#jatp songfic week

[flynn-taylor]

you could be the beauty (and i could be the monster)

a biker gang!juke au for @jatpsongficweek for word (monster)

wip/unpublished | probably M

When Luke had refused to hurt someone that owed Caleb money, Reggie had been sent into a drug deal alone. He’d stumbled home with a broken nose and three cracked ribs.

When Luke had disrespected Caleb in front of the rest of the gang, Alex’s family had been told about their son’s homosexuality. As a consequence, Alex had found himself homeless and drawn more closely into Covington’s web.

When Luke had been especially reckless, pressing his knife to Caleb’s neck during a private meeting in his boss’ office, Bobby had been sent to settle an argument between Covington’s gang and The Phantoms, the club’s closest rivals. Luke and Reggie had dragged him out with a bullet in his back, a shattered kneecap, and a whispered plea on his bloodied lips.

Luke had finally caught on: if he falls out of line, his friends get hurt.

[i wanna be your slave - måneskin] // [my ao3]

[curvesomesunsets]

don’t you ever leave me alone

the one where Willie stands at the bottom of a hole he's made, and the others come to save him.

The sound of several pairs of feet pounding on the tarmac and a rapidly beating heart fills Julie’s ears. Her own feet carry her with more speed than she thought possible this morning, then still full of bone-deep weariness and the aches of yesterday’s battle. 

But now, none of that matters. None of it matters because the Hollywood Ghost Club exploded, and Alex didn’t even wait for the news reporter to finish her sentence before he flew out of the door of their apartment. None of it matters because Willie went back to the club last night, and nobody has heard from him.

my day four (angst and home) entry for @jatpsongficweek, link in the reblogs!

[caswellseyes]

gonna be free and i’m gonna be fine (maybe not tonight)

written for @jatpsongficweek day two, for the prompt ‘free’! i used florence + the machine’s song delilah and wrote a little exploration of willie’s life after the events of the orpheum, something i’ve been wanting to do for a while. i’ll put the link in the reblogs, but here’s a little peek:

Every ghost has something that makes them feel alive.

Well, not actually alive. Dead is dead, after all. But they all have that one thing that makes excitement bubble up in their chest, that makes thrills shoot through them. They feel connected, tethered to the world around them in a way they ordinarily don’t, floating around between lifers that don’t even notice them.

For Willie, that thing is obvious. His skateboard and helmet were the only things to come to the afterlife with him like they were tethered to his soul. He had lived for skateboarding, had literally died doing it. It was no surprise that skateboarding was his thing now, too.

[angelofarts]

JATP SONGFIC WEEK

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[cucumbers-and-olives]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Alex Mercer/Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Caleb Covington & Willie Characters: Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Caleb Covington Additional Tags: Angst and Feels, no beta we die like orpheus, Inspired by Orpheus and Eurydice (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Inspired by Hadestown, Song: Wait For Me (Hadestown), Song: Doubt Comes In (Hadestown), idk what else goes here?, Creepy Caleb Summary:

We all know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice.

But what about Alex and Willie? A love taken away but a man with no regard for others.

Will fates change, and Alex and Willie, make it out unlike their pair? Or are they destined to repeat the same fate?

Mu submission for @jatpsongficweek, Day 2: Angst.

[fireflyingaway]

JATP Songfic Week; Day 7

Genre; Pop

Theme; Love

Word; Monster

Song; Angel Baby - Troye Sivan

this is one of my many worldbuilding monsters so i knew there was no way i was going to have it written in time for @jatpsongficweek​, but when this song came out one of my first thoughts was *sigh* you’re going to do something with this, aren’t you? so then i started conceptualizing a willex angel au, because usually when things happen i try to shove them onto willex. i was going to write a summary idea for it, but everything kinda went to shit by the end of september and now i have a horrible, horrible dry spell so all i have to offer is a moodboard as a form of concept art but i think it looks pretty sick.

happy songfic week, y’all! and look forward to this bad boy coming out sometime, maybe for another songfic week down the line? 👀 we’ll see...

[silent-silver-slip]

hero in the mirror

It’s officially @jatpsongficweek and I am super excited for it!!

Not gonna lie, I struggled a bit with the first prompt, going with the theme of girl power. Hopefully, this fic fits with the theme! You can find it here on ao3. And the song that inspired it is Hero by Afrojack.

All around the world, there are people telling little girls that they aren’t good enough, aren’t right, aren’t ever going to make it. All around the world, there are stories of heroes rising up above, and they are white and male, and Julie is neither of those things. All around the world, there is the same story being beaten into the bones of girls everywhere—you do not rise, you do not lift your chin, you just bow your head and say ‘okay’.

