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"Nothing makes me more happy than making you smile." sounds very Reggie, but I can't decide between the many Reggie ships.
The room was dark, but honestly Reggie didn't mind-it matched his mood today. He knew that when he got bleak like this he was supposed to talk to someone-his partners, his therapist, anyone really. But even now, he still struggled with that.
Especially on days like today, when everything seemed to be a struggle, when the weight of his depression got to be too much. When he wanted to spend the day in bed and mope.
"Up and at 'em tesoro!" Ray yelled, pulling aside the curtains, causing Reggie to hiss as the sunlight streamed in, as if trying to burn away the gloom that had settled in.
Reggie grumbled and turned back over, burying his face in his pillow, ignoring the teasing fingers along his side. "Give it up Ray."
"Okay grumpy guess, but you'll miss breakfast if you stay here," Ray said, retreating to the door. "Rose made waffles."
Reggie wished he could be swayed by waffles, but even the prospect did little to get him to move. "Not hungry."
He heard Ray leave, and he tried to drift back to sleep, but as exhausted as he was, rest wouldn't come. He heard the door open again, but he still couldn't find it in him to move.
Cool hands touched his forehead and back. "No fever," Rose murmured. "Are you okay tesoro?"
"Bed brain day," Reggie mumbled into his pillow.
"You want me to call Pepper?" Rose offered, but Reggie shook his head. "I know you probably want to be alone, but you know we can't do that right?"
Reggie turned over, finally looking at her. "I know," he said, his voice almost as small as he felt.
"So here's what we're going to do," Rose said, sitting next to him and running her fingers through his hair. "We're going to eat breakfast in bed, bring up your favourite movies, and have a lazy day in bed."
"But...it's a Wednesday!" Reggie protested. "You have students, and Ray I know you have lots of photos to develop! I can't let you..."
Ray put a finger to his lips. "I have time, and you're more important than anything."
"I can call my students to reschedule, it's no big deal," Rose assured him. "They'll probably be relieved to have a day off from scales."
Reggie gave a weak smile at that, letting Ray sit him up as Rose made her calls and fetched the food while Ray set up the small television and VCR in Reggie's room. "Star Wars or Roger Rabbit?"
"Roger please," Reggie requested as he got comfortable in the bed. Rose was back soon enough, bringing waffles drenched in syrup as well as coffee for her and Ray while she had a mug of tea for Reggie-something that always made him feel better when he was down.
"So what are we watching?" Rose asked as she shoved herself into the bed.
Reggie was sure he wouldn't have an appetite, but found himself wolfing down the waffles, feeling a bit better once full of carbs and sugar. Plus he got to watch a movie that had been so formative for him, with all his childhood cartoon heroes shoved into one movie.
"That was good," Reggie commented as the credits rolled and Ray took their dishes down to wash. "I know it's not your favourite..."
"Pish," Rose said, waving him off. "You love it, and it made you smile. Nothing makes me more happy than making you smile."
Reggie pulled her into a hug, burying his face into her neck. "Thank you."
"Anything for you Reggie, you know that," Rose said, rubbing soothing circles into his back.
"I might need some reminding," he admitted quietly.
"Well we're always here for that," Rose promised, easing him back into the bed, cuddling him close. Ray joined them soon after, snuggling in on the other side, listening as Rose serenaded them with Spanish lullabies, Ray humming along sing he could not sing.
Reggie slowly found his eyes drifting closed, feeling loved, supported, a whole deal lighter than when he had woken. Rose and Ray couldn't cure his depression-but they made it easier to bear.
And as Reggie finally slipped into slumber, he finally allowed himself to smile.
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uhm... 👉👈 Ray hitman AU? maybe? if you were up for it? pretty pretty please? 🙏
-For those who don't know I made a shitpost about Ray being a hitman because I looked up housing prices in Los Feliz (and how medical debt works) and SIR HOW THE HELL DO YOU AFFORD THAT HOUSE ON A PHOTOGRAPHER'S SALARY.
-It starts when one of the Petal Pushers has a very abusive, stalker ex. She had tried everything, but even with a restraining order, it isn't enough. Law enforcement just shrugs and suggests she moves (again) after 'someone' breaks into her house, ransacks it and kills her cat.
-It's not like Rose and Ray meant to kill him. But it's what happens. They manage to make it look like an accident. They never tell Violet, but deep down she knows.
-Somehow word gets around and they suddenly have a booming side hustle of taking out abusive spouses, partners, exes, stalkers, etc.
-Ray starts to take on the most of the wet work, with Rose doing the research and being his alibi.
-He's always been a great shot. He won Rose so many stuffed animals at carnival shooting games that they had to start donating them to shelters.
-They do have very strict rules on who they work with and who their targets are. Ray gets very good at stalking people with a giant long distance tele-lens. Both the people who hire them (to make sure they're telling the truth) and the targets.
-The prices they charge vary, and they even have perfected the scheme of 'take out life insurance on him and we get half of the pay out' for people who are in a bad financial situation. Those are trickier because he has to make the deaths look like an accident.
-Listen I'm not saying a few of the plants in Rose's Plant Wall in the studio are toxic. Of course they aren't, they have children running around in there.
-The ones under the grow-light in the attic though....
-He tells everyone he's a photographer but really, he only knows how to work the tele-lens. Rose jokes he could become the world's greatest paparazzi if he wanted to.
-Rarely does he get up close and personal with the targets, but he did made an exception once when 'My Ex Is An Abusive Scumbag number 87' really, really wanted Ray to know the client was right by going after his kid from his first marriage, because his favourite target (their client) wasn't there to take his rage out on.
-He starts hitting the gym after that because it was a liiiiittle too close for comfort.
