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tangledstarlight · 3 years

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Hey! So I saw the coffee shop au prompts and am absolutely certain that no 14 - The coffee shop I work at is like a queer hotspot, but I don’t want to assume with you, and I’m afraid one of these days my co-workers will just ask you, because I keep going on about you - was made for Willex and that you could write something awesome about that <3

14. The coffee shop I work at is like a queer hotspot, but I don’t want to assume with you, and I’m afraid one of these days my co-workers will just ask you, because I keep going on about you

ahh hello hi!! this kinda got a little long and didn’t have quite as much of the ‘is he isn’t he’ of the prompt BUT it was very fun to write so! also you’re right it’s a very willex situation!!

coffee shops aus!

Alex liked to pride himself on being professional. At being able to keep his head when the cafe got chaotic — outside of the cafe was another story, but that was beside the point — to do his job no matter who came through the door.

Though he wasn’t exactly surrounded by stiff competition. Luke got distracted by lyrics in his head and Reggie was constantly trying to get people to try his newest creations. Alex liked it best when Flynn was on shift with him, at least there was less milk on the floor at the end.

But the point is, Alex was professional. He didn’t get distracted. He did his job to a level just short of exceptional and kept his shit together.

Except for every Monday afternoon at 2:35 and Thursday mornings at 9:21.

“I’ll take over the register,” he says to Luke, nudging him out of the way at 3:30.

“That time already, huh?” Luke wiggles his eyebrows as he steps backwards, “You gonna finally just ask him out today?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Alex mutters, hoping that the heat in his cheeks isn’t too noticeable or at least dies down in 3 minutes. But his eyes dart to the door as the little bell sounds above it. Oh he’s early.

Alex runs his hands over his apron and bites his lip, eyes darting down to the registers screen to at least look like he wasn’t waiting for him.

“Hey.”

Sucking in a breath Alex looks up slowly, taking in first the tie dyed crop top — and fuck it’s like he’s trying to make him combust or something — and then elbow pads and brown hair over his shoulders and — Alex blows out his breath — then he’s looking at Willie’s smiling face.

There is nothing Alex likes more in the world then the sight of Willie smiling at him.

“Hi,” a heart beat passes and Alex remembers he’s at work and has to be professional, “Your usual?”

“You know it!”

“That’ll be uh, $5.20. Please,” he taps at something on the screen, fingers moving more on muscle memory then actually paying attention. Willie hands him the money and Alex fumbles with the change and, from the corner of his eye he’s pretty sure Luke is laughing at him. Which okay, might be fair given how much they tease him about Julie, but this is different. Everyone knows that Julie is into Luke and Luke is into Julie, the only ones who don’t know is them

Alex has no idea if Willie likes him. If he’s even into guys, let alone anxious drummers.

Willie raps his knuckles on the counter top after he hands him his change, grinning at him. And lingering.

A best passes where Alex tries to think of something to say. Fuck what did he normally say to customers to make small talk? Should he ask about the weather? Alex’s eyes dart to the window opposite the counter, clear skies and sunshine. Okay, okay, he can talk about the weather.

Alex opens his mouth at the same moment that Willie does to, their words stumbling over each other and Alex blushes while Willie laughs. And he takes back his earlier comment, he likes the sound of Willie’s laugh more than the sight of his smile.

“You go,” Willie laughs, head shaking and there’s a strand of hair across his cheek that Alex desperately wants to brush away.

“No, no you go. I was just gonna say the weather’s nice,” he shrugs one shoulder and does his best to tune out the groan he can hear from Luke.

“Oh uh, yeah it’s it nice,” Willie nods, looking over his shoulder as if he hadn’t noticed the weather on his trip in and then he’s looking back at Alex. There’s still a smile on his lips, but it looks more nervous now that it did before and oh god has he done something wrong? Fuck. Fuck.

Maybe he’d overheard him last week talking to Reggie about if his piercing meant something or where just for the aesthetic. Or god even on Monday when Julie had come in 5 minutes before him and told Alex to be warned, because he was wearing a crop top and had his hair up that day and then ran away giggling the second he walked through the door. Or there was a few weeks ago when Luke had drawn that heart on his cup and a note that ––

“So uh I was wondering if maybe you wanted to get coffee with me sometime? Somewhere you don’t work, obviously. Or even dinner if you wanted. I’m flexible.”

“What?” Alex blinks at him, not sure he’s heard the question correctly. “Huh?”

“I was asking if you wanted to um go out with me?” Willie says it a little more slowly and Alex just blinks again. His mind has gone blank. He’s short circuiting.

“You –– I –– dinner–– huh?”

“Oh I uh hey no if you don’t want to that’s fine I was just––” Willie starts shaking his head, palms flat on the counter top like he’s about to push away and something slightly sharp pokes into his bicep.

“No! I mean yes! I–– yes!” Alex doesn’t mean to shout it, but judging by the multiple pairs of eyes now looking in their direction he’s pretty sure the whole cafe is now witnessing the most awkward ask out of the century. He sucks in a breath and smiles, “I’d love to go out with you sometime.”

“Great! I’ll uh text you some details?” A look of confusion must cross over his face because Willie laughs again, eyes glancing over at Luke, who’s standing at the other end of the counter with Willie’s drink and pretending not to be watching them. “Someone left your number on my cup a few weeks ago. At least I think it said your name, the writing was pretty shitty.”

Alex gets momentarily distracted by the cute way he wrinkles his nose as he says it, and he puts aside throwing something at Luke for later to laugh slightly, “Then I guess I’ll wait for you text.”

It feels like the cringiest thing he could possibly say, but Willie smiles at him, warm and wide and his eyes crinkle just a little and Alex can’t really care. Later, long after Willie has left with his drink and the mid-afternoon rush has finished, Luke drapes an arm around his shoulders and grins.

“Told you he liked you. Man, Reggie and Flynn are gonna be pissed they missed this.”

And Alex has a response on the tip of his tongue, when his phone vibrates in his pocket and without thinking he pulls it out. There’s a text from an unknown number on his screen and all thoughts of work or Luke leave his head as he sees the little ‘x’ at the end of the text.

#ask #fighttoshine #julie and the phantoms #alex mercer #willie #jatp #willex #*fics #*prompts

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sunsetcurvecuddles · 3 years

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Hey, I saw the post you reblogged with "Luke meets someone who can play music, immediately develops a crush on them, and his solution is always to invite them into his band" and immediately went aro!luke who just wants to jam with cool musicians, ofc he doesn't have crushes on any of them, it would just be rad to rock out with them, but the sunset curve guys think he's crushing on them all and don't believe luke until they see him freak out over a girl having an actual crush on him

THIS IS SUCH A GREAT TAKE OH MYG OD

luke who is genuinely just so obsessed with music that his first thought whenever he meets a great musician who he likes as a person is just... that they gotta join the band. he collects good musicians with great senses of humour like they’re pokemon cards: reggie, then bobby, then alex.

and reggie sees the STARRY EYES that luke gets the first time he sees bobby playing guitar in music class, and bobby sees the way luke’s jaw drops seeing alex play drums at a church event the next year, the way he stammers as he asks alex if maybe he’d wanna hang out with them sometime, or join their band. and alex literally just assumes reggie and luke must be dating, at first, because of how they’re all over each other.

