#if reggie was holding his bass

[bbreaddog]

Train carriage shelf person but make it Reggie 👻🎸

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp fan art #jatp art #reggie peters #mine #I draw things #wip #wait I literally only just thought of an idea #if reggie was holding his bass #it’ll be awful to draw and I’d hate every second of it………… #we’ll see #it’s still a wip #HAPPY BIRTHDAY REGINALD PETERS

[mouse-fantoms]

I just really wanna point out Alex in this one promo pic,

He is living his best (after)life

#HE LOOKS SO HAPPY HOLDIN HIS STICKS 🥺 #like Luke and Reggie got their guitar and bass to hold and then he’s just over here with his two sticks #idk I can’t explain it just makes me happy the way he’s posed #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp netflix #jatp alex #alex jatp #alex mercer

[m3gahet]

Lemon Shark Ref sheet (Closest I’m getting to it)

Info about the band members under the cut ^^

Mikael Jostad

15 yo/6”2/He/Him

Mikael is the lead singer of Lemon Shark and occasional rhythm guitarist. He moved to Florida with his mother at 10 from Norway. He became friends with Mickey surprisingly quickly and the two consider one another siblings. Mikael often stays with Mickey due to his tumultuous relationship with his mother. He shows little interest in school and prefers to focus on music which reflects in his grades which are also affected by his home-life.

Mikael is aware of his birth father’s identity but shows no interest in reconnecting with him even when the opportunity is presented.

He presents himself as confident but this seems to be a mask he puts on when others show concern over his home-life. Mikael can be extremely sarcastic and aloof but seems to hold genuine care for the band and Mickey’s grandparents.

Regina “Reggie” Remmer

15/5”10/She/They

Reggie is the bassist and back up singer of Lemon Shark. She had moved around most of her childhood until her parents divorce. After which she and her mother moved in with her grandparents and have stayed since. Reggie and Mickey met through sitting at the same lunch table and eventually bonding over music after Reggie finally prompted conversation. Reggie’s grandfather taught her the bass guitar and she performs in her school Jazz band in addition to Lemon Shark.

Reggie is close with her family and talks highly of them including her father despite the divorce. Because of her constant moving as a child, Reggie showed little interest in making friends and kept to herself prior to befriending Mickey and later Mikael. The three of them all have similar personalities and get along well though Reggie seems aware of the other twos closer friendship. Reggie has a similar sarcastic sense of humor to Mikael but is often viewed as the most approachable of the three prior to Gloria joining the group.

Mickey Explosion

15/5”8/He/Him

Mickey is the lead guitarist of Lemon Shark. Mickey lives with his grandparents for the most part due to his father’s less than child friendly career and lifestyle. Despite this, Mickey and Nathan are very close and talk often. Mickey is often referred to as a mini version of his father due to their many similarities. He showed no interest in meeting people outside of his family until befriending Mikael. Mickey is very passionate about the guitar as well as the ocean.

Prior to meeting Mikael, Mickey referred to his father as his best friend. Though he only seems to have positive relationships with the members of Dethklok, Mickey goes out of his way to deny any relation to his father at school. He struggles with social interaction and often becomes irritable when forced to engage with peers which is exasperated once people find out. Despite genuinely caring for his friend he still struggles managing his irritability at times and has snapped at them a few times though he later apologizes.

Gloria Hernandez

15/5”4/She/Her

Gloria is the drummer of Lemon Shark as well as its newest member. Gloria is the middle child in a family of five and due to being overlooked by her parents at times she is extremely friendly. Gloria has tried her hand at every instrument after seeing her parents interest in her older brother’s talent for singing. She began her journey with music with piano before moving on to tuba and then becoming enamored with percussion upon joining marching band. Though she continued to keep expanding her skillset.

Gloria’s friendly nature makes it easy for her to get along with most of her peers though prior to meeting the members of Lemon Shark she didn’t have any she felt close to. Gloria attempted to befriend Mickey her freshmen year after noticing they shared multiple classes but due to her interest in his father’s band, Mickey rudely brushed her off. Despite this, Gloria continued her attempts at befriending the other though she only really seemed to be accepted after befriending Mikael.

Despite their rocky start, Mickey and Gloria have since become real friends and have a shared respect for one another another’s passion for music.

#my shit #mtl oc #metalocalypse oc #lemon shark (Mtl) #band ocs

[jmrothwell]

"I want to show you off." for Sweet Tarts?

Backlight

“Hey, Peach Blossom.”

Carrie just barely managed to hold back her near-involuntary giddy laugh at Reggie’s greeting. She would have greeted him with a hug closer to the door but she was already in the middle of prepping for dinner. 

“So, I had to deal with some interesting drama today.” Reggie said, hooking his chin over her shoulder as he hugged her from behind.

“Oh? What’s that?” Carrie asked, keeping her attention on her veggie chopping. Though she could just catch the disbelieving scowl Reggie shot her way. His wry chuckle and shake of his hard were more difficult to ignore given the movement somehow brought his face closer to hers.

“Well, apparently,” Reggie began, using that playfully clueless voice usually reserved for when he was trying to pretend he wasn’t aware of what was going on, but Carrie knew better to fall for it by now. “One Carrie Wilson personally reached out to see if our band would be interested in helping her out with some new secret project.”

“That does sound interesting.”

“Mhmm.” Reggie’s voice lost some of the playfulness. “Flynn’s almost certain you’re up to something.”

Carrie only hummed in response as she finally finished all her prep and went to break away from Reggie’s grip to move to actually start cooking, only he wouldn’t let her go.

“Are you?”

Carrie huffed before spinning around in Reggie’s arms, wrapping her own around his waist. “Maybe, I just want to show you off.” She was aiming for teasing but his lost, almost worried expression paired with his question made her think of something else. With an annoyed sigh she added, “You didn’t listen to the demo did you?”

His confusion furrowed deeper into her brow. 

With another sigh she broke free of Reggie, successfully this time. Though she only went far enough to get her phone from where she’d put it on the counter to switch it the demo in question. 

It was a rough idea of the song she had in mind, paired with the limitations of the program she had to use in order to even begin to get a vague idea down of the sound she was going for. Definitely stepping away from her usually pop genre and closer. More of a rock sound, with the bass standing out as a lead sound. 

“I’m no bassist so it definitely can do with improving.” She said, pocketing her phone and trying to not grimace at the poor quality of the demo. “And as I told Julie, Luke, and Flynn earlier I am looking for a band that I trust to help me get the right sound.” 

Neither her demo nor her explanation did anything to get the confused scowl off of Reggie’s face. Almost worryingly so. Maybe it sounded a lot worse than she thought and that was part of why Julie and Luke had seemed hesitant about it. 

“It’s okay if you actually aren’t interested, I'm sure I can hire someone.”

“No, that’s not it.” Reggie said, quickly closing the space to pick up one of her hands. “It’s not bad, just a little rough around the edges but, it’s just the instrumentation. I’m not sure where.”

“Where I fit in?” She quickly cut in, biting back a mildly bitter laugh when Reggie nodded. She definitely should have talked to him about this part before now. “I do have lyrics, two versions actually, and I figured you should probably help me decide which ones to use before anyone else heard them.”

She didn’t even wait for him to ask before she went to one of the demo’s with her singing. This was definitely angrier than most of her songs. An old venting song channeling her frustration and bitterness at trying to force himself into a mold, and definitely full of more growls and yells she’d ever had to record before. She switched over to the second version so quickly she’s not sure if Reggie even noticed at first, probably thought the song had looped. 

At least until she started singing. While this version was similar in tone, the lyrics were definitely more focused on her wanting to make her own place in the world. Though the second verse not so subtly was talking about how Reggie helped inspire that. Or maybe it was only obvious to her, his eyebrow barely quirked up.

His silence didn’t once the song ended didn’t help either. Nor the way he wasn’t even really looking at her anymore. 

“So when you said show me off.” He eventually said after clearing his throat. Though he left the statement to hang between them. 

“I meant as maybe more than just a bass player.” She finished the thought for him, smiling in spite of herself, at the awe written across his face. 

“But I thought.”

“I think I’m ready to let other people know about us.” Carrie cut him off, smiling brighter with his smile, sunshine bright as always. “And yes I’m sure.” She added when she saw that furrow start to form between his brows again.

He pulled her closer, kissing her before she even fully realized that’s what he was going to do. Catching her by surprise seemed to be something he was uniquely adept at. Almost as good as he was at distracting her. 

But she managed to pull herself away long enough this time to finish dinner and for them to flesh out her idea a little better. As well as to get a good second draft of the lyrics sort of combining the two versions. 

In the end she knows even if Julie and everyone else don’t agree to help with the song she’s got Reggie’s support.

#julie and the phantoms #reggie x carrie #JatP Sweet Tarts #This is very much the result of me listening to Amalee's Backlight a lot this week

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

I've been wanting to share this for a while but keep getting in my head about it so... I'm just gonna do it.

A scene from a long fic I'm working on that I really, really love.

Platonic Reggie and Julie.