-As spoken by @floating-in-the-blue: THAT'S WHY HE'S SO FIRM.
-They buy a big house and have money to send the kids to summer camp and fancy music school and the likes. When people ask he just smiles and shrugs and said he signed an NDA so he can't talk about most of his Big Photography Clients.
-Carlos and Julie think their dad is the biggest goober and he totally is. He forgets where he put his phone because he's too busy with the 700 other details of his job. He can tell if any of the parts of his work-toolbox have been moved even a millimeter.
-Just imagine Reggie like: wow Ray really does a lot of research about his photography clients, I wonder if it's like an engagement shoot or something.
-IT WAS NOT AN ENGAGEMENT SHOOT. There was a shooting, though.
-He's a little shell-shocked but still follows Ray down to where he meets the client to promise her it's done, and she cries and tells him thank you and mentions some of the awful things the guy has done or threatened to do, and then he gets it.
-They stage it to look like a break-in gone wrong. Reggie helps knock some shit over when they're distracted like: he's a ghost there are no finger prints. He stays after Ray leaves and watches the woman 'come home' and call the cops. She's either a really good actress, or the tears are just more tears of relief.
-He's really, really glad the abusive guy didn't come back as a ghost though, that would have been so awkward.
-Reggie decides that Julie can never, ever know.
#julie and the phantoms#not!fic#I wrote a thing#ray molina#rose molina#reggie peters#Reggie is the best little ghost accomplice#he's been a distraction from people who might have noticed Ray 'working'#he's calmed down pets and kept them out of the way#(nobody noticed the little cat toy floating in the living room while Ray finished the job in the bedroom after the guy 'OD'ed')#has he haunted a few people Ray's been researching so they have a few awful days before they die mysteriously? Perhaps#he's also alerted Ray about stuff that either meant the potential client was lying or all was not as it seemed#or if things were even worse than they seemed#did he spend the day curled up under a pile of Luke and Alex#because he had to subtley tell Ray there was a WOMAN CHAINED UP IN THE BASEMENT?#he doesn't wanna talk about it#hitman ray
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JATP Season 2 Wishlist
that i wrote in my notes app back in:
and realized i never posted it here? tbf i'm rarely on tumblr. but because i really miss them rn i want to share my ✨ brainrot ✨ that i had back when i thought they were getting a renewal.
Carrie Wilson
she was my biggest flaw in Season 1. I wish her "redemption arc" is fleshed out more in Season 2; give her either more context & backstory to validate her reason for unnecessarily antagonizing Julie, or screentime to properly address how she's just projecting an emotion completely different into bitterness and anger into Julie's recovery
show particularly her earlier dynamic w/ Flynn and Julie? Maybe as Flynn calls her out, we'd get flashback glimpses prior to Rose's death (maybe even Double Trouble temporarily being Triple Threat 👉🏽👈🏽)
for some reason i'm picturing a scene where she's in her dance studio (she has one in their mansion, of course) practicing some of her Dirty Candy routine when she keeps messing up and not in the right mindset to keep dancing. i feel like the best (maybe easiest but whatever) way to guide the audience into her artist mind is to make her be a perfectionist. in frustration, she blows up for a minute before slumping onto the ground and reminisces her fun times with Julie & Flynn
also when you have her develop, please don't make her lose her femininity and the bubblegum pop music, it's great
Old Songs Resurfacing
it'll prove how detailed & thorough you are as a screenwriter if you pay off the songs mentioned in Season 1 in passing to be actual songs in Season 2
Unreleased: Get Lost, Long Weekend, Crooked Teeth, My Name is Luke, and if that riff from the scene in EP. 5 that spurred on the Bobby reveal isn't from one of these songs, add that too
Demo Album: Late Last Night, Lakeside Reflection, In Your Starlight
Willex
imagine your queer couple gets to have their first kiss first than your het main couple, not only will that settle Madi & Charlie's statements about being uncomfortable in doing a kissing scene and maintaining the priority of Juke's emotional over physical relationship, it would also make an powerful statement
Reggie's Character Arc
i know that he initially had an arc that involved a romance with Flynn but because of the ages of who they casted, they scrapped it and didn't have time to rewrite the scripts for him as filming neared, so they have time to adapt to how jeremy portrayed him for season 2: a lovable dork who craves familial love
since there's a possibility that lifers can now see the boys, maybe some found family trope for Reggie and Ray Molina?
he has pretty much formed a parasocial relationship with him at this point
so why not instead of a love interest, Reggie can have his character arc develop & we see his family before thru flashbacks and paralleling those in the current times because he sees Ray as a father figure
picture this: it's raining, Bobby opens the garage door to the sound of knocking, the boys find Reggie soaking wet and out of breath when he tries to say he doesn't know where else to go then the boys immediately figure out another fight in the Peters household happened. Reggie tries to talk again when Alex (because even though they're the airhead-sarcastic duo, they know they love each other) runs up to hug him and tells the other he doesn't have to say anything
cut to a freshly showered Reggie, quietly watching tv with Bobby, Luke, and Alex in the garage, eating whatever
also a solo acoustic country song, pls. just to make him happy
The Aftermath of the Deaths
for both the boys and Rose
we get parallels about how Bobby dealt with trauma and grief to Julie
like, the reason why the clothes are still in there (are to have costume changes for the boys) is because Bobby immediately moved out of the house (therefore also the garage) and left the clothes there because he couldn't bear to burn it, or visit the boys' houses to break the news to their families and return the clothes, or donate it somewhere so he just...left it. it would make for a more solid reason (for costume changes) and an emotional context as to how Bobby really tried to forget them because it was "easier."
