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nicknellie · 3 years

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It’s nearly two in the morning and I just spent an hour writing a Flarrie idea that’s been rattling around my head for weeks, so here you go. It’s essentially both Flynn and Carrie having no idea how romance works. Enjoy.

Smiley Faces and Love Hearts

The notes were really starting to get on Carrie’s nerves. Every time she opened her locker a scrappy piece of paper would flutter to the ground, ripped around the edges and so heavily doodled on that the lines on it were hardly visible. And every time she would sigh and pick it up, read through it, roll her eyes, and throw it in the bin. She wouldn’t have minded the notes if they had been a little nicer. As it was, each and every one of the notes so far had been an insult.

That morning’s note was no different. Carrie was already having a bad day - she had quite literally woken up on the wrong side of bed and ended up stubbing her toe (which was still throbbing almost an hour later), then she had spilled coffee down her favourite top and hadn’t had time to change, so she’d improvised and pulled a jumper on without really looking at it. When she was already halfway to school she had realised that she had forgotten to bring all of the music she’d spent the weekend working on for the Dirty Candi rehearsal that afternoon and sworn loudly in frustration; that had earned her a stern talking-to from an old lady who happened to be passing and thought Carrie had aimed the swear at her. Because of that she had ended up late for school.

And then came the note.

It fell out of her locker the moment she opened it and began drifting to the ground. She snatched it midair and smoothed out its creases. Carrie knew that reading the note would only make her feel worse, but she couldn’t help it. Her curiosity got the better of her and she read the single word scrawled messily amongst doodles of flowers and love hearts.

Demon.

Should’ve guessed it would be something like that, she thought bitterly, scowling as she scrunched the note up again and flung it into the nearby bin. All the other notes had been equally nasty things, many of them worse, but all had been surrounded by those infuriatingly happy doodles - smiley faces, hearts with arrows stuck through them, beautiful swirly patterns that took up half the paper. It was almost as if the person sending the notes was happy to insult Carrie, like they thought it was a game.

Carrie knew who was sending the notes, of course. There was only one person who had the gall to say that sort of thing to her face, and sending the little notes was only a step away. It had to be Flynn - she was the only one who ever felt able to talk back to Carrie in any way.

That was the worst part because that very thing was probably why Carrie liked Flynn so much. So many people were intimidated by her because of who her dad was and her status, and a lot of people only wanted to talk to her so that they could say they were friends with the Carrie Wilson. It made things quite lonely sometimes - she knew she always had Nick and Dirty Candi by her side, that they were true friends, but knowing that other people weren’t interested in her for the right reasons always stung. That was what made Flynn so different, so charming; she wasn’t intimidated by Carrie, she was willing to put up a fight, and she didn’t want to hang around her just to say that she did. For the most part, Flynn treated her like she treated everyone else, a normal human being.

Except for the notes. The notes, admittedly, were a downside. The worst part wasn’t that Flynn was sending these little notes, it was that Carrie couldn’t work out why. They hadn’t been friends for about a year now and had mostly stayed out of one another’s way, so she had no idea why Flynn was suddenly popping notes in her locker. She wondered if it was to get her attention - but why could Flynn possibly want that?

On a normal day, the note calling her a demon wouldn’t have been too much of a bother. Read it, ignore it, chuck it away and be done with it. But that day, after everything bad that had happened that morning, it really hurt. Carrie didn’t often cry, least of all at school where people would see her doing it, but she found herself blinking back tears that stung at her eyes, forcing herself not to let them fall.

“Hey Carrie,” came an unhelpfully chipper voice from behind her. Flynn’s voice. Because of course she chose today of all days to come and talk to Carrie. “I was just wondering if you happened to find anything in your lo— Hey, are you okay?”

Carrie rolled her eyes. She’d never been a subtle crier. If she was guessing correctly, her face was currently bright pink, her eyes glittering with tears like the sea, and she had been sniffling far too loudly for a minute straight. She wiped roughly at her eyes, trying to dispel the tears.

“Go away,” she told Flynn. “Whatever you’re here to say, I don’t care.”

Flynn looked utterly stumped, like she had no idea what to do. This was probably the opposite of what she had been prepared for - she had most likely expected to find Carrie, annoy her for a little while, unsubtly bring up the subject of the notes, and dip out again. She wouldn’t have been prepared for Carrie to be in tears.

“Do you... do you wanna talk about it?” Flynn ventured. Carrie had never heard anyone sound so uncomfortable. She shot Flynn a glare like a knife and Flynn shrugged as if to say ‘yeah, that’s fair’.

“I don’t have time for you,” Carrie spat, being nasty because right then it felt good in a bitter way. It felt right to take her anger out on Flynn. “If you’ve got something to say then spit it out and let me get on with my day.”

“Carrie...” Flynn said quietly. She might have been imagining it, but Carrie was sure she heard something resembling concern in Flynn’s tone. But it was gone as soon as it had come because a moment later Flynn had composed herself and said, “Your sweater is inside-out,” before walking down the hall, back the way she’d come.

Carrie muttered a swear under her breath and stalked off in the opposite direction.

It was the strangest thing. For about a week after that day, the notes stopped. Carrie wondered if Flynn had finally taken the hint that she wasn’t going to rise to whatever game Flynn thought she was playing. Perhaps she had finally seen it was annoying and it wasn’t a good way to get Carrie’s attention (if that was what she wanted - Carrie still had no clue why she might have). She thought that was the end of it, that they could go back to ignoring each other.

Until exactly one week after the incident, a note fluttered out of Carrie’s locker.

