#fleggie

[invisibleraven]

You're so cool! / I am?

Flynn/ Reggie

Warnings for offensive terms against both Jewish and Black people

Reggie kept a placid smile on his face as they played while the rest of the school swayed across the gym floor. Sunset Curve had been hired to play the school dance but the principal had given them a strict set list to follow, all stuff that was pleasant and downright boring.

But hey, a gig was a gig right?

At least he was okay with the stupid suits they shoved at them-he was sure Luke was struggling with the tight sleeves, ruffled shirt and cummerbund. All in a terrible powder blue to fit the stupid Enchantment Under The Sea theme the student council had thrown together.

He watched the kids dance, a part of him aching to be out there with them, but the money they got from playing this dance was going towards them buying van to use to tour with the summer. A chance at a big break playing clubs up and down the coast.

Plus... well he could never dance with the girl he wanted. The stupid line down the gym and the strict chaperones with their little minds saw to that.

But he kept an eye on Flynn, watching her, Julie, and Kayla dance around, Willie grinning as he spun them occasionally.

The trouble started when Willie went to get punch, and the other girls went to powder their noses, leaving Flynn on the floor alone.

Reggie saw that slimeball Phelps straddle the segregation line-he always had his eyes on Flynn, liked pulling on her braids, coming too close, making inappropriate comments. Reggie tried to be a barrier, but the guy was a linebacker, and didn't always back off.

Tonight was no exception, as he tried to pull Flynn into a dance, even as she valiantly attempted to shove him away. Reggie panicked a little-none of the teachers seemed to be paying attention; too caught up in smoking, gossiping or taking a nip from their flasks.

He could see that Phelps had a grip on Flynn's arm-one that would surely bruise, and he knew if she slapped him, like her eyes conveyed she wanted to, she would be the one in trouble.

So Reggie did the noble, probably stupid thing, and leapt off the stage, uncaring that it left the song without a bassline. He went over, snatching Flynn into his arms.

"Hands off my girl Phelps."

"Oh yeah, you gonna stop me?" Phelps drawled, an amused expression on his face. "You're a scrawny kike and she's a feisty nig-"

Whatever Phelps was going to say next was cut off by Reggie decking him across the face, laying him to the floor. He massaged his jaw, spitting blood onto the gym floor as he got up, barely missing Reggie's shoes. "Not worth the trouble."

Reggie glared until Phelps slunk away, shaking out his hand before facing Flynn. "You okay sweetums?"

"You are so cool," she breathed.

"I am?" Reggie replied, then straightened up. "I mean, I am! Have to be cool enough for you."

"Well I appreciate it," she said, straightening his lapels. "You gonna be okay to play the rest of the show?"

Reggie shook out his hand again. "I should be okay, but I gotta get back up there before they toss me out. Pity I can't dance with you."

"Maybe later, we can crank up the radio in your car, have a dance under the moonlight?" Flynn offered.

Reggie grinned, nodding before heading back to the stage, picking right up where the band was in the song, even if it ached to play a little more than he would like to admit.

But the pain was worth it with Flynn's shining eyes on him and the promise of their date in his heart.

Though he hoped maybe the band got to skip the next school dance, so he could just dance with Flynn instead.

#filled prompts #ficlet #fleggie #julie and the phantoms

[daintyduck99]

Swoon prompts!

A hug that gets deeper

Flynn x Reggie

It's been too long since she's seen him.

(Ok, that sounds dramatic. It's only been a few months. But still. Her point stands.) 

It's long enough that his grin is disarming, brighter and more endearing than she'd remembered. His eyes are prettier, too, his laugh more melodic, and Flynn tries to escape with only a sparing hug, the same loose one she's given nearly everyone—

But Reggie's hugs are always the best. 

(That she didn't—couldn't—forget.)

His arms loop around her waist and her neck easily, gently pressing her close, and she tucks her face into the crook of his neck for a lack of anything else to do

(Ahuh, sure, that's totally why) 

—inhaling his scent. He smells like summer, still, like a bonfire burning low, and she swallows hard, struck by just how much she's missed that smell. Missed him.

Her fingers bunch in the back of his shirt. 

