#Julie and the phantoms fanfic

[blush-and-books]

jatp/juke fanfiction masterlist!

multichapter fics:

(Fake) Lover Of Mine | julie and luke are mega-stars trying to rebuild their press images, and management's genius solution is a year-long fake-dating publicity stunt. collaboration project with @bluefirewrites and @sunjaesol. 3 chapters, COMPLETED.

what doesn't kill me makes me want you more | angels and demons au. 6 chapters, COMPLETED.

been dreaming that you feel it too | five times luke and julie try to be physical with each other in public and the one time they are in private. 7 chapters, COMPLETED.

but we're the greatest - they'll hang us in the louvre | anthology of juke drabbles. 16 chapters, COMPLETED.

call me babe for the weekend | tis the damn season-inspired au, julie leaves seattle for her career but that includes leaving luke behind. 3 chapters, COMPLETED.

covered in the colors (pulled apart at the seams) | royalty au, julie and luke are young monarchs on opposing sides of a war. 4 chapters, COMPLETED.

take me back to the light | mythology au, in which julie is the goddess of the sun, luke is the god of the moon, and he doesn't know if he can spend an eternity chasing her. 2 chapters, COMPLETED.

oneshots:

i always fall for confidence (your compliments look good on me) | modern/high school au where luke is a part-time librarian and full-time simp for julie molina. word count: 9.7k

i know it's just a number, but you're the eighth wonder | modern/high school au where luke is forced to participate in the school's production of the music man, and is cast alongside human wrecking ball julie molina. throughout the strenuous high school theater process, they fall in love while their characters do, too. word count: 21.6k

i know your heart like the back of my hand | the "best friends go ring shopping" au. word count: 4k

your paint can stain my skin anytime you want | art student julie finds her perfect muse in hot surfer/guitarist luke patterson. word count: 11.3k

please don't leave (don't leave me in the shape you left me) | julie and luke meet by chance at the peer, and she thinks she's finally found someone to help her escape the grief of her mother's recent death. word count: 6k

wisdom teeth | canon universe, julie gets her wisdom teeth taken out and luke helps to take care of her. word count: 3.3k

fate will always take the reigns (and it wants you and me) | canon universe christmas/holiday fic, julie and luke softness. word count: 9.9k

i'm going out of my mind | the band joins james cordon for some carpool karaoke. word count: 3.5k

i can't dare to dream about you anymore | five times that luke and julie let dreams dictate reality, and the one time they take control. word count: 3.4k

cinnamon | thanksgiving with the newly extended molina family. canon universe. word count: 3k

another broken-hearted good morning to the good side of your ghost | what happens once the boys cross over, and what julie makes of it. word count: 2.2k

i'm sorry, but i feel in love tonight | julie makes a promise to herself, and subsequently breaks it. word count: 2.6k

i am always yours | luke learns about panic! at the disco and gets extremely emo about it. word count: 3k

i couldn't write a love song that captures you if i tried | julie and luke can cuddle in bed whenever they want, because ray can't see luke, and therefore can't catch them. word count: 3.9k

something good | julie and luke bond over loving the sound of music. word count: 2.3k

got you tonight | rose molina reflects on her family's legacy, and what comes after. word count: 1.7k

tumblr-exclusive drabbles + prompt responses:

she lives in daydreams with me (3+1 based off of she by harry styles)

always you-shaped thoughts inside my head (written in the We Found Wonderland universe by pink-flame)

julie brings luke back to life one makeout session at a time*

luke patterson doesn’t write love songs

“I told you to take care of yourself”*

kissing someone’s cuts/bruises*

forehead kisses/big warm hugs/peppering kisses all over someone’s face*

“Kiss me”

tugging on the edge of someone’s shirt

giggly cuddles

play-biting

“You took all the pillows, so I’m using you as one”

“Is that my shirt?” x “Can I stay here tonight?”

long hugs

[sky-neverending]

writing willex fanfic at 4 am 👍

“Alex, get UP!” was the first thing that Alex heard the morning everything changed. The second was the sound of a pillow flying through the air and hitting him straight in the head with a thump.

He groaned, rolling off of his makeshift-bed and covering his face with his hands. “What? What could you possibly want at-” he raised his hand to his face to check his watch, “6 in the morning?”

Reggie smiled down at him. “Your little boyfriend followed us on Instagram!” he exclaimed happily, like the statement meant anything at all.

Alex blinked. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” he said, pulling himself off the ground. “So I have zero clue what you happen to be talking about.”

From behind the couch-turned-bed, Luke let out an exasperated sigh. “Willie! Your skater friend, he followed us on Insta!”

“Good for him?” Alex said as he walked toward the small kitchen in the house he and his bandmates rented. “Why is this important enough to wake me up so early on my day off?”

Before anyone could respond, the front door sprung open, Julie on the other side. “Can someone explain to me why Alex’s boyfriend, who is practically famous, followed the band’s Instagram?”

