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writerinlearning · 14 days ago

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𝐂𝗼𝐥𝗼𝐮𝐫𝐬 | Soulmates AU. Part. One.

plot: based on a writing prompt i found on pinterest: AU where everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate but the world turns back to black and white when your soulmate dies. plot twist, you can see colours again in the afterlife.

pairing: luke patterson x mercer!fem!reader | alex mercer x sister!reader | sunset curve x mercer!fem!reader

show: julie and the phantoms

warnings: light mentions of death.

word count: 4,4k

author’s notes: english is not my first language, apologies for possible mistakes. this is the second version of this fic. first version has been unpublished. this AU is somewhat based on episode five of julie and the phantoms aka the other side of hollywood. this is a two-part AU.

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Los Angeles, 2020

The sun sets down behind the horizon, the golden glow reflecting onto the crystal blue water of the pier. A warm breeze blows through her hair, loose strands falling on each side of her face, perfectly framing the gentle nostalgic smile across her lips. She tentatively dips her feet into the cold water from the ocean, the waves crashing onto the shore but the sound brings a sense of calmness to her mind. She closes her eyes, inhaling slowly.

Twenty-five years. It has been twenty-five years since Y/N had last come up to the pier, the memories of her friends too numerous and too painful to handle at the same time. But the pier was their spot, and she can still vividly imagine Luke with his acoustic guitar, or Alex tapping his thighs to make a beat while Reggie and Bobby sang together. She remembers always sitting with her feet buried in the sand, watching as her brother messed around with his three best friends.

She remembers the day she first met them through Alex, her twin brother older by only twenty-minutes. And she remembers when her eyes landed on Luke, and suddenly colours started to flood her vision, highlighting her world. She chuckles at the memory; Alex had been mad for a couple of weeks after finding out, wondering why on Earth his twin sister and one of his best friends had to be soulmates, but he got around it after a long conversation with Luke and Y/N. Besides, it’s not like they dated right away. They wanted to get to know each other better first, and when they both turned sixteen, Luke asked out on an official date.

A single tear falls down her cheek. She was fifteen, when she discovered that Luke was her soulmate. And she was seventeen when she lost him.

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Los Angeles, 1995

Y/N is in the studio, looking at herself through the bathroom mirror. She’s wearing a white Sunset Curve shirt tucked inside a pair of black ripped jeans. White Converses are on her feet, and she wears a black denim jacket over her shoulders, just in case she gets cold. Tonight is supposed to be her brother’s showcase with Sunset Curve at the Orpheum; they’d been anticipating this day for months now, and she was really looking forward to it. And she knows the boys, they wouldn’t miss an opportunity to celebrate the occasion once the show’s over, and she was not about to ask her boyfriend for one of his jackets, again.

It’s when she wants to reach for her handbag that it happens. She trips over her feet, and her vision turns black for a short minute. Her ears begin to ring, her head pounding as she falls on her butt in a soft thud. She takes her head in her hands as tears begin to roll down her cheeks like a waterfall. She doesn’t dare to open her eyes, but finds herself forced to do so when the phone near the garage doors begins to ring. It’s a shrilling sound, one that makes the pounding in her head grow stronger. Reluctantly, she wills herself to get up, opening her eyes to realize the truth of what had just happened, something she’d feared for two years. It’s the little details she notices first, like how Luke’s usually electric blue guitar is now a dark shade of grey, or how the lights hanging from the ceiling are now a blinding white colour when she looks up. It’s how Reggie’s red flannels he’d left on the couch are now black-coloured ones, and it’s how one of her brother’s pink hoodies that she often steals turns a light grey when she looks at it. She chokes back on a sob as she reaches the phone to answer the call, dreading the news she’d get on the other side. She knows; of course she knows. She can feel it deep within her bones, and her stomach keeps churning and twisting in anticipation. Because hearing it out loud makes it real, and she doesn’t want it to be real.

Y/N never was stupid, and she knows what the loss of colours in her eyesight means. She barely hears the words spoken on the other line as she breaks down in tears, hiccups stumbling past her lips as her headache grows stronger. What was supposed to be the best night of their life had just turned into the worst. Last she’d seen them, they were buzzing with excitement and energy over playing at the Orpheum. Rehearsals had been a blast, and it’s the most fun they’d had in a while. Barely an hour later, she’s faced with the reality; she’d just lost her twin brother, her best friend, and her boyfriend.

She tries to reach out to Bobby that night, but he seems to have vanished from the surface of the Earth. Is she angry? Yes, because he’s the only person who knows the boys as well as she does. She can’t go to her parents, even if she wants to. They’d kicked her out of the house the same night they did Alex when he came out as gay to them. Maybe she could go to Emily and Mitch, but she isn’t sure she’d be strong enough to face them, not when she’d been there when Luke ran out on them on Christmas Eve night of 1994.

She does see them, however, during Luke’s funeral. It’s gut-wrenching, and she barely has the strength to face them. Emily sees her first, and the woman practically runs into Y/N’s arms to hold her close, and the young girl can’t stop herself from clinging onto Mrs. Patterson as Mitch wraps his arms around the both of them. She does see her parents for the first time in a year when they show up to Alex's funeral, one she’d organized from A to Z. She tries her best not to be mad at them, but when her mother comes up to her with a fake smile, Y/N loses it completely. Never had she been this angry in her life, and perhaps it was the grief, but that day she told everything she’s ever wanted to say to her parents, and she stormed out of the service, leaving them shamefaced in the middle of the alley way. She goes to Reggie’s funeral last, and she sees his parents from afar. She’s never spoken to them in the time she knew Reggie, but she knows his little brother and when he sees her, she allows him to give her a tight hug. It doesn’t last long, but it’s enough to give both of them a sense of comfort; that someone shares their grief.

But going to three funerals in a week takes its toll on Y/N. She barely eats, barely speaks, and she spends most of her time locked up in the garage, the owners being kind enough to let her live there until she can find her own place, and she spends every minute despising the beautiful black dress she’d worn one too many times in a short span of days. She lays awake at night, looking up at the ceiling whilst tears fall from the corner of her eyes, low sniffles being the only sound in the quiet studio. Polaroid pictures are scattered on the floor, each with a date written underneath. Y/N had torn them from the walls, leaving them untouched on the ground. She doesn’t have the courage to pick them up and store them in a box, the pain from the memories too unbearable to even look at the pictures. After the funerals, she can’t find the strength to go back to Los Feliz High either, deciding instead to get home-schooled and graduate at home.

On her eighteenth birthday, in the year 1996, Y/N visits the boys’ graves, like she’d do every week for the past year, and she always leaves a bouquet of white lilies on each of their graves. She sits down in front of Alex’s headstone, and she tells him about her day, before she tells Reggie and Luke about their respective families. But Y/N never speaks about her parents whenever she visits, never getting any news from them after Alex’s death.

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Los Angeles, 2020

Tears roll down her cheeks as Y/N reminisces on the events that followed that fateful night, on her eighteenth birthday. She’d been on her way back to the apartment she was sharing with a friend of hers for a couple months, when her vehicle got caught in an accident. She could still remember the blue and red sirens echoing in the street as she was pulled onto a stretcher and into the ambulance. She still remembers staying in that dark room for an hour before someone came to get her. And as her fingers brush against the purple mark on her right wrist, regrets overwhelm her mind.

Caleb Covington had made promises to her, and she had naively agreed on his deal, with the persuasion that every ghost end up at his club somehow and that maybe, by a miracle, she would find her brother, her soulmate, and her best friend at the Hollywood Ghost Club. But it’s been twenty-four years since she died, and still no sign of them anywhere. Perhaps they had crossed over, after all.

That night, she walks back to the club when the mark begins to burn her skin. Caleb is calling for her, and Y/N knows she can’t mess up her act during the night’s show. With a snap of her fingers, she lands on the scene in the Hollywood Ghost Club, quickly disappearing behind the curtains to go to her dressing-room, where Caleb is probably already waiting for her.

“Ah! There you are, my little dove.”

Caleb’s voice wants itself to be comforting, but after twenty-four years Y/N has learned not to trust his sweet words. She only smiles when she sees him, sitting herself in front of the mirror as she reapplies her red lipstick, dabbing it with her pointer finger. She doesn’t need to look up to know that Caleb is leaning over her, his cold hands on her naked shoulders as he looks at her through the mirror.

“I need you tonight, my little dove.” The magician says, tightening his grip on her shoulders. “See, our dear William has found three new ghosts here in our city of Angels…”

At those words, her curiosity is instantly picked. She lifts her eyes from the dressing table, looking at the man through the mirror, her head tilting to the right.

“Ah, yes. I knew you would be interested, dear.” He smiles smarmily. “I need them working for me. They’re too powerful to be on their own.”

“How so?” Y/N asks, her curiosity getting the best of her.

“They don’t need my help to be visible to Lifers.”

At that, Y/N smirks, noticing the man’s gritted teeth and the frown creasing his forehead. Caleb is all about power; power over the ghosts that cannot cross over, and power over the Living, who are so interested in anything paranormal. She wants to smirk and flip him off, but she decides against it when he squeezes her shoulders between his fingers.

“I need you–” He says, pointing at her through the mirror. “–to convince those boys to work for me. Use your wits, your charms, anything. I want these boys to work for me.”

“And if I can’t?” She asks, her voice slightly wavering.

“You know what happens…”

Caleb slightly waves his fingers, and Y/N’s wrist begins to tingle with a burning sensation. She hisses, glaring at him through the looking-glass before she reluctantly nods her head, watching him disappear into his own dressing-room before the big show. She sighs, taking her head in her hands. She’s gotten used to seeing her surroundings in black and white, and she learned over the years to discern the different shades of black and white, associating them with the colours she used to see. Sometimes, she still longs for the days when she was alive; when the boys, her boys, were alive. A single tear rolls down her cheek, memories of the plans she’d made with Luke rushing back in her mind. Fortunately for her, she doesn’t have time to think much of it when Willie barges into her dressing-room, dressed in black shorts and a tuxedo vest over a black button-up shirt, a pair of black Vans on his feet. Y/N gives her friend a soft smile before a sigh leaves her lips.

“So…” She trails, looking at him. “I’ve heard you found three lost ghosts today.”

“They’re not exactly lost.” Willie tells her. “They have this old band mate of theirs, who stole their songs, and they want revenge, I– I guess? I don’t really know, but I figured Caleb could help them.”

“Are they already here?”

Y/N’s heart, if she still had one beating in her chest, sinks down as her friend nods yes. She has this weird feeling bubbling in the pit of her stomach, just like the one she had the night the boys were supposed to play the Orpheum stage. Her vanishing emotions don’t go unnoticed by William, who sits on the edge of her dressing table, his eyes landing on her.

“Something wrong, Y/N?” He asks her, worry hidden in his voice.

“I have a bad feeling about this, Willie.” She tells him truthfully. “Caleb asked me to–”

She stops herself mid-sentence; can she tell Willie what Caleb asked her to do, knowing the consequences? She doesn’t want to put Willie at risk; he’s her only friend, but everything in her body screams at her to let him know, just in case something happens to her, or to those boys.

“What did Caleb ask you?” William asks her again.

