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[interestinglittlerelationship]

For the hug prompts, could you do 3 and 2 with Alex and Julie?

It’s a little different with each of them, now that they can touch.

Reggie’s all bouncing hugs after rehearsal and sneaking up behind her so he can tuck his chin onto her shoulder, his limbs or his head ending up in her lap during movie nights.

Luke is, well, Luke, and all their interaction are charged with the nervous energy that comes with balancing on the edge of something more than friends. Hands brushing accidentally when they play the piano, fingers loosely intertwined while they write, and his palm on her cheek when he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

But Alex’s hugs are her favorite. For one thing, he’s just the right height for her to burry her face in his chest and it doesn’t hurt that he wears the softest, coziest sweatshirts.

Or maybe it’s just that she just appreciates them more because they are so rare.

Alex is more tentative than the others. Hesitates a little longer, pulls away a little faster. She can’t tell if it has something to do with her specifically or if it’s just how he is.

This morning Alex poofs into the kitchen with a smile and wraps an arm around her shoulders for a couple seconds before leaning ever so causally against the counter.

Which is to say, because it’s Alex, not very causally at all.

She can tell he’s especially anxious this morning, had memorized all his ticks ages ago. The way his fingers tap on the nearest surface and his eyes don’t stay focused on any one point and his leg jumps like he’s barely managing to stand still.

With anyone else she might ask if he was okay, but she knows Alex will talk when he’s ready. Knows he needs to talk everything out until he can make it make sense. Knows it’s probably why he’s here in the first place.

So she just continues packing her lunch and waits him out.

“So, I have a date later,” is what he finally says.

Julie grins, biting back the urge to tease him for the blush spreading across his cheeks. “And?” she prompts gently.

“And I’m freaking out!” Alex exclaims.

Julie put down the butter knife, “You and Willie have been going out for a month. What’s different about today?”

“He wants to teach me to skateboard.” Alex announces solemnly.

And Julie can’t help herself, she laughs.

Alex glares at her, “If I wanted to be laughed at I would have just talked to Luke and Reggie.”

“I’m sorry,” Julie says through her giggles, “But that’s a terrible idea.

“I know!” Alex yells, burying his face in his hands, the rest of his words coming out muffled, “That what I told him.”

Julie sighs, she’s clearly not helping. Walking over she tugs at Alex’s hands until he gives in and looks at her.

“It’ll be fine,” she says in her most reassuring voice, “Willie won’t let anything bad happen to you.” She grins, “I bet he’s a good teacher.”

Alex’s face goes red and he tugs her into a tight hug, probably just to hide the blush, but she’ll take it either way. “Thanks, Jules.”

Julie smiles, breathing in the comforting scent of flowers and drum polish and sweat. It doesn’t sound like it should be nice, but it’s so inherently Alex, that she can’t help but love it.

“Hey, Alex?” She murmurs into his pink hoodie.

“Yeah?”

“If you break your arm, Flynn will destroy you both.”

Side hugs (#2) and pulling into a hug (#3)

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #alex mercer #julie molina #send me asks #i write things #brother/sister hugs #pure friendship fluff #aparently i’m incapable of leaving reggie and luke out completely #background: #willex #juke

[michelangelinden]

Always welcome (that's what family is for)

JATPFS Secret Santa

Happy Secret Santa @relightthatspark!!!! I hope you enjoy!!

Thanks @jatpfs for organising the fic exchange, and thanks @legolasghosty for beta reading, you rock!

AO3 link and taglist in the reblog <3

“Are you okay?” Julie asked.

Alex seemed to hesitate on the other end of the line. Then a rustle that sounded like he was shaking his head. “I—don’t think so.”

“Oh Alex.”

“Can—can I come over?” he asked quietly.

Julie didn’t really know how to respond. Usually her response would have been, “of course!” but tonight? “It’s Christmas Eve.”

***

The one where the Molinas let Alex stay for Christmas.

#tis holiday hurt/comfort time #no pressure writing angst for the angst queen /lh #but this was surprisingly nice to write #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #alex mercer #molina family #background: #willex #linden writes stuff #jatpfs secret santa #merry crisis #german Alex!!

[ginervacade]

You ever think about an AU and then you absolutely can not get it out of your brain until you just give in and write it? Yeah well, this post serves as a promise that I will post a Julie and the Phantoms AU that absolutely no one asked for by midnight tomorrow night.

#writing stuff #no one asked #but i’m doing it anyway #au noone asked for #julie and the phantoms fanfic #julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie molina #reginald peters #reggie peters #rulie #julie x reggie #possibly peterpatterlina #we’ll see where it goes #peterpatterlina #luke patterson #background willex #Alex Mercer #willie nolastname #ray molina #carlos molina #flynn taylor #can’t get this idea out of my head #so I’m writing it #do with it what you will #ignore it if you must

[mouse-fantoms]

…I think a lot about the fact how the original line Luke says in episode 2 is “Alex your parents were never the same after you came out” and it the show it’s actually “Alex, your parents were never cool to you after you told them you were gay.”

#in a Paul Becker video when they’re practicing that scene you can hear Charlie say it it’s just a fascinating thing #like they weren’t afraid to say it #they just said what it was right away no questions about it #things you notice when you put on jatp in the background to motivate you to do a school assignment #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp netflix #jatp alex #alex jatp #alex mercer

[ode-to-medusa]

Okay yes. [Prototype] 2 is ASS.

But this man, THIS MAN RIGHT HERE!

I am taking this background character and giving him love due to a STUPID backstory I gave him in a completely OOC roleplay I did where i changed everything.

His name is Fred. We all love the friendly neighbour Fred.

#he is my favourite background character for real #Fred [prototype] #prototype 2009 #alex mercer prototype #sorry for my rant #character claim.

[soulren]

Go spend some time on male pattern baldness or male(AMAB) balding forums/subreddits and such. I did after realizing it is happening to me and the ammount of people who truly don't realize how BRUTALLY it tanks people's confidence and mental health is insane.

