#julie and the phantoms qpr

[invisibleraven]

cuddles after being touch-starved + Julie and her phantoms

One thing Julie notices right away about her ghosts is that they are incredibly touchy for a trio of guys from the nineties. Though she supposes they missed out on the last two and a half decades of toxic masculinity that made boys these days too self conscious to exchange more than high fives.

However, Julie could also see how much they sometimes needed affection from someone other than each other. Alex had Willie, but she could tell when he needed more, trying to self-soothe by holding himself as he rubbed his thumbs over his arms.

She could tell whenever Luke had been to see his parents, wearing his oversized shearling coat that seemed like the closest thing he could get to a hug. Trying not to cry when Reggie whispered it had been his dad's.

She couldn't help but notice that Reggie looked on oh so longingly whenever she or Carlos got a hug from her dad, wondering how long it had been since he had gotten a hug from an adult-any adult. When Alex told her it had probably been years-since his last visit to see his grandparents in Georgia-Julie did cry, aching to hug Reggie, to drag him into a hug with her dad.

But she couldn't.

Then... she can. Somehow her love for her ghosts makes them tangible, visible. Still ghosts, given their lack of heartbeats and to their frustration, still unable to eat.

But they can touch people now, and do. She catches Alex twirling with Flynn to a pop song, Flynn laughing loudly and clinging to him as they do overexaggerated moves. Then Willie would poof in and dance around them-Julie's magic doesn't extend to him being tangible, but he can be seen now, and Flynn delights in discussing art and queer history with them both.

Sees her aunt pulling Luke under her arm to show him how to make her empanadas, ruffling his hair and giving him sideways hugs, biting back smiles as she offers to bring his parents the food until he's ready to come with her. And holding him even tighter when he goes himself, eyes red but his smile brighter than ever.

Julie delights when she sees Carlos and Reggie bonding, acting like brothers-arm punches, noogies, and nudges as they battle over MarioKart. Has to hold back tears when she sees her dad pull Reggie in for a hug after he finds out he's been tutoring both Julie and Carlos in math, getting their grades up. Julie swears she sees Reggie tear up at that, and she definitely hears him sniffle as Ray holds him all the tighter.

But more than anything, her guys touch her. Grasping her hands to swing between them as they walk towards gigs, scooping her up to frolic amongst the waves even as she shrieks not to drop her, giving her piggy back rides from the beach back to the bus stop, resting their chins on her head as they stand behind her.

And hugs-so many hugs.

Sometimes it's just one of them-Alex seems reluctant, but Julie pulls him in when she sees he needs it, biting back a smile when he sighs into it. Luke is always enthusiastic with his hugs, twirling her around, grinning that big boyish grin of his when he sets her down. Reggie holds her tight, like he's afraid he'll disappear if he lets go.

But more often than not, it's all four of them. Snuggled together on a couch during a movie night, crammed together around the table writing lyrics, doing a band huddle before every gig.

Julie supposes that they needed it after ages of having no one but each other. She's not exactly complaining-she remembers when everyone was so afraid to touch her after her mother died, like she was fragile when she craved that deep touch.

So she delights in every touch, every hug, it's not like she doesn't get anything out of it.

But her favourite is when they all fall asleep in a big pile, slumped all over each other, seeking comfort and affection they had all been denied for so long.

And their love for each other makes Julie feel well and truly touched.

[are-they-queerplatonic]

Do you see them as a QPR?

QPR Definition:

"Queerplatonic relationships (QPR), also known as queerplatonic partnerships (QPP), are committed intimate relationships between significant others whose relationship is not romantic in nature."

QPR reasoning:

"- they're a band which is inherently a little queer platonic if you ask me"

[zerolostwalks]

We Run Together

Chapter 3

Reggie stayed frozen where he was when he woke up. He hadn’t even opened his eyes yet but his heart and head were already trying to run away from him. There’s no questioning if he had dreamed all his memories of last night. The unfamiliar smells surrounding him make it clear enough he didn’t. 

The musty scent of unused furniture, despite the faint lingering evidence of attempts to disinfect and clean the room, was on the edge of being suffocating. The flowery laundry soap clinging to the sheets below him was distinctly different from the one he’d used back home. Bobby softly snored behind him, mostly smelling of wolf again, and his wolf was happier than it’d been in years knowing he’s still there. 

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Mercer & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters & Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson Characters: Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, First Meetings, Queer platonic relationships, Pack is Band is Family Series: Part 1 of We Run Together Summary:

Somehow, he knew, through the faint scent managing to waft through the rain. He and this boy could share a stronger bond than he had with anyone in his last pack.

Utterly preposterous.

That wasn’t how scents worked. 

[daintyduck99]

Silently slipping cold hands in the other's pockets/sweater for Alex&anyone because that hoodie is begging for it

Alex is no stranger to getting hugged from behind by his partners; he can typically tell who it is by their shape and touch alone.