She frowned and picked it up. This one was already a little different to the others - the first notes had all been scrunched into untidy balls, but this one was neatly folded. Carrie cast a quick glance around the corridor, seeing if Flynn happened to be nearby. Presumably it was still her sending the notes. But there was no sign of Flynn in amongst the crowd of other students, so Carrie opened the note and read it. Then she read it again. And again. And again. And each time she read it she became more and more confused.

Smile! Today’s going to be a good day.

It didn’t make any sense. It made less sense than the unnecessary insults. Was Flynn mocking her? Had she planned something for later that would make Carrie’s day considerably less good? Was this some new form of insult that Carrie was unfamiliar with? She doubted the last idea, she was practically the queen of insults. And she couldn’t work out for the life of her how this was supposed to be mean.

And yet the idea that it was sincere was even stranger.

Still, she pocketed the note and tried to push it to the back of her mind. She tried not to let her mind linger on how weird it was that Flynn’s demeanour had so suddenly changed from cruel to encouraging. She tried to ignore the butterflies it awoke in her stomach. She simply tried to forget that Flynn had suddenly started being nice. But over the next few weeks, the nice notes kept coming and Carrie kept getting more confused.

Sending positive vibes :)

Your DC gig last night was great!

Good luck for your English exam later, you’ll kill it.

Your outfit looks amazing today!

None of it made any sense. Especially the last note - Flynn wouldn’t have even seen her outfit when she wrote the note. Carrie kept each of the kind notes because they gave her a warm and fuzzy feeling in her heart that she didn’t want to admit to, but she still was utterly clueless about what it meant.

It went on for weeks. Carrie’s birthday came around, and in her locker that morning she found a birthday card. It was filled with smiley faces and birthday best wishes and for once, unlike all the other notes, Flynn had signed it. She and Flynn hadn’t been friends properly for a year, and the idea that Flynn still remembered when her birthday was sent her mind into overdrive.

After a month or so, Carrie finally got the nerve to approach Flynn after school one day and get to the bottom of it all. It had remained a mystery for too long.

“Flynn,” she called, seeing Flynn a little way across Los Feliz’s car park, walking side by side with Julie. Both of them turned to look when Carrie shouted and she felt herself blush a little. “Wait up.”

Both girls stopped walking and let Carrie catch up with them. Julie had a smirk on her face, looking like she knew far too much. It didn’t sit well with Carrie. Flynn on the other hand looked far too casual and collected to actually be calm at all. She was smiling in that over-the-top, fake way she had been when she and Julie randomly came over to Carrie’s house that one time, seemingly just to spill water everywhere and show Carrie and Nick pictures of raccoons.

“I want to talk to you,” Carrie said, forgetting formalities and not beating around the bush.

“Okay,” Flynn replied with a shrug, “what’s up?”

“Just you,” Carrie said awkwardly. She cast a glance at Julie, half-apologetic, but Julie didn’t seem to mind.

“It’s cool,” she said dismissively. “I’ve got to get to rehearsal with the guys anyway. I’ll see you later, Flynn.”

Carrie waited for Julie to have walked far enough away so that she wouldn’t hear what they were talking about. Flynn looked awkward, shuffling about from side to side, fiddling with the strap of her bag. Carrie suddenly didn’t know what she wanted to say.

“Right,” she said, trying to sound organised and matter-of-fact, but coming across as a little bit frantic just with that one word. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a handful of the nice notes Flynn had left her, and shoved them into Flynn’s hand. “Those.”

Flynn raised an eyebrow. “What about them?”

“You’ve been leaving notes in my locker,” she began. Suddenly she felt unsure of herself despite knowing that it had to be Flynn. It was too late to back out now, so she powered through. “They started out as insults and then you stopped for a week and then they became... nice. And kind. Those are the kind ones. And you gave me a birthday card.”

“Yeah,” Flynn said, like it should have been obvious. “What’s your point?”

Carrie threw up her hands exasperatedly. “I don’t get it! Why are you doing it? What’s going on?”

Flynn had the audacity to look amused. Her little smirk, adorable as it was, just made Carrie angrier.

“I thought you’d figure it out with the first notes,” Flynn said thoughtfully. “Julie said you wouldn’t. I guess she was right. But she also said you’d get it with the nice ones, so she was wrong there at least.”

“Get what?” Carrie demanded.

“Look,” Flynn said, “I’m sorry for the mean notes. They were just a bit of fun that I didn’t think through properly. I shouldn’t have done it. I didn’t realise it would upset you.”

It took Carrie far too long to realise what Flynn was talking about. She meant the day she’d found Carrie crying, and she thought it was just because of the notes.

Carrie felt her face flush and she crossed her arms over her chest. She mumbled, “It wasn’t just that. I wasn’t bothered by them that much. There was other stuff too.”

“Like what?”

“I’m not going to tell you,” she snapped defensively. Flynn looked taken aback as if she had expected Carrie to spill everything right then and there. But after a moment or two, she seemed to regain her composure.

“That’s fine. But still, I am sorry. After you got upset I thought for a bit and decided I’d - you know - try and cheer you up. So Julie suggested I try writing you some nicer stuff. Did it work?”

Carrie rolled her eyes, but still thought back over the past few weeks. She didn’t remember the last time she’d felt so... giddy. She had been excited to wake up and go to school, eager to see what message was left in her locker. And her mood had remained high throughout each day because whenever she stuck her hand in her pocket she felt that little scrap of paper with words of encouragement scribbled onto it, telling her how strong she was. And every time she thought of Flynn tucking those notes into her locker, her heart did a giddy little flip and butterflies danced in her stomach.

So yes. The notes had helped.

