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missjoolee · 2 months

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Chapel of Love

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The barest hint of hot, dry air ruffled against the baby hairs on the back of her neck doing little relief. Long gone were the multi-layered stage outfits, having learned she needed something more breathable underneath the stagnant tent two days ago at the start of the music festival. Instead, she wore a poofy crop top with shorts, and she could feel Luke’s eyes roaming the revealed skin of her shoulders, midriff, and legs with each song they sang together. He'd been winding her up with each set.

Her hands grip the top of the mic stand as she leans into where the mic sits, holding herself in place where normally she would be dragging it over to share with Luke in this moment. But they are halfway through the seventh and final set and his eyes weren’t the only thing she could feel looming nearby. Just outside the Loud & Local tent sat the “Chapel of Love”. And the next lyrics were too close to vows that she might do something stupid if she got too close to him. Why had they written them this way, again?

They hadn’t seen the simple archway that signified the “chapel” when they had arrived to set up, the van being parked on the other side of the tent that held the stage that they would share with four other bands over the three day festival. And when they finally had a chance to roam the festival grounds, Reggie pulling them to the food truck selling fancy milkshakes, they saw it but didn’t know what it was. Even on the information board sporting a map, it was just a tiny innocuous dot.

It had been later on a water run that Alex and she saw a small gathering of people under it, two of them sealing their love with a kiss. Apparently, you could get married at this festival.

"Huh," Alex had said, taking a drink from his bottle and then resting his arm on her shoulder. "That's a decision." "I don't know. I think it's kind of sweet," she'd responded. A snort rang out from above her head. "Of course you would say that." She'd sent an accusatory glare up at him, dropping her shoulder so his arm would fall way. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She had known exactly what he meant though. Her eyes close against the crowd in front of her and drift open to her left, knowing exactly where Luke would be.

She can feel electricity thrum through her body as she begins the call and response moment.

"I've got a spark in me."

She can see the confusion on his face, but he smiles at her as the words slide out of him with ease.

"I've got a spark in me."

She closes her eyes against the assault of love intertwining with the electricity already coursing though her. In her mind, the simple archway looms above them. This is why she was fighting her entire being from going to him. It was too soon. Too impulsive.

"And you're a part of me."

She can't escape the feelings that have been building with each performance they've done this weekend. The euphoria of performing their music with the her best friends, and the man she loves, not caring that she shut her eyes in an attempt to block it out.

"And you're a part of me."

Luke's voice right next to her sends a shiver across her shoulders, her eyes jumping open to see he'd closed the distance to share a mic with her. Not letting her run from him, not realizing she wasn't running. She was trying to reign in some very impulsive thoughts. She can see the concern in his eyes behind the determination and can't help the smile that graces her face, softer than what is normally part of her stage persona.

"Now till eternity."

His response is accompanied by the smile he normally saves for her when they are in the studio. One that Alex and Reggie unfortunately have to put up with because it side tracks things often enough. "Now till eternity."

The mental reigns she's been wrestling are completely forgotten about. She's a goner. Their voices twine together like they have thousands of times before.

"Been so long and now I'm finally free."

The rest of the set goes off without a hitch. The adrenaline and dopamine high intoxicating. She feels Reggie's arm go around her shoulders as Luke's goes around her waist and she looks at all her band-mates with pride. This weekend was amazing and did a lot to promote them, even if they were competing for attention with signed bands that have been around a whole lot longer on two other stages. They take a group bow to the crowd before they disperse like the non-existent wind.

Luke's arm tightens and he leans down to her ear to be heard. "Everything okay?" His voice is raspy and a bit lower than normal from doing seven performances in three days.

Perfect. The word rings in her head, bolstering her onto her toes next to his ear so he can hear her response.

"Marry me." Her own voice rough, lower and more sultry than she expected.

He looks surprised as he processes her words, but not like they made him uncomfortable if that same smile he saves for her lighting up his face means anything.

"Yeah. Okay."

She grabs hold of the hand on her waist, interlacing their fingers as she heads for the exit of the tent with determination. He drags behind her a bit.

"You mean right now??"

The first flicker of doubt hits her. "Yes?"

He drops her hand and scrambles to get the guitar strap over his head. "Oh hell yeah."

Her smile is so big she can feel the ache in her cheeks but she doesn't care. He wants this as bad as she does.

A voice interrupts them. "Uh Julie? Luke? Where are you going? We have to pack up our stuff so Midnight Mayhem can go on."

Reggie looks confused, his thumb pointing over his shoulder off the back of the stage. Alex's looks suspicious. Julie can feel heat soar to her cheeks as she looks up at Luke's face and sees the eager giddiness there and then back at Alex. Yeah, that tracks.

"Sorry guys. Got a little distracted. Band meeting after we get everything packed up."

She pulls Luke back over to their gear to begin packing up. Squeezing his hand before dropping it to unplug her keyboard.

He looks at her with confusion. "Band meeting?"

"We'll need witnesses."

"Riiiiiight. Nice."

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1mnobodywhoareyou · 4 months

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For the prompts... Which social media platforms they use and which they hate. This could be for all of them... or as many as you want.

It's been a hot minute since I was on twitter but I've wanted to play with this idea for a bit and you provided the perfect opportunity! THANK YOU! Please forgive the laziness in formatting and choosing handles and also any weird inaccuracies about how the platform actually works. Enjoy! :D

“It happened again!” Alex mutters as he collapses face first onto the couch in the studio, arm extended above his head with his phone cradled in his hand.

The others look at one another and back at him.

“What happened again?” Julie asks.

Alex waves his phone at her without moving his face from the cushion and she gets up from where she’d been seated at the piano to grab it from him. She quickly enters his passcode and is met with a screen filled with Twitter notifications. She chokes down a small chuckle before opening up his app.

Luke and Reggie look over her shoulder to see what the big deal is. They both *have* Twitter but neither of them use it. Reggie prefers being able to entertain his followers on TikTok and Luke… well, Luke insists that nothing replaces that in-person connection with fans.

sunsetcurve4eva caught the boys (and Julie) at their show last night! SO GOOD! Always love seeing them play #sunsetcurve #julieandthephantoms *attached video*

Insertusernamehere replying to sunsetcurve4eva their drummer is incredible!

alexmercer replying to insertusernamehere he’s alright i guess

insertusernamehere replying to alexmercer lemme guess, you could do better?

strummingdrumming replying to alexmercer 🙄where’d you even come from? it takes nothing to acknowledge someone else’s talent

Reggie can’t stop the giggle that escapes as Julie scrolls through hundreds of people coming to Alex’s defense and Luke snorts at the next tweet he sees.

alexmercerislife replying to insertusernamehere strummingdrumming JFC do none of you even realize who that is?

