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Just a cute one-shot, if you guys would like more pls request them <3
Then Don't Go?
Summary: Carrie gets invited to go hang out with some of Dirty Candy at a club and she's searching for a reason not to go. Aka Carrie confusing tf out of Reggie for fifteen min.
Warnings: slight language, kissing?, maybe small argument, otherwise mostly fluff
Based off a tiktok I saw with this very situation- only I added my own ending:)
Reggie Peters x Carrie Wilson
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"Well, I want to go but- I just don't wanna put air in my tires." Carrie sighed disappointedly; adjusting herself on the carpet floor she had draped herself just prior to talking.
Reggie looked up from his bass that he'd been fiddling around with, eyebrows furrowed and a confused expression on his face. Carrie never put air in her own tires? She always got him or her dad to do it for her.
"Doll- I can put air in your tires for you?" he offered sounding confused on why she didn't just ask, but he also knew Carrie spoke girl and would only ask him to do things in code.
Carrie just huffed again, putting her manicured hand on her eyes before going, "No, no i- I just really actually don't want to go."
Reggie's response was immediate this time, not wanting his girlfriend to get stuck doing something she didn't want to do just for the sake of her friends.
"Then stay here? You don't gotta go-"
Carrie just groaned annoyed rolling over on the carpet and looked at the wall frustrated that he wasn't catching on.
"No I- but I need to go because everyone else is going and if I don't go I'll feel left out."
"Then go?" Reggie said putting down his bass and putting his attention on the rolling girl on the ground who was two minutes away from exploding from frustration over this.
"No! I don't want to!" Carrie was aware she was acting childish but her boyfriend just wasn't catching on.
She just wanted him to listen.
"Then don't go!?"
Reggie was now starting at her confused with his arms out- he couldn't get why she couldn't just make a decision when he kept giving her viable solutions to her problems.
"Ah!" Carrie groaned/yelled in frustration while Reggie continued trying to think of ways to solve this for her.
Which is something he knew he'd always do if she asked, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was he wasn't picking up that she didn't want solutions at all she just wanted him.
Reggie got up from his spot perched on the bed and walked towards the girl in pink slowly.
Sitting close to where her head lay on the ground. Adjusting her askew hair from her face and looking down at her face and her closed scrunched up eyes and just straight up asked her this time.
"What do you need me to do for you to feel okay with not going?" after every word he found himself leaning down to the ground and pecking her cheek, her head, nose, chin, till finally her lips.
Carrie sighed one last time, opening her eyes finally and looking to the boy she loves- "give me a good reason to stay?"
Reggie smiled, now that he had a straight up answer from her. Then moved to her shorts pocket where he knows her phone is and grabbed it.
Unlocking it without a problem, he went into her messages and into her Dirty Candy groupchat where he sent
(Hey everyone! This is Reggie letting u all know Carrie won't be able to make it tonight, I have a suprise stay in night set up for her so- maybe next time.
Once he was done he threw the phone behind him where it landed softly on the carpet.
He looked back down at the brown-eyed girl looking at him waiting for something.
"Sorry Care- you are officially busy tonight." he said standing up pulling Carrie up with him till they were both on their feet and he was leading them to the living room so he could start a movie.
"you have a hot date."
Once they reached the living room he ordered food, and some strawberry ice cream for dessert cause he knows Carrie is a sucker for anything strawberry.
Carrie put on her favorite TV show, 'Once Upon A Time' and snuggled into her baby pink couch blankets.
Once every thing was ready and on it's way (and Reggie had made popcorn with extra butter and cheese) he'd joined her on the couch and they had a impromptu date night.
Which was all she had wanted when she had originally walked into their bedroom and dramatically planted herself on their carpeted floor.
Much like the plants he keeps in the kitchen.
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Hope you all enjoyed this short one-shot. MERRY CHRISTMAS YA'LL JVVFGII
Lemme know what you all thought and if you'd like more pls request <3
- wren
#reggie x carrie#julie and the phantoms#reggie peters#carrie wilson#juke fluff#luke patterson#luke patterson x oc#julie molina#alex mercer#willex fic#willie and alex#sunset curve#sunset swerve
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Echoes of the Heart (A Juke lovestory)
Summary: Luke Patterson, a rising star in the music scene, grapples with his feelings for his childhood best friend, Julie. Despite his fear of commitment, Luke's love for Julie is undeniable. However, when Julie shows interest in someone else, Luke must confront his feelings before it's too late. Will he risk it all for love, or will his fear drive them apart? Follow their journey of friendship, love, and music.
Chapter 1 - The Night We (almost)Owned
22 January, 2020
Luke leaned against the cold concrete wall, the thumping bass from the stage reverberating through his body and his chest still heaving from the encounter he just had. Even though he's outside he can feel the wall slightly thumping from the bass inside.
"Thank you sweetheart. You just blessed me with some good luck before my show." He says showing off his perfect pearly whites as he is getting ready to leave this scene.
The groupie, her eyes still glazed with desire, sidled up to him, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Leaving so soon, Luke?" she purred, trailing a finger down the front of his shirt.
Luke flashed her a charming grin, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yeah, duty calls. Can't keep the fans waiting."
The groupie pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a playful pout. "But I thought we were having fun, Luke. Don't you want to stay and play a little longer?"
"I'm good sweetheart. This is kinda my thing, I don't do well on the whole commitment thing" He says shooting her a wink.
"Yeah, yeah, you always say that," she said smugly. "But then you also always come back around. That's some kind of commitment isn't it."
The sound of her smugness slightly annoyed him. He didn't like her thinking she had some sort of power over him. She could never. That was reserved for one person only. The one person that had Luke's heart in a chokehold. Luke felt a sharp pang in his chest thinking about the last time he saw her.
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20 January, 2020
The moon cast a soft glow through Julie's bedroom window as Luke slipped through the shadows, his heart pounding with a mixture of anxiety and relief. He had been here countless times before, seeking refuge from the storm that raged within his own home. As he reached Julie's window, he tapped lightly on the glass, the sound barely audible over the distant hum of the city. Julie's face appeared in the window, her expression calm and understanding. She didn't even need to ask what he was doing here; it was routine for them. Without a word, she swung the window open, allowing Luke to slip into the room.
He didn't waste any time in crossing the room and collapsing onto Julie's bed, the weight of the world heavy on his shoulders. Julie followed, closing the window behind her before sitting down beside him. There was a familiarity in their movements, a silent understanding that had been forged through countless nights like this one.
"Rough night?" Julie asked softly, her voice a gentle reassurance in the darkness.
Luke nodded, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he struggled to put his feelings into words. "I just...I don't know what to do anymore, Jules. It's like no matter what I do, it's never good enough for them. They just don't understand why music means so much to me. It's the only thing I'm actually good at."
Luke gets up to make his way to Julie's dresser to retrieve his sleepwear. He opened the bottom drawer and rummaged around for a moment before finding his shorts neatly folded at the back.
"You know, Luke, you don't have to keep pretending like everything's okay with your parents. It's okay to admit that you're struggling."
Luke paused mid-motion, his gaze meeting Julie's in the dim light of the room. There was a vulnerability in her eyes that made his heart ache, a tenderness that he couldn't help but be drawn to.
"I know, Jules," he said quietly, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "But it's easier to just pretend like everything's fine, you know? It's easier than facing the truth." Julie nodded in understanding.
With practiced ease, Luke peeled off his shirt, revealing the smooth lines of his toned physique. Julie's eyes flicked over to him, her gaze lingering on his bare chest for just a moment longer than necessary. She quickly averted her eyes, cheeks flushing with a faint pink hue, even though she was definitely already familiar with the sight. This was routine for them, after all.
Luke caught the subtle shift in her demeanor and couldn't help but smirk, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. "Like what you see, Jules?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement.
Julie's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink as she hastily returned her attention to her book, hoping to hide her embarrassment. "Shut up, Luke," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Luke chuckled softly as he pulled on his shorts, the fabric hanging loosely around his hips. "You know you love it," he teased, unable to resist the opportunity to tease her further.
"And you know you love being the little spoon" Julie fires back while sticking her tongue out.
Luke chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he settled onto the bed beside Julie. "You know it," he replied, flashing her a playful grin.
Julie rolled her eyes, but a fond smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
Luke scooted closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into his embrace. "Come on, Jules, you know you love being the big spoon," he teased, nuzzling into her neck.
Julie laughed, her heart swelling with warmth at the familiar banter between them. "Only because you hog all the blankets," she retorted, leaning back into his embrace.
They settled onto the bed together, Julie's warmth enveloping him like a cocoon as they snuggled close, seeking solace in each other's presence. It was a familiar ritual, one they had shared countless times before.
They lay there together in comfortable silence, the soft rhythm of their breathing filling the room. In moments like these, surrounded by the warmth of each other's presence, they felt like nothing could touch them
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22 January, 2020
As the memory of their intimate moment faded into the recesses of Luke's mind, he blinked back to the present. With a forced chuckle, Luke gently extricated himself from the groupie's grasp and headed toward the venue, leaving her behind with nothing but a lingering memory of their brief encounter.
"I'll see you around Patterson" Is all he heard before he entered the venue. He pushed open the door, the thumping bass sending a jolt of electricity through his veins. The stage was their sanctuary, their domain where they reigned supreme. The neon lights of the venue flickered and danced in the night as Luke made his way through the entrance. The familiar buzz of excitement pulsed through the air, mingling with the distant hum of the crowd inside.
As he made it backstage Reggie and Alex looked up from where they were tuning their instruments, their expressions a mixture of relief and concern.
"Luke, where the hell have you been?"
Reggie's voice carried a hint of exasperation as he eyed his bandmate. Luke flashed them a winning grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Oh, you know, just tying up some loose ends. Nothing to worry about." Alex raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his tone.
"Tying up loose ends? Is that what you call it now?"
Luke chuckled, his laughter ringing out in the dimly lit corridor. "Hey, a man's gotta have his goodluck charm, right?"
Reggie shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. Alex rolled his eyes "I hardly think your disgusting alley way hookup is gonna be the reason we kill this show."
Luke waved off their concerns with a dismissive gesture. "Relax, guys. I'm here, aren't I? And besides, I always deliver when it counts."
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As Luke stepped into the spotlight, the roar of the crowd washed over him like a tidal wave. With a smirk, he launched into the first chords, his fingers dancing across the strings with practiced ease.
This was where he belonged, in the heart of the chaos, where the music flowed like a river of fire. And as he sang, the lyrics pouring from his lips like molten gold, Luke felt alive in a way he never had before.
Luke shredded through the final chorus of their latest hit, the crowd erupting into cheers, their voices blending with the pounding rhythm of the drums. Sweat dripped from his brow as he grinned, adrenaline coursing through his veins like wildfire. This was the high he lived for-the raw energy of a live performance, the intoxicating rush of being on stage.