There's no cure to baldness by the way, and it can start at any time and there's no way to predict how fast or slow it will go. The only real working option is a daily pill that usually just halts it, but it can stop working or just slow it down or cause major side effects. To regrow you have to use a daily topical solution, or use a roller to wound your scalp. None of these are surefire by the way, and if you stop them you'll just lose your hair and whatever you regained. It's a daily involved thing that might not work and often at best just retains. The best drug, the one that occasionaly gives regrowth, also causes shedding at the start, and can have side effects from growing breasts to brain fog to EDsyfunction(sorry, censoring cause tumblr). Now, those are INCREDIBLY rare and almost never happen but it weighs heavily on the mind of those already spiraling.

But that's just background. What I'm here to talk about is the pure woe you'll see on those forums. People speak as though their lives are over, as though they've lost every chance of finding a woman(predominantly, there's a running idea in such places that women don't like bald men or like them less) or doing anything. You can read countless stories of people who describe that they no longer go outside, are now filled with anxiety and self-hate, have gone from extroverted to never showing their face. And some of these people are kids who lost their hair in high school or even before, or are holding as best they can to a very receded hairline and feel like there is nothing they can do.

And then there's something touched upon far less in those communities, but is important to bring up here; baldness and masculinity. There's the horror of knowing so much of society sees a bald guy as a very masculine guy, at seeing that the best advice for being hot and bald is "grow and beard and big muscles bro". Imagine now you're AMAB balding and nonbinary, or a trans woman who doesn't want to be on hormones.

Just genuinely take the time to look at those forums no matter who you are. Understand what these people go through, what I am currently going through. It is soul-crushing, spiraling, brutal. I have the dream of one day being like Brennan Lee Mulligan or Matt Mercer and starting to lose my hair made me feel like I could never. I felt like and still feel like I would have to be masculine, have to be a bro-y dude, have to look older than I was(I'm fuckin 22). It was the feeling that I could never dress feminine again, never present as a woman when I wanted to again, that I'd always be viewed as a bald guy before anything else.

This is an incredibly vulnerable post for me, and I hope it reaches you all as well in a kind and understanding mood. There's a tendency online for people to joke about baldness, to make fun of it, to treat it as a playfull silly thing but it fucking ruins lives, and it shouldn't. It happens to half the population's sort of bodies and very often. It should just be a neutral thing. You don't need long hair to be feminine, you don't need hair to be feminine. You don't need hair for anything. I guess I'm just saying in general that everyone should be kinder about balding, more understanding, and view it with as much import as they'd view the pixels between this sentence and the next. None at all, I mean.

And for those like me, very feminine guys who wanna keep that and don't want a beard and are terrified of balding, here's some names and I do hope others that see this will add more; Mr. Bruce (also in The Correspondents(band) Alex Ward in LA By Night Jason Carl in LA By Night Cecil Baldwin of Welcome To Night Vale Bob The Drag Queen RuPaul(in looks alone, I know about the whole fracking stuff but this post is about looks) tananasho on instagram Also your mannerisms and style of dress will convey femininity far more than your hair. Yea sure a front-on neutral shot of you may not and maybe you need makeup and stuff, and hell maybe a lot of people might reject you more but it'll just filter down to the people for you.

And to all you artists and writers and creatives; make more bald characters. Try it out. Feminine ones, masculine ones, all sorts. None of the copout nonhuman sort, just dudes and girls and mates and individuals who are all sorts of things and also bald. It might make a few of the people going through the various vortexes of pain that balding causes feel a bit better.

And to those noticing I did not adress female hair loss much here, that was intentional. I am AMAB and currently a nonbinary guy who goes by any pronouns but often likes to present as fem. I learned I was possibly losing my hair and lost two months of my life, no work or going or anything, to male hair loss forums and research and spiraling. Checking my hair twenty times a day, unable to sleep, unable to eat, unable to think. And my situation was NOT unique, but it also did not give me any experience or understanding of female hair loss and what AFAB people may go through with that, so I don't feel knowledgeable enough to speak on it. Also living with baldness WILL get easier and you will find something that works for it, by virtue of simply living with it. Things get easier with time.

#bald #balding #hair loss #hair #hair care #minoxidil #dermaroller #baldness #bald and feminine #bald fem #using a lot of tags due to this being triggering for many and cause I want it to be seen #and because I want those who went through what I did to be able to find it #mpb #androgen alopecia #also I know this post is long but I'm not sorry cause it's important. If even one person has a bit less stress then that's good. #feminine bald man

[heliads]

sorry sorry, I'm spamming but I had this idea ages ago for a Luke Patterson x reader where the reader is an artist that does cover art for sunset curve promo.

Hear me out on this one; Luke tries to teach the reader how to play guitar and the reader tries to teach Luke how to draw. It doesn't end well, the reader is embarrassed that they can not play an instrument to save their life and Luke is embarrassed that he can't draw something as simple as a dog. But it's that thing where Luke finds it cute that the reader can't play even though they're trying hard and the reader finds it cute that Luke can't draw even though they are trying hard. And it just ends up all cute and mushy and ilysm I'm gonna marry you someday vibes.

i am once again reminding you that i miss jatp with every fiber of my being

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You are absolutely hopeless. It was one thing to sign up for this sort of job– artist by hour, some sort of after school nonsense that you were fitting in around your courseload so you could try and make at least a little bit of money– but it’s something entirely different to get involved in it like this.

Looking back, there was no reason for you to ever start feeling this way. When Sunset Curve first reached out to you over the opportunity to do the official art for their demo album, you were thrilled. They already had a decent sized following despite just having started, and you’d never created anything half so important as this. That’s how it felt, at least, like you were on the cusp of something new, something brighter than you’d ever experienced before. If only you knew how right you truly were.