“He asked me to convince the new ghosts to work for him.” She blurts out, immediately covering her mouth with both hands. “Oh god, I shouldn’t have said it.”

“He threatened you, didn’t he?”

Y/N nods, quickly wiping the tears that begin to fall from her eyes with the palm of her hand, sniffling. Willie wraps his arms around her, and she buries her head in the crook of his neck as he holds her close. In their years spent together at the Hollywood Ghost Club, he’s come to consider the girl his sister; someone he could trust, no matter what.

“I know what will cheer you up.” He says after a while, and she looks up to him.

“What?” She asks him, raising a brow.

“Well… I was about to offer you some food, but I remembered you don’t eat before a performance so… how about I take you to meet the boys instead?”

“Why do I feel like you need something from me?”

“I need you to entertain them while I go see Caleb. Please.”

“Are you going to try and convince him not to own the boys’ souls? You know that won’t work…”

“I can still try. If it means you and them are safe in the end.”

Y/N’s lips curve into a thin-lipped smile, holding Willie in her arms for a brief moment before they both walk out of her dressing-room. Arm in arm, they head for the main stairs of the Hollywood Ghost Club.

Y/N freezes when she spots the three boys at the top of the stairs, her eyes going round with shock, lips parted and mouth hanging open. Could it be? Y/N shakes her head; no, it can’t be. It’s been twenty-five years since they passed away, why would they show up just now? They don’t seem to notice her yet, even when William lets go of her arm to poof up the stairs next to them. Her feet are glued to the ground, too afraid to move an inch, but she watches as Willie leans over the handrail and exchanges a few words with the brunet boy wearing a long denim jacket. She watches in anticipation when the boy slightly turns his head, and his eyes land on her at the bottom of the stairs.

His breath gets caught up in his throat when his eyes lock with hers. He knows he doesn’t technically breathe, because he doesn’t need it, but the feeling is just the same. What is she doing here, he has no idea. She was supposed to have gone on with her life, created a family without him. She was supposed to have done everything they had planned together before he died. How is she here, not looking a day older than the last time he’d seen her when he was alive?

She looks as beautiful as he remembers her to be, dressed in a long evening dress with an open slit on the right side, spaghetti straps over her shoulders. Her H/C hair cascades over her shoulders in curls, and her hands are covered by black silk gloves that go up to her elbows and match the colour of her dress. She’s a sight from Heaven, if there were such a thing as Heaven, and if he still had a heartbeat, Luke is certain everyone would hear it beat out of his chest. He isn’t paying attention to either his bandmates or Willie anymore, too enraptured by the sight of her at the bottom of the stairs. She’s the only thing on his mind, and not even the beauty of the Ghost Club would take her away from his thoughts. He watches as she shakes her head, and his eyes finally meet hers as she begins to climb up the stairs.

Gold is the first colour that comes to his eyesight. It’s everywhere; on the walls, on the floors, even on the stairs. Everything in the Hollywood Ghost Club is gold. He sees the red next, like the lipstick on her lips, or the diamond encrusted in her necklace. And blue, like the curtains behind the stage at the centre of the room below him, or the evening dresses some of the women are wearing tonight. One by one, the colours come back to his eyesight, leaving him breathless when she reaches his side, standing by Willie as she links her arm with his.

“Y– Y/N?”

It’s Alex’s voice that pulls Luke out of his trance, blinking and shaking his head as he gathers his thoughts. She’s smiling, that same smile he fell in love with all those years ago, and he sees her E/C lit up with happiness when she finally looks at her twin brother. But she doesn’t move from William’s side, as if she were afraid of something. She only waves her hand in their direction.

“Hey guys.” She smiles. “Long time no see, uh?”

“Y– you guys know each other?” Willie asks, looking between her and Alex.

“Come on, Willie.” She teases him. “You don’t see the resemblance?” A pause. “Alex is my twin brother.” Her brows furrow as she looks back at her twin. “Why?!” She then shouts, letting go of Willie’s arm to slap Alex’s chest repeatedly. “Why did you have to eat those stupid hot dogs?! I– I told you they were bad! Why didn’t you guys listen to me?!”

Willie is the one to pry Y/N away from her twin brother, afraid it might get Caleb’s attention. And the last thing Willie wants, if for Caleb to find out Y/N actually knows them from the time they were all alive. When she composes herself, Alex smiles at her, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. He almost loses his balance when she rushes into him, wrapping her arms around his midsection and hugging him tight. He chuckles softly, wrapping his own arms around her shoulders as he rests his chin atop her head.

“You were stupid, Alex.” She mumbles into his chest, a soft sob escaping her lips.

“I’ve missed you too, sis.” He says, dismissing her comment.

“You guys are idiots.” She sighs when she pulls away, wiping the tears under her eyes. “Why didn’t you listen to me? You were supposed to become legends that night!”

“To be fair–” Reggie joins the conversation. “–we didn’t know they were bad.”

“Uh, I did say it was a new flavour.” Alex corrects him. “And you said, I quote, ‘chill man, street dogs haven’t killed us yet’. And guess what? We died!”

“It doesn't matter, guys.” Y/N chuckles, leaning against her twin. “We’re all together now.”

“What happened to you, by the way?”

Alex wonders, looking down at her. When he came back on Earth as a ghost after twenty-five years and met Julie, he figured his twin sister had gone on with her life when he couldn’t find anything from her in the garage where they used to practice. And since she could see him, and he could very much see and touch her, he figured something must have happened to her to come back on Earth as a ghost.

“I got in a car accident.” Y/N admits, sighing. “On our eighteenth birthday. Talk about luck.”

Y/N runs a hand through her hair, her eyes finally landing on Luke who’d stayed quiet the whole time. Green is the first colour she sees when her eyes meet his; it’s the colour of his irises, and it’s just like the first time they’d met. His hazel eyes seem to be the first thing she’s able to put colours on, alive or dead. The tears brim the edge of her eyes as the colours slowly come back to her, and soon she can see the world as she used to before he died.

“Hey Luke.” She smiles, head tilting to the side.

“I– I can’t believe it.” Luke breathes out, stuttering. “Y– you’re here. You’re actually here.”

She nods, a soft giggle leaving her lips as he engulfs her in a bear hug. He buries his face in the crook of her neck as she wraps her arms around his back, tightening her embrace around him. Y/ relishes in the moment, the feeling of his body pressed against her own as she can feel the ghost of his lips against her skin on her neck. His hands are warm against her back, and she can smell the faint scent of his cologne when she buries her face in his chest. Right now, it’s only them, everything else around them disappearing as they enjoy the moment. Luke only parts away with her when Reggie clears his throat behind them.

“H– how long have you been here?” Luke asks her, reaching for her hand.

“Twenty-four years.” She answers. “A man came for me in that dark room; he said he could help me.”

Her wrist begins to burn at the mention of the man, and she has to hide the wince on her face to not worry the boys. She’d just found them, there’s no way she’d let anything happen to them. But Alex does notice; he knows his sister. And Luke does too. She knows because he squeezes her hand softly, and when she looks at him, she can see the concern in his eyes.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Alex wonders, worry laced in his voice.

“Y– yeah, I am.” Y/N breathes out, wincing again. “I– I’m sorry, I– I have to go.”

She smiles apologetically at the boys, worriedly glancing at Willie before she poofs herself out of the place, reappearing in Caleb’s dressing-room. The dead magician is leaning against the edge of his dressing table, a glass of wine to his lips whilst his piercing blue eyes are focused on her. She sits on the small couch, awkwardly shifting around under his stare.

“I believe William has introduced you to our new friends, right little dove?” He asks in a sweet tone.

“I won’t do it, Caleb.” She says, her voice a bit more confident than earlier. “I can’t do it to them.”

“And why is that, dove?”

Y/N shakes her head, her eyes sending daggers to the man standing before her. She won’t tell him; there is no way she’d let him get close to the boys, to her boys. Who knows what he might do to them if he knew who they are to her. The only thing she’s certain of, is that he’d use her as leverage against the boys if he knew the real relationship between her and them. She wouldn’t let him own their souls like he does hers, not over fake promises.

“You know what happens, little dove, if you don’t talk.” He threatens her, but there is something else in his voice.

He moves closer to her as she stays quiet, but Y/N can see it in the way he struts over, how he rests the palm of his hands against her naked shoulders and how his lips brush against her earlobe. He already knows.

“I already know who they are, Y/N.” He whispers in her ear. “But I thought your loyalty laid toward me, little dove. I have to say, I am a bit disappointed in you. I had such great plans for all of us. I guess I’ll have to do everything myself then.”

She holds her breath. She cannot let him know that she’s afraid, and that she worries about her brother, and her friends. She barely even has time to comprehend what happens next, as a purple cloud of smoke surrounds her, and she finds herself in her own dressing-room. She hears the lock click but, by the time she returns to her senses, she’s already locked inside the room, with no way of getting out to warn her boys. Tears roll down her face as she faintly hears Caleb’s musical number begin. Y/N knows how the night is going to end; Caleb will get what he wants, and she will suffer the consequences of her actions. But she knows her boys, and she’s persuaded they won’t comply with Caleb's demands. She hopes they won’t. And besides, as long as she can see the colours around her, she knows they are doing fine. Because, if Luke is alright, Alex and Reggie are too.That night, she promises herself to do anything in her power to get back to them, to Luke, and to finally free herself from Caleb.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms imagines #luke patterson x reader

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lomlkenji · 4 months ago

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༊*·˚ prank royalty | reggie peters

★ summary: after two weeks of preparation, the prank on april fools is finally in commence.

★ warnings: fake fighting (?) but other than that it's safe <3

★ word count: 1.8k

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IT WAS APRIL 1ST, and it was your day. well, you and your boyfriend.

you guys were known as the prank royalty. the king of tricks meets the queen of sneaky.

you guys wouldn't have met if it wasn't for your friends. but now that you have, all of your friends kind of regret bringing you two together.

of course they were happy for you guys, you guys are literally meant for each other. but there wasn't a month where someone wouldn't get pranked.

it started with small pranks, putting hot sauce in someone's food, changing toothpaste with cream cheese and then it went big. pushing someone in a bathtub full of syrup, putting clown faces in all of the walls, a fake pregnant test, and a whole lot more.

and as april fools rolled by them were scared shitless, and it was a funny sight to see.

"morning!" you greeted your family walking your way to the kitchen to have a bowl of cereal.

you took a bowl putting some corn flakes and went to the refrigerator to grab the milk. when you were done, you took a spoon, turned your body and leaned against the counter getting ready to eat it.

but when you looked up, you saw your dad, mom and younger sister all looking at you with their mouths open.

"what?" you said, shrugging your shoulders.

"you feeling okay kiddo?" your dad asked as he closed his newspaper.

"yeah why?" you said and continue to eat your cereal.

"do you by any chance remember what day it is?" your younger sister asks.

"um" you took your phone out of your pocket and look at the date, "april first"

"and?" your younger sister asked.