The wiry body that snuggles into his and the hands that nimbly slip into Alex's hoodie pocket, hands that are freezing even through Alex's layers, are Reggie’s.

His arms, now neatly tucked under Alex's, are unusually bare, and Alex sighs softly, knowing that Reggie hears the little smile in it as Alex continues to cook breakfast.

“What happened to your flannel, hon?”

Reggie mumbles into Alex's hoodie, most likely blushing as he says, “Julie fell back asleep on the sofa, and she looked cold.”

Alex shakes his head, still smiling. That's just like Reggie: generous to a fault.

“So you came to leech heat from me instead of curling up with her? I know for a fact that we've got blankets in there.”

Reggie hums, snuggling deeper into Alex, which makes him nearly unintelligible.

“Gotta spread the love equally, ‘Lex.”

Luke chimes in, then, his footfall and voice still a bit rough and sleep-heavy.

“And Julie doesn't have bacon.”

“Okay,” Alex says through a huffy laugh as Luke piles on too, squishing Reggie between them and making mobility impossible, “I see how it is. But if you don't let go of me, there's a chance I'll burn it.”

They let go like they've been burned, and Alex bites down on his smile before it can become a full blown-grin as they shuffle over to the table. Alex would bet his drum kit that they squeeze into the same chair.

The flannel-covered arms that firmly wind around his waist minutes later are Julie's, and Alex lets her steal a piece of bacon, which immediately makes Luke whine.

“What?” she says teasingly, helping as Alex starts plating things. “I said please.”

Reggie “whispers,” “She definitely didn't.”

Bickering and laughter abound, and in the middle of it all, with the table mostly set, Alex pauses to remove his hoodie and deposit it in Reggie’s lap.

Reggie, just having moved to his own chair, looks up with wide eyes and a slow-spreading smile. “Thank you.”

Alex shrugs, smiling back, and takes the opportunity to ruffle his already-messy hair.

“Gotta spread the love, right?”

“Not like that!” Reggie protests, but it's with a giggle, and the foot that playfully pokes Alex's shin as he sits is definitely his.

[innytoes]

3 sentence prompt! Bullriding au reggie ship of your choice! (Saw that vid you RBed and couldn’t resist)

(Listen this video is inspired and we all deserve to see Reggie doing it. Special thanks to @anotherfantom who created this AU in their tags and then let me spitball about it for a few hours.)

Reggie's move to the Big City hadn't really been planned. The plan had been to stay in town and help Meemaw and Pops on the farm and save up for college. But well, after he and the Johnson boy were caught making out in the Johnson's hayloft, it had been strongly suggested to Meemaw that maybe Reggie get out of town.

(He'd heard later that Johnny Johnson had sworn up and down it had been a one-time, drunken mistake. He'd enrolled in the army the next day, disappearing almost as fast as Reggie had. He wasn't sure what stung more: the denial of all the sweet words whispered in the dead of night, or the fact that Johnny was throwing his life away in the exact way he'd admitted to Reggie he'd been afraid of. And for what?)

He'd been so lonely those first weeks. Getting a low-paying job (or several) hadn't been particularly hard. He made enough to rent out some nice old lady's attic. She thought his 'yes ma'ams' and country accent were charming. And every week, after her Sunday dinner with her family, Reggie would come home from his late shift at the gas station to find a bunch of leftovers in the fridge with his name on it.

He actually found the place through his second job as a delivery driver. When he drove onto the street with all the rainbow flags, it felt like something of a dream. He was already making plans to go back as soon as he had a night off, but then he stepped in the door.

It was like something out of Reggie's dreams: a country themed gay bar. Wood floors, wood paneling, a big wooden bar with leather-covered stools. And in the middle of the room, opposite of a beautiful dance floor, was a giant mechanical bull.

With an incredibly attractive man, well, riding it. Slowly, sensually, rocking his hips in time with the movements of the bull and the music. And all Reggie could do was stand and gape, clutching the package in his hands.

"Can I help you?" A voice from behind the bar called. "We don't actually open until six..."

"Oh!" Reggie flinched. "Um, package for a Caleb Covington?" He turned to the bartender, who was also unfairly handsome. He had kind eyes and he looked very... firm under that denim shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and oh god, he was glad the bar didn't have many lights on, so maybe his blush wouldn't be so obvious.

The handsome bartender smiled and nodded over to the bull. "That's that show-off over there. Caleb! Package for you!" The man dismounted the bull in a fluent and mind-searingly hot move, and sauntered over. He looked Reggie up and down, and Reggie really wished the delivery uniform wasn't a pair of dorky shorts and a polo.

"I'll sign for that," Caleb said, and was Reggie just imagining it, or did it sound like he didn't mean the package?

So of course, after that, the second he had a night off, he went back. And again. And again, until he was recognised as a regular by all the other regulars. And of course, by Caleb and Ray.

His normal Wednesday night off was a pretty chill time at the bar. Which suited Reggie just fine, because when things were slow, Caleb wouldn't just do his scheduled show, he'd sometimes get on the bull just to show off.