She doesn't know what to say, for once. 

(If she even should speak—he's got her so off-guard. But maybe she doesn't need to.)

He presses his cheek to the top of her head and she wonders if this says enough.

It's not until they unravel that he finally cracks a joke, one of his classic flirty compliments that's somewhat undercut by the humor, and she laughs, but blushes, too. The undercurrent of fondness 

(And maybe admiration) 

—is too stark to ignore. She can't help but wonder if it was always there.

So Flynn decides, right then and there, to scrap her original plan of silently shutting down any feelings until they withered away

(Which was working so well) 

—and when she goes back to New York, she's bringing him with her in some shape or form, be it his heart or heartbreak.

(Or maybe, she thinks as he lingers with a smile that's grown much softer, maybe)

—she might just bring the man himself.

#swoonworthy prompts #fleggie #flynn x reggie #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

[jmrothwell]

I wish you would write a fic where Flynn and Reggie get surprisingly close, and one of them (both of them ahem) secretly longs for more

(Also available on AO3)

“I don’t think we have room” 

Flynn ignored the protests of the dark-haired man, as she firmly shoved her bag amongst the bags and instruments in the back of the beat up van. Man, she internally scoffed, he was barely older than her. And there wasn’t anything he nor any of his other friends could say to stop her. 

They sharply turned their glare, meeting his wide green eyed gaze. “You think huh? You know what I think?”

His dark brows furrowed as he tilted his head slightly, mouth falling open, maybe perhaps to attempt to answer them. They didn’t want an actual answer, so they kept speaking, returning their focus on aggressively ensuring their bag was secure amongst the pile.

“I think you are completely daft if you think I am letting my best friend go on some cross country journey with a bunch of boys she just met, alone. For all she knows, you’re con men or some other nonsense.”

“I am not about to risk letting y’all take advantage of her.”

Flynn stopped their shoving, their bag firmly set and no longer budging. They returned their glare to the dark haired boy, their heart stuttered minutely in their chest at the indecipherable look on his gaping face. 

They didn’t linger on pondering what that look was about choosing instead to go join Julie in the van.

-

“Put your damn shirt on, Peters.” Flynn groaned from her spot in the back seat of the van, leaning heavily into the stack of bags to their right. 

Reggie huffed with just enough edge to it that it couldn’t be mistaken for a laugh. They’d had this argument enough times for her to know what that sound meant. He was stopping himself from saying he was still wearing a shirt.

Which she disagreed with. The thin white tank top was almost as bad as Luke’s cut offs. Especially when it was starting to go see through with sweat like that, the AC in the van was too weak to reach them very well and the afternoon could get hot.

“You gonna make me, Taylor?” He muttered, no sign he planned on moving from where he was sprawled out as much as he could be in the seat beside her. 

His head rested back against the window, the length of his neck exposed. His arms were just as much on display, one of them propped on the back of the bench seat. His legs were shoved under the seat in front of him, and while she couldn’t see his feet she knew his boots were also off since they were shoved under his own seat.

Now it was her turn to scoff, “you’d like that wouldn’t you.”

“Why don’t you try and find out?” His mouth curled  into a crooked smirk as he looked at her from under his dark lashes. Just the slightest hint of green. “Or am I too much for you to handle?”

Flynn rolled their eyes and shook their head, turning away sharply when she felt the inexplicable rush of heat across her cheeks and nose. Of course he’d turn this whole situation into a flirting opportunity. Although this was probably the first time he’d tried to turn his charm on her. 

She had been wondering when that’d happen, a little surprised it hadn’t happened sooner with how frequently he flirted with anyone he found pretty. Flynn had begun to wonder if perhaps she should be offended by the fact he hadn’t attempted to flirt with her. 

The two of them had been relegated to the back of the van often enough-Alex and Willie the only safe drivers and Julie and Luke too busy caught up in their star crossed lovers romance-that it wasn’t like he didn’t have plenty of opportunities to try flirting before now.

Then she’d always remind herself that it didn’t matter because she didn’t care if he flirted with them or not. 

It was nice enough when their icy stalemates would come to an end and they actually started talking to each other. Simple conversations and car games to fill the silence and pass the time. She didn’t need anything more from him. 

