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jmrothwell · 2 years

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Character development prompts: Ray and Reggie and the baking disaster

The cake looked wrong. Why did it look wrong? He had a recipe. He had read and re-read every step to make sure he did it right. He even found a recipe that was by-weight because those were supposed to make better cakes.

Reggie stood covered in flour, he had dropped the bag while trying to open it, and he glared down at the pan before him. “You are not a cake,” he told it. Like the cake needed reminding of it’s-his failings.

At first he thought the oven had broken.That would explain why the cake looked so flat. It wouldn’t have been able to bake if the oven stopped working. He almost burned his hand when he went to grab the pan oven mittless under that assumption. So the oven was fine.

Now he glared at the oven. Like it was the oven’s fault his brain had latched so hard onto the idea it was broken he didn’t initially feel how warm it was. Was he sure it wasn’t broken? He slapped his hand to the front of it, still warm, was it still on? Well it clearly wasn’t broken. So why was the cake wrong?

He returned to glaring at the cake. He leaned on the counter, hands on either side of the pan, and glared down at the cake. “It’s just wrong.”

“What’s wrong?” that sounded like Ray, Reggie absently thought. Ray wasn’t supposed to be back home until 4, he had started baking around 10. It couldn’t be Ray. Maybe he just found Ray so calming that he was now using his voice as his own inner dialogue?

“The cake is wrong.” He said aloud, still glaring down at the pan. The flat, clay looking cake stared back.

“How’d that happen?”

“I don’t know” Reggie whined and turned to see Ray leaning over the counter to look at the pan. Ray was home. Shit. Ray was home. Reggie swiveled further to look at the state of the kitchen.

Multiple messy bowls littered the counters. How else was he supposed to sift flour, measure out ingredients, then mix the dry and wet separately before combining? The messy measuring cups-so he’d initially forgotten he was measuring by weight he eventually remembered-were scattered near the sink. The unmeasured ingredients and their assorted containers were sprinkled throughout the aforementioned dishes. Not to mention the various spills Reggie hadn’t cleaned up yet. Shit.

“Oh my god, Ray. When did you get home? You weren’t supposed to be home for hours? I was trying to surprise you. Well I think I did, but it was supposed to be a happy surprise. Not a this,” Reggie frenetically waved at the kitchen around him. Then he haphazardly started to stack bowls into each other while he simultaneously tried to wipe messes from the counter.

“Woah, mijo.” Ray’s volume increased slightly but his tone remained gentle. He cautiously took the stack of bowls from Reggie then placed a steady hand on his shoulder. “Let’s tackle this one step at a time. Otherwise we might make a bigger mess.”

Reggie’s eye darted from Ray’s calm eyes to the kitchen and back again. Ray was right of course, but where should he begin?

“First, why don’t you take some calming deep breaths while I turn off the oven?” Shit, he had left the oven on. How was Ray not pissed right now? He had to be pissed, just look at what Reggie did to his kitchen. He was just good at hiding it. His breathing was definitely the opposite of calming and deep right now.

“You’re not mad?” Reggie hated his mouth sometimes.

“I won’t lie and say I’m exactly happy right now.” Ray stated flatly as he flicked the oven off. “However, my being mad and lecturing you right now won’t clean up this mess.”

“I’ve seen you lecture and be mad at Carlos and Julie plenty.” Reggie’s fingers fiddled with the rings on his fingers.

“Those would have been the times that Carlos and Julie thought they could get away with lying to me, or take advantage of my usually forgiving nature.” Ray said with a small smile before he looked stoic again, “You look like you’re already lecturing yourself plenty enough.”

Reggie nodded as he quietly took the bowls back from Ray and placed them in the sink. Ray sighed as he began to help clean the kitchen, “I usually prefer to have my kids clean up their own messes but with the number you did in here it looks like you could use some help.”

The two continued to clean in silence. Reggie was grateful Ray was part of his life. He didn’t know if he wanted to cry or laugh at how great Ray was. When part way through cleaning they discovered that the cake was wrong because Reggie had forgotten the baking soda; it didn't matter anymore. Reggie ended up both crying and laughing, and Ray ended up giving him the biggest hug.

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smiliegurl92 · 2 years

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I know arguments can be made that all the boys have ADHD/autism/both, but my sepcific neurodivergent headcanons are that Luke has dysgraphia and sensory processing disorder, Willie has ADHD (along with a healthy dose of PTSD and analysis paralysis...thanks Caleb), Reggie is autistic and also has ADHD, Julie has clinical depression and chronic insomnia, Alex has generalized anxiety disorder and develops OCD after the whole Caleb debacle, and Flynn has ADHD. They all have trauma obviously, from their families, or deaths, or fill in the blank here, so that is also a factor for all of them.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp netflix #julie molina #reggie peters #luke patterson #caleb covington #willie nolastname #alex mercer #flynn taylor #Everyone has trauma #These precious beans all need hugs #And to be adopted by the good dad Ray Molina

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starlady-baby · 6 months

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Juke Jeudi time! This time you get a double feature. Art and a story! Enjoy.

Ever since the stamps went away and Julie was able to hug her boys, things were going good in the Molina house. Although nobody knew how or why it happened, none of them complained about it. The boys could still spend time with their favorite alive person (because they still weren’t sure exactly what they were) and happy that they could still spend time with each other.

It was one of those days where things were more quiet than normal. Reggie was hanging out with Ray and Carlos, Alex was probably with Willie somewhere, and Luke was in the studio, working on a new song he and Julie had started. He hadn’t come up with any lyrics, but he’d started plucking out some notes on his guitar that fit with the melody they came up with.

Eventually all his ideas had been spilled out and he left the pages on the piano. He wasn’t sure what time it was, but Julie must be home from school now, right? He shrugged and poofed himself up to her room, hoping she’d be there.

She startled with a jump and rolled her eyes. She tried to look angry but Luke saw right through it.

“How did you even know I’d be here yet?” She asked, barely having set her backpack down by her bed.

“It was just a hunch.” He shrugged. “Whaddya say we go work on that new song?” He asked, a grin forming at the end of his lips.

“I would love to, but I just got slammed with a bunch of homework for tomorrow.” Julie sighed heavily. “And you remember what my dad said. I’ve got to focus on school first.”

“School can wait, Jules. You always get it done anyway, right?”

Once again she rolled her eyes. “Yes, but that’s not the point right now. I need to crank out some of this stuff before we go into the studio.”

Luke rolled his eyes and pouted. “C’mon… you’re sure you can’t just take a little break before working on your boring school work?”

“Yes, Luke, I’m sure. It won’t take long, okay? I promise we’ll work on it after.”

He was still pouting but nodded and sighed. “Fine. I guess we can do that.”

Julie smiled at him and grabbed one of her books out of her backpack. “You’re still more than welcome to join me. I don’t mind the company.” She said, that smile of hers turning into a smirk.

“Oh, why thank you.” He smirked back and sat on her bed.