And of course Reggie had to master the bull as well. He was pretty good at the fast settings they had, where the goal was to stay on as long as possible. He was actually number four on the board now, and he'd won a sparkly cowboy hat for making it into the top ten. But the slow setting... well, he was getting there. And it had lead to a lot of free drinks.

Except there were really only two people he really hoped would notice him. And they did. There were a lot of lingering looks and even some touches. Ray always let him in early, let him practice on the bull without paying, watched him with intense eyes from behind the bar. Caleb gave him all kinds of pointers, showing him how to move his body. That time Caleb joined him on the bull, Reggie nearly creamed his pants, it was so hot.

But neither of them made a move, and Reggie wasn't about to go wreck their marriage or anything. Flirting was one thing, but actually trying to kiss one of them? Ask them out? What if they got offended and said no? This place was the closest thing he had to home, to a community. He couldn't mess that up.

He was sulking his way through his third free coca-cola of the night (Ray was always very kind about telling people Reggie didn't drink, refusing to serve him anything he wasn't comfortable with. Instead of cocktails, he got a lot of free cokes, or sometimes even some bar nachos), watching Caleb on the mechanical bull, when another regular dropped a bombshell.

"What do you mean, wreck their marriage?" Fuego asked him. "Ray and Caleb aren't married. They dated like ten years ago, decided they'd be better off as friends, and that was that."

"But they-"

"Sound exactly like an old married couple?" Dante, Fuego's husband finished for him. Reggie nodded. Even when they bickered, there was an undercurrent of affection that reminded Reggie of his Meemaw and Pops. "Yeah, they actually sound more like a couple now than they did when they were actually dating."

"Sooo," Reggie said slowly. "You think I have a shot?"

"Kid, the only reason either of them haven't ravished you behind the bar is because you always leave before closing," Dante said, laughing when Fuego smacked his shoulder.

Oh. He did usually leave around midnight because he had an early shift the next day.

Maybe tomorrow he could call in sick.

He knocked back the last of his coke like it was a shot, squared his shoulder, and sauntered back up to the bull, waiting for it to turn the right way to hop on, wrapping his legs over Caleb's to keep hold. The man looked surprised, yeah, but his hands immediately settled on Reggie's hips, leaning forward to keep his balance.

"Hi," Reggie said, cheekily stealing Caleb's cowboy hat and putting it on. The answering smirk was enough to nearly make him fall off the bull.

"Hello," Caleb said, tugging him closer.

Oh, he was definitely staying until after closing tonight.

[reggies-eyeliner]

𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐏𝐒 (CLOSED)!

OPEN 2/26-2/24<3!! (5 SLOTS LEFT! [2/19/23])

I have not done matchups in ages but THEN I WATCHED Lockwood & Co?? I had this whole epiphany like. WRITING THESE WERE SO FUN HELLO?? matchups will be open from 2/16-2/24! please read through all of the rules :D If a submission doesn't fill out all the requirements, I am more likely to push it off until later, so please make sure to read it carefully! I SWEAR IM NOT GONNA MAKE IT TOO COMPLICATED OKOK LETS DO THIS VAMANOS&lt;333!

(AND YES PLATONIC MATCH UPS ARE OPEN FOR MY AROSPEC/QPR/PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP LOVING BABES GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW)

THIS IS LIKE A BUFFET. PICK AND CHOOSE WHAT YOU WANT BABES MWAHAHAHA

FANDOMS (up to two*):

across the spider-verse*

most animated movies (httyd, bh6, rotg^^)

lockwood & co*

stranger things

julie and the phantoms

avatar: the last airbender

the legend of korra

rottmnt**

voltron: legendary defenders

haikyuu

* i've only watched the series so far + i'm about to start the comics/books (and very excited to omg) !! just an fyi that my pairings will most likely revolve more around the characters featured in the series IM SORRY I SWEAR I'LL GET TO THE BOOKS/COMICS ASAP

**exclusively platonic matchups preferred/qpr!

TYPES OF MATCHUPS:

the classic: submit in matchup information + get paired with (a) romantic partner(s)! in return for the matchup information, you will receive: a 1x3 moodboard, one song + a hefty list of headcanons + a mix-and-match randomized trope explanation! (ex: a blurb about sharing a bed, first time meeting, fake dating confession scene ; ~100 words!)

the Fave Homie(s)™: platonic matchups (my personal fave MWAHAHA)! you'll get paired with as many characters as you'd like<3!! in return for matchup information, you will receive: a 1x3 moodboard, one song + a hefty list of headcanons + incorrect quotes describing your dynamic between you and your found family/best bro<3

customized schedule: submit what your schedule looks like throughout any day of the week (up to two) + matchup information (platonic or romantic), you will receive: an hourly schedule on what life is like with said character i match you with + the aspects of your life with them! (ex: 8am, wake up by their side + they make you coffee blah blah blah), + a song for each moment of the day to describe your dynamic :D