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Reggie disappeared upstairs as soon as they got home from school. None of them are strangers to grief and some days are Bad Days™. They all have them, but when he doesn’t come down for pizza night, they all know that something more is up. Julie treks up the stairs and knocks gently at his door, which isn’t fully closed. When there’s no answer, she pushes it open slowly, taking in the scene in front of her. Reggie’s black leather jacket is strewn across his floor, the second red flag. He treasures that jacket almost as much as his bass and pizza and has always treated it accordingly. She picks it up, gently draping it on the back of his desk chair as she makes her way closer to his bed where a Reggie-sized lump of blankets lies.

“Reggie?” she calls out gently.

Nothing. She moves closer, repeating herself just a little bit louder, a little bit more urgent.

Nothing. She reaches his bed and slowly lifts the corner of his duvet, where she’s guessing his head might be.

“Reggie?” she asks again, reaching her hand out to brush against his hair.

He slowly, unbearably so, turns to face her. His eyes are red-rimmed and his nose matches them. He doesn’t say anything and turns to face the wall again.

Julie lifts the edge of the blanket and scoots in beside him. There’s just enough room for her to settle in without feeling like she’s going to fall out of the bed and she wraps her arms around him, holding him tightly as they lie there in silence.

He doesn’t know how long they lie there for. He doesn’t even know how long he’s been in his bed for, but he knows this is good. This is exactly what he needed. Julie always knows. When the pressure in his chest has lifted enough that he feels he can breathe, he turns to face her. She doesn’t move her arms more than what he needs to roll over and once he’s facing her, he drapes his own over her.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“Of course,” she leans her forehead against his. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They lie like that for a few more moments, eyes closed and breathing in the peace they’ve created together. When Reggie opens his eyes, she’s looking at him

“You ready for pizza?” she asks, a gleam in her eyes.

Reggie jumps up and Julie laughs, trying not to fall off the bed at his sudden movement.

“Reggie!” she cries through her laughter.

“PIZZA!” he shouts, jumping over her to get off the bed, running out of his room and down the stairs.

She laughs and slowly disentangles herself from his bedding and follows behind him.

#jatp #julie molina #reggie peters #i promise its platonic #i don't know how to use this app and I'm on mobile so you don't get formatting #julie and the phantoms #grief is a bitch #nobodys fics

[invisibleraven]

"You'll be back soon, right?" for PeterPatterLina, and I am Concerned this is under the Angst prompts.

Julie looked in awe as the car passed the gigantic trees of the forest-so much taller and different than the palm trees she was used to. She kept her eyes peeled for deer, squirrel, and other wood life creatures that were reported to live inside forests.

However, she saw no magical creatures-instead she saw the looming gate and lines of cabins that made up Camp Aurora-her home for the first few weeks of summer.

Her parents had told her it would be a learning experience, she would learn to ride horses, do crafts, enjoy a bunch of campfires, and make new friends. Julie was a bit unsure though-aside from sleepovers at Flynn or Carrie's houses, she never spent the night away from her parents.

Carlos had already been dropped off to his camp-one for baseball instead of the general one Julie was attending. Her parents promised there was a focus on performance, but Julie would still rather stay home. Yet she had overheard her aunt say that her parents needed a vacation, some time for just them outside a rare date night. Thus summer camp.

The camp looked nice enough she supposed-with big cabins full of bunk beds, lots of happy faces, a beautiful lake, and Julie could see some horses off in the stables. That didn't stop her from clinging to her parents when they told her it was time for them to go.

"You'll be back soon, right?" she asked, her bottom lip quivering as tears filled her eyes.

Rose had to hold back her own tears as she hugged Julie tight. "Of course mija, it's only a few weeks. You'll have so much fun, time will fly and we'll be back before you know it."

"And you can write to us if you want," Ray added. "They had tons of stamps, and we'll send you mail back if you like."

"I'd like that," Julie sniffled. She hugged them once more, watching them drive off for a while.

"You okay?"

Julie turned and there was a boy there in a cut off shirt with a band logo that she recognized from her mom's albums. He had shaggy brown hair and a kind smile.

She swiped at her eyes. "Yeah... it's just hard to say goodbye to my parents," she replied. "I'm Julie by the way."

"Luke," he said, shaking her hand. "It gets easier-my first year here I bawled like a baby."

"Really?" she giggled.

His smile grew wider, as if making her laugh delighted him. "Oh yeah, you can ask Reg here-" he paused looking around and sighed.

"You lose your friend?" Julie asked.

"He's with the horses again," Luke replied. "He lives on a honest to goodness farm in Georgia, so he loves the things-they spook the bejeebus outta me."

"I've never been close to one," Julie confessed.

"Well let's go, you gotta meet Reggie anyways," Luke said, pulling her towards the stables where a boy that Julie assumed must be Reggie was sitting on the fence. He was wearing a faded Star Wars shirt, covered in freckles, and had a crooked smile for Julie when Luke introduced them.

"You're handling it better than Luke here," Reggie quipped, pointing at his friend. "He bawled his eyes out first year."

"He said as much," Julie tittered. "Not you?"

"Oh I wept like a baby," Reggie confessed, a tinge of pink painting his cheeks. "But I found the horses and then I was okay."

"They look beautiful... but really big," Julie admitted.

"See!" Luke cried out.

"Hush you big baby," Reggie scowled. "I'd be happy to introduce you Julie, you'll see that they're not scary."

"I'd like that," Julie said, grinning. "And Luke, you can show me all your favourite parts of camp too!"

"That would be music class," Luke replied. "You play?"

"Piano."

"Sweet!" Luke exclaimed. "I play guitar, our friend Alex plays drums, and Reg here plays everything."

"Bass, I play bass," Reggie interjected. "Plus banjo and piano."

Julie grinned, her worries and sadness melting away-maybe this summer wouldn't be too bad.

In fact, a few weeks later, she ended up not wanting to leave. Making tear filled promises to Luke and Reggie to write, and a vow from the three of them to be back again next year.

A vow they kept until they aged out, but by then they all lived in LA, so they didn't have to wait to see each other. And a decade or two down the line, they sent their kids to camp as well-making sure to promise Luna and Danny, that yes, they would be coming back.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

[onlygenxhere]

20, 51, and 59 for juke <3

Luke and Julie were in the studio minding their own business just making out like two normal teenagers when Alex and Reggie threw open the studio doors.

“Ugh,” Alex groaned and called over his shoulder. “I regret to inform you the straights are at it again.”

“Hey!” He and Julie both protested as Willie came rolling in on his board behind Alex.

“I’m offended,” Julie said sliding off Luke’s lap and handing him one of the pillows next to them without a word. He grinned and casually put it in his lap where she’d been.

“Yeah me too!” he pointed at himself.

Alex rolled his eyes as he sat in the recliner and Willie plopped right down in his lap.

Reggie was already in the other chair grinning like a loon, watching the show.

Alex was distracted by his boyfriend so Willie was the one that asked. “And why are you two offended? You were the ones making out in a public space and I thought we’d decided that was against the rules.”

“Yeah, no,” Luke started, “we definitely owe the rule breaking jar a fiver.”

“We’re offended you called us straight.” Julie nodded at them.

“What?” Alex finally looked up. “You two aren’t straight?”

Luke rolled his eyes. “None of us are straight dude.”

Reggie raised his hand, “I’m straight.”

They all looked at him until he put his hand down.

“Sweetie, we’re not getting into that right now.” Julie reached over and patted Reg on the knee making him blush and jump up. “I thought we had practice today.” He headed over to his bass not making eye contact with anyone.

Everyone ignored Reggie. He’d figure it out when he was ready.

“So you two aren’t straight?” Willie asked.

“When did you figure that out?” Alex leaned forward wrapping his arms around Willie’s waist to hold him steady.

Julie shrugged, “I’ve known I was bi since I was twelve.”

Luke grinned at his girlfriend long enough for Alex to get impatient.

“Luke?”

“Oh, yeah sorry.” He turned back to Alex. “I think everyone is hot so I’ve been thinking I might be pan?” he glanced at Julie again who nodded encouragingly. “At least bi.” He looked back at Alex. “I mean you and I had that thing…”

Alex’s eyes bugged out and he hid his face in Willie’s back who started to howl with laughter, “How have I not heard about THIS!?”

Alex stood up with Willie in his arms and set him down gently on his feet kissing him quickly. “Like Reggie said, we have practice.” He darted off to his kit and started checking his snares for tuning.

Willie plopped back down in the chair. “Well someone is going to tell me that story sometime soon.”

Luke and Julie got up and as Julie headed for her keyboard Luke leaned down and whispered, “I’ll tell you tomorrow if he doesn’t tonight.”

Willie gave him a wink and a pat on the shoulder. “Thanks man.”

Band practice went great for about an hour and then Julie missed her queue to come in on Now or Never and then thirty minutes later she flubbed her piano playing on Edge of Great. When she messed up the words to Wake Up, which they’d modified to make it a whole band piece, Luke knew something was wrong.

“Hey, baby.” He set his guitar down as he looked over at Julie who was looking more tired and sweaty than the rest of them and she’d been sitting the last couple of hours. “Are you ok?”

She sighed and shook her head. “No, I don’t think so.”

They were all frowning at her as Reg reached over and put his hand on her forehead. “Oh no, she’s hot.” He looked over at Luke who was making his way over to her to check himself.