After Julie grabbed the book, (some Shakespeare play that Luke had unfortunately recognized from his own high school days) she sat up on the bed as well. She propped herself up against the head of her bed, her pillows behind her back, and started to read.

Luke sighed quietly to himself, not so patiently waiting for when the two of them could go out to the studio. He knew that this is what she needed to do though. He knew Mr. Molina meant it when he said Julie needed to focus on school, otherwise their so-called “plug” would be pulled. And as much as he wanted to work on the song, waiting for her to finish her homework so they could still make music together was worth all his time.

Eventually Julie was about halfway done with her reading, which took shorter than Luke thought it would. She set her book down momentarily and decided to stretch.

“Jeez, I should’ve sat at my desk. That board against my back is not comfortable.” She mumbled, raising her arms up.

Luke nodded. “I can’t imagine it would be. At least the pillows help though.”

“I suppose. Thankfully I don’t have much more to read, though.”

“And then we can go work on our song.” Luke said as he grinned.

“And then we can go work on our song.” Julie laughed, grabbing her book again. This time though, instead of resting against the board and her stack of pillows, she leaned up against Luke.

His eyes widened a bit and then his grin turned to a soft smile. “Sounds like a plan, boss.”

Julie laughed quietly and returned to her book. As her eyes went over the pages and the words form sentences in her head, she eventually found herself under Luke’s arm, her head not too far away from his.

He looked down at her, happy to have her in his arms. So glad he can finally hold her and be around her without being afraid that they’d never be able to touch. That they could never hold hands. That this little relationship of theirs couldn’t go anywhere. Now he felt like he didn’t need to worry about that anymore.

Her eyes glanced up and she saw his soft hazel eyes staring into her own. They looked at each other for a second, taking in each other’s beauty, until they both leaned closer and their lips locked together.

After they pulled away, Luke grinned.

“I think this little relationship of ours just got a bit more interesting.”

#happy juke jeudi!#juke jeudi #jukebox #juke #julie and the phantoms #jatp #luke patterson #julie molina #julie x luke #luke jatp #julie jatp #my fanart #my fanfic too I guess-#I’ve never really posted my writing anywhere before #so I hope ya’ll like it #this was fun nonetheless #yay juke!

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legolasghosty · 5 months

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Hello, I heard you say that people don't send you many asks anymore, that needs to be changed immediately!!

Can I request a high school au with sticky notes? Something short and fluffy?

Okay, love you, byeeee!!! 💖💖💖

Gentlepeople of the world, may I present my lovely fiance? I love you so muchhhh! Thank youuuu! And yes of course you may! I love me some sticky notes!

Willie catches one glimpse of Julie on her way to class and reaches for the pad of sticky notes in their backpack. Her hunched shoulders and oversized blue and black flannel(probably Ray's) illustrate how she's feeling more than any words could. No time to catch her in the passing period, but he can probably get to her locker before she does after history.

They slide into their seat just as the bell rings. Reggie shoots him a smile from his spot a few seats over. Willie returns it, and doesn't miss the big A written at the top of the quiz Mr. Hood hands him a minute later. Willie's only has a B+, but he's happy with it. Mr. Hood starts talking about some club thing after that, so Willie sets his pad of sticky notes down just inside their desk to write. They have a few to write since this morning.

A hype up note for Julie, along with a dumb joke to make her smile on her bad day.

A good luck note to Carrie for her dance performance this afternoon.

A congrats note to Reggie for his history grade, which Willie knows he worked hard for.

A reminder to Luke that they're all doing dinner at the Molinas' tonight, cause he always forgets that kind of thing.

Willie's not sure when exactly it became A Thing, them writing notes to their friends and leaving them in their lockers throughout the day. His dad is probably to blame for the start of it. Caleb started putting notes in his lunchboxes less than a year after Willie had come to live with him. Usually reminders about appointments or best wishes for tests, but sometimes they just said "I love you" in the magician's curly, elegant handwriting.

So when Willie finally made friends, it only made sense to start writing the same notes to them.

He carefully folds the notes and tucks them into his pocket for later. As fun as it would be to ask for a bathroom pass and just happen to pass all his friends' lockers on the way, they'd gotten in trouble for that a couple of times already this year. He should probably try and pay attention.

After class finally ends, they dart out of the room. He's not sure he'll be able to get everyone before they reach their lockers, but he's certainly going to try.

When he's finished and stops for a second at his own locker, Willie is greeted by Alex's soft smile as the drummer leans against his own locker. Willie doesn't dare press his own lips against Alex's, they aren't really out as a couple at school, but they return his grin and brush their fingers against his on the way to his locker handle.

"How was history?" Alex asks.

"Same old," Willie responds with a shrug. "Bunch of straight white guys making up rules and ruining everyone else's lives."

"Youch, sounds like fun," Alex says sarcastically just as Willie swings his locker open.

Willie steps back, startled, as a bunch of slips of paper fall out of their locker. They're all little squares, uniform in size if not in color. And now they're on the floor all around their feet.

"Whoops," Alex mutters, dropping to his knees and starting to gather the papers.

Willie quickly joins him on the floor and scoops up a few of the slips. It takes the two of them a minute to gather them all. Just as they finish, the bell rings.

Alex swears under his breath and hands his stack of paper to Willie. "I gotta get to class, sorry," he says, offering a smile before hurrying off.

Willie stuffs the papers into his back pocket and slams his locker shut. At least he's already close to their English classroom. A quick dash later, he's sliding into his seat just as the teacher calls his name for roll call.

With trying to pay attention in class and not get distracted by the spring leaves on the tree outside, Willie totally forgets about the papers until study hall, his last period of the day.

They shift in their chair for the millionth time, trying to get comfortable. Their pocket just feels weird underneath him. Willie reaches back to make sure some old receipt didn't end up in there or something. But instead he finds a bunch of colorful sticky notes.

Willie frowns down at the crumpled slips. Sure, he slips notes into people's lockers all the time, but he doesn't get them back much. And never this many at once. He starts laying them out across his desk, grateful for a teacher who mostly ignores them the whole period.

Each paper has a single letter on it, which was odd, but they're all written in a very familiar hand. Willie smiles softly. Alex's awkward fumbling for them suddenly makes a lot more sense.

The letters are P, W, O, M, T, H, E, I, another M, and R, with a ? on the final note. Willie grins at the challenge and begins rearranging them into words. The worm? Moth prim? Their Mom?

Oh.

Willie feels like his heartbeat can probably be heard by the whole school as they fumble for their own notepad.

YES, I would LOVE to go to prom with you!!!! they write on the little blue paper. Though maybe this one can be a hand delivery, rather than being slipped into Alex's locker. It is the end of the day after all. No use leaving their boyfriend on pins and needles any longer.

Willie carefully tucks Alex's notes into a folder, probably looking like an idiot for how wide he's grinning but not caring in the slightest. Alex just asked him to prom! Which means coming out together. Being them. For the whole school to see.

Willie can't wait.

