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and i guess we all live in the eye of a storm
Relationship(s): Ray/Rose, Ray & Bobby
Rating: T
Word Count: 4.1k
Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, 1990s Timeline, Established Relationship, Bisexual Ray Molina, Bisexual Bobby Shaw, Friendship, Platonic Kissing, Making Out, Sexuality Crisis, Brief Ray/OMC, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Hurt/Comfort, Working Title: Ray & Rose’s Excellent Swinger Date
Speaking of love songs, Ray leans down so Rose can hear him over the pounding of the bass and asks, “Are you sure it doesn’t bother you?”
“If it did, I wouldn’t have brought you here,” Rose points out, patting him on the arm. There’s nothing in her eyes or her smile to belie the statement, not a drop of hesitance or worry. And, really, that’s no surprise considering this whole thing was her idea in the first place.
Or: Ray takes advantage of his newfound freedom. Sorta.
(Part 4 in the Ray/Rose&Bobby ‘Verse)
AO3 link in reblogs!!
#jatp#jatp fic#julie and the phantoms#ray molina#rose molina#bobby shaw#bobby wilson#rayrose#bobbyrayrose#firefall fic#me: i'm gonna wait to post this#also me: AND THEN I DIDN'T#anyways this one was so fun to write lol
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Show Me How To Let My Sword Down (Long Enough To Let You Through)
Word count: 2485
She grows out of their childhood fantasies two weeks before they turn fourteen, when she meets Ray from down the road and decides that no matter what life had looked like before Ray, it was worth it and wonderful because it set her off on the path to run into him outside the corner store near the high school she’ll be attending next year.
It’s not until seventeen that they realise that drowning in silks and furs and leather is still drowning
Fic link is 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#rayrose#rayroseby#rrwb#bollie#rrw
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WIP Title Game
RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Thank you for the tag @innytoes!!! I have. So many wips. Will they ever get finished? Who’s to say! Maybe this will help motivate me lmao
t4t rayrose
Molina-Wilson firsts
Rayvorose 4+1
Lukewillie binder
Uh oh (rayvorose but at Rayrose’s wedding)
Ralex backstory
Sunset skater kid fic
Died in a Fire, Died in her Sleep, Tragically Drowned, Trampled By Sheep (Now King Alexander Does Nothing But Weep)
Trans boy Carrie
Flarrie breakup
Juke breakup
Meet the Parents
Descendants au
Willie can have another gender crisis as a treat
You Don’t Own Me
Bobby makes mixtapes for his crushes
Carrie has daddy issues <3
International Rockstar Can’t Handle Not Being the Center of Attention (trayleb)
Jules first boys night
Julie’s turn to get hurt/comforted
The One Where Wiggie Has a Custody Dispute
Victoria learns to skate to surprise Willie
Wobbly/Ralex enchanted au
Wobbly/Ralex tattoo/florist smau
Next Big Thing smau
Caleb is a bastard and Alex is a saint and Willie needs a hug what else is new
Caleb! Husbands plural????
Emily Patterson needs to get her priorities straight
If both of us are aro why is this our third date
Girls night (trans femme bobby)
Trans buddies Willie and Bobby
I’m not gonna tag 30 people bc I don’t think I know 30 people but uhh tagging @catoptrific @weneedglitter @sunsetcurvecuddles @zazujoy @kybee1497 @queenofthequillandink and anyone else I forgot/who want to play!
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I made a powerpoint
this is so stupid and it took me like 5 hours, but I'm really proud of it so enjoy and let me know what you think lol
please check it out here
(disclaimer: this doesn't include all the jatp ships that are out there, but i think with 20 I made a pretty good selection)
#graphic design is my passion#no like i'm literally obsessed with making powerpoints i love it so much#✨hyperfixation✨#julie and the phantoms#juke#willex#boggie#ruke#flarrie#julynn#peterpatterlina#triple threat#rayleb#rayrose#polycurve#linda draws#this isn't drawn but it's a piece of art thank you very much
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Okay but I’m thinking about approximately-19-year-old Rose kicking open the door to approximately-19-year-old Ray’s shitty apartment (cause he’s a student photographer and it’s all he can afford but he says he likes it cause it has character which Rose says is code for visible water damage) and declaring that she’s adopted them a child and Ray’s expecting a puppy or a kitten or maybe even a fish or lizard but then in walks thoroughly-traumatized 17-year-old Bobby.