“Oh my God!” yelled Alex, throwing his hands dramatically to his sides. “He is not my boyfriend!” He looked at the disbelieving faces around him. “He’s not. I swear, we’re just fri- wait. Did you say "famous?”

Julie nodded, holding out her phone. It was open to an Instagram account, the follower count nearing the 2 million mark. “He has even more on Tiktok,” she said as Alex peered at the phone, dumbfounded. “Did you not know?”

“I knew he made videos…” Alex trailed off, rethinking all of his conversations with Willie. Not once had the other boy mentioned having any sort of large following. “Did you guys know?”

The other four nodded simultaneously, and Alex glared at them.

“Look, buddy,” Luke started, walking toward him and resting a hand on his shoulder, “it’s not our fault you have the social knowledge of an old man.”

[catbooknerd22]

summary:

“Maybe we should write a love song, too?” Reggie suggested. “We don’t have any of those!”

”I have a couple poems and lyrics in my dream box that we can look at! I also have part of a love song written that we could also maybe finish?” she answered both questions, sounding nervous, and when she glanced at Luke for a quick second, Alex realized why. 

“Totally! Let’s hear it!” Reggie exclaimed, pumped up. 

“I- right now?” Julie asked. 

“Yeah!” Reggie grabbed his bass, ready to jam.

”Uh- is it ok if I work on it with Luke for a little bit first? I want him to be the first to hear it.” Julie asked, signaling for Alex and Reggie to leave.

OR: the boys decide they need more songs. Julie shows Luke ‘Perfect Harmony’.

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[strangercarla]

I Moved On, He Stayed There

It's been four years since Julie Molina left everything behind to study music & music industry in New York.

With her family's support she felt confident enough to leave home. However, there's a certain ghost who was left shattered.

Genre - Fluff & Angst

This will be a short fanfiction but I can't wait to post this!

[t-h-e-seance-tua]

I'm sorry (JATP One shot)

So here we go, turns out this has been sitting in my google drive for a while. I found it last night and finished it off. It might seem a little rushed, but time passes differently when you are in danger.

What actually happened after Luke, Alex, and Reggie ate those street dogs?

It was the tingling in his hands he noted first, it had started not long after he grabbed the hot dog.

He wished he hadn’t ignored it.

If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be in this situation right now.

He was kneeling beside Alex, who was screaming in pain. He was the first affected. He said his throat felt funny only one bite into the hot dog, now his throat was being burnt.

“Can someone call 911!” Luke tried to call out, but was starting to feel his own throat starting to burn. He watched as the man who had sold him the hotdogs pulled out his cell phone.

“Alex, hang on. They will be here soon!” Luke tried to comfort him. Alex didn’t reply, he couldn’t reply. He was curled up on his side, clutching his stomach. Suddenly, he began violently vomiting with no signs of stopping. He continued vomiting until splashes of red turned into a river of red.

“The hot dogs must have h-had battery acid on them,” Reggie said behind Luke. Luke turned to look at him and noticed he had started sweating. Luke could tell that Reggie wasn't okay, that the front he was seeing was fake. A pit started forming in Luke’s stomach as he realised this was serious. Luke tried to form words but suddenly was overtaken by a stabbing pain in his stomach. It came on so suddenly and painfully that he let out a scream.

“Luke!” Reggie yelled, worried for his friend. Luke tried to take deep breaths, to tame the pain but it didn't work. Instead, he put on a fake smile to make sure he didn't worry Reggie.

This can't be happening

“I'm all good, go, grab my drink. Quickly rinse your mouth out.” Luke told him, hoping it would rid Reggie's mouth of the battery acid.

Reggie nodded his head. He went to stand up but instead crumbled onto his knees before falling forward.

“Reggie!” Luke called out before making his way over, clutching his side. Reggie never responded. He felt down to Reggie’s chest and noted that it was rising and falling very slowly.

How was this happening? What was going on?

Luke tried shaking Reggie awake but he wouldn’t stir. He desperately tried pushing himself up from the ground to try and get back to Alex who had also fallen silent. His arms shook before his body collapsed onto the cold, damp street.

His mind began to run through everything. Everything he regretted. This was meant to be the biggest night of the career, of their lives. Instead, the young boy was lying face down in the dirty street, praying the pain would stop.

Why did he have to be so stubborn with his mom? He knew she only wanted what was best for him. After all, he was her only child.

Oh my god, mom.

Luke had suddenly had the realisation that he could quite possibly die on this street, and his mom would never know. His mom; the one that brought him into this world. The one that coaxed him from across the living room to take his first steps. The one that held tightly onto his hand as he walked into school on his first day. The one that bought him his first guitar. The one that had been there when Shirley, Luke’s first love, had broken his heart. The one who wanted the best life for Luke. The one that was worried that playing in a band wouldn’t support him enough on his own. His mother.

An anguished sob escaped his chest that hurt even more than the battery acid in his throat. He was so caught up in his thoughts he hadn’t even noticed the figure walking towards him.

