#emily patterson

[squishiefelix]

After Julie visits the Pattersons a second time she mentions that they should stop by to look at the studio where Sunset Curve practiced, it was a great idea at the time.

Julie, Alex and Luke are mentally preparing for Luke's parents to show up. When Reggie suddenly poofs in, looking far more panicked than ever before.

"Luke's parents are here, Ray made them drinks, he's such a gentleman. Oh, right, they were talking about Sunset Curve - very cool to hear them talking about us by the way. That's not why I'm here though, why am I here? OH RIGHT! Ray is kind of talking to them about Julie and The Phantoms and he said he's going to show them a video..."

So, whilst Julie makes a run for the house, the boys get a headstart just as Ray has loaded a video of their Edge of Great performance. Alex keeps hitting the space bar to pause the video, battling with Ray who keeps trying to get the video to play. Luke is pacing the room, a little bit panicked that his parents might find out about his presence. Meanwhile, Reggie is having a one-sided conversation with Ray about how he's a better person than this.

Julie gets in and lies about the internet being down, but Ray just says "no worries, I have the video saved" Julie just closes the laptop and laughs nervously about how they don't need to see it, they're here to see their son's old studio after all. Luckily it works, and as she leads the Pattersons away, Ray is just left a little bit dumbfounded about it all.

Later, they realise that they have no way of stopping the Pattersons searching Julie and The Phantoms on their own accord, they just have to hope they won't.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #alex mercer #reggie peters #ray molina #emily patterson #mitch patterson #if i wasn't working on original stuff right now i'd consider writing this properly because it sounds fun and chaotic and emotional

[lvkereggie]

i’ve listened to unsaid emily millions of times and never realized luke said “all of the lines rehearsed disappeared from my mind” and like that just makes me so much more sad abt the song because he rehearsed what he was going to say to his mom because he wanted what he was going to say to be perfect so his mom understood him but he never got to say what he wanted to say and now he can never say it and omg im emotional

#julie and the phantoms #jatp cast #jatp netflix #luke patterson #emily patterson #unsaid emily #i’m literally so emotional right now i can’t do this #unsaid emily will always bring me to tears

[invisibleraven]

Haunted Holidays

December 20: Coming Home <-AO3 link!

Emily looked glumly at the boxes before her-she used to love Christmas, once upon a time. Did up the whole house the day after Thanksgiving, started her baking soon after. It was always a joyous time.

She can recall her first Christmas with Mitch, the two of them dancing to Nat King Cole playing on the turntable with only the tree lights to guide them. The year that Luke was nearly four, his big hazel eyes peeking over the counter in amazement as she made butter, sugar, and flour transform into cookies. How she caught him trying to scale the closet in an attempt to find presents the year he was seven.

The joy on his face when she gifted him the guitar the next year.

That was when everything changed. Music became an obsession, consuming Luke’s every waking moment. He was good, there was no arguing that, but Emily missed him helping her bake, or untangling her yarn as she knitted him another beanie.

She missed her son, but she had no idea how much worse it would get.

It was the year he was seventeen-long limbed and voice deep. She had found his grades-all low to failing. When she confronted him, he admitted to having dropped out. Who needed school when he was going to be a famous rock star?

It had been a horrible fight, harsh words that stung her heart to hear, even more vitriol spilling from her lips as Luke packed a bag and left.

He hadn’t been back since. And he never would be, since that July the police came to tell her that he little boy was dead.

That had been twenty five years ago.

Since then, the joy of the season had vanished for Emily. It was hard to decorate the tree with ornaments Luke had made as a child. To hang her and Mitch’s stockings but leave Luke’s in the box. To put aside the pang of the unopened presents still sitting in his room, even though she ached to put them under the tree. Like he would waltz in the door after band practice to open them.

It hurt a little less this year though. That nice Julie girl had given them Luke’s song-an apology and lament for her and what had been broken between them. She had come back a few times, to bring them cookies most recently, and had left with a new scarf wound around her neck.

She struck Emily as the kind of girl that Luke would be into; pretty, musical, kind. Though Luke had told her before he left that he liked everyone, and didn’t see anything wrong with that.