BUT upon consulting with each other the sunset curve boys realise luke isn't, in fact, dating any of them, even though from his tactility and his excited flushed cheeks and his constant "love you"s it would... SEEM like that's what he wants??? but when they confront him about it he's amused, almost baffled, laughs his head off and tells them that he loves them, but not like that, ew.

(they don't realise exactly what he means by ew until luke literally has to go be sick in the bathroom after sarah from music, who he's been raving about for weeks because of how well she can sing and how beautifully she plays violin, tells him how much she wishes he'd take her on a date. he barely speaks to sarah again after that and the boys realise he was serious, that it's just... how luke is).

anyway something something qpp sunset curve

#fighttoshine #i love this ;;#aro luke #sunset curve #jatp #luke patterson #julie and the phantoms

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merihn · 3 years

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for the one word prompts, ponytail :)

He’s used to seeing Willie’s hair in a messy bun or falling free around his shoulders, but nothing has prepared him for the sight of it pulled neatly into a ponytail at the back of his head, or the way it falls over his shoulder when he grinds to a stop in front of Alex, lips quirked in a smile. Alex’s brain is still catching up as Willie’s mouth moves, but he can’t hear anything over the blood rushing in his ears. His hand comes up without permission, reaching to touch the elastic, fingers sliding down the silky strands to where they rest on Willie’s shoulder, and with a light tug he brings Willie in for a kiss, twisting the hunk of hair around his fingers.

Send me a word and I’ll write 3 sentences of a fic.

#for some reason all of these have been very focused on Julie so I thought I'd mix it up #also that's the last one in my inbox so if you see this send me a word!#any word #otherwise I'm going to attempt to tackle the cuddle prompts I have waiting #jatp #prompts #my fic #3 sentence fic #fighttoshine

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julies-butterflies · 3 years

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hey! i have to know, what's "bobby attempts homicide" about? that sounds really interesting

shhhh, it’s so not, it’s just reggie annoying the hell out of bobby until my man snaps

Of course, Reggie can’t help himself.

“See? You look very not zen right now.”

Bobby lasts half a second.

“Alright!” he declares, springing to his feet like a shot from a canon. Reggie doesn’t even have the chance to run. He tumbles sideways over the arm of the chair anyways, barely avoiding Bobby as he lunges for him. He hits the ground in a crooked somersault and takes off rolling, a mess of flailing limbs that shouldn’t be able to move as fast as he can.

Bobby has declared war against gravity, morals, and homicide laws. None of them matter in the least, when Reggie’s got him seeing red; this ends right here, right now.

it’s for one of the kiss prompts, if you want a clue what Bobby’s revenge intends to be.

#fighttoshine #thank you for asking!!

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iti-iskuna · 3 years

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hi! here's a ⭐star⭐ for the director's cut thing, so go ahead and tell us one of the things you want to talk about with your fics! (and here's a few more ⭐⭐⭐because you are a wonderful person and if you want to talk about more than one thing from your fics, i would love to read it!)

cnksocjs every time you send me an ask its an INSTANT shot of serotonin to the brain ily ❤️ thank u for letting me talk about my fic and im so glad someone wants to hear it!

okay i'll talk about one general, big-concept thing and then point out a few easter eggs from my personal life

So the thing I struggled with at the beginning of planning this was "How am I going to have these two characters, who have JUST met, fall in love in such a short time frame and also have it be believable/not feel rushed?" I sort of just jumped in with that in the back of my mind as I wrote, and as the tension started building I was like "Shit, okay, we need to figure this out." I was flipping through some old books I have for an unrelated class assignment, and I picked up They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera (which, this is the only book that has made me cry, like full-on bawling ugly cry, so 10/10 recommend). And there's an idea in there right at the end that essentially the two characters tell each other that they know they would've fallen in love with the other if they only had more time (which OUCH). And then a little light bulb went off in my brain; neither Alex or Willie are going to end up dying (I feel like that's not a spoiler bc I tagged it as Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies), but I took the sentiment of that book and tweaked it to be more like "I have just met you, but I know one day I'm going to fall in love with you." I wanted to take that same feeling that Rufus and Mateo have in their story and give it to Willie and Alex. So maybe that line/sentiment will pop up in the future, who knows ;)

okay now for some fun easter eggs:

- Chapter 2: NO ONE mentioned my stupid lil "which ear is the gay ear" joke in the comments of that chapter and i'm so salty bc i thought it was hilarious. /j

- Obviously music is a big part of JATP, so I try to incorporate it wherever I can, and I very deliberately only mention older bands/songs that I would consider rock/indie-rock classics so as not to date the piece (with the exception of mentioning Hippo Campus, bc it is set in 2021 after all and I think Sunset Curve and Hippo Campus would be a BANGER of a show). Any band or song I mention, I absolutely love, too.

- Chapter 5: When Willie tells Alex about the time he took a chunk out of his own tire... that is a personal anecdote 🙃

- I try to pull from the show as often as I can, so if something seems like a callback to the show, it definitely is!

- Chapter 7: Luke's nickname of "discount harry styles" came from when I showed my friend the first episode of JATP and they made that comment, and Bobby's nickname of "Boobert" is actually what my dad and I call my step-uncle lmao

- Chapter 9: Willie's friend that he mentions, Victoria, is actually a shout out to my best friend of ten years who recently moved to Texas. She has no clue what JATP is and doesn't even know I'm writing this fic, but I miss her dearly and wanted to give her a lil cameo.

- 9 times out of 10 any location mentioned is actually real, I do my best to look up actual places that exist in each city and make it as authentic as possible

#ask #ask game #fighttoshine #i love you SO MUCH #and thank you for always sending me asks #and letting me info dump about all the things going on in my brain #youre a STAR and im so happy to have you along for the ride!#julie and the phantoms #jatp #mo speaks #freakin out on the interstate

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tonightthestarsalign · 3 years

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i wish you would write a fic where one of the jatp boys didn't grow up speaking english, and swears or insults his friends or sometimes just talks to himself in his first language, and even after years as friends the others still don't know what he's saying :)

So, I’ve been staring at this for half an eternity and idk what to write to be quite honest. Really sorry about it!

I will link this lovely post though, which I really, really like and talks about german!Alex. If I ever get the inspo to write this, it’s gonna be heavily leaning on that post.

#sorry....#fighttoshine

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willexxmercer · 3 years

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Hi, could you add me to the tag list for your smau? I think it's awesome and would love to know when you update it x

Absolutely! I’m glad you’re enjoying it <3 <3

#tee replies #lip smau #fighttoshine

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floating-in-the-blue · 3 years

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WIP Tag Game

The lovely @thenewbuzwuzz tagged me; thank you!!!

Rules: share the latest line from your work in progress and then tag as many people as there are words in the line.

So far, you've only lured me into school, which is an impressive feat by the way!

Okay, let's see. No-pressure tagging: @merihn, @chanihobbit, @madamecristal, @tired-eyes-cold-as-ice, @fighttoshine, @firesign23, @hot-elf, @where-you-go, @suckerforpsychos, @daintyduck99, @jenleigh1, @kbstories, @elliebirdthings, @exo7falcxn, @higharollakockamamie,

#yeo writes

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oldsmobile-hotdogs · 3 years

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Phantombusters - A JATP Ghost-Hunting SMAU

Part 5 - 28/05 Continued

feat. sad bops

Trying a new thing where every couple parts you’ll be updated on Reggie’s current lohl! Lmk what you think!