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp fanfic #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp #they're so soft #I love them so muchhhh #thank you again Linden for this prompt!!!#a promposal wasn't my original plan #but I am NOT mad about it!#I have a Willex obsession it's fine

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invisibleraven · 8 months

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"You're family." for RAY AND ANY OF THE PHANTOMS because you said I could so I will

Ray groaned as his alarm went off, glaring at it with bleary eyes. Even more so when he saw the date. It's not like he used to mind his birthday-he loved all the gifts the kids made him, treasured every popsicle stick picture frame, lumpy vase, and burned pancake.

And it wasn't like he feared getting older-hell, he'd been going grey since his thirties. Rose had always teased him about being a silver fox-but luckily she was into that.

He supposed it was the Rose of it all that he hated. This wasn't his first birthday without her, not in the slightest. But whenever he pictured turning fifty, he pictured Rose right next to him. Maybe with a few streaks of silver in her curly hair, laugh lines prominent as she sang to him and gave him her traditional gift of a new watch, given his tendency to lose or break his.

He's amazed he's managed to hang onto the last one she gave him for so long. Sure he's had to have it fixed more than once, probably spending more on repairs than the watch itself cost, but he couldn't let it go.

Ray took his time getting out of bed, even debated staying there for the day. But Julie and her band were visiting on a rare break from touring. They had come home specifically to help him celebrate, so he needed to at least put on a smile and try for them. Plus this would be his last birthday before Carlos went off to college, and who knew if he'd come home for future ones, so Ray sucked it up and left his room.

The kitchen was bustling already, but with a house full of kids in their early twenties, that was hardly surprising. Sure they usually slept in, but they were also likely to wake with the sun; Julie, Reggie, and Alex going on a run while Willie did yoga and Luke did some free weights.

"Papi!" Julie exclaimed, "what are you doing up?"

"My alarm went off, figured it was time," Ray replied with a shrug.

"Don't you make your own schedule? What's the point of a schedule?" Willie asked.

"Stuck in my ways I guess," Ray replied. "Plus I had to get Carlos up every day to go to work or school. Goodness knows if he'll ever get out of bed when he's off to college."

"Hey!" Carlos shouted from his spot on the couch, the sound of his video game beeping and bopping in the background. "I resemble that remark!"

"I'm sure the little man will do what we all did; set a million alarms," Reggie said with a grin, hip checking Alex as the drummer poured coffee into mugs.

"We wanted to bring you breakfast in bed," Luke said, looking sheepish as he took toast from the toaster, placing triangles on each plate, with Willie coming behind him to butter them as needed.

"You guys don't have to go to all that trouble," Ray said, though he was touched. He hadn't had breakfast in bed since long before Rose passed, after the kids got too big to squeeze into the bed with them. "Plus I'd rather eat down here with you guys."

Breakfast was lovely, but simple, though Ray was fine with that. Reggie and Julie were decent cooks, Alex moderate, but the other two boys were not to be trusted with more than toast, so Ray should thank whatever forces were watching out for him that he wasn't eating Luke's eggs right now.

But what really surprised him was the small packages that took the place of his dishes once they were all done eating.

"What's all this?"

"It's your birthday," Julie supplied. "We had to get you presents."

"You and Carlos sure, but the guys..."

"No arguments," Reggie said. "Birthdays mean presents."

"You're family," Willie added. "I always get family presents for their birthdays."

Ray sniffled at that. He knew none of the guys had great family lives, and had more than once come to him for fatherly advice or a dad hug. He just didn't realize they saw it the same way though.

"Well you're all family too," Ray said, swiping the tears from his eyes. "Molinas one and all."

"I always wanted to be a Molina," Reggie said, though his eyes were on Julie who nuzzled their noses together.

"One day cariño." She kissed him sweetly, and Ray watched with surprise, his eyes flying to Luke, who was smiling at the couple with sincerity. Well then, he would have to grab Julie for an explanation for all of that.

Ray coughed and bit back a grin when Julie and Reggie jumped apart, blushing a little. "Well, let's do presents!"

The gifts were sweet, and lovely. A nice new wallet embossed with his name from Alex and Willie, filled with gift cards for some of his favourite spots. A few vintage records from Luke, all bands the two of them had bonded over, and ones he was missing from his collection. A cookbook from Carlos, with a bookmark for the page for spaghetti, something that caused everyone to laugh.

Reggie was almost shy as he gave Ray his gift. "It's nothing special..."

"I'm sure no matter how fancy it is, I'll love it, because it's from you mijo," Ray assured him. And he did, as inside was a picture in a simple silver frame; a shot of last Christmas, the band and the family all sitting around the tree in their matching jammies, paper strewn on the ground, mugs of cocoa in hands, and smiles all around. A true family portrait.

"I was right, I love it," Ray said, his voice faltering due to the emotion he was feeling. Pulling a blushing Reggie in for a hug, and not letting go for an extra beat, knowing how much they both needed it.

"My turn," Julie said, sliding a small box over to him. "This... mami gave me this to give to you. I hope you like it."

Ray knew what it was before he even ripped the paper. The box gave it away, and with trembling hands, he opened it, seeing the watch sitting there. Picking it up, he marvelled at the old fashioned design, the leather strap, and on the back, he let out a small sob at the words engraved there.

Here's to the next 50 mi amor, Te Amo Rose

Ray very gently took off the watch he had worn for the past seven years, and slid on the new, unable to stop crying as it settled over his wrist. Smiling weakly at Julie for giving him the thing he most wanted today, even if he wished Rose was here to give it.

But she was, he realized. She was here in Julie and Carlos, living on through them. She was there in the boys, her music helping them launch their careers. She was here in him, her unending love the force that kept him going, and allowing him to open his home, and his heart to so many.

"Thank you all," Ray said, his voice rough and shaky. "This has been the best birthday I could have asked for."

"Well don't say that, we haven't even had cake!" Willie joked, but Ray could see they were all in states of tears.

"Maybe let's keep that for after dinner," Ray replied. "For now...how about a family hug and then you guys can get started on the dishes while I read the paper?"

They all groaned, but none of them hesitated to embrace him, and Ray had never been so glad to have gotten out of bed.

#filled prompts #ficlet #ray molina: best tv dad #julie and the phantoms

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littlemissaddict · 1 year

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Chestnuts - Luke Patterson x Fem!Reader

Summary: A night in hanging out at Julie’s with a firepit and marshmallows.

Word Count: 636

December in Los Angeles was cold to say the least but at least they hadn’t had any snow yet to make the weather even more miserable than it already was. Even Luke was out of his tank tops and into long sleeves which was saying something.

“Come on dolly daydream” Luke voices breaks through her thoughts as she blinks over at him standing in the doorway bundled up in a hoodie and a coat waiting for her. Between her thoughts of the cold and Luke’s irritation of the weather she had almost forgotten they were supposed to be going over to Julie’s for the evening.

The walk over to the Molinas’ didn’t feel like it took them very long although she knows that it probably took the same amount of time that it usually took but the light chatter and the way Luke's hand was warming her own, the time passed quickly. Julie welcomed them both with a hug when she opened the door to them, ushering them inside to join the rest of the group who were sitting on the various couches in the living room.