MATCHUP INFORMATION:

name + preferred gender(s) to be paired with

preferred fandom (up to two are okay, but please let me know which one you'd like me to focus on more!)

platonic and/or romantic + polycule preference etc + preferred age group!!

you can include your sexuality if you'd like to (only if you want me to touch on the aspect on how your matchup will support you because. yeah<3)

giving + receiving love languages

hobbies, talents, things that make you you (think: if this wasn't in my life, how different would i be?)

mbti/zodiac (optional)

personality, how you handle difficult situations

what consist of a good memory for you

favorite songs + music taste/colors/any kind of aesthetics!!

anything that brings you comfort/anything that doesn't give you comfort (can be about a relationship or just in life :-D)

OTHER RULES?

preferably off anon! i'd love to talk to you more after the matchup submission as well MWAHHAHA<333 if you're planning on being anon, an emoji anon would be p cool so we can chat more!

as i'm also a busy student, i will prioritize school-- if you submit a matchup, please be prepared to have up to anywhere from a 1-14 day wait! i'll send you a message that i got your ask hehe

you should totally use a pick up line in my ask box i enjoy pick up lines so much.

OTHER THAN THAT MAN write as much/little as you'd like!

[silent-silver-slip]

Wrote a little short story for @polyshipweek for Day 5: QPR

Summary:

Bobby opens the door, rubbing his eyes with one hand as he does so. He peers into the darkness, a pang of something--disappointment--settling heavy in his stomach. He'd thought- Well, no matter. Clearly the guys had gone out, or something, and he has the house to himself. Which. Isn't a bad thing, but...

Well, Bobby might get a little lonely from time to time is all, and maybe he misses them a little and had been planning to cuddle with all of them on the couch. It's not important really, and Bobby only hopes the guys are enjoying themselves.

In which Bobby comes home to a dark house, feels a little lonely, but finds that things are not exactly what he thinks.

[approximately12lbs-of-ducks]

I posted 9,347 times in 2022

That's 5,987 more posts than 2021!

26 posts created (0%)

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I tagged 392 of my posts in 2022

#stranger things spoilers - 46 posts

#reed’s rants - 40 posts

#the ducks quacked about something - 38 posts

#a question!! :o - 14 posts

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#danny phantom - 3 posts

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Longest Tag: 136 characters

#the way dodie says ‘i can finally see you’re as fucked up as me’ vs wilbur’s ‘shout at the walls cause the walls don’t fucking love you’

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Thinking about the way people say fuck. Like a gentle admittance. Like something tasting bitter. Something meant to punch. Something with reverence, like a prayer. Something with laugher still curling around it. Like a promise 

14 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

#4

I’m tired of being the weird kid. I’m tired of being your oddity to ogle at in the circus. I just want to be equal to the rest of you when I’m talking to you for once. I want to belong when I’m in your company. But maybe that’s on me. Maybe I need to stop trying to fit myself in with the audience when I’m the one on stage.

14 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

#3

See the full post

25 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

#2

By the way if anyone wants the events of c!Tommy’s exile arc on the dsmp. I am making a Comprehensive list of everything that went down (specifically related to Tommy’s mentality and how it shifts from beginning to end, and the specifics of Dream’s abuse) so if anyone wants me to make it a public document for reference just hmu  (Edit: it is now public! Link in the notes :])

27 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

*grabby hands* Danny Jason QPR gimme

AHA I wasn’t gonna write a fic but I also keep thinking about this every day so maybe I will lol. Premise of the story is they both have poisoned ectoplasm (no way they both have poisoned ectoplasm).

Danny (17) escapes the GIW who had captured him and were experimenting on him. One of the experiments was injecting him with a poison that feeds off ectoplasm (unknowingly). Danny escapes and runs around for a bit before settling in Gotham because he figures that the Bats won’t stand for a random group like the GIW coming into Gotham and being their destructive and unsubtle selves. He encounters Jason a couple times and they can Sense Eachother, usual dpxdc stuff. Eventually Danny saves Jason in a fight cause this is Ghost King AU and Jason is kinda Danny’s subject, and Danny obsession (which is again standard ‘protection’ vibes) extends to him because of that, so when Jason is about to get hurt, Danny is compelled to save him. N e ways Danny and Jason start interacting and hanging out more and eventually it progresses into a QPR. The poison in Danny’s system keeps getting worse until he caves and lets the Bats treat him - something he held out against for a long time b/c of his paranoia and trauma around medical stuff thanks to the GIW. He gets better n returns to Amity but visits Gotham frequently to see his partner and new friends.

I have a lot of other stuff bouncing around in my head too lol, Danny has very complicated feelings about not wanting Jason to get hurt and not wanting to hurt him, especially related to his poisoning, which I go feral over (It’s a two way street Jason feels the same way). Also have a whole subplot with Constantine and Danny and them confiscating books or things that tell how to summon Danny so the GIW can’t get their hands on kt. Tucker comes in near the end. I have lots of thoughts about how stressed Danny would be not being able to get back to the Ghost Zone to manage his responsibilities as it’s ruler. Also lots of thoughts on both Jason and Danny’s backstories (DC stands for disregard canon). I have a lot of thoughts about it all and about Jason and Danny maybe I should just write a fic. If u want me to elaborate on anything just send an ask I can talk about this all day lol!

