#ralex

[invisibleraven]

and this is begging to be reggiefied: “you must love me a lot.” “obviously, you idiot.” “so now you’re insulting a sick person?”

You would think after nearly dying from tainted street dogs, Reggie would learn his lesson. But he was sure that that kind of thing only happened once, and expiration dates were really more of suggestion anyways right?

This of course, came back to bite him in the butt-quite literally as he found himself becoming violently ill no less than an hour later. And every fifteen minutes after that for the next few hours.

Reggie honestly never wants to look at a can of tuna ever again.

"Stupid fish," he muttered as he heaved for breath while lying next to the bathtub. "What did I ever do to you?"

"Ate it for one."

Reggie looked up and there was Alex, kneeling next to him and placing a blessedly cool cloth on his forehead. "Fair."

"You're a mess," Alex commented dryly. "Think you could sit through a bath?"

Reggie shook his head, which meant he was well and truly sick, baths were one of his favourite things, and half the reason he got this apartment was the rather large tub. "Don't trust myself not to puke or worse, and that would ruin the bath."

"Sponge bath then," Alex offered. "Because no offence man, but you reek."

"I am aware," Reggie said, letting Alex help him into the tub. "I can barely stand myself."

"Well maybe now you'll have learned your lesson about keeping food for years after they expire," Alex commented, wetting a cloth and washing off his sweaty and disgusting face.

"Works for hoarders and preppers," Reggie said, ducking his head at Alex's glare. "Alright, I'll go through the pantry and do a purge."

"What do you think I've been doing while you've been re-enacting the Exorcist in here?"

Reggie chuckled, but then clutched his stomach as the movement made it clench. "Oh, don't make me laugh."

Alex mimed zipping his lips as he washed over Reggie's arms and torso. Shielding his eyes as he drenched his hair, softly working shampoo through the greasy strands.

Reggie hummed at the feeling, it had been a day or two since he had gotten to wash, so this felt luxurious. He peered at Alex who was never one for dealing with bodily fluids or sick people, but here he was, cleaning Reggie up after the worst bout of food poisoning known to man. "You must love me a lot."

Alex snorted. "Obviously, you idiot."

"So now you're insulting a sick person?"

"When said sick person self inflicted themselves? Yes," Alex replied, still washing Reggie the whole time.

"Thanks," Reggie said quietly.

"You'd do the same for me," Alex shrugged.

"Still, I appreciate it," Reggie said, feeling much better as Alex lifted him from the tub, towelling him gently. "I will get you the best thank you present. You want a new drum set? it's yours."

"I'm good," Alex chuckled. "Just...don't do this again, you really scared me. Thought I'd have to call paramedics there for a hot second."

Reggie shuddered-none of them were fan of the hospitals after the street dogs, and he really didn't want to deal with the surely judgemental nursing staff who would lecture him worse than anything that Alex could come up with. "I promise no more dodgy fish."

At this his stomach made a weird noise, causing him to groan. Alex looked at him. "Doubt you're eating much of anything for the next little bit, seafood or not. Now, do you think you can be okay on the couch for a bit while I sanitize the fuck out of this bathroom?"

"I can try?" Reggie replied, working his way into an oversized pair of sweats that surely belonged to Alex and a shirt that might just be his own, but their wardrobe was too mixed up for him to tell any more.

Alex situated him in front of the TV with cartoons playing on low, a bucket in case he needed to yak, and a sleeve of saltines, in case he wanted to nibble on them, as well as a glass of ginger ale. Then he went off to make the bathroom lemony fresh.

Reggie let himself sink into the cushions, his stomach still gurgling, but settled for now, and hummed along to the music Alex was playing as he wiped, sprayed, and scrubbed.

His body might hate him right now, and Reggie knew it should. But his heart? It was well and truly full, and that made up for everything else.

But he was still never eating tuna again.

[lvkereggie]

sometimes i’m thankful we never got alex and reggie’s full backstories only because i know the edits would be even more painful then they are now.

[oakleavesandcoffee]

Day 4 of learning how to draw

Prompt: @fandom-free-bingo Tolkien Edition "Fairy AU"

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

okay so question.

if one was to write ralex smut

in the bex verse

but context wasn't *really* necessary

who would want to read it?

[daintyduck99]

"what's wrong?" "your feet are cold!" for Alex/anyone plz and thank

Also tagging @theamd426, who asked for this prompt for Reggie/Alex as I was in the midst of writing it that way 😆

As much as Alex loves Reggie, there are a few things about him that Alex will never quite understand:

1. The absolute whiplash that are every single one of his playlists;

2. How he manages to eat marshmallow cream straight from the jar;

And most maddeningly of all:

3. Why he doesn't wear socks to bed.

Reggie has the worst circulation of anyone Alex has ever met. And while Alex doesn't mind keeping him warm—he spends a lot of time trying to rub warmth back into his hands, which used to fluster them both but now only flusters Alex somehow as Reggie beams at him adoringly while he does it—

"Jesus!"

