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Nightmares

Chapter 1: Billy

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Major Character Death Categories: Multi Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Is Alive, Post-Battle of Starcourt, Post-Season 04, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Nightmares, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Gay Billy Hargrove, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Disabled Billy Hargrove, Disabled Steve Harrington, Disabled Eddie Munson, Harringroveson, Metalsandwich, Harringrove, Mungrove, Steddie, Everyone is grown up, Established Relationship, Additional Tags to Be Added

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HEADS-UP: If you're triggered easily, as a general head's up: there's graphical descriptions of injuries and how they happen, though everything is pretty much canon, and also there's canonical character deaths mentioned and described but all characters end up living.As a personal note: as someone who had to come to terms in living with the cards I've been dealt with, I've wondered how these three would come to terms with a new set of really shitty cards. And because there's hardly any angst for them as a trio, here's some. Enjoy 💜

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Chapter: [CH 1: Billy] [CH 2: Eddie] [CH 3: Steve] [CH 4: Eddie] / ?

Summary: It was just another night at the Harrington-Hargrove-Munson residence. They were adults, all of them in their thirties. Yet the past tugged their insides from time to time and reminded them about the horrors they’d experienced as teens. All of it felt like a twisted, fucked up dream to them. But their bodies reminded every single day that those things really happened.

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He’s falling. He feels light as a feather as he floats in the air, out of time and place, between this second and the next one. He wants to remain here where there are no burdens, no hurt, just peace. Here he’s free. But then he feels his stomach drop as the gravity snags him and starts to pull him towards the floor. The scream that just left his mouth hollow is still ringing in his ears. It’s one of the last things that’s still lingering, apart from his life.

For the shortest of moments, he thinks how nice it is that there are fireworks. It’s the fourth of July after all. The thought of going to the quarry and see the fireworks over the city sky from up there passes his mind. Maybe he’d finally make the move he’d thought about for a while now and kiss Steve. He wants so much to know how Steve’s lips feel like against his own, if they're soft or chapped. To know how Steve tastes like and if he really is as good a kisser as the girls at school say he is.

But he’s falling. He feels his life pouring out of him, leaving him and vanishing into that ethereal peace that was in between time. It's twirling from this plane of existence into another one like water into a drain.

He always thought dying would hurt. That he would feel pain when he was dying. But now as he’s here, actively dying, even as the mind flayer has ripped his chest apart, there’s none of that. There’s only remorse.

Remorse over things he never said. ‘Max, you’re not so bad.’ ‘Fuck you, Dad.’ ‘Mom, why the fuck did you leave me?’ Or over things he never did. Not kissing Steve on top of it all. Remorse that his life was already ending before it had even started.

The fall ends as he meets the floor. His whole body bounces at the impact when the hard concrete tiles greet his wrecked body. The hit is hard enough to spurt the blood that was clogging his lungs out of his mouth.

He hears someone calling his name, but the sound is muffled, like it’s coming from underground. Suddenly, he’s so, so tired. All he wants to do is sleep. To vanish into that place between time.

But the voice is persistently calling him.

He feels someone touching him. Warm hand stroking his chest and shoulder, a colder hand gently caressing his cheek.

“Billy...” the voice calls. “Billy, you need to wake up.” “Wake up, Billy...” another voice says. “You’re having a nightmare, baby.”

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Billy snapped awake. He could still hear his own scream in his ears, and it gave him a strange déjà vu as he saw the shadows dancing in the ceiling, around the dome light. He’d been here before. In this room, screaming just like this. And that’s how he returned to the now. He was home.

He was breathing heavily, like he’d just run a marathon or something. But he was alive. More than he’d ever been.

“I’ll go get some water,” the other voice said, and someone got up from the bed, making the springs of the mattress creak. And then Steve was looking at him, smiling affectionately. “Hey, baby,” he said and laid next to BIlly, placing his arm over his chest. “You came back.”

Billy turned one his side to face Steve and broke into heavy, heaving sobs. He was so happy that he was here, alive, and in Steve’s embrace. Steve pulled BIlly tightly against him, wrapping him in a warm embrace. “You’re okay, Billy,” he murmured, and pressed a kiss on Billy’s temple. “You’re alive, you’re at home. You’re safe, baby.”

“How’s he?” Eddie asked when he came back into the room with the glass of water and set it on the nightstand. “I think he saw the one where he died again,” Steve replied. Eddie grimaced. “Ouch.” He laid himself against Billy, wrapping himself around him, and searched for Billy’s fingers that he found tightly clenched into fists against Steve’s chest. He kissed Billy’s neck softly as he rubbed the fists gently to help the tension in them to ease. “Babe, you’re safe. Nothing can hurt you.”

It was just another night at the Harrington-Hargrove-Munson residence. They were adults, all of them in their thirties. Yet the past tugged their insides from time to time and reminded them about the horrors they’d experienced as teens. All of it felt like a twisted, fucked up dream to them. But their bodies reminded every single day that those things really happened.

Compared to Billy, even Eddie’s experience of how the end might come wasn’t as bad. And according to Steve, his issues where nowhere near neither of them. Both Billy and Eddie rolled their eyes whenever Steve said that dying was the only serious injury on his scale, so his problems were minor.

It wasn't a pissing match between them but Billy had drawn the shortest straw. Steve and Dustin had done their best in giving him CPR the whole 14 minutes it took the paramedics to arrive at the mall. They had done a miracle and first gotten his pulse back and then kept him alive long enough, though just barely. The surgeons had been operating on him at the hospital for twenty-one hours, all of which Steve had spent in the waiting room, refusing to be taken to the ER and rest.

Everyone had said that Billy would never wake up. That his body had suffered so badly that it would’ve needed a miracle to bring him back in any form.