#julie and the phantoms#julie and the himbos#jatp#netflixwewantjatp2#jatp clowngate#do rose and ray have a ship name?#rayrose#roseray#?#rose molina#ray molina#bobby wilson#trevor wilson
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ROSE AND THE PETAL PUSHERS moodboard
an edgier darker version
#chaotic ananas#julie and the phantoms#jatp#rose and the petal pushers#rose molina#rayrose#jatp aesthetic#jatp moodboard#moodboard#90s aesthetic
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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: Bobby | Trevor Wilson/Alex Mercer, Ray Molina/Rose Molina/Willie, Bobby | Trevor Wilson & Rose Molina, Alex Mercer & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters & Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson
Characters: Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Rose Molina, Ray Molina, Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Original Characters
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, I mean it, 1990s Timeline (Julie and The Phantoms), mentions of disordered eating, mentions of nausea and vomiting, Canon Typical Mentions of Food Poisoning, The Orpheum Performance 1995 (Julie and The Phantoms), in my head canon willie died at 18 in 1989 so here he's like 24, Anxiety, Grief, Aged-Up Character(s), technically, and it's really just willie cause he didn't die
Series: Part 1 of Just This Once (Everybody Lives)
Summary:
Rose gives it a week.
She doesn’t want to— she wants to call the second she gets home from the hospital, just to make sure they all got home safely. She wants to call the next morning, in case they need her to bring some food over, or pick up any of their prescriptions, or just provide another friendly face. She wants to call every day after that, but Ray takes the phone number scribbled on a cocktail napkin out of her purse and doesn’t give it back until it’s been exactly seven days and thirteen hours since Sunset Curve played the Orpheum.
And then she calls.
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Been awhile, but I’m back, friends! Hope you 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 @molinapattersons @julieandthequeers @joyandthephantoms @it-tastes-like-lizard @jatpfs
#jatp#julie and the phantoms#jatp fanfiction#fanfiction#bobby shaw#bobby wilson#alex mercer#bobex#luke patterson#reggie peters#ray molina#rose molina#rayrose#willie nolastname#willierayrose#willierose#willieray#everybody lives
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JATP Fic Masterlist
Series
Cheers! To More of the Everyday (cocktails)
For the Lovers and the Broken Hearted (Willex)
Take a Deep Breath Make Your World a Little Colorful (Willex)
Sailing Away
Like Ships Passing In The Night (Boggie)
Multi-Chaps
Love Is In… (various pairings) (WIP posting irregularly)
Day After Day (After Day After Day) (Willex, other minor ships)
One-Shots
Look Into My Eyes (And Know I’ll Always Stay) (Willex)
Hold My Beating Heart (Flarrie) (mind the tags on this one)
Speed Dating 2: 2 Speedy 2 Date (Juke, Willex, Flarrie, Boggie)
Oh There’s No Place Like Home For The Holidays! (Rayvor, past Rayrose)
Something to Believe In (platonic Juke/ pre-Juke)
In the Sunshine of Your Smile (Willex)
Somewhere Only We Know (Carrie/Nick, pre-Alex/Nick)
Siren’s Song (RayRose)
Collabs
Finding the Missing Link (no parings) - collab with @valiantlyweepingdreamer
WIPs
A selection of my multi-chap/ series WIPs:
Hadestown AU (Willex)
Heh (collab with @fandomscraziness22 )
Cocktails 3 - 9
Coffee Shop AU 1 - 4
You can find all of my works on Ao3 here!
#jatp#julie and the phantoms#willex#boggie#juke#flarrie#Rayrose#Rayvor#jukebox#jatp fanfiction#jatp fic#fic recs#my fics#hufflebibin
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No pressure prompt for “If you asked me to marry you tomorrow, i'd say yes.” “what about today?”
For whichever ship you vibe with at the moment. Let me know if you want a specific ship though. 😊
@thatbitchmabel asked: “ if you asked me to marry you tomorrow, i'd say yes. “ “ what about today? “ for Ray and Rose?
When he gets home, the apartment is dark. The floor is littered with odd shapes, and glass splinters under his feet as he steps inside. The silence inside echoes, like a call gone unanswered. It takes three seconds for Ray to feel queasy.
Something is wrong.
“Rosa?” he calls out, stepping further into the apartment. His sneakers crackle, and he instinctively steps sideways… but there’s nowhere to avoid the shattered glass littering the entrance hallway. Ray spins on his tip-toes, seeking out the source of the mess… and finds it in a shattered heap of broken glass and splintered wooden frame, laying in the corner.