He pressed his lips to her forehead. His mom had always done that saying lips were a better judge of temperature. “Jules you’re burning up.”    

“Oh good,” She leaned against him, “Because I feel like shit.”

He chuckled. “Ok, band practice is over.” He scooped Julie up in his arms. “Everyone go drink like a gallon of orange juice.”

“What about you?” Reggie frowned as Luke turned to carry Julie up to the house.

“Dude,” Alex rolled his eyes. “Do you not remember what they were doing when we got here?”

“Oh…” Reggie nodded. “You’re screwed.”

Willie laughed from over on the sofa. “You need any help?” he asked standing up but keeping his distance.

Luke shook his head then paused. “Maybe text Ray and let him know what’s going on.” He glanced down at Julie who had her eyes closed and was leaning against his chest. “I’ll text my mom that I’m staying over here for a couple of days. I can’t afford to get either of them sick right now.”

The guys all nodded solemnly. They all knew his dad had just finished his first round of chemo for throat cancer a couple of weeks ago. Getting either of his parents sick right now would be… bad.

He got Julie up to her room and in her bed as quickly as possible. She was going downhill fast. Her teeth were chattering by the time he got back with some medicine to bring her fever down and a large glass of water.

He held her up, helped her take the pills and drink some of the water.

She looked up at him with glassy eyes as he laid her back down. “You’d marry me if I asked, right?”

“What?” he chuckled as he went to stand and she grabbed his hand tightly, tears filling her eyes.

“You’d marry me,” her voice broke, “if I asked… right?”

He had no idea where this was coming from and this wasn’t the time to ask. The answer was the same no matter the reason anyway.

Luke leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “Yes, I’d marry you if you asked.”

She grinned. “I thought so.”

He went to stand again and she held his hand tighter. “Stay?”

He’d already agreed to marry her so what would be the harm in staying.

Still, he got in the bed on her other side but stayed on top of the covers so as not to upset Ray when he got home.

Although by the time Ray got home a couple hours later he was shivering and feverish too. Ray got him some meds and reluctantly agreed he might as well stay with Julie who was sound asleep.

She didn’t remember asking him if he’d marry her once they were well but Luke wrote it down and told her the whole story when they were on their honeymoon five years later.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #chaotic writing prompt #happy juke jeudi! #getting all three of these to work together wasn't as easy as it originally seemed #i'm fairly pleased with myself

[jukeboxtheatre]

jatp friends pt 6

Carlos: Don’t tell me how to Spanish!

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Alex: Im gay, Reggie, I have horrendous aim!

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Flynn, holding up a stick: This is who you like!

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Julie: Stop thinking about your husband for two seconds

Carrie: You stop thinking about my husband for two seconds!

Julie: IM TRYING TO STOP THINKING ABOUT YOUR HUSBAND!

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Alex: Do I have a cold or do I have herpes?

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Willie: You’re as straight as a gay man listening to kylie minogue

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Luke: Who brings a gun to a blind date??

Flynn: Only females.

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Julie: You don’t use closed captions?

Carlos: No I have ears

Alex: You mean you’re illiterate.

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Alex, explaining to his parents: Gay means really happy. So I’m not gay!

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Reggie: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BASS PLAYERS GET NO GIRLS THATS SO STUPID!!! BASS PLAYERS ARE COOL!!! THEY SHOULD GET THE GIRLS!!!

Alex:

Luke:

Julie:

Reggie: Now you have to explain to me in full detail, why bass players don’t get girls.

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Reggie: Living with new parents. Gonna add that to my bucket list.

Alternatively

Alex: Living with new parents. Gonna add that to my bucket list.

Alternatively

Luke: Living with new parents. Gonna add that to my bucket list.

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Alex: Now it’s season 3 and it’s less gay and I’m sad.

#julie and the phantoms #julie and the himbos #julie and the phat ones #alex jatp #alex mercer #sunset curve #luke jatp #luke patterson #reggie jatp #reggie peters #flynn jatp #flynn taylor #willie wilbur williamson #willie jatp #willie no last name #carlos molina #julie molina

[alsoitsjunie]

Hello mate, was wondering if I could perhaps get some Belch Huggins smut with an AFAB reader. He’s suffering from major neglect in this fandom and I’d really love to get some smutty stuff with him. Go wild!!

ooo i love this! i agree he does need more stuffs abt him. i'll try my best!edit - i apologize for the wait this is probably unedited :)

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IN THIS WORLD ITS JUST US

belch huggins x AFAB reader use of they/them pronouns

18+ - warnings - SMUTTT oral smut (f! receiving) , p in v sex , lowkey top belch , multiple orgasms, use of the word cunt , finger fucking , unprotected sex , praise , AFAB reader , drinking , cursing , smoking 

smut under the cut <3

-summary- y/n and reggie are at a party, where y/n drunkenly admits their feelings for belch. the next morning they wake up and find reggie sleeping on their couch. they both remember what happened last night and then smut happens.

enjoy <3 also im writing this in first person but also not cuz i live to confuse

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loud bass music flooded the house and hot, teen bodies moulded together, filling the rooms. alcohol ran through your veins and the vibrations of the music erupted through the floor and into your feet.

you laughed and swayed with the music, holding your red cup and clinking it with peoples you swayed around with. the smell of weed and sweaty hormones filled your nose. high school parties at their finest.

reggie was sat in the living room across the house, arms crossed over his broad chest. his brow was furrowed and heat filled his face and chest as he watched y/n dance and sway in the kitchen, a giant dopey smile plastered on their face.

the rest of the gang sat scattered around him. henry was sucking face with some chick, and Patrick was passed out next to victor, who was stoned out of his mind.

belch watched as excitement filled your face when the song switched. your favorite song, Jesse’s Girl by Rick Springfield played through the house. when you realized your song was playing, you turned in belch’s direction as a huge smile erupted across your face. you stumbled through the crowd, a teasing smile played on your lips as you sauntered over to belch. his face softened when you started walking over, heat rising to his cheeks.

‘h-hey!’ you drunkenly shouted over the music.

belch smiled and leaned down to your ear. ‘hi sunshine.’ he replied, his deep voice sending ripples through your body. you shivered and pulled away, swallowing thickly.

‘its our song reg!’ you shouted, grabbing his large hand in your smaller one. ’lets dance!’

belch chuckled as you pulled him away from the wall into the crowd. soon you were both enveloped by the bodies around you. belch watched as you swayed, mouthing the lyrics and dancing around him. slowly you stopped, coming back to meet his gaze again.

maybe it was the alcohol, but suddenly confidence was flowing through your veins. you reached up to hook your arms around his neck, and his hands came to rest on your waist, pulling your chest against his.

‘you know w-what reg?’ you chirped. ’what y/n?.’ belch asked.

‘i like you a whole bunchh, like ever s-since i moved here.’ you hiccuped. belch’s eyebrows raised he swallowed dryly.

‘like how? as a friend-‘ ‘shhhhh’ you muttered, pressing your finger to belch’s lips. slowly you pulled him down to your lips.

“like when we’re together, we’re the o-only people in the world. i reeally like you r-reg.’ you stuttered against his jaw. suddenly the air around you was sobering

reg was internally freaking out. while he had been waiting forever to hear that, but he knew how y/n could get when they were drunk. sappy and touchy. he was brought back out of his own head at the sound of y/n giggling at his scrunched up face. they took two wobbly steps towards him, and he was already rushing forward to catch them. they were now passed out in his arms. he sighed and picked them up, heading for the stairs. belch could care less about the rest of the gang, they weren’t going anywhere.

[so im just skipping to the next morning cuz i want smut sooner]

you woke up the next morning to soft sunlight streaming through parted curtains and a full brass section pounding in your head. you groaned and rolled away from the light, fumbling put of bed and shuffling out of your bedroom. moving into the kitchen, you leaned over the sink and splashed cold water onto your face. you wiped your face off and walked out of the kitchen into the family room yawning.

now anyone can probably imagine how you felt to see the very sobering sight that was belch huggins, asleep on your couch. you stepped back into the kitchen as fuzzy memories from last night falling into place in your head.

“like when its just us, were the o-only people in the world. i reeally like you r-reg.”

“i like you soo much , ever since i moved h-here.”

that is not how you wanted to tell him. anxious thoughts swarmed your head and your gut dropped. what if i ruined us? i cant lose him.

‘hey sunshine. you alright?’

reggie’s deep voice pulled you back down to earth and you snapped back to the couch to see reggie standing up with a worried expression on his face.

“huh?” you asked. he walked closer to you. ”are you okay?’ he asked as he stopped in front of you.

you looked up at him from under your lashes, feeling slightly embarrassed, remembering what happened last night.

‘yeah im alright reg.’ you glanced past him at the couch that had blankets bunched up on it. ’you slept here?’ you asked, a small smile growing on your face.

he blushed and ran a hand through his bedhead. ’yeah i didn’t really want to leave you.”

you could feel your face get red at his words and you glanced down at the floor, not able to meet his eyes. he smiled and gently grabbed your chin, pulling you up and forcing you to meet his eyes again.