Billy’s father had already decided to pull the plug on Billy when Steve'd started to talk to Billy. He had talked about everything that had happened, and then slowly, he had started to tell Billy how he felt. How he’d had a crush on him for a while and that he was sorry that he’d done nothing about it. After he’d confessed his feelings, a few hours later, Billy’s brain had showed signs of activity.

Steve had literally brought Billy back.

He was kept in a coma for one more month more before the doctors finally had woke him up.

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”Hey,” Steve said when Billy slowly opened his eyes. Billy heard Steve swallow hard and let out a soft, uneven breath. He squinted at the brightness that assaulted his eyes and he grimaced, closing his eyes again swiftly. Something clicked, and the light turned off. ”It’s dark now. You can look,” Steve said. Billy opened his eyes again, his eyelids heavy. He looked up blinking slowly, but couldn't really see anything else but shadows. Shutting and opening his eyelids was hard, as if his eyes had been closed for ages. “You came back,” Steve whispered. Billy tried to talk, but his vocal chords didn’t catch the command from his brain and all that came out was a raspy breath. ”Oh, yeah, water,” Steve said and soon pressed the straw on Billy’s lips. Billy took a sip and almost immediately had a coughing fit as the water fell into his windpipe. ”Okay, take your time. You haven’t used your mouth and all that stuff for a very long time. And you had a tube in your throat for a while too to help you breathe.” ”Where am I?” Billy asked when he could breathe steadily again. His voice sounded all wrong to his own ears, like a crow’s caw, and speaking hurt. ”You’re in a hospital,” Steve said and placed his hand on Billy’s. The touch felt familiar to Billy. As if it was so natural that his body had gotten used to it. He tried to move his hand, but it barely twitched. Steve picked up the hint and wrapped his fingers around it, squeezing lightly. ”You’ve been here for a while.” Steve paused. He swallowed hard several times.

Billy something wet falling on his hand. Tears. Steve was crying.

”The doctors thought you’d never wake up,” Steve continued with a wobbling voice. ”Fuck them,” Billy croaked. Steve let out a relieved laugh. ”I can't tell you how happy I am you woke up.” Billy was too tired to speak more, but he turned his lips into a tiny smile. Steve squeezed Billy's hand a bit tighter. ”You need to sleep. I’ll stay for a while longer.” Steve swallowed again loudly. ”I’m glad I was here when you woke up for the first time. I’ll bring Max to see you tomorrow after I pick her up from school.”

Even after being awake barely for ten minutes, Billy already had so many questions he needed answers. Foremost about how he was alive.

Because he remembered dying. Being swooped into darkness and simply not existing anymore. Being snuffed out like a candle. No film of the events of his life running in front of his eyes, no bright light poetically inviting him into it, no deceased relatives waiting for him at the gates. Just...nothing.

But his eyelids were heavy, and they forced themselves closed.

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“I died,” Billy whispered when his sobs eased. “Yeah. You did,” Steve said, stroking Billy’s side. “But now you’re alive and kicking,” Eddie said, and snuggled tighter into Billy’s neck. “Do you want some water?” “I want a shower,” Billy said as he became aware of the dampness on his back, his forehead, and the sheets under him. “Do you need help?” Steve asked quietly as he stood up and helped Billy up. “’m fine. You just go back to sleep.”

When Billy left the room, Steve and Eddie looked at each other. ‘As if’ was silently hanging in the air between them. There was no sleeping after Billy screamed his lungs out in a cold sweat, startling them awake and switching their lizard brains instantly into panic mode.

“I’ll go make some coffee,” Eddie said and got up. Steve sighed. “I’ll change the sheets.” Eddie was almost out of the room when Steve continued. “I’m so tired,” he sniffled. “I’m just so fucking tired.” Eddie turned back into the room and rushed to Steve. “Hey! No need for that, babe,” he said and wrapped his arms around his shaking lover. Steve hugged him back and buried his face into Eddie’s hair. “I know,” Eddie continued and gently swayed them from side to side, calming Steve’s sniffles. “You gotta sleep in the other room for a while again.” “But it feels so wrong,” Steve whispered. “Babe,” Eddie said and pulled back to look at Steve. He placed his hands on Steve’s cheeks. “Do we really have to have this same discussion each time the anniversary gets closer?” Steve looked past Eddie’s gaze, biting his lip and looking miserable. “You know Billy understands and I understand. It’s not for forever.” “I know,” Steve whispered. “You need sleep. Please, Steve.” “I hate you need to take care of me like this,” Steve said quietly. “Of course I’ll take care of you. Because you're a fucking caretaker, you put everyone else first and won't leave anything for yourself. And then you break into hives without warning and can't stand straight for days and at that point you're no good to anyone. Who else is there to take care of you but me or Billy, hmm? I love you." “I love you too," Steve whispered. “I’ll go make some coffee. You change the sheets. But you should go back to bed then, honestly. Just sleep in the guest room. I put the sheets there the other day, ready for Max and Lucas when they come for the fourth. I’ll stay awake with Billy.” "I don't think I can sleep anymore, I have to leave in an hour or so anyway. But I'll sleep there tonight. Should we call Max and cancel?” “No fucking way! We’re not letting this shit stop ourselves from living this time either.” “I guess you’re right.” “You know I am. Now, c’mon, let’s go.”

Billy let the hot water run on his back. His scars tightened and ached whenever he had nightmares about the past events and hot water eased both symptoms. He was re-living the horrors of his past with his whole body, and especially when the nightmares were of his death.

The dream was still haunting him, even though he reminded himself that he was awake and that it was just a dream. He could still feel the mind flayer’s tentacle pulling his insides, and he rubbed the massive scar it had left behind, trying to rub the memory away.

The nightmares always became more frequent with the anniversary of the events getting closer and as the fourth of July was just around the corner, he'd been waking up screaming and covered in cold sweat three-four nights a week for the past few weeks.