With a flourish, Luke tossed his guitar pick into the crowd, a gesture that sent the audience into a frenzy. He soaked in their adulation, reveling in the momentary fame that came with being the frontman of a rock band.
But as the lights dimmed and the band made their way off stage, Luke's thoughts turned to the real reason he was here-the music. It was his passion, his obsession, the one thing that consumed his every waking moment. Everything else-the parties, the girls, the fleeting fame-was just a distraction, a temporary fix to numb the ache in his soul.
As the band members made their way backstage, their adrenaline still coursing through their veins, they exchanged excited chatter and high-fives.
"That was insane!" Luke exclaimed, his eyes shining with exhilaration. " The energy in the room was off the chains tonight!"
Reggie grinned, his usual playful demeanor in full swing. "Yeah, especially when you whipped out that guitar solo, Luke! You had them eating out of the palm of your hand!"
Alex rolled his eyes, his sarcasm dripping like venom. "Oh yeah, because we all know how much Luke loves being the center of attention."
Luke chuckled, unfazed by Alex's barb. "Hey, someone's gotta be the face of the band, right?"
Alex shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, Patterson."
Beneath the banter, there was an unspoken bond that tied them together-a bond forged through countless late-night jam sessions and the shared dream of making it big. Luke couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude for the bandmates who had become like family to him. They may not always see eye to eye, but when it came down to it, they had each other's backs no matter what.
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The boys gathered in the garage studio, the familiar scent of stale beer hanging heavy in the air. Reggie and Alex sat on the worn-out couch, their guitars resting against their knees, while Luke paced back and forth, his mind still buzzing from the adrenaline of the show.
"Man, that was crazy!" Reggie exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement. "Did you see the way the crowd went wild when you threw them your pick?"
Luke flashed him a grin, his chest swelling with pride. "Yeah, they were eating it up, weren't they? It's like they couldn't get enough of us."
Alex nodded in agreement, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, it's like we're unstoppable or something. We're gonna be selling out stadiums before you know it."
However amidst the excitement of the successful show, there was a noticeable absence-the absence of Julie, who was usually a fixture at their gigs. Reggie and Alex exchanged a knowing glance, silently communicating their concern.
"Hey, where's Julie?" Alex asked, his voice laced with curiosity. "She's usually always here to support us. I don't think I've ever seen her miss a show."
Luke's smile faltered slightly, a flicker of unease crossing his features. "Oh, she had some stuff to take care of tonight. Nothing important."
Reggie raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his tone. "Really? 'Cause it seems kinda strange for her to miss out on a show like this. You sure everything's okay?"
Luke shrugged, attempting to brush off their concern. "Yeah, everything's fine. She's probably just busy with school or something. You know how it is."
But Reggie and Alex weren't convinced. They knew how close Luke and Julie were, how they were practically inseparable both on and off stage. Something didn't add up, and they weren't about to let it slide.
"Come on, Luke," Reggie pressed, his voice tinged with frustration. "You can't expect us to believe that. You and Julie are practically joined at the hip. What's really going on?"
Luke's jaw tensed, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. "Look, it's none of your business, okay? Julie probably had her reasons for not being here tonight, and that's all you need to know."
Reggie shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "When are you gonna drop the act like you don't like each other anyways? It's obvious to everyone that there's something more going on between you two."
Luke's annoyance flared into anger, his fists clenched at his sides. "I said it's none of your damn business, Reggie. So just drop it, okay?"
But Reggie and Alex weren't about to let it go. They knew that where there was smoke, there was fire, and they were determined to get to the bottom of whatever was going on between Luke and Julie, even if it meant prying it out of him one painful word at a time.
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20 January, 2020
Luke and Julie lay tangled together on the bed. Their bodies molded perfectly against each other, fitting like pieces of a puzzle as they sought comfort in each other's arms.
Julie nestled her head against Luke's chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She felt a sense of peace wash over her, a feeling of contentment that only came when she was wrapped up in his embrace.
Luke sighed contentedly, his arms wrapped protectively around Julie as he held her close. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.
They lay there in silence, the only sound the soft rustle of their breathing as they basked in the warmth of each other's presence. It was a moment of pure bliss, a fleeting glimpse of happiness in a world filled with chaos and uncertainty.
Julie hesitated for a moment, her fingers tracing patterns on Luke's chest as she gathered her courage to speak. "Luke," she began, her voice soft but determined, "we need to talk."
Luke tensed at her words, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach as he braced himself for what was to come. He knew all too well what she wanted to discuss, but he wasn't sure he was ready to face it.
"About what?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he avoided her gaze, unable to meet her eyes.
Julie sighed, her expression tinged with frustration as she searched for the right words. "About us, Luke," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness. "About what's been going on between us."
Luke's heart clenched at her words, the fear and uncertainty rising like a tidal wave within him. He knew he couldn't keep avoiding the truth forever, but the thought of confronting his feelings for Julie filled him with a sense of overwhelming dread.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Jules," he muttered, his voice barely audible as he turned away from her, unable to face the truth that lingered between them.
Julie's eyes filled with tears as she reached out to him, her hand trembling as she brushed his cheek gently. "Luke, please," she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion. "We can't keep pretending like this anymore. I know you feel it too." Luke's heart ached at her words, the weight of his own denial pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. He wanted nothing more than to tell her the truth, to confess his love for her and lay bare his soul.
Julie took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. "I... I love being here with you, Luke. I love being able to be there for you, to comfort you when things get tough. And I always will," she said softly, her words tinged with emotion.
Luke's heart swelled with affection for her, his fingers gently stroking her hair as he listened intently.
"But," Julie continued, her voice trembling slightly, "if you can't commit to me, if you can't give me what I need... I need to put some distance between us."
Luke's heart sank at her words, the weight of them settling heavily on his chest. He knew deep down that he had been hurting her, that his inability to commit had been taking its toll on their relationship.
"I-I understand, Julie," he murmured, his voice thick with regret. "I-I never meant to hurt you. I just... I don't know if I can give you what you need."
Julie's eyes filled with tears as she looked up at him, her heart breaking with each word he spoke. "I know, Luke," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. "And I-I don't blame you. But... but I can't keep doing this anymore. It's killing me to see you with someone else every week and then have you come back to me like this."
Luke's heart clenched at her words, the realization of what he had been putting her through hitting him like a punch to the gut. He had always known that he was hurting her, but hearing her say it out loud made it all too real.
"I'm so sorry, Julie," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion as he held her close, his arms aching with the need to protect her from the pain he had caused. "I-I don't know what to do."
Julie shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks as she buried her face in his chest, seeking solace in his embrace. "I don't either, Luke," she admitted, her voice muffled against his skin. "But... but I can't keep pretending like this anymore. I need to do what's best for me, even if it hurts."
Luke listened to Julie's words, his heart heavy with the weight of her pain. He knew he had pushed her away time and time again, too afraid to confront his own feelings and too blinded by his own fears to see the hurt he was causing her. And with that, they held each other in silence, their hearts heavy with the weight of their unspoken words. Even though neither of them said it, they both knew this would be the last time finding comfort in eachothers arms like this.
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22 January, 2020
Alex leaned forward, his expression serious as he met Luke's gaze. "We're just worried about you, man," he said quietly. "You've been acting kind of... off lately. And Julie's been MIA for the past couple of days. You two have a fight or something?"
Luke's jaw tensed, his fists clenching at his sides as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. He knew he couldn't tell them the truth, couldn't admit that Julie had walked away from him because he couldn't give her what she needed.
"We just... had some stuff to work out," he muttered, his voice tight with frustration. "It's nothing you guys need to worry about."
Reggie raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Come on, Luke," he pressed, his tone gentle but insistent. "You know you can talk to us, right? We're your bandmates, but more than that, we're your brothers. We just want to help."
Luke's chest tightened at Reggie's words, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him like a lead weight. He knew he should tell them the truth, should confide in them about what had happened between him and Julie. But the fear of exposing his vulnerabilities, of admitting that he had failed her, held him back.
"I appreciate the concern, guys," he said finally, his voice strained with emotion. "But I think I just need some time to sort things out on my own."
Reggie and Alex exchanged a glance, their concern evident in their eyes. But they knew better than to push him further. They had always respected Luke's boundaries, had always been there for him when he needed them. And even though they couldn't fix whatever was going on between him and Julie, they could offer him their support, their friendship, and their unwavering loyalty.
As Luke turned away, his thoughts drifting back to the night he and Julie had shared that intimate moment, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. It had been two nights since he had seen her, two nights since they had laid their hearts bare and faced the truth of their feelings. And in that time, she had been avoiding him, avoiding the pain of their relationship that would never be.
He had tried to reach out to her, had called and texted her countless times, but she had ignored his attempts at reconciliation, leaving him to wallow in his own guilt and self-pity. Luke's reasoning for being afraid of commitment stems from a deep-seated fear of losing Julie, the one constant in his tumultuous life. Despite his love for her, Luke has always struggled with maintaining romantic relationships, preferring the freedom and unpredictability of his rockstar lifestyle. For Luke, music is everything-it's his passion, his purpose, his escape from the chaos of his troubled home life.
Julie, however, occupies a unique space in Luke's heart. She's not just another girl he's infatuated with; she's his rock, his anchor, his best friend since childhood. They've weathered countless storms together, supporting each other through the darkest of times. From Julie's grief over losing her mother to Luke's own struggles with family turmoil, they've leaned on each other for strength and solace.
Luke can't imagine his life without Julie by his side. She's been there for him through thick and thin, offering unwavering loyalty and unconditional love. The thought of risking their friendship by pursuing a romantic relationship terrifies him, especially considering his track record of failed romances. Despite his intense feelings for Julie, Luke fears that committing to her romantically would only lead to heartbreak and disappointment. He's seen firsthand how relationships can crumble under the weight of expectation and responsibility, and he's not willing to risk losing Julie's friendship for a fleeting chance at love.
In Luke's eyes, Julie is worth more than any fleeting romance. She's his soulmate, his confidante, his everything. And while he longs to be with her in every sense of the word, he's paralyzed by the fear of ruining what they already have. So he continues to push her away, keeping her at arm's length to protect both their hearts from potential pain. However now, as he stood in the garage studio surrounded by his bandmates, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness creeping in, a sense of emptiness that threatened to consume him whole.
But he couldn't let them see his pain, couldn't let them see the cracks in his facade. So he plastered on a fake smile, pushed down his emotions, and buried himself in the familiar rhythms of their music, hoping that one day, he would find a way to mend the broken pieces of his heart and make things right with the girl he loved.