Oh also I have Jason as 19 and Danny turns 18 in the fic (which definitely isn’t hard for him or for his friends and family back home who he hasn’t been able to contact)

102 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

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[the-tenth-wonder]

Happy

Happy pride month!!!!!!! Reminder to be gay and do crimes and also support your local neighborhood queers.

Omg you clicked keep reading hi I my favorite queer ships are: fish and chips, ghostknife, jedditavious, demonkicks, that one gay ghost and the skater ghost from Julie and the phantoms, byler, solangelo, slimemariana, angelstone, keeperschampion, I was really into grumbo for a bit, Stanley and the narrator, lumity, beeduo (/p or qpr), and any others that I like and forgot. Happy queering!!!!!!

[invisibleraven]

"We can look out for each other." + QPR JatP?

Reggie hummed as he scaled the ladder of Alex's treehouse, hoping he'd find his friend in there. That's where his mom said he'd find him anyhow. Only when his head popped through the opening, he saw Alex in a huddle, clinging to his knees.

"Lexie?"

Alex looked up, his eyes red-rimmed, and his bottom lip bitten raw. "Hey Reg," he said in a small voice.

"What's wrong?" Reggie said, scrambling over to his side. Alex shook his head. "You want me to call the others over?" Alex nodded. "Alrighty."

Reggie leant over, squeezing an arm around Alex, a tiny reassurance before he reached for the walkie-talkie. They all had one, using them to talk late into the night, to summon the others to their side at problems or just to let the group know where the ice cream truck was.

He pressed the button, wincing at the loud squawk it let out. "Y'all we got an upset Alex, can you hustle over here pronto? Over."

"Ten four good buddy, hopping on my bike now," Luke replied. "Over."

"Sorry, trapped doing chores," Bobby grumbled. "Alex you can keep me on the channel or tell me later, over."

Alex shook his head subtly, and Reggie nodded. "He'll call you later Bobbers. Stay strong, over."

"Papi is going to walk me over in a few, and mami is giving me cookies to share. Chocolate chip, Alex's favourite," Julie said. "Over."

"I hope you're bringing enough for everyone, because you're crazy if you don't like chocolate chip," Reggie replied. "See you all soon, over and out."

Reggie sat there, softly rubbing Alex's back, breathing deep in hopes his friend would copy the rhythm, instead of the stuttered, rattling thing he was doing now. Humming a Whitney Houston song, grinning when Alex slowly started to sing along, his voice shaky and unsure.

They were still going when they heard Luke's bike hit the ground under the tree, and Julie's dad calling out to be home for supper-and that they were all welcome, as always.

"Alrighty, what's the problem?" Luke asked as he sat criss cross on an apple box he had claimed as a chair.

"Is it your parents?" Julie asked quietly as she handed Alex a cookie, then one to each of the other boys. "Are they being awful again?"

Alex waved his hand back and forth in a so-so motion, taking a bite of the cookie. "They started going on about high school starting next week, about the clubs I need to join, the girls I need to meet up with. They made it sound terrifying and horrible."

"Did you ask Livvie?" Luke asked around a mouthful of cookie.

Alex shook his head. "She's away with friends out of town, at some cabin or another. I don't know how to get in touch."

"Will she be home before she heads back to school?" Reggie asked, taking smaller bites of his treat, wanting to savour each bite.

"For a few days, mom insisted," Alex replied. "I'll talk to her then, but that's ages away."

"We're all in the same boat you know," Julie said quietly, nibbling her cookie. "None of us know what high school will be like. What the teachers are like, or the classes. I'm nervous."

"I'm not," Luke said with a shrug. "School is school. Same boring subjects, same awful food."

"You can front all you want, I know you aren't that brave," Reggie said, playfully shoving him. "But it'll be alright. We can look out for each other."

"We always have each other right?" Julie asked with a wide grin.

Alex finally managed a smile at that. "And we always will." He reached for another cookie. "Do you think the school has a set of drums I can use?"

"I bet they do," Luke mused. "Maybe we can see about us all taking the same music class, start up that band we always talked about."

"You're never giving up on that are you?" Julie asked with an eye roll.

"Nope!" Luke replied jubilantly. "We all rock, we all play instruments. Julie's dad knows all those club owners to help us get gigs, and can film us."

"Bobby's lola has the van, and she'd drive us around, until we can," Alex added.

"I can design a super cool logo for us, if we ever decide on a name," Reggie piped up.

"Well let's get to high school first and we can figure the rest out later," Julie said. "For now let's get out of this tree house, I can hear it creaking every time one of us moves and I'm terrified it'll collapse under us."