—nothing will ever prepare him for the blocks of ice that are Reggie’s bare feet.

Reggie just looks at him all innocently, like he hasn't gleefully tangled their limbs and started clinging to Alex like an octopus.

"What's wrong?"

"What's—your feet are cold!"

And if Alex whines, it's justified, okay?

"Oh." Reggie bites his lip. "Sorry—"

He starts to pull away, but Alex huffs, wrapping his arms around him more tightly.

"Just—warn me next time, will you? Or put some socks on. Hell, you can even borrow some of mine, if you want."

Reggie brightens immediately, and Alex bites down on a grin as Reggie asks—

"Even the ones with the dogs on them?"

"Yes, honey. Even the ones with the dogs."

Reggie lets out a literal, honest-to-god squee, which Alex can't help but crack a grin at, and smacks an eager kiss to Alex's nose like the human golden retriever he is.

And Alex can add 'why wearing his socks is more appealing' to the lists of things he doesn't quite understand, but honestly?

If it makes Reggie this happy, he really can't complain.

[ik-g]

[brionyjae]

Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Relationships: Alex Mercer/Reggie Peters Characters: Alex Mercer, Reggie Peters Additional Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, like just a dash of h/c bc i can't help myself lol, Mutual Pining, Pre-Canon, pre-prom feels, Reggie Peters Has ADHD, it's not explicitly mentioned in this fic but it's how i write him!

Summary:

Written for the prompt: "And on that note, we're going to stop having this conversation." Prom is approaching, and Alex is trying his best to pretend he's fine with not having a date. Luke and Bobby both have dates, which is fine, it's not like Alex thought the band was going together or anything. Reggie notices, however, because of course he does.

[wr0temyway0ut]

🌹

Thank you for the ask! This is from a Ralex piece that's ultimately going to be the backstory for one of my upcoming smaus:

Alex shushes him and wipes away some of his tears. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Angel. Are you hurt?”

(Send me a 🌹 and I'll post a random sentence from a random wip)

[romanbridgers]

i need will trent to stunt cast priyanka chopra in an episode then have ormewood see her and be like "why does she look so familiar" so i can have some closure for quantico lol

[rachele-2010]

No school just chilling

Frog days of summer. 🐸☀️

Sending good vibes out to everyone. 😌

[mndvx]

jeremyshada Reunited with the lads in London 🇬🇧

[invisibleraven]

Keeping Spirits Bright

Day 11: Snow + Ralex <=AO3

“If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?” 

The question comes out of nowhere, but Alex is used to that with Reggie-his mind works in mysterious ways. And maybe it’s because he’s a good boyfriend, or maybe it’s because he is bored and there’s nothing on that he indulges him. “I mean in the US? New York definitely-I want to see the sights and sounds of Broadway. In the world? I mean, I’d like to visit Germany; see where my oma and opa grew up. What about you?”

“I’d go to Antarctica.” 

“Why ?” Alex asks with a sidelong look. 

“Well for one, because I would like to see a penguin,” Reggie said, ticking it off on his finger. “Plus I would love to see snow.” 

“You've never seen snow before?”’ Alex asked. 

“I mean, I have,” Reggie replied. “But nothing that stayed long enough to do all the fun wintery stuff you can do in it. Make a snowman, go skiing, have a snowball fight.” 

“I mean if you really wanna ski we can go up to Vail,” Alex offered. “I used to go with my folks all the time when I was a kid.” 

“I don’t think I should actually ski,” Reggie replied. “You know how uncoordinated I am. But a wintery getaway might be fun. One day when we can afford it.” 

“Go to a chalet in the Alps, sip cocoa by the fire?’ Alex proposed. 

“Skate on a frozen lake, go on a sleigh ride,” Reggie mused. “Though I still wanna make snow angels.” 

“We can do that,” Alex assured him with a giggle. “Maybe when we tour through Europe we can convince Luke to take a break in Switzerland in December.” 

“Oooh, have a real white Christmas!” Reggie enthused. “With a real tree, and chestnuts and everything in that Nat King Cole song.” 

“That’d be nice,” Alex admitted. “So that’s what we’ll do-when we’re rich and famous, we’ll have our winter getaway, complete with all the wintery fun you want, and it’ll be great.” 

“Yeah,” Reggie sighed, leaning into his side. “I can’t wait to do all that with you-see the world, play sold out shows everywhere, get to do everything we’ve ever wanted to.” 

“As long as we’re together,” Alex stated.

“No getting rid of me,” Reggie assured him. 