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"I’m just saying it could be a ghost." for the chaotic writing prompts, please? (And maybe make it Juke, please? :D)
“Luke!” Julie called from the living room.
“Yeah Jules!” he called back from the kitchen where he was making some brownies.
She came into the room and stopped with her hands on her hips. “That lamp by my reading nook is out again.”
“Yeah, I’ve changed that bulb three times in the last two weeks.” He nodded as he continued to stir the mix.
“Ok…” he glanced up as her voice trailed off to see her coming closer. She leaned on the island in front of him. “I really didn’t want to get a new lamp so soon but it must have some kind of wiring problem.” She sighed. “I guess we need to get a new one.”
“Well…” he bit his lip and glanced up at her. “I’m not sure getting a new lamp will fix the problem.”
“Why?” she frowned at him.
“I think the apartment is haunted.” He shrugged and went back to his mixing, “or at least the living room is.”
She was quiet so long he looked back up at her to see Julie just gaping at him.
“I’m just saying it could be a ghost.” He grinned at her.
She finally closed her mouth and scoffed. “You think you’re some kind of expert because you used to be one?”
“Well yeah!” he smirked at her. “Reggie used to do stuff like that at your dad’s all the time when we all lived there.”
“He what?!” Julie laughed.
He turned to get the brownie pan and started to pour the batter in. “He used to loosen the light bulbs just enough for them to flicker and sometime that would make them blow.”
“That little shit!” She giggled and leaned across the counter and giving him a poke in the arm. “And what did you do?”
“Nothing!” he scraped the bowl with the spatula and then handed it to her to lick.
“Really?” she said taking the utensil with a grin.
He bit his lip and turned away placing the brownies in the oven and setting the timer before finally turning back to her. “Ok, once I turned the heat on in the summer so you’d stop wearing those oversized sweat shirts in the house.”
“Luke!” she dropped the spatula and ran around the island trying to grab him.
He ran in the opposite direction giggling.
“You were so stinking cute in those sweatshirts but you were also hot as fuck in those little sundresses you wore.” He smirked at her from the other side of the island, both of them breathing hard from running around in circles. “I was a seventeen year old boy Jules my frontal brain hadn’t finished developing!”
She started after him again and they were both laughing as she kept trying to catch him to no avail.
“You know my dad thought the ac was actually broken and called a repair man who charged him a hundred bucks to turn it on?” she panted out as they went around and around.
Luke stopped and she ran into him with a grunt.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, both of them breathing hard. “I actually didn’t know that.” He pouted. “Now I feel guilty.”
She took another deep breath and blew it out hard. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “So maybe you owe my dad a hundred bucks and Reggie owes him a box of light bulbs.” She ran her nails up over his scalp and he closed his eyes leaning into it. “You were still the best ghosts any of us could have wished for.”
He grinned and opened his eyes. “And you are the best lifer that ever could have called us back from purgatory.”
“I did a little more than that.” She raised her eyebrows at him.
He chuckled, “That you did.”
They stood there swaying in the kitchen just looking at each other for a long time.
“You gonna buy me another lamp?”
He nodded, “If it happens again are you going to admit it could be a ghost.”
She snickered and nodded. “What are we gonna do if you’re right?”
“I don’t know,” he looked over her head toward the living room. “leave out a pad of paper and a pen and see if they can tell us why they hate that lamp so much.”
She giggled against his chest. “Maybe I should leave my laptop open to a page with lamps on it and they can just click ‘add to cart’ on the one they like best.”
Luke shook with laugher as they held each other. “Worth a try, might save us some time and money.”
Julie scoffed, “I’m not attached to that specific lamp anyway. One of my cousins got it for us as a wedding gift.” She grinned up at him, “Wasn’t even on our registry.”
He clutched her hand to his heart. “It wasn’t on the LIST… for shame!”
“Hey I wouldn’t mock the wedding list,” she bumped his chest with their hands. “You got two new guitars out of it.”
“And you know what?” He swayed them around in a circle.
“What?”
He leaned his forehead against hers. “I’d give it all back as long as I got to keep you.”
“Sweet talker,” She titled her face up and whispered against his lips. “Shut up and kiss me.”
They kissed and swayed in the kitchen standing between the island and the oven till the timer went off for the brownies and if there was a ghost in the apartment well… they better pick out a nice lamp for his wife. She deserved only the best.
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Darkness Would Turn to Light by @pearlcaddy
Teen And Up | One-Shot | 4.1k | Complete
Select Tags: Living!Phantoms AU, Alternate Universe - Famous, Touring, Friends With Benefits To Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Aged-Up Characters, Long Distance, Family Illness
Nearing the end of an exhausting year on her solo tour, Julie is on the verge of a breakdown. Luke tries something desperate to help.
Anonymous says: One of my favourite fics I've ever read. Emotional, sweet, raw, perfect Juke. Made me cry in the best way.
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literally just juke fluff on this fine juke jeudi
“what?”
the corners of luke’s mouth twitch at her question, but he doesn’t answer — just continues to stare at her in a way that makes her want to melt to the floor and seep through the cracks of the studio floor.
julie sighs loudly as she closes her eyes in an attempt to shake off the feeling, yet the soft brushes of his fingertips against her skin only cause her cheeks to grow warmer. she takes in an unsteady breath, then opens her eyes again.
— only to find him still staring at her in the same intense way.
“whaaaat?” she tries again, her voice rising in pitch.
luke lets out a soft chuckle at the sound, but still refuses to speak, choosing to shake his head instead as his eyes somehow grow even softer (in an intense way. was that possible? julie thinks it’s possible. and it’s driving her crazy).
(and that’s probably the only reason why julie ends up blurting out her next (mortifying) sentence.)
“luke, can you please stop looking at me the way you look at your guitar?”
the moment that last word slips through her lips, julie smacks her hand over her mouth, eyes widening to twice their size as luke’s fingers still against her cheeks.
they stay that way for a moment, neither moving (julie barely breathing), as julie’s heartbeat drowns out any and all thoughts buzzing through her mind.
luke’s the first to snap out of it, a slow grin spreading across his face as he leans impossibly closer, the tips of his fringe tickling her skin.
“do i?” he whispers, his breath sending shivers down her spine.
julie tries to reply with something witty — hell she would’ve liked the ability to just nod — but all she finds herself capable of doing is to continue to stare at luke like a dear caught in headlights.
she swallows audibly, the sound echoing in her own head.
“Hmm,” he starts, pulling away ever so slightly. julie’s eyes follow his, unable to look away as he takes her in, as if for the very first time. his grin slowly disappears, only to be replaced by a small, almost shy smile.
“the boys always said i looked at my guitar like it was the love of my life.” luke nods at his own words, his eyes following the stroke of his thumb up and down her cheek. “i guess they were right.”
his eyes make their way back to her, a shiny quality to them that wasn’t there before.
and so as he continues to stare at her like he would his guitar, julie finds herself staring back, unable (and not willing) to break the moment, even if it meant melting and seeping through the cracks of the studio floor.
#bruh i have no idea if this is ANY good but i TRIED and that’s what COUNTS#it started one way and then ended another and it’s been in my drafts for a while ANYWAY#HAPPY JUKE JEUDI!#jatp#juke#my fics#literally no plot just fluff#julie and the phantoms
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new moodboard for an old fic! in honor of the news, here’s my little “the boys come back to life” fic <3
#this fic is one of my favs ngl#its so soft and i dont write soft too often#but im still proud of it!#julie and the phantoms#jatp#juke#julie molina#luke patterson#fluff#fluff fic#fanfic#my fics#moodboard#reggie peters#alex mercer#flynn taylor
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Baby, te amo (forever ‘til the end of time)
So I wrote a little something for my soft juke babies because the idea just was too cute to let the opportunity pass. It’s tooth-rotting fluff (when is it not with me lol).
Summary: She closed her eyes, basking in the moment, basking in his presence, warmth and comfort, and the words came out naturally.
“Te amo.”
Or the one in which Julie grew up with the idea of ‘te amo’ being the ultimate love confession. She hasn’t ever used it romantically because no one had been deserving of what her mother used to call the promise of profound devotion. Until years later, that’s it.
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It was no secret how much her parents loved each other.
Everybody with eyes could see the brazen devotion in every term of endearment and the warmth in even the smallest interactions. Little Julie could not understand how the other kids were disgusted by their parent’s displays of affections when her mom and dad were just like the princes and princesses in her fairy tales storybooks!
And so, Julie grew to be in awe of the love her parents had for one another.
On the nights she couldn’t sleep, she would shrug off the blankets and pad barefoot through the house, clutching her favorite plushie under one arm. She would go searching for her parents, knowing that her mother’s soft tunes were her favorite lullabies in the whole world and her dad’s gentle words made her feel every bit like the daddy’s little girl her mom always said she was. And, more often than not, she would find her parents slow dancing in the kitchen, under dim lighting with their hands wrapped around each other and with the biggest smiles on their faces. For little Julie, it was magical and she found herself wishing to grow up quickly so she too could find someone to live a fairy tale moment of her own.
She was the honorable spectator to her parents' shows of affection time and time again, each one of them filled with what she could only describe as genuine, unadulterated love. Like witnessing her mother serenading her father with one of the most beautiful songs she has ever heard, or the time in which she saw her dad cooking an entire feast of all of her mom’s favorite dishes for their anniversary date.
There were way too many moments engraved in her mind that she just can’t let go; Julie holds them dearly in her heart because what her parents had was the epitome of true love and she would fiercely stand by that.
The truth is that Rose and Ray were absolutely enamored with one another. Julie is just glad she could experience it first-hand.
However, there was a specific moment that left Julie quite shaken, even as a freshly-turned teenager. She remembers her mom draping her arms on her father’s shoulder, gazing at him with the softest yet most ardent look in her eyes and saying, “Te amo” . So straightforward, without stuttering, whispering a confession from the heart. And her father’s face would soften immediately, his posture slumping as if he is getting rid of all his defenses, as if he doesn’t need them anymore. They would get trapped in this bubble of vulnerability together, a number of ‘te amo’s being muttered for their ears only like a sacred word, their smiles radiating blinding happiness.
She didn’t understand how a simple world could cause such a fragile reaction.
Julie did ask her mom about it when they were both cuddling on the sofa watching a movie, because she was always a curious kid and not knowing stuff made her restless. Rose had
smiled, bringing Julie closer to her chest and tucking some of her curls behind her ear. “Mi amor,” she had started, with a tender look that only mothers could muster, “sometimes, a simple ‘I love you’ is not enough.”
Julie had cocked her head to the side in confusion because that didn’t make any sense. That was how you verbally express that you love someone. Granted, there were some alternatives but that was the most universally known phrase, so she definitely didn’t see where her mother was coming from.