It wasn’t just the job that was special, though, it was the people. Sunset Curve is made up of the four funniest, kindest, most amazing boys to ever walk the earth. You’re definitely not biased in that regard, not in the slightest. Reggie Peters cares more than anyone you’ve met before. Alex Mercer looks out for you every single minute of every single day. Bobby Shaw recognizes the potential in everyone who crosses his path.

And Luke? Luke Patterson, who greeted you with the widest smile you’ve ever seen the second he met you? Luke, who really should just be a friend? You couldn’t pin him down to one specific phrase if you tried. Luke is everything– creative, bold, bright, you name it. More importantly, he’s everything to you, but that’s because you happen to harbor a crush on him.

You couldn’t shake the aforementioned crush if you tried, but oh, how you wish you could. It does not do to spend every afternoon over there in Sunset Curve’s studio, pretending you’re sketching new designs for them or doing your homework when in reality you’re just wishing Luke might finally look up from his guitar and finally notice you as something other than a background character to his stellar world.

It’s not like Luke’s an asshole about it, it’s just true. Luke Patterson is so out of your league it’s crazy. Why would he ever look at you as something other than a friend or glorified coworker? Reggie and Alex have teased him enough times about flirting with anything that breathes that you know better than to overthink so much as a smile from him. Just because you happen to think the world of Luke doesn’t mean that he has to do the same thing about you.

That doesn’t stop you from almost losing your mind every time you hang out with the boy, though. In fact, you’re alone with Luke right now, and even though it’s pretty obvious Luke doesn’t take this to be anything other than a chance to spend time with a friend, you’re one accidental brush of hands away from screaming.

You had headed over to the boys’ studio early so you could think about some new designs for their albums, both the demo one and potential future numbers. You were given a key to the place a long time ago; the members of Sunset Curve accepted you with open arms and open doors back when you first started drawing for the band. 

Apparently they like having someone else there to force them to actually be productive and make music, but you’re not too sure about that. You swear that you end up talking to the boys for even longer than they manage to distract themselves, although that’s more fun than anything in your book. 

So, although you didn’t expect anyone to have issues with you showing up to the studio unannounced, you also weren’t expecting Luke to be there alone. You stand there for a moment, hovering over the threshold, wondering if you should leave or take this as your chance to finally get closer to him. 

Luke sees you and spares you from the indecision. “Come on in, Y/N. I’m not doing a whole lot, just practicing.”

You smile at him and step inside. “Technically, if you’re practicing that’s something. I just don’t want to bother you if you’re in a songwriting mood.”

Luke makes a face. “I would love to be in a songwriting mood, but the lyrics just don’t want to come. Please tell me you’re here as a distraction.”

You laugh. “I can be an excellent distraction when I wish, but I’m not all that interesting today. Just trying to get some ideas for a potential album cover.”

Luke watches you excitedly as you reach inside your bag for your sketchbook and some drawing supplies. “Are you kidding? That’s super interesting to me. Tell me, what direction is your grand artistic vision pulling you in now?”

You swat him lightly with your sketchbook. “There’s nothing grand about it, trust me. I’m here because I’m just as stuck as you are. Are you sure your next album can’t just have a completely blank design? Maybe one solid square of color? It would make it a lot easier on me.”

“Absolutely not,” Luke declares, “you’re already robbing us of our hard-earned cash, we at least deserve some designs in the bargain.”

The easy grin on his face tells you that he doesn’t mean a word of it. Luke and the other members of Sunset Curve have made it quite clear that they value your presence, both in art and in friendship. Besides, you have discounts when it comes to people you care about, and the members of this band are certainly that indeed.

“Well,” you smile, “if that’s the case, I’d better get on it.”

Luke watches as you do some thumbnail sketches for potential designs. His eyes never seem to leave your pencil as you shade in piano keys or trace the outline of a guitar.

At last, he breaks his meditative silence to pose a question. “How are you doing that?” He asks plaintively, “Every time I try to draw something, it takes me forever and ends up being a big eraser smudge. When you do it, though, you take two seconds and have a masterpiece.”

“I’ve been doing this for a lot longer than you have,” you remind him, “practice makes perfect, trust me on that. My first so-called masterpieces were just as full of eraser marks as yours.”

Luke harrumphs. “You’re just saying that. Embrace the fact that you’re extremely cool.”

“You’re just as cool as I am,” you counter, “you may be in awe of my art skills, but I think your music is way more impressive.”

Luke’s jaw drops. “No way. Half the time you’re in here, I’m messing up my chords.”

You grin. “That’s not true, and even if it was, that still makes you better than I am. I can’t even remember what a chord is, let alone how to play it right even half the time.”

Luke sits up straight, an idea occurring to him. “You know what? We can fix that. Let’s have a skills session. You teach me art and I’ll teach you music.”

“Just like that?” You ask, doubtful but smiling nonetheless.

“Just like that,” Luke confirms, and after that it’s decided.

Luke reaches over to grab his guitar. He places it on your lap, moving close to you so he can help guide your hands into position. You think your breathing might stop entirely from how it feels to have Luke’s breath hot on your cheek, his fingers wrapped around yours as he teaches you a chord. If you look up slightly, you can see how his face, no, his entire being is angled towards you. It is the most marvelous sight you have ever experienced.

Despite the beauty of the boy teaching you, your own mastery is far less substantial than you’d like. You can feel the shame of it heating up your cheeks as Luke reminds you of what you’re supposed to be learning for the umpteenth time. Watching Sunset Curve practice, you’d always wondered why you never picked up an instrument. This is reminding you of that reason:  you’re absolutely awful at it.

Eventually, your desire to seem at least somewhat capable in front of Luke wins out over your need to be so close to him and you carefully put the guitar in his lap.

“I think that’s enough for now,” you whisper, glancing away, “at this point, teaching me music is a lost cause.”

Luke shakes his head. “Hey, don’t feel too discouraged. It took me forever to learn. You wouldn’t believe how awful my fingerpicking was when I first started. You’re blowing my first attempts out of the water by a long shot, trust me.”

You laugh. “Somehow I find that hard to believe.”

