#jatp reggie one shot
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should i start reposting all my old jatp fics now that the show is getting attention again and there could be a possible revival of the show??
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After the show
Pairing: alive!Reggie Peters x reader
WC: 3.2k
Summary: After being away for a few months you were finally back in Los Angeles, just in time to watch your best friend Julie perform with her band. The first time you got to see them live and get to meet them, including the cute bass player.
A/N: Here's something new which probably nobody still counted on getting from me hahah but writing has always helped me cope with some stuff and even though I hadn't pictured myself returning to this, here I am, dealing with life problems by escaping into fanfictions. So, I hope you guys still read it and like it!!
It had been a while since you saw Julie last. You had lived with your dad last semester while your mom had to go abroad for work. That left you at the other side of the country, a six-hour flight away from your best friend and your normal life.
Of course, staying at your dad's wasn't the worst. You got along great. One of the only plus sides of that move was that you could spend more time together, but you also had to get used to a new place and new people. And you missed your friends dearly. Daily Facetime calls to Julie and Flynn kept you going, but those declined in frequency as well. Everybody got busy, so these past few weeks it had been, at most, one call a week. With your upcoming move back home to California, Julie's successful debut with her band and Flynn managing them, there hadn't been a lot of time. Until now.
You were finally back in California, basking in the Los Angeles sun. The hot sand beneath your feet warmed your soul. A content smile graced your face while you were waiting for Julie and Flynn to join you. This felt like home. Definitely.
Your serene moment got interrupted as someone practically fell into you, making you tumble forward a few steps. You were able to keep standing with arms still wrapped around you. With them came a squeak and the call of your name before the figure, which turned out to be Julie, came around to your front. As soon as you saw that familiar face you pulled her into your arms again. Yep, home. "Oh my God, I missed you so much!", you said, squeezing her once more.
"Same! I can't believe you're back! Finally!" The two of you let go of each other and settled onto the sand. "Tell me everything!"
"Well, you already know basically everything," you laughed. "I mean, the last time we talked wasn't even 24 hours ago."
"I know!" Julie took ahold of your shoulders and shook you. "Way too long! I need a play-by-play of your flight."
"Uhm ok, so, when I got to the airport..." And so you told Julie everything that happened at the airport, on your flight, at the reunion with your mom, the ride home, just everything up until the point where she had joined you at the beach. "When is Flynn coming by the way? Shouldn't she be here already?" You looked around hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl amidst the other beach-goers.
"Oh yes, I forgot to say! She actually had to hang back for a bit. She was able to get us a gig tonight, totally last minute, so she had to organize some stuff, but you'll see her later when you come to the show."
"Oh, so I'm invited, huh?" You bumped her shoulder.
"Of course, you are! We made sure to have you put on the guestlist. Then you can also meet the rest of the band! They're so excited to meet you. I mean, Flynn and I always talk about you, so they're always on us about when they actually get to meet you." She laughed at the dorkiness of her friends.
She could still picture the first time you were brought up in conversation in front of them. Flynn had been late to watching the practice and when she finally did come in, she looked a little distraught. Julie had asked her what was wrong, but didn't expect that the reason for her distress was actually your distress. You had just broken up with your partner who was not ready to commit to long-distance, even just for a while, so you had called your friends in tears. The boys had immediately told Julie and Flynn to not worry about practice and call you back and be there for you. Since then, you had been topic of conversation a few times.
"Actually," she continued, "Reggie could not shut up about you being at the show today since we found out it's happening, so you can't disappoint my bassist by not showing up." Julie wiggled her eyebrows at you. That's what you get for one time mentioning that you thought the dark-haired bassist was cute and asking about him. You had kept up with Julie's band, watched all their music videos and the private photos and videos that Julie had sent you.
You felt a warmth spread over your neck and cheeks, slighty embarassed by the teasing. "Oh please, Julie, shut up." You chuckled and looked out at the waves crashing onto the beach. "Of course, I'll be there. I'm super excited to meet the band, too. And to see you perform live!" Looking back at her, you saw the spark in her eyes that had been lost for so long after her mother's death, but there it was, portraying her excitement for making and sharing her music.
The moment got interrupted by an alarm sound coming out of Julie's pocket. "Oh ok, that's me. I actually have to run now," she said while standing up and silencing her phone. "I need to prepare for the show, but I'll text you all the details and will see you there tonight! Ok, bye, love you!" She shouted over her shoulder while already walking away in a hurry. You laughed to yourself at her behavior. It hadn't changed in all this time. You stayed at the beach for a few more minutes, before deciding to go home and get ready yourself.
You looked in awe at the line in front of the club the band was playing at tonight. So many people were here to see your friend perform. It was crazy. And you actually got to walk past all these people to tell the bouncer your name and be let in before all of them. The whole experience was so surreal, but it was everything you had ever hoped for your friend. Inside was already pretty packed as well but Flynn had texted you where to find her, so you made your way through the crowd to the roped-off area at the side which was slightly elevated. You once again gave your name to the woman standing there. She scanned her clipboard before she moved aside to let you in.
You spotted Flynn pretty easily in her eye-catching outfit. She was sitting in the far corner, closest to the stage, typing away on her phone. You walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey there, stranger!"
She turned around quickly. Her eyes widened when she saw you standing there before she jumped out of her seat with a wide smile on her face. "You're here!" She pulled you into a hug. "It's so good to see you! Wait, let me look at you!" You were pushed an arms-length away, so that she could check you out from head to toe. "And you look amazing! Perfect! Show-stopping!"
"Well, I hope not. I did come here to watch the show after all." You took the seat next to Flynn's, catching up with her until the lights dimmed and the show started. You and Flynn immediately got up from your seats as the stage lights came on and illuminated your friend and the rest of the band. Julie's gaze quickly flickered up to where you and Flynn were standing before she started playing the first notes of the song. Actual tears sprung to your eyes as you watched your friend live her dream. You were so proud of her.
You watched her interact with the other band members while performing. They all seemed to have so much fun on stage and you could clearly see their passion for music shining through. More than once did your eyes glance over to the bassist. You had to admit that Reggie looked even better in person than on the screen. He had to know what he was doing when he put on that leather jacket for the performance. Damn.
When the show ended, you actually felt out of breath from all the dancing and jumping and singing along you did with Flynn. The whole concert was so much fun and you could not get rid of the smile on your lips. "So, I am in charge of getting you to Julie's for the after-show party," Flynn turned to you and explained.
"Wait, there's an actual after show party at Julie's? And her dad's fine with it?"
"Yeah, it's just a few people and as long as we clean up and don't make too much noise, he's chill. So, you coming?" Flynn held out a hand for you to take and then skillfully maneuvered you through the crowd. The ride to Julie's turned out to be Flynn's mom who greeted you with a hug. You three chatted for the whole ride, mainly about your last semester and the show, before she dropped you off at Julie's. Before driving off she reminded Flynn to be respectful and considerate of the people living in the house to which Flynn rolled her eyes, but promised to be on her best behavior.
After her mom was gone, she turned to you. "Ok, come on, we need to get some snacks and drinks out before the others arrive." She led you to the garage, which you hadn't entered in what felt like years, and pulled the doors wide open. The lights turned on and as you looked around you realized that not much had changed, except for some trinkets being strewn about here and there. You quickly helped Flynn get some drinks out of the mini fridge and onto the table as well as some snacks when the first few people already started arriving. You easily recognized Nick, one of the first to enter the garage. He hadn't changed much from when you last saw him, still had the same Golden Retriever look to him. Carrie was also easy to spot. She spotted the two of you instantly and came over to greet you. From your calls with Julie and Flynn you were already aware that the feud had ended and there was some kind of friendship blossoming now.
"Hi, girls!" She greeted both of you with a hug before she turned to you. "It's nice to see you! How long have you been back?"