“Ah nice of you to join us” Alex smiles sarcastically when he sees them enter the room, “You know we had a bet to see who we thought would arrive first, you or the pizza” he teases which makes everyone laugh.

“Wait, you ordered the pizza already, how did you know what we wanted?” he exclaims, glancing around at everyone with a frown on his face.

“Probably because you order the same thing everytime” Flynn says with a roll of her eyes, already looking done with Luke’s dramatics but her words were enough to quiet him save for a few grumbles as he sat down on one of the empty couches and pulling her down with him.

“Okay so if we're done with the bickering let’s put the movie on” Julie cuts in before anyone else can say anything else, “and then afterwards dad said he’d set up the firepit and we can break out the marshmallows” she adds with a smile which gets a cheer from the group.

Two hours later when the movie is finished, their bellies are full of pizza and Ray has managed to get quite a good fire going, the group has situated themselves around the fire pit. “So we just stick them in the fire, how do we know when they’re done?” Reggie asks, almost vibrating with excitement in his seat next to Alex.

“It shouldn’t take that long to toast them but you’ll know by the colour when they’re done” Julie explains, handing the skewers out and reaching for the bags of marshmallows.

“Yeah and you’ll know when you’ve burnt it” she chuckles from her seat on his other side, nudging Reggie with her elbow.

The first few marshmallows do end up burnt much to their dismay but things do seem to improve when they start coming out just right. So much so that it has Luke singing away, “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire”

Not wanting to dampen his spirit, she giggles as she rests her head on his shoulder while keeping her eyes on her own marshmallow. “Not chestnuts” she mumbles quietly enough that only he can hear.

She feels him, more than sees it when he sighs and shakes his head at her correction before starting the song again. “Marshmallows roasting on an open fire” he sings as she pulls away from him to inspect her marshmallow that she pulls from the fire, though a smile does work its way onto her face as he does, “That better for you?” he asks, eyebrows raised and laughing when she nods in reply before settling back into her previous position. Maybe December nights aren’t as miserable as she remembered them being.

#littlemissaddicts blurbmass 2022 #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson x reader fluff #luke patterson #luke patterson oneshot #luke patterson drabble #julie and the phantoms #jatp

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thedadbracket · 1 year

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ROUND ONE STATISTICS

The winners of Round 1 and their win percentages are below the cut! Thanks for the insane amount of engagement so far - I hope the next round will be just as fun! The Lightning Round (as detailed in the pinned post) will post at 9AM tomorrow! Good night, everyone <3

Maes Hughes - Fullmetal Alchemist

Won by 68%

Charlie Swan - Twilight

Won by 9.4%

Uncle Iroh - ATLA

Won by 44.2%

Jawbone O'Shaughnessey - Fantasy High

Won by 6.6%

George Joestar - JJBA

Won by 17.4%

The Joxter - The Moomins

Won by 21.8%

Geralt of Rivia - The Witcher

Won by 45.2%

Marlin - Finding Nemo

Won by 69.6%

Bobby Singer - Supernatural

Won by 11%

Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner - Criminal Minds

Won by 34.6%

Magneto - Marvel

Won by 40.8%

Stoick - How to Train Your Dragon

Won by 19.6%

Donkey - Shrek

Won by 42.4%

Bobby Nash - 9-1-1

Won by 28.4%

Darryl Wilson - Dungeons and Daddies

Won by 3.2%

Eddy - Duolingo

Won by 14.4%

Dustfinger - Inkheart

Won by 5.8%

Tom Nook - Animal Crossing

Won by 69% nice

Hans Huberman - The Book Thief

Won by 5.2%

Ben Sisko - Star Trek

Won by 56.6%

Bandit Heeler - Bluey

Won by 3%

Gomez Addams - The Addams Family

Won by 87.8%

Rick Grimes - The Walking Dead

Won by 27.2%

Ethan Winters - Resident Evil

Won by 32.4%

Heinz Doofenshmirtz - Phineas and Ferb

Won by 80.2%

Father Nier - NieR

Won by 24.8%

Johnny Rose - Schitt’s Creek

Won by 32.8%

Ratchet - Transformers

Won by 65.2%

Gilear Feath - Fantasy High

Won by 18.6%

Optimus Prime - Transformers

Won by 24.6%

Corvo - Dishonored

Won by 11.4%

Dr. Eli Vance - Half-Life

Won by 31.6%

Nathan Ford - Leverage

Won by 7.8%

Dad - Dad Feels

Won by 19.2%

Dr. Emmett Brown - Back to the Future

Won by 28.6%

Jean Valjean - Les Miserables

Won by 4%

Gregory Edgeworth - Ace Attorney

Won by 4.6%

Jack Fenton - Danny Phantom

Won by 8%

Augustus Aquato - Psychonauts

Won by 26.2%

Gru - Despicable Me

Won by 63.2%

Poseidon - Percy Jackson

Won by 8%

Rupert Giles - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Won by 27.2%

Bruce Wayne / Batman - DC

Won by 2.8%

Romani Archaman - Fate/Grand Order

Won by 22%

Kanan Jarrus - Star Wars

Won by 49%

Shiro Fujimoto - Blue Exorcist

Won by 8.2%

Aizawa - My Hero Academia

Won by 33%

Obi-Wan Kenobi - Star Wars

Won by 69% nice

Uncle Ben Parker - Marvel

Won by 24%

Lazlo Cravensworth

Won by 49.6%

John Marston - Red Dead Redemption

Won by 21.2%

Bowser - Super Mario Bros.

Won by 71.4%

Yousuke Koiwai - Yotsuba

Won by 33.2%

Ron Stampler - Dungeons and Daddies

Won by 8.4%

Ryotaro Dojima - Persona 4

Won by 7%

Juste Belmont - Castlevania

Won by 8%

Phoenix Wright - Ace Attorney

Won by 16.8%

Sig Curtis - Fullmetal Alchemist

Won by 4.6%

Sojiro Sakura - Persona 5

Won by 52.8%

Jefferson Davis - Into the Spider-verse

Won by 63.8%

Solid Snake / David - Metal Gear Solid

Won by 25.8%

Mr. Boonchuy - Amphibia

Won by 10.2%

Loid Forger - Spy x Family

Won by 49%

Tim Lockwood - Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs

Won by 26.6%

Henry Stein - Bendy and the Ink Machine

Won by 7.8%

Henry Oak - Dungeons and Daddies

Won by 32.2%

King Dedede - Kirby

Won by 35.4%

Pongo - 101 Dalmatians

Won by 28.4%

Teobaldo Leonharts - LiEat

Won by 5.8%

Professor Utonium - The Powerpuff Girls

Won by 59.6%

Ray Molina - Julie and the Phantoms

Won by 22%

Pietro Polendina - RWBY

Won by 5.8%

Octodad - Octodad: Dadliest Catch

Won by 41%

Castiel - Supernatural

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Bob Belcher - Bob’s Burgers

Won by 55%

Jim Hopper - Stranger Things

Won by 22.4%

Goofy - Disney

Won by 72.2%

Dr. Alex Malto - Transformers: Earthspark

Won by 5.2%

Moominpappa - Moomin

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Waymond Wang - Everything Everywhere All At Once