Luke’s eyes are wide and earnest. “No, it’s true. Besides, I see this as an absolute win. If you can’t play the guitar, it means you need me around more often.”

Smiling, you ask:  “And is that a good thing?”

“Most certainly,” Luke breathes, and you think you might die just there, watching him look at you like you were worth so much more than you ever thought.

Luke comes to reality first, and looks away quickly, a faint pink blossoming over his cheeks. “If we’re trying to learn how bad we are at each other’s habits, though, I think it’s my turn to fail. It’s time for art lessons.”

You flip to a fresh page in your sketchbook and pass it over. Luke holds the thing reverently, and only through severe coaching do you manage to convince him to actually grip it tight enough to keep the paper steady. He keeps claiming that he doesn’t want to hurt such precious contents, but you think it might also just be a ploy to keep you laughing even just a little longer.

As much as you hate to admit it, Luke’s fears about not being able to pick up drawing might be true. You swear you give him easy subjects to start off, and despite an abundance of furrowed brows and studious expressions, Luke and art do not mix. 

At last, he looks up at you desolately and holds up graphite stained hands for you to witness. “See? It’s a losing battle, I swear.”

You bite back a smile. “It’s just like you told me about guitar, isn’t it? All you need is practice.”

You think you wouldn’t mind being there for a few more art practice sessions, either. Something about the way Luke is so devoted to trying to get this right, and all the while watching you draw out examples like you’re a living saint, makes your chest feel so tight that it might burst. You would gladly sink the rest of your afternoons and sunsets into these sorts of moments, walled up in the studio with Luke, losing track of time until you have no idea where your days begin and his end.

Luke must be feeling the same way, because he leans a little closer to you. “I’m not sure I believe it, but I wouldn’t mind more practice sessions with you. We wouldn’t even have to draw or play guitar if you didn’t want to. If you’re alright with that, of course. We could just, you know, hang out.”

The hope in his eyes is only matched by the delight in yours. “I think that sounds great,” you say.

Luke’s face brightens. “Really? I mean, yeah, it would be fun. Maybe we could go get ice cream soon.”

“Tell me a date, I’ll make time,” you reply. You’ll clear your entire schedule if that’s what it takes. This is something that you didn’t see happening in your wildest dreams, and now that it’s real, you don’t plan on giving it up for anything.

Luke lifts a shoulder. “How about Saturday afternoon? We can go anywhere.”

You could gladly spend the rest of the day just talking over the prospect of this date with Luke, but a sound from outside the studio makes you bite your tongue. You can see Alex, Reggie, and Bobby approaching the door– it must be time for the band to have practice.

Luke groans. “They have terrible timing.”

You laugh. “They didn’t know anything was happening, that’s their fault. I know everything I want, though.”

You don’t think Luke’s smiles have ever been brighter than the one he shoots you now. For once, you realize a most welcome truth:  all this time that you’ve been pining over Luke, he’s been feeling the exact same way. At last, the two of you have been able to get together, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

requested by @thatfangirl42, i hope you enjoy!

jatp tag list: @rogueanschel, @retvenkos, @caswinchester2000, @lovesanimals0000, @amortensie

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[siriusly-rem-writes]

Where will we end up? (TEASER)

A build-up to Sunset Curve and their honorary member. Pls see the bottom for more info!!

Content warnings: Female reader, mentions of anxiety, Alex’s hinted feelings for Luke, parents fighting, lack of father figure, hinted selective mutism and use of Y/N (could change for actual fic)

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July 27, 1990

The air was sticky. The Los Angeles sun beat down on three kids who were on the verge of being teenagers as they rode their bikes down to the pier. School was starting soon and all three had different worries that led to the same conclusion; what’s gonna happen to them? 

For Alex Mercer, worrying about everything was his job. If he didn’t worry, how would he be prepared for every possible outcome? He was starting his 8th-grade year. The ‘Kings of Middle School’ as everyone would say, but he felt sick thinking about stepping up to the crown. Of course, he felt like this before every new school year but that wasn’t going to stop him from doing it again. He worried about his classes, and how many he would share with Y/N. He worried about how Y/N was going to handle the classes they didn’t share. He worried about how hot-headed Luke would handle 9th grade. He worried that Luke would make other friends and not want to hang out with 8th graders. He worried that Y/N won’t need him as much this year. And he worried she’d grow tired of him on the days he struggled to leave the house. He worried about the feeling he’d get in his stomach every time Luke smiled at him. Why did his friend make him so anxious? He shook his head and pedaled faster.

For Luke Patterson, worrying about the future wasn’t something he experienced often. Sure he wondered what his life would look like 5 years from now but didn’t everyone? He was starting 9th grade, ‘fresh-meat’ as upper-classmen would call them. He worried it would be too much. Heck, he’d only been living in LA for a year and now he has to leave his only two friends behind. He had tried to flunk 8th grade just so that the three of them could be in the same grade moving forward. Y/N had smacked him upside the head so hard he hissed just remembering it. He worried that if he stayed away too long, Alex and Y/N would realize they didn’t need him. The two were already attached to the hip when he came along and wedged his way in. Maybe they don’t need him as much as he needs them. They have each other and perhaps that’s enough. He worried he’d fall behind without Y/N keeping him in check. He worried about how he won’t be there to help Alex on the days everything was just too much. And he worried about who would be there to calm him down when everything was a little too loud and the clothes he wore were a little too rough that it made him want to peel his skin off. He sighed and pedaled faster.

For Y/N Y/L/N, worrying about the ‘what ifs’ was her favorite pastime. It wasn’t really. But they plagued her mind every free moment she had. What if Alex branched off? What if he didn’t need her anymore? What if Luke made friends? What if he spends more time in high school and won’t hang around them anymore? What if both Luke and Alex split off together? They were both guys and maybe they’ll realize it’s better with just the two of them. She worried they’d become someone she’d walk by and have to pretend the time they spent together didn’t exist. That the secrets they whispered to each other in the night disappeared as the sun came up. That the dreams they shared were snuffed out as time went on. She worried that she’d look into their eyes and instead of being met with the familiar warmth of home, she’d be met the reflection of who they once were and what they once met to each other. She wondered if she’d be able to navigate the 8th grade and life afterward without her two fellow musketeers at her side. She wiped the single tear off her face and pedaled faster.