Emily wished she had taken the time to validate him then. To let him know she didn’t care who he loved, or how many people he chose to be with, as long as he was safe and happy. But she would never get the chance.

“Okay hun?” Mitch asked, hugging her from behind.

She hummed. “It’s still hard.”

“We don’t have to-“

She shook her head. “I don’t want to skip Christmas, I just wish…”

“I know,” he whispered, kissing the side of her head. “Let’s get started okay?”

He had already put the outside lights up, though neither of them had bothered turning them on, despite Christmas being less than a week away. They slowly put up everything-the garland, the wreaths, the Nativity.

“Remember when Luke used to play with the shepherds alongside his Ninja Turtles?” Mitch reminisced. “Or the time he replaced the baby Jesus with a Lego figure?”

Emily chuckled, “Oh yes, we got so mad-though Karen Mercer told me Alex used to do the same thing.”

“Have you spoken to them lately?” Mitch asked.

Emily shook her head. “I sent them a card, but that’s all. I don’t expect to get one in return-you know what they were like.”

“And Evelyn?”

“Sent a card to the forwarding address she gave me, but it got returned to sender, so who knows where the Peters are now,” Emily replied, running her finger along the edge of a photo of the boys, all smiling and twinkling eyes.

Soon all that was left was the tree, and Mitch squeezed her hand-it had always been Luke’s favourite thing to trim it. Insisting he could put the star on the top of his dad helped. Then being able to do it himself, with pride. That last year he was alive he hadn’t bothered to help, off at one gig or practice or another.

They had replaced the tree since then, a nice pre-lit thing that was a little smaller than their older one, but that was fine with Emily. With only the two of them they didn’t need a big tree.

She was about to start trimming when a ring of the doorbell sounded through their home. “Carollers or charity?” Mitch bet with an arch of his eyebrows.

“That or the Farris lady wants a cup of sugar again,” Emily replied. “I’ll get it.”

Only when she opened the door, it wasn’t any of those. There, looking just like the day he left, was Luke.

“Hey Ma, Merry Christmas.” He was holding hands with Julie…and was that Reggie? “Can we come in?”

#jatpadvent2023 #emily patterson #with a hint of peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

[doverstardoodles]

did you know I have an old Unsaid Emily Vibes playlist and did you know Charlie Gillespie covered the first song on it apparently

#it's a tiny playlist more about grief than about a specific POV #also luke's voice casually testing out singing That Song threw me into emotions and I drew this #I'll post the not-flashy version soon I think #jatp #julie and the phantoms #JATP #julie and the phat ones #julie and the himbos #julie and the fat ones #luke patterson #unsaid emily #luke #emily #emily patterson #art #fanart #doodle #netflix #doodles #jatp fanart #angst #sad #unsaid emily fanart #5sos #charlie gillespie #5 seconds of summer #ghost of you #playlist #music #tunes

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

on ao3, rated G, Julie and the Phantoms

The boys are hanging behind after their school band practice. They had just been given the song list and sheet music for the upcoming Christmas concert and Sunset Curve had even been given permission to do a song of their own. They were excitedly discussing which song they could add to the line up. It was *technically* the elementary school’s concert but the high school band always performed and Sunset Curve took every opportunity they were given to play. Reggie is excited to be able to play both his bass and saxophone and the other three stick with their preferred instruments.

They’re interrupted by their band teacher doubling back into the room and he breathes a sigh of relief when he sees them. “Oh good, you’re still here! Luke and Bobby? Would you be open to accompanying the kids for the concert?”

Luke and Bobby look at one another and then back to their teacher, pointing to themselves. “Us?”

Their teacher nods, “yeah, normally I’d play piano for them but we were talking and it might be nice to change things up with guitar this year. And feature our students some more.”

Luke beams at that and Bobby shrugs slightly before speaking for both of them. He knows that Luke isn’t going to turn down the opportunity to play for a crowd, accompanied by kindergarteners or otherwise. “Yeah, we can do that.”

“It won’t be too much for you two? The school band, yours, and these songs?”