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Domingo Montoya - The Princess Bride

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Tomohisa Kaname - Puella Magi Madoka Magica

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David Rossi - Criminal Minds

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Atticus Finch - To Kill a Mockingbird

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Greg Universe - Steven Universe

Won by 21.6%

Rick Mitchell - The Mitchells vs. the Machines

Won by 29.2%

Lord Business - The LEGO Movie

Won by 45.8%

Tom Wachowski - Sonic the Hedgehog

Won by 50.8%

Thomas O'Malley - The Aristocats

Won by 58%

King Micah - She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Won by 48%

Barry Allen / The Flash - DC

Won by 9.8%

Mr. Ping - Kung Fu Panda

Won by 93% - largest margin of victory

Agustín Madrigal - Encanto

Won by 40.2%

Eugene Krabs - Spongebob Squarepants

Won by 45%

Egon Spengler - Ghostbusters

Won by 30.6%

#brackets #tumblr polls #tumblr bracket #tumblr brackets #round 1

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michelangelinden · 1 year

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hii!! can I please ask for number 2, jukebox, romantic, for the winter prompt list? I hope you're having a good day/night!

Hello!! Of course!!

Here is 2. Pressing your cold nose against their neck from this promptlist for you!!

(i had a couple leftover asks from the Autumn prompts, so I asked them to send in a Winter prompt instead, to fit the season)

this was beta read by me and Grammarly, because writing's not that easy, but Grammarly can help /ref (it sucked btw)

The Molina family had some strange holiday traditions, Luke had come to realize over the last couple years of knowing them. Of course, they celebrated Christmas differently than his family, being Puerto Rican and all, those are definitely not the strange traditions he’s talking about (in fact, he really enjoys it, mostly the food though, he was delighted when he'd been invited to their Christmas Eve dinner for the first time).

No.

There were however the annual “Pyjama ‘Home Alone’ Watch Party”, the “Who Can Buy The Ugliest Tree Ornament Contest”, and the “Building A Snowman So High It’ll Fall Over Mission”, among other things. And then what Luke found by far the strangest, the “Ice Camping In The Mountains Trip” between Christmas and New Year.

That’s where he found himself, in the car, about to reach their destination. Ray had invited him to come along, now that he and Julie had been dating for over a year, much to Carlo’s protests about having to watch him and his sister be lovey-dovey for two days straight. Luke had accepted the invitation, of course, any opportunity to spend time with Julie was taken, although he hadn’t really been sure what exactly “Ice Camping In The Mountains Trip” implied. Then again, he could’ve guessed, because it implied exactly what it was called—a camping trip into the mountains, like up there, where there was ice.

He was already wearing too many clothes for his liking, a sweater with a shirt underneath, a hat, and a scarf, and they hadn’t even exited the car yet. Julie next to him didn't look any different, minus the hat, but she was huddled up in an incredibly soft-looking knitted sweater, that he had felt the urge to hug her in since she had put it on at their last fuel stop. Carlos probably wouldn't approve.

"Five more minutes, guys," Ray announced from behind the wheel, Carlos bouncing in his seat next to him. When Luke looked out the window, he found a thin layer of snow covering everything that wasn't the street, and he shuddered at the sight of it.

"It may look cold now, but it's gonna be really cozy once we set the tent up," Julie told him quietly.

His head snapped towards her. "Tent?"

She frowned at him. "Yeah, tent. How else would we be camping?"

Luke opened and closed his mouth like a fish. "I was hoping on a caravan. Maybe a cabin," he said eventually.

"Cabins are for losers!" Carlos called from the front. "Tents are the real deal!"

"It's minus degrees out there," Luke tried.

"Don't be silly," Julie said and patted his hand, "it's just below 30°F."

Still super fucking cold.

"You won't freeze, Luke," Ray assured him. "We've done this so many times. We have sleeping bags and many blankets and a portable heater."

"And each other," Julie added, slipping her hand into his. Luke smiled at that. He did like the prospect of cuddling with Julie the whole night.

"Ew, gross!" Carlos seemed to disagree. "Dad, they're already holding hands, I can't do this!"

Ray chuckled. "Calm down, mijo, we've talked about boundaries." He caught Luke's eyes in the rearview mirror. Luke nodded back at him, nervous, even though he had nothing to worry about. He really wasn't up for anything other than maybe a small kiss while being around Julie's dad. Ray turned back to the front and addressed his son again. "Wait till you have a partner of your own, then you'll get the two."

Carlos crossed his arms. "I'm never gonna fall in love and have a partner. I'm gonna stay single, like Bobby."

Luke couldn't help but chuckle. "Reggie is Bobby's partner though, even though he doesn't fall in love."

"Yeah, but only platonic. Not as gross as you two."

Luke resisted the urge to tell him that even though Reggie and Bobby were queerplatonic partners, they did kiss sometimes, just because it was fun, and were more touchy than he and Julie. He doubted Carlos would enjoy knowing that.

So instead, to tease him more, he leaned over to Julie and made obnoxious kissing noises. Carlos immediately groaned, turning away, but Julie laughed brightly. She smiled at him when he stopped, eyes fond.

"Idiot," she muttered, then pecked his lips.

They reached the small campsite they were headed to not much later, a large area with benches and fireplaces all over. Luke started freezing the second he stepped out the door, but Julie just placed his flannel coat over his shoulders and shoved a bag with pegs into his hands.

“Working will get you warm,” she said, then patted his cheek and walked off to help her brother unpack the car.

Luke helped Ray set up the tent. To Luke’s surprise, it went really well, considering historically he was not the best guy to set up tents with. But Ray seemed to have mastered the art after years of it, so the hardest part was getting the pegs into the slightly frozen ground, which Luke eventually resigned to using a log for.

Then he watched Julie and Carlos set up a fire in the fireplace, Ray watching them carefully. Julie had asked Luke if he wanted her to teach him how to do it, but he declined, too scared to accidentally set their tent on fire in the process. So he just watched them do it, impressed by how quickly they got it to light aflame, even in the cold.

Everything got a bit more comfortable after that. They were wrapped in jackets and blankets, Luke and Julie huddled close next to each other, the fire heating their cold fingertips. They had dinner and Ray even brought out marshmallows, crackers, and chocolate for s’mores, to all of their delight.

Despite Luke’s hesitation about the whole thing, and the fact that he couldn’t feel his toes, he had a lot of fun. The campsite was basically deserted apart from a group of hikers at the other side, so they were not embarrassed to sing a song or two, Carlos doing his best at keeping up a rhythm on the back of his plate. It was cold as hell, but Luke really got why the Molina’s have made this one of their winter traditions—the smiles on everyone’s faces could have lit up the world, and Luke felt himself warming up a bit from the inside out.