Suddenly the whole thing felt awkward. Carrie realised in that moment that she had come to get a crush on Flynn throughout all of this. It made her heart slam and she could hardly look Flynn in the eye. And in her momentary panic she said, “Whatever. Just stop leaving the notes. Leave me alone completely.”

And she turned on her heel and left, leaving a stunned Flynn behind her.

Carrie had never regretted anything so quickly. As soon as she arrived home, she headed upstairs to her room and tried her hardest to think of some way to undo what she had said. She didn’t want the notes to stop, she didn’t want Flynn to leave her alone. Quite the opposite. But she had said it, and now she needed it to change.

The next day, Carrie arrived at school much earlier than usual. There were only one or two other students in the hallways, talking in low bored voices or cramming in some last minute studying. None of them paid her any mind as she walked straight past them, past her own locker, and stopped outside Flynn’s. She pulled a note out of her pocket - one she had written herself - and pushed it through the locker door, hearing it drop down on the other side. She took a deep breath, smiled, and then began to wait.

She watched from a safe distance twenty minutes later when Flynn approached her locker. She looked a little downcast and dreary; Carrie prayed she didn’t have too much to do with that. But her look of gloom was soon replaced with confusion when she opened her locker and found the little folded bit of paper inside.

Flynn looked around the hallway and Carrie ducked behind a door. She was only hiding because she didn’t want Flynn to see her and decide, for whatever reason, not to read the note. When she was sure that Flynn would have turned back around, she peeked out again and watched Flynn’s mouth move as she read the words on the note.

Sorry for yesterday and thank you for everything. I really like you, Flynn. —C

She watched Flynn read the note over and over again, watched the little smile grow on her face until there was an all out grin. Carrie thanked the heavens that she had guessed right, that Flynn did feel the same way. That was why she had been doing all this - from the very start, it had been because she wanted Carrie’s attention. It was because she liked her the same way Carrie now realised she liked Flynn. Carrie thought that the fact it had worked was somewhat of a miracle.

Flynn turned Carrie’s note over to the blank side, whipped a pen out, and wrote something down. Carrie took her opportunity - she headed over to Flynn as she began to fold up the note, and she pinched it right out of her fingers triumphantly, feigning confidence to drown the unsteady beating of her nervous heart.

“Is this for me?” she asked sweetly, holding the note between two fingers for Flynn to see.

“I was gonna put it in your locker,” Flynn said.

“This is quicker,” Carrie replied dismissively.

Flynn smiled brightly as Carrie opened the note. She read it once, twice, three times, and felt her heart quicken with each word.

Go on a date with me?

Carrie looked to Flynn again, unable to hold back her smile any longer. She beamed at her and was glad to see the gesture returned. It was a beautiful sight - Flynn had a smile like the sun, in that Carrie was sure her world would revolve around it for a long time to come.

“Does this weekend work for you?”

#im half asleep so im sorry for any mistakes #jatp #julie molina #julie and the phantoms #jatp fic #flynn jatp #carrie wilson #flarrie #flynn x carrie #carrie x flynn #flarrie fic #enemies to lovers #oneshot #my writing #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #first date #this could be the set up for the flarrie requests im gonna write actually!!

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oldsmobile-hotdogs · 3 years

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50 Followers Celebration !!

Hey! I just hit 50 followers, and I thought I might as well celebrate by writing people little oneshots as a way to say thanks!

They should end up being roughly between 500-1500 words each but, y’know, god has punished me for my hubris and my work is never finished.

So:

send me an ask

include a pairing/group (romantic or platonic or qpp or family or-)

follow it up with 1-3 emojis that I have to use as prompts

Also if you want he/they Bobby or Willie or she/they Flynn I’ll write that too just lmk!

I won’t do nsfw, nor will I write romantic drabbles involving Alex/girls. Come on, Reginald.

I plan to also make a little series for these on ao3 so that they’re all in one place.

You can play hardball or softball with this, idm. You could write “Willex 😀❤️🏳️‍🌈” or “Flynn & Julie 🐊⛷️💈” and I’ll take either end, really.

Also if you’re afraid to ask me for one of these, please don’t be! I swear I don’t bite, and I’d love to write you smth!

I think I’ll pin this for a day and then the *parish notice* will be back up, but we’ll see !

#oneshot #fic #jatp fic #fanfic #jatp fanfic #50 followers #50 followers celebration #followers celebration #jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #willex #flarrie #boggie

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thegirlfulloffandoms · 3 years

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Ok hear me out..

Princess flarrie👀👀

first time writing flarrie so feel free to let me know how i did haha

may i present: Princess Flarrie

The Wilson kingdom had always been one of much glamour and glisten, with many travelling from far and wide to take part in grand dances and rich finery offered by King Trevor, as well as a chance of company with his daughter, Princess Carolynn, spoilt and selfish in the eyes of some, however quite the opposite.

Although surrounded by grand riches and the finest of guests, she had never been the happiest behind closed doors where the bubbly personality and courtesies were folded up neatly on her desk each night, ready for the next morning's important engagements.

Carrie had always craved adventure outside the marble walls of the palace, to walk through fields of daisies barefoot with the sun beaming down delicately, to see the wonders of the world, many princes had come and gone offering gold, silver and sweet perfumes however they were of no interest to her, the princes or their goods.

Her luck seemed to be turning around this particular evening though, whisperings of the ballroom occupied her mind as she brushed a comb through her hair, making sure to detangle and free any leftover clips from the grand style it had stood in moments before. What kind of princess would run away from such happiness, the certainty of alliance and the chance of safety?

If only it were that simple.