Frowning, he takes a step closer. He knows that photo; he had it framed himself, for Rose’s birthday three years ago. Ray’s snapped countless photos of Rose on stage over the years, but that one was his absolute favorite: his girl, with the spotlights shining like stars in her glossy hair, her dark eyes glowing and her smile radiant. She’s holding her microphone high, soaking in the applause of a cheering crowd. The best way to describe Rose’s stage presence is captivating, but Ray has never managed to capture it so well as in that one perfect shot. He wanted to frame it — to hold onto that moment forever. Now, it lies shattered on the ground, like it's better off forgotten.
He doesn’t get the chance to panic. Rather than evidence of an intruder, the rest of the house has clearly survived Hurricane Rose. A pair of high heels lie shucked in the middle of the hallway; the bathroom door is wide open, light still on, stained makeup wipes littering the counter; a trail of discarded jewelry and hair pins leads straight to the bedroom, the door tightly shut.
The swell of unease in Ray’s chest has morphed to worry. He tiptoes towards the door, both hands full of Rose’s trail of breadcrumbs. He hesitates, searching out a noise from inside — nothing, dead silence — before rapping gently on the door.
“Rosa? Linda, can I come in?”
There’s no answer, which is all he really needs. If Rose was okay, she would answer. One way or the other, Rose always answers.
He pushes open the door, letting it creak in the silence. The bedroom is pitch black. As light from the hallway floods in, casting a shaft of unwelcome illumination, his heart sinks. He isn’t surprised, given all the clues leading up to this point… but the sight of his girlfriend huddled beneath the blankets, curled into a ball like a wounded animal, twists like a dagger in his ribcage nonetheless.
“Honey,” he says softly, stepping into the room. Rose doesn’t stir to look at him. Her shoulders shudder; there’s a soft, hoarse sound, like she wants to sob, but has long since dried herself out. Ray stumbles over a pair of discarded jeans on the way to the bed; he almost falls on top of her, but it gets him to the bedside quick enough. His hand lands on her shoulder, and she doesn’t curl away. In an instant, he’s pulling her into his arms, muttering soft, soothing words against the crown of her head.
“Rosa, Rosa, mi pobre y dulce niña… what’s wrong? Talk to me, amor, I’m right here.”
Rose really doesn’t have the energy to cry anymore. The soaked-through pillowcase would prove that, if the tear tracks on her cheeks didn’t. She didn’t manage to get rid of all the mascara; it leaves a mess around her eyes, running dark trails down to the corners of her mouth. Her lips are chewed and bleeding. When Ray runs his finger over them, she shudders, ducking her head like she’s ashamed.
“Just talk to me,” he urges gently. “Whenever you’re ready. I’m here. I love you. I’m right here.”
He’s not perfectly conscious of the words spilling out of his mouth. Instead, Ray racks his brain; what could have happened? Rose’s plans for tonight were nothing unusual: working until six o’clock, then she mentioned an open mic at The Scarlet Lounge. Rose signs up for open mics all the time; it’s a routine, at this point. He’d offered to come, said he could rush through his last photo shoot… but Rose assured him he didn’t have to. “It’s nothing special,” she’d promised. “Just another performance.”
Clearly, this performance must have been outside the ordinary. Rose is mercurial on a good day — an artist’s temper, she says with pride — but after performing, she usually rides a high for hours afterwards. The shine from the stage lights clings to her; she’s always in a good mood, bubbly and vibrant. Never… never this, curled in on herself and weeping like the world’s about to end.
What happened?
Rose hiccups softly against his chest, swiping at her swollen eyes. He rubs tiny circles into her back until she’s finally able to coax her gaze up to look at him. Ray doesn’t have to ask; she sees the question in his eyes, and wilts under it.
“They didn’t —“ She pauses, breath hitching, like she’s about to sob again — but somehow she steels herself through it. “I’ve performed there before. They knew me. The audience… wasn’t into it tonight, Ray. And the other solo acts… the girls are younger, and so enthusiastic, and they cheered for them, and — and —“ She swallows a breath, like she'll shatter if she exhales it. It’s a moment before she can speak again. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Ray hesitates. “You’re… performing. Because you love it?”
That shouldn’t sound like a question. He kicks himself internally as Rose flinches.