Rose had laughed at her bewilderment, hugging her closer as she continued, “In spanish, ‘te amo’ is so powerful. It’s the most beautiful, most intimate way to voice out what you feel towards someone.”
Julie turned to look at her mom, “but isn’t that the same as ‘I love you’?”
Her mom hummed, “Not quite. Te amo is saying I love you, adore you, respect you, protect you, accept you, support you and care about you all in one word. It’s a meaningful word that carries a promise of profound devotion.”
Julie had nodded in understanding, though she’s sure that many of what it entailed went over her head. Her mom, on the other hand, had seemed to know what she’s talking about so she must be right, Julie had thought.
Rose had smiled wistfully and leaned over to place a kiss on her temple, “ Te amo, darling.”
She hugged her mom tightly, breathing in the moment that would later become one of Julie’s most treasured memories.
Julie may had been young, and perhaps she didn’t get all the fuss about it or just how significant it was as her mom made it out to be, but it did make sense over the years. As she grew older she would only use it a handful of times: to her dad, her little brother and her aunt Victoria. Sometimes, she would half-jokingly send it to Flynn over text.
Never romantically, no, because no one had yet to be deserving of those words.
Until years later, that’s it.
“So, I was thinking that for the bridge we could slow down the tempo a little bit, what do you think? Reggie came up with a killer riff that we could use and make the song awesome!”
Luke is pacing back and forth in front of her, talking animatedly about the song they have been working on the past couple of days. There’s the distinctive bounce on his step and a glimmer in his eyes that appear whenever he’s talking about something that he’s passionate about. It’s endearing, really.
Julie would have never thought that she would harbor such strong feelings for anyone, let alone for someone who wasn't exactly... alive. But here’s this boy that makes her heart flutter when he as much looks her way, that makes her feel breathless whenever he smiles at her blindingly, that makes her write the silliest of love songs and daydream about dancing to the idyllic tune of a ballad.
It’s overwhelming and the mere thought throws her off slightly because never has she ever felt so deeply over a crush but, perhaps, that word is too short of a label for what it truly is after all.
“Julie, are you with me?” She snaps back to reality to the image of Luke kneeling in front of her, his thumbs carefully rubbing her knees in an attempt to make her come back to the conversation at hand. It’s more distracting than helpful, the pads of his fingers incredibly gentle against her skin, but who is she to complain?
Ever since they discovered they could be able to touch, they had been using that information to the fullest in fear that it could be short-lasting. All of them.
(“Hmm, this is nice.” Reggie says, there’s a hint of a smile in his tone as he wiggles closer to Alex in his attempt to equally find warmth and to not fall off the bed.
Alex grunts as he is being pressed forward, “yes Reg, I love being squished to death.” He deadpans, his words dripping with sarcasm, surely with a roll of his eyes thrown in there to get his point across. Julie grins inwardly, the irony of what he said not lost on her. “I can’t feel my ribs, geez have you always been this strong?”
“Hey! If you don’t remember, I give the best bear hugs in the whole world and afterworld for that matter!” Reggie sounds so utterly offended that it makes her chuckle at how ridiculous this whole conversation turned out to be. The bed shakes a little — mainly because of Reggie pulling back slightly to look at Alex right in the eyes but she’s sure the added weight also plays a part in it — and the sudden movement had Reggie yelping and grasping Alex’s sleeve in a tight grip in fear of falling off.
“See, that’s the universe telling you that you should never question my strength ever again.”
“Reggie that’s not— okay.”
Luke laughs beside her, the sound melodious and blithesome, it makes something inside her melt and she’s flabbergasted for a second because since when has laughter sounded so beautiful and enthralling.
He has one arm draped across her stomach and she has an inexplicable urge to snuggle closer to him, to erase the space between.
“Come on dude, don’t deny it, you are loving it it.” He says playfully, propping his head on one had as he narrows his eyes humorously at the boys.
Alex scoffs weakly, as if he was about to come up with an excuse that no, he clearly was having the worst time of his not-life but the battle was lost before it even started. He all but grins and gives in, “okay, yes. This is great, you guys win.” He says, cuddling up against Julie even more.
Reggie dabs him cheerfully on his side, hugging Alex impossibly tighter and if he was crushing him, he never complained once this time.
Luke hums, “Julie your bed is the softest thing ever. I think it’s starting to become my next favorite thing.” He snugs down to the point that Julie believes he’s about to become one with the mattress. She gazes at him, and hopes that her eyes don’t betray her by giving too much unsaid information.
He looks at her, “though, don’t worry. You’ll always be my number one.” Luke shrugs, a coy smile on his face as if he didn’t just set her heart ablaze.
The words die on her tongue, her teasing about how his guitar might become jealous forgotten at the back of her mind. She guesses that getting used to him openly flirting would never get easy but honestly, she wouldn’t have it any other way. It hasn’t been too long since they dared to cross over that fine line between friends and something more; she’s still threading lightly, he plunges all at once.
“Yes Julie, I wonder why we never did this before.” Reggie says, cutting her off before she could even answer him with a flirty response of her own. Sometimes she felt a little daring, sue her.
She turns her neck to be able to look at him and smiles, he has his butt half on the bed and half on the air, but he looks as happy as ever. “Off limits, remember.”
She sees realization dawn on him.
Julie continues, “also, I don’t know if you remember but you guys weren’t exactly tangible to human contact.” She says matter of factly.
“Oh, yeah.” Reggie draws out the oh as if he forgot he was a ghost for a second. He stares off at the distance before shrugging and nuzzling his nose in the back of Alex’s neck, all talk about it unequivocally forgotten.
She chuckles and looks over at Luke, ready to tell him that he too is her favorite next thing, her favorite person, her favorite music partner, her favorite everything. Ready to see him beam at her words, maybe get a little bit flustered but he’d eventually find another thing to say that would render her speechless — as he always do, it’s some kind of superpower she’s staring to believe. But she’s greeted by the sight of her boyfriend fast asleep, his lips slightly parted and his fingers grazing faintly her curls. And he looks so at peace, so happy even in his sleep that it makes that indescribable feeling inside her to appear once more. The melting and the twisting and the fluttering ever so present.
And she wants to act on them. She will act on them.)
She looks at him, his eyebrows are slightly furrowed because he can’t help but get concerned over her. It comes naturally, he had jokingly said. “Is something wrong?”
Julie smiles, “no, you dork.” Her hand comes up to brush his bangs that fell a little bit long over his eyes, moving them aside to reveal those green eyes that she very much loves glinting with affection and tenderness and everything in between that makes her feel so warm and fuzzy.
“I was thinking that we could take a break for a bit,” she suggests, her hand now moving downwards to cup his cheek and she felt him leaning in. She’s sure her stomach was the home of millions of butterflies, leaping and dancing by the way it feels all fluttery when he turns his head to press a quick kiss on the palm of her hand. He’s going to be the death of her, she swears.
“Sure, yeah.” He smiles, moving to the couch and sitting next to her, his arm coming up to tuck her on his side. His chin is resting on top of her head and he may have said a joke about how her curls tickle his nose but she tunes it out, she’s just so happy right now.
Luke tightens his hold on her, “Tell me about your day.”
She tucks her legs in, almost resting them atop of his lap but not quite, and drapes one of her arms across his chest, “Well, Mrs. Harrison said that we’ll start on the preparations for the Winter Musical Festival next week. She told me that she wants me to write and perform the song for the opening act.” Julie started to play with the neckline of his shirt — surprisingly one with proper sleeves, though she’s a secret fan of his muscle tees for obvious reasons — a habit she has taken a liking to.
“Julie, that’s awesome! You are gonna knock them off their feet, as always!”
She can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, it’s contagious to the point that she momentarily forgets about the real reason of why she brought up the topic in the first place. “And I want you to come.”
Julie waits for his response, “and the guys too, of course.”
He smiles the kind that makes his eyes wrinkle from how big he’s smiling, the apples of his cheeks popping up in the process. “Julie, we’d be honored!”
And then he softens up a little, she feels him slump further on the couch and his body curving towards her and Julie wonders if it was because of another emotional overload or because the excitement of the day is finally catching up to him — he has way too much energy, she really doesn’t know where he stores it — but then a quieted “I’d love to,” was being murmured in the space between them and Julie stopped wondering.
She closed her eyes, basking in the moment, basking in his presence, warmth and comfort, and the words came out naturally.
“Te amo.”
It’s straightforward, without stuttering, whispering a confession from the heart.
Julie doesn’t know if he understood it, in fact she doesn’t wait for him to act on it for that matter because she lifts her head from underneath him — feeling all kinds of emotions all at once — and takes his chin in her hand to bring their lips together in a searing kiss, the image of glazed eyes the last thing she saw.
They have kissed before, of course, small pecks here and there but nothing quite like this. Perhaps her not so little confession making the moment significant tenfold.
The kiss is mind-spinning and it makes her lightheaded and weak on the knees (she’s just glad she’s sitting down for this one), it carries both passion and tenderness at the same time and it’s brimming with everlasting promises that are left untold but still very much avowed. It’s sensitively overwhelming because there’s Luke everywhere; underneath her fingertips, on the back of her mind, on the soft glides against her mouth, on the gentle touches of his knuckles along her back, her face, her arms. She doesn’t know when he ended and she began.
She feels like her soul is being set on fire and then he tilts his head just so for their lips to slot even more perfectly together — if that was even possible — and she quite literally melts on his arms. She hums against his lips, and she needs more.
On a whim of boldness, she swings one of her legs to straddle his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, weaving her fingers through his brown locks to draw him impossibly closer. His hands were everywhere and her skin felt like it was being put aflame. Come to think of it, she wonders how she hasn’t combusted already.
She tugs his bottom lip in between her teeth, a low grunt was heard in the air as a result and she grins against his lips at the sound.
Julie slowly pulls away, giggling at how he follows her lips as she moves away as if he doesn’t want to let her go yet. She leans to place one soft kiss on his cheek, another one on the tip of his nose and another on the corner of his mouth. She’s tempted to leave a trail down his neck, but she refrains from doing that in fear of not being able to stop after the first few kisses.
Luke runs his hands gently up and down her arms, his eyes looking a little distraught and she feels oddly proud at being the one responsible for such absentmindedly state in the rather streak-focused Luke.
“Te amo.” She repeats, this time looking at him directly in the eyes, hoping to convey everything that the word entails in her body language, in her facial expression, in the pitch of her voice. Because if anything, her mother taught her that it should be said from deep within.
For a second it seems like time and space stop, but then Luke shifts from beneath her and brings his hands to frame her face gently. His expression is stark and intense, and she didn’t know she was waiting with a hitched breath when she let out a sigh of relief at his next words.
“Te amo más.”