The princess didn't have time to question it, brought out of her drifting by the sound of rusting from outside, looking over at the window with intrigue, the sky still shining with glittering stars. Something seemed different about them though as if showing a sign of something on the horizon.

'i must simply be exhausted' she sighed her heart sinking at the possibility of it not being anything more than a late-night breeze.....until she heard the noise again followed by the sound of talking.

'come on Flynn it's not that difficult' the voice spoke, frustration in its tone.

Carrie wandered over to the window looking out below to find the mysterious figure, fumbling with something in the darkness.

'is there something I can help you with stranger?' she called out tucking some hair behind her ear as it glowed in the light seeping from her room.

The stranger looked up and felt their heart skip a beat, Princess Flynn gazed up at her and she could feel time slow down, and the sound of angels singing surrounding her.

'excuse me? hello?' She waves down at her,' sneaking around the gardens isn't the best look you know'

'Sorry I forgot the Wilson princess has better things to do than stand there and look pretty' she stepped away from the vines crossing her arms, Carrie felt her cheeks go red, who the hell was this girl and who did she think she was?

'We'll see about that won't we?' Carrie looked down stepping away from the window.

Well, that was eventful.

#Flarrie #flynn jatp #carrie wilson #jatp #thegirlfulloffandoms #oneshot

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one-frog-in-a-trenchcoat · 3 years

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Summary: Reggie hates thunderstorms. Bobby knows this, but he never knew why. However, when a thunderstorm hits when he and Reggie are the only ones home, he may find out (Spoiler alert: He does)

Basically just a oneshot of Boggie cuddles with a bit of very minor angst sprinkled in at the end. It’s only a little more than a thousand words long, but it’s part of a series that’s connected but will mostly just be one shots of fanfic ideas that pop into my head at random times of the day. I’ll try to keep up with ideas I have and stuff people ask me to do if they want to, so if you like my style and have an idea you’d like to see me play around with, ask and you shall hopefully receive! Just please don’t ask for smut because I cannot deliver for that!

As for ships in this series I’ll be doing Flarrie, Willex, Juke, Boggie (obviously), and some brother/sister type stuff with Reggie and Julie.

This is in an “Everyone is Alive” au because why not.

Also, Bobby and Willie are non-binary because “Be they do crimes.”

Enjoy!

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke julie and the phantoms #reggie peters #boggie #willex #jatp juke #flarrie #oneshot #cuddles #storm fic #no smut #just fluff

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caffeine-catastrophe · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Flynn/Carrie Wilson, Alex Mercer/Willie (Julie and The Phantoms) Characters: Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Flynn (Julie and The Phantoms), Carrie Wilson, Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Nick (Julie and The Phantoms) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - College/University, no beta we die like men, I swear a lot so they do too, Drunk Dial, Random shennanigans, literally a crack fic don't @ me for my writing chops Summary:

Saturday nights are for sangria, sandwiches, and drunk dialing your ex boyfriend to give him a piece of your mind.

OR: The Wrong Number!AU that Kassandra and I specifically asked for

it exists! @gillespie-s a gift for you :)

#imakethemonsters fic #imakethemonsters oneshot #jatp #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #flarrie #willex

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wr0temyway0ut · 3 years

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JatP Masterlist

Howdy, I'm Rio (he/him), the JatP fandom's number one supplier of trans!Phantoms content and captain of the SS Wiggie. All my fics can be read as standalones or as parts of their series.

Fic Series

It's Not Sunset Cis Either - 52 Works

A series set in the canonverse where Alex, Luke, and Reggie (and Nick) are trans men, Flynn and Willie are nonbinary, and Ray Molina adopts all of them. Ft. Willex, Juke, Nickinald, and Flarrie

Me Being Fascinated by Willie and Caleb's Relationship - 10 Works

Various examinations of Caleb and Willie's relationship with several takes on Caleb ranging from Caleb is the Absolute Best to Caleb is the Absolute Worst. Ft. Willex and Wiggie

No Ghosts Just Good Dad Caleb - 3 works

Modern day, everybody lives AU where Caleb has no reason to be so evil so he's just a really intimidating but really great dad instead. Ray/Caleb endgame. Ft. Willex, Juke, Boggie, and Flarrie

Wiggie my Beloved <3 - 6 works

All my Willie/Reggie fics

Dance, Dance - 3 works

Various explorations of Alex and Willie's relationships with dance

JatP Oneshots - 3 works

Fics that don't fit into any of my other series. Ft. Rayverose and Willex

SMAUs

Be Gay, Do Crime - 20 parts

A Willie/Reggie SMAU in which Willie is a vigilante and Reggie's love language is crime

Carlos the Ghost Toaster - 21 parts

A Juke, Willex, Boggie, and Flarrie SMAU in which the band becomes famous for appearing on Carlos's YouTube channel

The Spotlight’s Your Hiding Place - 27 parts

A Willex and Boggie enemies to lovers SMAU in which Willie, Bobby, and Nick are in the Phantoms’ rival band

Now the Lights Go Down - 24 parts

A sequel to The Spotlight's Your Hiding Place

Help My Worlds Collide - 20 parts

A Willexie (Willie/Alex/Reggie) SMAU in which Alex goes on a blind date and Reggie develops a crush on his tutoring student. Neither of them know they're both crushing on the same person.

Get Famous - 19 parts

A Sunset Skater SMAU in which Willie is a Rolling Stone reporter sent to write a special edition on Julie and the Phantoms.