“you remember dont you.’ he asked gently, eyes flicking to your lips and back to your eyes. your eyes widened at his question and you softly nodded.

you could feel your heartbeat in your ears while reggie stared at you, his stare magnetizing.

slowly you reached up to grab his face and swiftly pressed your lips onto his. he sighed into the kiss, snaking his other hand down to grab your waist and pulled you flush against him. the kiss felt like it lasted forever, until you pulled away to catch your breath.

reggie let his large hands rest on your hips, as your foreheads rested against eachother. once you caught your breath, you looked back to him, a giant smile erupting on your face. he smiled softly and brushed his nose against yours.

“i reeally like you too since you moved here.” he whispered, reminding you of last night before pressing his lips to your again. you melted in his hands, gripping his shirt in your fists and leaning into him. his hot breath fanned on your cheek as the kiss slowly got heated.

his tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, granting him access. his tongue slipped into your mouth, entwining with yours. you whimpered when his fingertips dug into your flesh. he grunted and reached down to grab the backs of your thighs. he lifted you up off the floor and you wrapped your legs around his waist. he gripped your ass and walked out of the kitchen towards your room.

breaking the kiss, he dropped you and turned to close the door and then pressed you up against it. his arms blocked on either side of you as he moved to press sloppy kisses along your jaw. you let out a quiet moan when reggie sucked on the spot under your ear. he groaned in response and sucked on that spot more, most definitely leaving marks for you to find later. you moaned, running your hands through his short hair and tugging his head back up to meet your lips. he let a moan out into the kiss, fumbling to grope at your breasts and thighs. you whimpered again, reaching to tug at his shirt. he pulled away and slowly dropped you from the door, grabbing your waist and pushing you back to your bed. the back of your knees hit the mattress and you fell backwards, grabbing at the hem of your shirt and pulling it up over your head. reggie stood above you, eyes growing dark with lust at the sight of your bare chest. he crawled over you and attacked your tits, swirling his tongue around one of your nipples while his large hand kneaded the other. your back arched and you moaned at the contact. reggie groaned and released from your nipple with a pop, making you whimper at the loss of warmth. he chuckled and pressed kisses up your chest and neck to your lips again. you kissed while he moved to palm your breasts, groaning when he felt your nipples harden under his hands. you whined when you felt his knee press against your hot core. involuntarily your hips rocked against his thigh, soft moans spilling from your lips at the contact. belch chuckled and kissed back down your chest and stomach, stopping at the waistline of your shorts. he moved his thigh back and hooked his fingers on the hem of the shorts, tugging them down off your ankles and tossing them across the room. he stared down at your thinly clothed core and the wet spot seeping through your panties with a smug grin on his face.

‘you like me that much sunshine? i haven’t even touched you yet.’ he muttered, glancing up at your very red face. you spluttered out a response that you couldn’t hear, only focused on how close to your heat reggie was. he grabbed your thighs and pushed them open, and hooked his finger under your panties, pulling them off, leaving you naked under him. his stare on your naked core was shameful, and you pressed your legs together shyly. he growled and grabbed your knees, pushing your thighs open as far as they could go. staring down at your cunt again, he whispered

“shit sunshine you look so good.. bet you taste even better. ”

then he shoved his face in between your thighs.

you let out a loud moan at the feeling of his tongue pressing against your hole, and ground your hips against his face. reaching down you grabbed his short hair, tugging on the soft ends. ‘p-please reg.’ you whined. he groaned against you and dove his tongue into your opening. he moved his tongue up and down your slick, flicking at your clit and digging his fingers into your waist, holding you down against his face. your whining and moaning at the feeling of his tongue against your clit. he moved his hand up to your core and traced large circles around your clit, thrusting his tongue in and out of your dripping hole and pressing his thumb down on your cit. you were mewling and moaning, gripping your sheets. you could feel heat building in your abdomen, pins and needles spreading through your body. belch slid his fingers down your slick and pressed them against your hole, sliding two in your wetness. you moaned at the stretch, clenching around his thick fingers. he groaned into your core and continued pumping his fingers in and out of you, relishing at the blissed out expression on your face. tingles spread to your fingertips when he hit a spongy spot inside of you and you let out a very whiny,

‘shit reggie.. nngh. cumming! right there!’ 

he smiled and muscle memory kicked in and he curled his fingers, hitting that spot over and over again, making your toes curl and let out a squeal, hot white heat rushing over you. you clenched hard around his fingers, hot cum spurting out onto his hand and arm. you sighed, releasing the tight grip you had on you sheets, looking down at reggie. he wiped his face off and sucked your cum off his fingers, leaning up to kiss you again. tasting yourself in his mouth was a lot hotter than you thought it would be. you pulled back from the kiss and smiled up at him, raking your hands through his brown curls. he let out a pained groan when your knee brushed against his painfully hard cock. you giggled and did it again, pressing harder this time. reggie growled and grabbed your knee, leaning down to your ear.

‘if you want me you can have me sunshine.’ he muttered, rubbing his thumb over the skin of your knee where his hand rested. you quickly nodded, very excited by this side of him, looking down at the strained outline in his jeans. he chuckled and stood up, pulling off his shirt and tossing it with my shorts. i smiled and scooted back on the bed, anxiously biting your bottom lip. 

reggie unzipped his pants and shoved them down to his ankles. he almost moaned at the release of pressure against his aching cock. when he pulled it out your eye almost popped out of your head, and you could feel your heartbeat rising in your ears. it was thick, with a bright red tip that was leaking precum. you were honestly unsure how it would fit inside you, squeezing your legs together, feeling a new wave of slick wash over your thighs.he stared down at you with dark, unbridled lust in his eyes and crawled over you again, prying your knees open again. you moaned when you felt his tip swipe through your folds and press against your clit. he rubbed it up and down through your folds, mixing his precum over your slit, heavy breaths leaving his mouth. you whimpered and wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing his tip against your entrance, making him sigh as he slowly started pushing into you. you let out moans in unison, breathless at the feel of reggie stretching out your sensitive walls. when  he  finally bottomed out he let out a strangled groan feeling you squeeze around him just right. “shit sunshine.. you’re so t-tight.’ he rasped.

you gripped tight to his shoulders and whimpered at him

“reg.. please move. i need to feel you’

he outright moaned at that, shifting his weight over you more and leaned down to peck a gentle kiss to your lips. you smiled, that making the act so much more passionate. slowly he pulled back and pushed into you again, repeating it and making a steady pace thrusting his hips into yours. moans fell from your mouth and mixed with reggie’s as he pounded into you. he moaned at the way your gummy walls sucked him in further and further, like you were begging him to ruin your perfect cunt.

you yelped and dragged your nails down his back when you felt him speed up. he worked a steady pace, pants and groans leaving his lips as he gripped your thighs, fingernails digging into your soft skin. whimpers fell and your eyes fell closed at the stretching feeling, nails leaving thin red lines down his back. but your eyes flew back open when you felt him hit that same spongy spot inside of you. reggie grunted and grabbed your thigh, hoisting it over his shoulder and going back to hitting that spot over and over again, your moans sped up, and you felt the pins and needles rapidly spreading to your fingers and toes. you gripped the sheets as your back arched and your second orgasm of the day approached. it washed over you and a loud moan escaped your lips. reggie didn’t slow down, continuing to plow into that same spot, the pressure in your lower belly grew again, faster this time, and your muscles tensed hard, making you whine loudly in reggie’s ear.

‘shit babe im close, can you come one more time for me? can you do that sunshine?” he groaned back at you. you frantically nodded. he picked up his pace again, thrusting into you and holding your waist in place. you moaned as your body started to tingle, and your thighs were coated in a thick layer of sticky liquid as your legs started to shake. reggie’s thrusts started to get sloppy. he reached down between your bodies and rubbed tight circles on your clit with his free hand. you moaned as that pushed you over your edge, and your walls pulsed around his cock, throwing him into his orgasm. his hot cum filled your aching cunt and your cum mixed together, squirting out of your hole and onto the mattress. slowly he pulled out and collapsed onto the mattress next to you. you both laid there for a while, panting and sweating. you turned to look at him.

‘you didn’t pull out?’

he chuckled. ‘you’re on the pill sunshine.’ he replied. you nodded slowly, turning back to look at the ceiling.

‘so.. you like me too.. right?’ you asked. belch turned to look at you this time. ‘yes.. clearly.’ you laughed at that, rolling onto your side to face him. you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips and he pulled away, smiling.

‘i guess it’s just us in this world.’

#belch huggins #belch huggins x reader #belch huggins smut #im so sorry this feels all over the place #also im sorry this took so long #thank you for putting up with me #shut up jesse's girl is a good song

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If you’re still taking juke prompts…

#85 "You were talking in your sleep." has excellent potential 👀

once again this is way late, but I hope some fluffy Juke makes up for it 🥰 (didn’t reread too much tho because otherwise i’ll never post this lol)

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Luke startled awake, confused by his surroundings at first, until his eyes settled on Reggie and Alex sitting across from him in the Molina garage turned studio.

They had practice immediately after school as usual, but then they’d settled down into a writing session and all of the late nights leaning over his notebook caught up with Luke and the gentle scratch of Julie’s pen against her notebook and Alex and Reggie’s voices going back and forth with Julie’s made for too soothing of a lullaby for him to sort of just… pass out.

He wasn’t proud of it, but it happened, okay???