“Oof,” Alex huffs out when Reggie jumps onto his back, laying out over his friend.

“Own your awesomeness, Alex!” Reggie exclaims, turning to rest his cheek between Alex’s shoulder blades and staring up at Julie and Luke who are both bearing huge grins of their own.

“Yeah, Alex,” Julie adds.

“What awesomeness is Alex owning?” the four of them turn to look at where the new and unexpected voice had come from. “There’s a lot to choose from!” Willie smirks down at his boyfriend who promptly sits up, knocking Reggie off of him and onto the floor.

“Hey!” Reggie cries good humouredly as Alex reaches grabby hands out to Willie who complies immediately and allows himself to be wrapped into a hug as he stands between Alex’s legs.

“They’re all being mean to me,” Alex mumbles.

Willie laughs as he runs a hand through Alex’s hair, “I’m sure. What is it this time?”

Julie just hands Willie the phone and he lets out a guffaw as he reads through the same tweets that Julie and the boys had just worked through. He locks Alex’s phone and throws it onto the couch beside him before reaching down to gently grab Alex by the chin and force him to look up at Willie.

“When will you learn?” Willie asks earnestly before leaning down to drop a peck on Alex’s lips. “People love you! Let them.”

Reggie nods while Luke points at Willie in agreement, “what he said!”

“Fine,” Alex grumbles as he pulls Willie down into his lap.

“We’ll bully you into loving yourself if we have to,” Julie says with a grin.

“Sounds homophobic,” Alex mutters into Willie’s shoulder.

Julie laughs as she rolls her eyes before quickly pausing as she realizes something, “wait, you said again. This has happened before?”

“So. many. times,” Alex cries as he collapses back into the couch.

“I’m confused,” Reggie wonders as his brow creases in thought, “if these people love you, how do they not know you’re you?”

Julie lowers herself to sit beside Reggie on the floor where he’d made himself comfortable, “not every fan is a stan, Reg. You know that.”

“Thank goodness for that,” Luke chimes in. He loves their fans but there is a limit to how much being recognized and photographed that he can handle.

“And maybe they’re new fans or this was their first time seeing or hearing us,” Julie adds with a shrug.

“I just love that it allows this to keep happening,” Willie grins, looking back toward Alex who had covered his face with his forearm. “When you say so many times…?”

“This is at least the third.”

Luke lets out another chuckle, “serves you right.”

Alex removes his arm from in front of his face to glare at Luke.

Reggie’s eyes widen as he realizes something and he pats his pockets, looking for his own phone. He comes up empty and scans the room before spotting it and crawling over to grab it. He types for a moment and grins as Alex’s phone chimes from beside him.

thereginaldpeters replying to insertusernamehere alexmercer yeah, own your awesomeness Alex

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bbreaddog · 1 month

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It’s the morning after a wild New Year’s Eve party and there are quite a few regrets. . . .writer's choice for characters! ^_^

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Thanks for your one-and-a-bit-years’ long patience on this 😩 I’m so excited to finally, FINALLY share this with you!!

(Prompt from this post. Thanks @noworneverphantom and @1mnobodywhoareyou for beta-ing)

AND NOW, THE FIC (M rating, 2.1k words):

Anyone who thinks having your ears assaulted with the incessant blaring of a dawn break alarm is a great way to start the day is a damn liar.

He slaps his hand over the bedside table blindly until he finally hits the offending object. The noise stops. He flops over onto his stomach.

It’s 7am, January 1st. Fantastic information for someone who actually cares. Not him, though.

His body, however, does. Five hours is not nearly enough to… Well, five hours is not enough. Celebratory drinks on New Year’s Eve can be fun! He just forgets about the part where he has to wake up with the consequences.

He yawns, jaw aching with the stretch, and ribs protesting with the expansion of his breath. Something twitches under his palm. It kinda tickles. He sniffs.

A moment passes. There’s another twitch, then a quiet squeak.

Oh, Reggie thinks. He should probably move in case it’s a rat or something. But lifting his arm suddenly feels like lifting a boulder that’s been superglued to the ground. He sighs. It would be so easy to give up right now.

So he does.

It’s not a big deal. He could probably handle having a little rat friend. Besides, rats are cute. And if his parents didn’t let him have a hamster back in high school—well, now he can have–

An annoyed grumble. Reggie screws up his face. That’s a loud fucking rat, probably one that won’t be much fun to take care of, actually.

So Reggie, still half-asleep and hungover to all hell, makes a decision that any other responsible adult in his situation would make:

He’s going to grab the little guy.

Reggie’s fingers slowly draw in. His eyebrows furrow. It’s something smooth, and a little more triangular than the rat-shape he was expecting. Not that he’s one to body shame.

Experimentally, he squishes it.

There’s a splutter, then–

“Ow!” Reggie whines when his hand gets slapped away.

“Dude, what the hell?”

Reggie’s eyes snap open, sunlight stinging before he can smack a hand over them. “What the hell?” he parrots.

“Lemme breathe.”

“Okay,” Reggie croaks, a little hysterically. “Yeah, sure. W-what are you doing in my bed, though?”

From the other side, Luke snorts. “S’my bed, dude.”

No, it’s not, Reggie wants to say. Because that would be stupid. Being in Luke’s bed would be stupid. Reggie knows that, and Luke has to know that. They’re in a band together! A band where they’d all agreed to never shoot their shot within the group.

More specifically, Reggie had promised both Julie and Alex separately that he won’t get caught up in his long-standing crush on Luke, and that he definitely won’t end up in Luke’s bed. It’s too risky.

So this can’t be Luke’s bed, Reggie thinks, because then we would be in big trouble.

There’s some shuffling beside him, followed by a deep sigh. Reggie peeks through the gap between his fingers. Luke’s eyes are closed, the crease of his brow just smoothing out. Reggie watches Luke’s mouth soften, lips parting slightly, his breaths returning to slow waves. He looks so peaceful.

