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august-anon · 1 year

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Jitters No More

Sequel to Showtime

i finished this. almost a year ago lol. i need to stop hoarding my finished fics lol

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Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Ship(s): Gen (hints of Juke)

Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Julie, Luke, Reggie, Alex

Word Count: 1488 words

Summary: Another gig is coming up soon, and Julie finds herself nervous once more. She forgot to account for the fact that the boys could actually touch her, this time.

[ao3 link]

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They’d done it dozens of times before, all sat in the studio in near silence as they did their own things, but this time it felt different.

Maybe it was Reggie sitting on the ground, leaning up against her legs as he restrung his bass. Maybe it was Luke, draped inelegantly over the couch next to her, taking up so much room that his head rested in her lap. Maybe it was Alex, who had squeezed the back of her neck on the way to the chair he was currently sprawled in, practicing keeping rhythms on his thighs.

Julie, for her part, sucked all the warmth in— and that was odd, too. You’d think ghosts would be cold, even if they suddenly got the ability to touch humans (or, at least, Julies) again, but no. They were just as warm as any living person— as she tipped her head back against the couch and hummed under her breath, testing harmonies for tomorrow in her head. She closed her eyes and let her fingers dance in the air as if she were playing her piano, trying to work the muscle memory into her fingers.

Luke’s head shifted on her thigh, and that warning was the only reason she didn’t jump when his voice rang out into the quiet room. “Ready for the gig, Julie?”

Julie snorted, dropping her hands and opening her eyes. “Yeah, ask me again tomorrow.”

Alex made a sympathetic sound, stilling his own hands as well. “Nervous?”

Reggie glanced up at her, still slowly and carefully tightening the new string on his bass.

“I guess, yeah. I don’t think I ever won’t be. But like you guys said, right? You learn to use it.”

“And you also learn ways to calm down.” Luke said.

Julie glanced down at him, mouth open to reply, but the words quickly died in her throat as she watched that slow, sly grin spread across his face. Very pointedly in her direction. All of Julie’s breath left her in a woosh, and she felt a nervous smile try to rise up on her face.

“Now— wait just a second!”

Alex grinned, scooting forward to the edge of his seat. “Are we tickling the jitters out of Julie?”

Reggie plucked his new string, a perfectly tuned A ringing out in the room, and then carefully placed his bass aside. “I think we are.”

“I think we are not!” Julie called out, trying to shift out from under Luke so she could crawl up from the couch and make a dash for the door.

Luke rose slowly, turning his body with it so he could face her. He reminded her a bit of a tiger about to pounce, every movement slow and smooth and deliberate. And that stupid sly grin wasn’t doing anything to make her feel less like prey.

Unfortunately, watching Luke like a cornered animal gave the others more than enough time to get into position. The first squeeze at Julie’s knee, bare through the giant rips in her baggy jeans, made her yelp and jump. The second made her squeak and break into giggles while she tried to jostle her leg to dislodge Reggie’s hand. Reggie’s fingers on her leg were swiftly joined by a set of fingertips at her neck and ears, Alex having snuck behind the couch for his own attack while she wasn’t looking.

“Guys— come on!” She said, her voice embarrassingly shrill and peppered with involuntary giggles.

Luke tsked at her. “Julie, Julie, Julie. Did you really think we would have forgotten?”

She shook her head against Alex’s fingers, which Luke must’ve taken for an answer, because he laughed.

“Good, cuz we didn’t. I mean, come on, it was only a matter of time.”

She squealed and kicked out as Reggie started squeezing up the exposed portions of her thighs. She really regretted wearing those jeans today. She was never gonna wear them around the guys again, her legs wouldn’t be able to take it. Reggie just laughed, which only made her laugh more, because his laughter was so contagious.

“Reggie!”

“That’s my name!”

“Cut it out!”

Reggie hummed, like he was actually considering it. “Mm, no. Maybe later.”

She let out an even more shrill noise when Luke’s fingers finally joined in, callused fingertips sneaking along the sliver of stomach exposed by her crop top. Never again, she swore, just like the jeans. She’d never wear anything even remotely exposing ticklish spots in front of the boys again. It was all long-sleeved turtlenecks and snowpants from here on out.

“This so isn’t fair!” She laughed out, shoving at Luke’s hands.

Alex laughed, his breath ruffling her hair. “Who ever said anything about fair? You saw that last tickle fight.”

Tickle fight. That was right.

Julie lunged forward, flopping off the couch onto the rug below. Luke hissed out a startled curse, jumping back on the couch a little bit almost like a startled cat. Reggie yelped as she tripped over him, and she made a note to apologize to him later. Alex himself looked about ready to launch over the back of the couch himself.