All around the world, there’s a movement that’s been growing for centuries. All around the world, there are people daring to make new heroes, rewrite old stories. All around the world, there’s a new story being whispered—lift your chin, hold their gaze, dare to say no.

[stellarspecter]

@jatpsongficweek day 4: angst fic!

songfic for haunted house by sir babygirl. bobby's at a party and he's definitely not having a good time.

[fiddlepickdouglas]

Bad Habit - Boggie

Tw: smoking, swearing, Rated T

A couple years after Reggie's death, Bobby is in therapy and not-so-successfully working through it. It's kind of hard when he misses the greatest person he ever knew and he can't celebrate his birthday. Bobby has so much to say and the person who deserves to hear it isn't there.

[jatpsongficweek]

Prompts for Day Four (4th October) of JATP Songfic Week

genre: Classical theme: Angst word: Home

Here are the prompts for the whole week!

All the details about this event can be found in this post.

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[flynn-taylor]

your ship is sinking and it's far too far to swim to shore (take my hand and i'll lead you back to land)

a pirates!juke au for @jatpsongficweek for genre (pop)

wip/unpublished | probably M

"I thought you promised to behave if I let your crew live," he murmurs. His voice is quiet but holds a distinct air of authority and it rankles against Julie’s skin. 

"You should know better than to trust a pirate." 

He laughs once, short and sharp. Julie presses the knife closer to his neck in surprise but, much to her annoyance, he remains completely relaxed. She can feel the strength of his broad frame as she presses him back against the wood but his muscles are loose. He is allowing her to manhandle him; to threaten his life. 

Julie narrows her eyes and returns his glare. 

"What's the plan here, sweetheart?"

[told you so - nathan evans] // [my ao3]

[echocharm17618]

Jatp appreciation week - Thirsty Thursday

Its thirsty thursday for the jatp appreciation week so I'm gonna link to all the places you can find me and to some my personal favourite fics I've written because @pearlcaddy said so :D

Find me on:

Insta EchoCharmWrites

AO3 EchoCharm

Masterlist

Taglist

Fav Fics

Grief is a Five Letter Word - Julie-centric, about the five stages of grief

One Love - Songfic based on the Marianas Trench song One Love

So that's how it happens - Juke Soulmate AU

To Cry and Eat Ice Cream - Julie gets her period, and Luke helps her out

[caswellseyes]

ao3 link!

gonna be free and i’m gonna be fine (maybe not tonight)

written for @jatpsongficweek day two, for the prompt ‘free’! i used florence + the machine’s song delilah and wrote a little exploration of willie’s life after the events of the orpheum, something i’ve been wanting to do for a while. i’ll put the link in the reblogs, but here’s a little peek:

Every ghost has something that makes them feel alive.

Well, not actually alive. Dead is dead, after all. But they all have that one thing that makes excitement bubble up in their chest, that makes thrills shoot through them. They feel connected, tethered to the world around them in a way they ordinarily don’t, floating around between lifers that don’t even notice them.

For Willie, that thing is obvious. His skateboard and helmet were the only things to come to the afterlife with him like they were tethered to his soul. He had lived for skateboarding, had literally died doing it. It was no surprise that skateboarding was his thing now, too.

[michelangelinden]

Songfic Week Day 4 - “Home”

"Ghost in your arms (would it be so bad if I stayed)"

Fellas. I didn't finish my fic :( so here you have the first part of it, consider it a teaser for the rest. (Thank you to Anna and Angie for organizing this <3 @jatpsongficweek)

Based off of "Ghosting" by Mother Mother (quite literally). Willex. 1k words.  Rated G. 1st + 2nd person pov (wild, I know, it works, I promise).

   I’ve lived with a lot of people in my time.

   Some were nice, kind, watered the plants and cared for the birds, cleaned the windows, and kept the lights on in the hallway during the night. They avoided me for the most part, frowned at the open cupboard doors and the creaks on the staircase and confusedly placed all the pencils back in their appropriate drawer. They watched how the birds danced around me in the afternoon sun, enjoyed the strange phenomenon of the animals flying around a spot in the air that wasn’t there – and yet was definitely something.

   Some people were less nice, rude sometimes, shooed the birds away when they pecked at the windowsill and cut off all the ivy running up the old stone walls. They hunted me, rushing after the trail of cold air that I brought with me, leaving salt in the doorways and crucifixes on the walls. It never stopped me.