Which meant that none of them really got to sleep properly, but he felt especiqlly shitty to have awaken Steve, again. He could see just by looking at Steve’s face that he wasn’t getting enough sleep.

He had told Steve that he should sleep in the guest room with earplugs and not to stress over him. That it was more important for Steve to be able to work over these few weeks than to stick literally by his side. Steve couldn't handle any stress anymore, and waking up several nights a week to his boyfriend screaming wasn't exactly good for him. But the idiot wouldn't listen 'because it feels wrong to leave you guys alone'. He loved Steve more than life but by god could that man sometimes be stubborn in all the wrong ways.

And besides, Eddie was always there when Billy couldn't sleep because he didn’t have to be awake at dawn like Steve did. Obviously it made it difficult for Steve to get to work when Eddie had to stay awake with him—because Eddie was their designated driver. Steve would have to take the taxi—again.

He could always drive Steve to work too, of course, as it was one of the few things he could actually do, but Steve didn’t trust him to drive after he’d had nightmares. The horrors might still jump in on him in the next junction if something unexpected happened and he’d lose sense of where he was. Steve was right, of course. Like he always was.

Which felt like shit, too. That he still wasn’t able to handle a thing like that, staying in the present after some dream and more than a decade later. His shrink always said that he’d gone through ‘an unfathomably stressful event'. He’d probably suffer from the aftereffects for the rest of his life. And that he 'should just try to adjust to that thought'.

He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself and put on a robe and opened the medicine cabinet, taking two pills from the Ativan bottle with his name on it. He stared at the tiny white tablets for a while before swallowing them dry. He hated it that he had to take fucking pills so that he could live a somewhat normal life. Not that it ever had been that, not really, but especially not anymore. He grimaced.

Just like about the shock of dying, the shrink always reminded him it was okay to take care of his family the way his body allowed him to. His nerves had been fried in several parts of his body and in general his body just didn't work like it should've. Could probably be expected after what he'd gone through.

The worst were his legs. There were good days when he could walk around almost like he used to and then there were days he couldn't even get up from bed without his cane. At least he could still drive, but not with a normal car. Though, he'd pretty much gotten over the humiliation of having to control the car just by hands when Steve had bought him a new Camaro with adjusted controls.

He did what he could and he consciously knew that he pulled his weight. But for some reason, even after all this time, taking care of their home, cars, and cooking—and being hell of a cook—didn't feel like enough. He wasn’t bringing any money to the table. He was just a parasite...

Eddie halted Billy’s thoughts by drumming his fingers on the bathroom door. “Hey, sweet cheeks, stop spiraling into hopelessness.” Billy tsked, “Don’t fucking call me that,” he groaned. “Gets your attention every single time, though.” Billy snorted. “And you have sweet cheeks, peaches.” “Fuck off, Munson.” Eddie laughed. “Come on, there’s coffee.” Billy unlocked the door and opened it ajar, knowing Eddie was right behind it. A hand with a mug of steaming coffee extended from behind the door. “Your coffee, milord,” Eddie said dramatically. Billy took the mug, and Eddie grabbed the door handle from his side, fully opening the door and bowing as deep as he could, stretching his arm out. “Welcome to the land of the living.” Billy wanted to call Eddie an asshole for calling him sweet cheeks yet again. Eddie knew he absolutely loathed that nickname. But the bowing gesture made him feel warm and fuzzy, and he couldn’t help but to smile a little.

They went into the kitchen, where Steve was making breakfast for himself. Billy set his mug onto the kitchen counter and wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist, pressing his face into the nape of Steve’s neck. “You should be back in bed.” Steve leaned his head on Billy’s. “It’s okay.” Billy placed his jaw on Steve’s shoulder, and Steve turned his head to give a peck on his lips. “I’m sorry I woke you up again,” Billy whispered and stroke Steve's chest with his hands. “Don’t be, baby,” Steve whispered back. “I should’ve gotten up soon, anyway. Might as well go to work a bit early. I’ll pick up something to eat on the way home so you can rest.”

Eddie turned on the cooker hood as he sat on a bar stool next to the cooker. He took the ashtray from the kitchen counter. “Was it any different this time?” he asked Billy as he lit a cigarette to go with their coffees. Billy shook his head as he pulled another bar stool by the cooker. He took the smoke from Eddie, taking a drag. “No. Just the same old same old. Being ripped apart, falling, dying. All the good stuff.” “I’ve actually started to die in a new way in my nightmares,” Eddie said as he lit a smoke for himself. Steve joined the discussion. “Oh? That’s new.” Eddie nodded. “It’s not always the bats that kill me anymore. Sometimes it’s my blood. The fucking virus they left behind.” Steve looked at Eddie, concerned. “When did the dreams change?” Eddie smiled at him sadly. “A while back. I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d worry, babe. It doesn’t make any difference, anyway. They’re just bad dreams.” “What did doctor Owens say when you were checked last time?” Steve asked, not convinced. “Babe, I told you. Everything is as good as it can be, considering everything. I go there again next week.” He took a drag from his smoke and tapped the ash from the end of the smoke into the ashtray. “Did I tell about the new shit he wants to try on me?” “That some experimental drug for treating...what was it? Blood cancer?" Billy said. “Yeah, that one. He says that he’s hopeful about it,” Eddie said mockingly. “Eddie, you shouldn’t...” Steve started. “Yeah, I should try to remain positive about it,” Eddie interrupted him. “I know, Steve. You know it always just...isn’t that easy.” Billy stroked Eddie’s cheek with his fingers, then pushed a strand of hair that had gotten loose from Eddie’s bun behind his ear. “You’re alive, baby. That’s all that matters.” Eddie clenched his jaw, and the smoke between his fingers trembled a little. “Oh baby,” Billy said and took Eddie’s free hand in his, squeezing it gently. “You’re important to us, to me and Steve. We love you. Nothing would be the same without you. It’s all worth it.” “He said that I should take a week or two off from work when the treatments start,” Eddie said quietly. “Apparently that shit is potent.” “When will it start?” “Next month, when the first preliminary testing phase for the drug starts.”