it would also make sense why Carrie and Julie ended up friends. Rose probably was there for Bobby when they discovered what happened at the alleyway, so they stayed friends over the years and had their respective families but still kept in touch, (bonus points if absolutely nothing romantic happened between them! yay to normalizing platonic male-female relationships) and why Rose would immediately think of Bobby's three late bandmates to send for Julie when she was on her deathbed
Bobby never really "moved on" (because grief is a really complex thing). it's showed that he has a therapist and everything, and this could definitely have some aftereffects on his daughter. Carrie growing up seeing her father be this amazing rockstar but a negligent father and only showing love in ways she doesn't need (like riches and fame and connections to the music industry) because he's actually a really lonely man on the inside and no one can see that except for Bobby's spouse and Carrie. it'd explain why Carrie is spoiled, and other negative character traits that Carrie has on the surface
it's even why Bobby changed his name to Trevor: 1) Bobby is so closely associated to Sunset Curve and it's an absolute pain to be reminded of that every day, 2) it's a stage name and artists really do get that
More Worldbuilding
they already had some pretty creative concepts/ideas in the first season, so why not expand/expound on them a bit more
the instruments are attached to their souls that's why the boys at first can only touch them, like how Willie's skateboard and helmet are attached to him
which is why when they attach themselves to the world of the present, they gather up energy and focus on touching tangible things like the picture frame
this may follow the logic toward the end where they are finally able to touch Julie because she has become attached to their souls. emotionally.
More Creative Collaboration
i believe in the principle that when a story is finally released/published/told to the world, the world shares it. this is also visible in film/tv where when the scripts are finished and actors receive them, the story becomes part of theirs to work on. which means that they have some sort of autonomy over their characters' motivations, a chance to be heard of their ideas and pitches, and why some certain scenes wouldn't work, etc etc. it doesn't just become the director's story nor the screenwriters'.
the actors' ideas such as Perfect Harmony and their solos from Nothing to Lose are great because they let them in. they took risks, and it paid off incredibly well. more of that please. have them be a part of the writing process, (also the story), but never forget what made the music production great in the first place. be coherent and don't be like others that let too many hands work on one piece—it will lose its sound, its identity.
Julie Knowing
that Nick is possessed by Caleb. ohmygOD. hear me out.
the same S1 ending will play somewhere in 2x01, but it will be revealed that Julie was watching through the window the entire time and when she opens the door to receive the flowers, that last look she gives him is actually her scheming.
determined to get Nick back, imagine The Promised Neverland's level of mindgames Julie could play with Caleb because we already know our girl's smart
Free Willie Willie's Freedom
since the boys feel indebted to Willie's help, they insist on helping him too with getting rid of Caleb's stamp
maybe through his connection with Alex? or maybe Willie's family or friends who are still lifers (which is unlikely but either way). he needs to be saved !!
Song Sequences Ideas
juke counter melody duet like Rini's "Even When/The Best Part," Shane & Mitchie's "Wouldn't Change a Thing," or dodie & Jon Cozart's "a love song/a non love song"
emotional carrie ballad paired with lyrical hiphop choreo
willex song - i absolutely have no idea where this could go directionally but maybe alex on an acoustic guitar with a really soft sweet tune
reprises of S1 songs but in the complete opposite of their original style (the fandom's lonelier All Eyes on Me version, i see u)
nick guitar solo - just because Sacha actually plays, idk how it'd fit in to the plot yet but hey
Nothing to Lose (Reprise) - back in the '90s, a producer manipulates Bobby to sign a record deal to become a star but on one condition: disassociate himself with Sunset Curve, to which he first declines until he slowly gets persuaded. (sort of like Todrick Hall's So Lucky to Be You meets Lyn Lapid's Producer Man)
"So how about it, Bobby Shaw? Do we have a deal?"
"Trevor."
"I'm sorry?"
"Call me Trevor Wilson."
i'm pretty sure someone made an animatic with this idea too but i cannot for the life of me find it !!
7. Season 2 starts the same way as Season 1 does before the opening song plays
Black screen that reads a text "Hollywood 1995"
a pan down to the Orpheum's overhead sign that reads "SUNSET CURVE SOLD OUT"
cut to the interior with Rose finishing up her cleaning when a stage manager calls out: "Sunset Curve!" to which Bobby abruptly stops his pacing back and forth to look up. he and Rose look at each other. music swells until...
cut to him running onto the alleyway, "are they still not finished eating? those gluttons are dead to me i swear—" he cuts off his own words when he sees the boys getting dragged onto stretchers. but we, the audience, don't see it. just a close up of bobby as the ambulance lights reflects his face. rose comes up behind him, still clutching their t-shirt.
[i honestly have no idea if Bobby should get on stage because it just proves Luke's theory of The Orpheum's opening bands eventually becoming big & successful so it'll explain the Trevor Wilson fame even though at first he only did it for the boys, or if he shouldn't because according to the article Julie googled he ran away immediately after they were pronounced in the scene] but either way, this is how the opening starts.
then it progresses to Rose and Bobby respectively having children so they could parallel each other blah blah
8. Julie plays a simple song on the piano while the guys watch her in awe
Storytelling through Props
let's dive deep into Rose's luggage/suitcase and use the props to head for Julie's emotional attachment with them
they already did it with the wardrobe: Rose wears the black leather vest in the pilot while Julie wears the same thing in EP 6
add depth to the characters' relationships like us finding out Julie's multilayered necklace is actually a gift from Carrie or something
SOYON ANN YOU'RE A GIFT FROM GOD. Bobby's necklace is present in both young and old!him
**Rose in flashback scenes should be wearing clothes we've already seen Julie in Season 1 just for greater effect.
The Bobby Conflict
definitely needs to be brought up again by Season 2; they only discarded somewhere in the middle because more pressing matters like the boys' existence blipping away was pushed to the forefront of the story
however, The Bobby Conflict changes. it'll be cleared up that he was offered a record deal as a solo artist by a manipulative producer. and given that the poor boy is only 17 (too, maybe), he agrees. what he doesn't know is the contract's fine print: giving up Sunset Curve's royalties
that information clears it up to the audience and the band, so the conflict becomes this: Bobby's Survivor's Guilt. god wouldn't that be so good tackling that in a kids'/family show.