His best friends exchanged an amused grin before looking back at him.

“What?”

Alex nodded toward the end of the couch where Julie was sitting, unfazed by he and the boys sudden conversation, scribbling away in her notebook.

“You were talking in your sleep,” Reggie told him.

“What did I say?”

The bass player tapped his chin, pretending to think about it. “Oh, I don’t know… what was it, Alex?”

Luke watched as the corner of Julie’s mouth twitched ever so slightly, like she was trying to hide her smile.

The teasing grin grew across Alex’s face, clearly ready to taunt him. “I’m not sure I remember.”

“Leave him alone, you two,” Julie scolded, though it was clear she, too, found whatever he must’ve said amusing. She pointed a stern finger at Reggie, who looked like a deer caught in head lights at the gesture. “Or I’m telling Kayla you wrote that song about her.” She turned on Alex. “And I’ll tell Willie you think skateboarders are cute.”

“Yes ma’am,” Reggie mumbled the same time Alex sunk into the armchair, muttering, “Yes, Julie.”

She shook her head at them fondly before tucking her pen in her notebook and slapping it shut, climbing off the couch.

“Jules, hey wait,” Luke called, bouncing up after her. “Where are you going?”

“It’s my turn to start dinner,” she explained. “Wanna help?”

His eyes lit up immediately before he bit his lip to hold back a grin threatening to take over his face at the thought. “Yeah, sure.” He followed her up into the house, leaning against the island in the kitchen while Julie got everything ready.

Julie had decided last minute that she was going to make spaghetti for dinner that night. It wasn’t lost on her that she and Carlos had had more than enough spaghetti in their lifetime, as it was the only dish Ray could manage by himself right after Rose passed away. But Carlos always said that he liked it when Julie made it too, because she made it like their mom did.

It meant the world to her that Carlos felt that way, and something about the idea of keeping even the smallest piece of Rose’s memory alive and sharing that with Luke and the boys made Julie’s heart full.

As they prepared the pasta, Julie was admittedly surprised at how easily Luke picked up on things in the kitchen. He wasn’t perfect, but for the effort he gave, he was pretty alright by her. (And if she had butterflies every time Luke brushed past her—for the record, the Molina kitchen had plenty of space in it—it was all she could do but duck her head to hide her blush.)

She watched as Luke hummed to himself as he occasionally stirred the spaghetti—it was a menial task but she always thought that Luke made everything kind of adorable. His fingers tapped along on the counter and she recognized the melody they were messing around with earlier before he fell asleep in the studio.

As if he could feel her gaze on him, he looked up, his mouth turning up into an amused grin. “What?”

She returned his grin with a soft smile of her own. “Nothing. I just never imagined Luke Patterson as a chef.”

“Julie, come on. I’m just doing what you tell me to. We all know who the real chef here is,” he teased.

“Actually it’s my mom,” she admitted, her eyes falling away from his. “Carlos says I make it like her, so I figured maybe you guys could try it too.”

His expression became incredibly soft as if he completely understood the significance of a seemingly little thing. “We’d be honored.”

And so the boys joined the Molinas for dinner and all 3 of them absolutely raved about how good it was along with Carlos—though Julie wondered if Luke said something to the boys beforehand. Either way, she was honored they liked it so much.

At the end of the evening when it was time for the boys to head to their respective homes, Luke hung around on the porch, taking his sweet time saying goodbye to Julie. The boys had shot him knowing looks as they left, so he was sure he wouldn’t hear the end of it but he didn’t care.

“I guess I’d better head home before my mom starts wondering where I am,” he said, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want her to be worried,” Julie said with a nod.

“Thanks for letting me help make dinner, and for letting the boys and I stay.”

“Of course, you guys are always welcome here.”

“Thanks Julie,” he said, smiling down at her. She could tell he was dragging his feet but she wasn’t sure she wanted to say what she was thinking out loud. “Well I’d better go…” He moved to step off the porch when the words came flying out of her mouth.

“Luke, wait!”

He froze, his whole body turning to face her immediately.

“I… I, um. I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Her wide brown eyes looked up at him and it took everything in him to keep from melting right then and there. She didn’t even know what she did to him and yet, there she was. “What’s up?”

“About… about what you said, earlier in the garage. When the boys were teasing you about what you said in your sleep…”

His brow wrinkled in confusion—he’d almost completely forgotten that happened. Julie had shut the boys down so swiftly that he’d put it out of his mind. “Yeah?”

“You said that… well, you said you loved me.”

Everything in Luke came to a screeching halt. Had he heard her correctly? Sure Luke had dreamt of telling Julie he loved her, but he had counted on being conscious when he actually did. “Julie, I… I’m so sorry! I mean, I’m not sorry I said it but I’m sorry I said it in the least private or romantic way possible and I—“

“Luke.”

“—I’ve been meaning to tell you, well, I mean I would’ve started with maybe that I just had feelings for you instead of just jumping into it, but I guess that’s where that lyric face first, full charge comes from, huh?”

“Luke!”

“I—“ His cheeks turned pink as he finally stopped talking. “Yeah?”

“It’s okay. I-I feel the same way. I’m not sure I’m ready to say it yet, but I really care about you.”

“I care about you too, Jules.” He quickly but cautiously reached out to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. “Can I kiss you?”

He was rewarded with a warm smile, and Julie knew based on the butterflies in her stomach that she wouldn’t mind loving Luke for a long time.

#idk what this is #but when do I ever #writing prompts #my writing #juke fic #jatp fic #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson

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Until You Love Me

Chapter 1: We Are the Crowd...

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Casey Valentine); f!MC (Casey Valentine) x f!OC (Tatum Erikson)

Series Summary: Constantly worried about Ethan's faithfulness, Casey Valentine's paranoia reaches an all-time high when she meets a blast from his past.

Chapter Summary: A celebratory night at Donahue's takes a turn when Casey meets a girl that has caught Ethan's eye

Music Inspo: "Paparazzi" - Kim Dracula

Word Count: ~2500

Rating/Warnings: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only🔞 This miniseries will contain NSFW material (🍋), infidelity, language, discussion and/or depiction of medical situations, gaslighting, mental abuse & illness, suicide, violence, criminal activity; alcohol use

A/N: I am SUPER pumped to be participating in week 1 of @choicesflashfics prompt challenge! I chose prompt #1: “You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.” The prompt will be in bold.

A/N2: This is very much an AU; our main characters will be written OOC; most of these characters and some plot points belong to our friends at Pixelberry. Special thanks to my sweet friends that helped me brainstorm and pre-read various parts of this. This is not beta'd, so please forgive my errors.

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Donahue's. The vibrant, neon sign to the well-known dive bar illuminates the otherwise quiet street. The establishment itself rests comfortably in a residential neighborhood a few blocks north of the medical district. A small parking lot was added years ago--not that anyone abides by the yellow fluorescent lines. But even with Donahue's attempting to appear more official, more business-like, everyone reveres it like a second home. A place to relax. A place where people know your name.

He lowkey loves it here; that's the only reason he dared to venture out tonight. If Ethan Ramsey had it his way, he would much rather stay in on a Sunday evening, enjoying a finger of scotch with the Patriots on mute and his nose in a historical prose.

But lucky for me, not tonight. 

Tonight is Midnight Madness, a rite of passage among med school graduates and residents where we celebrate a turning of the page, so-to-speak, as we all take the next big step in our medical careers. For my Edenbrook friends and I, gone are the days of being the scut of the hospital, the runts, the bottom of the healthcare food chain. Residency is over, and Monday morning brings private practice, fellowships, and new research. It’s one last time for celebration.

So, of course, I naturally want Ethan here with me. 

As I step out of the car, he walks ahead of me. He's due for a haircut, but I secretly love watching his dark waves gently bounce on the collar of his shirt. He's wearing one of my favorites: a pinstripe Hilfiger button-down with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, the musculature of his defined forearms on display. His pressed khaki chinos accentuate his well-rounded, well-toned backside, and I must admit: my eyes fail to look away from the beautiful spectacle.

Well, that is until I nearly collided with the front door to the sports bar. 

He didn't hold it open for me. 

And my heart sinks.

As I slip inside, Reggie, the bar owner, nods my direction, giving me a kind, sympathetic smile. 

Did he see that, too? 

He fixes my favorite drink – a cherry vodka sour – and slides the glass tumbler in front of my usual stool at the bar. I slink into my seat. Sipping through a straw, I casually glance around the large, open-concept room, looking for my Ethan. 

Where did he go?

The room is dark with warm ambient lighting from stage lights, disco balls and multicolored lamps. There's a subtle haze of smoke as bar patrons sway to the heavy pulse of the music.

The bass is hypnotic, and I feel the energy thrumming in my veins as I sip on my cocktail, surveying the room.

There he is; there's my handsome man. 

But I feel the joy drain out of my face instantly. 

He's talking to a tall, curvy blonde at a bar-top table near the jukebox. Who is she? She's wearing a silk, black camisole that lays perfectly across her full assets along with a snug pair of perfectly-tailored skinny jeans that show off her long legs and obviously plump rear.

She's beautiful. Actually… she's stunning. 

Does Ethan even know her? 

Oh God. He just made her laugh. She tosses back her head, her platinum tresses bouncing over her shoulders as she coyly covers her nose and mouth. 