Just as the thought occurs, Reggie huffs out a small laugh. “Thought you were a rat,” he murmurs.

Luke doesn’t reply. Reggie shuts his eyes again.

So maybe he’s thought about this before, waking up next to Luke all soft and rumpled. Maybe it’s a daydream he likes to revisit regularly. So what? Sue him. It’s not like he’d say no given the chance.

Besides, he seems to recall only saying that he won’t end up in Luke’s bed, so… yeah. He just has to verify that he’s in his own bed, and they’ll be fine. Probably.

Reggie rolls over gingerly, cracking open an eyelid to squint through the bright morning haze. It’s hard to tell whose room it is at a glance when the layouts are so similar:

There’s a wooden desk shoved into a corner at the other end of the room, the chair pulled out to accommodate the mountain of clothes dumped on it; an acoustic guitar sits beside the tallboy, occupying the only section of the floor that’s ever seen the light of day. Speaking of light, why is it so fucking bright?

Reggie props himself up with one elbow, then braves a look at the source of light.

Of course, he groans. The blue curtains hanging over the window are, for some godforsaken reason, open—pushed to the sides, allowing the morning sun to flood the room.

Sure! Reggie thinks. That’s not even the worst part about it, so why not? The only thing that could possibly be worse than this is if Julie and Alex were here pointing at the curtains themselves; because the curtains in Reggie's room are red.

“Fuck,” Reggie moans, letting his eyes fall shut.

If there’s one thing Luke’s good at, it’s persuading Reggie to do things. Stupid things that will get them into stupid trouble.

Maybe they could say it was just a sleepover? Nothing had to have happened between them. Just a couple of bros sharing a bed. It’s winter, it’s cold. Saving on heating bills. Something like that. That sounds reasonable enough, yeah?

He looks back at Luke, and yeah, okay. That’s great, actually—Luke’s not wearing a shirt. That’s… fine. Luke’s fine. Like, really fine.

Getting off track. It’s fine! They’ve all seen Luke waltzing around without a shirt before. Hell, even if he was wearing one, half the material would be gone along with the sleeves. So the story could still pass. This is nothing new.

What is new, to Reggie’s horror, is the massive purple bruise blooming on the side of Luke’s neck. Reggie does not squeak. How did he miss that? It’s huge!

Don’t panic, Reggie tells himself, panicking. There could be any number of reasons why there’s a hickey the size of a golf ball on Luke’s neck. Probably just as many as for why they’ve woken up in the same bed.

Reggie can think of exactly one.

Alex is gonna be so mad. Julie is gonna be so mad.

He swallows. It’s fine, he tells himself, like it’ll be real if he keeps saying it. Maybe this could be salvageable somehow. If they’re sticking with the sleepover thing (which he’ll talk to Luke about… probably), then he should check that they’re wearing clothes. That would make it more plausible. Hopefully.

The back of his neck prickles with sweat, and he suddenly wishes the thought never occurred to him. Now he can’t stop thinking about Luke laying beside him, naked. He can’t stop thinking about Luke seeing him naked. Reggie bites his lip. This is a bad idea. Maybe he can just roll over and go back to sleep and he’ll wake up from this dream.

Except, Reggie has never been one to deny his curiosity, even if it does trap the rat, or however the saying goes. He inhales sharply.

Careful not to disturb Luke, Reggie slowly lifts up the edge of the covers. He takes in a quiet breath and, before he can psyche himself out, leans down to take a peek.

He slaps a hand over his mouth.

We’re gonna die, Reggie thinks, heart pounding in his chest. Alex and Julie are gonna kill us, and we’re gonna die.

“Luke,” Reggie says, nudging him with the back of his hand. “Luke. Luke.”

“What?”

Reggie bites his lip. He has to be smart about this. Although he doesn’t know how smart he can be with this headache swooping back in. “Do you, uh, usually sleep naked?”

Luke snorts. Reggie’s face heats up. “Yeah,” Luke says.

Reggie’s pulse quickens. “So this is normal?”

“Yeah,” Luke says again, slower this time, an unreadable look on his face.

“In– in the middle of winter?”

“What are you, my mom?”

Reggie squeaks. “I-I just mean, like– what if– what if someone else is in your bed?”

Luke blinks. His lips curl up into a smirk.

“Well,” he drawls, propping himself up on an elbow. “Seems like you already know the answer to that.”

“I-I mean–” Reggie stammers, cheeks growing hot. “You could’ve at least– put some pants on, or, or… um…” he trails off, watching Luke’s eyes rake down his chest and slowly drag them back up again. When their eyes meet, Luke slips his tongue out to wet his lips. Reggie’s skin prickles.

“Now, why would I want to do that if the clothes are just gonna come right off again?”

Reggie has never claimed to have a strong resolve. They don’t make it out of bed for a while.

———

“What the hell is that?” Alex demands.

Act casual. Be natural.

”Yeah, Reg,” Luke smirks. Reggie’s blood runs cold. “What the hell did you do to me?”

Alex rounds on him. “You did this?”

“Did what?” comes Julie’s voice, and Reggie instinctively scans the studio for cover. Julie stops in the doorway, staring at Luke. “What the hell is that?” she asks, tone measured.

“That’s what I said,” mutters Alex.

Reggie glances at Luke, who’s still proudly parading the massive hickey on his neck like it won’t get them murdered. Reggie resists the urge to put his face in his hands and scream.

Julie looks between Luke’s smug expression and Reggie’s guilty-puppy eyes, and Reggie can pinpoint the exact moment it clicks.

“Oh my god, what did we say about hooking up within the band?!”

“Felt fucking good, though,” Luke says with a sly smile. “Reggie’s mouth–”

“Absolutely not,” Julie cuts in, holding up a hand. “I never, in a billion years, want to hear about what happened between you and Reggie’s mouth. Gross.”

“Yeah,” Alex says, raising a pocketed hand. “Me too.”

Reggie’s face grows hot. Hell could open up a trap door to a thousand spikes underneath him right now and it would suck less.

“I’m gonna need a moment,” Julie announces. “You two–” she points between Luke and Reggie “–behave. I’ll be back.”

Reggie hangs his head, shame creeping up the back of his neck. He hates disappointing people, least of all Julie Molina. Now the fate of his spot in the band, and probably his friendship with Julie, is doomed.