"Oh, just today actually. Been quite a busy day." You made some more small talk with her while other guests arrived and Flynn went off to greet them. It wasn't long until the conersations stopped to greet the arriving band with a round of hollers and applause. The guitarist, Luke, you knew, basked in the applause, entering the garage with raised arms and a grin, ready to high-five his friends that were waiting for him. Julie, Reggie and Alex followed. They had the same grin on their faces, the performance high, but passed up on the high-fives.
Carrie excused herself, but you didn't stay standing alone for long as Julie spotted you and pulled Alex and Reggie over to you. "Guys, I want you to meet someone," she exclaimed and proudly introduced you.
Aley was the first to speak up. He had a nice smile on his face. "Hi! It's really nice to meet you! I'm Alex. Julie has told us so much about you, it's like meeting a legend." Julie hit him in the arm for that comment. "Hey! What? It's true! You're always talking about her like she's a celebrity or some kind of myth. No wonder Reggie-" He got cut off by another hit in the arm, this time from the bassist. "Alright, fine, I'll stop stalking! Anyway, nice to meet you. I'm gonna go over there to my boyfriend." He turned and walked right into the arms of a long-haired guy on the other side of the garage who had been engaged in a conversation with Luke.
You turned back to the other two still standing with you, holding back a laugh. Your gaze fell onto the one who had yet to introduce himself. His eyes were still trained on Alex' back, but as he turned towards you, he realized that your focus was already on him and his cheeks turned red. It only took him a moment to regain his cool though. "I'm Reggie. Nice to meet you!" His eyes trailed your body once over. He shot you a smile. "I can't believe you're even prettier in real life than in the pictures." That earned him another smack against the arm from Julie. He yelped. "Hey! That's not how you treat your bassist!"
"Whatever, go get Luke, I want to introduce him, too!" Rubbing his arm he left, pouting, to get the guitarist. As soon as Reggie said a few words to him, he came jumping right over and put his arms around Julie's shoulder, placing a kiss on her cheek. She chuckled a little at the display of affection. "Luke, I wanna introduce you to-"
He cut her off, saying your name himself. "You talk so much about her. How could I not know?!" He smiled brightly and pulled you into a hug. "Great to finally meet you! How did you like the show?"
"Ah, it was amazing! You all looked so great out there! I had so much fun and everything sounded great! You even played my favorite song," you admitted.
"Oh, and which one is that?" You told him your favorite song, him nodding along to your answer. "Yeah, great taste you got there!" He looked around the room as a group of guys called his name. "Alright, I gotta go entertain for a bit, but we'll definitely catch up soon!" He promised with a wink and another kiss to Julie's cheek.
"Is he always like that?" You asked her.
"Most of the time." She nodded before breaking out into a laugh which you joined.
At some later point in the evening you found yourself on the couch with a drink in your hand. Reggie let himself fall into the seat next to you. "Hi there!" You smiled at him.
"Hi!" The small smile he gave you made him look even cuter. "Sitting here all by yourself?"
"Well, I was just waiting for you to come keep me company."
"Oh." That took him by suprise. "Here I am!"
You tilted your head to the side a bit, taking him in some more. He was still wearing the leather jacket you liked so much during the show with a simple white shirt below it and a pair of jeans. "I really liked to watch you play. I wanted to tell you that before, but you left so quickly."
"Ah, thank you! Yeah." He rubbed his neck as his cheeks turned pink. "Sorry that I left so quickly. I actually did want to talk to you some more! Julie told us you were coming to watch us play, so I- we put some extra effort into making this show amazing!"
"You certainly did! How long have you been playing bass for?"
"So long I can barely remember. I learned the guitar first though," he admitted.
"So you play the guitar as well, wow! I've never had any musical ability. Julie's mom tried to teach me to play the piano a long time ago, but it was completely hopeless." You chuckled at the memory. It was right in this room so many years ago.
"Maybe the piano just wasn't the right instrument for you? I can teach you some guitar if you want. Or bass, if you prefer."
"Alright, I'll hold you to it, but really don't get your hopes up. It might end in an absolute disaster," you joked. "Let me actually give you my number, so we can set a date."
"Oh yeah, totally!" He pulled out his phone and opened it to a new contact. You put your number in and called yourself right after saving it.
"Now I have your number as well." You smiled at him before saving the number into your phone as 'that cute bassist'. You hoped he had seen the name but when you looked back at him his eyes were trained on your face.
An hour moved by as you kept sitting on that couch, talking and laughing with Reggie. Luke, Alex and Julie had each come over for a few minutes but left fairly quickly to give the two of you some space.
"Hey, do you want to get some fresh air? It's getting a bit stuffy in here," you suggested to which Reggie agreed. The doors had been closed by now to keep the noise from reaching the neighbors, so that you hadn't noticed it'd gotten a bit chilly. Before you could say or do anything Reggie already took off his jacket and laid it over your shoulders. You pulled it on tighter as you took a seat on the stairs, the smell of the leather enveloping you. It smelled good, you imagined Reggie to smell distinctly of the jacket as well.
"Can I ask you a question?" He asked warily.
"Of course." You assured him, placing a hand on his thigh.
His eyes fell from your face to your hand. "Are you flirting with me? Like, are you actually hitting on me?" His hopeful eyes found yours again as your smile turned wider.
"Yes, Reggie, I have been all evening."
"Oh, ok, good, so I didn't misinterpret anything." He laughed a little and placed his hand over yours that was still lying on his thigh. "You see, I think you're really pretty. I've thought that since Julie and Flynn showed us pictures of you for the first time. And now I know, you're really funny, too, and I'm just totally blown away by you, so I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me?"
"I would like that a lot, yes. You lnow, I've had this little crush on you for a while now that Julie and Flynn have been making fun of me for. There's something about you that really draws me in." You bit your lip, taking Reggie's attention from your eyes to your lips.
"So, uhm, can I kiss you right now?" He asked.
Your lips spread into a wider smile as you shuffled closer to him on the stairs. "Yes, Reggie, I'd love that." There wasn't much of a gap between your faces anymore now, but he took his sweet time letting you feel his breath on your lips before finally connecting them. His lips moved softly against yours. He squeezed your hand on his thigh and brought the other one up to cradle your face.
You pulled back a little to catch your breath. When there was a crash from inside the garage your gaze quickly flicked to the door to check if anyone was coming out. When nobody did, you turned back to Reggie. "Do you wanna go back inside or keep doing this?" You asked him, hoping for the latter.
"I think, I'd rather stay out here a bit longer." He smiled before catching your lips in another kiss under the starlit sky.
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I'm sorry (JATP One shot)
So here we go, turns out this has been sitting in my google drive for a while. I found it last night and finished it off. It might seem a little rushed, but time passes differently when you are in danger.
What actually happened after Luke, Alex, and Reggie ate those street dogs?
It was the tingling in his hands he noted first, it had started not long after he grabbed the hot dog.
He wished he hadn’t ignored it.
If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be in this situation right now.
He was kneeling beside Alex, who was screaming in pain. He was the first affected. He said his throat felt funny only one bite into the hot dog, now his throat was being burnt.
“Can someone call 911!” Luke tried to call out, but was starting to feel his own throat starting to burn. He watched as the man who had sold him the hotdogs pulled out his cell phone.
“Alex, hang on. They will be here soon!” Luke tried to comfort him. Alex didn’t reply, he couldn’t reply. He was curled up on his side, clutching his stomach. Suddenly, he began violently vomiting with no signs of stopping. He continued vomiting until splashes of red turned into a river of red.
“The hot dogs must have h-had battery acid on them,” Reggie said behind Luke. Luke turned to look at him and noticed he had started sweating. Luke could tell that Reggie wasn't okay, that the front he was seeing was fake. A pit started forming in Luke’s stomach as he realised this was serious. Luke tried to form words but suddenly was overtaken by a stabbing pain in his stomach. It came on so suddenly and painfully that he let out a scream.