“Hey kid. You’re okay,” The figure tried to comfort him. The figure mimed taking in deep breaths, which Luke mimicked and stopped his sobbing. “What’s your name kid?”

“Luke,” He whispered, trying his best to curl up in a ball hoping to relieve the pain in his stomach.

“Luke, don’t you worry. We are going to get you sorted.” The figure said to him. He could feel something placed over his face.

"My mom, I need my mom." He cried again.

“Don’t worry, we will contact her when we get to the hospital,”

“No, she doesn’t know where I am.” He tried to say under the mask. He kept his eyes closed, hoping that when he opened them he would wake up at home. He could feel his body being moved onto something softer, and he gathered that he must have been loaded into the back of an ambulance.

The figure continued checking him over, and asking him questions that seemed silly for the situation.

What's your name? How old are you? What's the date today? What time is it roughly?

Luke laid there in the stretcher, shivering even though he was covered in blankets as the person continued to ask him questions. When there was a lull in the questions, he quickly jumped in.

“The other guys, where are they?” Luke finally got to ask the figure a question.

“They are being looked after by my buddies, don't you worry.”

The figure continued to poke and prod Luke. Just when Luke thought the pain was going away, another wave rippled through. He felt as if it was ripping his throat apart. Was it ripping his throat apart?

He screamed out in pain and tried to desperately roll onto his side, hoping he could curl up and lessen the pain.

“I'm sorry kid, you've got to stay on your back."

“Please make it s-stop, please I'm b-begging you!” He screamed.

“I've already given you morphine, I can't give you anymore.”

“P-Please, I want my mom,” he cried, trying to move out of the figure's grasp.

“Don't you worry kid, she'll be here soon. We are just pulling up to the hospital now.” The figure told him. He could hear the unclicking of seat belts, and parts of a static voice in the background.

“Attention all units that attended Sunset Boulevard. This is an update that one of the patients-”

“Alright kid, let's go,” the figure announced, loud enough to drown out the radio. Luke opened his eyes to see now 2 figures working around him, getting him ready to offload.

“I'm gonna be sick,” Luke whispered, but one of the figures heard him and quickly gave him a bag just in time to catch his stomach's contents. The figures seemed to work quickly now at getting the stretcher out of the truck, and rushing towards a set of doors, all while Luke continued the throw up. He dropped back down onto the bed, closing his eyes. He was too tired to open them as he was wheeled into the emergency room.

“3 young males, found in an alleyway after accidentally ingesting battery acid. This is Luke, he has been alert and oriented the whole time,” The paramedic began to say as Luke felt himself being wheeled in before they dropped their tone, in a way so they hoped that Luke couldn’t hear

“I’ve just received word from the other crews who should be here soon. One of the males has been unconscious and convulsing since they arrived on scene, the other male has died on route here."

If the pain in stomach wasn’t enough, Luke could now feel his heart shattering.

“W-What do you mean they died? They couldn’t have. Who was it?” He yelled. All they did was turn and stare at him. Luke pushed himself up, trying to escape the gurney, only to be pushed back down by much stronger hands.

“Please, son. You can’t get up,” An older male said. “I’m Dr Macburn, I’m going to do all I can to save you and your friend.”

He knew that these words were meant to bring him comfort, but instead he burst into tears as the reality of potential death set in.

“I need my mom, please,” He whispered through tears.

“We are trying to get a hold of your Mom, Luke. Don’t worry, she will be here,” The older Dr said, holding onto the young boy’s hand.

Suddenly and without warning, Luke began to vomit. He screwed his eyes up and quickly turned to his side, trying to rid the bile but finding it hard to breath. He felt a tube go into his mouth and suck what was remaining. When he opened his eyes, he looked down and saw the stain that should have been green from bile was actually red.

He laid back down and sighed.

“Ring theatres, he is going to have a scope and then a laparotomy, to find out what is happening. We will most likely have to perform a tracheotomy too.” Dr Macburn called out to someone else, Luke was too tired to even open his eyes to see. “I want you to keep a watch on how much blood he vomits. He is obviously bleeding in his gastrointestinal track.”

“Sir, the other kid. I think we are about to lose him too.”

Luke could hear screaming as his mind swam through his thoughts.

What was going on?

Who was the other one on the way?

Who-

He didn’t want to think that thought.

Who was the one that had already died?

“You’re okay, you’re safe. Your mom will be here soon,” A voice tried to soothe him, he couldn’t tell where it was coming from, his eyes scrunched closed as if it was going to help stop the pain. The voice grabbed his arms and tried to rub them in a soothing manner. “Please, stop screaming. You’re okay. We are going to take care of you.”

Screaming? Was he screaming? That was when he realised the screams he had heard before were in fact his own.

He opened his eyes to see that a young nurse had been the owner of the voice trying to comfort him. He could see it in her eyes, she was worried for him. Did she think he was going to die?