At that the wood gave an ominous groan and they all shared a look, scrambling out of the tree house, which was still standing when they were on the ground, but Alex silently thought if any of them tried to go in it again they would be coming down with it.

"So, what's for supper?" he asked Julie. "It's not your dad's spaghetti is it?"

"Come on, Ray's spaghetti isn't that bad," Reggie argued.

"Yes it is," Alex and Luke chorused.

Julie giggled at that. "It's mami's night to cook, so it's probably going to be tamales and pork adobo bowls."

"Yum!" Reggie exclaimed. Then he picked up the walkie. "Hey Bobbers, you up for Rose's cooking for dinner? Over."

"Anything beats leftover meatloaf," Bobby's voice came down the line. "I'll be there in thirty, then you can tell me what I missed at the meeting. Over."

"You're supposed to say over and out Robert," Luke teased. "Over."

Alex grinned as he listened to his friends squabble, laughing and joking with each other. Knowing that despite their arguing, he knew he could count on them-no matter what. And he always would.

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

20 questions writer meme!

Tagged by @onlygenxhere, Thanks! :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 12 (I'm still just a bebe writer)

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 106,918

3. What fandoms do you write for? Julie and the Phantoms

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Phantoms Watch JatP: I am actually so, so proud of this one and have been considering rereading it for myself because I know I did some really funny shit. It's like the title says but they're in a QPR and aged up quite a few years. It was my very first ever fanfic and I'm happy that it led me to writing as much as I do now.

I'm Underneath the Undertow: This has been such a labour of love and a processing device for some really traumatic shit in my life and I'm so happy that others are enjoying reading it. Basic premise is Reggie supporting Julie through grief (in a platonic friendship - this is important to me) and then Julie and the rest of their friends (and Ray) supporting Reggie through major trauma.

Gem in a Black Leather Jacket: I still can't believe how this one came about. This entire series exists because I was trying to find an organic way for the boys to be introduced to a band I love and connect to them and then it spiraled fantastically. This was such a fun way for me to play with Reggie's bi crisis.

Neurotic to the Bone, No Doubt About it: Some Alex backstory and bonding with Julie wrapped up in the band's love of Green Day and Pansy Division. Also the result of aforementioned band introduction attempt.

Hit Like a Girl: My newest addition to the same band-related series and it was a lot of fun. I wanted a way to plug some women rockers I love, complain about algorithms 😅, and make Carrie a closet metalhead.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? YES! Gosh, I appreciate comments so much and for me, receiving ao3 emails about a writer replying to one of my comments is often almost as great as receiving an email about a comment of my own.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? This is complicated but technically I guess Underneath the Undertow? Even though it doesn't end on angst but there isn't like... a happy resolution to the big trauma. Most of my endings are probably just neutral? I don't actually know (feelings are hard for me).

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Hmmm... I guess probably The Phantoms Watch JatP? I only have one plot-driven fic so far but this one ends with a cuddle pile sleepover iirc.

8. Do you get hate on fics? – Not yet. I don't really know whether to expect any or not but I do wrap my politic into my writing so I'm preparing for it to happen eventually. Hopefully with the shrunken fandom I'm safe? We'll see.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Negatory. I've found my way back to reading it but I don't think writing it is within my skillset or comfort zone.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? omg. I'm actually so mad about this. No. I have not. Yet. But a dear mutual (whom I will not tag without their permission) has put a crossover idea into my brain and I HATE IT but it will probably get written eventually so it can leave me in peace.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not yet but I am in the middle of one exploring asexuality that I may co-write with an allo friend because there are too many things I don't think I understand well enough to write how I want to. We shall see. I'm also a bit of a control freak so the premise terrifies me a little bit but also seems fun.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? Oof. Within JatP only? For canon compliant, probably Juke or Rayvorose (I will fight you, I said compliant)? But gosh, I love Willex too. The longer I spend in the fandom, the more ships I love. Polycurve and polyphantoms? Adore. Flarrie. Boggie.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I don't have high hopes for the one based on an old band vlog. I keep toying around with how to make it work but I think a lot of what I find funny or want to use for the Sunset Curve boys requires video. We'll see though. I thought I'd never get anywhere with my 'Bad Bobby' fic and now I'm... a whole lotta words in.

16. What are your writing strengths? I don't like this question. Not just because I don't know how to compliment myself but because I genuinely do not know. Maybe someone who's read my stuff can share their opinion.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I struggle with connecting scenes and endings. I'm sure there's other stuff too but honestly same note as above. Oh. And titles.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? If it's something I can easily google (not translate but actually get context for) without falling into a deep rabbit hole, I'll do it. But I would generally prefer not to.

19. First fandom you wrote for? JatP

20. Favorite fic you've written? Oh. Like of ALL of them or just what's on ao3 so far? Because I'm quite fond of some of my little Tumblr ficlets... 🤔 I need better guidelines! If we go for >1k... AH I still don't know. I'm just gonna say The Phantoms watch Julie and the Phantoms cuz it's been on my brain lately.