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #harringroveson #harringrove #mungrove #steddie #harringrove fic #metalsandwich #angst #emotional hurt/comfort #major character death #suometar writes #nightmares

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pink-flame · 2 years ago

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Moodboard and summary for a hypothetical fic I haven't actually written yet for @jatp-sci-fi-week Fairytale with a Sci Fi Twist

Julie has never known a life outside of the palace walls with her father King Robert and the many cyborg servants that keep the elite members of society (the Grimms) comfortable. She's never enjoyed being waited on by those who seem every bit as human as her despite their bright green robotic upgrades (the Frogs) but her father has always assured her that they chose to serve. Luke on the other hand knows that most Frogs are coerced into getting their upgrades due to crippling poverty, or worse swept off of the streets and given no choice at all. To make matters worse all Frogs are kept in line through the chips inserted when they get their upgrades (The Curse) that cause them excruciating pain when they refuse the order of a Grimm. But he's also grown up on stories of how a Frog can shut down their Curse Chip and gain their freedom if they kiss a member of the royal family. He's pretty sure it's just a dumb story meant to give hope to his chronically hopeless people but when fate leads to him crossing paths with a runaway princess who just so happens to be drop dead gorgeous and just as into music as he is...he starts to wonder if finding out the truth behind the legend could be a good thing in more ways than one. Meanwhile Julie is facing a reality that is nothing like what she's been told, the truth about her birth family, and the realization that there is such a thing as a cute Frog. Will the princess kiss the frog and what will become of their separate worlds if she does?

#juke #jatp #my fics #jatp sci fi week #jatp sci fi week fairtytale with a sci fic twist #listen #I get these ideas and I need to make it everybody's problem #I love a revolution type plot have people noticed #Luke has a green robot arm #but he's human #good for him

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lovealexhunt · 2 years ago

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2022: ☆ January ☆ February ☆ March ☆ April ☆ May ☆ June ☆ July ☆ August ☆

Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer [HollywoodU] [Red Carpet Diaries]

Restless [RCD]: Alex is having trouble falling asleep… for some reason…

The Bogart Diaries #33: National Dog Day [RCD] : Alex forgot National Dog Day, so they take Bogart out for a special afternoon with all his favorite things, but is it enough?

Trapped (Hunt’s Journal) [HWU]:Hunt reflects on his night being trapped in the studio with Alex.

My Weakness (Hunt’s Journal)[HWU]: Following the events of the Date Auction in which Hunt was punched by and then punched a drunk idiot to defend Alex and confessed his weakness to her, he goes home and journals about the events.

The One I Want [HWU]: After confessing to Alex she’s the one he wants at his dinner party, their moment together lingers a little longer.

Being Together [HWU]: Hunt and Alex are taking the ferry to Catalina Island for their first official date.

Forbidden Romance [HWU]: Hunt can’t stop himself from critique films, even on a date.

Worth the Risk [HWU]: At the drive in, Hunt and Alex await the movie’s start.

Moving In Together [HWU]: Following Rachel’s wedding, Hunt asks Alex to move in with him. Now, comes the unpacking.

A Night to Remember [HWU]: While moving in to his their house, Alex finds a small curious box with something familiar.

My Forever (Hunt’s Journal) [HWU] : What started out as a simple gift from the flea market changed everything. (engagement)

Kiss the Cook [HWU]: After moving in, Alex and Hunt make dinner together.

Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley[Open Heart]

Lucky: Bryce and Olivia are adorable idiots in love.

Tiramissu: Bryce visits Olivia at the hospital on his day off and brings her favorite dessert.

Pretty in White: Olivia is feeling self-conscious about her bold wardrobe choice for the gala.

Commissions, sketches, and edits below the cut

🖤 Alex and Thomas Hunt Kiss (RCD Book 2)

🖤 Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer : Hollywood U art scenes

#01: Kiss the Cook by @bayleedrawsx

#02: You’re my Weakness by @rpbys

#03: The One I Want by @hydn-jpg

#04: Being Together by @vantaray

#05: Worth the Risk by @gokushairgel

#06: Free by @/artsy_elii (Instagram)

#07: Moving in Together by @/seirachannn (Instagram)

#08: A Night to Remember by @/irdeinfierno (Instagram)

#09: My Forever by @/artbyainna (Instagram)

#10: And That’s a Wrap by @/sherry_artwo (Instagram)

#11: Not Goodbye (gift) from @hydn-jpg

#12: Trapped by @/mm1kaa_ (Instagram)

Hollywood U appreciation week art masterlist

🖤 Olivia + Bryce Lahela picnic kiss art by @/Irdeinfierno (Instagram)

🖤 Chibi Bryce Head art + gif by @/cikilemon on IG

🖤 Tyril + Maiele gift commission and drabble for @lilyoffandoms

Farewell to Hollywood U Masterlist

Moodboards + Edits:

Red Carpet Diaries Moodboard

Thomas Hunt Moodboard

Addison Sinclair Moodboard

Blades of Light and Shadow Moodboard

Daenarya Moodboard

Thomas Hunt and Alex magazine cover edits

Videos:

Amour Hunt Date Quest Videos

Hollywood U assorted Videos

Custom Hunt Funkos

Thomas Hunt Custom Funko Pops

Thomas Hunt Custom Funko Pops #2

Thomas Hunt Custom Funko Pops #3

HWU Screenshots + Memories:

Alex ruining Hunt’s plans to remain a bachelor for life

Hunt admits Alex is the one he wants

Thomas Hunt outfit assets

Hunt plays Choices

Reward: Thomas Hunt (aka the best reward)