Luke shakes his head vigorously and claps Bobby on the back, “nope! We can handle it!” 

“Alright then, thanks boys! I’ll get you everything tomorrow. Get me your song choice by then too, please.”

“You got it, sir!” Luke offers a salute and their teacher shakes his head, amused. 

“Keep this room how you found it please,” he walks out of the room, leaving the boys as they’d been before being interrupted. 

Luke pumps his fist, “YES!”

An amused grin takes over Alex’s face, “it’s the elementary school.”

“So? It’s an opportunity to play! And it’s not a book club!” The boys had only formally been a band for less than a year and they’d just finally found their footing and were playing every opportunity they could. 

“Hey, I love playing book club!” Reggie exclaims and Luke laughs, pinching Reggie’s cheeks the same way that the older ladies had a tendency to do. 

“You just like charming the grandmas.”

Reggie bats Luke’s hands away, rubbing his face. “What of it? They love me! And send us home with tasty treats every week.” Reggie’s gaze starts to gloss over as if he’s lost in thought.

Bobby wraps his arm around Reggie’s shoulders with a laugh of his own, jostling Reggie out of his treat-related daze. “Let’s feed the insatiable monster before we lose him to daydreaming. Again.”

“I resemble that remark,” Reggie murmurs while Luke and Alex laugh and they grab their things on their way out of the room. Alex doubles back to turn off the light, wanting to ensure that they’ll be allowed to continue using the space until they can figure out another rehearsal (and instrument storage) option. He takes his place between Bobby and Luke, wrapping his arms around their shoulders so that the four of them take up most of the hallway as they walk toward the doors.

—

They decide to head to the Patterson’s today and are just finishing up their snack, making their individual cases for the song they want to cover, when Emily gets home. 

“Afternoon boys, how was school?”

Luke answers her around a mouthful of food, “good, Ma! We get to play for the Christmas concert this year.”

“Luke, how many times do I have to ask you not to talk with food in your mouth?”

He swallows, “sorry, Ma.”

“What song are you doing this year?” All four of them have been in the school band since fifth grade and the Pattersons had managed to make every performance. And all of the years prior, with Luke’s excited performances alongside his classmates. He lived to make the audience laugh and succeeded every time. His teachers stopped bothering to try reining him in very early on. Mitch and Emily stopped feeling the embarrassment of having a kid who demanded the spotlight by the time he reached third grade. This was the first year he got to do anything on his own though.

“The band is playing a really cool medley mashup! And, Ma! WE get to play!” he gestures toward his friends and she raises an eyebrow. “Like as Sunset Curve,” he clarifies excitedly.

“Luke’s very excited,” Alex explains drily, as if Luke’s excitement wasn’t apparent to all of them.

“I see,” she replies cooly and Luke’s face falls slightly. 

His friends clock it immediately and Bobby speaks up next, “they asked Luke and I to accompany the kids too.”

“That’s very nice for you boys,” Emily says. “It’s a lot of songs to learn.”

“We can handle it, Ma. It’s not like we haven’t been singing them since we could talk or anything.”

“You’re right,” she concedes and makes her way through to the kitchen. “Make sure you boys clean up please. Are any of you staying for dinner tonight?”

Reggie confirms his attendance while Alex and Bobby bow out, claiming they need to be with their own families for the evening.

“What if we wrote our own?” Luke suggests after everything for dinner gets sorted.

“Luke, no. We don’t have time for that!” Alex tells him. Luke’s face falls into a pout and Alex sighs, “what if you write one for next year and we can ask to perform it then?”

Luke’s face brightens slightly before falling back into a frown as he gets lost in thought.

“What if we just did Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree? Twist it to make it our sound but it’s still classic,” Reggie suggests. 

Bobby puts his fingers to his chin in thought before digging out the program they’d been given at school. “It’s not on the list,” he confirms.

Luke pulls out his notebook and starts writing out the adjustments he can hear playing in his mind. The others watch him for a moment before looking at one another in amusement. They know they’ve lost him to the songwriting void. 

Luke jumps up suddenly, running to the family room and digging through his family’s record and tape collection. He comes up empty and yells toward the kitchen. “Ma! Where do we keep our Christmas records?”