“Do I? Do I still?”
Ray is silent for a moment too long. In all his years of knowing Rose, of loving her… this is never a question he imagined coming up. Rose is a performer. She thrives on stage… she has music in her veins. It’s a part of her, as much as her blood, as much as her beating heart. Rose has always been a musician; it’s what she’s meant to do.
But… well, even if he never anticipated it, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get it. The L.A. music scene is a harsh jungle. Rose has bigger dreams than anyone he’s ever known, enough drive to power a train, and more talent than one person can possibly possess. She has everything she needs, everything that should make her famous…
But with a string of failed bands behind her, and a solo career that’s never gotten off the ground, her dreams just haven’t been coming true.
It hurts Ray’s heart. He’s always been afraid of it breaking Rose’s… but she’s always seemed to cope so well, passionate about performing. Even if she’s never gotten an agent or won a record deal… “It's about the music,” or so she’s always said.
Of course, he knows what’s changed. He isn’t blind.
“This is about Bobby, isn’t it?” he asks softly.
Rose’s eyes are filled with shame when she looks up at him. A laugh crackles from her throat, bitter and broken. “It’s not fair,” she mutters. “He’s so… young.”
Barely twenty-one — and, in his own words, he “doesn’t have the voice to fill stadiums”. Ray also suspects he hasn’t written all of the songs on his debut album, if “My Name Is Luke” is any clue… but the newborn “Trevor Wilson” has rocketed to the top of the charts overnight.
Suddenly, he’s everywhere. He has no time for Ray and Rose, between interviews and concerts and press tours. Forget the countless evenings he spent crashing on their couch, because he couldn’t stand to return home… the movie nights and dinners, the violent nightmares Ray and Rose soothes him through. Forget that Rose was the one to coax him back into performing, two years after the night that changed his life — standing on stage with him at an open mic, singing while he played. Forget the drinking problem that’s definitely gotten worse now that they’re not keeping an eye on it; forget the trappings of rockstardom, and how dangerous it can be for someone so young, so broken.
Bobby hasn’t had time to take their calls.
If anything’s capable of breaking Rose’s heart, it’s losing someone she cares so much about.
And… they would be lying to themselves if they ignored the obvious feelings his success has brought up.
“I know, I know,” Rose murmurs into his shirt. “I’m a horrible person. He’s… got what it takes. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t, but I am. Mierda, puta de —“ She knots her hands in her hair, breathing unsteady. “He’s got the whole world ahead of him! And I — I’m washed up, and burnt out, and a failure, and I’m not even twenty-eight!”
Something twists in Ray’s chest, harsh and unforgiving. He hates Bobby in that moment, as unfair as it makes him. He hates himself for not seeing how Rose has been struggling. He hates the rest of L.A., the rest of the world, for not seeing how incredible she is.
Then, because Ray Molina is not the sort of man who hates, the fire in his chest slowly shoulders, leaving his insides scorched and painful.
“Never,” he exhales into the crown of Rose’s head. “You will never be a failure, mi amor.”
Rose lifts her face from his chest to look up at him. Her eyes are large and dark, glossy with unshed tears. When he cups the side of her face, adoration heavy in his caress, she leans into his touch with a shaky exhale.
“You amaze me every day,” he murmurs, speaking slow so every word has the chance to resonate. “Your passion… your talent… your strength. Everything about you glows, Rosa. You have the greatest heart of anyone I’ve known, and you’re so generous with your love… but somehow you never run out. You amaze me.” His lips brush over her brow like a sigh. “Eres la estrella más brillante de mi cielo. Every day, you shine even brighter. And if those --- those talent scouts and superstars can’t see that, it’s their loss… not yours. There are a thousand other paths you could take where you’d shine, because you bring all of yourself to everything you do. Passionate… talented…” His voice dips low and worshipful. “Extraordinaria. You will never burn out, Rosa… you’re going to live forever.”
Rose’s eyes flutter. She exhales against his lips. Ray can’t remember when they got so close.
“You,” she says softly, “are too easy to fall in love with.”
His lips twitch. “Because I compliment you a lot, huh?”
“Because you’re you,” she says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. “My missing piece. You could heal the world just by caring, Ray Molina. I don’t know how you do it.”
Heat rushes to his face. It’s so easy to compliment Rose — one of his favorite hobbies, actually — but he can never take it in return.
“If you asked me to marry you tomorrow,” Rose says softly, “I’d say yes in a heartbeat.”