Playlists

It's Not Sunset Cis Either

I Would've Still Followed You - Willie/Alex

Perfect Harmony - Julie/Luke

I See Chemistry - Reggie/Luke

Partners in Crime - Willie/Reggie

I Don't Like You - Luke/Bobby

Who Loves You - Reggie/Bobby

Young Love - Luke/Alex

Double Trouble - Flynn/Julie

I Forgot Why I Hate Her - Flynn/Carrie

On The Edge of Great - Julie

We're Gonna Be Legends - Luke

Anxious and Dead - Alex

Tell Your Friends - Reggie

80s Skateboarder with a Quirky Edge - Willie

Mister Popstar - Bobby

The Krazy Glue of Best Friends - Flynn

All Eyes on Me - Carrie

#masterlist #finally sat down and made this #I’m too lazy to put descriptions for every individual fic bc there’s A Lot #so just click the series to find descriptions #if u see this on ur dash ignore it I just want to pin it to my blog #unless u want to reblog and share my fics in which case I love you forever

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epicmusicplays · 3 years

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my fic masterlist

ao3 is here!

i tag my writing with #halo writes and my ask box is always open for prompts! i reserve the right to refuse any of them etc etc :)

all fics rated either t or g - i do not write smut

jatp:

and out of the blue, i fell for you willex oneshot written as a prompt fill! 1.1k, fluff, also on tumblr here :)

the sky was gray and white and (cloudy) willex angst written for troped jatp round 1! 4.8k, sequel coming hopefully soon

keep on flourishing flarrie smau! 30-ish parts, mostly fluff, with a 1.5k prose fic linked in one of the parts

let your colors blind their eyes willex pride smau! 10 parts, fluff, no plot only gay

coming out like we’re fireworks she/they flynn coming out story that will eventually be a series because ✨projection✨ about 800 words

bitch but like romantically flarrie time loop fluff mostly i don’t even know what this is lol written for troped jatp round 2! 8.3k

we will fight to shine together (bright forever) bright lighting guy/rob from the orpheum childhood friends to lovers! written for troped jatp round three (and won some awards), 4.2k

may i have this dance willex rain kiss for willie appreciation week! 1k

spn:

i see the reflection in your eyes destiel kiss at the end of 15x09, written pretty poetically?? 957 words

we’ve been here before destiel kiss set after the finale but written right after gimme shelter, 1.4k

wage war on gravity vaguely canon setting, but au where dean decides to write a love poem for cas. 2.8k

in the architecture of the soul post-confession scene destiel, ft bobby (beloved) and jack (child), 5.1k

mcu:

i’m so caught up in the news peter centric chat fic, idk what i’m doing but uh. it’s happening ig. also theres parley bc im soft for them ! ongoing wip

tides post-endgame, focused on peter’s grief. 2.6k

atla:

so long we become the flowers 2.6k soft mailee fic, i wrote it at like midnight on my phones notes app because i was really touch starved

i hope i was your favorite crime new wip!!! based on this post i’m super excited to see where it goes!!!! plan right now is to have seven chapters plus an epilogue :D

#halo writes #jatp #julie and the phantoms #fic masterlist #i will try to remember to update this when i post new stuff!!#to find #tw emoji #tw colored text #tw bold text #spn #supernatural #mcu #atla #avatar the last airbender

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amoderndreamletdown · 3 years

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Masterlist

Here’s my Ao3!!

Julie and the Phantoms

Even if I’m the Last Standing- After the deaths of his friends, Bobby Wilson attends all three of their funerals. There, he reminisces about what their lives were like, and works through the guilt he feels about their deaths.

Crushing- After Luke shows up at Bobby’s house after a fight with Emily, Bobby is forced to deal with feelings he never knew he had.

That Night- The night of the deaths of Luke, Alex, and Reggie, Bobby is left alone to reflect on what had happened that night, and what happened before, and what was supposed to happen after.

I’m Sorry- After the Orpheum performance, the Phantoms go back to the studio. However, Julie doesn’t go into the studio that night, leaving Alex, Luke, and Reggie alone to deal with the jolts. This leads to Alex realizing that there’s one person he has to say goodbye to, even if it might be a little selfish.

Love and Easter Egg Hunts- Easter was always one of Julie’s favorite holidays. She used to spend it with her mom, dad, and Carlos. So, when Easter rolls around once again, she decides to continue that tradition with Luke, Reggie and Alex.

An Eternity- What if Caleb had possessed Julie instead of Nick?

Surprise!- Flynn wakes up on her birthday to Julie acting strange, and suspects she might be up to something.

The Accident- It was just supposed to be a quick skate through Hollywood. It was supposed to be fun. Willie was supposed to be home for dinner

Jatp Prompt Oneshots

Nickinald Oneshot #1

Nickinald Oneshot #2

Flarrie Oneshot #1

Flarrie Oneshot #2 (angst)

Flarrie Oneshot #3

Flarrie Oneshot #4 (Warning for a brief mention of homophobia)

Juke Oneshot

Willex Oneshot #1 (a little angsty)

Willex Oneshot #2

Willex Oneshot #3

Jatp 200 Follower Celebration Fics

Reggie Appreciating his friends

The Last Lyric- After Carrie dies, Flynn is tasked with finishing a song she wrote.

Jatp Crack Fics

Soulmates- A Fruke Patterbox (Luke x Fridge x Dreambox) fic that I wrote for no reason.

Jatp Smaus

Game Night au- part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10

Supernatural

The World as We Know It- One hundred years after his death, Dean is done with being stuck in heaven. So, he asks Jack for a favor, and gets sent back to Earth with Sam, Cas, and Eileen. He discovers a case there as he deals with how much has changed and his budding relationship with Cas.