Especially not when the future beyond this road trip was so uncertain. 

–

Flynn scrolled through their phone, the ice bucket settled into their lap as they sat as comfortably on the floor as they could. Her thoughts kept flipping between wishing there was a spare chair somewhere on this floor of this cheap roadside hotel and debating when she should kick Luke out of hers and Julie’s room. 

They should have known it was a silly idea to split up the ways they had been. Them and  Julie in one, everyone else in the other. With how Julie and Luke had been with each other, growing more and more disgustingly fond and clingy, the way Luke would linger in their room longer and longer, this had been a simple inevitability. 

She had been gracious enough to not call the two of them out on their thinly veiled ‘go fetch some ice’ request. She had been even more accommodating by taking an unreasonable amount of time to find said ice machine.

The trouble now was they didn’t want to risk walking in on a sight they would regret having permanently seared onto the back of their eyes.

“You been sexiled, too?” Reggie’s laughing voice was unexpected but not unsurprising or unwelcome.

Flynn looked up from their phone and towards his sunshine bright smile. “I take it that means Alex stopped dancing around Willie?”

“Nailed it in one.” Reggie chuckled as he joined Flynn on the floor. 

“Guess there's no chance for us to escape the back of the van now.” Flynn playfully whined as they shifted their legs so they could comfortably prop their chin in their hand.

“I don’t know about that.” Reggie smirked as bumped his shoulder against hers. “I’m sure you and I could work together to guilt trip the others into letting us sit wherever we want. At least for tomorrow.”

“We should have just gotten three rooms to begin with.” Flynn said through their own small laugh. 

Reggie nodded, suddenly stopping with a slight jerk as he sat up straighter. “Wait, three?”

“I’m sure you and I are grown up enough that we could handle sharing a hotel room without it meaning anything.” Flynn kept her gaze solidly locked on the wall across from them. Determined to keep herself from glancing his direction, similar to how she’d been determined to see him only as a friend. 

No one needed to know how much an internal struggle that particular endeavor had turned into. 

“Oh, right,” he mumbled under his breath, “that makes sense.”

She brushed off the notion that he’d sounded deflated. He was probably tired, just like they were. It was ridiculous how exhausting being in the back of a van could be. 

“Come one.” Flynn said, suddenly wanting nothing more than to pass out in a semi-comfortable bed. “I’m sure you and I can scrounge up enough money to at least get another room for tonight.”

They helped him rise to his feet, ignoring how nice it felt to have his hand nestled around hers. 

–

As it turned out, they didn’t need to work to try and make the others feel guilty, they did it to themselves. Which is how Flynn found themself sharing the back bench seat with Julie. While Reggie rode shotgun, giddily chatting with Alex or Willie depending on who was driving at the time. 

The change in seating arrangement could also potentially have been spurred by the new hotel sleeping arrangements. They couldn’t afford constantly getting three rooms so instead the two newly formed couples worked out a rotation on who would get the second room to themselves and who’d share with Flynn and Reggie. 

She doesn’t know about Reggie but the whole thing made her feel a bit too much like unwanted leftovers. Which Julie definitely picked up on with how much she kept making an effort to make Flynn feel wanted and included during the day time. It doesn’t really help make Flynn feel better, an odd ache they couldn’t ignore constantly settled in their chest.

It only takes a week before Flynn figures out what the cause of the ache is. Though their certain Julie would want some credit. 

“So,” Julie quietly said, inching closer to Flynn during one of the longer quiet stretches of road. “What’s up with you and Reggie?”

“What?” Flynn snapped, eyes snapping around the van, the only ones currently awake were Julie, herself, and Alex who was driving. Her eyes lingered a little too long on Reggie, and they had to brush off Julie’s knowing smirk when their attention fell back on her.

“There’s nothing between Reggie and me.” She insisted. But now that Julie had brought him up she realized she missed him.

How ridiculous was that? How could they miss someone who they were literally in the same van with, that they regularly shared a room with. 

Because it wasn’t the same. The banter wasn’t solely theirs anymore. It was no longer her, Reggie and the other two couples. 