"and?" you asked back, playing oblivious. you know damn well that it's april fools but this is just too much fun.

you and your boyfriend, reggie, have planned a prank two weeks ago. it was to make everyone think you didn't remember that you're too 'tired' or even didn't remember that it's april fools.

and maybe something else but we'll get to that later.

your family has always been close to the peters and the peters are close with the pattersons and the pattersons are close with the mercers. so you guys often all have dinner together.

"nothing?" you answered in a questioning tone.

"so do you remember what people do on april first?" your mom asked as she walks closer to you and puts the back of her hand on your forehead, checking if you're sick.

"i don't know. april fools?" you acted cluelessly.

"i don't know, are you family?" your younger sister sarcastically said, picking up to your act, but you're not going to break just yet.

"lia!" your mom scolded the youngster.

"this is just too weird, i'm gonna go to my room" you brushed past them and went to your room with their eyes still lingering at your retreating figure.

! time skip brought to you by luke's six string ¡

you straighten your dress and give yourself some finishing touches before dinner.

"dumbhead!" your sister yelled from downstairs.

you rolled your eyes and replied "what butthead?"

"your boyfriend and his really cute friends are here," she said, clearly trying to flirt with one of the boys.

you rolled your eyes, yet again. but smiled remembering that everyone's here.

"coming!" you yelled.

you get out of your room and move downstairs where you see all of the families together, some in the kitchen, other in the living room.

you see your boyfriend talking to your mother and the sight brought a huge smile to your face but it quickly went away as you made your way to them.

the plan was in motion..

"hey" you muttered not even glancing at them as you went to the refrigerator acting to look for something to drink.

"hi sweetie" your mom chirped, smiling.

"hey" reggie mumbled back lazily.

your mom's face is full of confusion as she asks,"you guys alright?"

"fine"

"of course"

you both said simultaneously. your mom looks at you guys weirdly before leaving and saying she left you two to talk.

you timidly rolled your eyes but smiled nevertheless.

"so..." you started.

"so..." reggie continued, as you stood in front of him, the only thing that's in between you both is the counter.

you and reggie talked but tried to keep yourself from smiling the entire time. you both were trying to make it look like you were in an awkward conversation, which in reality, was far from it.

on the other side of the room, your mom tapped your father's shoulder. as he looked to his wife, "what's wrong?"

"do they seem.. i don't know.. weird?" she asked his husband.

"they do look tense" your sister pipes into the conversation.

"i'm sure it's nothing" your father reassured the two.

back to the counter, reggie was trying hard to make you laugh. but you can't break. not now at least.

"reggie i swear to god if this fails-" you said, breathing heavily, trying to control your laughter.

"it's not gonna fail babe" he whined quietly.

you nodded in determination "yeah your right"

"dinner's ready!" your mom yelled.

you look at reggie and he gives you a reassuring nod as you two made your way to the table and sat the farthest you can from each other.

the whole family and friends look at you two weirdly, especially luke and alex, they both know how you two are attached to the hip and seeing you not beside each other is weird.

and your mom spoke after assessing the situation. "honey, don't you want to sit next to reggie?" her voice was soft, trying not to meddle much.

"nah i'm good" you said, smiling at her.

she hesitantly nodded. they didn't say anything after that as you all said grace and eat the food.

the dinner was fun, families sharing stories, adventures and just bonding like they didn't know everything about each other already.

but the tense and awkward aura was not unnoticeable by them. they tried to ignore it the best they could by not flickering their eyes to reggie or you every two minutes.

it was exactly nine o'clock as you look at your watch. you look at reggie in and look at the bowl of pasta in front of him.

he subtly nodded as you said, "reggie can you pass me the pasta?" giving him a forced smile.

"get it yourself" he said bitterly.

the whole table went silent as gasps are heard. reggie was always sweet and caring what was the tone change? they thought.

"that's kind of rude don't you think?" you hissed at him.

"you'd know all about rude don't you?" he snapped back.

you have to keep yourself from giving him a round of applause at his amazing performance. you guys did practise this countless of times.

"just pass me the pasta-"

"i got it" reggie's dad said, moving to grab the bowl.

reggie quickly stopped his dad from doing so "no dad, she can get it herself"

"you're so immature" you said, acting angrily at him.

"oh! i'm being immature?" he said exasperatedly as he stood up from his seat.

you stood up from your seat glaring at the boy. "yes. yes you are" you said to him.

"maybe we should have a mature talk somewhere. not that you'd know what that's like, but let's try" he said moving to walk up the stairs.

"fine" you scoffed as you two made your way upstairs to your room.

you carefully open the door and tip toed your way to the bed careful not touching the strings of traps.

reggie followed in your footsteps as you both manoeuvred to your bed.

you have to bit your lip to contain the huge laugh that was trying to get out.

reggie shook his head smiling as he motioned for you to continue.

you took a deep breath before getting into character. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" you yelled.

"ME? NO WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" he raised his voice dramatically.

"YOU'RE SO STUPID!"

"NO! YOU ARE"

"I HATE YOU!"

"WELL SAME!"

you guys banter back and forth. the family downstairs paying all their attention to you guys.

you moved to your bookshelf and took the books, throwing them to the floor. the sound made everyone go silent.

"Y/N?" your younger sister yelled, worried.

"should we check on them?" luke asks.

"maybe we should" alex agrees with his best friend. this is more than weird for you guys to react.

"let's all go together" your mom said as everyone stood up from their spot and walked upstairs.

it was like a silent rule. we watch movies together all the time and we have made a decision that splitting up is not the best idea.

luke slowly opens the door to your room to see that all of it was wrapped in plastic.

your wardrobe, your shelf, the bed, the carpet was no longer there, and all the books are gone.

the family filled the room, confusion written all over their faces.

suddenly your dad tripped down a string as water came from water guns across the room making all of them scream.

another string was tripped by alex as a bucket tipped over and they all were soaked.

you and reggie came from opposite sides of the room with a bucket of flour in your hands.

alex looked at you in horror as he braced himself, "NO!" he yelled.

"NOW!" you yelled at reggie who nodded.

you two started throwing flour to all of them, walking in circles, rounding them like preys.

in this situation, they were preys. preys to your prank.

"GUYS!"

"OH NO!"

"AHHH MY HAIR"

"STOP!"

"WHY ME WHYYY"

they all yelled as you and reggie couldn't stop laughing.

"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N!" your mom yelled, covering her eyes.

"REGINALD!" reggie's mom scolded.

when the flour was gone you and reggie sat on the edge of the bed, his arm around your shoulder.

all of them look at you in confusion, bewilderment, anger, irritation but also awe. they couldn't believe they stepped in your guy's trap.

"really? flour?" your younger sister said, her hand on her hips.

"really" you agree, chuckling and giving her a sweet smile.

"i gotta say that was pretty damn good" your dad complimented which made your mom hit his arm.

you and reggie both have grins on your faces as your laughter died down.

"PRANK ROYALTY BABYYYY" reggie stood up, smiling as he picked you up, bridal style and spinning you around.

the family shook their heads but couldn't help the smile from forming on their faces. seeing you both so happy made them happy.

reggie put you down as you pecked his lips, "prank royalty indeed"

reblog for a kiss!

#⋆⋅☆ hana’s writing!#jatp fanfiction #jatp imagine #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms imagines #jatp #jatp reggie #jatp reggie x reader #reggie peters x reader #reggie peters #jatp netflix

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blahblahblees · 10 months ago

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ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀─── CINDY LOU WHO aka MY WORKS ON WATTPAD

this includes all of my fanfic on wattpad! the majority of my fanfics are female led original characters unless stated otherwise. these fics are either ongoing, fully completed, completed until that season returns, or are in a undecided phase!

𓂃 ONGOING ON OXANGEJUICE

already over — cole walter (my life with the walter boys)

teenage dream — maya hart (girl meets world)

eldest daughter — percy jackson’s sister (pjotv)

𓂃 COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON…ON OXANGEJUICE

bad for business — zed necrodopolis (z-o-m-b-i-e-s)

delicate — robby keene (cobra kai)

misery business — jordan li (gen v)

glimpse of us — conrad & jeremiah fisher (the summer i turned pretty)

this side of paradise — wally clark (school spirits)

alright — jay kelso & nate runck (that 90s show)

𓂃 COMPLETED ON OXANGEJUICE

looking at me — jack brewer (kickin’ it)

womanizer — zack martin (suite life on deck)

just wanna be with you — luke patterson (julie and the phantoms)

name game — kendall knight (big time rush)

the love club — ricky bowen (high school musical: the musical: the series)

feel something — joshua bassett (irl)

long story short — freddie benson book 1 (icarly)

back to you — freddie benson book 2 (icarly)

lollie — lucas friar (girl meets world)

nasa — austin moon (austin & ally)

my song for you — ricky bowen book 1 (hsmtmts)

lover — ricky bowen book 2 (hsmtmts)

golden — carlos de vil (descendants)

boyfriend — ben gross (never have i ever)

call out my name — harry bingham (the society)

are you bored yet — rodrick heffley (diary of a wimpy kid)

𓂃 UNDECIDED ON OXANGEJUICE

you belong with me — lucas friar (girl meets world)

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felicitysmoaksx · 1 year ago

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JJ’s Fic and Moodboard Masterlist Updated 7/14/24

Moodboards

Best Friends Brother AU || One Chicago || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Sarah Reese: Police Officer || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric

Single Dad!Severide || One Chicago || Kelly Severide Centric

Halstead Brothers Adopt Reese || One Chicago || Gen

Merlyn Twins au || One Chicago & Arrow || Tommy Merlyn & Connor Rhodes

One Chicago x Jatp Fusion || One | Two | Three || One Chicago & Julie and The Phantoms || Mult-ship

The Andi AU || One | Two || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric & Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

The Resident x One Chicago Crossover || One | Two || The Resident & One Chicago || Gen: Conrad Hawkins & Sarah Reese

Ballet au || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric

Voight Family Values || One Chicago || Gen and Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Sarah Reese as a Former Black Widow || One Chicago & Marvel Studios || Gen: Sarah Reese & Bucky Barnes

The Sisters Halstead || One Chicago || Gen: Makayla Ward & OC

MCU Spiderman Meets The Amazing Spiderman || Marvel Studios || Gen

Mockingbird || One Chicago & DC TV || Gen: Sarah Reese & Dick Grayson & Mult-Ship

Severide & Reese Step-Siblings au || One Chicago || Gen: Sarah Reese & Kelly Severide

Burgstead Pregnancy AU || One Chicago || Jay Halstead x Kim Burgess

Superstar Juke AU || Julie and The Phantoms || Julie Molina x Luke Patterson

NHL Star! Connor Rhodes || One Chicago || Connor Rhodes Centric

WHAT IF NESTA COULDN’T PHYSICALLY SPEAK IN ACOTAR? || ACOTAR || Nesta Archeron x Cassian

What if Paulo took Daisy with him when he left Clump? || Irreverent || Gen: Paulo Keegan & Daisy

Some Kind of Haunted || One | Two || One Chicago & Criminal Minds & CBS FBI International || Gen: Brian Lang & Connor Rhodes && Connor Rhodes x Sarah Reese

FICS

Marvel Comics

The One Where Tony Survives (Alt Endgame Universe) || WIP (Series)