“Julie,” he said, eyes wide and concerned. “Are you okay? Did we go too far?”

Julie huffed out a heavy breath, a grin still tugging at her mouth. “No. I just figured it’s easier to get revenge from down here.”

Reggie seemed to realize very quickly that he was the only person on the ground, yelling as he tried to scramble up onto the couch. Julie laughed and pulled him back down, scribbling under one of his arms so he couldn’t pull himself up again. With her free hand, Julie reached up to scrabble at Luke’s knee through his jeans. Even with the fabric in the way, it seemed as though her nails were killer, based on the way he laughed and tried to flinch away.

Alex shrugged, seeming to be fine with this new direction, and hopped over the back of the couch so he could wrap Luke in a bear hug and pluck at his ribs, just like last time. Luke’s laughter pitched up, and Julie grinned when she realized his now-trapped position meant he couldn’t successfully squirm his way away from her hands.

“Who’s laughing now, Luke?” She said.

Alex laughed. “I think it’s him.”

Then Julie shrieked and crumpled as Reggie managed to slip his hand up under the arm she had raised to tickle Luke. She slammed her arm down to her side and fell back into laughter, literally, as she collapsed on Reggie’s chest.

“Oops, never mind,” Alex said. “It’s you, again.”

“Shut up!”

Julie gathered her strength and managed to get control over her hands once more, sending one to skitter up Reggie’s ribs and the other to scribble into his stomach. Reggie squealed and gave up his own tickling, instead trying to curl into a ball around Julie’s hands.

“I’ll save you, Reg!” Luke called, and it was all the warning Julie got before Luke broke free of Alex’s grip, landing on the ground just behind her and digging his hands into her ribs.

Julie squealed, arching her back, but only let her fingers falter on Reggie for a moment. Alex laughed and slipped off the couch, lightly scribbling one hand against Reggie’s nape and the other against Luke’s stomach. Julie pulled one hand away from Reggie to squeeze at Alex’s side, just because he wasn’t getting tickled enough. Luke seemed to like that idea, because he did the same, laughing even harder as Alex pulled away from both of them to curl up just like Reggie.

After that, the tickle fight tapered off bit by bit, until they all laid in a tangled pile on the old rug. Julie’s head rested on Alex’s stomach, his fingers absent-mindedly stroking through her hair. Luke’s head rested on her stomach, and Reggie was sprawled across his torso in a way that looked rather uncomfortable for the both of them, but neither seemed inclined to move.

“You probably need to tune again,” Julie murmured, staring at the ceiling with no desire to move. “The strings will have relaxed some by now.”

Reggie groaned, fumbling around until he found her hand to hold, the other grasping onto one of Alex’s. “I’ll do it later.”

Luke huffed. “Shut up, I’m trying to sleep.”

“You shut up,” Julie said.

“All of you shut up,” Alex said.

“Ready for the gig tomorrow?” Luke asked, as if he had not just told everyone to stop.

“Might need another round tomorrow,” Julie felt relaxed enough to admit. “I’ll let you know.”

Reggie laughed, squeezing her hand. Luke reached up and tweaked her leg, making her yip. Alex groaned, but she could hear the smile in his voice.

“Well, at least we can finally deal with your jitters ourselves, now.” Luke said.

“Watch it,” she said. “I can deal with yours, too.”

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laughterisorange · 6 months

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TICKLETOBER 2023

Prompt Day 15: Tickle Fight

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms (I freaking love this show)

Platonic, just the boys being boys in 1995, pre-show.

Summary: It’s been a couple weeks since Luke left home. It’s hard.

This is a tickle fic - don’t like, don’t read. Beware some slight angst at the start.

Fic Length: Tangerine

The Only Choice

Luke stumbled into the garage, eyes red and damp from crying. The hoodie he had on was bespeckled with raindrops and streak marks from the bushes behind his parents house. He had watched them for a while today through their large 3-pane window. His mother kept glancing out as if she sensed him there. As if he were a ghost.

It had only been a couple of weeks.

At first they had tried reaching out to him. Reached out to Reggie, and to his parents - which ended with a black eye for Reggie, as he would not tell his parents where Luke was. Luke didn’t want to be found. Being found meant giving up on the band. And that was a choice Luke wouldn’t make. If leaving home was what would allow Sunset Curve’s dream to be a reality, then that was it. There wasn’t a choice.

But running away… still hurt.

And it hurt more, when they stopped chasing.

Watching his mom from the bushes… He knew how much it was hurting her.

But he wouldn’t turn back.

He couldn’t do that.

But fuck, if it didn’t rip him apart.