He hazards a glimpse at Luke. He actually looks sorry now that Julie’s out of sight.

Alex sighs and turns to them, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Alright, Alex, go ahead,” Luke grumbles. “We know you’ve got something to say.”

Alex watches them carefully for a beat before opening his mouth. “Okay, I don’t wanna say I told you so–”

“Yes, you do,” Reggie mumbles.

“Yes, I do,” Alex concedes, shutting his eyes for a second. “But I won’t, because I know you know you messed up. Okay, we all agreed this wouldn’t happen. I’ve kept up my end of the deal. Julie’s kept hers…” He trails off, shrugging. He doesn’t need to say it, but Reggie can practically hear it. Why was it so hard for you to do the same?

Reggie looks at Luke, then back to Alex before dropping his gaze. He’s just about to open his mouth to apologise when the door creaks open.

“Okay,” Julie breathes, carefully closing the door behind her and stepping into the space. “Now that I’m over the initial shock of…” She gestures vaguely at Luke and clears her throat. “I’ve given it some thought, and I’ve decided…” She looks between Luke and Reggie, biting her lip nervously. “We can make an exception here,” she says finally.

“Wait, seriously?” Luke and Alex say in unison. They grimace at each other.

Julie stares. “Okay… anyway,” she says. “Yes, I am serious. Just as long as the two of you—Luke and Reggie—can keep it professional when we’re together as a band.”

“Yeah,” Alex agrees. “We don’t want personal stuff to get in the way of how we work, right?”

Reggie could almost cry with relief, wrapping his arms around Julie in a tight hug with an earnest “Thank you!” before releasing her so Luke can do the same.

With the air cleared, they disperse to set up for the day. Luke bumps his hip against Reggie and throws him a wink. Reggie blushes despite himself.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Julie pipes up. “In case it wasn’t clear enough: no hooking up on band time. Got it?”

Reggie straightens up and salutes her. “Yes, ma’am!”

He hears Luke laugh next to him. “You got it, boss,” he says.

Julie rolls her eyes fondly, and returns to setting up her keyboard stand.

Reggie feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around, and Luke presses a quick kiss to his lips. It happens so swiftly that Reggie is left stunned; he stares wide-eyed after Luke, who’s already making his way toward his mic.

Somewhere behind him, Reggie hears Alex mutter, “Why do I have to be here?”

#jatp #jatp fic #luke patterson #reggie peters #peterpatter #ruke #ask #jmrothwell #new year prompts #writing prompts #i write things #mine #FUCK. the relief is so great. you’ve no idea #I’m so happy i finally get to share this AHHHH #i hope i made it worth the wait

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thedeathdeelers · 6 months

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a butterfly in the garden

she equates his touch to that of a butterfly flapping it’s wings against her skin — soft and fluttering; surreal and beautiful.

with a slight shake to his fingers, he tentatively draws shapes on her skin, calluses tenderly brushing against warming cheeks and rising goosebumps.

if she closes her eyes, she can almost picture the butterfly wings grazing the skin where his fingers are touching.

she felt worshipped; like she was the only flower in the garden worth his time.

the butterfly hovers over the flower, gently moving closer and closer as it takes in its beauty — the actions almost reverent. it takes its time, worshipping the flower, while the fluttering of its wings causes the petals to sway gracefully in place.

he’s almost hesitant, fingers a hair’s breadth away as he watches the little hairs on the crown of her head shift every time he breathes out. his eyes take in the sight before him, unable to believe that she was real.

she was the most beautiful flower in the garden; the whole world revolved around her beauty.

and he was just a butterfly who was lucky enough to have found her.

#?????????? i have NO idea #…that’s it that’s all i got and it’s midnight soon so like #HAPPY JUKE JEUDI!#lols #jatp #juke #jatp fics #this was in my drafts since like may or april. figured i’d throw in a couple more lines and call it a day lol #julie and the phantoms

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onlygenxhere · 25 days

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oh no charlie’s insta post is very much giving luke patterson but like alive luke who is married and on his honeymoon with julie or some shit 😭🫡

So speaking of all the posts and stories he's been posting from Bali. The story that starts like this...

He's blocking the whole background and I had this idea of luke doing this and backing up to reveal a very pregnant julie standing further down the beach in something very "flowing in the wind" and she's laughing at him as he runs toward her. He gives her a hug. Leans over, gives her belly a kiss then runs back to the camera and winks before cutting the video.

#jatp #juke #charlie giving luke vibes #and fic ideas

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squishiefelix · 8 months

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When Luke suddenly starts to cross over, Julie, Reggie and Alex are freaked out, and Julie and Luke start a final embrace until he's gone. Reggie and Alex are convinced they'll go too but they don't, they're just left without their best friend.

A week or two later, Julie's still struggling with the idea of Luke not being around (it's hard even when it's a ghost) - but there's gossip of a new boy going around, Julie doesn't care, even when Flynn talks to her about him... Until she sees him, Luke Patterson. If there's one way to make a first impression with the new boy, it's running over to him and screaming his name as if you've been torn apart for centuries... And if there's one way to break Julie Molina's heart, it's for Luke Patterson to look at her like she's the weirdest girl he's ever seen and walking away. When Julie tells Flynn about the new boy being Luke, Flynn is just as confused as her, maybe even more because 'that boy looks nothing like your phantom'.

Julie tells Reggie and Alex about him when she gets home and they're very excited to know she saw Luke again, they almost totally ignore the fact she said he walked away from her. When she tells them what Flynn said Reggie's like 'well what if it's just us that can see him as Luke' and they realise they must still be connected to him somehow.

Except when Julie tries to perform with Reggie and Alex in front of Luke (because again, what other way to make a great first impression on the new boy than singing with your 'hologram' band?) but when she's done he's like 'yeah that was a show alright... I loved the bit where you just skipped around the stage singing acapella, you might want to sign up for therapy'

Julie, Reggie, Alex and Flynn don't understand how their supposed Luke doesn't see Reggie and Alex because Flynn saw them perfectly fine...