Which was an equally ridiculous thought for entirely different reasons. 

Julie rolled her eyes as she adjusted in the cramped space. “Do you wish there was?”

“There was what?” Flynn asked, knowing exactly where Julie was going with her questioning but trying their best to stall.

Her friend sighed with a raised eyebrow and a small frown, an expression she schooled into as neutral a look as she could before asking, “do you wish there was something between you and Reggie?”

Flynn briefly bit at her lip and avoided looking Julie in the eye. Before they could finish formulating a response Julie pressed on.

“Because sometimes the way you look at him I think you do.”

Flynn snorted out a small laugh, knowing there was nonsense in denying it. They and Julie had been friends for far too long, and if she had picked up on something they’d been in denial about it must be bad. “Yeah, I think I do wish there was more.”

She refused to say more than that, fully aware that most of her concerns could also be applied to Julie’s newfound relationship with Luke. And she’d rather not get into that particular argument at the moment. Not when her friend had been her happiest and liveliest in years.

“For what it’s worth,” Julie added, playfully nudging Flynn’s shoulders, “I think he wishes there was more there too.”

“I doubt that.” Flynn said as she gestured for Julie to move so they could work on braiding her hair, “but thanks.”

–

After their earlier conversation Flynn was sure Julie would hatch some sort of matchmaking scheme, however so far everything seemed to be normal. Or as normal as life for six young adults traveling the country in a run down van could be.

After lunch everyone was quiet again, though it was obvious they were simply using their phones. She could tell by the way Julie smiled and occasionally glanced his way, she and Luke were texting. If the blushes and knowing looks meant anything they would probably be begging Alex and Willie for the single room.

Sure enough during dinner Julie pulled Alex and Willie out of ear shot and was quietly but very animatedly talking with them. Flynn quietly ate at the table waiting for their return. She pulled out her phone to shoot a quick text to Reggie, who was off with Luke checking them into the hotel.

Then she thought better of it.

The two hadn’t really set up their own individual text chain. The most they’d done at this point was send each other the occasional meme or funny video. 

They hadn’t really needed to message more than that before a couple weeks ago. Since they could always just quietly chat and joke amongst themselves in the back seat.

Soon enough it didn’t matter, Luke and Reggie returned to join the rest of them for food. Luke divvied up the keys while Reggie avoided looking at anyone, his face and neck more pink than usual. 

Was he getting sick? That might make traveling difficult.

She didn’t get the chance to ask him as Luke soon took over the conversation. He had ideas about the gig-they most assuredly hadn’t booked yet but he was certain they would get in the next town over.

–

She was going to kill Julie. They knew the girl had been up to something but had made the mistake of assuming what that was. 

However, as Flynn stared down the single bed in front of her, Reggie frozen behind her, she knew what Julie had done. 

No wonder the rest of them all decided to take their time getting things from the van.

“Maybe the keys got mixed up?” Reggie offered. 

“Yeah, maybe.” Flynn grit out between their teeth even though they highly doubted it. 

Her suspicions were confirmed when both her and Reggie’s phones alerted them of new messages. Flynn glared down at Julie’s ‘good luck’ message. She bit back her whine and looked up to see Reggie glowering down at his phone. 

He groaned as he collapsed into the desk chair. The desk and the chair being the only furniture besides the one bed, which he now dismally stared at. 

Yeah, sure Julie. That totally looks like a man who wants more with her. 

With a soft sigh, Flynn settled onto the edge of the bed facing Reggie, “So, which side do you want?”

Reggie’s eye snapped to hers, though he was still looking at her from under his lashes. Not glaring, Flynn’s not sure what they’d call that look but it wasn’t angry. 

He swallowed hard, they could almost hear it from where they sat in the silence that hung over them. “You sure?”

“This is no different than last time we had to share a room.” Flynn stated, ignoring the way Reggie’s face twisted up, racing through several different expressions in a matter of two seconds. 

“We’re grown ups, it doesn’t,” she tried not to hesitate, to battle the sigh and tonal shift they felt building, they failed, “doesn’t have to mean anything.”

Reggie’s head tilted as they tripped over their words. He studied them, that was the best explanation they had for the way his eyes held theirs. She didn’t know those sea green eyes could burn like that.