“Please help me. Please don't let me die. Please,” Luke cried, grabbing the nurse's hand, not wanting her to leave him. “P-Please, I want my mom. She doesn't know where I a-am.”

“We've called your mom, she's on her way. She'll be here soon,” the nurse told him, brushing the hair out of his face.

He closed his eyes, imagining that the hand running through his hair was his mother's. Through his sobs, he let out a little whisper: “I'm so sorry, mom.”

Luke could feel his throat closing, he thought it was because he was about to cry but it wasn’t. No matter how hard he tried, he could not take deep enough of a breath. He opened his scared eyes and tried to look for the comforting voice from before, hoping they would help. As soon as he made eye contact with the nurse who was still trying to comfort him, she knew something was wrong.

“Sir, he’s stopped breathing!”

“We are going to have to perform the tracheotomy now! Grab the equipment!”

He closed his eyes again, trying to forget the pain and drown out the yelling that was happening around him. It was if he could feel how close death was, and he actually was wishing it would happen soon. He questioned every decision he had made in his life that led to this moment; dying alone knowing that at least one of his friends was already dead, and the other on the brink of death too.

It was at this moment, he noted the cold feeling spreading across him, as if it was the grim reaper himself wrapping the poor young boy in his arms.

“Mom, I’m sorry,” was all Luke could whisper as the darkness overtook him.

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I apologise for any emotional distress this one shot has caused 😂

[zerolostwalks]

willex: "Trust me, you'll absolutely love it."

Alex’s voice was soft, as he laughed, but it did nothing to calm Willie’s nerves down.

He chuckled nervously, and kept his fingers wrapped tight around Alex’s hand on his shoulder. It’s not that he didn’t love surprises but he could do without the blindfold, which was making him unexpectedly more nervous than he’d initially anticipated it would. 

“You know I trust you, hot dog, but how much longer do I have to wear this thing?”

“Don’t worry, we’re almost there.” Alex said as he pressed a kiss to his cheek.

(Send me a ship and a sentence, I'll write the next five)

[presleyluvschris]

Join The Dream

alive!luke patterson x girlbestfriend!reader

a/n: not requested, back after 4 months!

desc luke didnt know you could sing after years of being your best friend

wc - 1.8k

warnings slight cursing, fluff, grammar, not proof read

the door krept open as you got home from school, tossing your grey messy laced converse off of your ankles and sludging your backpack off one of your shoulders and onto the floor.

it was 4:09 pm, you had nothing to do besides an english paper. but that could be done later.

you walk across the kitchen to sit on top of the counter, your nike women's dry-fit socks dangling as you thought about something, anything to do.

reggie and alex were out making flyers for their upcoming band gig on friday, while your best friend luke was probably somewhere in your guest house messing with your dads old music equipment and speakers you had gotten out of some dusty boxes for him a few weeks ago.

what was there to do?

you make a raspberry with your lips.

laundry...done. homework..ish, done. rooms clean...dad didn't get home until 10...

you stare at your mom's piano in the crevice of a large indent in a wall as you hear the air conditioner buzz softly.

the house was dead silent. no one was home.

for some reason, your hands begin to shake and your throat closes up staring at the white keys and grand black figure just sitting feet away, almost feeling like an old friend waiting for you to come back to it again.

after years.

this was the longest you had ever beared to look at it before.

the blank truth was you had completely disregarded the thought of ever playing any musical instrument ever again after your mom had died of cancer four years ago.

especially the piano. especially singing.

it was all the things you and your mom had cherished with each other. everytime you tried to even look at it. all that could replay in the back of your mind was your five-year-old self playing and singing along to "i love you baby", with your mother and you giggling with her.

what was so wrong about it? that you couldn't have that same feeling anymore? you didn't know.

it just hurt. all of it did.

over the years you had become slightly jealous of luke, reggie, and alex for being able to enjoy music like it was a second nature. maybe thats because it used to be yours, too, and your love for music had been taken away. and you felt like you could never get it back.

luke never knew about your passion for music. neither did alex, or reggie. sure, luke had watched you play with your mom as a kid but he never knew that you had the same thriving passion of music that made you feel alive like he did also.

everytime he tried to get you to sing along to one of the songs he had wrote with reggie you just shrugged it off, letting them sing.

because when your mom died, music died too.

in fact, luke had never heard you sing before. not even in the car, the shower, nothing.

but would this be what your mother had wanted? never even singing on the radio just because of memories?

if you were honest, you hadn't been the same person when you gave up music. If you were even more honest, you felt a hole without it.

you decided to get off the counter and slowly creep over to just....look.

not play, of course, no.

just...looking.

just...sitting down at your mom's favorite stool..

just..looking at the keys..

just..feeling them..

breathing...

you flinch when you accidentally hit a note with your finger.

your heart immediately starts pumping and you feel your stomach sink.

technically, you did just...play.

so, technically, accidentally, you could just play another...

on purpose, this time, you press a note, taking in the sound of a piano again like it was something completely new.

again, maybe? just once.

you start to play a few chords, trying to dig back in your brain four years.

you remember of a song called "forever", written by you. when you were 14. a month before your mom passed.

after playing the chords a few times, it comes flooding back to you like a sudden tidal wave.

you start playing them in order, now, and start singing your lyrics.

tears fall down your cheeks and onto the keys as you play the whole song through, singing the chorus, the verse..

you lean back slightly, holding your hands to your chest with a sniffle.

you wipe your eyes, but then jump at the sudden touch of a hand on your shoulder.

you whip your head around, quickly backing away from the stool.