#julie and the phantoms#jatp#julie molina#reggie peters#luke patterson#alex mercer#carrie wilson#bobby wilson#trevor wilson#willie#bobby shaw#ray molina#carlos molina#rose molina#flynn taylor#uranus
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idk how to actually ask prompts or if ur still doing these (feel free to delete this one if ur not) but i have this scenario in my head where Ray take his 4y/o Julie to the park with his wife and a 5y/o Reggie comes by his back "Dad! Dad, look what i found!...you're not my dad." and Reggie can't actually find his dad
Hello Anon! Yes still taking prompts, sorry this took so long! Irl things were taking too much energy so I've been really slow on the prompt fills. I hope this finds you well! And I hope this matches up with what you were thinking, it's a really good idea!!!
TW: Implied child abuse and neglect.
"Swing, swing!" Julie exclaims, pulling at her parents' hands as the playground comes into view.
Ray laughs. "Of course, mija, we can do swings," he tells his 4-year-old daughter.
"Might have to just be you on that one though," Rose tells him, glancing down at the baby strapped to her chest. "I think Carlos is starting to wake up."
Ray leans over to peck her on the cheek. "Of course, I got it."
"Swing!" Julie cries again, more insistent this time.
Ray chuckles and allows her to tug him towards the tall, metal swing set. Julie clambers up onto one of the seats and Ray ducks around the chains to get behind her.
"Ready, Julie?" he asks, placing one hand on her back.
"Yes!" Julie cheers.
"Ready, set, go!" Ray calls as he pushes her forward.
His daughter giggles as she flies through the air, first up and then back down towards Ray. He can't help but echo the sound as he pushes her higher and higher. Not too high, she's only 4 after all, but enough to give her that magical feeling of weightlessness that Ray misses from his own childhood.
He glances over at one point to see Rose going down the little slide with a gurgling Carlos in her arms. He wishes he had his camera on him so he could get a picture of it. Ah well, another time.
Julie protests when he misses a push so he turns back to his little girl. Her ponytail is bouncing all over as she tips her head back. Ray thanks God every day that Rose knows how to handle her curls. He wouldn't have the faintest clue where to even start with them.
"Dad! Dad, look what I found!" someone yells from behind him.
Ray thinks nothing of it until he feels a small hand tugging on his black and green overshirt. He looks down to see a little boy, probably a little older than Julie, with dark, straight hair that falls over his eyes. Through the fringes, Ray can see the boy's delight and excitement quickly turn to confusion.
"W-wait, you're not my dad," the boy stutters, stepping back quickly.
"It's okay, no worries," Ray assures the boy, giving him a wide smile. He scans the playground quickly. "Is that your dad over there?" he asks, pointing to a man sitting beside the sandbox who looked to be around his build.
The boy squints, then shakes his head. "No, that's not him," he responds. He stares around at all the grown-ups there, and Ray can see him getting tenser with every passing second.
Ray drops into a squat so he can be on eye level with the kid. "Well how about I help you find your dad?" he offers, smiling.
The boy seems unsure. "Mom wouldn't like that," he mutters, dropping his eyes to the ground.
Stranger Danger, Ray thinks. He's glad the kid is cautious at least. "I bet your mom will just be relieved that they found you," he reassures the boy. He holds out a hand. "I'm Ray."
"Reggie," the boy says. He hesitates, then reaches out to shake Ray's hand in his tiny one.
"Who're you?" Julie asks suddenly, jumping off her now slowed swing to run up beside Ray.
"This is Reggie," Ray tells her. "We're gonna help him find his dad."
"Okay!" Julie agrees, grinning through her crooked front teeth. She turns to Reggie. "Hi, I'm Julie, this is my dad!"
Reggie returns her grin slowly. "Hi Juwie."
"Ju-lee," she corrects, giggling.
Reggie goes red. "Sorry, sorry," he stutters, his smile gone and his eyes widening.
Ray frowns at that reaction. Who was teaching a kid this young to be this upset over a simple mistake? Lots of the kids in Julie's preschool class had done the same thing.
"It's okay," Julie says, suddenly alarmed. She darts forward and wraps her arms around Reggie's shoulders.
Reggie seems startled by the hug, but after a second he returns it. Ray's chest feels warm at how Julie has so easily made the boy relax.
When Julie lets him go, Ray clears his throat and glances around the playground again. "Reggie, what's your dad's name?" he asks, getting back to the task at hand. The boy's parents must be frantic at not being able to find him.
Reggie frowns, thinking. "Well most of the grown-ups call him Rob, but mom calls him a word I got in trouble for saying at kindergarten."
Ray doesn't let himself dwell on that second part. "Okay, Rob then. What's your last name?"
"Peters."
Julie smiles. "That's my teacher's name."
Ray chuckles. "Well Julie, Peter is your teacher's first name. It's Reggie's last name. Like how your last name is Molina," he explains.
He racks his brain. He can't think of a Rob Peters that lives in their neighborhood, and that's most of who comes to this park. "Do you know your dad's phone number?" he asks Reggie.
Reggie shakes his head. "He gets mad if I ask about his phone."
Ray isn't sure what to do with that information. He just knows he doesn't like it. But that will have to wait. "Okay, that's okay Reggie," he assures the boy. "Where was the last place you saw him?"