She doesn’t know how he knows those words, she doesn’t care to ask when and why or to even consider any possible explanation because right now that’s the last thing on her mind as she leaps forward and embraces him in a crushing hug. Because nothing else matters as long as Luke loves her and she loves him just as much, as long as there’s amor and te amo’s in their love language.
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“Guys!” Luke slams the paper heart down on the countertop. “I’m a songwriter . Coming up with something to put in Julie’s Valentine’s Day card should not be this difficult.”
“Probably not, but making it legible certainly will be,” Reggie smirks.
Luke frowns back down at the offending piece of paper, where the words “You rock, Molina!” are (what he considers to be) carefully written in black Sharpie, next to a poorly drawn guitar. The marker was dying, so the ink is kind of faded in spots, but it’s the thought – and legibility – that counts, right?
“You’re never going to get Julie to go out with you with a construction paper heart and dry Sharpie,” Alex points out. “Like, really dude, what is this? Mommy and me arts and crafts?”
today is @phantom-curve’s birthday!!
happy birthday to one of the best people i’ve ever met, my first-ever fandom friend-turned close friend!! i’m so glad our paths crossed because of our favorite ghost show 🥰
hope you have the best day filled with everything you love! (husband, beer, lounging on the couch with your cat... 😂)
miss you and love you always! hope you like your Juke fluff!!
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“i don’t want to spend any time apart from you” & “you have no idea how much i love you, do you?”
The shrill ring of the class bell startled Julie out a daydream. She blinked exactly four times in confusion before her eyes found Flynn’s.
Flynn was laughing at her. “What, did you go off to Luke land again? Honestly, you’re a hazard to your own health!” She stuffed her notebook and pencil into her bag and tapped her foot impatiently at Julie to do the same.
Julie’s cheeks lit on fire. “Shut up! I do not go to Luke land!”
Okay, so she totally did. Sue her.
Could you blame her? It had been exactly two weeks since Luke Patterson, her reluctantly acquired bandmate-slash-teen-hearthrob, admitted he’d been in love with her since the day she told him he’d written a shitty, weak bridge and showed him how to fix it.
They were in their honeymoon stage.
One people at school were quickly finding out about, if Luke had anything to say about it.
Though it shouldn’t have been surprising after the first five times he’d done it, Julie’s feet still stumbled beneath her as she walked out of her classroom to see him lounged casually against the lockers across the hallway, waiting for her with that boyish cocky and sweet smirk he’d somehow perfected over the years spread straight across his stupidly pretty face. “Jules!”
Flynn snorted and patted Julie on the shoulder before she left them, heading in the direction of her algebra class near the cafeteria.
Julie barely had time to acknowledge Flynn’s absence before Luke bounced off the lockers and approached so quickly that people definitely took notice of the fact that he’d once again been waiting for Julie Molina outside her classroom. The sideways stares they received snapped her out of her stunned immobility.
“You don’t have to walk me to all my classes, you know? You’re going to end up late to one of yours and then your mom isn’t going to let you come over and I’m gonna be super sad about it.” Still, she shyly reached forward for him and he entangled his fingers with hers to lead the way toward her locker.
“Don’t worry about me, boss. I’m just being a gentleman. Emily raised me that way, ya know.” The nonchalant air about him didn’t suit him in the slightest. Luke was the most intense person she knew. And as much of a gentleman as he had proven himself to be, there was just no way she’d believe he kept meeting up with her between classes just to be an escort service.
Julie raised an eyebrow at him as they reached her locker. “Liar.” She hip checked him playfully before she spun her combination into the dial and swung her locker door open.
They both exchanged their books for their next classes (after it became apparent this walking together thing was a permanent development, Julie had shyly asked if he wanted to leave some of his books in her locker. He’d never been so enthusiastic in an agreement in the time she’d known him) and he huffed out a breath. “Fine. I just don’t want to spend any time apart from you. I’m a Stage 5 Clinger.”
The admission was obviously a reluctant one on his part, his eyes cast down to the zippers on his backpack even though he’d pretty much already finished putting his books away.
Julie’s heart skipped in her chest. Little statements like that always hit her like a ton of bricks, a reminder that this was actually happening and that Luke Patterson wanted all their classmates to see that she was his girlfriend. The whole concept still felt like a dream in her mind.
Eyes darting the halls to confirm no teachers were around to scold her, she reached up on her tiptoes and pressed the fastest of kisses to his warm, pink cheek. He grinned instantly.
No one noticed except for the classmates who seemed to watch their every move these days.
“Please, keep clinging. It makes me feel like less of a disaster when I constantly want to engage in gross displays of PDA.” Julie bit her lip to hide her smile at the way his whole face seemed to light up.
“We can be gross. Boys are always gross. Be as gross as you want. I’ll like it, I swear.”
Julie’s nose wrinkled as she laughed. As much as he said that now, she’d known Luke for a long time and absolutely could not picture him willingly engaging in the level of public gross-ness she’d find ideal for their newfound relationship. Images flashed in her mind of the two of them attending football games together, him leaning entirely against her in the stands basically begging to be cuddled. Him propped against the lockers talking with Alex and Reggie, arms wrapped securely around Julie holding her against his side so she could just exist in their presence. Her sat in the cushion of his lap under the big tree out front, lounging with both their friends for an outdoor lunch in which they both shared all their favorite snacks and Luke’s fingers drew tickly little patterns across her knee just as an additional point of contact.
Her face lit on fire at that last one. Too far, Julie. Too far.
Her mind was brought back to the present by Luke’s fingers gently tugging at one of her curls before tucking it gently back behind her ear. “Man, you have no idea how much I love you, do you? Whatever you were just picturing in that big brain of yours, I wanna do it.” His hand smoothed her hair against her head as his thumb grazed against the apple of her cheek. She’d grown familiar enough with his expressions the last few weeks to know that he desperately wanted to kiss her. But he wouldn’t, because they were in the school hallway and he’d never do anything that might get her in trouble.
Luke saying “I love you” wasn’t new, exactly, but Julie’s heart didn’t seem to get that memo and always tried to pound right out of her chest every single time he said it. “I love you, too. Walk me to history?” She shut the door to her locker and lifted his hand up and over her shoulders, and he caught on and settled his arm around her shoulders, tucking her in close to his side and smacking a kiss right onto her temple.
“You got it, boss.”
“And maybe we could do lunch outside tomorrow? Invite Alex and Reggie and Flynn to join?”
Luke smiled that perfect, boyish confident and in love smile of his that she’d learned was reserved especially for her. “I’ll bring the snacks.”
And, yeah, maybe he was as in love with her as she was with him after all.
#this one is all fluff#and is 100% inspired by a teen wolf quote i saw a couple weeks ago#anyway hope this works!#juke prompts#jatp#juke#luke patterson#julie and the phantoms#jukebox#julie molina#julie x luke#jatp juke#my writing#jukeboxsource
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hold my hand and I’ll squeeze it back
part 6/?
read part one, two, three, four and five.
“Luke?”
“Jules?” All he’d said was her name and she could tell he’d been sleeping.
“Were you sleeping? I can just call some—“ She hiccuped. “—someone else.”
“No, no, no, you’re fine,” he said through a yawn. “I’m here. I’m listening. What’s going on?”
“I, um….” It was like her thoughts wouldn’t slow down long enough for her to get a word out, but it wasn’t that she was having a panic attack—or was she? She hated having to bother Luke, but she knew that he would never let her get away with calling herself a bother. He’d probably be more upset if he found out she didn’t call him.
“Julie, talk to me,” he said gently, his voice much clearer. “Where’s your head at?”
“I just…” She sighed, frustrated with herself and her inability to communicate her thoughts with Luke. It should be easiest to communicate with him. “I can’t sleep,” she mumbled finally. That about summed it up right? She didn’t need to go into detail. She’d been tossing and turning for hours, her brain unable to silence itself long enough to just let her rest. That was her main concern.
She could hear the rustle of sheets through the phone. She imagined him sitting up in his bed, likely the only light coming from his alarm clock that Alex insisted he have because the drummer swore the alarm on his phone was unreliable. (Luke had a habit of snoozing his alarm—but he’d never admit it.)
“Something on your mind?”
Besides the weight of grief that had taken up permanent residence in her chest, making her feel as though she’d been drowning ever since she said goodbye to her mom? Or that the thought of playing music—something that used to fill her with so much joy—now filled her stomach with such a heavy sense of dread that she constantly felt like she was fighting herself, making it very hard to keep herself afloat and not worry Flynn or Carlos or her dad? “No. I don’t know. I...” She shook her head at herself, sighing. “I’m sorry. I woke you up just to talk nonsense. I can just let you go—“
“No, Jules, hey. You’re not a bother. Talking to you is never a waste of time, okay?”
She exhaled shakily. “Okay,” she agreed hesitantly. Before he could pick up on it, she changed the subject immediately. “Luke, um… not to sound dramatic but—“
“Julie Molina? Dramatic??? Never,” he teased softly.
She rolled her eyes, a fondness filling her chest that she’d rather not talk about either. “—This isn’t what’s keeping me up at night or anything, but I, um. Was just curious… why didn’t you tell me that you were talking to Carrie Wilson?”
“Oh.” Luke was clearly surprised at her question. “I didn’t mean to keep it from you.”
It wasn’t an answer to her question. “No, I know. I’m not mad about it or anything, you just never mentioned you were talking, let alone dating. I didn’t think it was something we couldn’t talk about.”
More rustling from his end of the phone. Luke always got fidgety when he was nervous. “It is, Jules. You know I tell you everything.”
Julie knew it to be true. Although overall Luke was a pretty private person, they’d established long ago that their friendship surpassed many typical boundaries. “But you didn’t tell me about Carrie. Why?”
“I… I didn’t want you to be upset.”
“What? Why would I be upset?”
“I don’t know,” Luke said and she could practically hear his hand scratching at the back of his neck like he always did. “I didn’t want you to think anything would change between us. You’ll always be my best friend first.”
“I appreciate the thought, Luke. But we’re not little kids anymore. And I like Carrie.”
“Yeah?” His voice sounded so soft and hopeful it almost made her chest ache. He must’ve been more worried than he let on.
“Yeah, she’s pretty cool. And as long as she treats you well, she’s good with me.”
Luke let out a relieved chuckle. “Yeah, she does. Thanks, Jules.”
She hummed in response, wishing her mind could finally just shut down. Luke not mentioning his relationship with Carrie wasn’t keeping her up at night, but she almost wished it had so she could finally get some sleep.
“Is there something I can do to help you get some sleep?” Luke’s voice interrupted her thoughts.
Julie hesitated for a moment before she said, “Can you just…” She felt her cheeks heat up even though Luke couldn’t see her. “Can you just talk to me until I fall asleep?”