Ray exhales. “What about today?”
He’s barely aware of the words that have left his mouth… until Rose’s eyes widen, and she goes suddenly tense underneath him. His heart soars up into his throat, and he chokes on it as he scrambles back.
“I — I — I mean—”
“Ray,” Rose says, “was that a proposal?”
“No!”
“It sounded like a proposal.” Her voice is skeptical.
And okay, yeah, maybe Ray’s been thinking about it — more than thinking about it, he’s had a ring buried in the paperwork drawer of his desk for weeks now — but it wasn’t supposed to happen like this! He had plans! Plans involving flowers, and romantic dinners, and long walks around a moonlit garden, maybe with fireworks…
It was supposed to be romantic, is the thing. And Rose is wearing mascara-stains like a raccoon, and Ray has a spaghetti stain on his shirt. Their air conditioner is broken, so the apartment air is stale and stifling; his stomach is rumbling from a skipped dinner; she’s still crying, ay dios mio, why is she still crying —
“Rosa, Rosa, please.” He cups her cheek, desperate. “Don’t cry, I’m sorry!”
“Sorry for proposing?” The words come out as a gasp. She’s not sobbing, not even trembling, but tears roll down her cheeks nonetheless. Ray thumbs them away with painstaking tenderness.
“I didn’t mean to,” he says softly. “You deserve better than that.”
Her gaze meets his, solemn. “But you meant it.”
It’s not a question. Ray’s exhale shudders.
“Of course I did.”
Something goes solid in Rose’s expression; something seems to crystallize. Tears still glimmer on her cheeks, but he’s just aware enough to realize she’s not crying anymore. Her gaze is intense, shimmering not with pain, but love.
“There’s no one better than you, Ray Molina,” she says, and surges up to kiss him.
His lips catch her, and she swallows up his sound of surprise. For a moment, he loses himself in the her warmth, in the fingers combing through his hair and the teeth grazing his mouth. Her body is a familiar instrument, and Ray has learned to handle it by now; he keeps both hands on her hips, guiding her closer without ever pulling. There’s no need. Rose is eager enough.
When they finally pull apart, she exhales a laugh against his lips. Her eyes glitter like diamonds; when she speaks, her soft voice dances. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with my future… I don’t know where I’m gonna go. And that should scare me, but… it doesn’t. Not as long as you’re in it.”
Ray grips her tighter. Now he’s the one who feels like crying.
“I’ll be there,” he whispers. “For as long as you’ll have me. Rosa…” His voice nearly breaks. “I can’t imagine my life without you.”
Her gaze bores into him. She leans forward, finding his lips again… but her eyes are wide open, and he can’t look away. He’s being drawn in, losing himself in her… and he loves her, he loves her, and he feels in the tenderness of her touch that she loves him too.
“Whatever happens,” she breathes, “we'll make it through together.”
His heart is hammering in his chest, beating in time with her own. They’re pressed so close, they practically share a heartbeat.
“Always,” he agrees. “Today, tomorrow… forever.”
Rose’s lips curl up in a tiny grin. “Forever,” she echoes, and Ray can’t help grinning back. “I like the sound of that.”
#rayrose#ray molina#rose molina#jatp#julie and the phantoms#kybee1497#thatbitchmabel#i'm such a simp for rayrose it's not even FUNNY#of course i had to use this prompt for them!!
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Happy belated nine month anniversary JATP fans. How’re we feeling after all this time with not even a hint of renewal yet?
#julie and the phantoms#julie molina#luke patterson#juke#palina#reggie peters#alex mercer#willie jatp#willex#flynn jatp#nick jatp#ray molina#rose molina#rayrose#carlos molina#aunt victoria#trevor wilson#carrie wilson#caleb covington
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I like the idea that if Ray had a hard time opening a pickle/peanut butter/whatever food jar, Rose would grab it from him and have it open immediately and Ray makes the 😳 face at her and she's like 😏 back at him.
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you’ll never take the love outta me
Relationship(s): Ray/Rose, Rose & Bobby
Rating: T
Word Count: 5.7k
Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, 1990s Timeline, Community College, Meet-Cute, First Dates, Male-Female Friendship, Bisexual Ray Molina, Period-Typical Homophobia, Bad Parenting, Misunderstandings, But It Gets Solved Maturely Bc We Don’t Do Unnecessary Drama Here
Rose raises an eyebrow, perfectly in control of both herself and the situation. Ray wishes it wasn’t so damn attractive. “You like me,” she says matter-of-factly, not shying away from the truth that must be all over Ray’s face. “Don’t you?”