"By the slide," Reggie answers, pointing. "We came over here in the truck and he took me to play."
"Your dad brought you here, but he's not here now?" Ray clarifies.
Reggie nods silently, biting his bottom lip. "He likes hiding sometimes, but I'm really good at finding him."
Ray makes a mental note to mention this to Victoria later. His sister-in-law is a social worker. Hopefully Reggie is just blowing things out of proportion because he's young and doesn't have a solid grasp on the world yet, but he'd rather be safe than sorry. Would rather Reggie be safe.
"Okay, well what does your truck look like?" he asks. "Is it still here?"
"It's blue, Dad uses it for work," Reggie tells him, looking around for the vehicle. His brow furrows. "Where's the truck?"
Ray spots the first tear escaping from the boy's eye. Julie must see it too, because she takes a couple of steps forward and pulls Reggie into another hug.
"Don't worry, my Papi is super good at finding stuff," she tells him. Then she laughs. "Unless it's his keys. Mami always has to find them for him."
Reggie lets out a watery chuckle at that. "My mom never finds things for my dad," he says. "She just yells right back at him."
"Everything okay over here?" Rose inquires, walking up to them with Carlos balanced on her hip.
Reggie retreats behind Julie, but Ray offers his wife a worried smile. "Don't worry, Reggie, this is Julie's mom, Rose," he tells the boy. "Reggie can't find his dad," he explains, rising to his feet.
"Oh no," Rose murmurs, frowning.
"I think his dad might have left him here," Ray adds in a hushed tone so only she can hear. "His truck is gone and Reggie said that his dad likes hiding from him."
"He doesn't know a phone number or an address?" Rose questions, mirroring his volume.
Ray shakes his head. "His dad's name is Rob Peters, and he drives a blue truck, but that's all I know. If he doesn't show up soon, we might have to call the police."
Rose winces. "I hope it doesn't come to that," she says. Then she smiles down at Reggie and Julie. "Well, I have some snacks in my bag," she tells the kids. "Why don't we all sit down and have something to eat. Your dad will probably be back any minute, Reggie."
Both children brighten immediately at the word 'snacks' and Ray thanks heaven for the millionth time for granting him the privilege of being married to Rose Molina. His wife leads them all over to a bench, where she'd left her large purse. She produces crackers and string cheese after a minute of digging around. Ray and Rose had learned soon after having Julie that the number one rule of having little kids was to always have food on hand.
Reggie takes some string cheese and starts tearing it open happily. Julie grabs for the crackers. Carlos whines a little and Rose laughs.
"Don't worry, you can eat too, mijo," she tells him, unbuttoning her shirt enough that he can nurse.
Ray chuckles and settles on the ground with the kids, listening to their very serious discussion about the merits of different snack foods. He wonders if Reggie lives close enough that the two could play together again, under less stressful circumstances. They were getting along pretty well so far.
Just then, Ray hears someone yelling. He looks up to see a man storming towards the playground. The guy might be taller than Ray, and definitely a lot broader. Rose, Reggie, and Julie notice the commotion a moment later.
"Dad!" Reggie exclaims, jumping up. "Dad, I'm over here!"
The man, Rob Peters apparently, turns slowly. His angry expression doesn't soften when he sees his son. "What're you doing over there?!" he demands, crossing his arms. "What have I told you about talking to strangers."
Reggie hangs his head. "I'm sorry, they were being nice," he mumbles.
"I don't care," Rob Peters snaps. "Get in the car."
Ray finally unfreezes and jumps to his feet. "Ah, you must be Reggie's dad," he says, taking a step towards the man and trying for a friendly smile. "I'm Ray, we were helping Reg-"
"I don't care who you are," Rob Peters barks. He takes a few steps forward and grabs Reggie by the arm. "We're going home, kid."
And then they're gone before Ray can get another word out. Reggie manages a little wave over his shoulder. Ray slowly turns back to his family to find them all staring after Reggie as well. Rose glances back at him and their eyes lock.
Ray knows they're in agreement. They're going to mention this to Victoria soon.
#Wait that's the end?!#(I say as if I'm not the one writing it)#anyways Reggie gets removed from his house#Victoria is certified to take in emergency foster kids#so Reggie stays with her for a little while#just until Ray and Rose finish their training courses to become foster parents#and then Reggie becomes their third kid#Because Reggie Molina my beloved#but I'm so sorry for how angsty this got!#tw implied abuse#tw child neglect#legolas tag#julie and the phantoms#jatp fanfic#jatp#reggie peters#julie molina#ray molina#rose molina
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Reggie Peters/Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Flynn Taylor/Carrie Wilson, Alex Mercer/Willie (Julie and The Phantoms)
Characters: Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Flynn Taylor, Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Carlos Molina, Ray Molina, Rose Molina, Carrie Wilson, Caleb Covington
Additional Tags: Bobby Shaw is Not Trevor Wilson, Everyone Is Alive, Good Caleb Covington
Series: Part 2 of Julie and the Lifeguards
Summary:
It's summer time at the Hollywood Pool Club, the gang is all here, and love is in the air! Time for a Juke meet-cute round two! Or will it turn into a meet disaster...?
Part two of a collection of fics from my alive AU where Sunset Curve + Willie work at the HPC, the country club owned by (the not evil, just eccentric) Caleb Covington, and where Julie and Flynn spend their time during the summer break. Fics will be cute, fluff filled stories featuring various couples: Juke, Willex, Boggie, and Flarrie.
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julie’s family is that family that goes all out for christmas
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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.