She could hear the amused grin in his voice. “Sure, boss. Anything for you.” So he launched into stories from the boys’ time on tour and though Julie fought to stay awake to listen, with Luke’s low and familiar voice in her ear, she didn’t stand a chance.
(And if she woke up a few hours later to Luke’s soft snores coming through the phone, only to plug her phone in and go back to sleep… that was her business.)
#I thought I owed y’all a little fluff#so I hope you enjoyed it!!!#bc it’s not staying :)#love you anyway au#juke fic#jatp fic#julie and the phantoms
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Desperately Sea-King Princess Chapter 29: Leaves
@flufftober
fandom: Julie and the Phantoms
rating: T
pairing: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson; Alex Mercer/Willie
words: 1694
“Julie, Julie, wake UP!” Luke called from the tree outside her window. He still refused to go into her bedroom (and Ray Molina had only reinforced that boundary when the subject of Luke and Julie dating had come up in his earshot) but he felt that walking over and climbing the tree to get her attention was fine. Or, if not fine, excusable in emergencies.
“Julie, there’s magic at work again! Please wake up!” Luke pleaded with her, and pelted her window with tiny seashells.
Julie sat up in bed. “Wha-what?” she rubbed her eyes. “What time is it? Why am I awake? It’s Saturday.” Then she turned toward the window. Her eyes went huge as she processed Luke’s presence in the tree. She quickly glanced down at herself to make sure her pajamas were decent. They were, so she hopped out of bed and headed to the window. Opening it, she realized that it was after sunrise, but only just. It couldn’t be 8 am yet. She yawned pointedly at Luke.
“What are you doing here so early, Luke?” she grumbled, though she couldn’t help smiling happily. He was so adorable in his rumpled plaid shirt with his hair all mussed and his eyes so–
–so panicky? What could be wrong NOW?
“Julie, are you okay?” Luke asked, frantically scanning her from the top of her head to her feet.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Julie said. “Is there some reason that I shouldn’t be?”
“Caleb tried to attack me again last night!” Luke blurted. “He must have missed, though, and hit the tree outside my window. Its leaves have gone all yellow–I think they’re dying!”
“Um, what?” Julie said. “That’s totally normal for a tree in October.”
Luke’s mouth dropped open. “It is? Why are none of your trees doing it?” He gestured around him at the still green Molina garden.
“Well, yeah, because most trees in this area don’t change color or lose their leaves. Los Angeles is mostly evergreen trees, but people sometimes plant other ones for variety. I guess the Pattersons must have done that for the one outside your window.”
“So it’s not an attack?” Luke grinned at her.
“It’s not an attack,” Julie agreed. “In fact, lots of people look forward to seeing trees change color. There are some really beautiful ones at some of the botanical gardens around here…” she trailed off as Luke’s eyes lit up. “You want to see them, don’t you.” Her tone made it a statement, not a question.
“Absolutely! Can we go right now? You’re already up and everything!”
Julie groaned. “They won’t be open for another hour, but yeah, we can go to the Arboretum. In the meantime, go knock on the front door and see if you can get my dad to make pancakes. I’m going to need carbs and coffee if I’m getting up this early on a Saturday.”
*****
Maple syrup was even better than s’mores, Luke decided. He asked Julie’s dad if there was any way he could get a bottle to smuggle home. It would be an incredible wedding present for Alex and Willie.
Which reminded him, “Julie, will you be my date to my brother’s wedding? I’ll understand if you don’t want to–he’s going to rule Pacifica now that I’m living here and it’s going to be–well, kind of a huge thing.”
“Are you kidding?” Julie grinned. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything! When will I get another chance to attend a royal wedding?”
Luke blushed. “Well, you might get another chance–some day…”
Ray Molina cleared his throat. “I have some questions about the logistics. Will this be on a school night for Julie? Would she need to be gone overnight? What hospitality can you arrange for her?”
Luke said, “I–um–well she’d have a suite in the palace of course. I don’t really know about the rest of it, but most royal weddings last at least a sixtide–” at Ray’s frown he quickly amended– “but I’m sure we can arrange to come late to accommodate Julie’s schedule! Flynn will be invited too, as a Seahorse Knight…”
“Which means we have to have THAT conversation now,” Julie bit her lip before spearing another forkful of pancake. “I think I need some more coffee, Dad.”
Her father silently passed her the carafe.
*****
Luke messengered Reggie by seagull before they left for the Arboretum. His answer to Ray’s concerns was just to invite Ray and Carlos to join them at the wedding and he wanted to let his parents know. When his mother sent word back that of course his soulmate’s family was welcome at their celebration and they should be getting their invitations via pelican mail, Luke enthusiastically told Julie.
“Your dad can’t say no now–if he’s there with us!”
“Oh, he could,” Julie asserted. Then she smiled. “But he probably won’t. Oh, this is our stop. Next up, fall leaves at the Arboretum!”
The reds and golds and maroons of the trees struck Luke completely silent for over ten minutes. When he finally did speak it was in a whisper. “It’s as beautiful as a fire but without burning me…” he breathed, a reverent expression on his face.
Julie giggled softly. “It is really beautiful, yeah, but it won’t look like this for very long, unfortunately. We should make the most of it today!”
Luke took her left hand in his right. “Let’s–wait, that gives me a great idea for a song.” He looked around frantically. “Do they have sand here? Or any paper?”
Julie giggled again, much louder this time. We really are two of a kind, she thought. “I didn’t bring any paper, but the gift shop will have some. They sell the most gorgeous journals with pictures of the peacocks on them.”
Luke said, “But you wanted to see the colors…”
“We can get your idea down on paper first. The gift shop won’t take very long,” she squeezed his hand. “We’ve got time.”
*****
Caleb pulled out a mystical treasure he had located almost a dozen years earlier: the Bottomless Net. He spread it carefully along the stone floor of his cavern.. He quickly emptied his shelves of all the magic items he had, then his herbs and plants, and finally a single precious clamshell that dated from the same excursion that had given him the Net. He was tempted to open the clamshell, but resisted. He knew what was inside.
His scrying crystals had informed him that the Sea King was distracted by a family wedding. Caleb had procrastinated. He had known that very shortly the insult of bespelling His Majesty’s youngest would be remembered…and dealt with. Trying to find an angle, some solution, some way out, he had waited too long and now would have to leave alone, with only his magical implements and his most priceless possession.
Nowhere was safe for him, not in Pacifica or Atlantica, anyway. The blasted ruler even had treaties with Indianalia and apparently that new Empire–Southernia? Caleb couldn’t recall. No, it was time to return to the depths of Arcticana, where treaties were not honored and the denizens so deep in the sea preferred no government of any kind. Perhaps, Caleb mused, he should have headed there all along.
Then his eyes fell on the clamshell. He opened it, knowing what he would find, but unable to resist glancing at it. He would forever be away from her now, and he felt the heart that he knew he didn’t have…crack.
He revised his plans. He would not flee to Arcticana. He studied the single lock of gleaming hair, whiter than the common pearl that it had replaced, more luminous than the moonlight on water, more beautiful than a starry sky. He would head deep into the Great Divide and…and find her again.
*****
“WHERE IS HE?” Triton raged into his scrying mirror. “That UNSPEAKABLE WITCH who ENCHANTED MY SON has disappeared!”
Queen Iyo sighed. “Please get yourself under control Triton, at the rate you’re boiling, all of our guests are going to overheat.”
“It will NOT be borne. I will NOT bear it! That WITCH is going to get a taste of sea justice that would have made my own GRANDFATHER turn pale! LET THEM OVERHEAT.”
“TRITON!” the queen snapped. “You forget yourself. You forget your hospitality obligations! You forget basic courtesy to your queen! Stop it right now or I’ll be forced to put pufferfish oil in your wine!”
Triton spun toward his wife, ready to yell again. Only to stop short at the sight of her in her full royal regalia, including her version of the crown and scepter. She looked so regal–and so remote. Every inch his wife, but also calmly dispassionate, serenely confident and utterly resolved. Suddenly he wasn’t angry any more. Frustrated, yes, but not angry. Frustrated and curious. “Would you really put pufferfish oil in my wine?”
“Yes, and I wouldn’t be the first queen in my line to have to resort to it when a king wouldn’t behave himself,” was the wry response. She tamed it a bit with one of her slow smiles. “I wouldn’t use enough to kill you, just to knock you unconscious until you weren’t causing any more problems.”
Triton guffawed so loudly he startled himself. “Will you never cease surprising me, Iyo?” he asked, smiling broadly at her.
Her own expression widened into what could only be termed a grin, and then the remote, serene queen was suddenly his beloved wife again. “I certainly hope not, your Majesty.”
“I hope not too, your Majesty,” he returned before sobering slightly. “It seems that Witch Caleb has escaped us for now, but as I can not do anything about that, let us go welcome Alexander and William’s guests, I suppose.”
Iyo fussed with the coronet containing her mass of dark curls. “Is this thing on straight?” she asked.
“You’ve never looked more regal,” he confirmed. “When I turned around, for a moment, I was afraid of you myself.”
“Then let’s go intimidate everyone into loving Alex and Willie as much as we do, my love,” Iyo said, and joining arms, they swam out the door of their quarters.
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#jatp fanfic#julie molina#luke patterson#fluff and feels#fluff and humor#alternate universe#little mermaid au#willex#juke fic#flufftober2022
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jukeboxsource challenge ♫ distance
Up With the Worry, Down With the Flurry
Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Living!Phantoms AU, Slightly Aged Up Characters, Love Confession, Friends to Lovers, Driveway Kisses
Summary: On the eve of Sunset Curve's first big tour, Luke makes a surprising confession.