And I haven't thought of anything after that I just like the idea of the angst it would cause :)

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #flynn taylor #i'll just keep dropping my little jatp fic ideas here for fun #and to put you all in pain #if you've seen the ending of the little vampire you might get me

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lydias--stiles · 1 year

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#23 gives off such strong juke wedding cake ceremony vibes i want to CRY

23. A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating

(brother's best friend au)

Julie's eyes scrolled over the peanut butter chocolate chip cookie recipe: all-purpose flour, baking soda, baking powder, sea salt, unsalted butter, peanut butter, sugar, eggs, vanilla, chocolate chips.

LF Performing Arts High School had a bake sale tomorrow, and Julie had uncharacteristically forgotten about it until Kayla sent her a reminder. She was just so busy with assignments and piano lessons, that cookies were the last thing on her mind.

Julie was stubborn, however, and refused to relent and buy a box of cookies from the grocery store. She was better than that. Dumping the dry ingredients into a large bowl, she started folding them together.

Upstairs, a bark of laughter erupted from Reggie's bedroom. As always, her brother had invited Luke over. He basically lived here at this point. Reggie became friends with Luke in their Freshman Year, when Julie was in Eighth Grade, and hadn't left each other's side since. They were seventeen now. Alex Mercer often joined them, but it was always Reggie and Luke.

Blocks of softened butter and eggs fell into the flowery mess. Grabbing the mixer, Julie blended it into a smooth dough, adding the rest of the ingredients in the end. Few curls had fallen out of her bun. Aggravated, her lips pressed together as she puffed and kept them away from the mixture.

By the time her fingers clung with cookie dough, molding it into discs, the boys ran downstairs.

"Julie," Reggie called, gliding into the kitchen, "Dad's asked me to pick up Carlos from baseball. Can you do it?"

Her brows raised and held up her hands. "What do you think?"

Her brother groaned. Behind him, Luke appeared and hoisted himself up on the free space of the kitchen island. He eyed the sheet of cookies curiously, though didn't say anything. Julie's gaze lingered on him for a prolonged beat before she forced herself to address Reggie.

"It's literally not that big of a deal," she argued. "You know I have the sale tomorrow. And I picked up Carlos last week."

"I have Luke over."

"Luke's always over."

"That's true." Luke chimed in, much to Reggie's dismay. The boy looked at his friend as though he'd committed treason. Julie hid her smile behind a loose curl, amused. "C'mon, man, I'll be okay here. I'll do homework, or something."

Reggie snorted. "Sure." It seemed resolved, though, and he grabbed the car keys from the counter. They jingled around his finger. "I'll be back in a snap!"

Luke and Julie waved goodbye at her brother. The moment the front door closed and silence encased the house, did her heart rate tick up. Peeking at Luke, she already found him staring at her.

The effect of having Luke over all the time, of having him be Reggie's closest friend, was that he also got to know Julie. Breakfasts, dinners, school hallways, car rides, trips to the movies, concerts. They became close as well. Only... Reggie didn't know that.

So close, in fact, that they kissed a couple months ago at a Carrie Wilson house party. In a dark hallway. For, like, thirty minutes straight. And then they continued doing that several times afterwards.

Julie knew it was typical of her: of course she had a thing for her brother's best friend.

(How could she not? He had dreamy green eyes and fluffy brown hair and a perfect smile and he wore sleeveless shirts and played the guitar the same way he spoke to her: impassioned and electric.)

Luke hopped off the island and slid beside her, tucking a curl behind her ear. "It smells good."

"Thanks," she smiled.

"Have you tasted it yet?"

She shot him a strange look. "Of course you're the type of person to eat raw dough."

"C'mon," he drawled, looming over her with an infuriating grin. Anticipation swarmed in her stomach, her hands at her sides to refrain from touching him. "You're not even curious?"

"I know it's good. I've made the recipe before."

Sticking out his index finger, he went for the bowl. She slapped it away.

"Jules!" he exclaimed, scandalised.

"This is for the bake sale!" she chastised, but her voice was light and teasing. Jules, she loved that nickname. "If you want to taste, use a spoon."

With a roll of the eye, he moved around her and opened the cutlery drawer, grabbing a spoon and finally dipping it into the dough. Julie continued pressing the remainders into the baking sheet, perfect circles lining each other like soldiers. From the corner of her eye, she watched Luke taste it.

He hummed, pleased, and directed the spoon to her. It still had a dollop of dough on it. "You try."

It honestly sucked keeping their attraction a secret. They weren't in a relationship, but acted like a real couple when they were alone. They texted until she fell asleep, he snuck excerpts of unfinished songs in her locker to know out what she thought of it, she conveniently did her homework at the diner he worked at. It was almost perfect it hurt. Julie didn't want to upset Reggie and Luke didn't want to lose his best friend.

So, she took the chances as they popped up. Like now.

Pushing his hand aside, she stretched on her tiptoes and kissed him. The spoon clattered on the island, his arms instantly curling around her to keep her pressed against him. Her mouth puckered into a smile at the taste of cookie dough on his tongue. Giggling, she tilted her head back and felt him chase her, nose bumping against her chin.

"You taste like peanut butter," she laughed.

Luke smiled, "You always eat PB&J sandwiches, so that's a win to me."

There was something tender in his gaze as he said it. The words were casual, but his intent gaze and soft tone made her feel weak in the knees. God, she liked him. She really really liked him and his stupid comments.

He kissed her again and again, until she reminded him in a haze that she had to finish her cookies. Luke didn't take that as a hint to give her space. Instead, he hugged her from behind and watched from over her shoulder as she prepared the last of the dough into discs. It felt like a move plucked straight from the 90s rom-coms she and Flynn liked to watch.

Finally, Julie placed the tray into the oven. Had they been aware of the time, they would know that out of rush hour, it wouldn't take Reggie that long to pick up Carlos from practice. But kissing Luke — being with Luke — made her mind deliciously empty.

The front door swung open.

"Whoa."

The couple jumped apart in fright and whipped their heads to the sound. It was Carlos. The boy stared at them with his eyes wide like saucers, equal amounts aghast and disgusted. "What the heck."

Julie shot towards him with her hands clasped together. "Carlos, I'm begging you, do not tell Reggie. You didn't see anything."

Her tween brother was a menace, though, and raised a cocky brow. "Lemme think... no."

Julie groaned, considered the idea of murdering her little brother, and almost acted on it, when Luke jumped in to help. With a dazzling smile, he said: "Carlos, I'll play League Of Legends with you if you don't say something."

"Say what?" Reggie walked through the door, oblivious to what had just transpired.