*
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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
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Chapters: 1/7
Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Bobby | Trevor Wilson/Nick, Alex Mercer & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters & Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Bobby | Trevor Wilson & Alex Mercer & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters & Nick, Nick & Carrie Wilson, Ray Molina/Rose Molina, Caleb Covington & Nick
Characters: Nick (Julie and The Phantoms), Caleb Covington, Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Ray Molina, Rose Molina
Additional Tags: Time Travel, Major Character Death BUT ONLY BRIEFLY, This is, after all, a ghost show, lots of physics rambling, because Meg can and therefore she should, Caleb Covington and all the warnings he entails, Possession, Emotional Manipulation, auditory hallucinations, Tags will probably be added as we update, JATP Big Bang 2022
Summary:
He gets little inputs of sensation—a soft towel squeezing the rain out of his hair, squishy antibiotic cream and cheap plastic Band-Aids being pressed to the cuts on his face and knees, voices of varying pitch and levels of concern sifting in and out of his periphery.
Finally, Nick feels something press to his lips and cold, clear water explodes over his tongue. He reaches clumsily for the cup and tries to tilt it back farther, but a voice murmurs, “Chill out, man, you’ll make yourself sick. Small sips,” and he doesn’t know how to disobey.
The water helps Nick get some of his bearings back, though he thinks that might be his brain lying to him more than any actual restorative effects. He opens his eyes to find his vision has finally steadied itself. He’s sitting up against the arm of a couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders, and there are four boys around his age crouched in front of him: the tall Asian guy who met him at the door, and…
“You’re supposed to be holograms,” Nick says stupidly to the three other members of Julie’s band.
A voice in the back of his head corrects, They’re supposed to be dead.
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Welcome to my Big Bang fic with @a-tomb-with-a-view! Thank you to Kit and Kay at @julieandthephantomsbb for this awesome opportunity, and to our amazing artist @emeraldrain55. Hope you all enjoy!
Taglist: @whenweremarried @sunsethimb0s @pink-flame @penguin0613 @fighttoshine @sunsetcurvecuddles @teenagedirtbag-dot-jpeg @brightattheorpheum @queenmolina @jandthephantoms @lexilucacia @sapphossidechick @acnhaddict @shrimp-colours @sunset-bobby @lenacarstairspotterstewart @conversationaltreestump @burntchromas @julieandthequeers @joyandthephantoms @it-tastes-like-lizard @jatpfs
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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.
Search it on ao3 here!
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.
#julie molina#luke patterson#reggie peters#alex mercer#ray molina#rose molina#juke fanfiction#jukebox my beloved#my writing#julie and the phantoms#julie and the phantoms fanfic#jatp fic#fluff#they are in love#I said it
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"I am just so tired." for Rose/Ray/Reggie pretty please
Ray wasn’t really sure what had woken him up-just that he was now awake. He was a notoriously light sleeper, whereas Rose could sleep anywhere and through anything-ages of tour buses had installed that virtue into her.
He listened for a moment to assure it wasn’t burglars or raccoons and then settled back into his pillow. It was probably just Reggie getting a snack or…
Ray bolted up, racing for the guest bathroom, because now he knew what that sound was-the shower.
Sure enough, Reggie was sitting under the spray of the shower, still in his pyjamas and sobbing his heart out. This wasn’t the first time Ray had caught him doing this since Rose brought him home, but it had been a while since the last instance.
“Reggie?” Ray called quietly, turning off the spray. “You there bud?”
Reggie gave a minute nod. “Nightmare,” he croaked, eyes bloodshot as he turned them to Ray.
“You wanna talk about it?”
Reggie shook his head, holding himself tighter. “They won’t stop.”
Ray sat beside the tub, not touching Reggie, knowing that in this fragile state even that might set him off. He and Rose had been terrified he would hurt himself for a while-a concern that never really went away when he was like this.
“Well we can look into getting you some sleeping pills-“
“They make the nightmares worse,” Reggie replied.
Ray blew out a breath, looking at Reggie. “I know you don’t want to talk to us about it-but maybe it’s time we got you someone you can talk to.”
“Like a shrink?” Reggie glared. “I’m not crazy.”
“Never said you were,” Ray said soothingly. “But a therapist might be able to help you through your trauma and get you back to a healthy place where you can sleep.”
Reggie slumped then, almost defeated. “That’s fair.”
“Look, Tori might know some good people, we’ll ask her tomorrow. And if you don’t like who she suggests we can find someone else. Just give it a chance okay?”
Reggie nodded. “I can do that-for you.”
“Do it for yourself.”
“I am just… so tired,” Reggie whispered, and then shivered. “Also wet.”
Ray barked out a laugh at that, grabbing a towel to throw over him. “We can fix that. You dry off and I’ll get you some dry clothes.”
Some time later, dry and feeling a little better, Reggie found himself being pulled into Ray and Rose’a room, his protests falling on deaf ears.
Rose woke up as Ray shoved Reggie into the bed, blinking her eyes open and smacking her lips. “Oh, hello tesoro did you need some cuddles?”
“They couldn’t hurt,” Reggie admitted, snuggling in. Enjoying how Rose wound around him like a koala with Ray latched onto his back so he was surrounded and warm.
Reggie found himself yawning as a result, and soon drifted off to a lovely-and dreamless sleep.
But even better than that was waking up still in Ray and Rose’s arms, with an offer to share their bed anytime he needed or even wanted to.
An offer he gladly took up, and less than a year later, it was his bed too, no invitation needed.
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For the generated AUs, I got Supernatural Is Known AU + Orphanage AU ^^
Okay but Caleb Covington's Home For Extraordinary Orphans. He's not exactly evil, but after 20-plus years of dealing with everything from mermaids to were-elephants, he is Grumpy.