After an excruciatingly long time of being pinned under that look he finally glanced down at his hands, chewing on his words. She took the opportunity to look down at her sneakers.

“Do you want it to?” so, so quietly he whispered out, they wondered if she would have heard him if she hadn’t been so aware of him being there.

She picked at the hem of their skirt. The answer clung to the tip of her tongue, desperately wanting to escape but she kept her mouth shut equally desperate to not get hurt.

“Flynn?” his voice, still just as quiet but maybe a little rougher, was much closer than before. She didn’t want to look at him, as much as she’d love to see him smile again she doubted that’s what she’d see if they looked up. “I’d like it to mean something.”

She glanced up and he was right in front of her now, that fire still lit in his eyes. He looked so unsure and she hated seeing that but as his words rang through her head a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, reflecting the smile blossoming across her own face.

“You do?” she asked a little breathlessly, her fingers tangled into his necklace, forcing him to lean all the closer to her.

“Yeah, I do.” He chuckled, as he used one of his hands to prop himself on the mattress so he didn’t fall on top of them, his other hand tentatively reached up and barely brushed against her jaw. “I actually like you a lot.”

Flynn swallowed around her suddenly dry throat, “I actually like you a lot, too.”

They could barely see the broad smile that split his face, she didn’t have time to appreciate it though as he closed the distance, the hand against her cheek trailing to the back of her head. His lips were soft against hers, gentle, though that didn’t last long once sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. 

"Bet you want my shirt off now don't you?" Reggie breathlessly teased as they both stumbled their way back onto the bed. 

Flynn, groaned though it came out as a growl, and who were they kidding. What point was there in being stubborn anymore? "Your damn right I do," she panted as her hands trailed up and under the shirt in question. 

He smirked and leaned back down to capture her mouth with his again. They were certain they were in for quite a night.

 .

The others were going to be absolutely insufferable in the morning but she couldn’t care less at the moment.

#fleggie #flynn x reggie #julie and the phantoms fanfic #Roadtrip-sorta #Strangers to Enemies to Friends to Lovers --sorta #It's long but it could have been sooooo much longer #Like I feel like I rushed so much despite how long it is

[bananakarenina]

17 and Fleggie??

every time we lie awake

flynn taylor has never had a normal-person sleep schedule, and her schedule as a dj doesn't really help matters. weddings, parties, clubs; she's all work and no play and sleeps in the middle of the day because that's the grind, baby.

so she's always up late, and there's this guy--well, she assumes it's a guy; his tumblr username is nerfherderhero and she's pretty sure she's seen some posts referencing his pronouns--who seems to have the same late-night schedule she does; he's always reblogging funny dog videos on her dash at just the right time and adding amazing tags to star wars posts (she still hasn't stopped laughing about him calling kylo ren "evil emo mayonnaise")

they have this funny little tumblr mutual relationship--the thing is, they have so much in common; he's always posting cool music for her to explore (she adds a LOT to her playlists, it's awesome) and he reblogs every artistic photo of food she uploads. (she has a whole series of ironic portraits of the stuff she orders from in-n-out; it's pretty hilarious if she does say so herself.)

they chat through tags. nerfherder is so off-the-wall funny; he says the most random things and flynn fucking loves it. he also has excellent taste in music.

julie starts giving her A Look whenever flynn mentions "my tumblr friend".

whatever! flynn is allowed to have friends she doesn't like. Know Personally. that's what the internet is for!

except there comes a two-week stretch where nerfherderhero kind of goes quiet. flynn even checks to make sure he didn't change his username but that's not it--he's just. not posting at the moment. no queue, no reblogs. her artistically-arranged chili dog photo goes un-noticed.

it's fine. flynn is Fine About It. he's probably just busy!

it's just rough because julie is also away, on tour with her new band--she met this group of dudes at college and has been spending all of her time writing songs with the guitarist (writing songs. suuuure, says flynn, and julie sticks her tongue out on their facetime call.)

flynn taylor has never been a coward, though (well, much of a coward) so she takes that terrifying internet friend plunge and pulls up a direct message.

hey--this is awkward but uh. hi! i just i just noticed that you're not around as much anymore which is totally your right obviously good for you for digitally detoxing lol i just--i miss you

she doesn't add the exclamation point even though it would make her seem more unaffected.

because the thing is: she's affected.

carrie laughs at her when she brings it up at brunch. it's not actually a mean laugh, despite it being carrie.