Masterlist

Taglist under the cut - ask to be tagged in future instalments!

@k-padfoot39 @lyxchen @williesskateboard @chickwiththepurpleguitar @willexxmercer @owenmercers @screamin-amuseum @reginald-peters-my-beloved @it-tastes-like-lizard @sunsetsandcurves @gingerbread-castle @flynns-eyeliner-my-beloved @boggies-froggies @burntchromas @doingwonderfully @defultuser @sk8rwillie @wr0temyway0ut @lunaleonorah @echocharm17618 @iridescentkippen @corporeal-terrestrial @willex-molina @honeysimx @themongosianhorse @fairylightsandrainydays @angelofarts @fighttoshine

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michelangelinden · 3 years

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don’t come into a man’s house and insult his shampoo (unless it’s you boyfriend’s)

Hello @fighttoshine

I hope you had a great willex week!! I wrote you some soft willex for the gift exchange, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

you’ll find the AO3 link in a reblog! (also thanks to @iti-iskuna for beta reading, love you bro)

“I’m sorry, what?“

Alex sits up from his slouch on the sofa, holding his phone closer to his ear. He can hear Willie sigh on the other end of the line.

“I broke my wrist trying to skate off the hill on Bradbury Road.”

Alex scoffs. Unbelievable.

“After I told you three times that you shouldn’t because you’ll fall and break something, you actually did it and fucking broke something?” Alex groans and closes his eyes, dragging a hand over his face dramatically. “I don’t want to say it, but I really want to say it.”

“Say it.”

“I told you so.”

Willie sighs again, but Alex can hear him laugh a little. At least someone is amused by this.

“Yeah, you did,” Willie agrees after a moment.

“Where are you now? Did you go to the hospital? Should I come over? I –“ Willie cuts him off with a laugh. Alex clears his throat.

“Calm down, will you? I’m fine.” Willie pauses for Alex to let out a breath of relief. “Yes, I went to the hospital, my wrist is in cast now and I want you to be the first person to sign it.” Alex doesn’t know if he wants to laugh at that or sigh again. “I’m at home now and I’m fine, Alex, you don’t have to come over. I’ll –“ Alex hears him breathe in and out quickly, “I’ll manage.”

“You don’t sound too convinced yourself,” Alex says with a small laugh. “Just call me, if you need me, okay? I don’t have to work today, so I’m pretty much available all day.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Now go be bored or whatever you do on free days, I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Yes, please.”

“Bye, hotdog.”

Alex huffs out a laugh.

“See you, speed bump”, he says and hangs up after that.

As soon as he drops his phone next to him he slumps back into the sofa cushions, rubbing his eyes. Willie is such an idiot. Why the hell is he dating him?

***

It’s not even an hour later that Willie calls him again.

“When you told me you’d call me ‘later’ I didn’t expect you for another hour or two.” Alex is standing at the open fridge, his phone on speaker on the kitchen counter.

“Shut up”, Willie says and Alex can hear him breathing heavily. He turns to the phone with a frown.

“Are you okay? Why are you out of breath?”

“I –“ Willie has to take another breath before continuing, ”I tried to take a shower. Did the whole- wrapped the cast in a plastic bag, couldn’t open a single bottle,” he swallows audibly, “so I tried to hold it between my legs. “Alex closes his eyes, afraid of what’s to come. “Almost slipped twice!” Willie pauses. “And then I gave up.”

Alex heaves a sigh. He feared the worst: that Willie’s in the hospital again because he cracked his skull open or something equally as horrible.

“So?”, he asks eventually, after the silence grows into a solid minute.

“I need your help.”

He fucking knew it. But he doesn’t say it again, so he just laughs a little.

“I’ll hurry.”

“Please don’t, I need more time to be embarrassed.” He sounds so tired.

“See you in a bit,” Alex says with a smile.

A pause lingers on the other end.

“Yeah, whatever,” Willie answers but Alex can still hear his smile.

***

Willie sure is a sight when he opens the door for Alex half an hour later. Alex tries to hold back a laugh but can’t help smirking when he sees him.

Willie's hair is in the absolute worst bun ever: half his hair is falling out and framing his face. He’s wearing bright red boxer shorts and a short-sleeved patterned button up, with only half the buttons done and most of them in the wrong holes, too. But his expression is the best – he looks so tired and so alert at the same time, as if some new challenge would jump at him at any second, his nose flaring with every breath he takes, his lips pressed into a tight line.

“You,” Alex starts, gesturing with his hand up and down Willie's body, “look a mess.”

“I am a mess, Alex!” Willie answers pointedly.

For a moment they just stare at each other, Alex with half of a lopsided grin on his face, Willie still looking grumpy.

It takes another moment before all of the tension and energy leaves Willie's body and he slumps forward into him, Alex just barely catching him so that they don’t topple over into the hallway. Willie has his arms hooked tightly around Alex’s torso, his face pressed into his shoulder. Alex’s brain takes a second to catch up, but then he loops an arm around Willie's back, rubbing a hand over his shoulder, holding the back of his head gently with the other.

“Hey,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. Willie squeezes him a little tighter and Alex feels the cast on his right hand press into his back.

Willie heaves a sigh.

“I broke my wrist again,” he says, followed by an empty chuckle. Alex can’t help but smile a little and squeezes him back.

“Yeah,” he answers, his amusement noticeable through his voice. Willie sighs again.

“I’m 23.” His words are muffled by Alex jacket, but he can hear his disappointment clearly. It’s not the first time something like this has happened. From what Willie has told him since they got to know each other, he’s broken nearly every bone in his body at least once. Doesn’t make it any more fun when it happens again and again.

“It was a skateboard accident. Those things happen.”

Willie loosens his grip around Alex and pulls back a little, looking up at him.

“Are you mad?”

Alex is only a little mad. It was an accident, yes, but a stupid one, that could have easily been avoided. But Willie's eyes look soft and the corners of his mouth are drooping slightly and suddenly, Alex isn’t that mad anymore.

“Not enough,” he tells him honestly. A smile flicks across Willie's face, causing him to giggle quietly. Warmth blooms in Alex’s chest at the sight and he leans forward without thinking, pressing a soft kiss onto Willie's forehead, his lips lingering for a second, before he pulls back again. The smile is now stuck to Willie's lips as his gaze meets Alex’s again, and he calls that a success.

“Let’s get you inside, huh?”, he says then, letting Willie take the lead in pulling away from their hug and offering his hand for him to take, following him into his apartment.

Inside Alex toes off his sneakers and shrugs off his jacket before steering Willie into his kitchen. He lifts him easily, planting him onto the kitchen counter and letting him talk about what happened exactly, while he busies himself with making tea for both of them.