The sun set quickly, stars littering the night sky that were a spectacle of their own, but eventually, it got too dark and late and cold, and they decided that it was time to head to sleep.

Carlos was grumbling again. It was a tent with two compartments, but instead of getting to share one with Julie, he had to sleep in the one with his dad, which he said, “snores like a bear!” Ray suggested he could sleep outside if it bothered him that much, which made Carlos shut up about it quickly.

And then finally, Julie and Luke were laying down on the air mattress, a little cold but comfortable, two blankets ready to go and another one at the side, looking forward to cuddling. Luke pulled Julie close the second they were horizontal, and she let him, hugging his middle.

“I know you feel cold, but you’re like a portable heater from the outside,” she commented as she pushed her face into his chest.

He laughed. “Thanks.” He brushed a hand over the back of her head, hair wrapped in a silk scarf to keep from going frizzy. “Are you warm enough?”

“I don’t know, you tell me,” she responded. Luke frowned, confused, but then she tilted her head upwards and pushed her ice-cold nose into the side of his neck.

Luke yelped and reeled back. Julie just cackled. She turned her head to push it into his shoulder instead.

“Jesus Christ, Jules!” he let out, now laughing with her.

“The chance was too good not to take it,” she said around a giggle.

He sighed loudly but chuckled. His neck calmed down from the shock and he relaxed back into his pillow, turning towards her.

“Come here then,” he said. When she looked up at him, he gently took her chin and tilted her head upwards a bit, so he could press a lingering kiss to her nose. “Gotta warm you up,” he whispered, before kissing her forehead as well.

She giggled. “Thanks.” She reached up to kiss his lips. “Love you.”

Luke’s chest warmed at her words. He kissed her back. “Love you too,” he muttered into her lips.

They melted into each other, a slow cocoon of heat enveloping them underneath the blankets. But the peace wouldn’t stay long.

“Dad, I can hear them being gross from here!” Carlos called. It was followed by a deep sigh.

“You won’t hear them if you go to sleep,” Ray responded tiredly.

“But—ouch!” There was a rustling noise coming from the other side. “Did you just kick me?”

“I know nothing.”

More rustling.

Then, “Luke, if I apologize, will you let me switch?”

“No chance, dude,” Luke called back. Julie snickered as she curled back around him.

#pushing the aroace!Bobby agenda #i write juke so rarely but they're so soft i love them!#thanks for sending this in!!#linden writes stuff #linden answers asks #julie and the phantoms #juke #luke patterson #julie molina #ray molina #carlos molina

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writerownstory · 7 months

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14 ("Across the room smiles") or 16 ("The “I’m in love with you and can’t stop grinning like an idiot” smile ") for the cute smiles juke prompts, please. :) (Can't decide. Both are too good.)

this was requested way too long ago but I’ve been in a severe writing slump so it took me too long 🥲 anyway, these prompts are from this post by @me-writes-prompts !! I thought I wanted to take requests but I quickly found out I do not have the bandwidth 😅 so here is a cute lil juke fic in the meantime! it is a mess but it is Juke so oh well. I also couldn’t choose one prompt so I did both and that’s why this is so long 😌

Julie would never get tired of this.

The sound of different voices overlapping and lots of laughter filled the room. She watched as her dad showed Willie the various features in his newest camera, Willie listening with rapt attention.

In the kitchen, Tía was bustling around and giving Reggie instructions as he tried to keep up with the many years of cooking some of the best meals Julie has ever tasted under her belt.

Flynn and Carlos were setting the table together, chatting about who knows what.

It’s become a tradition to spend their birthdays all together. One they’ve carried since they were kids—lost teenagers just trying to make it big in the music industry. Back when Julie met Luke, Reggie and Alex and they immediately became part of the Molina family which already consisted of her Dad, Carlos, Victoria and Flynn. Flynn introduced Alex to Willie and their family was pretty close to complete.

The warm rush of love that flooded her system was something she never got tired of.

And now as she watched their family get ready for her birthday dinner, Julie couldn’t be happier with the way her life was turning out.

She watched as Luke walked into the dining room, tapped Carlos on his left shoulder as he passed him, and swiped his finger through the frosting on the cake tía made.

Just as Luke successfully licked the frosting off his finger, Carlos caught on to Luke’s antics and it turned into both boys trying to put the other in a headlock.

Flynn rolled her eyes and continued setting the table but Julie could see a small, fond smile grace her face.

Luke ended up overpowering the younger boy, much to Carlos’s dismay but they both laughed as Luke let him get back to his task. It was when he took a step back and Julie could tell he was also surveying the room and the people he loved all in one space, that his eyes finally caught hers.

His smile is bright and soft at the same time, lighting up his features and simultaneously making her insides turn to mush.

“Mija, deja de mirar a tu novio,” Victoria called from the kitchen. “Your father and I need you in the kitchen, por favor.”

Julie felt her cheeks burn. She glanced back at Luke, his smile turning amused and he shot her a wink as she made her way into the kitchen.

But the light and airy feeling she got from Luke quickly dissipated when she saw her dad and aunt bent together talking seriously. It’s eerily reminiscent of a time she was still all too familiar with, the day her parents sat her down to tell her Rose was sick.

“Papí? What’s going on?”

“Julie! Nothing, mija,” Ray startled, waving a hand in the air. “We just wanted to talk with you.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Of course, sobrina,” Victoria assured her. “We’re just so proud of you and the woman you’ve become.”

“You’ve grown up so beautifully, and I know your mom would be so proud of you too,” Ray agreed. “Especially in the way you’ve formed a band with the boys and created a wonderful life for yourself.”

Julie nodded, their words comforting but also making her heart ache at the reminder of the many milestones her mother didn’t get to see. Where were they going with this?

“And we couldn’t be happier for you, that you’ve found such a wonderful partner in Luke,” Victoria said.

She smiled at the mention of Luke. “I’m glad you feel that way.” Julie glanced back and forth between them, still not quite sure what was going on. “Where are you two going with this?” It wasn’t entirely out of character for them to be saying any of this, but it seemed almost out of nowhere.

“Mija it’s your birthday, can’t your old dad get a little emotional?” Ray teased.

“My birthday was a few days ago,” she corrected with a teasing smile before she pulled them both into a hug. “I love you guys…. even when you act weird.”

They both chuckled before Julie pulled back and a hand sliding into place on the small of her back made her jump.

She turned to see Luke waiting for her, eyes sparkling with something she couldn’t decipher. “Hey Jules. Follow me?” He slipped his hand into hers without waiting for an answer (it was always yes and he knew that) and led her through the door to the backyard.

“Luke, what’s going on?”

“Have I told you how insanely talented I think you are?”

“Only when you’re deflecting,” she shot back, and the shit eating grin he sent her should’ve annoyed her, but it only made butterflies swoop in her belly.

“You mean you don’t want to write in the studio the way we used to?”

Julie raised a curious brow at him even as they continued to walk through the yard toward the gate that led to the garage turned studio. “Oh yeah? And what song are you working on?”