"only you would manage to crush on someone you don't even talk to," she says, sipping her passionfruit mimosa.

"better than when i had a crush on you," flynn retorts, but carrie just laughs again.

it all comes to a head when she facetimes julie late one night after a dj gig. she's wired, and there are no posts from Han Solo (which is unfortunately what flynn is now calling him in her head), and she just wants to mope with her best friend.

"oh, god, not you too," julie says. "reggie's all whiny because he broke his phone and we're in the middle of nowhere right now, so there aren't many places to go to fix it or get a new one. he's miserable. he keeps asking to borrow our phones to log into tumblr, of all things. something about his friend rapunzel."

"what."

flynn's username is remixingrapunzel bc she's flynn and she's a dj and also her braids are really long.

"yeah, he's like totally obsessed with her. them? i'm...not actually sure."

"her."

and julie's forehead wrinkles on her phone screen.

"how do you know?"

"um."

and the whole thing comes spilling out. han solo, funny captions on her in-n-out fries, the humiliating "i miss you" message that was never returned.

julie's eyes just keep getting wider.

"hang on," she says, and turns to yell over her shoulder. "reggie!"

there's a scuffle and julie hissing "come ON" and a long sigh, and then, sitting with julie, is the cutest boy flynn has ever seen in her actual life. he's got dark hair and nice freckles and right now he seems kind of sad, but oh my god, he's so so cute.

she can't help herself.

"nerfherder?" she says, tentatively.

his eyes lighten and it almost makes up for the last two weeks of misery.

"rapunzel," he breathes, and flynn has a feeling there are even more late nights in her future.

she's more than fine with that.

#at first this was going to be a you've got mail au #like rival musicians #dj v live band #but then it turned into chatfic #and specifically tumblr fic lol #how #flynn x reggie #julie and carrie do not know flynn's tumblr name because what happens on tumblr stays on tumblr #some things are private hahahahaha #also remember when these were supposed to be me just telling you what the story was about? LMAO

[onlygenxhere]

For this Feature Fic Friday I’m recommending someone’s work who’s not on Tumblr (although I know she lurks).

Check out Moonriver’s  I Pledge Allegiance to the Band the first fic in the We got the Music (the teacher!Reggie series).

It’s got Fleggie, Juke, Willex, and Bobby with baby!Carrie (who was a character I didn’t know I needed) Not to mention best Dad Ray Molina, Principle!Covington and a gaggle of OC middle school kids who are all wonderful in their own ways.   

Teaching eighth grade math wasn't exactly Reggie's dream job, but after nearly dying with his best friends, a heartbreaking band breakup, fleeing his abusive parents and gaining custody of his younger brother at eighteen years old, his priorities in life changed a bit. At least he still had his after school music program...though too bad he had no budget for it. And also no clue what he was doing. Reggie was just beginning to feel a little too in over his head when he happened to run into a certain guitarist from his past, who still has enough passion for music for everyone- and some grand ideas about how they can help fund Reggie's ragtag group of middle school band geeks... ...and it involves bringing Sunset Curve back together for the first time in five years.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #fic rec #featured fic friday

[flammenfederfiction]

Ask Time! :D Du hast deine Storys ja gerade wegen deiner MA eingefroren. Wenn du mit der MA durch bist und endlich wieder kreativ was schreibst, hast du irgendwas, auf das du dich jetzt schon besonders freust?

Yesss, und zwar alles!

:D

Okay, okay, ein bisschen konkreter geht es noch xD Der CROWN Hype ist real (wobei das auch daran liegt, dass Felis für die Story ungefähr den gleichen Hype hat, wie ich für Geister, weshalb ich da auch die ganze Zeit gepiekst werde xD). Ich freue mich extrem darauf, mit den Charakteren Zeit zu verbringen und ganz viele Momente umzusetzen, die ich im Kopf habe!