"what the hell!" you gasp, but then realize who it was.

it was luke standing in front of you, now. his expression completely shocked.

it was silent, the only sounds was you trying to catch your breath.

his mouth was practically on the floor.

"y/n l/n."

you swallow, "yeah."

"what the fu-"

you cut him off, and play dumb, "what? i was just-"

you turn your head slightly to look at the piano behind you and then back to him.

"i was just like, messing around, i dunno, it was like- something i came up with..like..uhm..."

"i-i have so many questions." he scoffs, "first, okay? why in the honey bunches of fuck did you never tell me you could...you could..sing like that?"

you take a breath to answer, but he keeps going.

"two." he puts his hands to the back of his head, "since when could you play the piano? what song was that? was it yours? your moms? is this why you've never sang before? why-"

"luke, it-its complicated. i-" you take a breath out and shake your head, "i wrote it when i was 14. secretly. kind of before my mom died."

"why didn't you tell me you could write music?" he almost sounds offended.

"i dont know-- at the time you hadn't even started your band with reggie and alex yet, and that was like..your thing, and i just couldn't handle doing music again!" tears filled the bottom of your eyes as you tried to explain.

he steps towards you, wrapping his strong arms around you, caressing the back of your head as he holds it so his chest, stroking it with his thumb gently.

"shhh, sh. you don't have to explain anymore." his voice is gentle and warm. "i get it. but, music isn't something i own, okay? i wish you would have told me earlier, and i dont know how i didnt notice this before."

a sob accidentally escapes into his chest, and luke feels his heart slowly sink into the floor. he was a tough guy, but he would always let his guard down for you.

he rubs your back in comforting circles, "its okay, yeah? this is a good thing. its a great thing."

he tucks your hair behind your ear, looking down at you as you look up at him with swollen eyes and a slightly runny nose, luke speaking to you in a low and comforting voice. "you are so beyond talented. You know what im thinking?"

you shake your head softly, with a small sniffle.

"you need to be our singer for the band." he looks at you and titls his head like he already knows what you're going to say. "n' before you say no, think about it. you could do it in honor of your mom? y/n, look at you. you have crazy chemistry with a song you haven't even tried playing in years. you could play your keyboard? its waiting for you in the guest house. It would be practically wasting this amazing gift you have. and i cant let you do that. you know it, too."

"luke-" you almost whimper from the thought of playing music...all of the time. not just when you had sudden courage, like..all the time.

"please." he begs, "you dont have to decide or anything right now...just..think about it?" he looks down at you with those same eyes. "for me?" he bites his lower lip with a small smile.

"fine." you barely say. he almost jumps from excitement and hisses in victory before putting his hands on your shoulders and looks at you in the eyes. "you wont regret it."

"luke, what if-" you stop. "what if i fail? like, im not as good as i used to be? i havent even tried writing songs again-"

"from what i heard today? the like, one minute of you just...singing, and playing, was-- like, crazy good and thats more than what regs and alex and i could ever even dream of." he smiles, his dimples peaking out like a deer in headlights, "it would be totally awesome if you could join our band. Like an honor."

as you look at him speak you bite your lips nervously, and let out a shaky "okay."

he towers over you, taking a step closer and looking in both of your eyes, you could feel his warm breath dripping down your neck.

there was a silence as you look into both of his eyes back, smiling back slightly

"there's that smile."

he leans in slightly, you breathing out, and then looking down as your tone becomes quieter.

"we shouldn't do this." you whisper.

he makes you look at him by putting his finger under your chin.

"we definitely shouldn't do this." he breathes, trying not to smile.

"definitely." you say, him matching your expression.

"definitely." his breath catches in the air.

your lips meet his as he gently backs you into a wall, picking your legs up and holding them with his palms up like a feather.

you feel his warm lips lock against yours over and over.

"y/n," he takes a breath out, finally pulling away making a small click sound from your lips seperating.

"yeah?" you gasp for air.

"i love you." he chokes on his words, "i know its soon. i know. you dont have to say it back." he swallows. "i just thought you should know. n' like - its totally cool if-"

"i love you too, luke."

his eyes meet yours again, this time his eyebrows slightly furrowed, "for real?" a smile quickly creeps up on his face.

you gently nod your head as he kisses your lips again once more.