#juke#jukebox#julie and the phantoms#jatp#jatp fic#jukeboxsource#jukeboxsourcechallenge#my fic#did i have time to write this this week? absolutely not#but this week was really awful and i need some juke fluff
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the sun, the moon, the stars
she was the sun.
at first he thought she was the sun.
she was the first spark of light after he crash landed back down on earth; like seeing a glimpse of the rising sun following a cold, seemingly never ending, dark night.
her glow only intensified once he heard her sing, that dazzling voice blinding him in one fell swoop, leaving his eyes struggling to adjust. it was beautiful the way she would shine just as brightly onstage as she did in the privacy of her own home, her voice warming him to his very core, one note at a time.
the only problem was that he could never afford to get too close — if he did, if he tried, all the dreams and illusions that were built up in his head about this new life would burn to a crisp, leaving behind smoke and a trail of shattered hopes.
she was the sun, and he was no one.
she was the moon.
when he got the chance to get to know her a little more, when he found himself inevitably starting to fall for her, he realised he had been mistaken — that maybe julie wasn’t the sun, but rather the moon.
a quiet ethereal beauty that cast light on everything in its path, guiding lost stumbling souls out of the depth of the shadows and into its brilliance. with all odds against him, against them, she had managed to pull him out of his nightmares, and help shine a light on a home that had been long forsaken by hope.
it was also an undeniable fact that she had the distinct ability to pull him in and keep him in her orbit. he always found himself gravitating towards her, her voice effortlessly pulling him in like the rising tide of the ocean’s waves, her power on him never wavering.
and unlike the sun, touching her wouldn’t destroy him; wouldn’t set him ablaze. but she was still too far out of reach, fingers outstretched as far as they can go, yet still coming up empty.
she was the moon, out of reach, and he a ghostly shadow.
she was the stars.
more time had passed, and his thoughts kept shifting; the longer he looked at her, the more he was convinced she was the stars.
twinkling in the night sky even when surrounded by darkness, refusing to give in to the shadows. obstacle after obstacle, she rises up, never letting anyone dim that light shimmering in her eyes.
he always looked at her the same way, as one would a starry night — in awe and reverence at its sheer sparkling beauty, with millions upon millions of little glittering lights coming together to paint a masterpiece.
he could never look away.
but this only solidified what he already knew — just like the stars belonged to no one, she would never be his, was never meant to be his. her place was in the heavens, where her brilliance could mesmerise any who looked her way.
she was the stars, but who was he?
it was only when his fingers reached out and traced the soft curves of her cheek, palms pressing against forbidden warm skin, did he finally realise.
did he finally understand.
she wasn’t the sun, the moon, nor the stars.
she was all of them combined,
she was his entire universe.
and maybe, just maybe, that meant he was someone.
#uhhhhh so much prose#JUKE FLUFF BECAUSE WHY THE HELL NOT#HAPPY birthWEEK to ME#jatp#juke#julie and the phantoms#jatp fics#my fics#HAPPY JUKE MONDAY#luke patterson#julie molina#prose imène is back i guess and true to form it’s about the SUN and MOON and STARS#also juke
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For the hug prompts, could you do 3 and 2 with Alex and Julie?
It’s a little different with each of them, now that they can touch.
Reggie’s all bouncing hugs after rehearsal and sneaking up behind her so he can tuck his chin onto her shoulder, his limbs or his head ending up in her lap during movie nights.
Luke is, well, Luke, and all their interaction are charged with the nervous energy that comes with balancing on the edge of something more than friends. Hands brushing accidentally when they play the piano, fingers loosely intertwined while they write, and his palm on her cheek when he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
But Alex’s hugs are her favorite. For one thing, he’s just the right height for her to burry her face in his chest and it doesn’t hurt that he wears the softest, coziest sweatshirts.
Or maybe it’s just that she just appreciates them more because they are so rare.
Alex is more tentative than the others. Hesitates a little longer, pulls away a little faster. She can’t tell if it has something to do with her specifically or if it’s just how he is.
This morning Alex poofs into the kitchen with a smile and wraps an arm around her shoulders for a couple seconds before leaning ever so causally against the counter.
Which is to say, because it’s Alex, not very causally at all.
She can tell he’s especially anxious this morning, had memorized all his ticks ages ago. The way his fingers tap on the nearest surface and his eyes don’t stay focused on any one point and his leg jumps like he’s barely managing to stand still.
With anyone else she might ask if he was okay, but she knows Alex will talk when he’s ready. Knows he needs to talk everything out until he can make it make sense. Knows it’s probably why he’s here in the first place.
So she just continues packing her lunch and waits him out.
“So, I have a date later,” is what he finally says.
Julie grins, biting back the urge to tease him for the blush spreading across his cheeks. “And?” she prompts gently.
“And I’m freaking out!” Alex exclaims.
Julie put down the butter knife, “You and Willie have been going out for a month. What’s different about today?”
“He wants to teach me to skateboard.” Alex announces solemnly.
And Julie can’t help herself, she laughs.
Alex glares at her, “If I wanted to be laughed at I would have just talked to Luke and Reggie.”
“I’m sorry,” Julie says through her giggles, “But that’s a terrible idea.
“I know!” Alex yells, burying his face in his hands, the rest of his words coming out muffled, “That what I told him.”
Julie sighs, she’s clearly not helping. Walking over she tugs at Alex’s hands until he gives in and looks at her.
“It’ll be fine,” she says in her most reassuring voice, “Willie won’t let anything bad happen to you.” She grins, “I bet he’s a good teacher.”
Alex’s face goes red and he tugs her into a tight hug, probably just to hide the blush, but she’ll take it either way. “Thanks, Jules.”
Julie smiles, breathing in the comforting scent of flowers and drum polish and sweat. It doesn’t sound like it should be nice, but it’s so inherently Alex, that she can’t help but love it.
“Hey, Alex?” She murmurs into his pink hoodie.
“Yeah?”
“If you break your arm, Flynn will destroy you both.”
Side hugs (#2) and pulling into a hug (#3)
#julie and the phantoms#jatp#alex mercer#julie molina#send me asks#i write things#brother/sister hugs#pure friendship fluff#aparently i’m incapable of leaving reggie and luke out completely#background:#willex#juke
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Julie and the Phantoms fics
dreams are sweet (until they’re not)
There’s a kind of hidden desperation in each of their encounters, like this might be the last time they see each other. The chance of discovery, the reality that every day that passes means Julie’s one day older, the knowledge that this relationship can’t even exist outside of this building—it creeps into the back of their minds, bleeds over into their conversations, spills into their kisses and loving touches.
This can’t last, so we have to make the most of what we have, they tell each other. Because getting a small slice of happiness with each other is worth the inevitable pain.
or, Luke works at the HGC and starts a secret relationship with Julie, with all the danger that entails
share your dreams with me
Band practice is forgotten for a moment as Luke takes in the scene. His friends, all together for a purpose they all believe in. For a sound, for lyrics, for music they all create together.
*
*
just some fluff about how much Luke loves his friends and his dream
one moment is all it takes
Julie smiles again, love for her mom and for this ghost with her overwhelming the grief for a moment. “And she sent me you, the best part of my life. I don’t know where I’d be without you, Luke.”
The couple grins in unison, as they do so often. Julie allows herself a moment to look away from the road to stare at her musical soulmate.
But one moment is all it takes.
time after time
Julie’s mind whirls. “An earlier point in time, you mean?” she says, disbelief evident in her voice.
Agent Taylor clarifies. “What he means is, Mr. Wilson invented a time machine, and chose not to tell the government about it until it was stolen by terrorists.”
or, the timeless au no one asked for but i wanted to write
let go of the world you know
he can feel them slipping
his life from before
they’re still there
but just barely
like one strong wind could blow them away into the dust, forever
or, Caleb takes Luke's memories, and it's not pleasant
i’m hold onto pieces of us that i just can’t let go
Reggie hasn’t stopped crying for seven days straight. Or at least, it feels like it. Alex was crying for what felt like an hour and it had been twenty five years, so Reggie's not sure on how time works for ghosts sometimes. All he knows is the bright ball of light that was Julie Molina has been snuffed out and it feels like the world has stopped and is holding its breath.
....
And suddenly, a new thought occurs to him. Reggie bolts upright, hope exploding in his chest.
“What if she’s a ghost?”
can’t kill the fire i feel inside
“It's called the Pull.” The words that spell doom for Luke are some of the simplest ones he’s ever heard.
“The Pull?” he questions.
Willie nods. “It’s a weird thing that happens with some ghosts. An all-consuming need to be with someone, a deeper instinct than normal attraction or love. It doesn’t happen often, but always between two ghosts, and it’s part of their unfinished business."
alone together
through him
(through them)
she finds
music
passion
hope
creativity
life
once more
friendship
quickly blossoms
into shared
time, shared
thoughts, shared
souls
learn to live with the unimaginable
Ray had thought he was done with it all.
The tests, the scans, the anxious drives to and from the hospital, the endless waiting, the hopeless horror.
But he was wrong.
~~~
Having a brother
is all fun
and games
until
until
your mom dies.
then,
having a brother
is a
necessity.
let’s be crazy
Julie chalked up, getting ready to try her new dismount from the uneven bars when she looked over to see Luke jumping on the floor. She smiled slightly at his antics.
“What do they make this springy floor out of?” Luke asked.
“Springs,” Julie deadpanned.
or, i started watching make it or break it and made it Juke
if it’s only a game you lost me
“You’re different,” Willie concludes.
“Different, bad?”
“Bad for me.” Alex’s heart drops at that. “I didn’t want to think about you,” Willie continues. His face is earnest, and his tone isn’t harsh, just sincere. “I wanted to stay focused. And then I saw you…after you got shot. Fighting for your life.” His voice grows softer, drawing Alex’s eyes back to his face. And then it shutters closed again as Willie says, “But you’re right. I’m kevlar, you’re not.”
“You don’t have to be.”
i feel something around me now
Luke Patterson, the bastard of the barrel, limped his way into the chapel.
It was the last place someone like him should be, considering what he had done in the past to earn the nickname "Dirtyhands," but the Inferni chasing him left him with few options. He hoped Julie wouldn't run into any trouble, since the Inferni was only following him. Julie could take care of herself, but he couldn't stop the single thread of anxiety from snaking down his back at the thought of her being in danger.
i miss the days when
The door slams open and Luke shoots to his feet, an admonishment on the tip of his tongue. It dies the second he sees Rose burst through the door, a wild and panicked look in her eyes. “Luke, come with me.” She runs to him, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the exit.
“Rose, what?” Luke tries to pull away, but damn this woman is strong. “I have a show–”
“They’re hurt,” she throws over her shoulder, still yanking him out of the building. “Mi hermana found your boys, and it’s not good.”
past the curses and cries
She jolts upright, looking around for the others. Alex and Reggie are sprawled a short distance away, and Luke is only two feet to her right.
But Luke’s wheezing in pain, and there’s a huge red stain on the suit jacket he stole for his disguise. Julie’s breath leaves her in a gasp as she hurries to him.
prompt fill set in an HP au because why not!
i’ll watch
the thing about being a wordsmith
is you have
so many
(almost too many)
words to express
yourself
and yet
they aren't enough
the irony is cruel on his tongue.
he watches her
get older
without him.
running with fire, i live like a liar
The man stops moving and says in a raspy voice, “Hey sweetheart.”
Julie’s so shocked it takes a moment to even realize that he’s talking to her. She blinks at him, but he just shoots her the same smirk he gave her when she first picked him out from the crowd. He keeps his voice low and says, “You shoulda told me our honeymoon was going to be this much fun.”
Julie stares at his blue-green eyes, now perfectly clear and full of mirth. He squeezes her hand once, then lets go and moves his legs under him so he can crouch beside her. “Let’s go slow, while they’re distracted,” he breathes in her ear. A shiver runs down her spine as she nods. Even though she doesn’t know this boy, they’re in this together now.
