his side, “I’m sorry, Lexi,” she says seriously, “this is just a situation so ridiculous only you could have managed to end up in it.”
“Thanks, that just make me feel loads better.” 
Julie sighs, “It’s really going to be okay, Alex.”
“You think? Because I think I’m gonna get my heart broken.”
“I’m fairly confident that’s not going to happen, besides you already said yes,” she points out.
“I know,” he whispers.
“So, what are you going to do?”
And that’s the thing, isn’t it? There’s nothing he can do. Willie is his best friend and he needs help. Alex has to do this even if it destroys him, “I’m going to be Willie’s fake boyfriend.”
The time of his demise is delayed slightly by the fact this “favor” Willie asked him for is actually a week away. For someone with a normally functioning brain that might be a good thing, but Alex is far too anxious, and simply comes up with ten new ways it could go horribly wrong with each passing day.
His friends are unsurprisingly the opposite of helpful. Bobby straight up laughs in his face when he finds out, pats him on the shoulder, and says, “Good luck with that.” Reggie gets really excited and insists that this is the start of Alex’s very own rom-com, and then goes on a long-winded tangent about movies where the two main characters start fake dating and end up falling in actual love. Luke, at least, seems properly sympathetic but offers exactly zero practical advice.
Willie, for his part seems remarkably unconcerned about the many possible ramifications of this deal of theirs. Then again, Willie seems remarkably unconcerned about most things. It’s part of the reason Alex likes him so much, Willie balances him out somehow. Calms the whirlwind in his brain.
Willie is holding his hand.
Honestly, he’s having a hard time focusing on anything other than that fact. And he knows it’s for show, that they’re walking up Willie’s uncle’s driveway and someone might see, but none of that matters because Willie is holding his hand.
“This is going to be easy. You already know everything about me and they know practically nothing. You probably won’t even have to lie that much,” Willie is saying and Alex is nodding like a bobble head even though he’s only half listening, “Besides,” Willie adds, “it’s only for the day anyway.”
And that snaps Alex right back to reality. Because tomorrow he’s going to have to go back to pretending like he isn’t in love with his best friend. And he’s going to have to pretend like that fact isn’t slowly killing him. And none of this is real and Alex sort of wants to cry.
Instead, he says, “Right, no big deal.”
Willie yanks them to a stop on the bottom step, tugging his lip between his teeth for a second, “Seriously, Lexi, thank you for doing this.” And then he does the most unbelievable thing and reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind Alex’s ear. It does absolutely nothing since his hair is not actually long enough to stay put, but Alex melts anyway.
“Hey,” he says, squeezing Willie’s hand, “anytime.”
Willie blushes, “Yeah,” he breathes, turning away, “um, ready to do this?”
Alex shrugs, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
As Willie introduces him around, Alex starts to relax. Really, pretending to be Willie’s boyfriend is not nearly as hard as he thought it would be. They hold hands and when anyone asks how they met, they tell the truth, “We were friends first.” Willie calls him truly ridiculous pet names like, “Hotdog” and “Honeyboo” which make some of his aunts coo at them.
Willie had basically said that he didn’t want to go to this party alone because all his relatives were awful, but that he’d only be allowed to bring someone if they were dating.
And yeah, Willie’s aunts and uncles are all a little distant and awkward, but seems mostly unbothered by their snubs.
His cousins, on the other hand are admittedly sort of awful, the kind of spoiled rich kids who think their money entitles them to look down on everyone else, but they pretty much leave the two of them alone too.
Willie’s mom had been the black sheep of the family, a free-spirit artist, who had run off with Willie’s dad right out of high school. Willie had never seen his mom’s family growing up, but after she and his dad died in a car accident, his attendance at these yearly reunions had become mandatory out of some twisted sense of duty or something. The rest of the year, Willie lives with his dad’s best friend, Ray, who is apparently not allowed to attend either.
Alex isn’t quite sure how to help, but Willie never once lets go of his hand, so maybe just being there is enough.
It’s a long afternoon, but only slightly painful, and then suddenly they’re climbing back into the car.
It takes a few seconds for Alex to realize that Willie hasn’t actually put the key into the ignition, or for that matter, let go of Alex’s hand.
“Hey,” Alex murmurs, “you okay?”
Willie drops his head onto Alex’s shoulder, “It’s just so exhausting, you know?”
Alex hums, because he doesn’t really.
“They’re all so fake, being all polite, and acting like they want to know me, but they didn’t fucking want me.”
Alex realizes then that Willie is crying, and he tries to shift so he can pull him into a hug, but Willie won’t let go of his hand.