Crossovers

The Other Side of Hollywood (a Jatp Supernatural Crossover)- Julie's life fell apart after her mom was killed by an infamous demon by the name of Caleb Covington. Now, her and her best friend, Flynn are on a mission to hunt down Caleb and put a stop to his rein of terror. However, when Julie meets three boys named Luke, Alex, and Reggie while on a hunt also trying to track down Caleb, she worries about them getting to his first. So, she and Flynn decide to work with them, but what happens when Julie's archenemy Carrie and her group of hunters also try to take on Caleb too. Will they began to work together? And what happens when Julie and Luke start to develop feelings for each other?

#I finally made one of these!#julie and the phantoms #jatp #supernatural #spn #masterlist #fics #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3

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caspianjames · 3 years

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hello friends and strangers alike<33

Name: Caspian James, I usually go by Cas, Caspian, James, or Jamie!! Pronouns: they/fae/xe/he in order of preference, but honestly any pronouns are fine (even if they’re not listed) as long as they’re rotated u know Age: I’m 23!! And I will try to remember to update this when i get older,,,,

This blog is mostly me being chaotic about Julie and the Phantoms with other occasional content!

Sideblogs:

@one-young-royals-gender-a-day : a young royals blog for appreciating the gender of the cast

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You can hit that keep reading button for a list of the tags I commonly use on my blog and my list of fics!

No DNI because that’s too much work, but if I don’t want your energy in my space I will block you because it’s the internet and I can!<3

Tags:

#casrambles - for when i’m rambling. if i remember to use it #casuseswords - for when i write. if i remember to use it. #casmakesthings - for when i make things!! if i remember to use it.

Fic list:

Julie and the Phantoms:

Now or Never: ongoing SMAU with written components. Masterlist here, or click the title to read on AO3! Wilex, Flarrie, and Rukebox!

After their last minute show at the Orpheum, Julie and The Phantoms get asked to finish out Panic! At The Disco's tour as their opening band. Eight weeks on a tour bus with Flynn, Julie, and the boys. No adults. Lots of road, lots of performances, and all the baggage they brought with them of course (literal for everyone except Reggie, but figurative as well).

Relight that Spark: ongoing, a collection of prompt fills from Tumblr, which my asks are always open for (even if i’m slow to getting to them sometimes!). click the title to read on AO3! Boys, Am I Right?: complete oneshot about a couple of the boys coming to terms with their sexuality....i won’t say which ones :))) click on the title to read it on AO3! Nothing to Lose: ongoing written for Willie Appreciation Week, except I still have one chapter to finish. Willie’s backstory<3 Click the title to read it on AO3! If You Give a Ghost a Cellphone....: probably ongoing, a collection of SMAU oneshots detailing a Flynn and Willie friendship as Willie learns more about the LGBTQ+ community in 2020. Click the title to see the first installment! Eyes on Me: ongoing, a Flarrie coffeeshop au! (with background juke and willex, of course). Click the title to read it on AO3!

Flynn is precariously balancing a busy life - managing Julie and The Phantoms, who are just starting to make it big, going to college for music management, and working at Cafe Flutterbee - where all the best musical talent in LA gets discovered. What they don't count on, though, is Carrie being part of the "best musical talent" trying to be discovered. And Carrie showing up persistently. And Carrie insisting on talking to her but never actually apologizing. And-Well, it was going to be a long, long few months.

Harry Potter: Inevitable: ongoing, Drarry 8th year EWE. Click the title to read it on AO3 (linking to the smut-free version, but there’s an explicit one, too)

In that moment, he knew two different things to be true: The first, that going back to Draco Malfoy's rooms was probably a terrible, terrible decision. The second, that he would do whatever Draco wanted, whatever he needed, because in the Days After it seemed that there was one thing that was important; Draco Malfoy was inevitable.

Thrice Defied Him: on hiatus, Mauraders era Jily and Wolfstar, of course. Click the title to read it on AO3!

James has always loved Lily. Lily has always loathed James. But throw a Dark Lord in the mix and perhaps something will change. Mauraders era one-shots - two per year, one for each Lily and James - until 7th year when we pick up in full swing in the midst of the war. How do James and Lily defy Voldemort? What causes Peter to turn? And what on earth is going on between Remus Lupin and Sirius Black?

Master of Death: on hiatus, Harry Potter and The Mortal Instruments crossover. Click the title to read it on AO3!

After being oppressed by the Shadowhunters because they joined forces with Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern, the Seelie Court is out for revenge. The best way to do that? Raise Jonathan himself. Already armed with the Resurrection Stone, the Seelie Queen turns her eyes to Hogwarts to find the last two Hallows and become the Master of Death.

#pinned post #cas rambles

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kybee1497 · 3 years

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kybee1497 Masterpost

FIC

GEN

fight through the dark (find the spark)

Bobby centric, angst

Rated T

Oneshot

I wish I could hold you through it

Molina family feels, Rose’s last days, angst

Rated T

Oneshot

1.5k

JUKEBOX

Your Voice is My Favorite Sound

Outsider pov via jatp performances

Rated T

Multichap, WIP (2/6)

8k+

WILLEX

His Last Name

Crack, fake dating & sick/injured fic

Rated gen

Oneshot, will be part of a series

I Got Your Flower (Kick His Ass, Baby)

Fluff and crack, bodyguard & flower shop au

Rated T

Oneshot

The Screaming Adventures of Crop Top and Death Drop

Fluff and crack, amusement park au

Rated T

Oneshot

4.5k

The World of Skies

Fluff and Crack, merman on land au

Rated T

Oneshot, may be part of a series eventually

4.5k

FLARRIE

Promise Me You’ll Catch Me

5+1 fic, angst and fluff, gen, Multichap, WIP (1/6), 2.5k+

Dancing to the Rhythm of Your Heartbeat

Fluff, running through a castle au & college au & roommates au & enemies to friends to lovers au