It couldn't have been that funny.

Ethan takes a sip of his own amber drink, no doubt a top shelf. But his eyes remain trained on her.

What the hell is going on right now?

"Would you like another?" Reggie pulls me from the scene unfolding in front of me–and it's a good thing, too. I feel my jealousy building in the pit of my stomach. 

I always worried about other women making moves on my man. But… I never thought I'd have to worry about him reciprocating flirtation.

He wouldn't. I know he wouldn't do that to me. To us.

No. I'm sure there is a logical explanation to Ethan's exchange with this woman. More than likely, this is purely innocent, and I'm just perceiving this all completely wrong.

Although reality is perception…

Shit.

I cordially smile at the bartender, nodding my head. "Better make it a double."

—---

It's been over an hour, and Ethan has barely spoken to me. I already sense the odd looks in my direction as if everyone can sense the awkwardness between us. Damnit, I hate people giving me that look, as if they pity me. What they don’t know is that Ethan and I have a mutual understanding; he’s not into public displays of affection.

Does he have to act like such a prick?

Okay, that’s not fair. I know that’s how I’m perceiving him. He’s not a prick, but I would think he’d at least talk with me. If I had known he was going to be this cold, I would've stayed home.

Being with this man is maddening.

I finish another drink, raising up my finger in Reggie’s direction to order another one. I nonchalantly glance around the room. I can see Ethan lounging outside on a brick patio next to a firepit, sharing cigars with Tobias and Victor, two of his longtime friends and colleagues. He’s smiling, which always makes for a good night for us.

Suddenly I remember the blonde, and my eyes naturally shift to where she was sitting. But, she’s gone.

Did she leave already?

I shrug, turning back to my freshly served beverage.  Keeping my hands in my lap, I lean over the polished bar, capturing the wayward straw first with my tongue, then my mouth.

“So that’s the kind of night you’re aiming for.”

I abruptly twirl around on my stool, following the seductive giggle, and I am met face-to-face with the blonde bombshell Ethan was talking to earlier.

Only now, I am up close and personal, and I swear I am staring at a goddess.  Her skin is like a blanket of sun-kissed velvet. Her golden hair sits like a crown on her head, and her rosy, heart-shaped lips frame her pearly white teeth.

Damnit, she's gorgeous. No wonder Ethan was staring at her…

“Is this seat taken, doll?” She gracefully gestures to the stool next to me, the simple movement seductively mesmerizing. I lock my attention on her, swimming deep in the ocean of her blue eyes. 

I pretend to sip my drink as I motion for her to sit. As she makes herself comfortable, I look around the bar, noticing at least eight other open seats she could've taken.

But she chose to sit next to me…

I bite my lip as she continues talking. "God," she sets her clutch on the bar, crossing her legs. "Espadrilles are supposed to be comfortable, right?" She chuckles. "My toes keep going numb, and I swear my arches are bleeding." As she bends over to adjust her shoe, I'm given the perfect view straight down her slinky shirt.

No bra… Damnit! She saw me looking…

She snickers deviously, a mischievous Cheshire grin stretching across her face as if to pretend she didn't just catch me staring at her tits. "I'm Tatum," she holds out her hand to shake mine. "What's your name, doll?"

"Casey," I say softly.

"Wait," she grabs my arm as a look of surprise etches across her face. "Casey? As in Ethan Ramsey's Casey?"

I curiously look at Tatum, taken aback by her words, and I can feel a smile curling on my lips. "Yeah… yeah, that's me. How… how did you–?"

"I met him earlier! Girl…" she grows conspiratorially quiet, "he's quite the looker." She titters, "you need to keep him on a tighter leash!"

I let out a cordial laugh. Reggie passes by us, raising his eyebrows at me. I grin, nodding that everything is fine.

"But listen," Tatum grabs my hand endearingly. "Before I could even try hitting on him, he told me he was here with the most beautiful woman in the world–"

"Pssh," I hiss. I look down at our hands, lowering my voice. "He did not."

"Did too!" She begins to trace circles across my skin with her thumb. "He said you were waiting up here at the bar for him, and your name was Casey." 

I can feel my cheeks warm. He might be cold towards me tonight, but Ethan Ramsey truly does love me.

"Oh, Tatum," I throw my arms around her shoulders, "I know we just met, but you have managed to make my night a million times better."

She pats my back. "Were you having a bad night?"

I pull back and give her a guilty-look. "No?" I sigh heavily. "Yes? I don't know" I lay my head in my hands.

"What's wrong, doll?" She combs my strawberry-blonde hair behind my ears as her voice turns into a whisper. "Is this about Ethan?"

I timidly nod my head.

"Oh gosh, Casey!" She puts a finger under my chin, lifting my gaze back to hers. "I don't know what has happened with you two in the past, but that gorgeous man loves you." She pauses, watching me. "Is he having trouble showing that to you?"

Is it that obvious?  I nod.

She exhales dramatically as her long eyelashes flutter across her high cheekbones. "Men," she mumbles, shaking her head which causes me to giggle. She catches my gaze… and it feels like–I don't know… she continues. "How's the sex?"

I begin to choke on my drink, covering my shocked expression with my fingers. "Wh–what?"

"The sex?" She wiggles her eyebrows. "Oh c'mon," she snickers, "I bet he's hot in the sack."

I feel a swirl of heat invade my neck and face as I take a long pull from my vodka drink. 

Why would she ask that?

“I see,” she exhales. “Well,” she tilts her head to meet my gaze before taking my hand and settling it into her lap. "Maybe you need to… spice things up." 

She begins to gently caress my hand in hers.  I feel goosebumps ignite across my body, a sudden ache forming deep in my belly as I stare at her full lips.

Wait… no. 

I shake my head as I stand up.

What's happening here?

"I–I'm sorry, Tatum, but I think I gave you the wrong impression. I'm not like that," I grab my purse.

“Casey,” Tatum slips out of her chair, “don’t go. I’ll leave.”  She leans over her barstool, collecting her clutch. As she stands up straight, she brushes her body against mine, her lips a breath away from the shell of my ear. “But if you do want to spice things up,” she whispers, “come find me.”

The rush of my own air escapes my lungs. My toes contort as electricity ignites through my nerves. 

God, she’s so sexy…

This is insane; I just met her! And yet, she... and my body...

What the fuck? 

If I wanted to 'spice things up'… What does that even mean? Does she mean my sex life with Ethan? Or specifically my own personal life?

What has me more curious: how would she spice things up?

I pay my tab, wishing Reggie a good evening.  Ethan is still outside, and I see a table with my old friends, deep in jubilant celebration of Midnight Madness.  I don’t want to interrupt, so sneak past the crowd, quickly retreating to the bathroom.

There she is. 

She’s casually bent over the sink, finger-combing her hair.  As the door shuts behind me, she turns to look at me before raising an eyebrow.

I can feel beads of sweat collecting on my back  My pulse turns into a gallop as I watch Tatum take a step towards me.

And then another.

She slinks past me, reaching for the door to lock the deadbolt.

The silence is driving me crazy; the unspoken anticipation feeds into my arousal. Should it be?  I mean, that’s what this is, right?  Something sexual? I clear my throat.

“So, um… about spicing things up?”  With the clacking of her heels, Tatum slowly approaches me, towering over my petite frame.

God, she–she's just so…

I swallow thickly when she doesn’t respond. “How does this… I mean, how will, um–?”

Tatum begins to laugh, gently cupping my cheek in her hand. “You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.” With her other hand, she rakes her nails through my hair.  

My eyes flutter close, relishing her intimate touch. 

God, it’s been so long.

“Just relax, doll,” she purrs.  

And without warning, she captures my hungry lips, but in a way my body isn’t used to.  It feels soft, sweet… even somewhat innocent, caring, as if she doesn’t want to hurt me.  But the pull of her mouth teases me, coaxing my lips apart as the flick of her tongue sweeps inside to tickle my own.

Oh, this. This is so…

A quiet moan escapes from me as Tatum grabs my hips.  She giggles against my supple pout, continuing to kiss me with fervor. Harder. Faster.

She walks me backwards, pushing my body against the cool brick.  Pulling out of our kiss, she stares into my eyes. There’s an intensity there I’ve never seen, never experienced before in my life. And I’m terrified. And thrilled. And…

Just touch me again…

She gently strokes my flushed cheek with the back of her fingers before caressing my neck.

Then my breasts.

“Are you sure you want to spice things up, doll?” She pants.

I feel my chest rising and falling in pace with her breathing. I’ve never felt so intune with someone in all my life–let alone, a woman. 

My eyes flicker to her beautiful, feral mouth. God, I need it on me…

And with the nod of my head, she unbuttons my jeans before dropping to her knees.

—-----

It's just past 9AM Monday morning, and I'm already on my third cup of coffee. No doubt I'll have jitters later, but after being exhausted in the most heavenly way possible, it's so worth it.

Ethan didn't say anything last night. Or this morning. 

Oh God, was that cheating? 

Shit. I didn't think this through…

But it was with a woman. And I'm not… well, at least I don't think I am…

It doesn't count, right?

But, damn, it was good.

I round through the department, checking on my fresh batch of interns, mulling around, glued to their pocket diagnostics guides.