“Luke!” Reggie yelled, worried for his friend. Luke tried to take deep breaths, to tame the pain but it didn't work. Instead, he put on a fake smile to make sure he didn't worry Reggie.
This can't be happening
“I'm all good, go, grab my drink. Quickly rinse your mouth out.” Luke told him, hoping it would rid Reggie's mouth of the battery acid.
Reggie nodded his head. He went to stand up but instead crumbled onto his knees before falling forward.
“Reggie!” Luke called out before making his way over, clutching his side. Reggie never responded. He felt down to Reggie’s chest and noted that it was rising and falling very slowly.
How was this happening? What was going on?
Luke tried shaking Reggie awake but he wouldn’t stir. He desperately tried pushing himself up from the ground to try and get back to Alex who had also fallen silent. His arms shook before his body collapsed onto the cold, damp street.
His mind began to run through everything. Everything he regretted. This was meant to be the biggest night of the career, of their lives. Instead, the young boy was lying face down in the dirty street, praying the pain would stop.
Why did he have to be so stubborn with his mom? He knew she only wanted what was best for him. After all, he was her only child.
Oh my god, mom.
Luke had suddenly had the realisation that he could quite possibly die on this street, and his mom would never know. His mom; the one that brought him into this world. The one that coaxed him from across the living room to take his first steps. The one that held tightly onto his hand as he walked into school on his first day. The one that bought him his first guitar. The one that had been there when Shirley, Luke’s first love, had broken his heart. The one who wanted the best life for Luke. The one that was worried that playing in a band wouldn’t support him enough on his own. His mother.
An anguished sob escaped his chest that hurt even more than the battery acid in his throat. He was so caught up in his thoughts he hadn’t even noticed the figure walking towards him.
“Hey kid. You’re okay,” The figure tried to comfort him. The figure mimed taking in deep breaths, which Luke mimicked and stopped his sobbing. “What’s your name kid?”
“Luke,” He whispered, trying his best to curl up in a ball hoping to relieve the pain in his stomach.
“Luke, don’t you worry. We are going to get you sorted.” The figure said to him. He could feel something placed over his face.
"My mom, I need my mom." He cried again.
“Don’t worry, we will contact her when we get to the hospital,”
“No, she doesn’t know where I am.” He tried to say under the mask. He kept his eyes closed, hoping that when he opened them he would wake up at home. He could feel his body being moved onto something softer, and he gathered that he must have been loaded into the back of an ambulance.
The figure continued checking him over, and asking him questions that seemed silly for the situation.
What's your name? How old are you? What's the date today? What time is it roughly?
Luke laid there in the stretcher, shivering even though he was covered in blankets as the person continued to ask him questions. When there was a lull in the questions, he quickly jumped in.
“The other guys, where are they?” Luke finally got to ask the figure a question.
“They are being looked after by my buddies, don't you worry.”
The figure continued to poke and prod Luke. Just when Luke thought the pain was going away, another wave rippled through. He felt as if it was ripping his throat apart. Was it ripping his throat apart?
He screamed out in pain and tried to desperately roll onto his side, hoping he could curl up and lessen the pain.
“I'm sorry kid, you've got to stay on your back."
“Please make it s-stop, please I'm b-begging you!” He screamed.
“I've already given you morphine, I can't give you anymore.”
“P-Please, I want my mom,” he cried, trying to move out of the figure's grasp.
“Don't you worry kid, she'll be here soon. We are just pulling up to the hospital now.” The figure told him. He could hear the unclicking of seat belts, and parts of a static voice in the background.
“Attention all units that attended Sunset Boulevard. This is an update that one of the patients-”
“Alright kid, let's go,” the figure announced, loud enough to drown out the radio. Luke opened his eyes to see now 2 figures working around him, getting him ready to offload.
“I'm gonna be sick,” Luke whispered, but one of the figures heard him and quickly gave him a bag just in time to catch his stomach's contents. The figures seemed to work quickly now at getting the stretcher out of the truck, and rushing towards a set of doors, all while Luke continued the throw up. He dropped back down onto the bed, closing his eyes. He was too tired to open them as he was wheeled into the emergency room.
“3 young males, found in an alleyway after accidentally ingesting battery acid. This is Luke, he has been alert and oriented the whole time,” The paramedic began to say as Luke felt himself being wheeled in before they dropped their tone, in a way so they hoped that Luke couldn’t hear
“I’ve just received word from the other crews who should be here soon. One of the males has been unconscious and convulsing since they arrived on scene, the other male has died on route here."
If the pain in stomach wasn’t enough, Luke could now feel his heart shattering.
“W-What do you mean they died? They couldn’t have. Who was it?” He yelled. All they did was turn and stare at him. Luke pushed himself up, trying to escape the gurney, only to be pushed back down by much stronger hands.
“Please, son. You can’t get up,” An older male said. “I’m Dr Macburn, I’m going to do all I can to save you and your friend.”
He knew that these words were meant to bring him comfort, but instead he burst into tears as the reality of potential death set in.
“I need my mom, please,” He whispered through tears.
“We are trying to get a hold of your Mom, Luke. Don’t worry, she will be here,” The older Dr said, holding onto the young boy’s hand.
Suddenly and without warning, Luke began to vomit. He screwed his eyes up and quickly turned to his side, trying to rid the bile but finding it hard to breath. He felt a tube go into his mouth and suck what was remaining. When he opened his eyes, he looked down and saw the stain that should have been green from bile was actually red.
He laid back down and sighed.
“Ring theatres, he is going to have a scope and then a laparotomy, to find out what is happening. We will most likely have to perform a tracheotomy too.” Dr Macburn called out to someone else, Luke was too tired to even open his eyes to see. “I want you to keep a watch on how much blood he vomits. He is obviously bleeding in his gastrointestinal track.”
“Sir, the other kid. I think we are about to lose him too.”
Luke could hear screaming as his mind swam through his thoughts.
What was going on?
Who was the other one on the way?
Who-
He didn’t want to think that thought.
Who was the one that had already died?
“You’re okay, you’re safe. Your mom will be here soon,” A voice tried to soothe him, he couldn’t tell where it was coming from, his eyes scrunched closed as if it was going to help stop the pain. The voice grabbed his arms and tried to rub them in a soothing manner. “Please, stop screaming. You’re okay. We are going to take care of you.”
Screaming? Was he screaming? That was when he realised the screams he had heard before were in fact his own.
He opened his eyes to see that a young nurse had been the owner of the voice trying to comfort him. He could see it in her eyes, she was worried for him. Did she think he was going to die?
“Please help me. Please don't let me die. Please,” Luke cried, grabbing the nurse's hand, not wanting her to leave him. “P-Please, I want my mom. She doesn't know where I a-am.”
“We've called your mom, she's on her way. She'll be here soon,” the nurse told him, brushing the hair out of his face.
He closed his eyes, imagining that the hand running through his hair was his mother's. Through his sobs, he let out a little whisper: “I'm so sorry, mom.”
Luke could feel his throat closing, he thought it was because he was about to cry but it wasn’t. No matter how hard he tried, he could not take deep enough of a breath. He opened his scared eyes and tried to look for the comforting voice from before, hoping they would help. As soon as he made eye contact with the nurse who was still trying to comfort him, she knew something was wrong.
“Sir, he’s stopped breathing!”
“We are going to have to perform the tracheotomy now! Grab the equipment!”
He closed his eyes again, trying to forget the pain and drown out the yelling that was happening around him. It was if he could feel how close death was, and he actually was wishing it would happen soon. He questioned every decision he had made in his life that led to this moment; dying alone knowing that at least one of his friends was already dead, and the other on the brink of death too.
It was at this moment, he noted the cold feeling spreading across him, as if it was the grim reaper himself wrapping the poor young boy in his arms.
“Mom, I’m sorry,” was all Luke could whisper as the darkness overtook him.