"i-i dont know its like- when i saw you playing, and- it was just-" he pauses, laughing and shaking his head.

"you're so talented. so real. like, down to it, real."

he looks at you with his soft eyes, kissing your forehead.

"your hole's filled now, y/n."

your eyes widen in surpise, "how did you--"

he rolls his eyes and tuts, "cm'on, seriously? i know you better than you know you."

a little smile appears on your face. it really was him all along. he knew after you played again you got the spark in your eyes back that you had when you met him and you were now the same girl he fell in love with all over again since he was ten.

he runs his thumb over your jaw. "that spark, right here?" he puts his hand off your chin and presses a fist gently to your rib. "right there."

"you're back."

you giggle softly, "im back."

divider creds to @benkeibear my nav ★

[g1rld1ary]

hi baby !! 🧡

im sick rn and ive looked alllllll over and i couldnt find anything could you write a sickfic for luke from jatp where the female!reader gets sick ? reader is his girl 😽

im doing the same prompt on my blog because im so obsessed with the idea of sickfics and im such a luke girl

so you probably wont have much trouble figuring out who sent you this later if you look it up LMFAO 😍😍

pshsshssh thank you !! 🌼🌼

sick days ; luke patterson x fem!reader

➻ synopsis: you're not feeling well, but luke is here to look after you

➻ word count: 1905

➻ content: established relationship, implied aged up to early 20ish, pet names (love, baby, my girl), tooth rotting fluff

➻ obsessed with this request!!! i've never written a sickfic before so hope this is ok!! hope ur feeling better lovey xxxx

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Your body ached. That was the only thing you could feel. Actually, that was incorrect; you also had a headache and a snotty nose and you were pretty sure your temperature could boil water. In essence, you felt awful. You’d toughed it out for as long as you could, making yourself a steaming hot tea and cozying into the sofa for the night. It wasn’t making you feel any better. So, in a last ditch effort of saving your night, you dialled your boyfriend.

You smiled as his croaky, half-asleep voice came through your phone, murmuring your name.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You asked, brows furrowed as you checked the time, gasping when it read 1:45am. You thought it was still closer to eleven.

“Don’t worry about it, couldn’t sleep anyway,” Luke lied and you frowned, though he couldn’t see it through the screen.

“No, it’s dumb. I’m sorry I woke you up. Night, Luke.” You moved to hang up when Luke interrupted you.

“Baby, wait! Clearly something’s bothering you. What’s up?” You smiled despite your discomfort, your boyfriend always boosting your mood without even trying.

“Nothing,” You pouted in your puddle of blankets, “Just feel sick.” You could feel Luke’s pity without him saying anything and weren’t sure whether to be indignant or grateful.

“Can you stay awake for twenty more minutes, love?”

“I guess so, why?” You asked, turning the TV back on as something to keep you from sleeping.

“I love you,” Was all he said, hanging up on you abruptly. You smiled softly to yourself, willing your eyes to stay open as you tried to focus on the sitcom in front of you.

You were just dozing off when you heard your apartment door unlocking and the brief shuffling of feet in the entryway. Your grin brightened, the familiar butterflies returning to your chest, even after months of being with Luke. The man in questioned approached you quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as you looked up at him.

“Luke, it’s 2 am, what are you doing here?” You asked despite the obvious answer, opening your shield of blankets for him to crawl onto the sofa with you. He made you wait, tipping out his reusable shopping bag onto the coffee table in front of you. There lay a pint of ice cream, tea bags, painkillers, and your favourite chocolate. Suddenly you weren’t sure if the heat on your face was fever or blush. Silently you held your arms out, and Luke dove into them with all the enthusiasm of a child, peppering your faces with all the kisses he could manage.

“Couldn’t let my girl be sick on her own,” He mumbled, nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck, eliciting a bout of giggles from you.

“My very own Prince Charming,” You grinned, pecking his temple. After a gratuitous moment of cuddling Luke peeled himself off you, taking on the role of concerned caretaker. He was quick to dart into the kitchen, turning the kettle on for your tea and grabbing a spoon for the ice cream he’d bought. Sitting himself in the vacant spot next to you he fixed his focus onto the TV.

“What are we watching?” He asked, pulling the lid off the ice cream tub for you.

“How I Met Your Mother, I’ve just reached season seven.” Luke gasped dramatically, holding his hands over his chest in faux outrage.

“You continued without me? How could you?” You laughed at his accusatory tone, shrugging your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Lukey. You have to forgive me though, I’m sick,” You punctuated the statement with a pathetic cough, smiling as Luke easily settled down.

You watched in silence for a bit, both giggling at the stupid jokes. After a while you felt Luke looking at you seriously, but chose not to think much of it, continuing to tune in to the show. When he pulled out a thermometer, you raised an eyebrow. Luke wasn’t usually one to be so prepared, but you let him rest it on your tongue nonetheless. When it read a concerningly high number Luke frowned, silently popping the painkillers out of their packaging, feeding you with the insistence of a fed up mother hen.