Oh, to be young again…

As I turn the corner to enter the charting station, I suddenly freeze, recognizing a familiar tall blonde. 

In a white coat.

What the…? Tatum? 

Even under the fluorescent lights, her platinum highlights perfectly shine, her waves bouncing effortless on her shoulders. Her scarlet wrap dress hugs her curves beautifully, and her patent-leather nude pumps show off her toned calves, those thick thighs, and–

Tatum clears her throat.

Shit.

As Tatum goes back to looking at her charts, I slowly saunter up bedside her.

What do I even say? Just be cool…

“Morning, Tatum,” I smile.

She squints her eyes, giving me a cordial smile.

“Uh, hi,” she stutters, her face contorting. “Do I know you?”

~🖤~

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[daintyduck99]

 maybe their whole dynamic is built around jokingly flirting, so they just always assume that their flirts/compliments are all platonic and regal butterfly?

Heads up: this got VERY sensual

Julie's going to dissolve on the dance floor.

She never should've agreed to go clubbing, but you can only bow out so many times before it starts to look suspicious. Especially when your entire friend group likes to go almost every other weekend for one reason or another.

Now she's sandwiched between Reggie and Flynn and she can't tell if it's the bass pounding in her body or just raw desire.

It's mesmerizing, how they move in sync, with Reggie molded to her back and Flynn her front. Reggie's broad hands clutch Julie hips through the lattice siding of her dress, hot on her skin. His lips are dangerously close to her ear, and every short burst of his breath makes her shiver.

He's definitely hard and if Julie thinks about that too much she will combust.

Flynn isn't helping. Her palms are splayed on Julie's ribs, so so close to where Julie wants them as their bodies rock together. She looks striking in the neon lights, eyes popping against her glittery makeup as she flashes Julie a sultry smile. Their noses touch, and her breath is warm on Julie's lips. They're practically panting into one another’s mouths and it's only by some miracle that Julie hasn't moaned.

She really shouldn't have let them flirt their way into this situation, but Julie'd had a feeling that she'd succumb to something like this the second she'd agreed to come to the club. They're already incredibly flirty, and there's something about the scene.

Still, she never expected them to be this forward with her, and she should've worn different panties, apparently.

Reminding herself that it's simply supposed to be fun doesn't help. She's liked them way too much for too long and if she doesn't leave now she's going to do something stupid, like beg for a kiss or for someone to keep her or even just fuck her.

Julie squirms, but that only encourages them, and her eyes flutter shut as Reggie’s lips graze the spot behind her ear.

"Please…"

"Please what, babe?" Flynn says silkily, nuzzling their noses together, and Julie exhales shakily as something in her snaps.

"Don't…"

They release her, and even through the blur of unshed tears, she can tell they both have concern carved into their features.

"Should we go outside?" Reggie murmurs, so low it's nearly lost to the music.

Flynn nods, gently taking Julie's hand.

"Come on, Jules. It'll be easier to talk."

Julie numbly follows Reggie, feeling abruptly off-balance in her heels without both of them holding her, but Flynn keeps her from toppling over as they make their way through the throng of people and slip out the door.

They settle on top of a low concrete wall, pressed shoulder to shoulder with Julie still in the middle, but the breeze makes Julie shiver, regardless. Reggie and Flynn both shrug out of their jackets, with Reggie draping his across Julie's shoulders and Flynn laying hers in Julie's lap.

Julie sighs through a wan smile. "Thanks."

"Of course," Reggie replies earnestly, and she hears a warmer smile than hers in his voice as she snuggles into their jackets. "We can't have our girl getting cold."

She fights a fresh wave of tears.

"Am I, though? Your girl?"

Flynn covers Julie's hands with hers.

"Do you want to be? Because if you do, we'd take you in a heartbeat, babe."

Reggie hums in agreement, wiping a stray tear from Julie's cheek with his thumb.

"We've been trying to seduce you for ages. And kind of seduced each other along the way? But yeah. We really like you, Julie."

Julie swivels to fully gape at them both.

"Wh—but you've always flirted with me! You're both very flirty people! How was I supposed to know that it meant anything?"

"Flirting with intent is definitely different—" Reggie starts, and Flynn nods, jumping in.

"We don't dance with just anyone like that. We want you."

Julie huffs, furiously scrubbing the remainder of her tears away.

"You'll have to tell me exactly how. In great detail. Then I might forgive you for driving me crazy without ever directly saying anything!"

Reggie and Flynn exchange devilish grins.

"We can do that," they say, voices heavy with promise and more.

And Julie has to admit it's the perfect apology as she dissolves between them on a nice set of sheets.

#friends to lovers prompts #regal butterfly #reggie x julie x flynn #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

[mouse-fantoms]

…thinkin’ about this post and just the idea of like it’s like a gig at Eats & Beats and they’ve played a couple songs and absolutely slay it (as they do) and Julie says into the mic “time for a bit of a different set up” and it’s Luke like front and center on the mic this time and he plays like, Look Weekend and Crooked Teeth how he envisioned them to and it’s such a feeling and it’s really thrilling for him like getting to do his songs that he wrote, how he intended them to be done.

People in the crowd I guess would then be like “…hey wait a second that sounds kind of familiar” the lyrics and everything would be pretty similar to the songs that the general public knows as Trevor Wilson’s but yet they have a much different vibe that those to what they just heard.

Idk I guess I just picture like conspiracy theories going on in their fanbase of like “Hold on 👁️👁️ we’ve done research and turns out Julie’s guitarist looks like a missing person back in 1995, was in the band Sunset Curve and was also a guitarist, but then died by food poisoning. The drummer from that band and bass player look incredibly similar to Julie bass and drummer too who both also died the same night Like died.” I just feel like there’s be such a divide of people being like “idk what to make of that” or “wow she got holograms of those guys that look so life like” or “hey maybe the phantoms in the band name has some truth to it 👀”

…also bonus points that this is how Julie finds out the how of how the boys died. “Food poisoning?” Reggie just gives a nod like “they had such good street dogs too” and Alex laments like “Probably was a bad omen that I got pickle juice on his jumper cables” and Julie is just so confused and questions his statement and they all just nod remembering back and Luke adds “they had the best street dogs you could serve in the back of a car trunk” and Julie just looks at them and repeats back “you guys ate hot dogs out of the back of a car” and they just all nod and see nothing wrong with what she said and she sighs and is like “…looking back… do you wonder why you guys got food poisoning?” And they take a second to collective think on it and then Luke goes “…well when you put it that way”

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[missmitchieg]

Bright white and gold stage lights shone down on the band as they sang and played through Finally Free, the crowd going wild for them for the third song in a row.

Reggie grinned wildly, his heart pumping as Julie nearly bounced off the keyboard bench toward the middle of the stage, watching Luke watch her with hearts in his eyes as they sang with her. He stuck his tongue out teasingly at Luke as Julie danced around the stage, having a blast even while sweating her ass off under the lights.

He rolled his eyes and looked back at Alex who was trying not to laugh at Reggie's on-stange antics, letting out a chuckle before looking into the audience to connect with them like Luke always did. He opened his mouth to sing before noticing a commotion in the crowd.

Some girl looked a little woozy and people were trying to get attention to get her help.

Well, this wasn't good. Reggie had to do something, even if they were in the middle of a song. "Woah, hey, hey!" He called, holding a hand up to get Julie's attention while a small crowd around the girl started yelling about the girl needing help.

"What's going on?" Julie frowned, following Reggie's eye line.

"There's someone struggling over here. It looks like she needs help." Reggie pointed out. "What does she need?"

"She's overheating! She needs water!" A guy called back, holding her up by the waist.

Julie ran to the back of the stage quickly, grabbing a water bottle and a cold towel. Reggie watched her run back to the front and hand a security guard the towel and bottle, pointing out the girl.

Alex also ran over, handing him a green handheld fan.

They all watched the guard rush over and hand the crowd around the girl the supplies, Luke grabbing his microphone. "Can we- Is it possible to get a chair for her to sit in?" He asked. "I don't want her to fall over and get hurt." He said, making the crowd 'awwww' and applaud him.

"Can we get a chair?" Julie repeated, and nodded approvingly when she saw another guard pushing a blue loaner wheelchair toward the girl to take her to a safer area of the venue, who was now sipping water and fanning herself.

"Good. Thanks, Larry!" Reggie waved at the guard with a smile. "Give it up for Larry!" He shouted and the crowd roared with applause.

Alex laughed softly and walked back to his drums, leaning toward the microphone. "You can keep that fan, by the way." He said with a smile.

Julie giggled and ran a hand through sweaty curls, keeping an eye on her. "You ok, honey?" She asked with a thumbs up, getting a thumbs up in return. "Good."

"If anyone else needs help, please warn us, guys." Alex said, sipping from his own water bottle.

"That's right. Julie And The Phantoms takes care of our fans!" Julie nodded, making the crowd cheer again.

"We love you guys!" Luke grinned and blew kisses to the crowd, making Julie smile and walk toward him.

"Now... Where were we, boys?"

"Ah, we were about to sing the second pre-chorus." Luke kindly reminded her with a grin, and Reggie looked back at Alex with a smirk.