The Molinas always wanted a big family. Most Werewolves do. Something about a big pack just makes them happy. Not all of them turn, Julie and Victoria don't, but Rose, Ray, and Carlos do. (There have been So Many Arguments in the past about Carlos chewing on Julie's shoes.)
Except Rose found out that after her cancer, she wouldn't be able to have any more kids. They'd been trying for some time but hadn't had any more after Carlos, and now there was no more chance to have any at all. They mourn for a year, before talking it over as a family and deciding that pack is pack and they don't need to be blood related to be family. When Julie is fourteen and Carlos is ten, they finally get approved to adopt.
Victoria goes with them, if only to make sure they don't 'bite off more than they can chew'.
They meet a lot of kids, and just like Victoria expected, they want to take home Everyone. She has to be the voice of reason that no, they do not have a big enough back yard to convert into a lake to adopt that mermaid girl. And adopting Willie, the raccoon shifter, was a terribly unsafe idea because Carlos still hadn't learned to control his chasing-prey instinct. Do they not remember the ordeal with the Henderson's cat?
Eventually, Carlos and Julie come running up to their parents, dragging just about the palest young boy Rose has ever seen.
"Mami, this is Reggie!" Carlos proudly proclaims. "He likes dogs and music and pizza so he has to be our big brother."
Reggie is a sixteen year old vampire who is just grateful he got turned after he was allowed to drive. It's better than being fourteen for the rest of his (after)life, that would be rough. Oh shoot sorry Julie. It gets better, he promises.
Ray and Rose are just so charmed by Reggie and the way he naturally fell into a big brother role for Julie and Carlos that they decide yes, they will adopt a sixteen year old vampire. No they do not care that he won't age. Once he actually matures mentally into adulthood (which vampires do, just a lot slower than than humans) they will help him get emancipated.
Victoria is not there to talk them out of it. Victoria, in fact, is in Caleb's office, getting the paperwork done to adopt Willie.
("What? I said it was dangerous for him to be around Carlos until he gets his prey instinct under control during the full moon. I don't turn, my prey instinct is fine! The only thing I hunt is a good bargain.")
So they take Reggie and Willie home, and things are great. Willie and Reggie were friends at the orphanage, they get together for Family Dinners every Friday except on Full Moons, everything is great. Reggie fits in really well and admits that even before he was turned ten years ago, he didn't have a great family, so having two parents that care about him is really nice.
Except sometimes Reggie acts in a way that can't be attributed to being a vampire, or adopted, or maybe a little traumatised from spending ten years in an orphanage run by a grumpy werepanther. He zones out, and sometimes he talks to himself, or laughs at nothing. Ray and Rose love Reggie, and are fully willing to support their new son and all his quirks (Ray immediately started learning about Star Wars when he realised Reggie was obsessed), but they also want to make sure this isn't anything mental illness related that will hurt him.
So they talk about getting Reggie evaluated, about asking Doctor Turner if she has any recommendations for therapists who specialise in vampirism... But Reggie overhears them.
And then Rose overhears Reggie. Talking to himself in his room again. Except this time it's not under his breath.
"No dude, don't worry about it. I'll just... I'll make something up. I mean, you've always said that I might be autistic, maybe we can just... Nobody's going to find out and send you back, I promise."
Which is of course when Rose pushed open the door before adopting a now Very Familiar Pose to Reggie. The Mom Pose. Hands on her hips, eyebrow raised.
The boy on Reggie's bed slowly started going invisible again, and Rose pointed at him. "Don't you dare!"
He stops fading out of view. He looks to be about Reggie's age.
"Can you just turn invisible, or are you a ghost?" Rose asks. "Because if I find out you've been letting someone go hungry under our roof, Reginald, you are grounded, mister."
"I'm a ghost," the boy in the bed said. "I'm so sorry, it's just that, you were taking Reggie, and your sister was taking Willie, and they're all I have and I just couldn't stay there and I'm so so sorry..."
The more he talks the more solid he looks and Rose is not sure if that's a good thing or not, so she just interrupts him. "Right, we need to call Caleb right now."
"No, don't send him back!" Reggie said. "Send me back instead, please, you'll love Alex, he's great, he's funny and cool and he likes music and pizza too. I mean he can't eat it anymore but-"
"We're not sending anyone back," Rose promises, wrapping Reggie in a hug and hovering a hand near Alex' shoulder. "But we do have to arrange some paperwork so Ray and I don't get brought up on any kidnapping charges, alright?"
#julie and the phantoms#AUs are awesome#make Reggie a Molina 2kalways#fanfic#I wrote a thing#rose talks to victoria about it and victoria is just like: I didn't notice but to be fair Willie is a way better liar than Reggie#and also causes so much mischief that him sitting quietly and staring off into space while wearing one earbud was honestly kind of a relief#caleb didn't even realise Alex was missing but he's not going to SAY that#he's been a little busy with the literal demon child and fire imp that were dropped off a few months back okay?#luckily they started dating and now dante and fuego are no long making his life a living hell#sorry this did not stay at the orphanage but can you blame me my whole brand is Make Reggie A Molina#Ray just like: it's free bonus son#and then of course Julie and Alex and Reggie start a band with Luke who is part siren on his grandmother's side
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Please bring back our beloved Julie and the Phantoms. Is there really no hope for Season 2? Just full blown aching hours over that wonderful show again. I love them so much.
#julie and the phantoms#jatp#julie molina#luke patterson#reggie peters#alex mercer#bobby#trevor wilson#carrie wilson#rose molina#ray molina#carlos molina#caleb covington#flynn#willie#nick#julie#luke#reggie#ray#carlos#victoria#trevor#carrie#rose#caleb#save jatp#save julie and the phantoms
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It’s kind of comical that Ray was in canon a terrible cook and his daughters reaction to seeing him in the kitchen with a book titled, “The Italian Chefs Master Class” was to ask him if he’d talked to her mom before diving into a task like making homemade pasta.