DeA ist aber auch nicht vergessen (und ich werde es vermutlich zuerst schreiben müssen, weil da auf der Seite Fleggi sitzt und piekst und naja... er kocht :x ). Da freue ich mich besonders darauf ... naja, die Story abzuschließen, so blöd das jetzt auch klingt, wo ich noch nicht mal in der Hälfte bin :'D Aber ich habe noch nie was wirklich abgeschlossen und DeA fühlt sich so an, als ob es mit der Geschichte wirklich endlich schaffbar ist und das wäre so schön q.q

Hm, ob das der Unterschied zwischen Plot- und Charaktergetriebenen Storys ist? xD

#ask #crown #dea #writing

[pink-flame]

I hit 500 followers today! That may not seem like a lot to some but it’s an absolutely baffling amount of people to want to see what I post. I appreciate all of you! Most of you found me through Julie and the Phantoms and my “juke epics” as they have been referred to and I just want to thank you all again for the support for my fics. It really means the world to me. I’ve made so many awesome friends through this show. Now...to celebrate let’s do some prompts shall we?

Send me an ask with one of my “universes”, a couple and a word or two as a prompt. So for example:

We Found Wonderland, Juke, Rainstorm

or

Feels Like I’ve Opened My Eyes Again, Fleggie, Prank gone wrong

And I’ll write you a drabble. I can’t promise I will get to everyone but I’ll do my best!

Don’t forget my shorter things are fair game too, like Bodyguard AU or Porch Kissing fic.

Ok prompt away! ☺️

#500 followers #celebrating #prompt game #juke #fleggie #willex #jatp #writing #fanfiction

[phantom-sunset]

Chapter 20/20 is live!!

And just like that, it’s over and I feel...so sad.

#Julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #completed fic #Juke #willex #fleggie #luke patterson #Julie molina #Alex mercer #reggie peters #jatp willie #jatp flynn #Rose lives #rose molina #ray molina

[thedragonemperess]

Honestly, I’m kinda surprised no one has started shipping Flynn and Reggie yet

#flynn nolastname #flynn molina #reggie molina #I VOLUNTEER THE SHIP NAME FLEGGIE #that sounds like a pokemon #Rynn doesnt sound very good though #you guys can decide i guess #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp watch party

[jmrothwell]

Ohhhh

Baseball and 1950s?

Carlos wants nothing more than to be a big baseball star, follow in the steps of Luis Miguel Castro and Jackie Robinson. However his school doesn’t have a team, at least not one that is capable of practicing regularly. 

He tries his best but there’s only so much he can get done practicing at his own at the local park. Luckily, Willie who also likes to hang out at the park with his skateboard(a sure sign the beach was either too crowded, no good waves, or some other less optimal for Surfing criteria). Willie does his best to help Carlos but, while he’s great with the surfing and skating he lacks the hand eye coordination for any decent pitching or batting. Plus, there’s only so much they can do as a duo. So Willie decides to recruit some of his friends. 

Carlos is barely surprised to learn these friends include the Patterson and Peters boy, who he frequently hears people whisper about, but never loud enough for him to hear what exactly they’ve done wrong. According to them they built a reputation by sneaking around, specifically sneaking into clubs with the better rock and blues music. 

More surprising is that the Mercer boy is also there. Because the Mercer’s definitely have their own reputation and based off that it makes no sense for Alex to be hanging out with the likes of Reggie and Luke, let alone Willie.

At first Reggie, Luke, and Alex are barely better players than Willie. Reggie is quickest to pick up on the various skills and techniques. Luke is actually a surprisingly good coach. 

Ray and Rose are a little apprehensive when they learn about  these boys who have been helping Carlos. That is until they hear who exactly is helping him and are like oh, well that makes sense, you should bring them home for dinner, tell them they can stay with us whenever they like. Even Tia extends the same offer. (There are things about the boys reputations that Carlos doesn’t have full knowledge of but suspects, especially in regards to their parents and living situations.)

Willie, Reggie, and Luke accept the offer but not on a full time basis. They don’t want to risk getting the Molinas and Victoria into any trouble. Alex extremely reluctantly takes up their off after he runs away from home because his parents keep insisting on setting him up with ‘nice girls’ who are neither nice nor his type. 