"Let's get to it, then." He decided, his hands taking their spots on his bass guitar.

"Let's." Julie nodded and grinned.

#julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #alex molina #reggie molina #jatp fanfic

[jmrothwell]

Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force for Peterpatter?

(AO3)

It was a joke. Reggie knew it had been a joke…right? He played it off like it was a joke. So Luke wasn’t entirely sure why it kept bothering him the way it did, and at the most random of times. 

Never when Luke thought it should have happened upon later contemplation.

Like while sharing a microphone would make sense. However, that felt as tense as it always had. A moment shared feeding off the energy of performing and cementing Luke’s “chemistry” argument more than anything. But no different than any time before.

No, it was while they all sat around doing their own things and sharing the same space; Luke would look up to see Reggie softly smiling as he strummed out a tune on his bass. Or when Reggie had casually stolen a sip from Alex’s milkshake. Luke’s eyes were constantly being drawn to Reggie’s mouth, remembering how soft his lips were against his fingertips, wishing he could be that goddamned straw just to feel them again.

And everytime he’d think that maybe he should bring it up or say something Reggie’s voice would always echo around his head. “Girl’s am I right?” accompanied by a tense shallow laugh and Luke’s insides would twist as something painfully tried to crawl its way up his throat. 

Beyond that brief moment where Reggie had been very obviously flustered the other boy didn’t seem as affected by the whole thing as Luke. 

Which, just, that proved it right? Luke was overthinking it. 

After all if Reggie didn’t find it a big deal and clearly wasn’t lingering on it then neither should he. 

Right?

“I’m off.” Alex announced from where he was standing by the studio doors, one late afternoon.

Luke glanced up from his notebook and guitar towards the drummer. From the corner of his eye he caught Reggie smile and wiggle those dark expressive brows of his, “off to go hang with a particular skater?”

Alex rolled his eyes, but the movement didn’t hide the way his lips awkwardly twitched trying to hide his fond smile. “You two behave,” he groaned before sharply turning on his heel and leaving. 

Leaving Luke and Reggie alone. The only two on the couch, in the studio. Alone.

Which shouldn’t have mattered.

Except…

Except it’s the first time since the joke that Luke can recall the two of them being alone like this. Just another coincidence, surely. 

He has to be imagining the way the air seems to grow tense and heavier with the revelation. The way Reggie doesn’t seem quite as relaxed as before. 

“So?” Luke drawls out, holding back on his urge to wince when no other winds spill out of his mouth. He didn’t need to say anything at all but he always felt compelled to fill tense silences. Imagined or not. 

The way Reggie turned to look at him didn’t help matters. Brows furrowed, plush lips pouting at him.  Green eyes not quite catching his when Luke forced his eyes from those lips. Almost as if Reggie had been staring at his nose…or his lips.

Luke mentally shook that idea from his mind. His imagination was getting far too carried away. 

Only when Reggie’s eyes darted back up, his eyes locking back onto Luke’s, a rosy tint began to bloom across his cheeks. He bit at his bottom lip. A subtle movement Luke shouldn’t have caught if not for the fact that his traitorous eyes had returned to looking at Reggie’s lips again while Reggie was definitely watching him. 

This time when Luke looked back up the distance between him and Reggie had closed the smallest bit. And it felt like the most natural thing to finish closing it off. 

Reggie’s nose brushed up against his wide eyes fluttering close when his warm breath ghosted across Luke’s lips. A hum rumbled through Luke's chest and throat, as his fingers tangled into Reggie’s silky hair-although he couldn’t clearly tell if it came from him or Reggie. 

Luke’s heart stuttered in his chest as he felt Reggie’s tongue trail along his bottom lip. He happily obliged the other boy tilting his head and reveling in the deepening kiss. 

Reggie desperately clung to Luke’s shirt and he was seriously considering losing the damn thing. The creak of the studio door hinge reminded Luke where they were. He and Reggie startled apart just before Flynn and Julie entered.

He knew he and Reggie both looked guilty as hell, on top of all the other visual clues they had clearly been in the middle of making out. The two girl’s exchanged knowing looks after barely glimpsing. Julie attempted to bite back a smirk, Flynn made no such effort, “are we interupting something?”

Luke exchanged a look with Reggie. Or he would have if the bassist hadn’t ducked his head down in a clear attempt to hide his fire engine blush. 

“Uh, nope.” Luke declared, then grabbed Reggie’s hand before he could deflate too far. “Actually Reg and I were just about to head out.”

“We were?” Reggie squeaked over Flynn and Julie’s barely stifled giggles.

“Yep,” Luke pulled the bassist up, guiding him toward the door, never letting go of the others hand. Whispered in his ear as they went, “you and I have some things to discuss, and possibly some more kisses to exchange.”

“Have fun.” Flynn called out after them overlapping Julie’s, “be safe.”

#julie and the phantoms fanfic #luke x reggie #ruke #peterpatter #kissing fic

[innytoes]

Happy birthday @jatp-spinsb!

They’d chosen donor 482 because of his love of music, his health records, and the fact that his baby picture had been absolutely adorable. And because of the the fact that in the little essay portion, he’d written that he wanted to be a donor because a friend of his was a trans man, and he wanted to help people like him start families if that’s what they wanted to do. ‘Besides, it’s not like it’s a hardship (sorry if that’s gross!)’ it had ended, which always made Rose laugh.

They’d also chosen donor 482 because he’d agreed that, once any children turned 18, they could contact him. Ray had talked it over with Julie for several months, and she’d been determined. So when donor 482, Reggie, invited her to come to see his band practice, she’d been thrilled. Ray had been too, for her, but that didn’t mean he was going to let his daughter go to some random house on her own.

When they rang the doorbell, a handsome man with long hair answered. “Oh hey, you must be Julie and her dad!” he said, excited. “I’m Willie. The guys are in the studio out back, come on in.”

He lead them through a house, gently nudging aside a very excited dog, three cats, and a six year old in a princess dress who demanded to know if this was ‘Uncle Reggie’s biology daughter’.

“Biological,” Willie corrected them. “And we’re going to give them space so they can talk, remember, Oliver?”

The studio out back looked a lot like Rose’s studio, Ray thought. A big wooden garage transformed into a place for music, for magic, made into a home. The music coming out of it was good, upbeat and fun, with beautiful harmonies. One of the doors was open, and Julie hesitated.

He put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently, letting her know he was there for her no matter what. They’d already agreed on a sign if she wanted to cut the visit short and leave, no questions asked. She grabbed onto his hand, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.

The band was a little younger than Ray, he would guess. His eyes flitted from person to person, the blonde drummer, the sleeveless lead singer, and the very cute guy in the flannel with the bass. Ray’s eyes lingered on him just a little longer than the rest. He was also the first to stop, faltering and clutching the instrument close for a moment, before beaming as the others stopped too. He gave them an awkward little wave.

The drummer gave a little badump-thump with a grin, before both him and the lead singer looked at the bassist with excitement and expectation.

Well, that answered that question. Ray tamped down on the little voice that sounded a lot like Rose, pointing out how of course the one that was exactly Ray’s type in men was their donor.  

“Julie! Hi, I-  Reggie, I’m Reggie,” he fumbled the bass, putting it on the stand, going over and awkwardly holding out his hand. Julie shook it, her eyes searching his face. Ray wanted to point out the similarities he saw. His nervous smile. The awkward wave. But he didn’t want to seem pushy. This was Julie’s moment. He let them speak, keeping an eye and an ear out in case she needed him, but giving them space all the same.

Instead, he introduced himself to the other two band members, complimenting their music, making polite small-talk. Reggie was showing Julie something on his phone, and she looked happy. It sounded like she was telling him about her college plans, and he sounded really impressed, which, bonus points. Ray was incredibly proud of Julie as well, at finally overcoming her grief and getting back into music.

“Sooo,” the lead singer, Luke, said, all fake-casual. “Why’d you pick Reggie as a sperm donor, huh? What was wrong-”

“Oh my god Luke you can’t just ask someone that!” Alex, the drummer, spluttered. “I’m so sorry about him.”

Julie and Reggie had turned to them, and Ray shrugged. “I’m trans,” he said. Might as well get it out of the way. “If you can’t make your own, store-bought is fine.”

“Oh my god, dad!” Julie burst out, embarrassed. Which, sperm donor or not, he was still her father and it was his duty to be slightly embarrassing at all times. It was a joke they’d made many, many times over the years, so much so that it usually only earned him an eye-roll from the kids these days. Apparently him making it in front of new people had once again made it embarrassing.

Luke and Alex both looked a little shocked, before the singer held out his hand for a fist-bump. Reggie though, looked both delighted at the joke, and slightly touched. Maybe he was remembering his little essay in the reason why he donated section.

Yeah, he was pretty sure they’d all get along just fine.

#julie and the phantoms #I wrote a thing #I made a thing #rayxreggie #I mean not yet but 100% it would be and then Julie has to get a flow chart out every time she talks about her family #happy birthday ren! #I stole your AU idea that you forgot about and made you a thing #you know sooner or later Alex is going to be like: are you sure Reggie was your donor? Julie seems way too cool to be biologically related #Reggie: rude! #Alex: I'm just saying it's a triumph of nurture over nature