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I apologise for any emotional distress this one shot has caused 😂
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Hi could I get JATP Luke x reader where the reader is best friends with Julie and she’s part of the band too but behind the scene she gets bullied at school physically (because people are jealous of her voice) Julie and Flynn never noticed that she tried to cover up her bruises
Thank you for the request, I don't really write for jatp anymore but I've whipped up a little something for you. I also may have gone a little off plot with the above request but I hope you still like it.
No-one had ever realised, or so she thought as no-one have ever commented on it, that she only ever wore long sleeves and she never wore short skirts or dresses. Some might say it wasn't a conscious choice, that she that wasn't her style but in truth she would have loved to wear half the outfits that both Julie and Flynn wore without a care.
The truth was that even though she was part of the band, her peers at school seemed to hate her where they adored Julie and the boys, not like she could blame them what wasn't to like about them. She could handle it when it was just funny looks and sharp words but lately it had been physical. It started with kids tripping her in the hallways so she either fell and grazed her knees or bruised herself when she fell against the lockers. Then it had escalated a few days ago, a group of them had cornered her after school as she was heading out from a late study session in the library, one boy had grabbed her wrist so hard she'd had been left with finger shaped bruises encircling her wrist. They were painful and sore when she moved her arm but she'd been able to hide it from her friends, from her parents, from everyone.
Only she hadn't. Flynn had caught sight of it accidently when she reached across the table for something at lunch and only decided not to say anything when she caught sight of the way she quickly tugged her sleeve back down over it. Now Flynn wasn't stupid, she knew something was up and she was worried but in the middle of the cafeteria was not the place to discuss it. So she went to Julie, who was at a loss for words as to why she hadn't come to them for help as they were friends after all. And because they were in the studio when Flynn approached Julie about it, the boys overheard everything.
"Okay back up, what do you mean she's covered in bruises?" Alex had asked, a little confused as to why a couple of bruises were a worry to them.
"Yeah we all know she's clumsy, could it not be because of that?" Reggie piped up.
"I doubt it when the bruises are shaped like fingers" Flynn shot back, the worry for her friend the cause of her rudeness towards Reggie.
"And the way she has been hiding them, if it was just because of her clumsiness then why would she feel the need to hide them" Julie added, her eyes drifting over to Luke who had been way too quiet considering this was his girlfriend they were discussing but when her eyes found him, she found him lost in thought as if he was going back through his memory to try and find anything that could point to what was happening to their friend. Julie didn't blame him as she'd done the same.
"Wait, do you guys think you could follow her just for a little bit, see if you can figure out what's going on" Flynn suggested, perking up at the thought of getting answers so that they could help her.
"But she can see us.." Alex spoke cautiously as if it wasn't already obvious.
"Yeah but no-one else can so you'd have to be close enough to see but far enough away that she doesn't catch you" Flynn explained and she'd barely finished talking before Luke had poofed out of the studio, clearly with a place in mind of finding her.
Luke knew that she like to spend an hour or so after school in the library to catch up on homework so that once she left the schoolgrounds she didn't have to worry about completing it, which meant she could focus on other things like the band or sneaking off with him. When he landed in the library it was quiet, there was a couple of people in there but she wasn't one of them and a glance at the clock told him she had either already left or she didn't come today. Although something was nagging at him, he was sure she'd mentioned this morning that she'd be joining them at Julie's once she'd finished her English Lit essay so he decided just out of curiosity to wander around the halls just to see if he could find her.
A commotion a little further down the hallway drew his attention and when he turned the corner, not only did he come face to face with the source of it but he found her. She was in the middle of a circle of people, kids he'd never seen before but assumed went to school with her, Julie and Flynn only from the looks on their faces he could tell they were anything but friendly and as he got closer he could hear what they were saying which only confirmed that he was right.
"You're not even that good a singer, I don't know why they haven't kicked you out of the band yet"
"Yeah, you don't really fit in with them, they'd be better off finding someone else"
"And that guitarist, Luke was it, god knows what he sees in you I bet he'd be better off with Julie" a final one spoke as they leaned forward to tug on the oversized hoodie she was wearing.
That was enough for Luke, he'd seen enough, heard enough but he couldn't understand how a teacher or anyone else hadn't heard it and at least come to her rescue as it wasn't like he could do much because no-one could see him. He had to do something, couldn't risk them saying or doing anything else but at least he could tell them back at the studio that their fears had been right. Figuring that if he made enough noise that it sounded like someone was heading their way it'd probably get them to back off enough for her to leave he started banging on the lockers closest to him to make it sound like someone was there hearing everything that was being said and when he chanced a look around the corner he saw that his plan had worked for once.
He could see the group giving each other panicked looks, she was also looking in his direction and when she met his eyes he was quick to wave her over. Thankfully they let her go without a word, obviously not wanting to take the chance of being caught out as bullies and she sighed out in relief as she rounded the corner finally away from their torment.
Only her relief was short lived as she realised that she'd now have to explain what had been going on. Embarrassment and guilt flooded though her as she turned back to Luke as she was expecting to be met with a lecture telling her that she should have told them but instead he was quick to sweep her into a hug letting her know she was safe.
Eventually she would have to explain the full extent of what had been going on but at least now it was going to get better and hopefully with the help of her friends she could put a stop to the bullying.
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on ao3. chapters and one-shots posted in chronological order below the cut.
Summary: Julie never found her way back to music, instead seeking a career in psychology that led her toward research in grief and loss and now a new job as a professor in a college.
Sunset Curve managed to find moderate success as a band and Luke is also contracted as a songwriter at their label.
They’re currently on a short hiatus while they adjust to life with a new family member and Reggie is taking the opportunity to take some classes in person with the slower pace and more stable lifestyle.
Their lives begin to intersect in curious ways.
Primary Relationships: Willie/Alex/Reggie, Luke & Willie & Alex & Reggie, Julie & Flynn, Flynn/Carrie, Julie/Carrie, Julie/Luke, Ray/Caleb, Bex & Everyone
Rated T
Aged-Up, Everyone Lives AU | WIP | JatP
Bex at Covington Records (Rated G)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
the important questions (Rated G)
NEW Chapter 6
bad influence (Rated G)
that's what Christmas means to me (Rated G)
NEW rewrite the pain (Rated G)
come here you little gremlin (Rated G)
it's a trash can, not a trash can't (Rated G)
papa's got jokes (Rated G)
peace offering (Rated T)
what about love (Rated G)
#it won't be like this for long#bex verse#nobodys fics#sunset curve (sans Bobby) as QPP#original child character#willexie#jatp#julie and the phantoms#fanfic
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Julie and the Phantoms
Julie and the Phantoms (JATP) is a one-season-wonder musical comedy series created by Dan Cross and David Hoge, with the notable executive production of Kenny Ortega (HSM, Descendants, Cheetah Girls, etc.). With the recent passing of her mom, Julie gets kicked out of her school’s prestigious music program for being unable to emotionally perform. When looking through her mom’s things she stumbles across a “Sunset Curve” CD and accidentally welcomes the “phantoms” into her world. Luke, Alex, and Reggie, AKA “Sunset Curve”, were a boyband from the 80s that died prematurely. After hearing Julie sing and realizing they can be seen when they play their music, they form a new band, Julie and the Phantoms.