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The comic book shop was cool as the air-conditioner rumbled in the background. Hot gusts of wind accompany the little bell as someone enters the shop. The sign on the door encouraging customers to fully close it so as to keep the cool air from escaping. School was starting soon and as a boy sits on the beanbag that’s become his designated spot, he worries about starting the 8th grade.

For Reggie Peters, worrying about school has never been a big thing unless it involved bringing home classmates for a group project. Which he always managed to avoid. At least, that was his only worry until recently. His parents’ fighting had gotten worse. The words he had heard his parents yell at each other as he sat on the stairs had caused him to gasp. Which happened to be the last sound he made. He wondered how two people who swore to love each other could utter such things. He hadn’t been able to talk in almost two months and now school was right around the corner and he worried about interactions. He worried teachers would get upset with him like his parents had. He worried people would find him rude, thinking he was ignoring them. He wondered how he would make friends in his classes if the mere attempt at speaking caused him physical discomfort. He grabbed the water bottle and granola bar that sat on the napkin with “For Reggie” scribbled on it. He smiled at the gesture. He hoped his voice would come back so he could properly thank the owners of the comic book store that felt more like home than his house ever did.

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The sun shone brightly as a boy skated through the park. His eyes squinted as the light hit him directly in the face. Placing a hand over his forehead in an attempt to block the rays, his eyes widened as he realized he was heading straight toward a girl walking her dog. He quickly maneuvered around to avoid hitting her only for his wheel to catch a stone causing him to land on his side. He groaned as he sat up, dusting off his dark jeans and rolling his eyes as he noticed he scraped his elbow yet again. He leaned back on his hands and looked up at the sky peeking through the leaves of the tree he had found himself under.

For Bobby Shaw, worrying about stuff was something he always tried to keep under wraps. His mom worried enough as it was and he didn’t want to add it. As the ‘man of the house’ he had to keep cool under the gaze of both his mom and grandma. He briefly wondered where his dad was. He had recently promoted from the 8th grade without a father in the crowd. The thought immediately went away. Why should he care about the man that walked out on him and his mom? He was starting 9th grade soon and his mom was making a fuss about it. Something about him growing up fast. He was tall for his age and his grandma always nags him about the ridiculous clothes he wears. Asking him how he hoped to make friends if the sight of him was enough to intimidate. He was worried. For what? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t care much for school. He didn’t care much for consistent company. He had skatepark buddies but that was all they were and he didn’t mind. He worried the most about disappointing his grandma. He didn’t hold the same traditional views as she did but he knew that she loved him regardless. And maybe he was lying about how little he actually cared about everything else. But that wasn’t something he was ready to unpack. He stood up, grabbed his board and kicked off.

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A/N: Hi! I finally have motivation AND some free time to actually write something. This story is going to follow the boys and the reader as they navigate through high school, meet each other, start the band, be teenagers, face struggles, and feel feelings. I'm not sure how you all feel about "Y/N" Please let me know, I can totally name her and have it be more of an OC!

The fic will be including my personal headcanons for the boys and there's more backstory to how Y/N, Alex and Luke met if you're interested in like a flashback thing. Or a separate headcanon list/context for each person.

Also, this is probably going to be a Reggie x Reader/Bobby x Reader. I have not decided 100%

Thank you for taking the time to read this little thing, please let me know if you'd like it to be an actual fic!

#fanfic writing #julie and the phantoms #jatp fic #sunset curve #reggie peters #alex mercer #bobby shaw #luke patterson #sunset curve x reader #sunset curve 90s #insert reader #reggie peters x reader #bobby shaw x reader #julie and the himbos #jatp #ash writes #wwweu?

[story-courty]

Midnights at Mona's

Start from the beginning ^^

Chapter 25 is up now!

Chapters: 25/? Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV), Heartland (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Reggie Peters/Flynn, Carrie Wilson/Nick, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Alex Mercer/Willie (Julie and The Phantoms) Characters: Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Flynn (Julie and The Phantoms), Carrie Wilson, Nick (Julie and The Phantoms), Bobby | Trevor Wilson, Emily Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Ray Molina, Rose (Julie and The Phantoms), Carlos Molina, Original Characters, Caleb Covington, (Mentioned) Mitch Patterson, (Mentioned) Willie Additional Tags: Romance, Adventure, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Country & Western, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fantasy, Slow Burn, Aged-Up Character(s), Soulmate Adjacent, Animals, Hijinks & Shenanigans, There have been many struggles. There will be many cuddles. It's the Courty way., mild violence Series: Part 1 of Midnights at Mona's Summary:

Julie Molina expected many things on her impromptu road trip to Texas. She expected Flynn to be confused but ultimately supportive; she expected to relax and gain a new perspective; and she expected (or at least hoped) to rediscover the music she’d lost over the past year. What she did not expect was to be bunking with cranky rancher Luke Patterson, or the mysterious (and quite possibly magical) karaoke bar that would lead them on an adventure full of new friends, dangerous enemies, fun music, and a whole lot of love.

Yeehaw, cowfolk! Let’s go!

#been a sec! #but I'm back! #If you're still hanging out #holla and let me know what you think! #jatp #juke #julie and the phantoms #mam #midnights at mona's

[riderunlove]

The Light We Find in the Shadows by swdsnygeek

Chapter: 4/ ?