I'm not going to tag anyone directly but if you see this and want to write one up, please pretend I did (and tag me so I can read it?). I get really in my head about not missing anyone or tagging someone who doesn't want to be tagged so to avoid that, I'm gonna skip this step.

[zerolostwalks]

We Run Together Link Compilation:

My Fics and Notes:

A Hold of Me

Julie's Surprise Wake Up

Worlbuilding Notes (More thoughts)

We Run Together (WIP) (Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)

Fics Inspired By:

It's a supernatural delight by @invisibleraven

Ficlet by @daintyduck99

[daintyduck99]

you make me smile (please stay for a while)

So @innytoes prompted me with omegaverse in an ask game and I talked about how I *would* write it. Then I couldn't stop thinking about this scene...so I wrote it XD

You can find it here on AO3!

Even though he knows his flannel won't be there, Reggie checks between the cushions of Luke's couch for the fifth time.

Still—he has to look. Sometimes he misses things that are in front of his face.

He huffs when the couch predictably fails to produce it. It must've been there—for a while, too, with the lingering trace of its scent—but that's also kind of a problem.

Their scents are everywhere now, his and Luke's and Alex's along with Julie's, so it's nearly impossible to distinguish much, let alone track that way. If he really tries, he can guess when everyone was here, but—

Oh! Maybe he doesn't need to track anything. Maybe he can just ask someone.

Ray points him toward Julie's room. Her door is ajar, so he doesn't knock—she'd said that they could come in now if the door is open. Reggie bounces through.

“Julie! Have you seen—”

She whirls around with a squeak. After a beat, she tries to shield the nest that's taking shape on her bed with her body, but she's too tiny. It's adorable, though.

“It's not…” she starts to say, only to falter.

Reggie’s eyes slide past her. The nest she's making looks cozy, and compact—like it'll last a while, unlike his, which are always a bit sloppy and tend to unravel if he rolls around too much.

Warmth blossoms in his chest—and his cheeks—as he spots his flannel, which is neatly wedged between some hoodies.

But—they could've sworn she's a beta.

Just now, though—she's not a good liar.

And her scent has changed some—it's not sickeningly sweet, so she can't be building a mating nest. Her scent has gotten stronger and sharper, though, and it's only spiked since he entered the room. So—

“Julie,” he says slowly, “are you—stress nesting?”

She bites her lip, lowering her eyes.

“Maybe? Um. Sorry I never told you—”

She gasps as Reggie lifts her in an ecstatic hug, only to let out a little laugh as he swings her around, then pulls her close.

“You're like me,” he breathes. “Sorry you're stressed—but your nest looks so good already! Please show me how to do that.”

She laughs again, nuzzling into his chest.

“Only if you promise to cuddle me in it. That'll make me less stressed for sure.”

A deep purr rumbles through his chest involuntarily, but she responds in kind before he can be embarrassed about it.

She's less stressed already—her scent isn't so sharp—and he smiles into her hair.

Julie shows him how she tucks everything together. She's got something from everyone—she even has Luke's fuzzy sadness flannel, which he had evidently lent to her the last time she was sad.

Reggie wonders if she realizes the significance of this, then shakes his head. Even if not—you'd have to be blind to miss the way they care about one another, the way they click. Sure, they all click, but—

It's—hard to say if it's the same. Thinking about it beyond the somewhat vague scope of family/pack makes his head hurt.

Kinda like the way everything smells so strongly, now. It makes it hard to tell anything apart—and the headache thing.

The scents don't make his heart ache, though—much. Not if he doesn't think.

It doesn't take long to finish the nest—their nest, now, she insists, even though he really hasn't contributed much. Still, his bits are less sloppy, and the way she beams at him when he successfully hides some loose sleeves makes him blush.

They curl up in the center, which is very cozy—cuddling with Julie is always cozy, but it probably helps that the bottom of the nest is mostly layered with sweaters.

She nuzzles at his neck, lazily scenting him, and he's warm all over, safe and loved and a fluttery sort of content that manifests in another purr. He kisses the top of her head, mildly scenting her back.

And really—her purr sounds just as pretty as her singing. It quickly lulls him to sleep.

“This is the cutest shit I've ever seen.”

Reggie cracks one eye open to look at Luke, who pouts back at him.

“You didn't have to stop purring.”

Reggie flushes. “I was still—?”

He pauses. Faintly, Julie's purring in her sleep, and her hands are knotted in the back of his shirt. It is, in fact, very cute.

Alex digs his elbow into Luke's side.

“I tried to tell him not to barge in here because he even said your scents were all sleep dull, but no one ever listens to me—”

Reggie and Luke both interrupt at once.

“I listen to you!”

“The door was open!”

“Okay.” Alex rolls his eyes. “But yes. You were both purring. And Luke was—”

Luke coughs. His face is red, which is unusual for him—but his cough feels less than genuine, and Alex smirks like it's not.