Rated T

Multichap, (5/5) COMPLETE

14.5k

#kyleigh writes stuff #jatp #jatp fic #flarrie #jukebox #juke #masterlist #willex #fic

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oldsmobile-hotdogs · 3 years

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I started to send an ask and can’t remember if I actually did so rip but have some pairings and emojis

Flarrie if you vibe with it, not everyone does so it’s chill: 🔪✨🤦🏻‍♀️ (these are frequently used emojis believe it or not lmao)

Or willex: 🤝🦦🌈

Thank you so much for these prompts! I had an absolute blast writing them.

I'll answer with the Flarrie prompt first and then reblog with the Willex prompt, just a heads-up !

ok so, without further ado, may I present:

All That Glitters Better Be Synthetic Mica

also available on ao3 here !

‘I’m going to say “Flynn! What’s that you’ve got there?” and you’re not going to say “a knife” because you will have put it down, okay?’ Carrie ordered more than asked as she entered the kitchen, crossing her arms and closing her eyes to avoid the reality in motion in front of her.

'I don't know how else you expect me to open these little pots, babe,' Flynn countered, her tone strained from concentration as she worked. 'The scissors are useless; they can't get under the plastic because it's too tightly wrapped.'

Carrie opened one eye to sneak a peek despite herself. 'Yeah, but that doesn't mean you should- Flynn! Oh my god!' she yelled, racing her way the ten feet that separated the two of them to pry the steak knife from Flynn's left hand where she had been directly poking it into the underside of the lid on a pot of hot pink cosmetic glitter, the pot itself nestled snugly into her right palm.

'You were gonna stab yourself. I could see it playing out,' Carrie explained once the knife was back in its drawer. 'And then instead of attending Kayla's rave together, we'd be in the ER. Y'know, because you'd've stabbed yourself,' she teased, leaning back against the island where Flynn was still tinkering.

'It warms my heart to see you have so much confidence in me,' Flynn replied sardonically, moving on to trying to open the pots of glitter with a sewing needle.

'Why do you feel the need to use sharp objects to do the most menial tasks?' Carrie asked rhetorically about half a minute into Flynn's attempt, shooting a smug look her way.

Flynn fixed Carrie with one of the firiest looks she had ever had the pleasure to witness. 'Because they get. The job. Done.' Her statement was punctuated by the light pop of the needle breaking through the plastic, followed by a faint, high-pitched squeaking as the needle then bent and tore through the packaging, leaving a gash just wide enough for the pot itself to fit through sideways. The squeaking continued as Flynn shimmied the pot through the gap, pushing it a little on either side.

Carrie saw the disaster just before it happened. Flynn applied too much pressure right as she cleared the widest part of the pot through the gap, and it slipped through the rest at a break-neck speed, clattering to the island she was bent over, cracking into pieces, sending hot pink glitter out to the sides, up in the air, all over the work surface. Everywhere.

Carrie struggled to hold in her laughter as she leaned over to check on her girlfriend. 'Show me,' she said, the tone caught somewhere between endearment and Schadenfreude.

Flynn turned to her, and, evidently trying to make the best out of a situation, accompanied her now hot pink, glittery face with a pair of jazz hands. 'Ba-da.'

'At least you had your eyes closed,' Carrie offered, a giggle leaking through, betraying her.

'Yeah, at least,' Flynn replied somewhat dejectedly, a pout forming on her face.

Immediately Carrie's laughter stopped. 'Hey, no, come here.' She held out a hand, allowing Flynn to walk into her embrace, the same hand coming up to cup her cheek. Flynn leaned slightly into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed.

They stood together like that for a little while until, eventually, Flynn pulled away. 'We should probably clean this up.'

The outside world rushed back in. 'Ugh,' Carrie groaned, turning and slouching to rest her elbows on the island and her head in her hands. 'I guess you're right. It's gonna be a bitch, though.'

'Carrie, what are you doing?' Flynn said at just above a whisper, her own speech now being betrayed by small giggles.

'What do you mean what am I-' It dawned on her. 'Oh no.' Pulling her face back from her hands, she saw how the glitter that had presumably been on her right hand since touching Flynn's cheek was thinner and patchier than she might have expected. It didn't take a genius to guess where the remainder had gone. 'Oh no,' she repeated, burying her face in her hands again.

A reluctant cleaning of the island and a dash up the stairs later, the two were now standing in front of Carrie's ensuite's mirror, desperately scrubbing at their faces with makeup remover and cotton pads.

'I'm not even sure if this is what you're meant to do,' Carrie admitted.

'I don't really think there's a protocol for this, Care,' Flynn reasoned, her delivery somewhat hindered by the Scream face she was making in an attempt to rid her cheeks of the hot pink hexagons that had been plaguing her existence for the last twenty minutes.

They continued scrubbing for at least ten more minutes before Flynn suddenly pulled back from the basin she had been leaning over, about a fifth of the glitter that had been on her face still remaining. 'It's hopeless.'

Carrie thought for a moment. 'This... still counts as plur, though, right?'

Flynn giggled a little at Carrie's clumsy use of a word she clearly was not familiar with. 'It can if we want it to.'