Alex tripping on purpose so Hunt would catch her aka idiots in love

Thomas and Alex in Couples Corner gifs and other gifs and screenshots

Thomas and Alex workshopping gifs

Missing You (idiots in love) screenshot

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daintyduck99 · 3 years ago

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Reggie/Julie Fic Masterlist

the sunflower series: In which Julie and Reggie are bi4bi disasters, pining away in summer love, featuring lots of outsider pov (and shenanigans from Luke & Flynn). Fluff, Rated T, 31.2k

no reason not to try: Julie wants to get an important tattoo, so she brings Reggie along for emotional support. Fluff, Rated T, 1.5k

one more try (to feel alive): Reggie finds a cute ghost girl in Bobby's garage and gives his heart away way too easily. Fluff and Angst, Role Reversal, Ghost Julie Molina, 1.4k

lucky enough to love you now: It's not surprising that she's drawn to men with a knack for music. It's funny how some part of her always seems to know. Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Second Love, Inspired by Brandy (You're A Fine Girl), Rated T, 1.7k

you belong with me: Reggie and Julie listen to Fearless and end up embodying the themes of the album. Fluff, Rated T, 16k

this love is glowing in the dark: "Real," she whispers. "You're real." Set in/inspired by @bananakarenina's for love's sake only series; short ficlet based on a tumblr prompt. Smut, Rated E, 902 words

we still worship this love series: smut with a University AU background, Fluff and Smut, Rated E, 4.7k

like northern stars: Julie's in the middle of helping Juniper cut up her pancakes when she asks, "What's a northern star? Are they special?" Fluff, Ficlet, Inspired By A Song, 761 words

Shower Me In Serenades: Julie and Reggie share a shower wall and spend the morning singing duets. Fluff, Rated T, 800 words

You'll Be Mine And I'll Be Yours: A series of pinky promises that mark Julie and Reggie’s relationship as they grow up. Fluff, Rated T, 8.4k

Our Steel String Waltz And Your Candy Lips: Julie wants to spend more time (i.e. flirt) with Reggie, so she asks him to teach her to play bass. Fluff, minor Luke/Reggie/Julie, Rated T, 1k, Moodboard

You’ve Ruined My Life By Not Being Mine: Julie has a huge crush on Gina Peters, so much so that she can barely speak to her. Fluff, Rated T, 1.5k, Gender-Bent Reggie

Love Me Like I’m Brand New: Reggie takes care of Julie when she pushes herself too hard. Fluff, Rated T, 3.4k, University AU

Deny Me Air, But Never Your Laughter: Reggie's determined to make Julie laugh. He discovers that his feelings for her have shifted in the process. Fluff, Queerplatonic Julie/Reggie & Luke & Alex, QPR Willie & Reggie, Willie/Alex, Rated T, 3.6k, Moodboard

Darlin', You're The One I Want: Reggie wants to marry Julie, but he only has a cherry bass and three quarters of a degree to his name. Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Rated T, 1.3k, Moodboard

Every Bite And Curtain Drawn: Julie loves to bite Reggie and distract him by touching the marks at inappropriate times. Fluff, Rated M, 750 words

Of Hearts Borrowed And Blue: Julie meets a cute stranger while she's on 'vacation' during the Christmas holidays and falls into a whirlwind romance. Fluff and Angst with a Happy Ending, Rated E, 18.2k, Hallmark AU

We Rule The Kingdom Inside Your Room: Julie has some hangups about sex and her period. Reggie helps. Fluff and Smut, Rated E, 2.4k

Drowning In You: Memories of their last bath make her inhale sharply. Fluff and Smut, Rated E, 2.7k

If Only In Your Wildest Dreams: Reggie reunites with Julie in the middle of a Sunset Curve set, and again after. Smut, Rated E, 2.8k

I'll Be Your Tangerine, You Can Peel Me With Your Teeth: Julie finds a stowaway on her ship, but she doesn't bite. Unless they're pretty, and they're into that sort of thing. Fluff and Smut, Rated E, 4k, Pirate AU

Shatter Me And Save The Pieces: Julie's very interested in the mirror Reggie's got in his bedroom. Fluff and Smut, Rated E, 2k

Trip of My Life (Every Time You're Touching Me): He touches her so reverently, and she melts into it as she kisses him again, wondering dizzily if this fire is one that burns hot enough to purify her, even if it’s only right here on nights like these, at the altar of their own making. Fluff and Smut, Rated E, 3.8k, Vampire AU, Moodboard

Say You Want Me, And I'm Yours: She's saying his name. Fluff and Smut, Rated E, 3.4k, University AU

All The Love In My Bones: She arches against him, but it’s more like they melt together, two halves welding into one whole. Fluff and Smut, Morning Sex, Rated E, 1.8k

#rulie #reggie x julie #fics with ash #masterlist chain #jatp fic #julie and the phantoms

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qqmariztwsse · 9 months ago

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ianfm · 3 years ago

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September 22nd, 1980

A perfect weekend moodboard for Ian Vogt & Bo Turner ( @urdamage ) 🎁🎄🎁 Mad’s 12 days of Moodboards 06/12 🎁🎄🎁 🎄🎁 🎄 Day Five 🎄 🎁🎄

Below the cut is an excerpt from Ian’s journal at the time.

09/22/80 (age 16)

We just got home from the Cabin, Bo and I. The only reason we came back when we did was because Bo had to work at Showtime tonight. I think it might’ve been the best weekend of my life. Last time we went to the cabin it was back in July when everyone had moved in for the season. We could hardly share a joint outside without accidentally running into a family with kids. Now that school’s back in session everyone’s gone again and we had the place to ourselves. We even went skinny dipping in the afternoon because no one was around. I don’t think I was away from him for more than five minutes the whole weekend. We did everything together.