A Handful of Moments I Wished I Could Change (And a Tongue like a Nightmare that Cut like a Blade) || Complete || One Shot

Two Worlds (One Family) || Complete || One Shot

The Darcy Lewis Chonicles (Series)

Just Tony || Darcy Lewis and Tony Stark || One Shot

Julie and The Phantoms

Found a Time and Space || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Juke & Williex

In These Small Hours (Series) || Complete

Hollywood Tragedy Aftermath || Complete || Bobby | Trevor Wilson Centric

Do You Hear That Love? || Complete || One Shot || Willie x Alex

Melancholy Kaleidoscope || Complete || One Shot || Julie x Luke

Little Wonders (These Twists and Turns of Fate) || Complete || One Shot || Julie x Luke and Willie x Alex

One Chicago

You Held Me Up on Your Shoulders Way Up High || Chicago Med and Chicago Fire || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese and Kelly Severide

It Was a One Night Stand Until I Woke Up Next to You || Chicago PD || WIP (Series)

It Was a One Night Stand Until I Woke Up Next to You || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Jay Halstead x Kim Burgess

Blood Thicker Than Water || One Shot || Complete || Jay Halstead x Kim Burgess

Married But As Friends (Series) Chicago Med || Complete

Delicate || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

You Could Still See the Best in Me || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Cause I Clutched Your Arms like Stairway Railings || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Freeze Time, Baby Rewind || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Friends Don't Look at Friends That Way || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Come Back Be Here (Series) || Complete

Never Stop || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Guilty by Association || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

If I Drift in the Wrong Direction (You Turn the Tide) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

You & Me || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Reader Imagines (Series)

Apartment Fire || One Chicago || Complete || One Shot || Jay Halstead & Disabled fem!reader Halstead sibling

Doctor Visit || One Chicago || Complete || One Shot || Halstead brothers Will & Jay Halstead & Disabled fem!reader Halstead sibling, and Manstead if you squint

One Chicago Soulmate AU || WIP (Series)

Your Words (Burned into My Skin) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

In Your Eyes (and it all makes sense) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Sweet Nothing (All You Wanted From Me Was) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Long Story Short || WIP (Series)

Rare as a Glimmer of a Comet || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Voight Family Values || WIP (Series)

Yeah, I Just Wanna Take You Home || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Hold On, I Still Want You || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Interlude: What If || Chicago Med || Complete || Drabble || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

Bottled Up Feelings are Silently Screaming (You Were Breaking Down) || Chicago Med || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

DC TV

What Happened in Russia, Didn’t Stay in Russia || Arrow || Oliver x Felicity (An AU season 2 rewrite) || WIP (Series)

You’ll Always Be My Girl (or Felicity’s first scar and Oliver’s lecture) || Complete || One Shot

Slade’s Promise (Or Oliver’s Overprotective But with Good Reason) || Compete || One Shot

DC TV/Chicago Med Crossover

Mockingbird & Co.

The Same Little Breaks In Your Soul || Chicago Med || Arrow || Titans || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes

MY REDBUBBLE SHOP

MY KO-FI PAGE

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inspiredjatp · 8 months ago

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<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/55207480">When a door closes, a window opens</a> (1822 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/Inspiredjatp">Inspiredjatp</a> Chapters: 1/? Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Julie%20and%20The%20Phantoms%20(TV%202020)">Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020)</a> Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Reggie Peters & Steve Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Steve Peters & original character Characters: Steve Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters's Parents (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters's Siblings (Julie and The Phantoms), Steve Peters’ friends, Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Emily Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Mitch Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex Mercer's Parents (Julie and The Phantoms), Alex Mercer's Sister (Julie and The Phantoms), Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson's Parents, Original Characters, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Steve Peters’ band, Sunset Curve (Julie and The Phantoms), Loss, Grief/Mourning, Steve Peters deserves happiness, Bass - Freeform, High School, Friendship/Love Summary: Steve thought his life ended when his brother died, in 1995 Little did he know, high school will change the course of his life in a way he never expected

It’s finally hereeee! I hope you’ll enjoy!

#julie and the phantoms #alex mercer #jatp #reggie peters #luke patterson #jatp netflix #jatp season 2 #julie molina #reggie jatp #bobby shaw #Steve peters #sunset curve

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arickaandherfictionalothers · 8 months ago

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Electric hammer to the heart

(Sunset Curve 2.0-> Alex Mercer, Aricka Mercer, Aricka Shaw, Bobby Shaw, Luke Patterson, Reggie Peters)

(CW: mentions of how the band dies: death by food poisoning. Implied that Luke vomited blood from the tainted hotdogs. Heavy mentions of death/dying.)

*Aricka Mercer*

It was electric. 18 year old Aricka Mercer felt the music thrumming in her veins as she poured everything she had into the song, letting the sound wash over her and envelope her in a loud but powerful embrace, and suddenly it was her solo; and she belted out,

“Hear the noise

In my head

It's calling out like a voice I can't forget-!”

Bobby and Luke continued singing after her; so she put all her focus into her guitar- a purple Ibanez AEG70 electric-acoustic guitar; with her initials on the guitar strap. She’d saved up for months to be able to buy it; and it was her baby, her pride and joy. Soon it was time for the chorus; and herself and the other girl in the band- Bobby Shaw’s twin sister, also named Aricka- took over once more,

“Don't look down

'Cause we're still rising

Up right now

And even if we

Hit the ground

We'll still fly

Keep dreaming like we'll live forever

But live it like it's now or never-!” And then she got to step back and listen to her brother and boyfriend take over for their solos; her favorite part of the song:

“We ain't searching for tomorrow-!” Alex lit up every time he was behind the drum kit; his blue eyes shining brighter than any other point of day, and he exuded an effortless sort of confidence. Aricka loved to see her twin so comfortable and in his element.

“Tomorrow-!” Reggie, her boyfriend of two years, echoed her brother, looking over and winking at her, automatically resulting in her blushing as red as Aricka Shaw’s jacket.

“'Cause we got all we need today - !” Alex held and sustained the last note, one he’d been worried about all week. Aricka pumped her fist in excitement, and then Reggie finished his solo,

“Today-!” Luke and his girlfriend- Aricka Shaw, took over, Aricka S effortlessly harmonizing with her boy, both grinning and near breathless; but still managing to blow everyone away with the power of their chemistry,

“Living on a feeling that's been running through our veins…”

Reggie beckoned to Aricka and she slid across the stage just in time for their solo,

“We're the revolution that's been singing in the rain-!” Reggie flicked his hair, running his hand through it, and Aricka copied him, before kissing his cheek and dancing off, singing the chorus with her family- her chosen family, the ones she couldn’t ever imagine life without,

“Don't look down

'Cause we're still rising

Up right now

And even if we

Hit the ground

We'll still fly

Keep dreaming like we'll live forever

But live it like it's now or never

It's now or never -!” Aricka jumped up onto her brother’s stand just in time for their final solo, the twins grinning at each other as he took off into an improvised drum solo,

“Now or never-!”

~~~~~~~~~

*Aricka Shaw*

She took a breath; letting the post-rehearsal adrenaline fade; and grinned at the smattering of applause from the crew prepping the Orpheum for the show that night. Her twin slung an arm around her shoulder and squeezed; Luke gripping her hand at the same time.

“Thanks, we’re Sunset Curve-,” Reggie started.

“Tell your friends-!” Aricka Mercer finishes. The pair had always had a knack for finishing each other’s sentences; it was sickeningly adorable.

“Too bad we wasted the tightest we've played on a sound check!” Bobby jokes. Luke- ever the casual touchy-feely boy; squeezes Bobby’s shoulders and counters,

“Wait until tonight, man, when this place gets packed with record execs-!” Aricka M did a little dance in place: hopping from one foot to the other; flapping her hands happily. The movement was endearing to the few onstage who knew she only got like that when extremely positive emotions filled her.

“Alex, you were SMOKING-!” Reggie says, and the drummer boy blushes, twisting his sticks and glancing at his sister for assurance,

“Oh no. I was just warming up. You guys were the ones on fire.” Aricka M laughs and wraps both her arms around him, as Reggie protests,

“Could you just own your awesomeness for once?”

Alex rolls his lips inward, twisting side to side before finally admitting, “Alright, I was killing it-!”

Aricka M beams as she kisses Alex’s cheek; and he playfully shoved her away and pretends to wipe the kiss off. This only made her protest; and she proceeded to jump on his back and kiss his cheek repeatedly until he finally jabbed his fingers into her sides and tickled her.

“Alright: well I was thinking we fuel up before the show. I’m thinking street dogs-?” Luke suggests.

Aricka M, Aricka S, Alex and Reggie all agreed with Luke. Bobby declined; and stayed behind to flirt with one of the girls helping set up. Aricka S hugged Bobby quickly before promising to return as soon as she finished her hotdog.

Little did she know; she’d never perform with her twin again. Nor would she perform at the Orpheum that night.

~~~~~~~~~~

BREAKING:

Up and coming rock band Sunset Curve strikes tragedy-!

At 9:00, just an hour before they were to headline the Orpheum, 5/6th of the band Sunset Curve died due to food poisoning by tainted hotdogs. The deceased were:

Lead singer and guitarist Luke Patterson.

Lead singer and guitarist Aricka Mercer.

Bassist and backup singer Aricka Shaw.

Bassist and backup singer Reginald “Reggie” Peters.

Drummer and backup singer Alexander “Alex” Mercer.

Mercer and Peters were reportedly “DOA holding hands,” according to eyewitness testimony. Patterson was dead, clutching his stomach with dried blood around his mouth. Shaw was revived, but died after being transported to the ambulance. Alexander was still alive when taken to the hospital; however his condition was critical. Later we learned that just as band member Robert “Bobby” Shaw arrived at the hospital; Alexander Mercer was declared dead, the time being 11:15 PM.

Funerals and other information about the victims of this tragic loss will be disclosed as we find out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

#Spotify #aricka and alex #we’re standing on the edge of great 🎸#Aricka x Reggie #Aricka x Luke #you are my brightest burning star 🎵#the mercer twins #live like it’s now or never 🥁#lost my way til I found you again #the Wilson twins

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oscarhopeful · 1 year ago

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if you’re hearing WONDER by SHAWN MENDES playing, you have to know GABRIEL DE LA CRUZ (HE/HIM; CIS-MALE) is near by! the TWENTY-SIX year old ACTOR has been in denver for, like, SIX MONTHS. they’re known to be quite PRIDEFUL, but being DETERMINED seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ . personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those, FRESHLY PRINTED SCRIPT, ENJOYING AN ICED VANILLA COFFEE, and WEARING HIS SIGNATURE BLACK TOM FORD SUNGLASSES vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the DOWNTOWN DISTRICT long enough!