Julie notes he’s more of a beginner in the kitchen.
He’s a good husband though, so he wanted to make date night special for his wife.
Conclusion: Reggie was 100% correct when he said that he could sense Ray had a “kind heart”. ❤️
- Source: Julie and the Phantoms “Whatever Happens” novel.
#julie and the phantoms#ray molina#julie molina#julie and the phantoms novel#rose molina#reggie peters
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Reggie Peters/Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Flynn Taylor/Carrie Wilson, Alex Mercer/Willie (Julie and The Phantoms)
Characters: Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Flynn Taylor, Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Carlos Molina, Ray Molina, Rose Molina, Carrie Wilson, Caleb Covington
Additional Tags: Bobby Shaw is Not Trevor Wilson, Everyone Is Alive, Good Caleb Covington
Series: Part 1 of Julie and the Lifeguards
Summary:
It's summer time at the Hollywood Pool Club, the gang is all here, and love is in the air! First up, we have the Juke meet-cute!
This series will be a collection of fics from my alive AU where Sunset Curve + Willie work at the HPC, the country club owned by (the not evil, just eccentric) Caleb Covington, and where Julie and Flynn spend their time during the summer break. Fics will be cute, fluff filled stories featuring various couples: Juke, Willex, Boggie, and Flarrie.
#julie and the phantoms#jatp#julie molina#luke patterson#flynn taylor#reggie peters#alex mercer#bobby shaw#carlos molina#ray molina#rose molina#carrie wilson#trevor wilson#willie ortega#caleb covington#juke#boggie#willex#flarrie#julie and the phantoms fic#jatp fic
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I'm rewatching julie and the phantoms, and am making it your problem
The following will be a list of moments or things that make me happy or give me serononin. (or i just wanna point em out)
From episode 1
Wake Up | Bright | Flying Solo | I Got the Music | Other Side of Hollywood | Finally Free | Edge of Great | Unsaid Emily | Stand Tall
the way alex sounds when he counts off the band
reggie's lil hops all throughout now or never
bobby lifting his rhythm guitar up to strum
luke nodding at reggie to share a mic
luke and reggie sharing a mic
luke pushing reggie away from the mic
the way they're all smiling while they sing
'we're the revolution that's been singing in the rain' scratches the itch on my brain
reggie holding his pic with his hand on the mic
luke's guitar flip (duh)
the cannons going off at the same time as their guitar strums
all three of them turning around to face alex as the song ends
reggie's wink at rose
bobby rubbing at his hair like he's drying a dog's fur
luke giving alex puppy eyes
reggie hyping up alex
luke's voice directly after playing the raspppp
reggie's lil ooooh
alex spinning his drumsticks and pointing at luke
bobby 'subtly' pushing luke back
luke giving bobby a wet willy w/out breaking eye contact
reggie's smirk
bobby twitching his jaw and looking annoyed cuz they hijacked his flirting dammit
lukes face when he's exposing bobby
luke pulling the boys in in the alley
alex and luke trying not to gather attention, meanwhile reggie gives out shirts
alex's hand hesitating when the pickle falls
the entire scene on the couch
'street dogs haven't killed us yet'
luke looking sick and then continues to eat
the abrupt cut to the ambulance
flynn just looking down with a mocking smile on her face while carrie walks away
carrie's head jerk when flynn calls her a demon
nick's lil nod to julie when they pass eachother
flynn knowing something's not going right even tho she can't see julie lift her fingers off the keys
i just really like how julie's hair looks
her slippers
all the writing on her jeans
wait a minute, why did the cd stop playing when the boys arrived?
anyway
luke jumping up and down like a little kid
their first instinct being to hold each other
'well we're all a little crazy'
just
lukes voice
julie chasing luke onto the piano
luke leaping onto the couch
'with a softer touch' sure alex. sure
the boys being confused by her phone
side note, what accent does luke/charlie have?
'think we're cute?'
reggie doodling in the air while correcting julie
luke looking borderline offended
alex saying 'he can see you'
ba-da
julie awkwardly just holding the spaghetti in her mouth
the position that the boys freeze in
julie turning from her tia to glare at them
luke knocking forearms w the boys
reg and alex's fist bump
alex being possessive of his drums
reg and luke tryna promo to ray
luke's puppy face. 24/7
also his passion
luke already smiling before julie officially lets them stay
luke patting reggie on the back after he gets his shirt back
julie internalizing the lyrics of wake up as she sings it
carlos specifically being proud of her when he hears
#idk what this devolved to#rambles and thoughts ig#jatp#julie and the phantoms#julie molina#luke patterson#alex mercer#reggie peters#bobby shaw#rose molina#flynn taylor#carrie wilson#ray molina#carlos molina
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It Costs Farewell Tears For A Welcome Home Parade
Wc: 1815
Bobby’s never seen Rose fall asleep.
It’s not like she never has slept, he’d assume by the fact she’s still alive and functioning that she’s getting at least some. But he’s an insomniac - he’ll greet the sun goodnight and then greet it good morning, some sort of sentinel guarding her rise and fall so often that he’s fairly sure she doesn’t have any new colours to show him - and he’s still never fallen asleep after Rose.
For @chickwiththepurpleguitar happy birthday ilysm
Fic link in the reblogs :))
#jatp#julie and the phantoms#julie and the himbos#julie and the fat ones#luke patterson#julie molina#reggie jatp#alex jatp#willie jatp#jatp fic#willex#bobby jatp#bobby wilson#fic#fic rec#rrwb#ray molina#rose molina
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