“A really special one,” he told her over his shoulder as they walked through the gate and made their way down the stairs. “I want your opinion on it.”

Julie remembered the countless times they made this exact walk as teenagers, when Luke would rush into her room or even up to her locker at school going on excitedly about a song or an idea he had.

Or the many times she snuck out here in high school because she knew Luke was taking refuge in the studio, away from his parents and the constant arguing that plagued their home.

Or any time he met her out there, all the band practices they had, writing sessions like he’d just mentioned, or when she missed her mom so much, Luke would bring her out here to cuddle up and talk or nap together. She always felt closest to her mom in the studio and to share so many wonderful memories of Luke and the boys there meant so much to her.

It truly was a magical, happy place for Julie and for their relationship.

Despite this, when they finally reached the doors and Luke pulled them open, Julie’s jaw still dropped in shock.

Twinkling lights were strung from the ceiling, just barely touching the chairs hanging from the ceiling. White sheets were draped around the studio to cover the walls, with numerous candles and flower petals scattered across every surface creating a warm glow from inside.

It was the most beautiful the studio had ever looked in her memory. She walked further inside, still in awe that Luke did it. It must’ve taken him so long to set it all up and find the time in between their recording schedule to sneak out here and put it together.

Julie turned toward the man in question only to find him down on one knee. “Luke,” she breathed, her hand covering her mouth. She shouldn’t be surprised. They’d both discussed marriage and their future and both agreed they wanted that together. She just didn’t think it was happening now.

He gently took her free hand and squeezed. “Julie, I have loved you since the minute I saw you sitting in the back of Harrison’s class sophomore year. And then you immediately called me out because I didn’t recognize a Paramore song another kid was performing.”

She giggled at the memory, remembering her outrage that Luke couldn’t identify Misery Business. “How can you be in a pop rock band if you don’t know Paramore??”

“I know now!” His eyes sparkled with amusement that matched her own. “Little did I know then that as soon as we became friends, it was over for me. You have made me a better person, a better writer and a better musician and I hope to continue to do the same for you. I can’t imagine living out my dreams with anyone else.” Luke reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, carefully opening it to reveal a familiar, simple princess cut diamond ring.

It was her mother’s ring, glittering in the light of the studio and as beautiful as Julie remembered.

Her eyes flickered from the ring to Luke’s face. “How did you… where did you get this?” Even as the words left her mouth, she already knew the answer.

“Your dad said you’ve been eyeing this ring since you were old enough to talk,” Luke said as he plucked it from the box and held it up to her. “He knew your mom would want you to have it now.”

Julie felt tears prick the corner of her eyes, her grief attempting to make itself known once again. If only her mom was here, waiting inside the house with the rest of her family to celebrate with them. To plan the wedding, calm her nerves the day off, walk her down the aisle with her dad. But Julie knew her mom would be there with her, just like she always was. “If there’s a will, there’s a way,” Rose would always tell her.

Her dad and tía’s behavior suddenly made sense too. Why hadn’t she realized sooner??? She could be upset with Flynn for not clueing her in sooner…

But how could she feel anything but bone crushing, all consuming love for the man in front of her?

“I know you miss your mom, Jules,” he said, as if to prove the point she hadn’t even voiced out loud. “I know you wish she were here, and I do too. But the best I can do is to bring you here where I know you feel closest to her.”

Luke was her musical partner, her co-writer, her rock, her best friend, her comfort, and her home. She wanted all of him: the good and bad and whatever life threw at them. Julie wanted Luke by her side forever, and she was sure Rose would approve.

“Julie, baby,” Luke addressed her finally. “Will you marry me?”

She nodded as a few tears escaped down her cheek. “Yes! Yes, of course, I will.”

Luke’s grew so big she was sure it had to hurt his face. He slid the ring onto her finger before standing up to cup her face. “These are happy tears, yeah?” His thumb swiped them away.

Julie laughed, albeit shaky and nodded again. “Yes, Luke.”

“Good because otherwise me kissing you in a minute is gonna be a little awkward,” he joked before leaning in to capture her lips with his own.

She pulled back after a beat, pressing her forehead to his. “I love you too, you know.”

Luke’s eyes opened, glancing at her expression before a familiar smile takes over his face once more.

“What?” she asked, a mirroring smile blooming across her face.

“I’m just so in love with you. I can’t believe how lucky I am that I’m the Julie Molina’s fiancé.”

Her responding eye roll is lost in the mess of kisses Luke presses over her face.

—————

s/o to the time Madi came for Charlie’s throat in a live when she was talking about Paramore and he had no idea 😂

“Mija, deja de mirar a tu novio” = Stop looking at your boyfriend

#happy juke jeudi!#juke fic #writing prompt #julie and the phantoms #jatp fic

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innytoes · 1 year

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Come on, you did not put in “You got me a stocking?” - “Of course, you’re family.” and NOT expect me to prompt it with Reggie & the Molinas right?

Four people sent me some version of this prompt and I think I made the Reggie Molina bait a liiiiittle too strong. #noregrets Set in the same universe as this fic

Christmas hadn’t been the same since they came to LA. Not that his parents had been great at Christmas before that, but his Meemaw and Pops usually picked up the slack. They made sure Reggie got presents he actually liked, and clothes that actually fit. They took him to the mall to see Santa when he was little, even though the nearest mall was over an hour away. And whenever his parents inevitably started to argue (not fight, not yet, they had only turned into full blown fights after the move), Pops would take him out to give the horses their Special Christmas Treat. Usually some apple peels or carrots.

Pops had also been the one to sit him down and tell him about the Magic of Christmas and the truth about Santa. Thankfully, because his first winter in LA, there were no presents from Santa under the tree. There’d barely been any presents at all, but he’d heard enough fights about money, late at night huddled in his bed, to know not to complain.

Christmas after they came to LA just got worse over time. The arguments turned into full blown fights. They stopped getting a real tree, then stopped setting up the fake tree, and finally, his mom just stopped helping Reggie decorate at all. (At least they still let him decorate.)

There was the year both his parents forgot to get him a present, after spending a lot on each other, which crashed them straight out of the honeymoon phase and back into another fight. He‘d gotten his bass guitar around New Year to make up for it, though.

These days, Reggie tried not to be home a lot around the holidays. They still did Christmas morning, kind of, Reggie making Meemaw’s apple pancakes and exchanging only-sometimes-heartfelt gifts. He did his best to get his parents something he’d thought they would like, and he kept a smile on his face, even when he unwrapped the Star Trek shirt. It was the thought that counted, right? At least the shirt fit.

Most years, he just wandered around town, pretending he was on his way to some awesome party, smiling and nodding at families in the street. Or he stole they key from under the flower pot at Luke’s house, crashing in his room even though Luke and his parents always visited his grandparents for Christmas. The Pattersons always had a pretty tree, and he liked to stare at it, even if he didn’t dare turn on the lights lest the neighbours call Mitch or Emily.