○ ′ ✨ loved by taco

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 gabriel ángel rahal-de la cruz 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 gabe, gabby ( best friend & sister ), ángel ( parents ) 𝐃𝐎𝐁 october 31, 1996 𝐀𝐆𝐄 twenty - six 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 scorpio 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 cismale 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 he/him 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 bisexual, demiromantic ( closeted from the world ) 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 los angeles, california 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 denver, colorado 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 english, spanish 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 actor

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𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 taylor zakhar perez 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 black 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 honey brown eyes 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 6′1″ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 none 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 none 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 white shirts, button up, cardigans or sweaters in the fall, tom ford shades

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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 protagonist ( enfj ) 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 hardworking, vibrant, charosmatic, loyal, determined 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 self-critical, selfish, prideful, perfectionist 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 acting, photography, hiking, baking, writing, soccer, tennis, working out, watching movies 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 cheetos

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𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 juliano de la cruz, sixty-one, senator 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 yasmin rahal, fifty-eight, writer 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 two siblings ( twin or older sister & older half brother )

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𝐂𝐇��𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒 alex claremont-diaz ( red, white and royal blue ) , finnick odair ( the hunger games ) , peter kavinsky ( to all the boys ) , luke patterson ( julie and the phantoms ) , harry styles , kit connor , noah beck , charles melton

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growing up in a household where following your dreams end up being a reality, gabriel rahal-de la cruz really felt like anything he strived for he could easily achieve. and gabe had a lot of different interest, from playing soccer, to playing tennis, writing like his mom, and then there was acting. he never thought acting would be in the picture, but when he starred in his first role for a franchise, it felt like a dream come true. until real life came at him and the dream seemed just that, a dream.

realizing that he was going to always be remembered for his one role, casting for something else as a teenager was much more difficult than he thought. and with both his parents busy with their own careers, his mom on her third hit book, and his father winning the ticket for a senate seat in california, he felt like the focus had shifted to represent them. and now he had a new role to play, of the perfect younger son.

but there was still a bit of wild child in him, even when he went to a boarding school in los angeles. he became the golden boy, the athlete, the party boy. but throughout those four years, he came to a realization that he was losing himself, the closer he was reaching the end of his high school years. he had missed the one thing that brought joy to him, and he knew that acting was the one thing that gave him that.

so when he graduated, he decided to study film while also doing auditions. as years went on, one of his mother's books got auctioned to become a film, and he auditioned for the main role, which he couldn't believe he had gotten the role. there was a part of him that felt that nepotism was involved, but he always worked hard in whatever he did, and he knew he would kill it in this role.

mixed reviews. it had gotten mixed reviews, many critics calling it a good adaptation, but the acting could have been better, and well, he took it personal and to heart reading that he got this role because he was the son of the author. but did that stop him. no.

he graduated university, and he kept auditioning. and he got another role, a huge one. a love story, and he couldn't believe how much people loved the film. but the reason for their success was because of the rumors that gabe was dating his co-star. the thing is, he was secretly hooking up with one of the camera guys. once the studio found out, they highly recommended that gabe not lean into his sexuality, even though he was bisexual. they wanted bigger success, and that meant leaning into the romance that was already on screen. he didn't realize that hollywood was still like this. but if he wanted a bigger career, he had to play along.

gabe was feeling all sorts of ways. he didn't like the fact that he was hiding his sexuality, but he didn't want to stop acting. but was it a lie if he was dating women, he was still attracted to them. and he was so excited for his next role. so he decided to play the part, and eventually he picked up another role. his new role dealt with immigration, and it was close to home, knowing that he had family members that were immigrants, his own grandfather being one. so taking this role, he felt close to it. and the buzz going around that this could easily get some big award noms put a little more pressure, but he knew he'd give it his full attention and make sure he gave his character justice.

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currently living in denver where he is studying up background for a character

he has been casted for a role that starts filming in denver in the fall.

currently writing a script of his own, which has been more of a hobby and isn't sure if he will ever finish since he's so self critical about everything he writes.

been seen at the local library more often, with a stack of books at a table while he reads and writes in a notebook.

has officially fell in love with denver that he is debating if he wants to buy a home and grow roots there.

if he ever meets guys, they don't last long, and if they do, they are sent an nda, but it never goes far than the one night stand.

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WANTED CONNECTIONS

you are my blood: ⦗ older half brother (35-40) or older full/half sister (30-32) ⦘ this could be either one that may already be living in town. they had moved here years before gabe did. he isn't close to his older half brother, because of age difference, but perhaps this is their chance to finally be. his sister on the other hand, gabe is much closer with. either character can be from their dad side who is latin, or their mom side who is middle eastern.

best friends for life: this is someone who has been best friends with gabe since they were kids. it so happens that they moved to denver a year ago, and when they realize that gabe was going to be out there to film his next movie, they planned the entire move together, excited to be in the same city again.

we are each others found family: so this person was someone that he befriended later in life. perhaps in college or after he graduated. this person is someone he feels like a twin to. every secret, every love, every heartbreak, they knew all about it. and when gabe got this role, he told them to move out with him to denver. now they both are living together in an apartment downtown.

can't stand this costar: this is someone he has worked with, and perhaps they work together now in this new film that's filming in denver. it's usually the two of them always fighting for similar roles. they were once friends before, but jealousy has come between them. they know gabe's secret about him being bisexual, as they may have hooked up in the past.

can you be friends with a fan?: it's a question that's always been asked. would you befriend a fan, would you date them? the real question here though is, could the fan have an obsession. who knows. and maybe this fan might be a little obsessive, or maybe just admires them for the work they do. but either way, gabe ends up befriending them. will he regret it later, time will tell.

i would leave it all for you: this is someone that gabe never thought he'd get close to. they had crossed paths in the past, but now they are here, and there's something about him that he likes. gabe at first isn't sure if they are just trying to get close to him because of his fame or for him. and even after denying the feelings, he realizes that he may be the one for him. but would he risk outing himself to the world for him? // taken by @allexei

OTHER CONNECTIONS

friends

fwb/flings

other costars

film crew

photographer/fashion friends

writing friends

#○ ′ ✨ this is all the information you're going to get ⦗pinned ⦘#chq;intro

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solibrie · 1 year ago

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OKAY. watched ten things i hate about you. it would translate into the softest au bc julie really isn't that shrewish, juke really have that insant connection on lock, and i loathe to mischaracterize anyone for the sake of the story, but i still think it works, conceptually.

first off, the obvious

julie is kat, luke is patrick, alex is cameron, reggie is michael, BOBBY? is joey??????, willie is bianca, ohmygod typing this out made that so funny does that mean bobby is trying to get in willie's pants. Help.

anyways. new kid alex falls in love with universally adored senior willie but he can't date until his little sister julie does. i think victoria instilled a general no dating rule after rose died, and ray softens it by saying if julie dates first, willie can. also Yeah willie is julie's older brother here for the sake of Plot.

i don't think willie actually cares that much btw he loves his sister very much and their MOM died and she's DEPRESSED he just wants her to be happy again :(

julie isn't shrewish, not really, she's just depressed and snappy 😭 she used to be bubbly and nice, but then her mom died and she broke up with bobby??? i guess?????????? and she's been labeled "a bitch" ever since.

anyways. bobby is trying to get into willie's pants i guess. but he can't because of the dating rule. alex is also trying to get into willie's pants, but HE can't because of the dating rule.

enter: luke patterson, the junior who transferred to LF arts that year. rumor has it he ran away from home and wouldn't come back unless his parents let him transfer. rumor has it he almost Made It, but got wicked food poisoning the day his life was going to change ever.

rumor has it, he's brave enough to pursue julie molina.

reggie convinces bobby to pay luke to go after julie so willie will be made available. there's a subplot here of alex and reggie actually befriending luke and making sunset curve happen.

luke does it, expecting a fight since he's heard soooo much about the shrewish julie molina. she's standoffish, sure, especially because he opens with music, but she isn't mean. luke has no idea who this girl really is, has no conception of the julie molina of Before was, so julie is caught soooo off guard by their interaction and?? kind of likes it?????

then she rushes home because she's a little freaked out that she was able to talk about music. I DON'T KNOW. I THINK I'M ONTO SOMETHING.

#more juke AUs to classic 90s teen movies #hummingbird chirp

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ginevrastilinski-ocs · 1 year ago

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✍️ + Kat Patterson?

Kat my girl yes! Could still change something more but this is what I've already planned! (Actually, most of this are things added but whatever lol)

Major thing of all: Julie and Luke relationship. If in the show is "Cuties! They like each other! Cuties cuties!" in Kat's fic is more like "Lmao my sister likes you, I'm going to set you two up"

Gonna give Bobby/Trevor an actual personality and I will explain why he did what he did

Way more songs for everyone

One of my favourite hc ever: Alex and Luke had a thing. Decided they were better as friends, but still...

All canonically queer btw

Julie still "sings" Perfect Harmony but with someone else 👀

Molinas are way more present bc I love them

And Carrie as well!

(Luke x Reggie? Maybe so, maybe so 👀)

Caleb gets punched in the face bc he deserves it

Willie actually interacts with the others and not just with Alex (even if I love them)

Fic will get an actual finale (don't know how/what, but it will)

Maybe more things coming but that's what I'm thinking about rn

#answered #oc related ask #kat patterson #about kat #major changes ask game #manyfandomocs

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innytoes · 2 years ago

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Sleepy prompts 👀 10 for Reggie/Carrie?

Set in the Nuclear Apocalypse Bunker AU.

After Reggie got better, things with Carrie got better too. Tía Victoria kept him under observation for another week, but she visited every day, bringing him food and talking to him. When it was just the two of them, she was different. Less tightly wound.

Reggie came back to the rest of the bunker and immediately got pulled into a Molina family group hug, and then another one with Luke and Alex (his parents frowning in the background). Even Trevor gave him a part on the back, smiling. Things were kind of weird between them, seeing as how Trevor kind of saved his life but also kind of broke the rules to do so.

So things settled down again. Reggie returned to his chores, returned to cracking jokes with Willie over the comms, returned to doing whatever he could to make himself useful around the bunker. But now, he got to joke and hang out with Carrie as well. And maybe even, you know, hold hands. They were taking things slow, since they literally had all the time in what was left in the world, but it was pretty awesome.

Which was why he was the one who was pulled aside by Julie. "Hey, have you noticed something off about Carrie?" she asked. For a second, he was offended, like 'she's suddenly likes you now' was something weird and off. But now that he thought about it, she had been more and more tired lately. And snappy, but not like before, not just to him. More like she was having trouble keeping it together with everyone.

"She's been kind of tired," he agreed.

"I'm worried about her," Julie said. "And I think someone should talk to her. Someone like her boyfriend."

He flushed. "Oh we... we haven't... it's not... We haven't labeled it yet." Julie gave him a knowing look. She was like the sister he always wanted, he loved her so much. "But yeah, I'll talk to her."

So, after dinner, that's what he did. Trevor was out... schmoozing, or something. He was usually over at the Mercers or the Pattersons or even the Molinas, or holed up in the comms room talking to people in other bunkers. So he could manage to slip into their pod pretty easily without anyone noticing.

Carrie was in her room. He'd never actually been in Carrie's room yet, and he smiled at how she made the sterile place her own, just like she'd made the pretty standard uniform her own. There were sparkly stars made from food packaging stuck to the walls and ceiling, and little paper origami flowers strung up, and all the sad metal railings had been draped with fabric.

Carrie herself was hunched over her desk in a posture Reggie was very familiar with. It was the same one she used to get in math class, before he started tutoring her. Frustrated but trying not to show it.