Emily comes around the corner, drying her hands. “They’re in the Christmas bins. I haven’t brought them out yet. What do you need?”

“I want to make sure I have this song right.”

“Does it need to be right this second?”

“Mooooom, the music is flowing! Don’t harsh my vibe!”

Emily puts her hands up in mock defense, “no harshing of vibes here. I’ll get your Dad to pull things out this weekend.”

“Ugh. Fine.”

Bobby decides to take that moment to interject, “Luke, one of the teachers will probably have everything we need. We can ask tomorrow.”

Luke sighs but concedes. There’s only so far that his memory can take him with this. 

—

Bobby was right and they are able to get the sheet music from their music teacher the next day. They lose Luke to his arrangement process for their entire lunch break but he comes out of it triumphant and ready to practice with the boys. They make slight adjustments together at the end of the day and wind up with something they’re all happy with.

They spend the next several weeks fine tuning things and practicing and before too long the night of the concert arrives. Luke is excitedly bouncing in place and keeps looking out in the audience for his parents. None of the rest of the boys’ parents come to anything any more and look forward to Mitch and Emily’s support when it’s offered to them. 

Reggie bounds backstage and up to Luke. “They’re here!” 

It would take intimate knowledge of Luke to notice the shift in his energy at the news but all three of his bandmates clock it. 

Luke accompanies the first three grades before joining the high school band for their performance and Bobby takes over the final three. There is a stark difference in the boys’ energy and how they play. Luke knows better than to steal the spotlight from the kids but he’s still putting on the performance he’s known for. Bobby keeps his head down and simply provides the backing track for the kids. Which works out well, considering the ages that they’re both playing with. 

They take a break to let the elementary choir sing unaccompanied and then get set up for their own performance. 

Sunset Curve nails their version of Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree with Reggie closing out the song with what is quickly becoming his signature, “we’re Sunset Curve. Tell your friends!”

The crowd laughs as they applaud and the boys beam as they soak it in before being nudged back to reality by the MC. They quickly find their places with the school band and get settled for the last song of the night. 

Luke’s eyes canvas the crowd as soon as they’re finished and everyone starts packing up to leave. He’d found where his parents were sitting while Bobby was playing and he’s excited to hear what they thought. 

He manages to place them again and runs up with a giant smile on his face. “So?” he asks impatiently.

“You did great, Luke.” Reggie, Bobby, and Alex had joined them and Emily looks at all four boys. “You all did.”

Luke and Reggie both beam at her, always soaking up any attention they can get. 

“Luke did the whole arrangement!” Reggie gushes to Mitch and Emily.

“Oh, that’s great,” Emily replies, a bit muted and significantly less enthusiastically than Luke had hoped for.

“Didn’t you like it?” he asks.

“It’s just… is this really something you want to do?” she counters.

Luke’s eyes go wide and the other three boys look between each other in concern. “Yes, Ma! You just heard us, we’re great! Imagine how cool it will be when people are cheering for the songs that I wrote.”

Emily hums noncommittally and Mitch decides to take over. “You boys did a great job. Do you need rides home?”

He’s met with a chorus of “yes, sir!” and “please!” and he can’t help the light chuckle that escapes him.

Luke hangs behind as they follow his parents out to their station wagon. Alex notices and turns back to join him. “Don’t worry about them,” Alex says as they walk beside each other. “They’ll come around! You’ll see.”

“Yeah,” Luke agrees softly. “They have to! We’re gonna make it, ‘Lex! I know it.”

Alex ruffles Luke’s hair with a small laugh, “yeah, buddy. We’ll make it.”

#nobodys fics #jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #emily patterson #of course a fluffy little christmas piece needed to turn into luke and emily angst #i don't make the rules #i just write the story #sunset curve #young sunset curve #christmas fics

[cat-crowned-8]

Look me in the eyes and tell me that this isn't sirius towards regulus after he leaves the Black house and can't save reggie.