Saturday after we got done skinny dipping under the moon we got and screamed at the top of our lungs or at least the top of my lungs. I don’t know we were really drunk but it felt good. Kinda like I was able to release all this anger deep inside but by the time it reached the surface it’d become happiness. Bo has a really good way of magically making things happy all around him. Maybe he should have a wizard not a ranger character when we play D&D because he really is magic. Not that he ever admits it, Bo just thought it was a good idea because it’d scare away the bears but he admitted later once we got back in the cabin he later said he just liked hearing me be loud. That night he made that extra clear. The next morning I woke up hoarse from it all. I think I’m just designed to be quiet. We made fires all three nights too. We went through two whole bags of marshmallows. I think we ate s’mores and chips more than anything else all weekend. When I pick Bo up from work later I’ll have to take us to dinner or something and finally eat some real food though I think Bo could run on sugar alone for the rest of his life. His kisses always taste sweet.

I’m just really happy I think. Being Bo’s boyfriend has been the best thing to happen to us... for us? I don’t know. Hanging out with Bo has always been my favorite thing in the world but it’s different now. It’s a whole lot better actually if you can believe it. I just feel like there’s been a great weight lifted off me being honest... well with Bo. School’s only started but I don’t think we’ll tell anyone. Anyone who needs to know at this point knows. It’s hard to keep secrets from friends especially when Bo gets handsy whenever we’re somewhere comfortable. Last time we hung out with Orwell Bo was able to get his hand all the way up the back of my shirt without either of us noticing. I guess I’m just used to his touch now.

I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather be this comfortable with than him. Not that anyone would blame me. He’s kind of a pretty boy, isn’t he? Not even just a pretty boy but a pretty person, maybe even the prettiest thing in the known universe if you asked me. The way he smiles at me... it’s hard to explain it’s like time stops but my heart keeps racing. And his freckles. I counted fourteen freckles on just his butt alone this weekend. It’s like he’s covered in stars and I care a lot more about exploring the constellations on his skin than the ones up in the stars.

I love him.

#urdamage bo #I would go out tonight but I haven't got a stitch to wear ◑ musings #moodboard #shrikejournal #feet cw #remember when i asked you if i could godmod and write a thing #well here's that thing #happy bday freddie

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giveemhales · 4 years ago

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Moodboards for Sterek AUs: 7/?

For @imagine-sterek’s Another Present Under the Tree (a Sterek Christmas in July Event)

First Christmas Together AU

For years, Derek had hated Christmas. As a child, the holiday season had been his favorite time of the year. He loved how family from far and wide would congregate together, the sounds of laughter when gifts were exchanged Christmas morning, the sweet and spicy smell of his mother’s gingerbread cookies, the warmth he felt when surrounded by his loved ones.

After the fire, the holidays were nothing more than a reminder of what he had lost. After Laura died, Christmas Day was spent all day in bed, under a pile of blankets, but never enough to bring that warmth the Holidays once brought. He never felt more alone.

Things didn’t really improve after he started making a pack, either. His betas were all high school students, so they all had their own families to celebrate the holidays with. Isaac didn’t have any family, but he stayed with the McCall’s, and Derek knew he wasn’t welcome there. Peter returned and got better, but Derek always had lingering resentment over what happened with Laura, and Peter felt that same resentment due to the fire, so any attempts at family activities were usually just painful. Cora came back, but Derek knew she was disappointed in him as an alpha. He wasn’t sure if she even saw him as family.

He was still alone.

That is, until a few years after he had returned to Beacon Hills. In the summer, he had started dating Stiles, after years of mutual pining and occasional hook ups. They had finally become official when Stiles had dropped out of FBI training, and declared that he was going to stay in Beacon Hills and protect his town as the pack emissary, should Derek accept. Derek was of course thrilled, and eager to take him in. After that, their relationship seemed inevitable, and things quickly fell into place.

Still, even if things were better and Derek felt less isolated, he didn’t expect the Holidays to be any better. After all, Stiles still had his dad, and the rest of the pack had their own families to celebrate with like always.

That’s why he was surprised when he arrived to the pack house on Christmas Eve after going on a run and found it full. He had been gone all morning, letting his wolf take over so he wouldn’t have to focus on his very human pain and loneliness.

But when he arrived back, he saw the house was not how he left it. The roof was now lined with Christmas lights and tinsel, and the front door was adorned with a wreath. His senses were also hit by a myriad of different sounds and scents. The house which had been barren hours ago was now filled with life.

As he entered the house, Stiles approached him wearing a Santa hat and with a steaming cup of hot chocolate which he promptly shoved into his hands, and then kissed him on the lips.

“I was worried you were never going to come back. Now go up to your room and change. I have a sweater laid out for you. I know you always complain about how you get too hot in sweaters because you’re a werewolf or whatever, but I got the rest of the pack to wear Christmas sweaters so you have no excuse. And get to it, the cookies are almost ready and I want to watch a Christmas movie before dinner. Assuming we can ever agree on one. When you’re dressed I need you to back come join the rest of the pack so you can back me up when I suggest Home Alone.”

Derek noticed Stiles was wearing a Christmas sweater of his own, one patterned with AT-AT walkers from Star Wars in place of traditional reindeer. He looked around the room and noticed the entirety of the pack was present, and they did in fact each have their own Christmas sweaters, of various degrees of fashionability. He also realized the house was decorated just as outside. Stiles had clearly been busy, and Derek hoped he had had help when he noticed the giant Christmas tree in the corner, easily 8 feet tall.

Derek walked to his room in a daze, not entirely sure what was going on. When he got to his room, he did in fact find a sweater laid out for him, one covered with wolves, one giant wolf in the center.

It was so on brand for Stiles that he laughed and snapped out of his daze. This was really happening.