Fandoms: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020)  

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

F/M

Work in Progress

20 Feb 2024

Ships: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Background Willex - Relationship

Characters: Julie Molina, Luke Patterson, Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Flynn Taylor, Rose Molina,

Tags: Mentions of Violence, things that go bump in the night - Freeform, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, magical elements- of a sort, the characters are adults who swear, Banter, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, it's a bumpy road, Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy

Summary:

The rules of life for Julie are pretty simple. 1. Go to work. 2. Be home before sunrise. 3. Make sure other vampires and creatures of the night aren’t causing trouble in her territory. 4. (and most important of all) Avoid hunters at all costs. Everything changes when Julie accidentally saves one from a certain (and painful) death. Suddenly, she and Luke, a hunter who is much more than meets the eye, can't seem to escape each other. Every encounter, every touch, every moment draws them deeper and deeper into a forbidden love that could unravel the fabric of life as they and everyone around them know it.

Read from the beginning here

#an update #i'm excited about this one #jatp #jatp fic #vampire/hunter au #jukebox #jukeboxsource #mere writes sometimes

[narcissusbrokenmirror]

Alex Mercer + catholic trauma really does something for me, i like reading fanfics abt it cuz it feels like home. shout out to all the projecting Alex writers out there.But i think its funny how inaccurate it is. not in a bad way ofc. But i have thoughts about 90's gay teen Alex. I need to get them out. But i think its funny how inaccurate it is. not in a bad way ofc. But i have thoughts about 90's gay teen Alex. I need to get them out.

I mean its the 90's, religion is not the only thing making people homophobic there, besides toxic masculinity being pretty much a thing, there was also the post aids moment, so despite the 90's not being the most homophobic era ever, gay people were like, a presence, on the social groups, especially on the art/acting/music scene. so, for me, it makes sense when Kenny Ortega says Alex was a proud character of his identity as a gay young man.

doesn't add up to me tho, being gay + proud + christian + in the 90's. like, you dont grow up proud of being queer if u spend your life hearing negative rhetoric about it. so i, personally, don't think Alex's family was religious.

Alex's family doesn't look religious and Alex doesn't seem into it, as well. Alex being confident, proud, relaxed and sarcastic brings me to think that he came from a very liberal family that was also homophobic. picture this with me.

the grunge/rock scene is full of people trying to make into a club that only people who look a certain way can be there, they're full of toxic masculinity behavior there. Alex's not like it, he knows better that rock is much more about expressing yourself through music and feeling with others, rather than how you look, you knows its bullshit. and im only mentioning this bc Alex doesn't dress like alt ppl usually do, he's always in this relaxed outfit, the same black sweatpants and different soft colored shirts and jackets, he doesn't put an effort to how he looks, he just wants to be comfortable. and not caring how you look as long as ur comfortable? rock behavior ig

Alex being confident and proud tells us about the background he came from. If his family considered him trustworthy and let Alex make his own choices without interfering even if they don't like it, certainly he did NOT came from a religious household.

Alex is a drummer, that shit expensive for you to just have a whole kit hanging around, so his parents probably got it for him, they supported his band and let him have his friends around, they were warm and loving, helping into building Alex's sense of self worth, which is very nice.

so we don't have anything concrete abt Alex's past relationships, but i guess he first came out to his band and then his parents, Luke says Alex never had a boyfriend, but Alex being so certain that he was having a mutual connection with Willie would feel weird if it was the first time Alex flirted with a guy. nah. He probably did met other gay boys on clubs and concerts, flirted, made out once or twice, maybe even gone on dates, you know, teenager things.

the shit happened when he came out to his parents and they gave him the cold shoulder and silence treatment. because they had reasons to not want their son to be gay. Gay people were seen as dirty, sick, perverted, pedophiles, promiscuous and also a target for violence. As a parent, they wouldn't want his son that they loved and supported so much to be associated with such a marginalized group. But it's their son, after all, they couldn't throw him away. So they didn't locked Alex away from his friends, wasn't thrown out of his house, wasn't forced to get that "fixed up". Because Alex was their son, but they didn't want that part of him there, they didn't wanted to know about it.

Alex having his friends over would always click a question on his parents' mind for what if they aren't just friends, what can they be doing together when they're not looking (bc you know, gay people dont have feelings or connections, its all about the sex), what else could Alex's dad think when he sees Luke sneaking out of Alex's room wearing his shirt? and the problem is centered around it happening near to them, whatever Alex does outside their roof is his business, but his homosexuality is not welcome on the Mercer's house. Although, they didn't felt comfortable around Alex anyway, bc inside their heads, they knew that he couldn't keep his homosexuality off when they were together. they couldn't process that their son would be a homosexual, they couldn't love that, they could love their son, but not that.

Alex probably knew that, probably thought that it would eventually stop and they would be normal, warm and loving again, that they would support him again, probably because he didn't had his parents' love hold against some condition, as if he had to earn it. (As it is pretty common in religious households) It doesn't mean he wouldn't get hurt from it, he did and it was a lot, the lack of love, attention and support that he got from his came out, after a life of being given proper dosis of love and being allowed to be who he was. By the way Alex deals with changes, that shit was probably getting to his head.

Alex knew he deserved better than being treated like that, he knew he deserved his family to love him bc they always did and that they shouldn't define him by one element that would always be a part of him, he knew he deserved it to be a part of his life, deserved to bring a nice guy he met home to meet his parents instead of sneaking them in and out like he had to live it secretly. He didn't wanted that, it wasn't fair to him. He shouldn't have to feel ashamed enough to hide it from his dad bc his dad shouldn't want him to be ashamed of himself.

Alex was decided to stop caring about his parents thought of him, even if it meant them not being a part of his life, not that he wanted it this way, bc he didn't. But if they could change once, they could change again.