"All of the lines rehearsed Disappeared from my mind When things got loud One of us running out"

"If I could take us back, if I could just do that And write in every empty space the words "I love you" in replace Then maybe time would not erase me If you could only know I never let you go And the words I most regret Are the ones I never meant to leave"

ESPECIALLY:

"Silent days, mysteries and mistakes Who'd be the first to break? I guess we're alike that way"

#its so black brothers #unsaid emily #jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #emily patterson #jegulus #regulus black #sirius black #black brothers #marauders #angsty #except the one who got erased first was reggie #rab #Spotify

[legolasghosty]

Writing prompt: Luke gets introduced to Rock and realizes he's not that much of a good Catholic boy like his mom wish he would be(insert religious guilt)

Music always felt like it was missing something.

Sure, Luke could appreciate the skill displayed in the classical records his dad would put on sometimes. The soaring melodies were pretty and all, but they never really grabbed his attention. They felt too old.

He didn't mind the jazz radio station his mom would put on in the car. The slides and swinging were fun, but they didn't pull at his body. They felt too smooth, the lyrics too poetic.

And best not to even start on the hymns he had to stand through at Mass every week. There was a time and place for the repetitive, dull chant singing. Probably. But Luke had yet to find that particular situation that made those songs feel anything other than boring.

Everywhere he heard music, it was missing something.

Until now.

Luke bursts through the front door of his house, freshly home from Reggie's 11th birthday party. Reggie's parents had let them all go wander around the mall together for a few hours, without supervision. They were so cool, Luke's parents would never let him do that. And while they'd been there, Luke had heard something.

Music. Full music, not these weird half-done styles he's always heard before.

"How was the party?" his mom asks, looking up from her knitting with a smile.

"I need a guitar," Luke exclaims, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the back of the couch.

His mom stares at him for a moment, then chuckles. "Oh really?" she questions. "What do you need a guitar for?"

Luke rolls his eyes at the silly question. "So I can rock!" he tells her happily. "You know, like Metalica and stuff!"

It all makes so much sense now. This is what Luke was born to do. This is why he could never picture himself as a firefighter or a doctor when grown-ups asked what he wanted to do when he grew up. This is why all the other music felt hollow in a way that drove Luke nuts.

Because he's supposed to rock. He's meant to cry out lyrics about exactly what's going on around him. His fingers were made to fly over the frets of an electric guitar. He was created to raise his first and pinky fingers with his fist in front of a roaring crowd, just like the rockstars he'd seen in the dimly lit music store.

"Luke, you can't play... rock music."

His mom's voice cut through his thoughts. The disgust in her voice when she said those words...

Her hand lands on his shoulder. "Luke, that music, it's not good. It's not the kind of thing I want you listening to. It's... well, it's not of the Lord, that much I know."

Luke isn't sure if he's frozen or if he's spinning out of control, like that one time Bobby hit a patch of ice on his bike. Music, rock music, it's the only thing that has ever felt right, felt complete. How could his mom try to take that away from him?

"Luke, honey, I love you," his mom continues. "That's why I don't let you around this sort of stuff, because it can hook you and take you to horrible places that you don't want to go. It's not God's plan for your life. And God's plans are always right."

Maybe I don't want to be right, Luke thinks. He doesn't say it though. Instead, he flees to his room, heart pounding in his chest. His mom might be calling after him, but he can't really hear it. He shoves the door closed harder than usual. And he doesn't flinch when it slams.

It feels good if he's being honest. To just... be mad. No hiding it or having grownups tell him to forgive everyone immediately, even if they don't deserve it. Even when they don't want it. No, this is too important for that.

Maybe, if his mom comes around, he can stop being angry at her. Maybe he'll even manage to tell her he forgives her. But he's not letting go of music.

The way he felt in that store earlier, the crash of the drums ringing in his ears and the bass throbbing behind his eyes, it felt perfect. Like he'd been that little pile of pins sitting on Alex's desk in science class, and suddenly someone had set a magnet down next to him. That magnet was rock and roll.

Luke's eyes fall on the Bible sitting on his bedside table. His mom's words echo through his head.

Sorry God, but I think your right isn't mine anymore, he prays in his head.