Full of Love, Full of Light
Julie keeps talking. “Reggie, I’m so glad you’re here with me, and I love you. Thank you for being a part of my family.”
Reggie’s definitely not crying now; those aren't tears welling in his eyes, nope, not at all. He sniffles and whispers, “Thanks Julie. I love you too.”
or, 3 times Reggie feels like a part of the Molina family
i stumble through the wreckage, rusted from the rain (there’s nothing left to salvage, no one left to blame)
It's been a very long time since Alex has kept a secret this big from the people he loves. One that can change everything. One that's so big, so monumental, life will never be the same once he shares it.
And he can say with certainty that he hasn't missed the anxiousness that comes with keeping a secret like this. The way his mind whirls in circles, coming up with every possible scenario of what could happen when he tells them. How his stomach rolls, and his insides turn to jelly at the thought of revealing it. How the fear keeps his fingers locked, and his breath short.
How much danger there is in telling the truth.
...
“We’re getting out of here. Tonight. There’s a ghost who can free our souls from Caleb.”
nothing broken (just our minds)
The quiet of the studio is broken by saxophones playing a very familiar tune. The sound comes from everywhere, and yet nowhere, all at once. Luke jolts upright, guitar almost falling off of his lap. He clutches it tightly as the sax continues, a drumbeat adding to the sound now.
This can’t be possible. Caleb’s gone; they got rid of the stamps. Luke checks the inside of his wrist, panicked that somehow the purple seal will stain his skin. But there’s nothing there.
or, Caleb sends a song to torture the boys
in a world i can’t fix (with a hammer in my fist)
“Connection. That’s why you play, why your passion is music. You long for the special connection between performer and watcher, between singer and listener.”
Luke’s not sure how Caleb knew that. Maybe he had been paying attention during all those rant sessions Luke had in his office (before the jolts came, of course).
“I…” Luke can’t find any words, so Caleb fills the space with a wave of his hand. “We need people like that in the Hollywood Ghost Club, Lucas. But to have that connection, you need audience members. And that is exactly what we are here to do today.”
don’t tell me that it wasn’t black and white
“Well, I suppose a name would make things easier, Detective,” August continued, and Julie was glad he seemed to have missed her confusion. “A word -- a signifier to your senses. Something that means a smell, a feeling, a taste…” He trailed off, eyes flicking to her lips once again. Julie’s heart gave a traitorous jump.
In the distant future, Private Investigator Julie Molina finds herself with a case that leads to an annoying yet attractive agent helping her, and maybe....the hint of something more?
i can’t change the past but i can fight to change today
“It’s a song about a girl named Emily?” Julie says, and the woman’s eyes dart between the paper and Mitch.
“I’m Emily,” she whispers.
Julie nods solemnly and holds out the paper. “Then I think your son may have written this song for you.”
Emily takes the song as Mitch puts his hands on her shoulders, leaning to read it as she unfolds it. Julie’s fully prepared to stand here and watch them read it, but then the boy behind her begins to sing.
Julie can hear Luke sing Unsaid Emily. It's... a lot
my mind is a home i’m trapped in
Alex loves being able to use his drums as an extension of himself. Sometimes he pretends his anxieties are laid out on each piece of the set. The thoughts of being dead? Clang, the symbols go. The hidden fear that his friends will turn on him for liking boys? Thump, his foot hits the pedal of the bass drum. He whacks the high and medium toms, pretending he’s beating back the questions of why and how and who and where. Those questions are different depending on the days, but he places them all onto the drums, letting himself get lost in the rhythms he creates. The anxiety backs down, the fear recedes, and he finds the enjoyment in keeping tempo for his friends.
It’s all going great, until they reach the bridge.
hold you in my arms and i won’t let go
Everyone else is broken, so Alex can’t be. Someone needs to step up, and he volunteers himself for the task.
He knows, of course, that if he said this in so many words, everyone would be quick to take the burden from him. His anxiety aside, he knows that doing things alone isn’t the Molina style. Or Julie and the Phantoms’ style either. A small part of him knows that if Julie could see him, she would give him a soft smile and remind him that they are a family, and families don’t shoulder these heavy burdens alone.
But Alex shoves imaginary Julie to the back of his mind. He has to do this, because he doesn’t know what will happen if he doesn’t.
wide awake in the middle of your nightmare
It happens so fast.
One minute, Luke’s watching Julie as she sings her heart out on stage. Completely mesmerized by her talent and her beauty.
Looking back later, Luke thinks that’s what the problem was. He’s always been too enamoured by Julie--too amazed by her to realize she wasn’t indestructible. She wasn’t permanent. She was fragile, even; more so than he was, because he was already dead. She never seemed breakable; the wrecking ball of talent was the one doing the destruction, breaking hearts with tragic songs and blowing minds with her incredible voice. He forgot that Julie, no matter how tough she seemed, still needed to be protected.
Accidents could still happen.
everything has got a price
But maybe the little that does is enough. Maybe, maybe, but maybe not--
Luke and Julie vanish into thin air, leaving the Orpheum Theater behind them.
~~~
It’s not enough.
They reappear into the worst place in the club, the room Luke hates the most: Caleb’s office. Nothing good ever happens in this cursed area. Luke shakes off memories of Alex clutching his chest, breath coming in short gasps, and Reggie with tears in his eyes as Luke begs for another chance, just stop hurting them.
trade my joy for her protection
“Julie, we have to have this out.”
“No, Luke, we--”
He cuts her off. “Julie, yes we do. We need to talk about it.”
don’t say goodbye
Bobby has to keep him talking so he knows his friend is still there. If Luke falls unconscious again... “Where did you get the street dogs from?”
Luke whimpers as another spasm hits him, then answers, “Sam’N’Ellas. They were close by and they were cheap.”
If the situation were different, Bobby would laugh at Luke for convincing Alex and Reggie to eat from the sketchy couple selling hot dogs out of their car. The bandmates had walked by them two weeks ago when they got the call they could play their showcase at the Orpheum, and Alex had insisted they go check out the theater.
But there’s nothing funny about watching Luke writhe in pain on the ground.
...
or, Bobby finds the boys after the hotdogs and has to watch what happens next
music is the only place i can go to speak to you
If Julie could put a relationship status for herself and music, it would be “it’s complicated.”
Julie’s mom and music were so intertwined in her life. Her mom was music.
But that’s the key word, isn’t it? Was.
or, Julie thinks about music and her mom
you are alive.
Julie’s fingers still as she says, “Your hair’s getting longer. We should trim it.”
Luke doesn’t think ghosts’ hair can grow, but it’s not a big deal, so he doesn’t bother asking Willie about it.
or, the boys come back to life slowly
Watch You Breathe In
The scream rips from Julie’s throat, terror coursing through her. Not Carlos, please don’t let him die. He’s only ten.
She watches as Caleb jerks his knife out of Carlos’ stomach, her brother crumpling up and falling to the ground.
Her feet are moving instantly, rushing towards the small form lying way too still for someone with so much energy.
Please let him be okay.
you were an angel in the shape of my mom
Those plants cannot die.
That wouldn't be fair to Mom, because she loved those plants almost as much as she loved music, or her family, or those little dancing Santas the stores would have at Christmastime (which Carlos also loved, because they always made him laugh, and his mom had the best laugh which made him laugh even harder).
Carlos wrestles with grief, and takes care of some plants
it is for family that he plays
But now, Reggie can tell his friends are split in the worst of ways, and he doesn’t know what he is supposed to do.
Taking Caleb’s offer was off the table when it was simply choosing between playing for him or playing with Julie. Reggie had everything he needed with his new band — with Julie (including a family of lifers that didn’t know about him yet but he enjoyed their company nonetheless).
Rejecting Caleb’s offer had been easy.
The circumstances, however, had changed.
reggie's pov of Nothing to Lose
it is for dreams that he drums
Alex’s arms kept moving as his mind whirled. Luke was fully under Caleb’s spell now, facing the crowd beside the magician. Alex tried to stop playing, but his hands didn’t belong to him anymore. They moved to Caleb’s rhythm, keeping the tempo for the rest of the band, backing Caleb’s vocals as he continued to sing. He had given up looking for Willie, and focused on trying to get out of the club.
...
Alex couldn’t let himself focus on the loss of control for too long, because he didn’t have time to spiral now. Escape first, panic later.
alex's pov during Nothing to Lose
it is only for love that he sings
This isn’t how music works.
This isn’t how it should work, anyway. But it’s happening, without his permission.
....
Luke knows music.
And this is a perversion of everything he’s ever desired.
it's basically just luke's pov of the end of Nothing to Lose
i saw imène's post and spiraled
right this way
Julie, meanwhile, is once again struck by the similarities between Luke and Donny. “Flying Solo” had turned out amazing, and they had written so many songs together since then. She had opened her dream box and used some of her other lyrics and poems she had written in the year after her mom died to create new songs with Luke, changing them around, combining them, adding his ideas to her words. And Donny had done the exact same thing for Julia; taken her words and put them to music to touch people in a new way.
or, the band watches a movie for Julie's homework and get more than they bargained for.
The Last Night
Reggie comes late to band practice one day and the boys have a revelation
Based on some lines from "The Last Night" by Skillet
dying takes longer (the second time around)
What if the jolts had lasted a little longer before Julie could give her boys the magic hug?
Takes place during 1x09, starting right after the Orpheum performance
Alex, Luke and Reggie's pov
Written for JATP Appreciation Week Day 7: write something set in canon-verse (mine's a little canon-divergent, sorrynotsorry)
watching is worse (the second time around)
What if the jolts had lasted a little longer before Julie could give her boys the magic hug?
Takes place during 1x09 after the Orpheum performance, Julie's pov
Written for JATP Appreciation Week Day 7: write something set in canon-verse (mine's a little canon divergent, sorrynotsorry)
Butterflies and Glitter
Julie takes a second to notice the boy's outfits after their magical hug
Written for JATP Appreciation Week Day 4: found family
Also written using prompt 74 from this list by @niamaggie on tumblr: https://niamaggie.tumblr.com/post/633529458786238464/100-julie-and-the-phantoms
Road Work?
Julie enjoys (somewhat) teaching the boys about modern slang. But Flynn is the master, so when she yeets a paper, the boys are confused. Vine references abound.
Written for JATP Week Day 4: write a fic including pop culture/memes
Music is Gone
Julie's thoughts as she runs away from music class and talks with Flynn during ep 1, including the deleted scene
Written for day 1 of JATP week: favorite character
#my fics#my writing#jatp#julie and the phantoms#julie molina#luke patterson#reggie peters#alex mercer#willie#willex#juke#bobby shaw#trevor wilson#ray molina#rose molina#carlos molina#angst#fluff#au#flynn taylor#frienship#found family#caleb covington
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