#julie and the phantoms #alex mercer #character analysis #its also my theory #i like to think that Alex didnt grow up repressed #kenny ortega wouldnt want to put religion on this spot anyway so thanks ig #im pretty sure luke is the one that came from a catholic houselhold tho

[thephantomchronicles]

Relationships: Alex Mercer/Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex Mercer & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex Mercer & Carrie Wilson, Alex Mercer & Julie Molina, Julie Molina/Luke Patterson (Background), Reggie Peters/Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson (background), Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson & Willie

Additional Tags: first responders AU, 5+1 Things, paramedic!Alex, doctor!Willie, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Alex Mercer Has Anxiety (Julie and the Phantoms), Anxiety Attacks, Alex Mercer Loves Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Willie Loves Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Apology pancakes, Casual Breaking and Entering, Luke and Reggie would do anything for Alex, Alex Mercer Needs a Hug (Julie and The Phantoms), Car Accidents, Major Character Injury, Blood and Injury, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary (Last Chapter)

It probably wasn’t the best time they’d ever had, Alex still felt kind of miserable, navigating through some kind of fog and he really didn’t want to drag anyone else down with him, but Willie was perfect because he got it and he didn’t care and Alex loved him a bit too much. Just being there with him even when they weren’t really doing anything was good. And he was starting to feel better. Maybe everyone was right and taking some time off could do wonders for you. Who would have thought?

Not to mention he had his drums back. Still trying to wrap his head around the fact that his friends had broken into his childhood home to get them which should probably worry him, but it made him smile instead. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed playing until he actually could again. Sure, they were a little crowded, but it wasn’t the end of the world and Alex felt… better. Everything was better. He could breathe again.

#new fic #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp first responders au #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp #last chapter #5+1 things

[1001aus]

I have 2 separate but similar protocreed aus bouncing around in my head now because I started playing the first prototype game yesterday

In both of them shit goes down with Alex Mercer and Gentek before Abstergo gets a chance to grab Desmond

Version 1: Abstergo and Gentek have a business relationship and are both aware that the other company has dubious ethics, but they are separate entities.

While trying to figure out what's going on Alex Mercer manages to stumble on a connection by accident and ends up working his way through several Abstergo employees before determining that whatever they're up to is unrelated to his situation. In the process he finds that Abstergo is after someone and they've traced their target to a bar not far from Central Park. Desmond Miles may not prove very useful to him, but whatever Abstergo want will definitely be worse in the long run so he goes to warn him, getting there just in time to save him from being grabbed.

Desmond ends up awkwardly cohabitating with Dana because he can't risk going back to his own apartment.

Version 2: Desmond is in the Penn station when the Gentek soldiers gun down Alex Mercer and, due to bad luck and questionable decision making, he ends up infected. Although his Isu heritage only comes out to about 1% it's enough for him to survive and to hold onto his memories.

In #1 Desmond would end up learning how to use discarded Gentek weapons because he has no other way to defend himself or contribute. #2 he's a virus so he'd get virus type abilities, but also it would unlock his Isu abilities without the animus to kickstart them. Also also because Alex's codename is Zeus Desmond's would be Hades

In either version there'd be Abstergo/assassins/Minerva and Juno in the background at various levels of Oh Fuck when they realize Desmond was in the red zone and hasn't been seen since.

Abstergo would care less since he would have been useful to them but they don't care about him specifically. They'd just be disappointed. The assassins would be sad but they would treat it like anyone they've lost on a mission. Minerva would be losing her shit about the solar flare and Juno is infuriated because Desmond was supposed to be her way out of the Grand Temple.

#protocreed #idea tag #Desmond Miles #Alex Mercer

[jmrothwell]

All I Ask

Summary:

Reggie unexpectedly runs into Julie 5 years after she moved away.

Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Julie Molina/Reggie Peters Characters: Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Carrie Wilson, Flynn Taylor, Nick (Julie and The Phantoms), Aunt Victoria (Julie and The Phantoms) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Age Changes, Friends to Lovers, Texting, Implied/Referenced Trauma/Abuse, Discussions of Trauma/Abuse, Almost Kiss, Mild Language, Background Relationships, Alex Mercer/Bobby Shaw/Willie, Flynn Taylor/Carrie Wilson - Freeform, QPR Luke & Nick & Flynn & Carrie

#julie and the phantoms #rulie relajante #reggie julie

[michelangelinden]

You've held my hand, you've held my heart

I got to make more art for the Julie And The Phantoms Big Bang 2022!! This time for @locketletters and their amazing Alex-centric hurt comfort 5+1 fic, what more could you want? It's absolutely beautiful! (Read it here) Also thanks to @julieandthephantomsbb for organizing!!

You can find the main frame from the animation under the cut, please check it out. <33

(Image description is also underneath the cut)

[image ID: a semi realistic digital drawing with Alex Mercer from the Netflix show Julie and the Phantoms in the center. He is smiling contently with closed eyes. He's wearing a grass-green shortsleeved shirt tucked into black pants. His clothes, his blonde short hair and a golden chain necklace are fluttering in the wind.

In the background is a painted sunset, dark blue at the top melting into red-orange at the bottom. Stars are twinkling.

Surrounding him are clouds depicting images from the story. Starting at the bottom left there is a Star Wars bandaid in the rain in front of a puddle. Above is a bowl of soup on a wooden table. Next to that is a green front door. Next to that is a pair of drumsticks in front of a snare, with little doodles on the wood. Below that, on the bottom right, is a pier by the sea, facing a sunset. In the bottom right corner is the artist's signature, Michelangelinden. /End ID.]

#this fic my absolute beloved #you should all read it thank you #also my first animation whoop whoop #hopefully there will be more #alex mercer #julie and the phantoms #julieandthephantomsbb #willex #jatp #jatp art #linden draws

[innytoes]

Sleepy prompts 👀 10 for Reggie/Carrie?

Set in the Nuclear Apocalypse Bunker AU.

After Reggie got better, things with Carrie got better too. Tía Victoria kept him under observation for another week, but she visited every day, bringing him food and talking to him. When it was just the two of them, she was different. Less tightly wound.

Reggie came back to the rest of the bunker and immediately got pulled into a Molina family group hug, and then another one with Luke and Alex (his parents frowning in the background). Even Trevor gave him a part on the back, smiling. Things were kind of weird between them, seeing as how Trevor kind of saved his life but also kind of broke the rules to do so.