"Hey babe," he said quietly, and she whirled around, clutching... a science book to her chest? "Whatcha doing?"

"What are you doing here?" she snapped. But Reggie knew better than to be intimidated by that now.

"Just wanted to check in with you," he said, flopping on her bed. She looked like she wanted to say something about him messing up her bedding, but he just smiled at her. "Missed you. You've been holed up in your room after dinner these past few..." Now that he thought about it, almost as long as he'd been better. "Weeks."

"I've been busy," she said.

"Doing science homework?" he asked. They did get lessons, sometimes. A lot of it was improvised, between the adults here and adults from other bunkers when they had time. Music class from The Trevor Wilson kind of was the coolest thing ever. Ray taught them Spanish, Mr and Mrs Patterson taught them all kinds of stuff about history, modern history, politics... basically what lead up to them being stuck here. Like if the understood, they weren't doomed to repeat it.

The Mercers, when they could be torn away from their Top Secret Whatever in the Bunker taught them science-y stuff like chemistry and physics, and Tía Victoria taught them biology and medicine. But this book was way beyond what Victoria was teaching them. "You aiming for an internship with the Mercers?" he asked. If anyone could talk her way into that top secret lab, it was Carrie.

"Oh very funny, Reginald," Carrie snapped, throwing the book at his head. He dodged, flinching. "We both know I'm not fucking smart enough for that." Part of him wanted to run, but then he saw the unshed tears in Carrie's eyes.

"Babe, you're plenty smart," he soothed.

"No I'm not!" Carrie shouted. "When you got sick I didn't understand a word of Victoria's explanation, and I can't do math, and I heard Mrs Mercer tell Mr Mercer that it was a good thing I was pretty and healthy, so I could be a good wife to Alex and have plenty of babies to keep civilization going, because I was never going to be a scientist." She burst into tears, and Reggie gathered her up in a hug.

"I'm just so tired," she sobbed as he stroked her back. "I don't understand it and I keep rereading the same things and I'm just so tired."

"Okay first of all, fuck what the Mercers think," he said. "They've been stuck in here for years and they still haven't realised their son is gay as fuck." Okay maybe they'd all been helping cover up Alex' conversations with Willie, but it wasn't like he was that subtle. "Also, just like, ew. To all of that." Carrie sniffled her face buried against his chest.

"And second of all, who cares if you're not gonna be a scientist? There's more to rebuilding civilization than scientists." Carrie opened her mouth, probably to say something about being a... a broodmare or whatever creepy philosophy the Mercers had. "You know how to talk to any of the adults here, like an equal. You're literally the only one who understands Mr Patterson when he forgets he's not giving a university Philosophy class, or when figuring out what Mrs Patterson means when we're dissecting what went wrong with the world and politics and stuff."

"But that stuff is easy," she said.

"Yeah, to you!" Reggie hugged her close. "Babe, you're not a future scientist. You're like, the future President. You know how to talk to people, and get them to like you, and you know how they tick." He didn't mention that when she used her powers for evil, like when she'd been mad at him, she was pretty devastating as well. He was pretty sure she knew that. "The world doesn't just need scientists. We also need leaders."

Carrie swallowed hard, rubbing at her eyes. "You mean it?"

"Of course," he said. He leaned down and nuzzled his nose against hers. "Besides, I have my hopes set on being First Husband." She laughed, before looking at him. He flushed when he realised the implications of what he just said.

"I think I can work with that," Carrie said, smiling at him. She sat up. "I should... I should make a list. Talk to Emily. See about connecting with all the other bunkers, start forming relationships with..."

"Okay, POTUS," he said, reeling her in and pulling her back onto the bed. "First, you are going to take a nap. You look exhausted, Carebear. The world, or what's left of it, will still be there for you to conquer tomorrow."

For a moment, he thought Carrie was going to argue with him. "Will you stay?" she asked instead.

"For as long as you want me too," he agreed.

#julie and the phantoms #nuclear apocalpse au #carriexreggie #this got so long and I nearly forgot to include the actual prompt lol #fanfic #I wrote a thing #post apocalypse #yes Carrie does talk with Emily and is newly focused and determined #Julie is like: wtf did you say to her #and Reggie is like: um so just in case this turns out badly and Carrie takes over the world this is all your fault #Reggie 100% thinks about his own future and is like: yeah I'm fine being the bunker's official child care and manual labour and stuff #no science or politics for me thank

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writerinlearning · 14 days ago

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𝐂𝗼𝐥𝗼𝐮𝐫𝐬 | Soulmates AU. Part. Two.

plot: part two of the luke soulmates AU, or in which you do not only see colours when meeting your soulmate but feel their pain as well.

pairing: luke patterson x mercer!fem!reader | sunset curve x mercer!fem!reader | alex mercer x sister!reader | julie molina x mercer!fem!reader

show: julie and the phantoms

warnings: like one or two swear words, maybe?

word count: 6,0k

author’s notes: english is not my first language, apologies for the possible mistakes. this is the second version of this fic. first version has been unpublished. let’s just roll with the fact that julie can see other ghosts for the sake of this story. and also that carlos can see the sunset curve boys after julie saves them from caleb’s stamp, but he cannot see neither reader nor willie.

luke patterson masterlist || part. one. || main masterlist

Los Angeles, 2020

Finding your soulmate again in the afterlife should come with a handbook. Yes, the colours had come back to Y/N, but every day they seemed to flicker away from her sight. Whenever that happens, when the world around her turns black and white for an hour or so, she’d sit in a corner of her room, where she’s been locked up for the past few days, and she’d pull her legs against her chest to bury her head between her knees as silent tears roll down her cheeks. She has no idea why this is happening; maybe because both Luke and her were dead, and being dead and soulmates isn’t the same thing as being alive and soulmates. Or something is happening to Luke, and she has every right to be worried; she’d just gotten him back, after twenty-five years. If something happened to him, or to her brother and Reggie because of her, she’d never forgive herself for it. And on top of the colours fading and coming back, jolts of electricity keep coursing through her body, sending her flying backwards into the wall or the couch in her dressing-room, the pain spreading to her chest as the little purple sparks on her wrist fade. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, boy does it hurt like a bitch.

Tonight is no exception. Like usual since she’d found her boys again, Caleb orders her to stay inside her room, as a punishment for the last time she went up against him; which coincidentally was when Willie introduced her to the boys. Every day she wonders what they’re doing, only having occasional information from William when he sneaks into her dressing-room to let her know how the boys are doing whenever he goes to see them. What she doesn’t know is why Willie goes to see them that often, but she knows he’s got his own reasons. Willie, on the other hand, well… He simply can’t find it in him to tell her the truth. He wants to protect her, he’d promised Alex as soon as she’d disappeared that night and did not show up for Caleb’s little show. He couldn’t tell her that Caleb had managed to put his stamp on her brother and his friends, leaving them no choice but to work for him. He doesn’t tell her that they’re planning on crossing over, to be free of Caleb’s stamp, nor does he tell her that he’s helping them do it. He knows she’d been waiting so long to see them again, and he couldn’t tell her she’d never see them again, no matter the outcome of everything. So, he’d decided to keep her in the dark about everything, for a whole week.

Y/N can faintly hear the musical number beginning downstairs when she returns to her senses, but she’s too preoccupied by the pain spreading from her chest and down to her body. It feels like dying again, the floor being swept off from under her feet as she crumbles to the ground, clutching her stomach. Tears prickle the corner of her E/C eyes, threatening to spill down her face and ruining the make-up she isn’t able to take off. Talk about Caleb’s magic. She despises the place, now more than ever knowing there isn’t even the slightest chance she’d see her boys again. She’s trapped in the Hollywood Ghost Club, ever since she’d agreed to that deal. Y/N knows she’ll forever regret that mistake.

Her body is taken with a slight startle when Willie suddenly appears in the middle of her room. Her eyes go round, mouth hanging open in surprise. She hadn’t seen him in two days, and he seemed rather panicked.

“I’m so– so sorry, Y/N.” William mumbles, kneeling beside her. “I’m so sorry this is happening to you…”

Y/N’s lips, covered in red lipstick, curve into a thin-lipped smile, a trembling breath leaving her chest, and she shifts in her spot to raise a hand against Willie’s cheek. How long do they stay in the comforting silence of her room, they don’t know, but Willie snaps out of it when he hears the faint screams from below them. Y/N then notices that the music's over, and her pulled brows create a frown on her forehead as another jolt of electricity shoots through her body. She doubles over in pain, a groan leaving her lips as she rests her forehead against William’s chest. Her eyes go shut, the prominent lines under them a visible sign of her lack of rest. Sure, ghosts don’t need sleep, but it’s always nice to take a nap once in a while. And Y/N is the female version of her twin brother, a very anxious person. She’s never liked being stuck in a room, alone. This past week has been the worst she’s experienced so far. Well… apart from the year she was alive after the boys’ deaths.

Willie shakes his head solemnly when he sees her state, a sigh leaving past his lips as he scoops the girl in his arms, the coldness of her skin spreading through his. She’s heavy breathing, clinging around his neck as another jolt shocks her, sending her in a coughing fit. The skater knows he won’t be able to poof them both out of the Club and back to Julie’s garage, especially in Y/N’s state. He can only go as far as the street opposite to where the Club is, but they’ll have to walk the rest of the way. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as he focuses on the location, before he poofs himself out, still holding onto Y/N.

When the cold air hits her face, Y/N opens her eyes and looks at her surroundings.

“W– why are we here?” She asks, voice wavering. “I– I can’t be out here, I–”

“I need to take you somewhere safer than this place.” Willie interrupts her, his eyes darting to her weak frame. “I won’t let Caleb hurt another one of you.”

At first, she doesn’t understand that he’s speaking about Alex, but it doesn’t take her long to put two and two together as a frown creases her forehead, scrunching up her nose as she overanalyzes Willie’s words, biting on the inside of her cheek. She can tell he’s filled with remorse, and she wonders what has happened while she was locked inside her room. Many thoughts fill her mind and, as much as she doesn’t want to admit it to herself, she knows Caleb had had his ways with the boys that night. Everything suddenly makes sense; the colours fading at the same time as she feels the jolts of electricity, and the colours coming back to her eyesight an hour or two later, the excruciating pain spreading from her chest and down to her body whenever that happens. Caleb had put his stamp on the boys and, because Luke is her soulmate, she can feel his pain. Yeah, soulmates in the afterlife definitely should have come with a handbook or something.

—

“I think the band’s back.” Luke whispers, smiling at Julie.

A golden aura radiates from his body, his thumb softly brushing against his wrist where the purple stamp had just vanished in a cloud of purple smoke.

“Do you think we could try that hug thing one more time?” Alex asks, his voice soft.

Julike chuckles, nodding her head as she wraps her arms around Alex’s and Reggie’s shoulders, their own arms going around her waist and over Luke’s shoulders, the four of them jumping up and down as they celebrate playing the Orpheum stage. However, their happiness doesn’t last long when Luke breaks away from the embrace, backing away until he falls flat on his butt to the ground as he doubles over in pain. His hands clutch onto his stomach, and he lifts his head up to see the concerned looks of his bandmates.