When he mumbles out a scratchy, “Y-Yeah,” Rose’s face lights up – not with mocking laughter like Ray expected, but with happiness and hope.
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, trying to contain her smile. Her fingers drum eagerly on the tabletop. “I knew it! So, why haven’t you asked me out yet?”
The question is like a jolt of energy, a shock that puts him back in his body and corrects the irregular beat of his heart. For the first time since Rose held his hand in the rain, Ray’s tongue unties enough to form a full sentence, reminding her incredulously, “Because you have a boyfriend?”
Or: The beauty of letting all kinds of love coexist.
AO3 link in reblogs!!
#jatp#jatp fic#julie and the phantoms#ray molina#rose molina#bobby shaw#bobby wilson#rayrose#bobbyrayrose#firefall fic#I'M BACK!! does anyone remember me?? i used to write sometimes??? well i managed Something rn finally lmao#this goes out to G and her pre-canon ray characterization whomst i love :')
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I’m Not Saying Perfect Exists In This Life (But We’ll Only Know For Certain If We Try)
Word count: 5391
Sometimes, Ray sort of feels like the odd one out in their little bubble.
It’s not a big thing, because he always has them around to distract himself, until he’s so absorbed in the brilliance of his partners that the world could disintegrate and he wouldn’t notice, but there are days, sometimes, when he remembers just how ordinary he is, next to the cosmic entities he shares a bed with.
Fic link is in the reblogs :))
#jatp#julie and the himbos#julie and the phantoms#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#reggie peters#alex mercer#ray#rayrose#rrwb
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I would love to hear anything you are willing to share about WIPs 1, 3, and/or 5! ☺️
Hello I know it's been Forever since you sent this ask but I'm finally getting to answer it! I'll explain the fics above the cut and put snippets below the cut.
t4t rayrose
Kinda what it says on the tin lmao. Specifically it's about trans Ray going out to a queer bar for the first time after leaving for college, where he's finally gotten to have a little more freedom of expression since he's out from under his very conservative parents' roof. It's after he's gotten the Big Haircut and gotten some men's clothes and he wants to try going out as himself for the first time but it goes... kinda horribly. Until he meets Rose, the bartender who is trans and came out at a young age with supportive parents and is the only person to see Ray for who he really is. And then they fall in love <3 I'm thinking it may be a prequel to the We Could All Be the Best Kind of Friends/Greater Sunset Polycule series
3. Rayvorose 4+1
This is a Not Sunset Cis fic! It's about 4 times Bobby's relationship with Ray and Rose changes and 1 time it's perfect. The stages are strangers to saviors, saviors to friends, friends to lovers, lovers to qpps when Bobby realizes he's aroace, and then the one time it's perfect is after Carlos is born and Bobby brings Carrie and Julie in to meet their baby brother. Ft. copious amounts of hurt/comfort!
5. Uh oh (rayvorose but at Rayrose’s wedding)
Another one that does what it says on the tin lmao. This is the next installment of the Greater Sunset Polycule, so Bobby is dating Luke Alex Reggie and Willie, and they're all really good friends with Ray and Rose. He's the best man at their wedding, and during his best man's speech, Bobby realizes oh shit, I'm in love with Ray and Rose. And his four boyfriends and Ray and Rose are all like. Yeah man. We've been waiting for you to catch up, but could your timing be any worse? And then they get together <3
Snippets for all three below the cut!
t4t Rayrose:
Ray’s heart leaps at being called a handsome guy, only to immediately put up walls. She must have heard how terrible it went with the other girl and decided to kick him while he’s down. “Are you mocking me?”
“I would never,” the woman says earnestly, leaning in to put a hand on Ray’s arm. “I’m like you. Just in the opposite direction.”
“Oh,” Ray frowns, and then it clicks. “Oh.”
“Oh,” the woman repeats teasingly, but Ray doesn’t feel like he’s being made fun of. “I’m Rose.”
A flurry of butterflies erupts in his stomach as he says aloud for the first time, “I’m Ray.”
Rayvorose 4+1
And that reminds Rose of the other thing that shocked her during that call. “You called me your friend.”
Bobby’s eyes widen, just a little bit. “Huh?”