“Anyway,” Luke says pointedly, “does this mean that Julie's—? Is that her nest, or—”

Julie hums. She's stopped purring, but the humming's just as nice. She doesn't move.

“It's our nest. And you could ask Julie.”

Luke smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn't know you were up.”

“Of course she is,” Alex says with a snort. “How's anyone supposed to sleep through the loudest conversation in LA?”

“It's not—” Luke cuts himself off. He turns to Julie. “So, um. Are you an omega?”

She nods, burrowing further into Reggie.

“I know it's not a big deal to you…just, when we met and you assumed I was a beta…my suppressants must be better than what you guys remember. They mask the obvious stuff in my scent, usually. And I wasn't fond of you then, so I let you assume…and then it felt like I waited too long to tell you the truth. I'm sorry.”

Luke's sheepish smile has morphed into more of a wolfish grin. “You're fond of us?”

“Of course that's what you latch onto,” Alex mutters, sounding equal parts exasperated and fond, himself. Luke has that effect.

Julie hmphs. “You know I am, don't tease. Otherwise we won't let you in. Right?”

“Right,” Reggie agrees, “no more teasing.”

He's rewarded with another purr from Julie, and it looks like Luke and Alex very much want to tease him about it, but they don't. They carefully climb into the nest.

Alex burrows into Reggie’s side as he and Julie shift a bit, while Luke just lays on top of everyone like a weighted blanket. It’s—

Perfect. Yeah. This is pretty much perfect.

The next time he can't find his flannel, he's not worried about it. He knows it'll turn up.

He knows his head and his heart better.

And he was right—this, they, are perfect.

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reggie smooching his bandmates because he is full of love and he needs an outlet and his friends are happy to be there for him

[inactivejatpblog]

(qpr) aroace demigirl Julie x aroace trans demiboyflux Luke

[malecacidd]

Qpp juke hcs? Qpp juke hcs.

Julie is acespec (and kiss-averse) and Luke is arospec!!

Don't even look at me but juke qpr and julynn on the side

It takes them what feels like years to figure their shit out. At first they do all the traditional romantic stuff (including kissing) until Julie speaks up and is like hey!! I'm not really comfortable with that!! And Luke is like that's totally fine I don't mind at all and ily!! And then they keep doing traditional romantic stuff minus kissing and it takes so long for Luke to finally admit that hey!! He's not v comfortable with a few of these things that they're doing!! And Julie's like bitch!! You should've said something sooner!!! Ily and it's okay!! And then everything works itself out

When Luke tells her how he feels she's like don't worry!! We can be qpp's and he's just like. What is that. And then she explains and then they live happily ever after good night.

They tell people they don't know very well that they're dating just because that's what it can look like from afar and it's much easier than explaining everything

But ofc the gang (alex, reggie, flynn, willie) knows, and they eventually tell Ray and he's supportive bc he's literally the best dad ever

And even though they both agreed it would just be for the best that people assumed they were dating they still want to throw up any time that someone says they are, even though technically they were for a bit. Just the thought of it is so weird bc they've been at this state of comfortable-ness for so long

Not to randomly insert my pronoun hcs in here but he/she/they Luke

They hold hands a bunch. Like all the time. Like if they're standing next to each other and able to, they are holding hands.

FOREHEAD!!!!!!! KISSES!!!!!!!!! ESPECIALLY WHEN ONE OF THEM IS FEELING DOWN OR SAD!!!!!!! JUST!!!!!! FOREHEAD KISSES!!!!!

They share clothes constantly. Well, the entire gang does, but it is rare that you'll find them sleeping and Luke won't be wearing one of Julie's hoodies and Julie won't be wearing one of Luke's sleeveless shirts

Not to put another random Luke hc in here but Luke is allergic to sleeves in the daytime but at night he is constantly cold and rarely doesn't have sleeves on, even in the summertime

The gang has movie nights every friday bUT juke has their own movie nights by themselves and even though they take turns in picking movies the other always complains if they didn't pick it

Flynn and Luke always joke that Julie is going to leave them for the other BUT they all always know that it's a joke and that Julie loves them equally just in different ways. It's always a joke and they all always know it

There's also a running joke that Flynn doesn't like Luke and he is just constantly trying to win her over but really she loves him and the impact she's had on Julie's life

One time Flynn and Luke went to hang out and Julie pretends that she is very offended that her qpp and girlfriend are leaving her for each other

They're constantly giving gifts to each other because "I saw this and thought of you"

They can be random things from stores or even just rocks that they found outside

I'm not saying that Luke is the one who is good at cooking I'm just saying that he's the one who is good at cooking

Julie draws him in her notebook one time and he literally cries when she shows it to him

They don't do short hugs very often,, when they do hug it's nice and long and comfortable and I love them more than anything

Everyone starts to refer to them as juke when they're together. "Oh, juke went to the movies" "Yeah, juke is being sappy again," Stuff like that, and they pretend that they hate it but honestly it makes their hearts feel so warm

Anyways they love each other that's all good night.

(@sunsetcurvecuddles)