Thinking about it, Derek realized that Stiles must have planned the whole thing and kept it a secret. Probably so that Derek wouldn’t get the chance to stress over anything. Derek was impressed that Stiles had somehow known that Derek would be gone all morning, but then realized that it was what he had done the last couple of years. He had once told Stiles how every Christmas Eve was spent running from the loneliness of his house and Christmas Day alone in bed to remind himself of what he had lost. He cringed a bit realizing that Stiles actually listened to all the depressing shit he shared in his vulnerable moments, but mostly was incredibly touched by the thoughtfulness of his boyfriend.

He returned to the living room after changing. The betas were all piled around the fire, arguing about which Christmas movie they should watch (or if they should even watch one or just enjoy each other’s company (Jackson quickly let Scott know how lame of a thing that was to say)).

Melissa and Noah were decorating cookies together in the kitchen, giggling like children in love. Peter was watching over the pack with a fond (yet somehow still smug) smile, just like he did when they used to have family holidays.

Derek couldn’t remember the last time he had felt less alone.

After a delicious dinner (which may have been better described as a feast), they had a gift exchange. They did White Elephant style so everyone would only need to provide one gift instead of a dozen. Stiles already had a gift prepared on Derek’s behalf in addition to his own, confirming his suspicion this whole night had been planned as a surprise.

Derek never wanted the night to end, but eventually Stiles kicked everyone out of the house, making them go back to their own homes.

Stiles and Derek went to bed together, and Derek wasn’t even that upset that he knew Stiles would be gone in the morning. Stiles always spent Christmas morning with his dad, and Derek knew nothing would change that tradition, especially not a 6 month relationship.

As Stiles was slowly about to drift off to sleep, he looked up from his position on Derek’s chest to blink tiredly at Derek, who was staring lovingly at his boyfriend and clearly wide awake.

“Sourwolf, you better go to sleep soon. We’re going to my dad’s in the morning and I want to get there plenty early so that I can make him a healthy breakfast. Who knows what kind of trouble he’ll get into if I’m not there to supervise the kitchen.”

Soon after, Derek and Stiles drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

For the first time in years, Derek spent Christmas focusing on what all he had gained instead of what he had lost, and he was pretty sure the warmth in his chest was there to stay.

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starsbythepocketful12 · 4 years ago

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headcanons cause i’m in flarrie hours

they are THE couple when it comes to halloween costumes

all their outfits for big events (parties, gigs where dirty candy and/or jatp perform) are coordinated

carrie my femme queen & flynn my nonbinary lesbian darling

go to protests & marches together

flynn lends carrie books by her favorite Black female authors & carrie lends her books by her favorite sapphic poets

they make playlists about each other but the other doesn’t know they do it (julie & kayla are the only ones permitted to know of the existence of these playlists & have been sworn to secrecy, though julie has a strong suspicion carrie also makes playlists about flynn and vice versa)

have a joint pinterest account for their wedding moodboard

carrie adopted a tiger cub and named it flynn for their three month anniversary

they go to the mall together every other weekend and shop, which they both love to do and when they get home they always model the new outfits they bought

flynn squeals every time they see a dog in public and always runs over and asks if they can pet it and carrie always watches her with such a fond look that the owner almost always makes a comment on what a lovely couple they are or asks how long they’ve been together (something that has actually been happening since even before they were dating, and back then you can imagine the flustered ness it caused)

flynn often comes to watch dirty candy rehearsals, cheer them on, make sure they’re staying hydrated/taking snack breaks and that carrie’s not overworking herself

carrie is the first person that flynn tells she wants to DJ professionally and carrie gets her her first gig

eventually flynn gets into producing as well and ends up making a track for carrie, who writes lyrics to it and it becomes dirty candy’s most successful song to date

carrie says i love you first one saturday afternoon while they’re watching a movie on flynn’s computer in her room. flynn laughs at a joke and carrie looks over at her, her beautiful, incredible girlfriend, and simply can’t resist the urge to say it

flynn’s shocked into silence so carrie panics and leaves and doesn’t answer flynn’s messages

that night flynn shows up at the wilson mansion and throws rocks at carrie’s window until she comes out

flynn is upset with carrie for running out and ghosting her and carrie’s trying to defend herself so they argue but then flynn interrupts carrie by kissing her and breathlessly saying, “i love you.” carrie kisses her and not another word on it is said

carrie steals flynn’s hats

they’re not really PDA-y, they just happen to engage in a lot of unconscious, casual affection, like flynn often absentmindedly intertwines their pinkies and carrie doesn’t realize her arm is around flynn’s shoulders until she’s doing it

even after months of dating will still flirt like they’re in their enemies who are secretly very attracted to e/o era

flynn really loves art, particularly murals, so she drags carrie to a lot of gallery openings and museums

at one point when flynn’s going through a hard time carrie enlists all their friends for help making a giant mural full of drawings of things that make her happy

flynn happy cries when she sees it and is pretty much always seen hugging carrie for the rest of that night

only really cuddle when one (or both) of them is sleepy, though flynn does often sit on carrie’s lap

before starting to date, carrie would tease flynn for having stuffed animals during their sleepovers at flynn’s until they started dating and flynn started spending more time at carrie’s and flynn discovers that her girlfriend’s a little hypocrite

flynn has a younger sister and brother (sister is six, brother is four) and they absolutely ADORE carrie and think she’s the coolest and carrie thinks they’re the cutest

flynn’s like no they’re little demons and carrie’s says who says demons can’t be cute? you once called me a demon right, and im cute, aren’t i? and flynn rolls her eyes and fights back a smile

flynn also has a college aged older sister who she looks up to a lot, like that’s her hero and absolute role model, so naturally carrie’s terrified to meet her, and though she tries to appear intimidating at first, she can’t keep up the act for long and starts being friendly with carrie pretty much right away