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While the show does employ a dual-focus narrative for the heteronormative pairing of Julie and Luke (never “resolved” because (a) the actor who plays Julie is a minor and Luke is not and (b) the creators were hoping for a second season, possibly with a follow-through for the more age-appropriate love interest, Nick) they also use it for the sort of rivalry that Robynn Stilwell discusses in Smash. Episode six, “Finally Free”, presents the culmination of the competition between Julie and her ex-best friend, Carrie, in their back-to-back musical performances. Carrie and her band, or rather, backup dancers, perform “All Eyes on Me”, a me-myself-and-I song dedicated to Carrie’s greatness and high social status. Though their performance is technically clean and impressive, it also solidifies a class and character difference between Carries and Julie: Carrie’s dad is a rich music executive and she is, in every way, a quintessential Disney-fied mean girl. Julie is by no means low-income, but her single-parent multi-child household and the recent loss of her mother do not position her as privileged either. Notably, Carrie is blonde and white and Julie is multiracial and brown. Though never directly stated, one may argue that this intersectional identity that Julie has is the “other cultural aspect” (Stilwell 384) used to provide deeper meaning for the show. Julie and the Phantoms perform “Finally Free” an uplifting song up to interpretation: free from grief, from judgment, from fear. All of the songs performed by Julie and the Sunset Curve boys stand out from Carrie’s due to their emotional depth and interpersonal interaction: Julie interacts with her bandmates, while Carrie’s are solely there for show.
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The “inevitable coupling” in this series happens through an inevitable, albeit unconfirmed, grouping. In the first episode, we watch Sunset Curve interact with a waitress named Rose, to whom they gift a CD and t-shirt. As they exit the venue, Luke comments about how big their band is going to be, how much that waitress’s compliments resonated with him, and how excited he is to play the Orpheum. Minutes later when Julie’s looking through her mom’s things she stumbles across a Sunset Curve CD and t-shirt. We’re never told Julie’s mom’s name in the show, but given their physical similarities and how much Julie associates her with flowers, it’s widely considered that Rose was, in fact, Julie’s mom. In the final episode, Julie and the Phantoms perform at the Orpheum, fulfilling the band’s dream, and one of her mom’s. Almost every song the band sings together includes a duet section for Julie and Luke; singing/performing is where most of their connection and relationship advancement comes from. As Stilwell concludes, the creators employ duets and musical cinema to “create character relationships that would take longer to establish through normal exposition like dialogue...” (393).
With the exceptions of “Unsaid Emily” and “Perfect Harmony”, every musical interlude is incorporated fully into the physical and time constraints of the series, establishing this as a backstage musical. Most of their singing/playing is in preparation for a performance or purely for practicing and jamming together. There are lots of wide shots showing the band collectively in Julie’s garage, advancing the narrative as they perform.
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Okay but I just saw 31 (what would their tumblr look like) and I need the answer for Reggie, Willie, Carrie and Julie plz plz plz.
Reggie
-all the cute animal pictures and videos he can find with tags in all caps about what a good doggo/kitty/whatever they are
-star wars fanfic and gifsets, some of them made by him (his han/luke coffee shop au is notoriously unfinished)
-obnoxious julie and the phantoms stanning, since no one who follows him knows he is part of jatp and he laughs at the thirsty posts about his bandmates, though the ones about him he never reblogs and even gets accused of being a reggie hater, which makes him laugh so hard he cries
Willie
-every post regarding tony hawk stories he can find, because willie stans him AND thinks it's hilarious no one knows who he is
-pictures of his art/graffiti/faceless shots of Alex (all his shots of Alex are tagged #being gay would do crime for him)
-unhinged cracky posts about cryptids, he reblogs Carlos' Ghoster Toaster blog updates a lot as well
Carrie
-has a very aesthetic blog full of celebrities and her aspirations
-very much tells you who she is in a small bit of self promo and has a pretty healthy following (though she blocks all requests for feet pics)
-does occasionally reblog posts calling for aid around the world, to be the 'good celeb' but always does it for issues affecting the Philippines as it's a part of her dad's heritage
Julie
-uses it as a place to put song lyrics and poems that won't work for the band but she wants out of her brain-a new kind of dreambox (she sets them to private when she doesn't want reggie to find them yet)
-has a whole set of posts reblogged of shoes, even pictures of her own collection, though some more intense sneakerheads give her flak for doodling on hers
-complains about her himbos and band drama in spanish, but she has a loyal bunch of latino followers who are urging her to ask a certain himbo (or two) out already because it's pretty dang obvious how she feels about him/them
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Juke au request:
where sunset curve is famous, julie carrie and flynn are backup dancers for this big epic gig and Luke sees julie right there on the spot onstage
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I got that vivid idea last night I can't write if my life so I asked someone else to write it but they don't write fir that ship it would mean a lot to me to see this fleshed out
hello! sorry i don’t really do requests anymore cause i’m nowhere near as motivated to write jatp fics, but here’s how i think this could pan out:
ok so julie being a backup dancer feels a little ooc for me in the way that i think she should always be the star of whatever she’s doing — and that although luke would be intrigued to see her cause she’s very Pretty, it wouldn’t be enough to fully captivate him. they both bonded over music and it’s how he fell for her so deeply
SO
my idea is that julie finds herself being a backup dancer with flynn and carrie because it was her only way to keep her promise: she still can’t bring herself to sing again after her mom’s death but rose made her promise to always be involved with music, to always have it in her life. so julie does the next best thing: she chooses to dance - she’s still surrounded by music all the time, it’s just slightly different to what she’s used to: she doesn’t sing
and maybe. maybe at this event/gig/festival that both luke and julie find themselves in, that’s where they first meet. i’m thinking that perhaps luke coincidentally walks past her backstage at some point before their performance and hears her hum a song (maybe one of theirs? maybe one by rose and the petal pushers?) and it peaks his interest cause 1. it’s his song (or a song by a legend called rose molina and he doesn’t often hear people listening to rose and the petal pushers) and 2. cause even with just the soft humming he can hear the quality of this girl’s voice
but before he can backtrack and approach her, maybe talk to her about music, he gets called over for sound check and then it’s just a busy day and he kind of forgets/lets it go
that is until later on when he sees the same girl dancing on stage and is a little surprised she isn’t the one singing — and shit, he also notices that she’s kinda cute too.
he’s Intrigued even more at this point. because he thinks he saw her look a little happier humming to a song backstage than she does dancing her heart out onstage
and now he wants to know more
cue him looking her up on instagram, and reggie and alex rolling their eyes at him. cue him going way back down her old posts until he stumbles on the earliest ones on her insta and it’s a short clip of her…singing
like singing singing. and now he’s sat there on their tour bus, mouth hanging open and heart beating in his throat because holy shit this is the most beautiful voice he’s ever hear
so he shoots his shot….and DMs her 👀
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First Line Game
Rules: List the first lines of your last 10 published fics and see if there’s a pattern. Tagged by the wonderful @floating-in-the-blue
Jatp-oneshots – (last story posted here)
Go the fuck to sleep - (peterpatterlina, T) Julie was just drifting off to sleep when the voice directly behind her said, "What time is our session in the studio tomorrow?
A Day in the Life of a Ghost Bassist – (Rated T)
The alarm on the phone Ray gave him just last week went off under Reggie’s pillow and he pulled it out to silence it quickly before it could wake the others up.
Jukebox One-shots (last story posted here)
I heard you calling - (Juke, G) Julie dug her hands into the sand again and again as the light slowly faded from the sky.
Julie and Luke’s Book of Dares – (Juke, T)
The first few lines aren’t mine (they’re from the show) - It’s the most detestable time of year. The forced cheer, the frenzied crowds. The carolers that have had so much eggnog they’ve forgotten the words and of course the couples that are naïve enough to mistake holiday spirit for being in love.
This is me - Love was fleeting, love died.
Love the way you love me – (peterpatterlina, E)
She was dancing.
The Truth is Finally Breaking Through – (Juke, T)
“Julie this suitcase is way too big and what’s this other bag even for?” Luke pointed at the luggage Julie had just deposited beside the band’s new to them van.
Bad Boys get Spankings – (Juke, E)
Luke was just finishing up working on a new song in the home studio when his beautiful wife came in looking stunning.
Fireworks – (Rarrie, Willex, Juke, T)
“Hey guys, here’s the blanket you asked for.”
To Date or Not to Date, That is the Question (Teen Wolf, Rated T)
Melissa checked her hair and makeup in the mirror by the door one more time before opening it to see her date for the night.