And years later, with fresh rings on their fingers, Alex mad good on their imaginings-whisking them away to a cabin for the holidays. Reggie was in his glee-even as he shivered through every activity, despite his layers. Nothing could erase his smile, and Alex prided himself on a job well done. 

But also on having the forethought to get the fire and cocoa ready so his new husband didn’t get hypothermia before they go to their sleigh ride and snowball fight. 

A snowball fight Alex was determined to win. 

Of course, given Reggie helped coach Little League, he had pretty good aim, but he was a rank amateur when it came to forming his projectiles, so Alex scraped by with a win, but they were laughing too much to really keep score. 

The sleigh ride was more sedate-though of  course Reggie, ever the cowboy at heart was so enthralled by the horses he almost missed the scenery. Alex didn’t mind though-Reggie’s enthusiasm helped belay his own anxieties about trusting two massive beasts (and their driver) to steer them safely through unknown woods and not toss them into a ravine or something. Reggie swore that one day he was taking Alex horseback riding, but Alex wished him all the luck in the world ever getting him close to a horse again, no matter how smooth the ride had been. 

“Anything else you wanna check off your wintery bucket list before Christmas?” Alex asked that night as they enjoyed their fire and some warm cider. “The staff says the lake isn’t solid enough to skate on so that’s a no, but we could try skiing if you’re up for it.” 

“Would it be terrible of me to say I wanna stay in tomorrow?’ Reggie asked. “I love that you did all this for me, but snow is cold and wet , and I’m kinda over it?” 

Alex laughed then to the point that he almost collapsed on top of Reggie. “Oh thank god you said something. I am so sick of it!”

It was Reggie’s turn to laugh then, the two of them holding each other as they shook with giddiness. “So you wanna head home?” Alex asked. 

Reggie looked outside to where the drifts were sparkling in the moonlight, then back to Alex, lit by the fire’s glow and the soft twinkling of the lights on the tree they had decorated earlier. “Nah, I still want my Christmas with you. Just maybe we'll stick to indoor activities from here on out.” 

Alex grinned, pulling him in to rub their pink noses together. “That sounds like a perfect way to finish off our honeymoon.” 

Reggie responded with a kiss-one hot enough to make even their lopsided snowman melt. But that was okay-the both of them preferred the heat. So even with the snow blowing outside, they didn’t mind-they had each other to keep them warm. 

[lvkereggie]

reggie is the #1 willex shipper! that man figured those two out real quick🤭

[ralexsol]

im so tempted to finally make the switch from riverraysong -> ralexsol just randomly right now hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[floating-in-the-blue]

50th Jatp Fic Stats

After posting it, I realised that Sacrifices and Surprises is my 50th fic posted on AO3 for Julie and the Phantoms and because I'm a numbers' bitch, I thought "why not collect some stats? I'm sure everyone is going to be just as intersted in those as I am!" So here we are (also I wanted to procrastinate at work).

Stats under the cut just in case you're not interested in them and want to scroll past ;D

50 fics!

...is not actually correct because six of those 50 AO3 entries are actually collections of assorted prompt ficlets etc instead of a coherent fic. But 50 is a nice number so we'll pretend they're all fics ;D

25/50 are gifts (to 9 people in total)

not counting the collections or ongoing series, only 1 is currently truly unfinished: Can I Interest You in Some Stolen Goods and My Heart? (I still have plans to eventually come back to this because I'm quite fond of the 'verse ... one day!)

I have four series and three of them are more or less actively ongoing (two more than the third, which is on hiatus)

41/50 are set in some kind of alternate universe, a handful of the rest are, let's face it, canonically improbable continuations of canon. There's 4 fics in total which are completely canon compliant (not counting various ones in the collections), which means I've fully embraced the 'what if' spirit of fanfic instead of clinging to canon ;D

31 are rated Teen and Up, 9 each for Explicit/General Audiences, and 1 Mature

for ships (main pairing only) we've got: -> 27 willex (surprise XD) -> 5 Alex/Luke/Willie -> 4 no ship/gen -> 3 Ghost4 (Alex/Luke/Reggie/Willie) -> 3 Juke (mainly thanks to @onlygenxhere ;D) -> 2 Ralex -> 2 polyphantoms -> 1 Caleb's harem (Caleb/Willie/Alex/Luke/Reggie) -> 1 Caleb/Willie/Alex -> 1 polycurve

the 50 fics have a total of 257,447 words* (*not 100% correct because Starlight Sonata is an extended chapter and so reuses a lot of words already posted in In Your Starlight) -> most words: In Your Starlight with 58,024 -> least words: Banded for Life with 130 (the gen band ficlet collection with just one ficlet so far) -> least words single fic: How to Ruin a Royal Wedding in One Easy Misstep with 319

looking at the years, we've got -> 2020: 5 fics with 13,929 words -> 2021: 15 fics with 121,076 words -> 2022: 4 fics with 36,290 words -> 2023: 16 fics with 31,469 words (lots of short ones in that year!) -> 2024: 7 fics with 37,246 words -> 2025: 3 fics with 5,875 words Due to the collections and some fics crossing over, these numbers aren't 100% correct. Also: OMG I'm on my sixth year writing jatp fic!!! Oo