one day they’re supposed to go on a date but carrie’s sick and forgot to text flynn telling her not to come so flynn shows up at her house but stays anyway to look after her

flynn reads to her and makes her soup

trevor & flynn play video games while carrie naps

flynn makes jewelry in her free time and consults carrie for her thoughts on every piece (in junior year she starts selling them at school & turns out to be quite the entrepreneur)

they have an inside joke about cosmo and wanda

a couple of the dirty candy members sometimes jokingly flirt with flynn and are like “watch out! we’re gonna steal your girl!” and carrie gets possessive and apologizes for it pretty quickly but flynn thinks it’s hot so it works out pretty well

will watch bad rom coms to make fun of straight people and throw popcorn at the screen when they get together

pet/nick names: care, baby, babe, love, (from carrie to flynn who shuts down upon hearing it) honey, (flynn to carrie, who becomes very giddy the first time flynn says it in a text message) sweetheart

if you couldn’t tell before they ofc have an enemies to friends to lovers arc

move in together after graduating, neither planning on going to college (julie goes to berkeley and nick some other place in california where they have lacrosse cause that’s the sport he plays right) and their parents think it’ll be a disaster but it actually goes really well

the first couple of weeks they fight more, all petty arguments mostly out of the stress of moving, but they always talk it out

it doesn’t take long for them to be happy they’re living together and feel really glad they took that step

two years after graduating flynn gives her a promise ring

carrie cries her eyes out and replies “of fucking course, you dumb fuck” when flynn asks if she’ll take it

ten years later carrie’s a successful pop star/choreographer & flynn’s a record breaking producer/DJ and they’re about to buy a house when they realize they never got married

it’s just a moment where they’re relaxing together on the couch and suddenly are like. oh

and proceed to burst out laughing

it’s a small ceremony, thrown together in just three weeks

carrie wears a short, light pink dress with a heart cutout in the back that would probably be more suited for a high school sophomore’s spring fling but no one cares

flynn wears a suit, and is walked down the aisle by her older sister

they both tear up upon seeing each other and sob through the vows (the traditional pre written ones, they wrote vows for each other but they recite them to the other when they’re alone, so it’s something special only they can share)

julie & kayla are the maids of honor, nick and alex are the best men

julie & luke’s five year old hernando is the ring bearer & alex and willie’s three year old umi is the flower child

trevor, flynn’s older sister and parents cry

even flynn’s now teenage younger siblings, who as of late have often been stereotypically cynical and moody shed tears

jatp perform at the reception (they have also become a hit band at this point)

when they get back from the honeymoon the first thing they do is get a dog

they adopt a golden doodle rescue named stella

a couple years later they start talking about kids and look into getting a sperm donor

because they love being competitive they do little games to decide who will be the one to carry the baby

it’s all jokes though, they decided at the start of the process that it would be flynn for the first kid and carrie for the second

but then SURPRISE flynn has twins

a boy and a girl named tyler and ollie (who’s who i won’t tell you cause fuck gender)

they don’t even talk about carrie getting pregnant now cause they’re busy with the babies and trying to manage their careers but one night, when the kids are eight, and flynn has just flopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh after putting them to bed, carrie puts down her kindle and quietly says that she wants another kid.

they talk for hours because while flynn wants another kid too, when you’re both celebrities with demanding jobs and people constantly trying to peer into your life, that decision involves even more factors

they decide to have another kid and carrie chooses to take a step back from her career for now-she’ll return to it eventually but for now she wants to be able to just be a parent without worrying about work and not have to deal with the guilt that comes with working when she feels like she should be being a parent

though the kids have always been their main priority and they have done quite well dividing their time between work and being with them, and have done decently shielding them from the public eye (majority of the pictures of ollie & tyler that the public has are blurry candids, and the few high quality ones are from when they were three and they no longer look like that anyway so it’s all good)

it’s a harder process for carrie to get pregnant as she’s almost 40 and flynn was 31 when she had tyler and ollie

but it happens though they’re careful about choosing the sperm donor-even briefly consider asking reggie or nick-because with this kind of thing there’s always the risk that other parent could track down where their kid ended up and want to be a part of that kid’s life later on which is uber complicated for many reasons so they get those scary possibilities out of the way by just finding someone who they know wants to be in the child’s life

preston choi, a thai & korean american mathematics professor ends up being their guy

he’s immensely genuine, sweet, respectful, polite, and gentlemanly

when he came out at fifteen his parents kicked him out of the house

it was a long and difficult journey but they’re in a decent place now

but it’s not the family he wants to have and he’s tried but has yet to find a partner

but doesn’t want to wait to have kids so here he is, more than happy to co parent with flynn and carrie

so that’s what they do! tyler and ollie become big siblings to miles wilson-choi on december 10th, 2044

miles grows up in the most multicultural home ever, being fluent in 4 languages (English, AAVE, Spanish thanks to their tia julie, Korean, and Thai) all their life

tyler & ollie welcome preston and miles into the family with open arms, as well as the addition of korean and thai cuisine to the already amazing dinner tables they had of soul and caribbean food

when miles is seven carrie goes back to work full time, with preston’s assurance that he’s got this when her and flynn are busy and tyler and ollie (who are now fifteen) promising they’ll help out as well

at that point the long awaited julie and the phantoms/carrie and flynn wilson collaboration FINALLY happens

flynn wins her 28th grammy for it, leaving her tied with beyoncé for most grammys won by any woman ever (its julie’s 14th, luke’s 6th, and carrie’s 12th, and the band’s collective 10th cause alex never did any solo projects and reggie released one country album but it didn’t win any grammys rip though it was nominated for 2 CMAs)

#whew this got away from me #im sorry idk why this ended up being so long #like i legitimately apologize #idk what happened #long post #jatp #julie and the phantoms #flynn jatp #carrie wilson #carrie jatp #flarrie #flarrie jatp #headcanons

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