Carlos' mischievous expression turned innocent and toothy. "Luke's gonna play League Of Legends with me!"

Julie's eyes closed in relief. Thank God her brother couldn't resist bargaining. Luke's hand, that had found its way on the small of Julie's back, fell to his side. She already missed it.

"Oh!" Reggie appeared surprised. "That's cool of you, buddy."

Luke shrugged. His cheeks were red. "No big deal."

"I'm, um." Her voice sounded strained, not her own, rather one of a girl that has lied to her brother for months about the boy she was kissing just moments ago. "I'm gonna— go. To the studio."

Reg eyed her strangely. "You okay?"

"Yep." Julie put her thumbs up. "I ate some of the batter and I'm feeling a little woozy, so, um—" Gaze flitting from a guilty Luke to a confused Reggie and smug Carlos, she left her sentence open-ended and beelined to the studio.

God, liking her brother's best friend might be the best and worst decision of her life.

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send me kiss prompts for juke!

#i am absolutely feral for the brother's best friend trope #sorry i didn't do your wedding idea!#kiss prompts #juke #jatp fics #julie and the phantoms

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legolasghosty · 5 months

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also #13 (if it's ok to send more than one number)

Absolutely it is okay to send more than one! And BOY did you pick a good second one!

13 is Easy for You to Say by 5 Seconds of Summer. So funny story, I actually already have a fic that's based roughly on this song, and I used it for a prompt fill back in February! You can read it here! HOWEVER I still have just so many feelings from this song about Alex. So there's MORE! It probably takes place in the same universe as that fic, but different times.

So this song just feels like an ongoing argument between Alex and his parents. He kinda gets outed to them when they go through his phone and see some of his texts with Willie. They freak of course and insist that he can 'stop being gay' or something stupid like that. That he just has to stop spending time with all those 'bad influences', namely Willie. And Alex is scared and says he'll try, but like... he knows he can't. Cause he tried to not be gay for years. It just doesn't work. Easy for them to say it, but impossible for him to do it.

So probably the actual fic would be the aftermath of one of these arguments. Alex is freaking out cause they keep telling him to stop being how he is, and he always promises to try, but he just can't try hard enough, can't be good enough. And he knows himself well enough to know he doesn't really want to be. He doesn't want to give up the little flutter in his chest when Willie laughs and the steady weight of a hand in his own and the happy warmth in his limbs when they kiss. He doesn't want to give that up. He just wants the fighting to stop. But he knows it won't, because they won't change and he can't be what they want.

Hgngggg I have way too many feelings about that song. Thanks for asking about it!!!

(Send me a number between 1-100 and I'll tell you what fic I'd write based on that song from my Spotify Wrapped!)

#legolas tag #legolas answers asks #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #alex mercer #It took me ages to find that fic posted #cause I couldn't remember for the life of me if I'd actually posted it or not or where it would be #also there's followup ideas in the google doc the fic is in #do I have time to write them?#Nope #but I still wantttt

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pink-flame · 2 years

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Moodboard and summary for a hypothetical fic I haven't actually written yet for @jatp-sci-fi-week , Free Day

Luke Patterson’s life is pretty normal. Sure his parents are older than any of his friends’ parents are, and sure every time he gets caught playing the guitar they act like he’s admitted to doing drugs but he loves them and he knows they love him. Besides he’s always been pretty good at sneaking around. So despite his parents irrational fears he’s got his guitar, and he’s got his band, and he’s got a pretty good life. He’s even got growing feelings for the new girl at school, Julie, a wrecking ball of musical talent in her own right. But his life turns out to be anything but normal when Julie finds an old photo album while going through her mom’s stuff, an album full of pictures of her mom in high school. An album full of pictures of Luke in high school. Then the truth comes crashing down on him like a cartoon anvil from the sky. He’s not the original Luke Patterson. He’s a clone his parents had been desperate enough to beg some shady, unethical scientist named Caleb to make after their first son got himself killed before a gig eating a tainted hotdog. Suddenly some things in his life start to make a lot more sense while others make no sense at all. What was his connection to Julie’s mom and who is he really? And if he is a clone of some guy who has already lived and died, is he a real person at all? Maybe he’s just a ghost.

#juke #jatp #my fics #jatp sci fi week #jatp sci fi week free for all #yes this would be a somewhat angsty fic if it ever happened #but it would have a happy ending #cause that’s how I roll #oh how I love to find every way to incorporate the from the past thing into an idea

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erenthegreywolf · 2 years

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Ok but what if Julie buys the guys Squishmallows one day and they're all just like what is this it's so soft i love this hello?? you can't tell me they don't cuddle them when they feel sad or anxious when Alex is having a freak out he finds his mallow and does his strut, Luke takes his with him to visit his parents, and Reggie cuddles his on off days when shit becomes too much

give Luke and Alex dogs and like imagine Julie gives Reggie a horse i mean look at HER hefbvuebr her name is ROSE SHE'S PERFECT

jeuefverorbbr and Reggie gives her to Julie sometimes when she misses her mom i just wanna see Reggie surrounded by horses AND 2 OF THE CORGIS ARE NAMED REGINALD AND REGINA LOOK AT HIM ITS FATE

i have Squishmallows and i thought the boys would like some, this could work for any au really whether they stay ghosts or they're alive

bru this is so long wtf i didn't know i had such strong emotions about this anyway bye

#ern thoughts #good tag?#julie and the phantoms #jatp #add in luke melting over finding reggie asleep with his mallow and im happy #and alex and luke hitting each other with theirs when they argue #jatp fic idea #fanfic ideas #fanfic inspiration

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preoccupied-educator · 1 year

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moodboard: juke

(for the college AU/songfic I’ll likely never write)

Woke up, had a dream about you We were parked in a Pontiac, making out, no internet Ten things I hate about you, honestly nothing

We talk all of the time and I love it So what are you doing tonight?