Willie tells him about the original dare from one of his skater friends Alex tried to talk him out of for days, how his ride down the hill started out okay and then went – well, downhill, quite literally, pretty fast. Alex sucks in a breath when Willie mentions the rock he oversaw and how he smoothly landed in the soft grass, only for his wrist to be at a too awkward an angle to be healthy. One of his friends took him to the hospital and Alex smiled in relief when Willie tells him that the nurses said it wasn’t that bad, just, you know, broken, and his wrist had to stay in a cast for a few weeks. The pain isn’t even that bad, Willie also tells him, and his painkillers aren’t that strong either.

After he hands him a mug and Willie takes a generous sip, Alex steps between his legs, gently lifting Willie's bandaged wrist to look at it closer up. Everything looks perfectly in place, giving Alex not a single think to worry about, apart from the broken bone it covers. He sighs and carefully lets go of the cast, placing his hands on Willie's hips and looking up to meet his gaze.

“You’re an idiot”, he says, but his voice is warm and tender and he doesn’t sound upset in the slightest.

Willie puts his mug down and lifts his arms, laying them on Alex’s shoulders, the fingers of his healthy hand brushing through the hair on the back of his head.

“I know,” he answers and leans down to kiss him, but Alex’s eyes catch something else and he has to pull back a little. He doesn’t give Willie the chance to be confused before his hands come up to the front of his shirt.

“This,” he starts, fiddling with one of the buttons, “bothers me.” He unbuttons it quickly and slips it through the correct hole one further up, before continuing with the ones below.

Willie chuckles slightly, watching Alex’s fingers as he continues to button up his shirt correctly.

“Better,” Alex says eventually and smooths down the fabric over Willie's chest. His hands trail upwards until they settle on Willie's jaw.

“Thanks”, Willie whispers. He leans forward again, finally connecting their lips. Warmth grows around them as they kiss, the smell of green tea and Willie's cologne settling in Alex’s mind, driving him to push further into him, parting his lips slightly. Willie welcomes him, the hand on the back of Alex’s head pulling him closer, before he pulls back the tiniest bit.

“You have to help me wash my hair,” Willie says as they separate and Alex’s head drops to his chest, laughter tumbling from his lips. Willie laughs, too, and for a moment their voices echo through the kitchen.

“I-,“ Alex starts, calming down again, “yes, I will help you wash your hair.” He tugs a strand of hair behind Willie's ear, maybe to prove his point or maybe just because he wants to.

“Thank you,” Willie answers, giving him a last peck on the lips, before pulling his hands back and grabbing his mug again.

They finish their tea quickly, before Willie jumps off the counter and leads Alex into the bathroom.

Alex has stayed over a few times before, so he’s taken the occasional shower here. He’s just never really thought about the amount of hair care products Willie owns, up until the point where he has to use them now.

Willie has sat down in front of the bath, a towel draped over his shoulders, his hair free from his bun and tossed over the edge. Alex is standing next to him, his eyes on the variety of bottles on the ledge.

“Uh, do you want your hair to be voluminous, shiny or moisturized today?” he asks with a confused frown on his face. Willie chuckles next to him.

“Take the blue bottle, that’s my go-to shampoo,” Willie tells him and Alex reaches over to grab it, the label reading ‘for strong and healthy hair – coconut and argan oil’. He flicks the cap open to take a sniff, but doesn’t even have to lift it to his nose before the smell hits him right in the face.

“Oof,” he says immediately, leaning away a little. “How can something that smells so strongly make your hair smell so good?”

Willie turns towards him with a smirk.

“You think my hair smells good?”

Alex feels his cheeks heat up the slightest bit, but he’s not going to get flustered by Willie now.

“Duh. I’d be worried if it didn’t, with the variety of products you have available.” He turns away from him to unhook the shower head from the wall. When he turns back to him, Willie is slowly running a hand through his hair.

“It’s really important to me,” he says softly, twisting a strand around his finger before dropping it.

Alex places the showerhead and the shampoo bottle in the bath, before kneeling down beside him. He places his hand over Willie's on his hair.

“I know,” he says quietly, matching Willie's voice, “and I love it so much.” Willie turns his head to look at him. “Which is why I’m very glad that you trust me with it.”

Willie just smiles at him as an answer and Alex squeezes his hand lightly, before removing it. Willie moves his own hand from his hair to the towel clutched around his shoulders, gripping it a little tighter.

Alex gets up again to turn on the water, struggling a little to turn it so that Willie doesn’t get wet. It doesn’t work immediately; Willie lets out a little squeak as ice-cold water hits him on his bare forearm and he squirms away slightly. Alex angles the water further away from him, hitting himself in the process, and soon they’re both giggling before they even started properly.

After Alex has finally mastered the water situation and waited for it to get to a comfortable temperature, he crouches back down. He adjusts Willie's hair over the edge of the bath and carefully tilts his head a little further back with a hand on his jaw. Willie squirms a little when the water touches his head, squeezing his eyes shut for a second.

“Is it still too cold?” Alex asks nervously, pulling the shower head back and holding his hand under the water again.

“No, I was just surprised,” Willie reassures him. “It’s been a while since someone washed my hair.”

“When was the last time you’ve been to the hairdresser?” Alex asks as he continues wetting Willie's hair, a lot slower and more careful this time.

“Uh, I don’t know. Probably when I was like 13 or something.”

Alex stares at him incredulously. He has been to the hairdresser like four weeks ago.

“What?” Willie asks, turning his head a little, but Alex tilts it back into its original position. “I cut it myself, I don’t trust people with it. And I normally don’t like when people touch my head, it makes me uncomfortable.”

Alex pulls his hand from his hair immediately.

“What?” he says quickly, before Willie can protest. “Why did you never say anything? I’m so sorry.” He now remembers all the times he buried his hands in Willie's hair, casually, when they were kissing or cuddling or –

“Alex, no” Willie cuts in. “I- I don’t like it when other people touch my hair.” One hand leaves the towel still wrapped around his shoulders and settles on Alex knee, squeezing slightly. “I like it when you do it. I really do.” His eyes find Alex’ and he smiles that honest smile that Alex loves so much. “I promise.”

Alex heaves a small sigh and Willie huffs a laugh.

“Okay,” he says, and Willie squeezes his knee again.

They smile at each other one last time, before Alex gets back to wetting Willie's hair. Willie only jumps a little bit, when the water touches his head again and Alex tilts his head back to get to his roots.

“Imma give you the whole hairdresser experience”, he says, as he begins awkwardly scrubbing at Willie's scalp.

“Oh my god, please don’t,” Willie answers, giggling a little.

When Alex is satisfied with the wetness of Willie's hair, he turns the water off and puts the shower head to the side. He picks up the shampoo bottle again, flicks the cap open but holds it a little further away from him than before, as to not be punched in the face by the smell again.

“Oh, come one, it’s not that bad,” Willie comments, grinning at Alex’s reaction.

“It’s just -“, Alex pauses dramatically, “so strong.” He turns the bottle over to squeeze some shampoo into his palm. “What- why is it purple?”

“I don’t know, man, white would be boring.”

“White would be normal”, Alex murmurs as he pours out some more, closing the bottle and putting it aside.

“Hey, you don’t come into a man’s house and insult his shampoo.” Willie turns to look at him and frowns, but the smile on his lips betrays him.

“You do when it’s your boyfriend.” Alex leans down to give him a peck on the cheek. He feels Willie blush underneath his lips, smiling as he leans back.