“You think we’re friends!” Rose says, grinning now and grabbing him in a hug. “You finally admitted it!”
“I did not,” Bobby says, though he can’t quite hide his smile.
“We’re friends!” Rose cheers, jumping and bouncing in a circle, forcing Bobby to spin with her.
The front door opens and Ray comes in from work, smirking as he studies the scene in front of him. “What’s all this?”
“Bobby said we’re his friends!”
“You have no proof of that!” Bobby insists.
Ray grins and joins the hug, trapping Bobby in the center. “It’s okay, cariño. You’re our friend too.”
Bobby sighs and slumps into their arms, the fight draining out of him. “Fine. We’re friends. Will you let me go now?”
Uh Oh
“Gorgeous,” Bobby breathes out before he can stop himself.
Ray’s brilliant smile returns. “Thanks, cariño. Have you seen your boys yet?”
“Yeah,” Bobby says, crossing to the wardrobe to change into his own suit. “I think they might actually be the death of me.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing to have four incredibly handsome boyfriends.”
“And two incredibly beautiful best friends,” Bobby adds. “I don’t know how I’ve survived this long.”
“Flirting with me on my wedding day?” Ray tsks. “Scandalous, Bobby.”
Bobby laughs, because it has to be a joke, right? Bobby wasn’t flirting, was he?
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You know what bestie ? 🌹 I wanna hear your hcs for one Ray Molina /lh /pos
Congrats again on 600 !!!! Thats so major omg
(Its beau btw lol main blogs be damned)
hey beau ily /p <3 tysm!!
RAY MY BELOVED!!
ray gives me massive ‘my childhood was awful but my i will give my children a better life’ vibes so based on that alone, here goes nothing
(potential tws for: grief, loss, childbirth)
ray’s mother died in childbirth and his dad was... not the best. things weren’t bad but they were never good. ray mostly kept to himself and stayed out of the house, staying late after school to work on projects. ray and his dad could smile at each other. and that was that.
consequently he was /really/ good in school. he got okay grades to begin with but ray dives headfirst into anything he sets his mind to and is quite adaptable so picks up skills really well and eventually gets so good at most subjects that he volunteers to tutor people after class
ray’s reliable and caring and any kid that has ever needed tutoring completely respects ray as much as humanly possible and always smiles or nods at him when they pass in the corridor, regardless of any stoic appearances
ray’s gentle. he could defend himself and he’s proved that he’s capable in doing so. but he would really rather not. ray’s also really good and staying on people’s good side for as long as possible so attacking and defending is never really necessary
ray met rose when they were both working as servers in a diner to help cover the cost of college photography classes or band expenses. they’re the youngest of the waiting staff and bond quite quickly, often trading shifts last minute so that rose can attend that performance slot that opened up last minute at the bar down the street or so that ray can pull an all nighter to finish an assignment or portfolio
ray sobbed the entire time rose was in labour with julie. obviously it’s a very emotional moment but rose is in so much pain and he hates it
he then proceeds to sob for about three hours after the birth because julie!!
(the exact same happens with carlos)
he loves making dens with the kids. the whole bottom floor of the house is taken over by pillows and blankets one morning and rose just sighs and resigns herself to crawling amongst the materials to go and make her morning coffee
ray makes the best! breakfasts! he even makes the pancakes into smiley faces or hearts or stars etc when the family have important, exciting events that day or need an extra boost
in conclusion:
ray molina my beloved <3
#asingularbee#beau#ask#queenmolina 600#i really went off on this huh#ray molina#rose molina#rayrose#rosé#i love him so much!!!#tw childbirth#tw grief#tw loss
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An Unexpected Adoption
Tw: death mention.
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Ray jumped as the front door to his apartment banged open.
Sure, he left it unlocked while he was awake for that exact purpose (his lovely girlfriend having a penchant for the dramatic) but that didn’t mean he ever really got used to her kicking that door open whenever she visited, be it for a pre-planned date or just coming over to get some time away from her own very chaotic apartment where she lived with her four bandmates.
Then again, Rose could probably kick it open even if the door was locked, because she had deadly strength from years of ballet and Ray’s door wasn’t very good to begin with. The whole apartment wasn’t very good, at least in most people’s eyes. But it was affordable, and Ray liked it because though some people viewed the place as shitty and dated, the simple apartment (a bedroom, a bathroom, and a living room-kitchen combo) had character. Water stains on the walls and all.