If you wanna come over, watch Friends and then get high Use my phone as a coaster, we'll travel back in time Lights on the ceiling, we're more than a feeling If you wanna come over, act like it’s 1999

- Like 1999

#juke #jatp #‘like 1999’ is such a Luke song #no i will not be taking questions at this time #this fic idea is mostly just vibes so 🤷🏼‍♀️#i like the moodboard though #educator rambles #moodboard

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missjoolee · 10 months

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This is a mixture of shower thoughts fic and lying in bed after taking a sleep aid fic, so is it good? who knows. but apparently ao3 is down so enjoy! lol

Warning: not proofread at all.

the band has been working diligently to make a name for themselves and while they have a decent following, they’ve all had to take day jobs

on one of the days they are all working, julie almost misses a call form a record label that recently saw them perform and would like to sign them on

she says she is excited by their offer but would need to speak to the rest of the band first, to which they are understanding and even offer to email a pdf of the first draft of the contract to them to review and they can set up a time to meet if things look satisfactory

she rattles off the band email before ending the call and texts the band group chat before heading back to work after her break

“a label wants to sign us! contract in band email. can’t wait to go over it with you guys! <3 <3″

she feels her phone buzz with an incoming response as she’s walking back to the front of the store she works at and quickly checks it.

L- yes! rock n roll hall of fame, here we come!

as she is reading that, another texts arrives and she laughs at Luke’s impatience

L- emails not there yet :(

back at the front, the afternoon rush hits and julie doesn’t have time to check her phone, but she’s felt it go off several times in her work apron and, while she’s never hated the customer service industry, she absolutely cannot keep a giant smile off her face the whole rest of her shift

so she’s a bit blindsided when she finally gets to check her phone again as she grabs her things from her work locker and the first message she sees is

L- I’m not signing this.

it must be a real bad deal then. her heart sinks as she continues reading

A- ?

R- oooo bad money deal?

L- money is fine.

L- not a good fit for the band

A- how do you mean?

luke didn’t respond and the next message comes 20 minutes later

A- F that. i’m not signing either

R- guys. what is going on?

R- oh

R- okay, yeah no

by now Julie’s anxiety is starting to climb because how could it not be a good fit? this label is known for signing bands in the pop-punk genre. What on earth would make the guys turn this opportunity down? an opportunity they have worked blood, sweat, tears and years to get. How could they dismiss it so easily?

she needs some time to think (but does she really? it’s the anxiety talking) so instead of responding, she pulls her bag strap over her shoulder and begins walking towards the exit, tying her hair up in a real messy bun to keep herself from picking at her fingernails

The clouds in the sky are pinkish purple against the darkening sky as the sun is low enough to be blocked by the surrounding buildings. heat still emits off the parking lot pavement, alluding to the Hot summer days thar have fallen upon the city.

Julie takes a deep breath before heading to the employee parking

Luke is leaning against the back of her car

"Luke? What are you doing here? Is everyone okay?!"

"Yea, Boss. Everyone's fine," he reassures her before pulling her into a hug. "I just wanted to see that million dollar smile."

Julie can't help but smile

She holds him tighter as her thoughts quickly jump back to the contract. She questions him about the group chat. How could they possibly all be saying no?

His arms tense around her, before letting her pull back to look at his face. He reveals that the contract actually starts off pretty decent. The label just had one stipulation that was a deal-breaker.

What? What could possibly be a deal-breaker when the rest is that good?

"If we sign it, they'd be able to force the band to undergo cosmetic dentistry."

"Oh." Her stomach drops. She wants to look away from the boy she's described as having the perfect smile. Alex and Reggie are basically right there with him. She forces her hands to stay put, but they scream to cover her mouth, her face. Her eyes drift down and stop on his Adam's apple. This is about her.

One of his hands gently cups the side of her face, tilting it so she is looking up at him again. His eyes are sad.

She can't stand it. She can feel tears welling in her eyes "I- I could do it."

He's shaking his head vehemently before she can finish. "No, Jules! You are perfect and beautiful just as you are. If they can't see it, then they aren't the label for us."

"But-"

His other hand moves up to cup her face in his hands.

"Be who you are, don't compromise, julie. Fuck them."

Julie is overwhelmed in that moment. Tears break free of her lashes, but a laugh rings out as she pulls his face to hers.

His lips ground her and she cant believe how lucky she is to have such a supportive boyfriend. She pulls back and remembers the others immediate refusal to sign as well. She couldn't ask for a better band and family. She thanks her mom for the millionth time for bring them to her.

She sniffles from the tears but a smile is back on her face as she teases him. "Did you quote our own song at me just now? What a dork."

He's grinning back. "Well, the gal who wrote that line is pretty smart."

He pulls her to the passenger door "let's go home"

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1mnobodywhoareyou · 2 months

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You bought him a cake that said 'nice ass, bro' for Reggie/Willie because I feel like either of them would

INNY WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?! (this is at most T rated and not spiralling out of control BUT STILL)

“Dude,” Alex laments, “stop moping. This is getting ridiculous.”

Reggie pouts, “He’s not picking up any of my hints! I don’t know what else to try.”

“You could try, I don’t know, talking to him? Directly.” Luke chimes in from the other side of the room where he’s fiddling with his guitar.

Reggie groans dramatically, throwing himself face down onto the couch.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbles into the cushion.

“You are being next level dramatic right now,” Alex says, unimpressed.

“You don’t get it.”

“I… *I* don’t get it?”

“He’s like. The world’s prettiest person.”

“Well aware, Reg. Are you living in an alternate universe where Willie only exists to you, or…?”

“Shut up,” Reggie says, again muffled by the cushion.

Alex pats Reggie’s head patronizingly. “Alright, well you have fun eating the furniture because you can’t figure out how to use your words. I’m going for ice cream. Bye!”

“If you see Willie tell him I love him!” Reggie calls from where he’s still lying. He’s turned his head to the side so that his voice will at least carry.

“Tell him your own fucking self.”

Alex grabs his keys and leaves, the door slamming behind him.

Reggie groans.

“Wow, not even ice cream can help. You must really be suffering,” Luke comments, setting his guitar down beside him.

“Ice cream doesn’t solve everything, Luke,” Reggie whines. He freezes and then jolts upright. “Wait!”

Reggie quickly throws on his shoes and runs after Alex. “Alex! Wait!” he calls desperately.

–

“I can’t believe you convinced them to write that,” Alex sighs as he starts the car.

“It’s amazing what a good tip will do,” Reggie beams. He starts giggling, “That’s what he said.”

“You are a child, I swear.”

“You’re just grumpy ‘cuz you’re boring.”

“I’m not boring and I’m not grumpy.”

“You’re always grumpy. Maybe you need a good tip too,” Reggie mutters.