“Why aren’t you a nurse?” You joked, swallowing the medication with a mouthful of melted ice cream, “Rockstar be damned.”

“Only for you, love.”

“That’s not true, I’ve seen you fretting over Reggie,” You laughed, and Luke couldn’t help but join you.

“That’s fair. You’re my favourite, though.”

“How unexpected.” You craned your neck to press a kiss to his jaw, revelling in the dumb grin that crept onto his face.

You both settled into silence, you leant into Luke’s side, his hands rubbing soft circles into your thigh. You could feel yourself drifting in and out of sleep, never quite able to stay in it for one reason or another. The blanket was too hot, you were cold without it, your head hurt. Nothing was quite right and all you wanted to do was sleep for as long as humanly possible.

“Luke?” You whispered, in case he was already asleep.

“Yes, love?” He replied, shifting his position to look down at you. You faltered for a moment, overwhelmed with the pure adoration in his eyes.

“Will you play for me?” Luke was up in a second, arranging you on the sofa. You giggled as he manhandled you, lying you down and wrapping you tightly in your blanket so you couldn’t escape. You teased him about being his captive audience as he tuned his guitar quickly, never being so grateful for his perfect pitch.

Without anymore holdups Luke began to play, plucking softly at the strings to create a melody that filled the air of your little apartment. His playing was like a siren call, pressing weights on your eyelids until you could barely stand to keep them open. You watched him while you could, admiring the way the faint light from the kitchen lamp made him look like an Adonis, his hair illuminated in gold and his features accentuated by the shadows. You couldn’t believe he was your boyfriend. Luke Patterson, heartthrob of Julie and the Phantoms was your dorky, adoring boyfriend who would make supermarket trips in the middle of the night for you. Who had your favourite ice cream memorised and your key attached to his, so he could come see you whenever he missed you (which was pretty much always).

Despite the various aches and pains that had overtaken your body, the only thing you could feel as you drifted off to sleep was the burning ball of light in your chest, a chemical mixture of joy and love and gratitude, overtaking your senses one by one until you were asleep, dreams filled of beautiful images of your boyfriend.

When you woke up the next morning, you figured out it wasn’t morning at all. Luke had evidently switched off your phone’s alarm after you’d fallen asleep, and it was well into early afternoon when you’d arisen. To his credit though, the sleep had done you some good, and you felt much less like walking death after an intense sleep.

You untangled yourself from the knit blanket, your feet wobbly on the hard wood floors. You had serious post-nap daze, and wandered through your flat looking for your boyfriend. The poorly made sheets on your actual bed told you where Luke slept last night — or this morning, more accurately — you smiled at the way he’d arranged your stuffed animals.

Stuck to the fridge under your New York City magnet was a note from Luke, explaining he had to go to rehearsal but he’d be back later to check on you. You pulled the paper off, travelling back to your room to put the note in your ‘Luke’ box, adding to the collection of notes and drawings he’d given you inconsequentially that you’d held onto.

As the afternoon ticked by you’d gotten onto your computer, figuring that although you were still ill you should try and get something productive done. You were armed with your box of tissues as you got started on an assignment you had due at the end of the week, and slipped your headphones on to get into the headspace.

You screamed as a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind, quickly dissolving into giggles as you realised it was only Luke, back from rehearsal.

“Your voice still sounds scratchy, baby, how are you feeling?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Better, promise. Tomorrow I’ll probably go to class if I get another good night’s sleep.”

“That’s my girl.” He grinned, and you felt your insides melting all over again. You closed the laptop, knowing you weren’t going to get much more done now that Luke was with you.

You spent the evening together, ordering in pizza from the place around the corner and getting slightly wine drunk as Luke told you all about his earlier rehearsal and the antics of his band. He sang you part of the new song he and Julie had written and you applauded dramatically, only stopping when you broke into a coughing fit.

“Wanna watch something?” He asked when you grew tired again, cuddling up to him like a cat.

“Barbie?” You asked hopefully, looking up at him with wide eyes. Luke sighed dramatically, but you knew he was just pretending not to like the animated movies you’d grown up on.

“Only if it’s Island Princess,” He offered and you nodded enthusiastically.

The two of you settled in for the movie night, Luke getting much more into the movie as it went on, as he always did. By the end you were singing duets — your voice considerably less pleasing than his, especially due to your illness — Luke taking on the role of the prince letting you be Ro.

As the credits rolled you felt your eyes closing again, and you felt eerily like you did as a younger girl, falling asleep on the couch after a Barbie movie. This was better though, because now you had Luke next to you. He’d taken his role as big spoon extremely seriously, and had all but become one with the couch, pressing into the back as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

You shifted your position to face him, watching his face relax into contentedness as he tried to doze off to sleep. Feeling you watch him he cracked one eye open, mouth producing a dumb grin that made butterflies erupt in your chest.