So things settled down again. Reggie returned to his chores, returned to cracking jokes with Willie over the comms, returned to doing whatever he could to make himself useful around the bunker. But now, he got to joke and hang out with Carrie as well. And maybe even, you know, hold hands. They were taking things slow, since they literally had all the time in what was left in the world, but it was pretty awesome.

Which was why he was the one who was pulled aside by Julie. "Hey, have you noticed something off about Carrie?" she asked. For a second, he was offended, like 'she's suddenly likes you now' was something weird and off. But now that he thought about it, she had been more and more tired lately. And snappy, but not like before, not just to him. More like she was having trouble keeping it together with everyone.

"She's been kind of tired," he agreed.

"I'm worried about her," Julie said. "And I think someone should talk to her. Someone like her boyfriend."

He flushed. "Oh we... we haven't... it's not... We haven't labeled it yet." Julie gave him a knowing look. She was like the sister he always wanted, he loved her so much. "But yeah, I'll talk to her."

So, after dinner, that's what he did. Trevor was out... schmoozing, or something. He was usually over at the Mercers or the Pattersons or even the Molinas, or holed up in the comms room talking to people in other bunkers. So he could manage to slip into their pod pretty easily without anyone noticing.

Carrie was in her room. He'd never actually been in Carrie's room yet, and he smiled at how she made the sterile place her own, just like she'd made the pretty standard uniform her own. There were sparkly stars made from food packaging stuck to the walls and ceiling, and little paper origami flowers strung up, and all the sad metal railings had been draped with fabric.

Carrie herself was hunched over her desk in a posture Reggie was very familiar with. It was the same one she used to get in math class, before he started tutoring her. Frustrated but trying not to show it.

"Hey babe," he said quietly, and she whirled around, clutching... a science book to her chest? "Whatcha doing?"

"What are you doing here?" she snapped. But Reggie knew better than to be intimidated by that now.

"Just wanted to check in with you," he said, flopping on her bed. She looked like she wanted to say something about him messing up her bedding, but he just smiled at her. "Missed you. You've been holed up in your room after dinner these past few..." Now that he thought about it, almost as long as he'd been better. "Weeks."

"I've been busy," she said.

"Doing science homework?" he asked. They did get lessons, sometimes. A lot of it was improvised, between the adults here and adults from other bunkers when they had time. Music class from The Trevor Wilson kind of was the coolest thing ever. Ray taught them Spanish, Mr and Mrs Patterson taught them all kinds of stuff about history, modern history, politics... basically what lead up to them being stuck here. Like if the understood, they weren't doomed to repeat it.

The Mercers, when they could be torn away from their Top Secret Whatever in the Bunker taught them science-y stuff like chemistry and physics, and Tía Victoria taught them biology and medicine. But this book was way beyond what Victoria was teaching them. "You aiming for an internship with the Mercers?" he asked. If anyone could talk her way into that top secret lab, it was Carrie.

"Oh very funny, Reginald," Carrie snapped, throwing the book at his head. He dodged, flinching. "We both know I'm not fucking smart enough for that." Part of him wanted to run, but then he saw the unshed tears in Carrie's eyes.

"Babe, you're plenty smart," he soothed.

"No I'm not!" Carrie shouted. "When you got sick I didn't understand a word of Victoria's explanation, and I can't do math, and I heard Mrs Mercer tell Mr Mercer that it was a good thing I was pretty and healthy, so I could be a good wife to Alex and have plenty of babies to keep civilization going, because I was never going to be a scientist." She burst into tears, and Reggie gathered her up in a hug.

"I'm just so tired," she sobbed as he stroked her back. "I don't understand it and I keep rereading the same things and I'm just so tired."

"Okay first of all, fuck what the Mercers think," he said. "They've been stuck in here for years and they still haven't realised their son is gay as fuck." Okay maybe they'd all been helping cover up Alex' conversations with Willie, but it wasn't like he was that subtle. "Also, just like, ew. To all of that." Carrie sniffled her face buried against his chest.

"And second of all, who cares if you're not gonna be a scientist? There's more to rebuilding civilization than scientists." Carrie opened her mouth, probably to say something about being a... a broodmare or whatever creepy philosophy the Mercers had. "You know how to talk to any of the adults here, like an equal. You're literally the only one who understands Mr Patterson when he forgets he's not giving a university Philosophy class, or when figuring out what Mrs Patterson means when we're dissecting what went wrong with the world and politics and stuff."

"But that stuff is easy," she said.

"Yeah, to you!" Reggie hugged her close. "Babe, you're not a future scientist. You're like, the future President. You know how to talk to people, and get them to like you, and you know how they tick." He didn't mention that when she used her powers for evil, like when she'd been mad at him, she was pretty devastating as well. He was pretty sure she knew that. "The world doesn't just need scientists. We also need leaders."

Carrie swallowed hard, rubbing at her eyes. "You mean it?"

"Of course," he said. He leaned down and nuzzled his nose against hers. "Besides, I have my hopes set on being First Husband." She laughed, before looking at him. He flushed when he realised the implications of what he just said.

"I think I can work with that," Carrie said, smiling at him. She sat up. "I should... I should make a list. Talk to Emily. See about connecting with all the other bunkers, start forming relationships with..."

"Okay, POTUS," he said, reeling her in and pulling her back onto the bed. "First, you are going to take a nap. You look exhausted, Carebear. The world, or what's left of it, will still be there for you to conquer tomorrow."

For a moment, he thought Carrie was going to argue with him. "Will you stay?" she asked instead.

"For as long as you want me too," he agreed.

#julie and the phantoms #nuclear apocalpse au #carriexreggie #this got so long and I nearly forgot to include the actual prompt lol #fanfic #I wrote a thing #post apocalypse #yes Carrie does talk with Emily and is newly focused and determined #Julie is like: wtf did you say to her #and Reggie is like: um so just in case this turns out badly and Carrie takes over the world this is all your fault #Reggie 100% thinks about his own future and is like: yeah I'm fine being the bunker's official child care and manual labour and stuff #no science or politics for me thank