He pulled open the doors, expecting it to be empty, with how early in the morning it was. He had stopped going to school with the boys anyway, as the school would have to contact his parents. Better to just be fully missing. He wasn’t really missing much anyway.

To his surprise, Bobby, Reggie and Alex were all in the garage, Alex pacing around, with Bobby and Reggie sitting on the couch. They looked up as he came in.

“Luke, thank god,” Bobby said, crossing quickly over, and giving Luke a hug. He pulled away, searching the boy’s face. “Where the hell have you been? I woke up this morning and you were gone.”

“We had no way to reach you, man,” Alex said. “Bobby called our landlines, panicking.”

“I’m just glad I picked up, and not my parents.” Reggie said, staring off at some invisible fear across the room.

“Sorry, guys. I didn’t mean to worry anyone.”

Bobby took a better look at Luke, hand still on his shoulder. “Went to your parents' place?”

Luke looked up at him, timid red eyes meeting Bobby’s brown ones before flicking away.

“Luke…”

“I’m fine. It’s fine,” he said, pushing past Bobby and into the center of the room. “You guys should, uh, you should be at school.”

Reggie spoke up from the couch, finally turning to face Luke. “We were worried about you dude.”

“Come on, guys - Bobby, you almost never see me in the mornings, it’s not that uncommon -”

“We’ve been worried about you,” Alex said. “For days.” He stepped closer to Luke. “Talk to us. Please.”

Luke’s eyes flicked over each of them, and he wetted his lips, his eyes burning again. “I’m fine,” He forced with a watery smile. “I-I just…” Tears slipped over the edges of his eyes. “I’m…”

Alex stepped forward, wrapping his arms around him.

Reggie and Bobby were next, joining the group hug as Luke cried.

“...It’s not like we ever got along super well…” Luke said wetly.

“But they're still your parents.” Alex said.

“And she’s still your mom,” Reggie whispered.

“It’s okay to be sad about it,” Bobby said. “None of us would judge you if -”

“No.” He was firm in his reply. “I want to be with you guys. I want to be in the band.” Luke's grip tightened on Alex’s hoodie. “I just wish there wasn’t a choice.”

“...Hopefully one day our folks can forgive the…choices… we make.” Alex said pointedly.

“I don’t think anyone can forgive Reggie’s choice to wear plaid 24/7, though.” Bobby chuckled.

“Excuse you, my plaid shirts are a staple.”

“Yeah, stapled to you.” Bobby tweaked Reggie’s hip where the shirt was tied, earning a yelp for his efforts. Reggie’s spasm knocked the group off balance, and they stumbled onto a heap on the couch with varying groans.

“Reggie, what the hell.” 

“Hey, Bobby tickled me!”

“Not my fault you’re so sensitive,” Bobby said, wiggling his fingers across Reggie’s exposed side.

“Hehehehey! Bohohobbehehey stohohop!” Reggie squirmed trying to get away, elbowing Alex.

“Hey, watch the flailing!”

“Yohohohou’re juhuhust as bahahahahad!” Reggie countered, practically shrieking as Bobby spidered on his stomach.

“Reggie, shhh, you’re gonna wake my parents~” Bobby intoned teasingly, knowing full well his parents had already left for work.

Luke rolled his eyes at their antics, a smile working its way onto his face. Alex noticed, and smirked at him evilly.

The smile dropped from Luke’s face so fast. “A-alex, I know what you’re thinking -”

“Yeah?” Alex feigned a questioning look “And what, exactly, am I thinking there Luke?”

“Dohohon’t even - dohohn’t -”

“I haven’t even raised my hands yet, Luke.” At that, Alex followed through on his statement, raising his hands up and wiggling them at Luke, who blushed furiously, pushing himself back and into the couch in an effort to get away. But instead of being smart, and getting up to run, he shrunk down until his own hoodie had rode up.

“Trying to become one with the floorboards?” Alex teased, his fingers descending on the poor boy’s ribs. High pitched cackles started from the singer, and Alex tried and failed to resist his own grin.

“AhahahaHAHAHAlehehEheHEx!”

“LuhuUHUHUHke~” He mocked back, beginning to laugh along with him.

Suddenly he felt a pair of hands squeezing at his hips, and he barked out his own laugh which dissolved into giggles, as Bobby and Reggie ganged up on the pair, Luke still at their mercy in addition to Alex.

Reggie tased up and down Alex’s sides, as Bobby squeezed Luke’s thighs, saying some shit about the “7 seas” which only made Luke laugh harder. “Plehehehease! Bohohohob- AH NOHOHAHAHA!” Bobby had hit a sweet spot, it seemed, Luke’s laughter reaching a new height and tears pricking his eyes for another reason entirely.