“So. let’s do this then,” he tells himself as begins to distribute the shampoo in Willie's hair. It foams up pretty quickly, Alex’s fingers working it into the strands, the light purple foam hiding them easily.

It’s an unusual experience for both of them.

The only person’s hair Alex has ever washed, apart from his own, is his younger sister’s, but he couldn’t have been much older than eight when that happened the last time. Willie's hair is longer than hers, too, and although he knows the feeling of it underneath his skin, knows how it acts when he runs his fingers through it, it feels completely different now that it’s wet and soapy.

Willie relaxes more the longer Alex continues his work. His eyes have closed after less than a minute and he’s leaned his head further back, completely pliant under Alex’s hands. Alex watches with a smile as Willie lets out a satisfied sigh.

“I could get used to this,” he says, his voice almost a whisper.

“How long do you have to wear your cast?” Alex pulls his hands away from Willie's head and reaches for the shower head.

“Like four weeks or something.” Willie has opened one eye and is peering at him.

“Then you might get used to it.” Alex gets up to turn on the water and to test its temperature again, washing the shampoo off his hands in the process. When he deems it comfortable, he turns back to Willie, only to see that both his eyes are open now and he’s looking at Alex with his mouth half open.

“What?” he asks, anxious that he’s said the wrong thing or done something embarrassing.

“I love you.”

Alex blinks at him.

“You -“ he starts, but stops again. “What?”

A smile flicks across Willie's face.

“I lo-“ he starts to repeat but Alex interrupts him.

“No. No, you can’t just- you can’t just drop that!“ He pauses. “You- wait,” he cuts himself off, noticing the water still running from the shower head in his hand and he turns, shutting the water off and putting it down. Willie follows every movement until Alex drops to his knees next to him and their eyes lock. “What?”

Willie chuckles. He takes one hand off the towel and takes one of Alex’s, but his hand is still wet and a little slippery, so it doesn’t have the reassuring effect it’s probably supposed to have.

“I love you, Alex”, Willie repeats, his voice heavy with emotion, his thumb brushing over Alex’s knuckles. It takes all of Alex’s willpower not to surge forward and kiss him.

“You-, I-“, Alex doesn’t get much further than that before he has to take a breath. “I love you, too,” he says, but where Willie's voice has been strong and sure, Alex’s is soft and honest. His gaze flicks all over Willie's face, watching his eyes crinkle at the sides and his mouth pull into a smile.

Willie pulls at his hand and Alex understands what he wants, finally leaning forward and kissing him sweetly. His free hand reaches up and settles on the side of his neck, his thumb following his jaw until –

He pulls back earlier than he wants to, but his thumb touches the shampoo foam still in Willie's hair. He lets out a small laugh.

“Willie, you’re – you’re so close to getting shampoo in your eyes,” he says, wiping his soapy thumb on the towel around Willie's shoulders.

Willie laughs and his eyes roll so far upwards that it looks almost comical, trying to spot the shampoo suds slowly trailing down his forehead. Alex moves to get up and starts to pull his hand away from Willie's to start washing his hair out, but he doesn’t get far before Willie pulls at his hand again, very subtly, just to make him turn to him.

“Hey,” he says when their eyes meet. “I love you.”

Alex blushes way too fast, the heat blooming in his cheeks all the way up to his ears.

“I love you, too,” he tells him and squeezes his hand.

It takes another moment before Alex is fully himself again. Checking the water temperature takes much longer, because his hands are too shaky to adjust it as delicately as before.

The smiles don’t leave their faces while Alex washes the shampoo out of Willie’s hair and they still don’t when he applies conditioner and they still don’t when he washes that out too. They stay in a comfortable silence, Alex working carefully, Willie staying relaxed and enjoying the comfort of Alex’s gentle hands on his head.

Alex totally gets why Willie is so attached to his hair. It’s beautiful in every way.

When he has it in a low bun, small strands framing his face, dancing in the soft breeze surrounding him. When it’s left down and flowy, following him steadily as he runs around the park, turning back to Alex, glowing around his head like a halo. When it’s still and wavy, spread out behind him, a stark contrast to the white pillow, Alex playing with its soft strands when they wake up together. And also, when it’s dark and shiny underneath his hands, following the stream of the water, wrapping around his fingers as if on their own, smoother and softer than it has ever been.

It doesn’t take them long to finish and soon Willie is handing Alex a t-shirt – not a towel, they’re bad for hair – to dry it a little. Alex tries not to be too rushed with his motions, ignoring his muscle memory and being much slower and more careful than he would be with his own hair.

“You know, I could probably do that on my own again,” Willie mentions as Alex begins to run a comb through his hair, untangling it strand by strand.

“I know,” Alex says, his eyes meeting Willie's in the mirror for a quick second before going back to his work. “But it’s part of the process.” He catches Willie's smile out of the corner of his eyes.

Actually, neither of them have really stopped smiling for the past few minutes.

“What do you think,” he starts, not looking up this time, “do you want me to braid it?”

He watches Willie breathe in and nod slightly, fiddling with his unbroken wrist to get off one of the hair ties he always carries around.

Alex reaches around Willie, places the comb on the edge of the sink and accepts the tie from him, slipping it onto his own wrist. He separates Willie's hair into three sections. He’s never learned how to french-braid, but he’s sure it’s okay if stays simple. His movements aren’t skilled, but still fluid, the repetitive motion settling in his brain. He ties the braid off at the end, pulling the strands apart a little to fluff it up.

“All done,” he says, running his hand over the back of Willie head one last time, before resting on his shoulders.

Willie catches his gaze in the mirror, smiling brightly, and he turns around, taking Alex’s arms and putting them around his neck. He snakes his own around Alex’s waist, stepping closer and pressing a kiss to the corner of Alex’s mouth.

“Thank you,” he whispers, so close that Alex can feel the words on his skin.

“I love you,” he whispers back, accompanied by a kiss to the top of his cheek.

“I love you, too.”

And then Willie kisses him properly.

#i'm soft for them #it was so much fun to write this #just THEM #willex #willex week #willex week gift exchange #willie nolastname #willie jatp #willie wilbur williamson #alex mercer #alex jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp

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chickwiththepurpleguitar · 2 years

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Flynn, bumblebee, loners, pretty please <3

Yes, sir! Hope you enjoy :)

This takes place in the Loners verse so check that out if you haven't yet. Flynn is about 7 here.

Flynn’s Aunt Michelle lives a car ride away, but sometimes Flynn likes to pretend the house next door is hers because they both have bumblebee mailboxes.

The neighbor’s bumblebee mailbox is situated so that Flynn can just see it if she stands on top of her bed on her tiptoes, so that’s what she’s doing now, hands braced on the windowsill so she can press her nose up against the glass.

“You know he doesn’t actually live there, right?” Julie says from behind her, sitting on the floor amidst their combined Barbie collections.

Flynn pouts. “I know. I’m just pretending. You think he barks at the mailman?”

“I think that’s probably a mean question,” Julie muses. “Your mom said he’s more a person than a dog, remember?”

“Right, right.” Flynn does remember that, now that Julie said it. It was the first thing her mom said, actually, when she gave Flynn and her siblings the “your new cousin’s a werewolf” talk.