“Are you okay, Luke?” Julie asks him, voice trembling.

The golden aura around him has faded away, a bright flash of purple appearing on his chest instead. Another groan leaves his lips as he throws his head back against the grand piano behind him. The pain is worse than anything he’s experienced so far; even dying from bad hot dogs seemed sweeter than whatever this is. The colours flicker from his sight and suddenly, Alex’s pink tuxedo blazer becomes a light grey, Reggie’s red vest turns a dark grey, and the blue shirt Julie’s wearing turns darker.

“I– I think something’s wrong with Y/N…” Luke manages to say, a breathy sigh following his words.

“Wh– what do you mean something’s wrong with Y/N?” Alex asks, visibly worried. “Luke, what’s going on?”

Julie watches as Alex walks up to his friend. She knows who the girl is, from the moment she’d met the boys. The blond drummer had told her about his twin sister, admitting that he’d often wondered what Y/N had become since he’d died. Well, that is until he found her at the Hollywood Ghost Club a week ago. But Julie remembers offering her help to look for Y/N with the help of the internet, and she apologized when she couldn’t find anything. She’d found out from Reggie that they’d found her at the Hollywood Ghost Club the night they’d ditched her school dance, but he’d waited until she knew about Caleb to tell her.

Julie also knows Y/N had been Luke’s soulmate when they were alive, and that she still is even in the afterlife. And, as much as it hurts her because she’s had a crush on the lead guitarist since she’d met him, she knows it’s better as such because she’s aware of who her soulmate is, and it isn’t Luke.

Julie shakes her head, worriedly glancing towards Reggie before her eyes land back on her two bandmates by the grand piano.

“Th– the colours…” Luke breathes out as another jolt of electricity courses through his body. “They’re fading… again.”

“Wh– wh– what do you mean they’re fading again?” Alex speaks fast, his anxiety rising. “That only happens when your soulmate dies, and you’re both already dead!”

“I don’t– I don’t know Alex, okay? They’re just– all I see is black and white, alright?”

Tears prickle the corner of Luke’s already swallowed and bloodshot eyes as another jolt reaches his chest. He groans in pain, clutching his stomach and biting down on his lower lip, throwing his head back again to stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. Alex stands up from his kneeled-down position, and he begins to pace back and forth in the studio, tugging at his blond hair in frustration. Reggie takes it upon himself to stand by Luke’s side then, rubbing a hand up and down his bandmate’s back in hopes to ease his pain away

Julie wants to help, too, but she knows nothing about having a ghost soulmate, nor why Luke keeps having the jolts from Caleb’s stamp when she’d witnessed the purple mark vanish from his wrist. She wants to do something, she really does. She hates to see her bandmates, her friends, in pain but she feels utterly helpless in the moment.

“Hey Julie!”

The teenage girl turns around at the sound of her name, and she sees her little brother standing by the garage doors with a smile on his face. It soon falters, however, when he seems to notice the two ghosts by the grand piano, and the third one pacing back and forth in the middle of the room.

“What’s wrong with your ghost bandmates?” Carlos asks, pointing to the three boys.

Julie widens her eyes in surprise, spinning on her heels to see the boys’ reactions. Alex stops in his tracks, standing frozen in his spot with his eyes wide open in shock as he looks up to Carlos. Reggie seems equally stunned, lips parted and mouth agape. And Luke… Well, Luke would probably have had the same reaction as his two bandmates, if he wasn’t so focused on the pain in his chest.

“Y– you can see them?” Julie asks her brother, dumbfounded.

“Well, yeah. Now I can.” Carlos smiles.

This is all too confusing for Julie; first she manages to touch them. Then, somehow, hugging them and saying she loves them (which is entirely true, she’d tell you) made the stamp on their wrist vanish. And now, it seems that Carlos can see them too. But she doesn’t have time to ponder her questions, because Alex’s voice cuts through her train of thoughts.

“Willie?”

Julie lifts her head to look at the drummer, watching as his face falls from shock into concern as he looks past Carlos’ head.

“Oh, my god! What happened?” Alex asks as he rushes outside the studio.

Julie’s eyes follow him, landing on a boy with long brown hair and holding a girl in his arms. She instantly knows who they are, as Alex takes the H/C-haired girl from the boy’s arms, taking her back inside the studio and carefully laying her down on the black-leathered couch. His hand brushes against her cheek to push away the hair stuck to her face. Her eyes are screwed shut, a frown on her forehead whilst her lips are turned upside down into a pout, hands clutching on her stomach. Her body shakes with another jolt, purple sparks erupting from her chest, and Julie watches as Luke’s body does the same thing, sending him backwards into the grand piano.

“I– I think Luke and Y/N are connected in more ways than just the colours.” Julie mumbles, getting all the boys’ attention.

Even Carlos seems suddenly interested, though he can neither see Willie nor Y/N. All he sees is a body print onto the couch, and Alex leaning against the void, his arm wrapped around nothingness. The situation would have been funny, if his sister did not have that worried look on her face.

“I think,” Julie says, getting closer to Luke, “that, since Luke and Y/N are soulmates, they can feel each other’s pain in the afterlife.”

“So…” Reggie trails out, trying to understand where she is going with her explanation. “Luke isn’t freed from Caleb?”

“It’s Y/N who isn’t.” Alex answers for Julie, his voice wavering. “And the colours vanishing from Luke’s sight means that she’s dying. Again.”

“But– if I was able to save you guys because we’re somehow connected, doesn’t that mean Luke is able to save her?” Julie wonders. “Since they’re soulmates, and all.”

Another jolt causes Luke to bring his knees to his chest, Y/N’s body jerking up onto the couch. She does, however, manage to open her eyes, eyelids half-open over her retinas, but still. She can see the lights around her, something different than when she passed out from the pain in Willie’s arms. She can also no longer feel Willie’s arms, but rather a soft material under her back. Faint and muffled voices reach her ears, but a groan stumbling past her lips makes them stop talking. Y/N tries to sit, pushing herself up with her arms, but she fails and falls back into the couch. She begins to cough, her throat itching as another jolt sends a wave of pain in her chest. She hears someone’s footsteps coming closer and, through half-opened lids, she extends her hand for them to take.

“Hey Y/N.”

Alex’s soft voice reaches her ear, a thin-lipped smile growing on her lips.

“Can you hear me?” He asks, brushing the hair away from her face with his free hand.

Y/N nods her head, letting out a small sob as the pain spreads through her body. With the little strength she has left, she squeezes her twin’s hand, her head falling onto the armrest of the couch.

“It’s okay Y/N. You’re safe here. And– we’re going to find something, alright?”

Alex doesn’t know if he’s trying to reassure himself or his sister, but he isn’t certain it’s working for either of them. Still, he smiles when she slowly nods her head, letting him know she’d heard him.

“L– Luke?” Y/N croaks out, coughing. “Wh– where’s Luke?”

At the mention of his name, the lead guitarist from Julie and the Phantoms lifts his head up, glancing at Alex and who stands by the couch. The blond drummer nods his head softly, and both Julie and Reggie help Luke as he tries to stand up, making his way to the couch.

“Hey you.” Luke chuckles, kneeling down next to the couch. “Where have you been for the past week?”

He can guess where she’s been, but he just felt the need to ask her. He’s not certain she’s able to answer, but when he sees her lips turn upwards in a broken smile, he knows she’s heard him. He holds her hand when he catches a glimpse of her trying to reach for his, and he uses his free one to run it through her hair, knowing how much she loves it when he does so. Another chuckle leaves his lips, tears silently rolling down his cheeks as she laughs a little, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss onto her forehead.

“Does it–” Y/N tries to speak, her voice hoarse from the pain. “Does it hurt you– as much as it hurts me?”

Luke nods his head, closing his eyes when he leans his forehead against hers, and he feels her try to weakly squeeze his hand.

“I love you, Y/N.” Luke whispers through tears.

It’s not the first time that he says those words, but it’s the first time in twenty-five years that Y/N hears them again. And she knows that, if she still had a heart, it would be beating out of her chest while butterflies swarm the pit of her stomach, just like when they were alive. She can still remember the feelings, even when on her deathbed. Again.

“I love you more.” Y/N whispers back, somehow managing to press her free hand against his cheek.

The pain subsides inside Luke’s chest, his body quickly recovering from all the jolts of electricity he’s endured. He’s surprised, at first, and it takes a minute for his brain to process what’s happening. He sees Y/N’s hand fall limp at her side, the loss of her touch against his cheek sending shivers down his spine, and he watches as her eyelids drop shut at the same time his vision turns black and white. He backs away from the couch with a jump at the sudden change in his eyesight, almost knocking Julie off her feet as his back collides with her front, but in the same minute he’s kneeling back in front of the couch; his teary eyes roaming across Y/N’s peaceful features as he cradles her face in his hands.

“Luke?” Julie calls him, brows furrowing together. No answer.

“Y/N?” It’s Alex who calls out his twin next, letting go of Willie’s hand as he gets closer to the couch. “Y/N?”

No answer. Alex turns his head to look at Willie, eyes wide and filled with worry and fear. But William can only shake his head as his shoulders rise in a little shrug. He doesn’t know what’s happening either. He’s seen what happens to ghosts gone rogue, however, and to his knowledge they cease to exist after they’ve been stamped by Caleb. He’s seen how it goes, and he knows that the jolts should have killed Y/N, making her disappear from the face of the Earth. Even if she went against Caleb only once.

“What’s happening, Julie?” Carlos asks his sister.

He still cannot see neither Y/N nor Willie, so seeing everyone getting agitated and teary-eyed is all the more confusing to him. Julie has almost forgotten that her brother could see the boys now, and she’d certainly forgotten that he’s still in the garage, with everything that’s been happening in the last hour or so. She wants to answer him, but she sees Reggie standing besides her brother, and she shakes her head when he jumps slightly the moment Reggie’s hand finds his shoulder. Reggie is even surprised that his hand doesn’t go through the boy, like it normally should have. He doesn’t complain though, nor does he say anything. He only pulls the younger boy in his arms, engulfing him in a hug. Julie and Carlos only leave the garage when they’re forced to go; Alex pleading with them to at least have a couple hours of sleep, and telling the siblings they’d still be here in the morning.

When morning comes, Reggie goes to join the Molinas for breakfast, although he still cannot eat anything. He just enjoys their company. Alex stays by his sister’s side, brushing his hand through her hair gently. She looks the same as he had last seen her, with the same slightly red cheeks, her lashes perfectly hitting her cheekbones when her eyes are closed. He spends his time watching her, afraid that if he’d look away, she’d disappear from his sight. He remembers all the childhood memories they shared, tears silently rolling down his cheeks. The only difference now between them is the fact that she’s a year older than him, dying when she turned eighteen while he passed away a while after their seventeenth birthday. But in his eyes, she’d always be his little sister, younger by twenty minutes.

And then, there’s Luke. Luke handles it the way you’d handle losing your soulmate. One day, he sees the colours again, and a week later his world suddenly goes black and white. And while you’re supposed to experience this only once in your life, he’s experienced it twice. And he hates every part of it. He knows now what Y/N had to go through, when he died back in 1995, and it’s way worse than what he’d imagined. Having the colours snatched from you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to see them again, it’s heart wrenching.