Ray eventually reaches out to a couple of old friends, Trevor and Caleb, to see if they can help, and both men step up to help house the boys (as well as get them out of some legal trouble they got themselves in after getting into some physical altercations with some other boys/men who had been harassing Carlos, Flynn, and Julie). After additional catching up and learning more about the story, Caleb and Trevor offer to help get Carlos a proper coach. Which in turn turns into establishing a neighborhood baseball team.

#Writing Game #The story would mostly focus on the whole found family dynamics with some background willex fleggie and juke

[sometimesvillainous]

why is she crying? we’ll never know… / ¿por qué estuvo llorando? nunca sabremos…

#villainous #villanos #demencia #dr flug #technically #his fleggys at least #sorry mark i don't know why she's crying #but only pictures of lizards wearing sweaters will help her stop

[submissivebreedablecatboy]

introduction :3

Hiii my namwes fletcher but you can call me fleggy weggy or your lil pup

i go by he/pup/kms/doll pronouns!

i love gay ppl

l(g)b(t)

uwu im a lil puppy boy

im submissive

im looking for a master any age, ill call with you and everything (i even send!)

#gay puppy puppyboy ddlb trans gay fleggy weggy kms

[aaronhotchstuff]

hand holding

flo and reggie <33 it’s literally all they do

state a way to be affectionate and i’ll tell you which otp of mine i first associate it with ‧ send an ask

#oc: florence goodwin #flo asks #sh: fleggie #fleggie asks #ask #anonymous

[jessieallyne]

1 Year JATP Anniversary Tag Game

I was tagged by @story-courty and @claire8216

Rules: Answer the questions and tag ten people you’ve met because of jatp

Favorite scene? Luke’s sad face turning into the biggest happiest smile when Julie finally acknowledges him during “Edge of Great”

Favorite character when you started the show? I loved Julie from the beginning. I connected with her and her backstory the most.

Favorite character now? Really I love Julie and wash of her boys in completely different ways. They all hold a special place in my heart

Favorite ship when you started the show? Juke of course!

Favorite ship now? Still Juke, but I do love Willex and I’d love to see Fleggie.

Favorite song when you started the show? Edge of Great

Favorite song now? All of them.. I love them all!

Month you first watched jatp? Mid November. I know it was before Thanksgiving.. I’d watched it a few times through by then and had gotten my sister into it.

Favorite thing about the fandom? I love how we support one another and feel safe to be able to talk openly about our feelings. The friendships we’ve made with each other are amazing! And the talent within this fandom is mind blowing!

Favorite thing about the show as a whole? I love how this show has so many layers. Silly and obtuse parents who don’t question their kids whereabouts, friendships and relationships of all kinds, the representation of genders/sexuality/race, and deep and amazingly well written and acted the grieving process is of loosing a parent and children.

Happy one-year anniversary!!

I’ll tag my people, even if they’ve already been tagged because they deserve another shout-out! Much love to my people @pink-flame , @missjoolee, @mamirugbee , @freeshawarmas, @alexjulies and @angela-feelstoomuch!!

[phantom-sunset]

Our Life is a Playlist (And You’re my Favorite Song)

Chapter 7/? is Live!

Reggie didn’t know when exactly he had developed a crush on Flynn. He thought maybe it had been the day at the beach, on Luke’s birthday, when she had leaned her back against his chest and he got to feel her soft skin against his.

Or maybe it had been when they’d been in the water and the sun had hit her just right. When her long braids had taken on the sun's golden glow, making it look like a halo around her head as she splashed him.

Maybe it was when they were ten and she had kneed Bobby Wilson in the groin for calling Reggie a freak. He didn’t know. Does it really matter? What matters is that it's there and every day they spend together he finds it harder and harder not to just let the words roll off of his tongue.

#Jatp #julie and the phantoms #Luke patterson #Alex mercer #reggie peters #Julie molina #jatp flynn #carrie wilson #jatp willie #Juke #willex #fleggie #rynn #what even would their ship name be? #jatp fanfic