13/50 are multi-chapters, ie 37 of these only have one chapter. It's clearly much more my style but I'm trying ;D In total, there's 114 chapters -> most chapters: Our Happiness is Made out of Fragments, the Willex ficlet collection, with 21 individual little ficlets -> most chapters for one single fic: In Your Starlight with 20 chapters

The following stats are already slightly outdated since I collected my numbers on Friday but then couldn't finish the post.

Hits: 42,280 total -> most: In Your Starlight with 6,877 -> least: Banded for Life with 41

kudos: 3,468 total -> most: Will You with 426 -> least: Banded for Life with 6

comment threads: 581 total -> most: In Your Starlight with 167 (remember this also had most chapters!) -> most on a One-Shot: Call For a Date, (Don’t) Fall in Love

bookmarks: 621 total -> most: Will You with 96

Are there any conclusions to draw from this? Not unsurprisingly, the collections are least successful (valid, it's more for archive purposes anyway). The early stories are still way more successful than the newer ones because they keep snowballing and the fandom was simply a lot bigger in those days. It's a little sad because I've written far better since but that's the way of things.

Otherwise, I don't know. I just know that I will continue to write jatp. For how long? We'll see ;D

Happy 50th jatp fic to me. Well done, Yeo <3

[daintyduck99]

lying together in silence, one playing with the string of the hoodie on their lover's chest for Alex/anyone because Hoodie <3

This is also for @jmrothwell, who asked for this prompt for the ship of my choice! I went with Reggie/Alex <3

He really ought to finish his homework. 

There are always a million things Alex ought to be doing. He's always doing, going, following a frantic voice that very few things can quiet or curb. 

Said things make a very short list:

Drumming 

Swimming 

Reggie 

Fortunately, it's one of those weekends when Alex's parents aren't home, but Reggie is, and Alex can actually sort of breathe. The desire to do his homework YESTERDAY is still there, but it's not as awfully insistent as it'd normally be. 

So. Alex is fine. 

Reggie stops messing around with Alex's switch and gently pries the neglected novel out of his hands. He grasps Alex's knee, which makes the bed stop shaking. 

Oops. 

Okay. Maybe a little less than fine, still. 

Reggie just regards him with kind eyes. Contrary to popular belief, Reggie is capable of being quiet. He's good at knowing what people need; he's a people person, and more people would appreciate that, Alex supposes, if he wasn't also a lot.

He's Alex's person, ultimately, and Alex knows that he's lucky to have a boyfriend who cares so much. For everyone else…

It's their loss.

Reggie nudges Alex away from the edge of the bed, prompting him to lay back and rest his head on his favorite pillow. 

It's a giant squishmellow of a ghost that everyone gave him for his last birthday, borne of Reggie’s insistence that having one pillow was just sad. Alex had grumbled a little at the time, but threatened them when they offered to take it away, because…Reggie sort of had a point. 

And it IS soft, and cute, and thoughtful, coming from the band, and…it still smells like Reggie, presumably where he kept it buried in his closet or something. 

Reggie then drapes himself carefully over Alex, using him as a pillow, basically. He has his ear over Alex's heart and a leg thrown over Alex's, and a hand that knots  in the strings of Alex's hoodie. 

Alex's arm automatically comes to anchor around Reggie’s hip. He traces circles into the soft fabric of his flannel with his thumb.

His heartbeat slows as Reggie fiddles with the string, tugging it idly to a strange beat. 

Reggie nuzzles his jaw. "Better?" 

Another thing most people misunderstand:

Their banter 

Their whole relationship, really 

Because they don't tease when they aren't sure how the other is doing. They know their banter is all play, but they also know it can be too much in the wrong sort of moment, when the other might be fragile. 

So Reggie doesn't make some cocky quip. He just waits for Alex's response, tugging at his hoodie string all the while. 

It also tugs at his heartstrings, but Reggie does that all the time…even when Alex simply can't or won't admit it. 

It's easier, though, in moments like these. 

Alex presses his lips to the top of Reggie’s head, burying a tiny smile in his hair. 

"Mhmm. Thank you, baby." 

Reggie hums, hiding his face in Alex's chest. It's warm even through his layers, and Alex huffs a laugh. He kisses the top of his head again, so full of love that there's no room for the anxious little voice.

So…maybe he ought to do his homework, but it isn't due for another week. He succumbs to the comfort he's wrapped up in, instead, surrounded by Reggie, and falls asleep.