Alex gapes at Reggie. “I get plenty laid, thank you very much.”

“Okay, well can we get me laid please? Go go go.”

“Jesus, next time I’m leaving you at home.”

“The cake is going to MELT, Alex.”

“I still don’t know why you needed fucking ice cream for this,” Alex mumbles.

They sit in relative silence for the drive, Reggie’s knee bouncing excessively and Alex trying not to lose it on him. When they finally pull into the parking lot, Reggie bolts out of the car.

“Reggie!” Alex calls, “You forgot your fucking cake.”

Reggie doubles back and scoops it out of the backseat where he’d buckled it for safety. He runs up to the building, jimmying the door open like he always does. Sure he could buzz up but where’s the fun in that?

He jogs up the stairs, all three flights of them, and stops in front of the familiar green door panting for breath.

Just as he’s about to knock, the door opens. Willie stands there stunned for a moment. “Reggie? What are you-”

“I brought you cake!” Reggie exclaims, shoving the plastic dome into Willie’s hands. The lid is frosted up from being out of the freezer for a while, obstructing the message on top.

“Cake? Why? It’s not… Reggie, why are you here?” Willie sighs.

“Just,” Reggie pushes Willie back into the apartment. He grabs the cake back and sets it on the counter, pulling the lid off and presenting it back to Willie.

“‘Nice ass, bro’?” Willie reads with amusement. “Bro?” he clarifies. “Is this you telling me-”

“That I think you have a very nice ass. Yes. And I would very much like your ass to be in my general vicinity much more regularly. The ‘bro’ might have been me freaking out. And… Ohmygod, kill me now.”

Willie chuckles and takes the cake from Reggie, setting it back down. “I’d also like my ass to be in your general vicinity much more regularly, Reg.”

“Yeah?” Reggie looks up at him sheepishly.

“Yeah.”

“As like… a friend thing, or?”

“No, not as a friend thing, you numpty. As a, ‘maybe even naked once in a while thing.’”

Reggie’s face feels unbearably hot and he imagines the colour matches. “Yeah, naked every once in a while sounds kind of great.”

“Okay, then.”

“Okay.”

“So are you gonna kiss me or are we skipping that part?”

“Oh. Oh, right. Yeah. Let’s do that. Please,” Reggie stammers.

Willie laughs and reaches out to pull Reggie closer. Reggie closes the distance, pressing their lips together.

Nobody really complains about the melted ice cream cake on the counter later.

#thank you!#i have no idea if this even makes sense but the idea hit me and now here we are #hope you like it #answered ask #prompt fill #nobody writes #nobodys fics #wiggie #jatp

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bbreaddog · 3 months

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RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Tagged by @floating-in-the-blue and @jmrothwell 💕

SC would be upset at Bobby for going to get signed as a solo act behind their backs, not knowing Bobby was coerced into it bc Caleb has blackmail material on him

I, too, will not be tagging as many people as there are words in the sentence simply bc idk that many people

Tagging: @noworneverphantom, @60sec400, @1mnobodywhoareyou, @fiddlepickdouglas, @lou-writes-things

#jatp #jatp fic #bobby shaw #caleb covington #sunset curve #tag game #mine #i write things #this is like. part of an idea for YGSTL plot……..#so far it’s the most expandable one of the 4 other vague ideas i have 👀#and as always @ ppl i tagged #no obligation to do this #ygstl fic

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thedeathdeelers · 1 year

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synchronisation

they say if you stare into someone’s eyes long enough, your heartbeats sync up.

luke remembers his mom telling him about that, remembers seeing her small wistful smile as she turned to look at his father — he also clearly remembers feeling nauseous at what he considered to be way too much PDA for him to deal with when it came to his parents.

he honestly never really believed in what his mom told him, or more specifically, always figured it was just basic coincidence — there must be millions of people out there whose heartbeats sync up randomly all the time because well, that’s just common sense. maths. biology. science. you get it.

he would roll his eyes when he heard the girls at his school talking about the same thing, and even gave reggie a wet willie for believing in it.

nothing affected his heart (and would ever affect his heart) like music did.

the vibrations of his guitar strings every time he played a new chord traveling through the guitar’s body and straight into his torso — he felt that in his heart. felt that in his soul.

and he could never imagine something (or someone) else ever having the same effect.

but as he lays in bed in the dark quiet comfort of julie’s bedroom, her face only a few inches away from his, he can’t help but rethink a few things.

he stares into her deep brown eyes, losing himself to them as he wills himself to dive in and drown in her molten gaze. he doesn’t know how long they lay that way — doesn’t care to know, really.

it’s only when she softly places her hand on his chest does he realise an odd sort of fluttering in the space his heart used to occupy.

he doesn’t catch on, his eyes only widening at the feeling (and realisation) when he hears julie’s breathing suddenly become uneven.

he’s frozen for a moment, his body turning numb. he can feel julie’s warm palm pressed up against the odd fluttering feeling in his chest, and it’s only when soft fingertips tentatively trace the curve of his cheek does he snap out of it.

slowly so that he doesn’t scare away his own heartbeat, luke lifts his hand up to his chest, gently placing it over the hand already in place.

he can feel it.

he can feel it through her hand, and all he can do is stare at her in wonder as he feels something he never thought he would again.

life pumping through him.

as julie’s eyes begin to fill with unshed tears, she reaches out to grab his free hand, squeezing it once before placing it over her own racing heart.

and before he even felt it, he knew.

her heart, singing in joy for his newly pumping one, was completely in sync with his newly resurrected one.

and he highly doubted it was a coincidence.

he lets out a surprised (and incredulous) laugh, tears springing to his eyes.

maybe his mom was onto something all those years ago — maybe she was right.

they say if you stare into the eyes of someone you cherish long enough, your heartbeats will sync up.

but he thinks she might not have known about another very important addition:

if you stare into the eyes of the person who owns your heart long enough, then yours will find a way to reach across that line separating life and death just so that it can sing back to it, matching every heartbeat, in perfect harmony.

#lmAOO I have nO idea i apolline in advance this is so like. writing without structure #i just winged it #*apologise #anyway soemthing about his heart wanting so desperately to match hers that it comes back to life etc etc #HAPPY JUKE JEUDI #it counts #jatp #juke #my fics #julie and the phantoms #jatp fics

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