He crosses the room, picks up the book, and stuffs it in the back of his closet. He'd been created for a purpose, and he knows what that purpose is now. And if the weird, all-knowing power that made him this way has a problem with it, then screw that.

Luke was born to rock. And that feels more true than any hymn he's ever heard.

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp fanfic #luke patterson #emily patterson #yeah this wasn't really what I had in mind when I started it #probably not what you were thinking either anon #but I hope you enjoyed it! #I love these random prompts #they're so fun!!!

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Halloween 2023 ✤ Costumes

Emily Patterson and The Phantoms in The Wizard Of Oz: There's no place like home

Tag List: @airwolf92 – want to be added?

#emily patterson #ocappreciation #halloween 2023 #unsaid emily #emily & the phantoms #my work #my edits #my moodboards #my ocs #jatp oc

[high-quality-tiktoks]

IYKYK

#video #tiktok #tiktoks #relatable #mood #sad #wtf #julie and the phantoms #jatp #unsaid emily #luke patterson #emily patterson #icarushaswings

[floating-in-the-blue]

Close Enough

This was written for a 'write a scene from your WIP from a different character's POV' challenge. The scene takes place in my Alex Adoption Fic but I think it stands well on its own and since I have no idea when I'll be finished with the actual story, I've decided to share it properly here and on AO3. Just FYI: Alex's injuries are because of a car accident that happened right after his parents threw him out.

---

Having a child in the hospital is surely one of the worst experiences a mother can have. There are worse but Emily is adamantly refusing to think about those. This is close enough.

The teenager sleeping in the hospital bed next to her is not her child and a traitorous little piece of her is glad about that. Glad that it isn't Luke lying here, bruised and battered. But she squashes the voice down because this is close enough.

Luke and Alex have been friends since Luke's first day at kindergarten and they are as close as brothers. Closer maybe, depending on the kind of brothers you use as a measuring unit. Emily herself was never really close with her own brother, Matthew being five years older and not overly interested in his little sister.

But blood family is not something you can choose. The glaring absence of Alex's own parents makes that abundantly clear. There is a rage inside Emily whenever she thinks about them wilfully abandoning their only child, throwing him out of their house for such a little thing as being gay. It defies any idea of Christianity Emily has and she is sure that if she got face to face with the Mercers right now, she would throw a fist.

She glances from her magazine towards Alex's sleeping face, frowning even in his sleep, the bruises a deep purple, the skin around them pale and drained of all colour, and she wants to scream. Look at your child, look how he suffers! How can you abandon him like that?

But she is not screaming, just fidgets on the uncomfortable visitor's chair and tries to focus on an article that hasn't been able to hold her attention for the last twenty minutes. She already pities Mitch because she knows there will be more angry rants for him to endure in his future. At least he understands her anger. He is not the type to rage, his composure coming more naturally to him than it ever comes to Emily, but she sees it in his frown, hears it in the heavy sighs and the way he clumsily tries to comfort her while still acknowledging her right to be upset about the situation. It would be easier, sometimes, if he could share in her passionate rants but she values his steady presence.

Sometimes, she thinks that if it wasn't for Mitch's calming voice of reason, Luke might have run off already. It's bad enough that she and Luke get into all these arguments, she doesn't want to think about what would happen if Mitch joined her, much as she does want his support in the matter.

A tiny movement from the bed diverts her gloomy thoughts and she sets aside her magazine with a smile as Alex blinks his eyes slowly open, a crease appearing between his eyebrows at the sight of her.

“Don’t worry, the boys will be back soon. I sent them off to the hospital cafeteria to eat something more substantial than just snacks and sandwiches and promised them I’d keep you company in the meantime," she reassures him.

“Thank you,” Alex croaks and Emily hurries to get a glass of water from his bedside table, holding the straw steady for him while he sips gratefully.

There is an awkward pause after that that Emily doesn't quite know how to fill. She doesn't know what to talk to him about and she surely doesn't want to ask him about his parents and if he's heard from them.

But Alex, after taking a deep breath that seems to hurt his broken ribs, does, his voice still rough.

Emily’s face falls before moulding into an expression of pity she cannot hide.