“And I love Ray, I do, and it’s not like I want to live with them, but they spent my whole childhood pretending I didn’t exist and then when they were forced to acknowledge me, they still didn’t want me. And I lied to you. Ray usually goes with me and they wouldn’t have cared if I’d brought a friend as long as they could put on their little ‘happy family show,’ but I wanted you, and I wanted to be able to hold your hand, and now I don’t want to let go because I love you so much, but you probably don’t want me either.”
And Alex is, well, Alex is trying to wrap his head around the fact that his whole entire world just got rewritten. Because even if that was a bunch of heartbreaking word salad, he’s pretty sure Willie just said he loved him.
And this is why he doesn’t respond nearly fast enough, giving Willie the time to realize what he just said and freak out about it. Honestly, it’s all very Alex of him.
He tries to pull away, but this time, it’s Alex who won’t let go.
“Hey,” he says softly, and when Willie just keeps fighting against him, he says it louder, “Hey!” Willie freezes, staring at him, wide-eyed, “I’m, like, stupid in love with you too.”
Willie blinks, and Alex has a feeling his whole world is rewriting itself too.
“Oh,” he says, “Well, that’s convenient.”
Alex smiles at him, “Yeah, it is, isn’t it?”
The sit there smiling at each other, and they’re both crying still too, but none of that matters because Willie loves him.
“So, um, I’m gonna kiss you now,” Willie whispers.
“Okay,” Alex whispers back.
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floating-in-the-blue · 2 months
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Willie and Alex haven’t been dating for long and so far, Willie has only dreamed about kissing Alex. He has not dreamed of hugging him because he’s never really liked hugs. But when Alex offers one to comfort Willie on the anniversary of his parent’s death, he is unable to say no to his boyfriend. He has not expected it to feel so magical.
Willex, T, 9k
My gift for @lou-writes-things as part of the @jatpfebfanfest 2024. Hope you guys enjoy it and excuse the slightly early posting ;D
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gambit-blogs · 13 days
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If the rumors about JATP returning for a season 2 are true, I will lose it.
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musicofthesoul-j · 2 months
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Happy JATP FanFest!! Here is a Reggie centric fic for @ginervacade
It's a bit shorter than I wanted it, but I hope you like it! I may post it to the FanFest AO3 collection at some point, but I'm not sure yet.
Reggie wasn’t sure how long he had been watching. Sure, standing behind the studio door for any extended amount of time wasn’t exactly comfortable, but it didn’t matter because Julie and Luke were working on songs together. Seeing them sing together made Reggie feel calm, happy, and proud all at once. He’s shared the mic with Luke before. Reggie has felt the indescribable energy that Luke radiates when singing. Seeing Julie being a part of that energy always gave Reggie’s stomach butterflies.
“I think that was our best yet!” Luke exclaimed, the first spoken word in a while.
“Maybe,” Julie sighed.
“Maybe? Maybe what? It was incredible!” Luke sounded offended at the idea that anything needed to change, but Reggie knew that the singer would jump at the change to improve if Julie thought the song needed something.
“I’m not sure. I think we need a second opinion.” Julie seemed to be hinting at something, but Reggie couldn’t think of anything. Luke, however, seemed to catch on to whatever Julie was getting at, if the knowing look on his face was anything to go by.
“Well, maybe the single audience member would like to come out from behind the door and give us his opinion,” Luke remarked without taking his eyes off Julie. The two singers just stood silently looking at each other for a moment.
Then Julie sighed and turned to look at the door Reggie was standing behind, before stating “We’ve known you were there for at least two hours, amante. You might as well join us in here.”
Reggie took a deep breath and slowly walked around the door. He looked at the ground as he knew the embarrassment showed on his face. “Heyyyyy guys,” he squeaked. “Whatcha up to?”
Julie and Luke laughed as they walked over to Reggie and pulled him over to the couch, Luke setting down his guitar on the way.
“Well, since you already know what we WERE doing, how about we tell you what we intend to do now,” Julie reasoned. “Now we start cuddle time with our wonderful boyfriend.”
Reggie sat sandwiched between his partners. He relaxed, knowing neither musician was upset with him for watching from outside, and closed his eyes.
“Well, look at that,” Luke mused “We got ourselves a sleepy bass player.”
“How could I not when you make such a comfortable pillow, darlin’,” Reggie laughed.
The three of them stayed cuddled and sleepy on the couch for a few hours before Alex and Willie came back from their day out, Alex smiling twice as much as he had been in the morning. Julie got up to help Alex with dinner while Luke and Reggie continued laying on the couch.
“How did I ever get this lucky?” Reggie thought the question was in his head, but was proven wrong when Luke actually responded.
“It’s us who are the lucky ones, Reg. Our lives got better the day we all started going out.” And with that, both of them fell asleep, deciding to nap until food was ready.
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innytoes · 2 months
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Happy @jatpfebfanfest, @onlygenxhere. Have some summertime Juke.
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daintyduck99 · 4 months
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My @jatpfebfanfest fic without context:
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