This year though, he had a place to go. Because Julie had invited him to Family Christmas Dinner. And then dragged him inside and made Ray invite him too, when he started talking about how that was like, family time and he didn’t want to intrude.

When he got to the Molina house and knocked, Carlos opened the door, shouting happily. “It’s Reggie!” He pulled Reggie inside, talking a mile a minute about the new videogame he’d gotten for Christmas and how they’d finally have enough people for multi-player mode with him and Julie.

God he loved the Molinas.

He gave Julie a hug, and passed Tía the tin of cookies. “I know you said I didn’t have to bring anything, but I made cookies,” he explained. And honestly he hadn’t felt like sharing them with his parents. He’d left them a few, but he’d made them for the people he really wanted to spend the holidays with. “It’s my Meemaw’s recipe.”

“Thank you, mijo, that’s very kind of you,” Ray said, catching him in a hug. Ray hugs were still kind of new, after Father’s Day, but they were also kind of the best.

Dinner was amazing, and he basked in the feel of sitting at a family dinner and not being worried about when the shouting would start. The food was delicious, the pre-video-game trash talk was g-rated but thus extra hilarious, and it was just everything Reggie had been missing at home for the past couple of years.

After dinner, while they waited for the ice cream to thaw enough to eat and munched on Reggie’s cookies (and man, did he glow under the praise from Victoria and Ray), Carlos jumped up. “Can we, dad? You said after dinner, it’s after dinner!”

“Fine,” Ray said, chuckling as Carlos raced out of the room. Reggie blinked, wondering if it was video game time, but then Carlos came back, carrying three brightly coloured stockings. He handed one to Julie, put one on his chair, and Reggie leaned back so he could give the last one to Ray, but it ended up in his lap instead.

He was about to pass it over, when he saw the name embroidered on the hem. “You got me a stocking?” he asked, shocked. He hadn’t gotten anyone presents. Julie had told him not to. They were already doing the Band Secret Santa when Luke came back, and she knew his pocket money was non-existent.

“Of course,” Ray said, like it was nothing. “You’re family.”

He did eventually get to his stocking, but not before hugging the daylights out of Ray, and then Julie, and Carlos, and Tía.

#julie and the phantoms #reggie peters #ray molina #julie molina #carlos molina #best dad ray molina #tia victoria #make reggie a molina 2kalways #fanfic #I wrote a thing #Ray Molina got Reggie some goddamn Star Wars socks and other trinkets that showed he'd been listening to Reggie rambles #because he is a Good Dad

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1mnobodywhoareyou · 8 months

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Listen. I LOVE Ray Molina. But can we talk about how it's almost always the moms that die in media because a mom would never get away with the shit that dads do in the aftermath of tragedy. Not to mention the whole incompetence thing. Watching a mom power through shit like she always has simply doesn't make good TV and oh, I wonder why that is? /s

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #parenthood

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chickwiththepurpleguitar · 2 years

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rose- alex- foster care

thank you friend! this is actually a request from @sunsetcurvecuddles. This takes place in a newer AU of ours, currently unpublished, where Ray and Rose foster each of the boys for various and at different points in their lives. This takes place when they're 17 and 18. Reggie and Bobby are adopted Molinas, Luke and Alex are Ray and Rose's foster kids. Enjoy! G, I hope you like it, I gave you some Bobby as a bonus :) Happy belated birthday!

Bobby’s in the kitchen when Rose comes home with the groceries. He’s leaning against the counter, scrolling on his phone and eating an apple, but he puts his phone away and holds his snack between his teeth so he can take some of the bags from her.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Rose says as she starts unloading cans onto the counter. “Where is everybody?”

Bobby hums and shifts his bags so he can take the apple out of his mouth. “Dad took Julie and Luke to Eats and Beats cause some indie group’s playing. Reggie and Carlos are at the skatepark with Willie, and I think Mr. Wilson’s gonna bring them home after dinner.”

“You didn’t want to go with them?”

Bobby shrugs. “Nah. Long day.”

Those two words tell Rose a lot more than Bobby’s able to say, so she doesn’t push it. “And Alex?”

Bobby makes a face and then tries to hide it by taking another bite of his apple. “Think he’s upstairs, doing homework or something.”

Rose frowns, loading the last of the groceries onto the counter. “I thought I told you kids to work on including him.”

“We’ve tried, Mom,” Bobby insists. He tosses his apple core into the trash and starts putting the groceries away, an easy excuse not to look at her. “I think Luke even invited him to the show, he’s not interested. And I don’t think he likes us very much.”

“He’s adjusting,” Rose reminds him. “And he had it really hard before he came to live with us.”

“Yeah, so? We all had it hard.” Bobby punctuates his words by slamming food items into their places in the fridge and pantry. “Reggie lost his folks, Luke felt strangled enough by his to run away six times, mine didn’t touch me for eight years. None of us took that as invitations to be assholes.” He adds, before she can chide him, “Sorry. You know what I mean.”

Rose sighs. She supposes she can’t really have expected Alex to become best friends with his foster siblings, the way they’ve been lucky enough to become friends with each other. She supposes the six of them co-existing at all— Bobby and Alex especially, sharing a room as they do— has to be good enough for now, after everything Alex has been through.

She supposes she can’t blame Alex for having trust issues, and she can’t blame the rest of the kids for wanting to avoid getting hurt.

“Will you finish putting these away?” she asks, reaching up to run a hand through Bobby’s hair. “And then I’ll try to get him out of your room so you can have some time to yourself before dinner.”

Bobby lets out a long sigh, tension visibly bleeding out of his shoulders as he stands in the light of the refrigerator. “Yeah. Thanks, Mom.”

Rose heads upstairs and knocks on the door to the bedroom at the far end of the hall.

The music playing softly inside— Billy Joel; she’s impressed— cuts off abruptly, and a moment later, Alex opens the door. He looks exhausted, hair out of place and eyes tinged with red, but his posture is as stiff and perfect as ever, one hand curled tight around the doorknob. “Hello.”

Rose manages a smile, even though looking at Alex usually makes her heart chip a piece. “Hi, sweetheart. I just wanted to let you know I was home. How’d your day been, do you need anything?”

“No, ma’am,” Alex says politely. “I’m just studying.”

“Test tomorrow?”

Alex glances over his shoulder. “Friday. And one next Tuesday. But I like to get ahead.”

“That’s good,” Rose says. “Come study in the living room for a while, will you? Bobby had a long day, he’d like to rest for a bit before dinner. No one else is home. I promise I won’t distract you.”

Alex hesitates, opens his mouth like he’s going to protest, and then closes it again. His jaw goes tight, but his tone is neutral when he says, “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be down in a minute.”

He closes the door, just short of in her face, before Rose can say more, can ask him if he’d like a drink or a snack or to do something just the two of them, instead of more homework.

Not that she really expects him to take her up on that last one. But it’s like she’s been telling the kids— they have to try. To make an effort, to make Alex feel included, wanted, part of their family.

Even if it takes time. And a lot more effort than it took with the rest of them.

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