“No, sweetheart. I have not.” She briefly touches his shoulder before withdrawing her hand and frowning. “Not gonna lie, I left a few, or rather several, very rude messages because—”

She stops herself and takes a few deep breaths as she tries to calm down again. Alex doesn't need her anger right now. She swallows and focuses back on him.

“I am so very sorry, hunny.”

Alex just nods slightly, blinking furiously as he tries to fight the tears off. Emily can't bear it and rushes over to give him the best version of a hug that is possible with his injuries, and Alex can't hold back anymore. Emily keeps stroking his hair and murmuring soothing things but he just cries harder and Emily is painfully aware that the she is a poor substitute for Alex's own mother. She blinks away her own tears as she silently curses both of Alex's parents in her head.

She isn’t sure how long he wept but when he has calmed down some, Emily wipes away his tears and gives him something to drink again before sitting back down in the chair by his side.

“Thank you,” he rasps, eyes meeting hers but quickly darting away again and Emily's heart just about breaks at seeing how he still tries to be so polite even as his whole world shatters around him.

“Of course, hunny.” She bites her lip and then asks: “Do you have any other family that I could contact for you that would be willing to take you in and help you once you’re released from the hospital?”

Alex squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, taking a few shallow breaths before shaking his head.

“Well,” Emily says matter-of-factly and Alex looks up at her again, “then I guess you’ll come stay with us.”

Alex's eyes widen and he seems to get even paler as he stammers: “I … what? No, you don’t have to—I mean, I- I’ll figure something out and—”

“Sweetheart, it’s okay.” Emily forces herself not to hug the poor boy again, aching at the way he seems terrified to accept help but also desperate because he really really needs it.

“But … but what about Luke’s Dad?”

Emily smiles. “We discussed the possibility and he agrees with me.” She smiles, sharp and satisfied, because whatever faults Mitch might have, and God knows they all have faults, her husband not excluded, she was always sure that his answer would be 'Yes.'

Alex still struggles and there is a slight tremble in his voice as he protests once more: “I can’t—I mean, I’m sure there’s shelters or something and—” 

“Alex.” This time, Emily’s voice brooks no argument anymore. “Look, I appreciate you not wanting to inconvenience us and I can understand if it’s a matter of pride, but sweetheart, even if I wasn’t afraid of Luke straight up murdering me for abandoning you in your hour of need," which he most likely would, "you will need help. A lot of it. And until you’re fully recovered there will be physical therapy appointments and check-ups and, quite frankly, I think you should probably see a therapist, too. This is not something you can do on your own or just with the help of a couple of friends.”

Alex is quiet for a long time, emotions flickering over his bruised face but in the end, he hesitatingly agrees.

“Okay?”

Emily smiles wider than before. “Okay. That’s settled then.”

The child in the hospital bed is not her own. But it is close enough and she vows that she will do right by him even when his own parents no longer care. Because she does.

#yeo writes #my writing #jatp fanfic #alex mercer #emily patterson #phantomfloat

[missmitchieg]

The Pattersons + Flannels

#julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #mitch patterson #emily patterson #this is so sad

[immabitqueer]

Unsaid Emily Rant

Okay, so let's get this out of the way: I don't hate Emily or Mitch but I will be criticizing them a bit because if you made your son feel so unsupported that he ran away for 8 months then something is wrong on your end, even if you're generally good people and good parents.

Anyways can we talk about how great of a lyricist Luke is? In particular the line "the words I most regret are the ones I never meant to leave unsaid, Emily" because it has two meanings! On paper it reads like he regrets not talking to his mother more and not saying "I love you" more but in the actual song he doesn't pause between "unsaid" and "Emily" where the comma is. He pauses between "leave" and "unsaid" meaning the words he regrets are the ones he said in anger during the fight and "unsaid emily" is being used as a full name or title, because Luke up until this point refused to talk about his mom with anyone, so Emily is remaining unsaid.

And obviously both Emily and Luke are super stubborn. They refuse to compromise on anything related to music and Luke refuses to go home until he becomes famous or dies (we know which one came first). Luke probably felt like his parents had no faith in him and were just trying to ruin everything for him and make him be boring and do things he's not passionate about forever. He probably thinks his mom thinks he's untalented.