Luke sits in a chair facing the couch, with a song book in his lap. He holds a pen in his right hand as he angrily scribbles down words and words on a blank page, crossing those who do not fit into the lyrics he’s trying to put together. It keeps his mind busy, allows him to think about something other than Y/N’s body laying on the couch. But his swollen eyes betray him, letting everyone know just how much he’s been crying since Willie showed up with her the night before. And Alex can hear his soft crying from where he sits; it’s the only sound in the studio. From time to time though, Luke does lift his head up to glance at the couch, as a way of making sure she’s still here; that she hasn’t vanished. Willie did tell them that Y/N should have ceased to exist when the jolts stopped, and that her still being here must mean something. It’s that little spark of hope that Luke holds onto, as he goes back to writing more words onto the pages in front of him.

Eventually, Alex leaves his sister’s side when Willie shows up to the garage. He knows how close to his sister his friend is, and if there’s a way to save her, they’d find it together. Even if it means getting caught by Caleb. Again. His sister is worth taking the risk. And if Willie is willing to risk his afterlife for Y/N, then so is Alex; for the both of them.

It’s only when Willie and Alex poof out of the garage that Luke gives up on writing lyrics. Instead, he finds himself wandering to the couch, sitting himself on the floor as he takes one of Y/N’s hands in his. His calloused fingers draw small circles against the back of her hand, his tired eyes never once leaving her peaceful features. He leans his forehead against hers, his free hand running through her hair and gently grazing at her scalp, tears escaping the corner of his eyes.

“I love you.” Luke whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “I’m so sorry. For everything.”

He doesn’t know why he’s apologizing. Maybe because he feels guilty; guilty that she’d suffered the jolts because she only tried to protect him from Caleb. Or maybe it’s because he knows what she had to go through after he died, and he doesn’t understand how she went on with her life for a year, knowing she’d never see colours again.

He lifts his head up when he hears the garage door creak open, and he looks over his shoulder to see both Julie and Reggie standing in the doorframe, with sadness in their eyes. Luke sighs, removing his hand from Y/N’s hair to wipe away the tears on his cheeks.

“Are you okay, Luke?” Julie asks him, her voice filled with concern.

The guitarist doesn’t say anything, his voice getting caught up in his throat. But Julie knows he isn’t fine, from his bloodshot eyes and the tear stains on his cheeks. Just as he’s about to stand up, he stops dead in his tracks when he feels a weak squeeze on his hand. He stops all movement, holding his breath (as if he needed to breathe) as he whips his head around, eyes wide open in shock as he watches his soulmate’s eyelids flutter open slowly. His mouth hangs agape, and he drops back to the floor on his knees. His free hand finds its way back into her hair, caressing it softly, his own eyes teary as hers open slowly.

It’s as if the world stops, when he can finally see her E/C irises; now bright and colourful in his sight. Shades of black and white fade around him, slowly being replaced with the many colours he’d come to love so much when he could see them. He lets out a relieved sigh, closing his eyes for a brief second, before he looks at her again. His hands cradle her face, and he brushes his thumbs across her cheekbones, afraid that if he’d let go, she’d disappear.

“L– Luke?” Y/N calls out his name, her voice hoarse, but he knows it’s real. She’s here. “Wh– what happened?” She asks him. “Wh– why are we in the studio?”

Although it had changed a lot since the last time she’d been there, she’d recognize the walls and the ceiling anywhere. And besides, the boys’ instruments are still there so it’s an easy guess for her.

“Willie brought you here last night.” Luke tells her, a smile on his lips. “You were feeling the jolts I felt and– and it nearly killed you. Again…”

His brows crease a frown on his forehead. He hasn’t seen the mark vanish from her wrist, or at least, he doesn’t recall it disappearing. He remembers she told him she’d been stamped; she’d made a deal with Caleb after she died. He does the first thing that comes to mind, picking up her arm and inspecting her wrist. He’s surprised to find black ink on her skin, instead of a purple stamp, but most of all he’s relieved he cannot find Caleb’s mark on her anywhere. It means she’s free.

“Well, that’s new.” Luke comments, chuckling as he points at her wrist.

“Yeah…” Y/N breathes out. “I got it two months after you guys died. You were the closest I had to a family. Well, Alex really was my family.”

“I love it.”

“Me too.”

Y/N, with Luke’s help, pushes herself up so that she’s now sitting on the couch. Her eyes on her wrist, she admires the back ink in the shape of a sun setting down behind the horizon, the ocean waves forming a curve under it. It’s simple, but Y/N loves that tattoo more than anything. Alive, it’d been a reminder that the boys would always be by her side, no matter what happens. Seeing it again after twenty-four years is a relief. She’d known it was there all along, but Caleb’s stamp had been a constant reminder of the freedom she had given up over his fake promises. But now, she’s not tied to Caleb anymore, and she isn’t quite sure of what to do with this newfound freedom. She’d probably do something stupid with the boys, like they’d always do back in 1995.

Smiling softly, Y/N lifts her eyes from the ink on her skin, hearing the sound of footsteps coming closer. She glances up at the garage doors, now noticing her brother, her best friend, Willie, and a girl she doesn’t know.

“Y– Y/N?” Alex stutters, his voice going an octave higher in surprise.

“Hey Alex.” Y/N greets her twin brother, waving her hand. “Hi Reggie.”

“Please don’t scare us like that again!” The bassist exclaims, sighing in relief.

Y/N giggles, her body falling back a little under the weight of two seventeen-year-olds engulfing her in a bear hug. She wraps her arms around the both of them, glancing over Reggie’s shoulders with pleading eyes to Luke. He only smiles, shaking his head a little in disbelief.

“I don’t know how or why this is happening.” Alex begins, waving his hands in the air once he pulls away from his twin. “But I am so glad you’re back, shortie!”

“Hey!” Y/N pouts, hearing that nickname. “Do I need to remind you I’m actually a year older than you now?”

“Yeah, well… you’re still short in height.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

“Y/N?” Luke calls her, taking her hand in his.

He helps her stand up from the couch, leading her to the garage doors where Willie and Julie still stand, observing the scene. Y/N glances at Willie, letting go of Luke’s hand to wrap her arms around the skater’s shoulders, going onto her tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

“Thanks Will.”

Willie smiles; she’s the only one allowed to call him that.

“I’d do anything for you, Y/N.” Willie states, tightening his embrace around her. “You’re like a sister to me.”

A small smile curves Alex’s lips; he’s glad they’re getting along, because he’s yet to tell his sister that he’s finally found his soulmate in Willie.

“Y/N.” Luke calls out for her once again, his hands over Julie’s shoulders. “This is Julie. She’s a Lifer, and she can see us. They guys and I are also in a band with her, and when we sing together, she can make us visible to other Lifers.”

“Y– you can see me?” Y/N asks when her eyes land on the teenage girl.

“Yeah.” Julie chuckles. “You’d think I’d be used to it with these three,” she says, pointing at the three boys. “But I’m not. It’s nice to meet you, and to finally be able to put a face on a name.”

Y/N tilts her head in confusion, brows pulled together and creasing a frown on her forehead.

“When I found out about the Hollywood Ghost Club and Caleb,” Julie begins to explain. “The boys also told me they’d seen you. And they haven’t stopped talking about you since. Especially Luke.”

Y/N chuckles. “I’m sorry you had to deal with them alone.”

A chorus of ‘heys!’ and grumblings reach her ears, which only fuels her laughter, especially when her eyes meet with Luke’s angry puppy face. Oh, how she had missed her boys.

Y/N and Julie spend the rest of the morning getting to know each other, until Luke comes and claims to ‘steal Y/N for the rest of the day’ as he puts it to his bandmate. And here they are now, walking hand in hand by the seashore, bare feet into the sand. Kids’ laughter is all around them, the waves crashing near their feet producing a peaceful sound. Luke soon finds a quiet spot, where no one but them is, and he spins on his heels to face Y/N. He lifts a hand up to cup her cheek against his palm, his thumb brushing over the soft but cold skin of her cheekbone as he delicately wipes away a lash that had fallen on her face. His touch is light against her skin, like a feather, and it results in a thin-lipped smile to grow on her lips.

Y/N blinks twice, tilting her head against the palm of his hand resting on her face. Her E/C eyes are locked onto his hazel ones, glistening with the adoration and love she has for the seventeen-year-old boy before her. He’s heavenly looking; his mop of brown hair falling in strands on his forehead, covered by that orange beanie he loves so much, his hazel green eyes gazing back into hers with love and tenderness, and the gentle smile that graces his features. Just the sight of him could have made her heart flutter, if she still had one, and the butterflies to erupt at the bottom of her stomach.

The world around them seems to have vanished, the kids’ laughter now a distant memory and the waves crashing down the shore a distant sound. The warm Los Angeles wind is blowing, caressing their faces in soft breezes. The birds chirp their joyful melody in the distance, harmonizing together as the sun shines bright into the clear blue sky. Y/N’s bare feet dig into the cold sand, and she lets her gaze fall from Luke’s face, turning around to look at the vast blue ocean before them, settling her back against his chest.

Luke’s arms find their way around her waist, pulling her closer to him, and he rests his chin atop the crown of her head. His smile grows wider when she begins to play with the rings around his fingers, balancing their bodies back and forth.

“I think blue’s my favourite colour.” Y/N says after a while. “Any shade of blue, actually.”

“Why’s that?” Luke mumbles against her temple after pressing a soft kiss there.

“Sometimes, the ocean reminds me of your eyes. They were the first colour I ever saw, dead or alive. And I’ve noticed, over the years, how their colour would change. Sometimes they’re green, or hazel. But there are these occasional times where your eyes turn blue, the same shade as the ocean. I could– I could drown in your eyes if I wanted to.”

Y/N turns in his arms to look at him, her hands on each side of his face. Luke’s hands stay on her waist, his eyes boring into hers.

“Which colour are they now?” He asks, a love-struck smile on his lips.

“As blue as the ocean.” She whispers, smiling, before she kisses his cheek.

Luke chuckles, inching his face closer to her again, his lips brushing against hers. Y/N giggles, shaking her head in disbelief as her hands find their way at the back of his neck, her fingers tangled into his hair, and her lips crashing against his. His grip on her waist tightens, pulling her even closer if that were possible, an euphoric feeling fogging both their minds. Y/N stands on her tiptoes, deepening the kiss, and Luke uses this as his opportunity to bite down on her lower lip, eliciting a surprised moan from her. He smiles victoriously against her lips before he takes her bottom one between his teeth, and he pulls at it slightly before watching it fall back into a pout on her face. His right hand moves up from her waist, pulling a strand of hair away from her face before resting on her cheek. He gazes into her eyes, love and adoration in his, whilst his lips carve a gentle smile on his face.

“I’ve missed you, baby.” Luke whispers against her lips.

“I’ve missed you more, rockstar.” Y/N smiles. “Don’t ever leave me again.”

“I’d never dream of it. I love you too much to let you go.”

“Good. Because I love you, too. And I’m not planning on letting you go either.” Y/N states, pulling Luke in for yet another kiss.

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