But anyway today, they didn’t have a date planned. In fact, Ray had thought Rose was working her hostess job at the Orpheum tonight, meaning they probably weren’t going to see each other until after she woke up (around noon) tomorrow.
For a good five seconds, Rose just stood there staring at him until Ray figured out she was trying to silently communicate that she wanted his full attention and turned off his outdated TV.
“Well, hello to you too. Not that it’s not always great to see you, encantadora, but I thought you were—“
“We have a child now,” Rose declared, cutting him off.
Ray’s chest seized up for a second, “What?”
Rose rolled her eyes, “Not like that, amor. I adopted us a child.”
“Oh,” he managed to exhale in relief, “Okay?”
He figured Rose had walked past some pet shop and impulse-adopted a kitten or a puppy or something. Maybe even a snake. Who knew? She did hold a certain level of the belief that people—and animals—came into each other’s lives for a reason, and seeing an especially cute animal in a shop window could count as fate.
Then she backed up, leaning her head back out into the hallway as she called softly.
“It’s okay. Come on in, Bobby.”
Ray had the thought that ‘Bobby’ was kind of a weird thing to name a pet, just before the realization that Bobby was not, in fact, some animal his girlfriend had impulsively adopted, but a boy maybe a couple years younger than them with dark hair and haunted eyes.
“It’s alright,” Rose said gently, “Just make yourself at home, kiddo. This is my boyfriend, Ray. Ray, let’s...”
Ray let her pull him into his tiny bedroom as the kid sat down on his couch (with oddly shaky movements; he seemed to be in shock), because honestly he was looking forward to how she was going explain this one.
As soon as the door was closed, he asked, “Rose, what the actual hell? Did you kidnap a teenage boy?”
“I did not—“ Rose sighed, switching to a less defensive tone, “I did not kidnap him. I just... didn’t know where else to take him. We don’t have a bed to spare at my place. Your couch is comfortable enough to substitute.”
“Maybe I should rephrase: why exactly do you need a place for a teenage boy to sleep?”
Rose had been looking at the ground out of awkwardness, so Ray was alarmed to see the distress in her eyes as she looked up at him.
“Hey,” he wrapped his arms around her, “Hey, what’s wrong? What happened tonight?”
He felt her take a shaky breath, “Remember that band I told you was playing tonight? The teenage heartthrob boys?”
Ray nodded, “Sunset Swerve or something?”
“Sunset Curve. And they were legit, Ray. They played a sound check and it was good. They were gonna be legends.”
Were. Ray had a feeling he wasn’t going to like why she was using past tense, here.
“What happened?” he asked quietly.
“Bobby’s their rhythm guitarist,” Rose explained softly, “He’s the only one who wasn’t with them when... when the other three... they didn’t even make it to the hospital.”
“Oh, God.”
If the other three bandmates were Bobby’s age, that would make them...
“They were seventeen,” Rose whispered, “Near as anyone can figure, they got street dogs tainted with gasoline or some shit, and by the time somebody called 911, it was already too late.”
“That’s...”
Ray didn’t even know how to voice it. It was terrible? Horrible? Tragic? It was all of the above.
“Bobby was only just coherent enough to answer my questions, after the cops came to tell him,” she explained, “He and his friends were using the money from their gigs to rent a garage. That’s where all four of them were living. He has nowhere else to go. I asked—he’s a runaway. He doesn’t think his parents would take him back. I didn’t know what else to... I couldn’t just leave him there.”
“You did the right thing,” Ray assured her, “He can sleep here tonight and tomorrow... we’ll figure something out.”
Sleeping on a couch for an extended period of time didn’t seem like it’d be good for a 17-year-old kid. Plus, Ray didn’t own a car, so depending on what school district Bobby was in, it could be a problem. Plus, though he was sure Rose would pitch in with money from Rose and the Petal Pushers gigs, he wasn’t quite sure if he could feed two people, let alone afford the therapy that Bobby was clearly going to need.
But no matter what long-term solution the two of them thought up, they would figure something out, because like hell were they letting any 17-year-old kid fend for himself, let alone a homeless 17-year-old who was grieving a major loss.
Huh. He guessed Rose wasn’t wrong about them now having a child.
...
I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist.
#julie and the phantoms#julie and the himbos#jatp#netflixwewantjatp2#jatp clowngate#rayrose#rose molina#ray molina#bobby wilson#death tw#violet’s writing
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