#jatp fic #jatp fanfic #fic #fanfic #ao3 #oneshot #jatp #julie and the phantoms #flarrie #flynn jatp #carrie wilson #fluff #own post #ask

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butterflies-and-glitter · 3 years

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oneshot requests are open! send me a word and a ship and I’ll write it!

ships I will write: willex, juke, flarrie, nickinald, julynn

#jatp #willex #juke #flarrie #nickinald #julynn #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #carrie wilson #flynn nolastname #willie ortega #alex mercer #luke patterson #nick danforth evans #reggie peters

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caswellseyes · 3 years

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3 and 12’s titles just draw me in 👀

hehe thank you <3 these are both jatp fics, 3 is a oneshot and 12 will probably be a couple of chapters! i’m gonna do 12 first though, because i want to put a snippet of 3 under the cut :)

12. if it’s all the same to you

ahh i’m so excited for this one! i’ve been planning it pretty carefully, but i don’t think i’ll get around to writing it anytime soon, i’m just so busy. maybe it’ll be my holiday project? i do get two weeks of christmas break...

anyway, this is a flarrie au based on ‘tis the damn season by taylor swift. carrie is a succesful artist who returns to her small hometown for the holidays, where she runs into flynn, who she went to school with. the two of them never quite dated but always orbited each other. flynn (along with most of the other main characters) now works at the local community centre and carrie ends up helping out a lot. somehow, they stumble into a bit of a fake-dating scheme that naturally ends up being not so fake. there might be a happy ending but honestly there might also not? i haven’t figured that part out yet oops.

3. balancing on breaking branches

this is the next installment in the family that i chose series! basically, it’s luke’s pov of his breakup with alex, the relationship with his mom that keeps getting worse and a bunch of other stuff. i’m breaking a lot of things down before they get built back up, but i promise it’ll be happy eventually! there's a little snippet under the cut:

Luke has always been good at breaking things.

He was a fidgety kid, always messing with things he shouldn't be touching. He left a string of shattered glasses and torn shirts in his wake, sticky fingerprints connecting all the broken pieces.

On a bad day, that's all he thinks he ever does. Break things, shatter them, tear them apart like the pages of a newspaper.

On a good day, he knows there's more than that to him. He can do other things, too. He makes music with his friends, cooks dinner for himself. He fixes flat tires on his bike.

He doesn't break everything. Sometimes, though, it feels like he does.

#michelle answers #tag game #series: family that i chose (i see your brother as my brother)

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girlboss-molina · 3 years

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so to the anon who requested a flarrie fireworks drabble, i’m working on it right now but it might end up being an actual oneshot because. flarrie

also, if you’re confused, send me a ship+prompt and i’ll write you a drabble!

#that is all thank you

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waiting-for-my-hogwarts-letter · 2 years

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I posted 185 times in 2021

44 posts created (24%)

141 posts reblogged (76%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 3.2 posts.

I added 396 tags in 2021

#fanfiction - 89 posts

#ao3 - 62 posts

#julie and the phantoms - 49 posts

#original character - 38 posts

#jukebox - 31 posts

#my works - 30 posts

#obx - 27 posts

#outer banks - 24 posts

#fic: some are not meant to belong - 23 posts

#fic: mrs harrison’s coffee - 23 posts

Longest Tag: 105 characters

#and then gave them at least three chapters fully centered around their wedding and wedding related things

My Top Posts in 2021

Some Are Not Meant To Belong

Kiara x fem OC, mostly canon compliant

After almost a year of lawyers and hell, Becca “Beck” Chase is emancipated just in time to have a summer full of actual freedom. But just as it’s drawing to a close and there’s barely a month left before school, Beck and the other Pogues are running headlong into a high stakes, guns blazing treasure hunt.

Well, even if they don’t end up finding the gold from the Royal Merchant, at least she’s got her best friend JJ, and her barely concealed crush on Kie to keep her steady.

And if they do find the loot… well, that’s just a 400 million dollar bonus. Isn’t it?

Sure, there might be a couple of brushes with death along the way… but stupid things have good outcomes all the time, right?

OBX Season 1 Rewrite with OC Rebecca “Beck” Chase.

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JATP Big Bang 2021: Let Them Find Us

Rose Molina’s funeral was a small affair. Only close family and the small remaining number of witches and wizards from the original Order. Julie was sixteen, sixteen when she made the decision.

Next year, she was going to join the Order of the Phoenix, like her parents. She was going to join the Order so that when it came time to fight, she would make the man responsible for her mother’s death wish he’d never made it out of his days at Hogwarts.

Caleb Covington was going to pay.

A Jukebox Wizarding War AU inspired by Paint Me In Trust by @pawprinterfanfic

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Time To Come Out Of The Dark

JATP The Mortal Instruments AU (except there’s no weird incest plot like the clace one)

A year after Rose’s death, Julie turns sixteen, but when she runs into a boy named Luke Patterson and is hurled head first into an unfamiliar world unlike her own known as the Downworld, she fights to find the key to her mother’s demon-hunting past as she uncovers secret after secret, only ending up with more questions.

Did she even know her mother at all?

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You’ve Got A Pizza My Heart

LukeReggie Oneshot based on this post

Oh no.

He froze.

He just told the pizza guy he loved him.

And he said it back?

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Mrs Harrison’s

Jukebox au with minor Willex & Flarrie

Love isn’t always kisses, proposals, and big romantic gestures. Sometimes? It comes in the form of free coffee, just when you need it.

When Julie’s boyfriend breaks things off unexpectedly, she finds herself outside the coffee shop where her friend works. Only, Flynn is nowhere to be found, but her friendly coworker is more than happy to let her inside to shelter from the rain and order a cab.

She had no idea how much Mrs Harrison’s coffee shop would impact her life. But... here we are.

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