An Unlikely Duo – (Carrie and Willie, T)
Willie was just pulling the lasagna out of the oven when he finally heard Carrie pulling into the garage.
This was fun but I'm terrible with patterns. All I know for sure is if it's not Julie's pov then most of the time it's her who is being spoken of or to for 7 out of 10.
No pressure tagging @jmrothwell @invisibleraven @bananakarenina @60sec400
#ask game#first lines#fanfiction#my writing#jatp#teen wolf#always enjoy these#sure do write about julie alot#it's like she's the lead or something
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🛒🎢⛔
Hiiiii thank you for the asks!! <3
🛒: What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.
Hmm, not sure, honestly. I just really try hard to show relationships between characters, friendship and family and romantic, because those relationships are way more important to me than any plot points.
🎢: Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?
1000% Family Matters for about 100 reasons, but mostly because it started as a one-shot little fluff piece about Ray seeing Reggie and offering to be a dad-like figure, and somehow evolved to become a whole-ass second season of the show from Ray's POV. Coupled with the fact that at the time it was the fastest thing I'd written in forever, and then that the response was so crazy I was getting fanart and a zillion comments and someone even cosplayed my Reggie (never over that)...that was as much a wild ride as the plot and writing the fic itself was. It's hardly my best JATP work but damn, I hold that whole experience close to my heart.
⛔: Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?
God, just, so many. There was my scrapped NaNo from last year, which had too dark a beginning for me to stomach at the time (and I never quite figured out how to retool it to get the same feel I was going for for the fic as a whole). And of course there are several for old fandoms I mostly stopped writing for before those particular fics were ever completed. I try not to call something "scrapped" for sure unless there's really no other choice, though. You just never know when you might go back to an old WIP!
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Ooooo JatP everyone works in a high school AU, headcanons?
-Luke and Julie as the music teachers. They teach different, so Julie has the tiny nervous freshmen, Luke gets the second and third years, and Julie takes the seniors.
-If you think you're taking music because it's an Easy Class, you are mistaken, and if you're not super into music because of Miss Molina's enthusiasm, Mr Patterson is gonna be so intense you either get with the program or rush to the Principal after two weeks like: can I please switch to like, pottery or something?
-Reggie as the math teacher who tries to make math easy and fun to understand. He may or may not have built a giant adjustable ramp with Willie to have a whole 'My Cousin Throckmorton' math problem day.
-English teacher Willie. He is delighted by students who turn in essays like 'Hamlet was a little bitch and here's why'. As long as your spelling and grammar is fine and your arguments are sound, he is here for it. Runs the GSA with Flynn. Unofficially voted 'most likely to give people a sexuality crisis'.
-History teacher Alex, who everyone may think is boring but if you're actually listening in class he has all these dry, snarky asides. He also teacher the stuff that's not in the books, and does a whole 'this is how you spot propaganda, and this is how you fight it, whoops how did that video of my friend Bobby punching a nazi get in there, lol anyway'.
-Listen, you know that one time after like, his and Willie's anniversary party or something, he came into his morning senior class, set up the screen, turned on the Puppet History playlist, and just thunked his head on the desk like 'I am so hungover oh god why did I let Luke talk me into those shots'.
-Everyone knows Mr Mercer and Mr Willie ('hey you think it's weird we don't even know the English Teacher's last name?') have a crush on each other. Mr Mercer always gets so flustered when Mr Willie talks to him in the hall or flirts with him at assembly.
-It takes a while to realise that no, it's not a crush, those two are MARRIED and Mr Willie is also Mr Mercer but they thought that would be confusing.
-Flynn teaches media studies. She and Willie do Crossover Weeks where they do like, Pride and Prejudice and stuff. She also DJs every single school dance and helps run the yearbook and the GSA and is generally the Cool Teacher you go to when you have a crazy idea for a club or event.
-Guidance counselor Carrie is terrifying. She's also terrifyingly efficient. If you tell her what your goals are for college, she will have all the scholarships you can apply for ready for you within the week and she will stop at nothing until you achieve your dreams, supportive parents of nah.
If you tell her you have a problem at home, she will get you help so fast, no matter who your parents are. She also strikes fear into bullies everywhere, and is not above using her own former-mean-girl tactics to get into their head and help them realise they need to stop being a shit or she will Destroy Them.
-Principal Victoria is super good at dealing with demanding, entitled parents, but if she's particularly annoyed at one, she 100% sends them to Carrie and sits back and enjoys the carnage.
-Victoria has a list of specific pairings of teachers who are no longer allowed to chaperone the dances together due to Chaos or getting lost in each other's eyes and not realising there is INAPPROPRIATE GRINDING GOING ON. (Luke and Reggie, Willie and Alex)
#teacher au#julie and the phantoms#not!fic#I wrote a thing#willex#luke doesn't have the patience for freshman okay#he also doesn't have the patience to teach stuff they need for the final exams#he HATES exam season#alex also has videos of Willie punching a nazi but Victoria says he's not allowed to show it in class#Bobby doesn't teach at the school but he is like their connection for everything#he's who they call when they need help setting up the giant ramp#and a judge on the talent show every year#and Carrie's Inside Man at PTA meetings#does he even have a kid here? shut up helen he makes the best goddamn bananabread in the county we need him for the bake sale
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I Know It With All My Heart
For the JatP/Stranger Things Crossover that @innytoes and I have come up with: Luke insists on seeing Reggie's "body".
Luke grits his teeth. He smacks his hand against the glass, deaf to his mother’s disapproval.
That’s nothing new, unlike whatever this sick joke is.
“I’m telling you, that’s not Reggie!”
He doesn't know how, but he knows. If his best friend was gone, he would've taken most of the color in Luke's life with him. He would've taken the light out of Julie's eyes.
The way they had flared with determination before he'd gotten into his mom's patrol car is still seared in his mind, along with the bruising kiss she'd given him despite his dad's pointed cough.
"Get answers," she'd whispered, and he has no intention of disappointing her.
He won't let grief snuff her out again.
That thing doesn't even look like a person under the garish lights of the morgue, through the thick window, let alone Reggie.
He smacks the glass again, scowling at the seemingly unbothered coroner.
“You’re state, right? You don’t know Hawkins, you don’t know Reggie’s dad. He’s got kids from here to Chicago. That could be—that could be Ricky, or Jason, or some other bastard no one knows about—"
"Lucas Mitchell!" his mom hisses, as if Mr. Peter's infidelity isn't as locally established as the fucking high school alma mater.
The coroner speaks in a clipped tone. Their face remains impassive.
"His parents have already confirmed—"
"Yeah, well, of course he might lie about it! And it's not like—like they even care!"
"He has a point," his dad mumbles.
Luke doesn't have to look back to confirm that his mom is glaring.
"Don't encourage this, Mitch. Luke, honey, it was very kind of them to let us come. The paperwork has all been squared away. This is only a formality—"
"This is bullshit! Why can't we at least be in the same room as—as him?"
She sighs. "Would it give you proper peace of mind?"
No, but he has to see for himself, to confirm what he already knows.
What he’d known before Willie had told Alex.
Not Dead. Upside Down.
They’re still trying to figure out what that last part means, but that—thing in there.
That body.
It doesn’t add up.
Reggie never goes near the quarry, hasn’t since Ray told them that ghost story about the place when they were kids. And for the state police to shoulder in and produce this thing? To bring in their own coroner? After he and Alex found Willie outside the diner? After those government goons in suits had fucking shot at them, and Willie had snapped their necks with his mind?
Call Luke crazy, but he won’t have peace of mind until Reggie’s lounging in the studio with his bass again, giving him that crooked grin, or shoving his latest country mixtape at Julie, making her giggle, or playing Tetris with Alex, or arguing with Bobby about pizza toppings.
Fucking Bobby. That asshole better be keeping Reggie’s Tamagochi alive out in LA.