“So when do I get to meet him?” she asks later that night, once Julie’s gone home and Flynn’s helping her mom clean up from dinner.

Her mom hands her the next plate to dry. “Meet who?”

“My cousin,” Flynn says, like it’s obvious.

“Oh, Reggie?”

“Reggie,” Flynn repeats, feeling the name around in her mouth. She decides she likes it and bounces on her toes a little, balanced on the kitchen stool so she can reach the sink. “Reggie the werewolf.”

“Hey there,” her mom cautions. “Remember what we talked about? We’re gonna treat Reggie like he’s just a regular kid, okay?”

Flynn resists the urge to roll her eyes. “Okay, Mama. So When do I get to meet him?”

She chuckles a little. “Soon enough,” she promises. “He’s still getting settled at Aunt Michelle’s, but you’ll meet him plenty soon.”

“Okay.” Flynn tries not to sound too disappointed, because whining is rude.

They finish the dishes in relative silence, and then just as Flynn’s about to run off to play, her mom says, “Tell you what. Why don’t you make Reggie a card?”

Flynn tilts her head. “Like a birthday card?”

“More like a welcome card. Draw him some nice pictures, tell him how excited you are to have him in the family. I can bring it over to Aunty’s on my way to work tomorrow.”

Flynn thinks about it. A welcome card… She can do that! “Okay! Good idea, Mom!”

So that night, she writes Reggie a welcome card.

Dear Reggie, it says.

My name’s Flynn. I’m your cousin! Welcome to our family. You’re gonna really like it here. We’re pretty awesome. I hope I get to meet you soon! Maybe you can come over and play Barbies with me and my friend Julie sometimes. You can be all the Kens.

Love, Flynn!

At the bottom of the page, she draws a big bumblebee. That way, if Reggie is scared of the mailman, he can get used to the bumblebee on the mailbox and maybe not be so scared anymore.

And someday soon, he’ll come over to her house, and they can look at the neighbors’ bumblebee mailbox together.

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tangledstarlight · 3 years

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Hey, hope you don't mind me sending another prompt. Feel free to ignore it if you want! But I was looking at 2 from the roommates list and I think Reggie and Luke would definitely think about showering together to save water, and Alex would be sighing at them in the background.

oh my gosh no i never mind!! reggie and luke truly do have good intentions, just terrible execution of their ideas ghdjs i added in julie, because sometimes they need a voice of reason who doesn’t pace around. hope you like it!

roommate prompts!!

2. we all want to save the planet, but maybe starting with recycling is a more reasonable idea than showering with your roommate to save water.

There are some days when Julie is sad that she doesn’t live with the boys.

Days when she wakes up with a lyric in her head and has to text Luke about it instead of bursting into his room, days when she wants to binge watch trashy reality shows with Reggie but getting to their flat and back in an hour round trip she just doesn’t have the energy for.

And then there are days, like today, when she has never been more thankful to not live in the same space as them.

Unlocking the door with her key she’s met by Luke and Reggie in some intense conversation on the sofa while Alex pacing in front of them eyes staring growing horror. Which could honestly mean anything.

Julie knows whatever the subject is must be somewhat serious because none of them even seem to have noticed her arrival. And Luke is always first up to wrap her in a hug.

“Hey,” she tries but only Alex seems to hear her, his head turning and she frowns at the utter distress in his eyes.

“Oh thank god,” he blows out a sigh, shoulders sagging as he wraps his fingers around her wrist to pull her towards him, “Julie, you’ve gotta make them stop. They won't listen to me. Apparently I don’t want to save the planet enough. As if I’m not the only one in this flat who uses a reusable water bottle.”

Saving the planet? Julie blinks at him, confused and opens her mouth to ask something when Reggie claps his hands together and draws their attention.

“That’s a brilliant idea! We just have to like, line up our schedules. I can totally start getting up earlier, and Alex will stop shouting at you for taking so long in the bathroom,” Reggie trails off as he thinks about something and Julie raises an eyebrow at Alex for an explanation.

“There was something on the news about global warming and rising sea levels and how we’re not doing enough to stop it. And now they’re––” he gestures helpless at the boys in question who have finally realised she’s there. A smile spreads across Luke’s lips and he’s off of the sofa, bouncing towards her before Reggie can even finish his wave.

“We’re gonna save the planet! We have a plan!” Reggie cheers and Luke nods enthusiastically at her, wrapping one arm around her shoulders.

“First, we start carpooling. Second, we start showering together to save water. Third, we buy metal straws,” Luke says, raising a finger for each point and there’s such a serious look on his face that it takes Julie a moment to fully register what he’s said. She shoots a look at Alex, but he’s pacing again, head in his hand and. Okay. She gets the horrified look now.

Stepping out from under Luke’s arm she points a finger at him and Reggie, “Okay, loving the enthusiasm here boys. I’m all for saving the planet too,” she looks between them, eyebrows slightly raised, “But can you talk me through your thought process on showering together?”

“Well the dude on the news was talking about carbon emissions and dying sea life––” Reggie starts, a small pout on his lips.

“And then we were talking about how much water we waste and that we’re always driving everywhere––” Luke continues, and it freaks her out sometimes how in sync the three of them can be.

“But we can’t stop driving and the bus scares me so we came up with a genius idea on how to save water instead! Me and Luke are gonna shower together!” Reggie looks so proud of it that she almost hates having to ruin the whole moment.

“That’s… Okay I kinda see where you were going with it but––” she looks at Alex who’s at least stopped pacing to just hanging his head back, eyes shut, almost like he’s asking to be beamed up. “Maybe showering together isn’t the best way to try and save the planet?”

Luke frowns at her, “But we’re trying to save water.”

“That’s not–– Okay look. You two showering together isn’t going to help us save much water and it’ll just be weird,” Alex says as he comes to stand next to her, and there’s an emphasis on the ‘weird’ that she doesn’t get but seems to click with Luke and Reggie.

Luke’s eyes spring to hers, slightly wide as he offers her a sheepish kind of smile as he concedes, “Okay. It might be a little weird.”

“But how can we try and save the planet?” Reggie asks as he frowns around the room, like the answer is going to magically appear.

“Well you could start with recycling?” Julie suggests, eyes looking at the overflowing bin she can just see in the kitchen and the plastic bottles littering the surfaces of their living room. She also knows that the bin in Luke's room will be filled with torn out pieces of paper.

“Oh! That must be what those other bins are for downstairs,” Reggie mutters, already getting up from the sofa and wandering through to the kitchen. Alex rolls his eyes but shoots her a grateful smile.

“Hey, can I recycle pizza boxes?” Reggie asks as he peers around the wall blocking off the two rooms and she can just see the edges of at least three boxes in his hands.

“Maybe we skip rehearsal today and learn about recycling,” she says, dropping her bag on to the living room table and grabbing Luke’s hand to pull him through to the kitchen where Reggie has already started digging through their trash.

“Dude!” Alex groans from behind them, and from the dull thudding sound thinks he must have hit his head on the wall at the sight. Julie can’t say she blames him. It’s going to be a long afternoon apparently.