Emily probably dose think Luke is talented. She also knows how young Luke is and knows how easy it is to manipulate and abuse child stars. Drugs and suicide were staples of rock star life. Kurt Cobain committed suicide the year Luke ran away. She also knows that if he doesn't make it in the industry with nothing to fall back on he was just going to ruin himself.

Teenagers are dramatic and prone to extremes but a 16 year old doesn't run away for no reason. A 12 or 13 year old might run away over minor issues but by 16/17 that phase is over, he must have felt very trapped. He also loved his mother and wanted to take everything back as soon as he did it. Emily obviously loved her son but didn't know how to handle someone so passionate.

In closing these are my (abridged) thoughts on Unsaid Emily

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[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

Heyyyyy! Emily, phone call, soft, please!!! Lysm x

My last girls prompt! Thanks everyone who's been reading!

This is in my Nickjulie Soft Verse (co-created with @joyandthephantoms). Luke is trans but not out yet (he's like 10) but "Luke" is a nickname of his unspecified deadname, so he's always gone by it. It was a fun challenge for me to avoid misgendering him from his mom's POV lol but hopefully I did okay. Enjoy some complicated (on the closer side of bad) Emily POV :)

Every Wednesday at 4:00 on the dot, Emily’s phone rings.

She waits for it. She stresses over it. If it’s even a minute late, she makes the call herself, and if no one picks up, she calls the school, three places of employment, and then the police.

Call her overprotective. Call her crazy. Plenty of people have, her own husband included. But Emily Patterson will do anything to keep her family together. Anything to protect her child. And if that means making damn sure she knows where Luke is at all times, well then so be it.

Today, she’s in a meeting with one of her constituents, but she puts it on pause the second her phone rings, says, “I’m sorry, I have to take this,” and steps out of her office to answer it.

The time, she notes with annoyance, is 4:03.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Emily, it’s Rose Molina! How are you this afternoon?”

Rose’s enthusiasm always sounds false to Emily; she doesn’t think the Molinas like her very much. The feeling is, in fact, mutual.

“I’m very well, thank you,” Emily says, for politeness’s sake, but instead of going so far as to ask how Rose is, she cuts to the chase. “Is Luke with you?”

“Yep, I’ve got both kids right here!” Rose confirms, just like she does every week when she picks up Luke from school, and yet Emily won’t be satisfied, Emily won’t be able to relax, until—

“Hi, Mom!” There’s Luke’s voice, a little muffled, probably half-shouted from the back of Rose’s car.

Emily blows out a long sigh of relief. Luke is with her. Luke is safe. Luke will have a wonderful afternoon messing around at the music school until Emily can get out of work, and the only thing she’ll have to worry about is how long they’ll be in the house together tonight before one of them starts yelling.

She has a good feeling about this week. Maybe Luke will be in a good mood, won’t be so quick to criticize Emily’s parenting after spending all afternoon with someone better. Maybe they’ll break the family record for how long they’ve gone without a fight.

Maybe Emily will finally stop being so paranoid about Ray and Rose Molina taking Luke away from her.

But for now, she has a meeting to get back to, and she wouldn’t have asked Rose to pick Luke up on Wednesdays if she had any other choice.

So she says, “I love you, sweetheart!” and then, “Thank you, Rose. I’ll be by at six.”

And then, because okay, yeah, maybe she is a little paranoid, she adds, “Call me when you get home, please.”

And then she hangs up, because as much as she’s not going to apologize for her parenting techniques, she’s not going to let Rose Molina judge her for them either.

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[murderoushagthesequel]

continuation of my post from yesterday- i'm listening to unsaid emily right now and i think i need to write a one shot cuz OUCH

like... sirius is luke and regulus is emily

my heart hurts

im like about to go and rewatch all of jatp right now and write an au in my head

#new addition to my ever growing wip list #will i ever finish most of them #who can say #regulus black #james potter #sirius black #black brothers #black brothers angst #jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #emily patterson #unsaid emily