Luke swallows a hysterical sob and throws the door open, barreling past the people who attempt to grab him. His mom’s voice drones in the background, and he’s vaguely grateful for whatever she says, because they reluctantly let him approach the slab, the half-covered body.
His heart lurches despite his certainty, despite the fire that’s smoldered in Julie’s eyes since Reggie disappeared, despite every ugly word he hurled at Bobby as he left, and Alex’s insistence that he heard Reggie singing Stand Tall from the stereo, and Willie’s cryptic claims.
Up close, it does look an awful lot like him.
He forces himself to look harder and nearly grips the edge of the slab as his knees buckle.
They got the pattern of his freckles wrong. They forgot the silvery thin scar on his chest from that minor car accident his mom got into about a decade ago. They neglected the sweep of his long eyelashes, the way his right eyebrow is slightly thicker than the left.
He reaches out with one trembling hand, morbidly curious, only for the coroner to snatch it.
“Absolutely not son, we’ve breached protocol enough as it is.”
His mom puts her arm around him, and he lets her usher him out of the room. For the first time in months, he lays his head on her shoulder. She combs her fingers through his fringe.
“I’m sorry, honey. I know he meant a lot to you. It can be hard to move past the denial stage, especially with a tragedy like this. Was that helpful?”
Yes. No. He doesn’t know.
Reggie’s missing, and there’s a fake body in his place, one that they’ll undoubtedly get roped into attending a funeral for. That has to be what’s happening, but anymore, Luke feels like he’s split in two when he’s with his parents, the person he knows he is and the person they want him to be. It’s only gotten worse since Reggie vanished.
He tells a partial truth, one that splits him right down the middle.
“I think so.”
One thing that he knows with all of his heart—they’re going to bring Reggie home.
#the jatp stranger things crossover#when you're in love with your best friend but you have way too much other stuff going on to really process that part yet#Julie knows though#gah I'm like how do I tag this for shipping purposes#peterpatterlina#rukebox#IT WILL BE I don't want to clog the juke tag idk#fics with ash#julie and the phantoms
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Where I Belong - Pt 3
This was supposed to be a one shot but it got a little lengthy. So I broke it into 3 (much shorter) parts. I am so bad with titles.
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Summary: The boys try to figure out what it means to haunt something.
Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3
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“Can a ghost’s haunt be a lifer?” It wasn’t exactly how he intended on greeting his boyfriend. However, after yesterday and comparing notes with the guys it seemed the most likely scenario. Alex just needed to double check, despite how sure Reggie and Luke seemed to be. Willie the godsend that he is, just went with the flow of conversation like this was how they always greeted each other.
“You think your haunt is a,” Willie stopped. His head subtly shifted in a nod as he looked like he had an epiphany, “Julie.”
“What? How did you get that so quickly?” Alex realized his voice had gone up in pitch. He just couldn’t do anything about it. “It took us weeks.”
“Alex,” Willie’s voice went softer and he had forgone the nickname. Probably in an effort to help ease Alex’s anxiety. His voice was nice like that, and Alex loved when Willie uses his actual name, on the rare occasions that he does. Willie continued on, his voice now shifted to a long suffering tone. “The first conversation you and I ever had was 70% you talking about Julie. That night I took you guys to the club, before you all got distracted, it was like every 5 minutes one of you had to remind me of your gig with Julie. Over the past few months, if you weren't talking about the band, you were talking about Julie”
“Well when you lay it all out like that it seems obvious.” Alex mumbles, his own brain remembering back to the first night the guys had literally dropped into Julie’s life. How, no matter how hard she kept trying to push them away, they just couldn’t seem to stop bothering her. Then all his questions and concerns began to flood back, “Ok, but what does this mean?”
Willie shushed Alex as he brought him into a side hug, “Having a lifer haunt isn’t unheard of. Rare but not unheard of.”
Alex nodded, he was tired of being on the special end of ghostdom. Sure it meant he apparently was capable of doing amazing things other ghosts could only dream of. It also meant no one ever had answers for him. He hated not knowing things. The unknown was terrifying and filled with too many scenarios that his brain loved to torment him with. So it was a mild relief to hear that in this instance he wasn’t alone.
“So, when a ghost's haunt is a lifer there are usually limited reasons why.” Willie continued, of course he could tell Alex had more questions, angel that he was. “One, they were closely tied to the lifer when still alive. Or two, the lifer is somehow connected to their unfinished business.”
Alex frowned. Julie had often thought somehow her mom had connected her to the guys. It would also make sense that if their unfinished business was music related they would need a lifer who could make that happen. However, as he thought each option over they didn’t sound or rather feel quite right. “There isn’t a third option.”
“Not that anyone has heard of, hotdog.” Willie grimaced slightly but kept his tone neutral. His hand made comforting circles on Alex’s back.
“Of course not.” Alex sighed. He leaned into Willie. “I think I'd like to worry about that more tomorrow and just enjoy some time with you. If that’s ok?”
“That’s more than ok, hotdog” Willie’s head came to rest on Alex’s shoulder. Alex then understood some of what Willie had been explaining before. Some of the anxiety he didn’t even realize that he was holding onto died a little. Sure they had their haunts that would always feel like home, but that also didn’t make this any less special. It didn’t make this feel any less right.
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OVERALL STORY AN: JATP Fanfic Masterlist; I had read a “know that it’s probably magic” on AO3 by thessaonlike(starblessed). I guess this is my brain's way of playing with the same idea but from the guy's perspective. Also this story came out backwards. Like that last part was the first thing I wrote, so I kinda backwards engineered the story into existence.
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pfp backstory ? just like why you picked it and whatnot. I love it btw
FANTASTIC QUESTION
I love it as well which is why I haven’t changed it bc it is perfect 😂
I think… I picked it the night I spontaneously decided to make this blog (I regret nothing, act on our spontaneous choices it goes great, at least in my case) I was really thinking about what my pfp should be and I think I originally put just the Jatp like logo as it bc it fit nice and was just straight to the point like “I am a Jatp fan and you can tell it in my name and pfp”
I knew the Jatp logo was just a temp thing for a pfp so I was like pondering what I could have it as. And first thing that came to mind was having it be Reggie bc ya know he’s my fav 🥰 and then I was like “Ok… but what Reggie picture of?” I think I just searched like “Reggie screen caps” and then when I stumbled on the beautiful shot of the boys just eating the HGC food I was like “…THIS …this is the one.”
I just think that photo of Reggie eating and it like half in his mouth is just 👌 it also liked that it wasn’t the stereotypical character picture that would be used like it’s a funny pic and I just like that …it’s the first impression someone gets of me 😂 like when you see an account you see the name and pfp and I just love that that’s the first impression you get of me is knowing that this is what I chose for a pfp. It tells you a lot about the individual.
I love that I actively chose this as my pfp and it’s a great one to choose
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another name goes up in lights, you wonder if you’ll make it out alive
Chapter 8: I blew things out of proportion, now you're blue, put you in jail for something you didn't do
Part of @julieandthephantomsbb
Rating: T
Relationships: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Background Willex, Background Kayla/Reggie
Tags: Past Julie/Nick, Alternate Universe, no ghosts, Well kinda but they aren't real, Everyone Is Alive, TV Show, Hollywood, Cussing, Hollywood sucks, All the guys parents suck, Bobby is okay, hollywood is sexist, Sexism, Song references galore, JATP Big Bang 2022, Carrie isn't a good person, Nick isn't a good person
Chapter 8 Posted: 8/14/2022
Summary:
Phantoms, the new Network TV show, recently got picked up for its second season and filming is already underway. The show follows a special government unit tasked with dealing with the supernatural. The series will return Marci Harrison who portrays the lead detective in charge of a group of junior detectives (Reggie Peters, Alex Mercer, Kayla Caro), forensic scientists (Luke Patterson and Julie Molina), and a rookie detective (Flynn Rider).
Julie Molina is enjoying her time on Phantoms, the supernatural detective show. It had been her saving grace after being blacklisted from basically everywhere following her media feud with former Disney Channel costar Carrie Wilson that tanked her music career before it even started.