#ask #fighttoshine #julie and the phantoms #alex mercer #julie molina #luke patterson #reggie petters #jatp fics #*fics #i also had an idea for willex for this that i might do at some point ghs #*prompts

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sunsetcurvecuddles · 3 years

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If you're still doing the prompts you should do the gang (alex, julie, luke, reggie) and (platonic) cuddles!!! (I'm so soft for them and have read every jatp fic tagged platonic cuddles KFKZKDKD)

you know what ask and you shall receive. i wanted to write core4/juke cuddles today so here’s a mindless piece with cuddles and nothing else.

sit tight like bookends // 1.5k words // ao3 link in reblogs!

Luke’s kind of having a terrible day.

It’s not terrible for any reason. He’s just grouchy. For starters, he misses being alive. It’s nice to be able to touch Julie now, and to occasionally be visible to people with her help, but it’s not the same. On a day like this in the past, he might have gone for a hard run, just to sweat and feel his heart race. Or maybe taken a nap. Or eaten a bunch. He knows ghosts don’t get hungry, but he misses being able to eat just for the sake of it sometimes, for the comfort of warm food on a cold day.

Not that he can feel the cold anymore either. But whatever. You get the point.

So he's having this terrible, grouchy day, and he ends up spread-eagled on Julie's bed, even though he knows he's not meant to be in her room. It just sucks how long she's gone at school every day, and he knows he's not supposed to visit her at school even more than he's not supposed to be in her room. He's not even prying through her stuff this time! He's just innocently feeling sorry for himself.

Even with his eyes closed, he can feel and hear the presence of someone else poofing into the room. Then he hears Alex's voice, "Dude, you know you're not supposed to be in here when Julie's not home."

Luke cracks open one eye. Alex is standing with his hands in his pockets, but his shoulders aren't all up against his ears like they get when he's anxious. More than anything, he looks that particular, Alex-brand mixture of irritated and concerned, eyebrows raised, lips pressed together, eyebrows furrowed. "C'mon, man. What gives?"

Luke sighs, long and dramatic, and snaps, "I don't know, okay?!" mostly just because in the moment, it feels good to be a little terse. Then the moment ends, and he feels bad, his stomach turning all tight and guilty. "Sorry, Lex," he groans, dragging his hands over his own face and then keeping them there, so he doesn't have to see Alex's expression melt into that other Alex-brand look, the one where he's halfway between knowing and affectionate. Somehow, that face is worse than the irritated-concerned one. "I'm just... I dunno. I don't wanna be a ghost any more. And I miss food. And Julie's still not home. Today sucks."

"That's fair enough," says Alex, like he always has when Luke is whinging for no reason, because Alex only ever tells him to shut up or be reasonable or quit whining when he's really being ridiculous, and Luke appreciates that, that Alex knows when to let him ramble but knows when enough is enough. Luke feels the mattress move as Alex sits on the end of the bed. "Like, you shouldn't be such an asshole about it—" Luke can't help but smile at that, knows Alex is grinning too without even looking "—but it's still fair." A moment of silence. In his mind's eye, Luke can see Alex staring into the carpet like it holds some answers for him, thinking hard enough it basically counts as a workout. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Alex asks eventually, soft. He means it.

Luke shrugs. It's nice in this dark little cave he's created with his hands. "I don't know, man."

"Okay," says Alex. The mattress shifts more under Luke. Then, Luke feels his right side glow with warmth as Alex lies down beside him. Sometimes he wonders if since they became ghosts, he can actually feel his boys' auras, or something, because he's sure this sense of care and steadiness didn't radiate off Alex quite like this when they were alive. Maybe it's been since the Orpheum, actually. Luke can't really remember. "C'mere," Alex encourages him. "I'm good for hugs today, if you want some."

Maybe once upon a time Luke would have pretended not to be eager, but even then, he would have done a bad job, and now he doesn't even bother with the act. Immediately, he takes his hands off his face, blinking against the return of the light as he turns to Alex, flings an arm across Alex's chest and a leg over Alex's hip, snuggling up tight until he's plastered to the side of Alex's body. Alex just laughs, quiet, extends his arm out so Luke can pillow his head on Alex's shoulder, one hand coming up to mess up Luke's hair even more than it already was.

For a moment, they lie there together, Luke relaxing until he feels more and more like his body and Alex's body are synced, breaths coming in and out at a similar pace. The bitter, jittery feeling in his spine eases back, lets go of his tongue, so he feels less likely to bite at whoever comes close.

Which is good timing, because there's another whoosh, and this weight lands behind him, on the bed as soon as they arrive.

"You guys are cuddling without me?" Reggie says, but he doesn't sound upset. In fact, he sounds delighted that there's cuddling happening, period. There's scuffling, and then two thuds, because Reggie knows better than to let his shoes touch Julie's bed, and then Luke feels a different warmth, sweeter than Alex's, more caramelised, and Reggie spoons against Luke's back, his nose burying into Luke's neck and one arm laying all the way over him to rest on Alex's chest.

"We were cuddling without you, because Luke was being a miserable grouch, but we've been interrupted," Alex says primly, and as Luke manages a mildly offended hey!, Reggie laughs, not phased at all. Luke can feel it as it vibrates from Reggie's chest to his own back, the tangibility of his joy making Luke feel warm from the inside. Reggie and Alex start bickering over the top of his head, and he doesn't really pay attention to them. Some part of him is trying to string some lyrics together, about being warm, about being able to feel someone else laughing because they're pressed so closely to you that their happiness feels just as much your own. But he's not quite sure what he's trying to say, yet.

They're still there when Julie gets home from school. Luke hears the door open and close, feels Reggie go tense, like he's worried they're going to get yelled at. But Julie only sounds kind of exasperated when she says, "Seriously, guys? Boundaries?"

"Luke's having a bad day," Reggie explains right away.

"Not anything serious," Alex corrects him, "just in a bad mood."

Luke nods and wriggles a bit between his boys, sits up so he can look at Julie properly.

The feeling of his heart in his mouth when he sees her will apparently never stop. She looks tired and ruffled from her day at school, hair a cloud around her face where he can see she was running her fingers through it as she thought in class, skirt crumpled at the hem where she would have wrinkled it in her fist, rubbed the fabric between her fingers. She dumps her backpack on the carpet and offers him a grin, and he can't remember what in the world he could have been grumpy about. If being a ghost brought him to her, being a ghost is awesome.

He looks around at the bed and realises they're going to have to rearrange, but Alex and Reggie seem on the same page at the same time, because they're his favourites and he loves them and he wants them close to him always. They move, adjusting and shuffling around, until a spot for Julie appears in between Alex and Luke. With a relieved sigh, she flops down, and Luke might be fooling himself, but he thinks he feels her energy, too. It's softer than Alex or Reggie, enveloping, like warm water scented with something beautiful.

She leans over Luke to kiss Reggie's forehead hello, then kisses Luke on the mouth (she tastes like the cherry bubblegum Flynn always carries around), then she turns to kiss Alex on the cheek. "I have homework to do later," she says, but it comes out a little garbled as she surprises herself with a yawn. Luke, Alex and Reggie exchange a fond look over the top of her head — she'll be asleep before she knows it. Alex nods his head at the clock on her desk and mouths I'll wake her up, because Luke and Reggie both have absolutely zero time perception.