“What?” He asked, but you got the distinct impression he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Nothing,” You lied, but gave in easily, “You’re pretty.”

“You’re pretty too. Now go to sleep.” You nodded, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Kay, goodnight Lukey. I love you.”

“Love you too, my girl. So much.” His answer was muffled by him pressing his face into your hair to pull you closer, but you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face even as sleep enveloped you.

[okaybut-merelyplayers]

I both hate and love small fandoms. I feel so close to y'all but also what do you MEAN I've read all the fics under this tag??

[gambit-blogs]

Make sure to tell your JATP friends to watch the show on April 30. We are trying to get the show on the top ten on Netflix.

Feel free to share and any other JATP stuff on my page.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

that problem when you as a fic writer get into a tv show and you can already tell that you won't be writing fic about it bc it just doesn't have the cracks for your brain to force itself into yet you know you're going to want to binge it anyway because ReasonsTM so basically your brain is calling an effective hiatus for the next however-long-it-takes-to-watch-this-damn-show-and-consume-relevant-fanfic-for-at-least-a-few-weeks

[innytoes]

A/B/O Prompt List

In honour of Knot In My Name, the ‘Omegaverse is fucking up AI writing because they keep stealing fanfic’ fest, I made some A/B/O prompts, because fuck AI scrapers.

First heat

I know we’ve only just started dating but my heat arrived and I need you

Scent marking

I stole your sweater because it smells like you and it makes me feel safe

“Please, I want your knot.”

Why is it that I, the only beta in this OT3/4/5+, am the only one who knows what to do?

Pack dynamics

I’m trying to get things done but you smell so good

Heat caught them by surprise

Our Alpha pack member is having their rut and we’re doing rock-paper-scissors on who gets to help them out first

“You’re so cute when you’re needy.”

Knotting toys

The pack has one coveted article of clothing they all share

Courting

“I didn’t want to bother you at work so I kind of got started without you.”

Nesting

I didn’t know Omegas could have such big dicks and now I’m all flustered

“I want [Beta] to take care of me.”

Heat bond

We met via the Knottr app for a casual heat hookup and oh shit you’re my crush

Deciding to let someone new into the pack

Dystopian A/B/O AU

I love you, but your heats are so intense and I need back-up

Cute scent-based nicknames

Fuck all that, we are strong independent Omegas who don’t need an Alpha

Silly ways to pass the time while being tied together by a knot

Heat/Rut agency

“You get a little stupid when you have your rut, it’s cute.” 

Reciprocal heat

I know we’re both Alphas but I still want to climb you like a tree.

I have a specific A/B/O prompt in mind I’m gonna send you instead

[thatbitchmabel]

I'M LITERALLY BACK 😭 feels like coming home. so go on. what's the fic rec tea for the time I've missed?? 🥰🥰

Ah welcome back!!! Jatp truly is inescapable in the end 🫶 As for fics, there are so many amazing newer ones! This is a non comprehensive list of juke fics I’ve read recently:

it always leads to you in my hometown by @willexmagic. Everyone lives/no magic au that is magical to me, the development of Julie’s relationship with Luke and with her own grief is so brutally and beautifully real. Plus I drew art for it here. 

Congratulations, it’s a guitar! by @60sec400. AU. Julie tries to get back into music via learning the guitar. Only the guitar is named Luke— and he used to be a person. Come for the crack, stay for the gut punching angst and existential dread. And the crack. 

Ghostwriter by @mac-lilly , also an AU.Julie takes a job as a songwriter and finds her new fridge is haunted by a literal ghost writer. Who offers to help her out. He’s even got a hamster named in his memory. This WIP strikes such a good balance of delightful humor and angst and I’m so excited to see where it goes.

Lullaby by @flythesail. Post canon. Julie visits the garage when she can’t sleep. Cuddles and conversations ensue. This one captures the feeling of the show so well, and it’s so well written. 

There are definitely so many others I’m forgetting in this moment (and so many new ones I haven’t gotten to catch up on yet!) so if you’ve got one to rec, please add it on!  Enjoy the reading 

[catbooknerd22]

summary:

“Yes!” Luke exclaimed. “Oh my gosh, I could kiss you right now.”

Julie blushed, not noticing the red blooming on Luke’s cheeks. He says that to Reggie and Alex all the time. It’s fine. I’m fine, she thought. She totally wasn’t starting to have a crush on him! What? From one little comment?

OR: Luke is oblivious and doesn't know where the line between platonic and romantic lies.

link

[strangercarla]

Y/N And The Phantoms: The Characters

Clint Barton, 20s, singer & guitarist in Sunset Curve, died in 1995.

Scott Lang, 20s, bassist of Sunset Curve, died in 1995.

Steve Rogers, 20s, drummer of Sunset Curve, died in 1995.

Y/N L/N, 20s, singer & pianist, currently a soloist, alive (modern day).

[dixonsfawn]

should i start reposting all my old jatp fics now that the show is getting attention again and there could be a possible revival of the show??