But with rumors that the show isn’t going to get a third season, Julie is worried about her career completely ending with no jobs or recording contracts in sight.
Add in the fact that even if they get a third season, Julie’s costar might leave the show and go off to pursue his music career.
And Julie is trying to understand why said costar potentially leaving is making her so upset.
Chapter 8 Summary: The aftermath of premiere night
Collection: JATP Big Band 2022
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Julie woke up to an obnoxiously loud pounding on her door. Checking her watch, she saw that it was just after nine. Maybe airing out all your issues and crying was good for sleep because she was out for a good ten hours.
The knocking continued and she groaned. It was time to get back to reality. And reality was doing what Bobby told her she needed to do, which was telling Luke and her friends what happened last night.
And it didn’t take a genius to know who was at the door.
Throwing the covers off of her, Julie rolled out of bed and her feet quickly padded against the floor as she ran to the door, avoiding any mirror so she didn’t see how bad she looked. She didn’t want to deal with this yet, but she also didn’t want any of her neighbors to get mad, or even worse, call the cops on her. Her place might have been more like condos than apartments, but she still had close neighbors connected to her place and they didn’t need to deal with this.
“Oh thank God you are alright!” Luke said once she opened the door. Despite his words, he didn’t look relieved. Instead, his face was a mix of anger and confusion.
She didn’t know what to say. “Hi.”
“Hi? That’s all you have to say? I thought something was wrong!” Luke raised his voice.
“Bobby told you that everything was okay,” she shot back. She didn’t like his tone.
“Yeah after I had lost my mind trying to get a hold of you. And apparently, you weren’t okay if you didn’t make it last night.”
“I’m okay,” she reiterated.
“I don’t get it, Jules, why weren’t you there last night? I wanted you there. You are my best friend!”
Julie didn’t answer him right away but instead went to the door behind him to close it, giving one of her neighbors walking by a small smile to show her that everything was alright.
“Do you not think I wanted to be there last night? Of course I did. I wanted to support you!”
“Then I don’t get what happened! Why weren’t you there last night and instead were with Bobby? I’ve been up all night trying to figure it all out.”
She had to do it. She had to rip the band-aid off. The mention of Bobby and of last night reminded her of what he told her. And he was right, she needed to tell everyone why. “I wasn’t there last night because I wasn’t invited.”
She saw the confusion in Luke’s eyes as if his brain was recalculating. With all of the scenarios last night, she was pretty sure that her not having an invite wasn’t one of them. She didn’t want to know what he had come up with.
“What are you talking about? Of course, you were,” Luke said, his brain finally catching up.
“No I wasn’t Luke, I didn’t get an invite,” she told him. She wanted to avoid telling him what his team had told hers. But she knew deep down that she wasn’t going to be able to.
“Then there must have been a miscommunication because of course you were. Your name was at the top of the list I gave my team.”
“There wasn’t a miscommunication Luke.”
“There had to have been. Why didn’t you say anything to me?”
He was starting to piss her off. “Because you were so fed up with people asking things about the premiere that you even had me promise you that I wouldn’t bring it up,” she shot back.
“I was frustrated with people asking me what celebrity was showing up when and if I knew who was going to be at what after party. This is completely different. I wouldn’t have been mad if you had asked me about why you for some reason didn’t get an invite.”
“Well I took your advice anyways and had my people call your people,” she reiterated, getting annoyed, and therefore, becoming sassier. “They told my people that my name was taken off the list on purpose. They thought that it would be best if I wasn’t there.”
“Why the hell would they-” Luke started to say but Julie gave him a look. He knew the reasoning, he had definitely heard it from his team before. “That is absolutely garbage, why didn’t you tell me they said that, I would have-”
“You would have what? Made it worse?”
“I would have told them to fuck off and to stop being fucking dicks.”
“Yeah, well maybe they have a point.”
“What point?”
“Maybe drama does follow me wherever I go. Maybe I will hurt your career. Luke, look how much drama I created in the last twenty-four hours.”
“This,” Luke pointed right at her. “Is not drama! It is absolute bullshit that I’m going to handle right now.” He went for his phone and pulled it out.
“Don’t! I’m over it already. It’s just going to make it worse.”
“Julie, this needs to be taken care of. It’s the premiere now, what will it be in the future? It will only get worse if I don’t do anything!” He yelled.
“Stop yelling at me!”
#jatp juke#julie and the phantoms#luke patterson#juke#julie molina#jatp#juke fic#alex mercer#reggie peters#flynn jatp#willie jatp#bobby wilson#carrie wilson
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Would love to hear more about ‘the amanda bar effect’!!
Sending lots of love to you 💙💙💙
Hey Hey! I'm glad you asked about this one because this is on the brink of becoming a fic I never finish. The whole fic is based on a story about my Sister-in-Law one night out at a bar with some friends. She is a friendly adhd style drunk and would constantly leave the friend group to make friends and then bring them back to the table before running off to find someone else, but most of the time it was men who were interested in her and were not exactly interested in hanging out with her friends and getting ditched :X and she also forgot their names and would introduce them with food nicknames.
My brain went. "how can you make it jatp?" and I started this. It's also a Juke meet cute, but i don't have that part written yet. It's another one I thought i had written more of but in reality i had just made bullet points after awhile to get all the thoughts out and now anytime i go to it, i read what i have and then get tired at the idea of elaborating from the bullets so it's been in limbo for quite some time.
feel free to ask me about one of my other wips
Luke remembers now, why he doesn't like being the designated driver. But it was Reggie's idea to come to this club, and Alex was so nervous about inviting the guy he's been texting on the regular, so Luke couldn't ask him to be sober and responsible for their drunk asses on top of that.
But this is ridiculous. Willie hasn't arrived yet, and Alex has drank just enough that he refuses to not wingman for Luke. Which he does by randomly walking away and bringing a person back to their table to meet him. It wouldn't be so bad if Reggie wasn't already three shots and two beers in. He also has a habit of getting up to bring random strangers back to the table. Honestly, it's like corralling toddlers. Only the toddlers are both grown ass adults with legs to match. Legs that can move them faster from point a to point b. Toddlers that insist on going in opposite directions.
"Shit", Luke mutters as he steers Reggie back to their table. Alex is nowhere to be found. He sits Reggie back down in his seat, making eye contact. "Reggie, buddy, I'm going to go bring Alex back. I need to you stay here. Can you do that? Stay. Here."
"Okiley-dokiley, artichokiley!" Reggie giggles, saluting at him.
Luke sighs as he searches for Alex, spotting him near the bar talking to a petite blonde woman. This is going to be a long night. "I'll be right back!"
He makes his way towards the bar through the throngs of people. The music transitioning to a new song with a higher energy. As he approaches the bar, Alex spots him and starts smacking the blondes' shoulder. "There he is! Cynthia! That's Luke! Doesn't he look cute despite his awful fashion choices?"
The blonde, Cynthia, looks like she can't decide if she should be annoyed that Alex was smacking her shoulder or amused at the backhanded compliment towards Luke.
"Hi. I'm so sorry about him", Luke apologizes, a blush just slightly tingeing his face and working its way down his neck. "Let's head back to Reggie, bud."
Alex scoffs. "Why are you apologizing about me? I was bringing her to meet you! I'm doing this for you!"
Cynthia seems to have settled on being amused at this point.
"It was nice meeting you, Alex. It looks like you boys are in for an exciting evening!" she chuckles, grabbing her drink and heading off to a table with what looks to be five of her friends waiting on her.
Luke lets out a deep breath. His boys will be the death of him tonight at this rate. He begins steering Alex back to their table, sStomach sinking when he realizes that Reggie did not, in fact, stay put.
#wip game#joolee attempts writing#there are some other things that i had planned for this one that upon reflection#would need to be altered and i just...dont have the energy
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