Luke wraps his arms around Julie's waist and holds her close to him, and she settles in, Alex curling up to hold her from behind while Reggie moves up a bit, so he can press himself to Luke and run his hands gently through Julie's hair at the same time. Their different kinds of warm all stitch themselves together, weaving over Luke's body like a blanket, like a shield. All that's wrong with the world is on the other side, kept away from him by Alex's fingers rubbing little circles into Luke's side, by the feeling of Julie's chest rising and falling with her breaths, by the movement of Reggie's arms over his head. By all of them curled as close to him as they can be.

Luke's day isn't so terrible after all.

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merihn · 3 years

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hey, if you don't mind writing willie/reggie, could you write a little something with them for the prompt “It is not morning yet.” please?

Thanks @prettyghostboys for the birthday idea 💜💜💜.

Prompt me! Prompts filled.

“Hey,” Reggie whispered, leaning over Willie. Willie groaned and rolled away, pulling his blanket up over his head. Reggie set his chin on Willie’s padded shoulder “Hey,” he said, louder this time. Willie flailed and knocked Reggie’s chin away, making his teeth clack together painfully.

“Reggie, why?” Willie complained, voice muffled by the blanket.

“I can’t sleep. It’s my birthday!”

“Dude, it’s not morning yet. It’s not even close.” Willie peered out of blanket cocoon and nodded at the window, barely more than a dark shape. “Don’t ruin this.”

“Ruin what?”

“What is supposed to be a really good day. I need my beauty sleep.”

Reggie scoffed. “No, you don’t.” He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks and was thankful for the darkness hiding it.

“I can assure you that I do need sleep. You don’t want to see me cranky.”

Reggie tried not to sigh audibly, grateful that Willie had missed his slip up. “You’ve never been cranky a day in your life.”

“Dude, we’ve been roommates for a year, you don’t know my life.”

Reggie wasn’t quite sure how he’d gotten so lucky (or unlucky, depending on how you looked at it.), finding Willie to be his roommate. He knew he wasn’t always the easiest person to deal with, in fact, he’d pretty much driven everyone else away. Even Luke, Alex and Bobby couldn’t stand to live with him, and they loved him more than anyone else ever had. And yet Willie had lasted an entire year with Reggie, never once losing his temper over Reggie’s messiness, his hyperactivity, his forgetfulness, or any of the other thousand things that made him impossible to live with.

In fact, the most he’d even done was sigh and let out a rueful laugh, then made a game out of fixing whatever Reggie had fucked up.

Fuck, he was so gone for Willie. Only he would find the perfect roommate, someone who could handle all his shit, and he’d be the most beautiful person Reggie had ever met, and so effortlessly cool that he made Reggie feel almost normal just being around him.

“Now, leave me alone until it’s actually morning, or you won’t get your present.” Willie pulled his blanket up over his head again.

“Give me a hint at least.”

“No, you have to wait and see. I think you’ll like it, though.”

“I’m sure I will, but I don’t want to wait.”

“Good things come to those who wait,” Willie said firmly.

“I hate waiting, and good things still come to me. I have you -” Reggie’s whole body flushed hot and then cold as he realised what he’d said. “As a roommate,” he added quickly.

“That’s very sweet, but if you don’t let me go back to sleep right now, you’re not getting anything.”

“Willie,” Reggie whined.

Willie sighed, flinging his blanket out of the way and rolling on top of Reggie. Reggie stiffened and clutched at the sheets under himself.

“Sleep, now,” Willie commanded, shoving his face into the crook of Reggie’s neck, and his hands under Reggie’s back. His breath was warm on Reggie’s skin, and his body pressed Reggie’s into the mattress. Reggie took a deep breath and let it out slowly, relaxing under the weight. He’d never tried a weighted blanket but he thought this must be similar, because he could already feel sleep creeping up on him, his mind going pleasantly blank, which he hadn’t thought possible with Willie laying on top of him.

When Reggie woke up again, it was to light shining directly on his face, and Willie still breathing deep and slow into his neck. The sun was a lot higher than the horizon than he’d expected and he strained to catch a glimpse of Willie’s alarm clock. 9am. Reggie hadn’t slept in until 9am… well, maybe ever. He closed his eyes again, soaking in the feeling of Willie’s body on his, until his bladder reminded him of why he’d woken up.

Now, how was he supposed to get up without waking Willie?

He tried holding Willie’s shoulders and slowly trying to push him off, but Willie shoved his hands deeper under Reggie and hung on. Then he tried to ease Willie’s arms out from under himself but Willie whimpered something in his sleep and grabbed at Reggie’s shirt, pressing his face closer to Reggie’s neck. Maybe he could try rolling both of them together, and then he’d be free. He bent his knee and set his foot on the mattress and tried his hardest to roll them gently.

Somehow ending up on top of Willie was even worse than being under him. Especially when Willie stirred and opened his eyes, blinking in confusion.

“What are you doing?” Willie’s voice was deep and rough from sleep and Reggie felt it right down to his toes.

“You wouldn’t let me get up,” Reggie explained.

Willie raised an eyebrow.

“You were on top of me.” Reggie could feel himself flushing again, and now it was bright enough that there was no way for Willie to miss it.

“And now you’re on top of me,” Willie said mildly, a small smile curling the side of his mouth.

“Right,” Reggie moved to slide off him, but Willie tightened his grip on Reggie’s shirt.

“I thought you wanted your present?” Willie asked.

“Yeah, definitely, just let me -” Reggie tried to push himself up, but Willie was surprisingly strong. Reggie gave up quickly, not wanting any… friction to complicate matters.

Willie was just watching him, that half smile still on his face.

“I really want my present, but I also really need to go to the bathroom,” Reggie burst out. Willie laughed and finally let him go, and Reggie rolled off him and jumped out of the bed. He relieved himself quickly and splashed water onto his face, gripping the sink for a moment and staring at his own dripping face for a moment. “Get a grip,” he told himself.

He returned to Willie’s bedroom as Willie was stretching, his fingers interlaced over his head, his shirt riding up and revealing a tantalising strip of belly as he arched his back.

“All better?”

Reggie met Willie’s eyes and hoped he wasn’t blushing again, because there was no way Willie missed his wandering eyes. Willie reached out a hand and wriggled his fingers until Reggie grabbed it with his own, and then Willie was pulling him, hard and fast, and Reggie landed half on top of him, his breath pushed out of him by the impact. Willie took advantage of his breathlessness and surprise to pull him even closer, until Reggie was looking down at Willie’s smiling face.

Willie slipped his hand around the back of Reggie’s neck and started to draw him down.

“Tell me to stop,” Willie murmured, but Reggie just let him draw him in until their lips brushed together.

“Are you sure about this?” Reggie asked, barely breathing, hating himself for asking but needing to know.

“I am, are you?”

Reggie dipped his head the last few millimetres and kissed Willie tentatively, just a dry press of lips until Willie opened his mouth and kissed him back hungrily.

“Was that really my present?” Reggie asked, his mouth not even feeling like his own, tingling from the contact.

Willie giggled and shoved him off.

“Not that it wasn’t a good present… I mean, I’ve wanted that for - for too long, I just thought -”

Willie pressed a finger to Reggie’s lips to shush him and leaned over to kiss him again. “It was just the first part.”

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #idk ok #idk #my fic #fluff prompts #fighttoshine

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