   I’ve lived with a lot of people in my time and none of them were the same as the last. But they all had one thing in common.

   Not ever has one of them dared to set a foot onto the attic. I’ve seen them take peeks inside, lifting the hatch in the floor to look around, but they all got scared by the mess and the dark and the spiders and the cold aura that never leaves in the space that I call my home. It’s always quiet, the thick wooden floor letting almost no sounds of the house come through. The only light spilling into the low room is from a small window in the roof, painting distorted shadows onto the slanted ceiling.

   So even though I invaded the house, their space, more often than not – ghosting along the hallways, the rooms, daring to go into the garden to dance with the birds – my space would always stay my own, my retreat, my home.

   That was until you came along.

   You, with your hair as golden as the sun and smile as bright as the stars, your eyes curious and wondering as you stepped around the house for the first time before entering and taking a deep breath, as if you’ve come home after a long trip.

   You wandered through the hallways, took a look into each room and behind every door and I could see you painting it with yourself behind your eyes. The other people all turned the house into theirs, leaving themselves all over the rooms and the walls, but for some reason I was more excited to see how you would do it than I was by anyone before you.

   I followed you around, exploring everything, glowing from excitement and joy, watching you find something new with every step you took.

   And then you found the entrance to the attic. And never have I been more scared of a reaction to it. I went up first, wanting to welcome you into my space and when you pulled down the ladder and climbed upstairs too, I held out my hand to help you up. You didn’t grab it.

   I didn’t dare look at your face as you took in the room, let your gaze roam from the beams covered in spiderwebs over the dusty floor all the way to the tiny window. The sun was high that day, its light illuminating the dust particles floating through the room like slow motion. I thought it looked beautiful.

   And apparently so did you. Because your small gasp made me turn around to you and your face was shining, your eyes huge and I think that, if I hadn’t known it before, that would have been the moment I knew you were different.

   You were the first to actually fully enter the attic, everyone else always fled after the first look at it. You heaved yourself up and turned on the spot, taking in the whole room and you let a small laugh slip past your lips that made my chest light up. I don’t think I have ever felt more alive than in that moment.

   You went back down after that and for a moment I thought that that was it, that that was the only time you would spare your time for the attic. Oh, was I wrong in that.

   You unpacked the things you needed most, picked your favorite room in the house as your bedroom, the one facing the garden, with a big window through which I knew you would be able to see the fireflies dancing at night, the stars fighting to shine for you, the sun tickling your nose first thing in the morning.

   Then you grabbed a broom and a rag and climbed the ladder to the attic again.

   It was a marvelous and slightly painful sight, watching you sweep the floor, wipe the beams, swirl up dust in the room, coughing violently but with a hopeful smile on your face, like you believed you could turn this shady attic into the room of everyone’s dreams. I believed you.

   You spent your time up here, with me, until the sun no longer shone through the small window. The floor was cleaner than I have ever seen it and the air was thick with dust particles but, through it all, I could still see your pride of having achieved something. Even if that achievement was only making me appreciate you. And even if you didn’t know you achieved that.

   I lied next to you in your bed that night. You were exhausted, the move, unpacking, cleaning, you fell asleep as soon as you pretty head touched the fabric of the pillow underneath. You were facing me, the moonlight shining through the window hitting your soft features in all the right places, one hand closed into the fabric of the duvet, the other lying open in front of you.

   I watched you sleep, peacefully, and wondered what you were dreaming. Nice things, I hoped, for they would turn into reality, as your first dreams in a new home, or so I’ve heard.

   I tried taking your hand. Inched my fingers closer to yours, afraid, tried to link my pinky with yours but it phased right through. It left your hand lying untouched and my skin tingling.

[angelofarts]

@jatpsongficweek

[cucumbers-and-olives]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Alex Mercer & Julie Molina & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters, Ray Molina/Rose Molina, Julie Molina & Rose Molina Characters: Julie Molina, Rose Molina, Ray Molina, Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Car Accidents, Song: Legends (Kelsea Ballerini), Song: This Feeling (The Chainsmokers & Kelsea Ballerini), Love, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, special surprise at the end, Angie is amazing, Happy Birthday Mom, Hospitals

Summary:

Julie and Luke discover that their soulmates, and their relationship is okay for a few years. But then, Julie gets into a car accident because of Luke. Do they come out the other side unscathed? Or will the bumps in the road be too much for them?

This was a birthday fic for the amazing @angelofarts!! Posted the last chapter, so here’s the tumblr post! 

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