Though Luke was lost in his laughter, in the far reaches of his mind he had to admit - this was nice. Nice to let go of all his worries and stress came with upending your life and running away. Nice to remember they were still kids. Kids who could unwind, and be dorks together. Nice, to have a tickle fight, as surprising as that was. It was nice to be here, with his other family.

#julie and the phantoms #tickle fic #jatp fanfic #ticklish!Luke #ticklish!Reggie #ticklish!Alex #tickles #tickletober 2023 #tickletober #jatp #luke jatp #reggie jatp #alex jatp #bobby jatp #reggie peters #alex mercer #luke patterson

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panicatthesocialmedia · 2 years

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The thing I’ve realised by consuming the Neil Gaimen shows is, that I’ve been so starved of queer content that I need everyone to kiss/fuck(/kill) in order to make it feel canon in my tiny little blorbo written brain. ( I do know ace is a real thing don’t add me)

But to be fair love is not just about kiss/fuck(/kill) it’s so much more…

Mythological figures don’t at all have to be at all sexually active in own fantasies (except the rapist Zeus maybe, and maybe Poseidon who definitely has something going with everything water, and Apollo and Dionysos ok fuck… stop rambling and contradicting your own thoughts), they love as deeply as any being.. maybe even more intense, given the ever existing part of it all… .

What I'm trying to say is that:

for it to be queer content sex does not have to happen, but my brain is so starved of queer content that it tells me it is necessary.

I've always thought about mythical beings as these ace people, bc after all their human form is only to present to us and not their actual form

I'm very dumb pls don't share this

#good omens #sandman #go watch the shit out of these shows #go consume the original content #go be queer and watch queer content #fuck straight people #scream from the top of your lungs that you need season to of jatp and first kill #eat the gay pirate show while your at it #keep the stupid h siblings causing the apocalypse in your mind #love Eddie Munson and his girlfriend Steve #make the media queer #be queer #if ya all share this I will stab a pencil through your patella and then shove it into your eardrum so it tickles or pierces through brain #I will eat you alive #I will haunt you till the end of day #and I might yeet myself of a cliff on holiday to shock you all and cry under my weighted blanket till I go into coffin sleep mode

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doverstar · 1 year

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don't think I'll ever get over how tickled I was watching JATP for the first time during Edge of Great and how Luke kept expecting Julie to interact with him in that special way during the song and she was trying so hard not to and they had him so intentionally want it and notice it not happening and keep trying to get it. like I think about that all the time. it was so juicy. so fun to be in agony for their lil teenage romance during one song in her driveway. Perfect Harmony was nice but. I need more delicious experiences like that in shows

#I truly do remember it often #sometimes at random #what a good way to do that scene #what a good way to show 'teenage girl tries to go cold turkey on showing her crush attention'#what a good way to show 'teenage boy notices lack of attention from pretty girl and insists on getting it back'#jatp #julie and the phantoms #julie and the himbos #julie molina #luke patterson #julie and luke #juke #julie x luke #luke x julie #JATP #netflix #opinion piece #doverstar's thoughts

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websterss · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 — 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: Hi!! So I've seen your account recently and I really would like you to write jatp luke Patterson x reader, when the Reader is always so goofy and childish. So they are sick like they have a very bad fever, and they are very weak and Luke takes care of them, and maybe sings a lullaby to help them sleep by singing to them and rocking them please.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): um cussing mostly, and fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 985

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Luke Patterson x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! This is my shortest story omg. I am fully recovered from having the flu this past week, so I’m trying to get back into my writing, but it’s still a slow process for me, because I was really drained of energy for a week, so be patience with me lovelies. ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“Y/n, I know you’re in there!” Rapid thuds against your window can be heard. The loudness that vibrates through the window shook through your body. You pull the duvet over your head to hopefully muffle the sounds of your annoying friend.

“Come on, let me in!”

“Goaway.” You muffle yelled. Though to your annoyance, it simply slipped your mind that Luke has the ability to poof in and out of places. Perks of being a ghost. “No. I wanna be at peace!” You whine as you sense his presence before you.

“Hello to you too, sunshine.”

“Goaway.” Your voice muffled under your blanket.

“Can’t do that. Julie specifically told me to come and help you around the house since she’s at school.”

“Why!” You kick out the duvet off you. Moving around frantically, part tantrum. “I don’t need a ghost. I need a goddamn miracle-“ You stop feeling clogged up air in your chest causing you to cough. “God I hate being sick.”

“Do you need anything?” Luke walked over, pressing the back of his hand against your warm tempered forehead. “No fever.”

“I just wanna sleep honestly.” You sigh heavily. Turning your head to meet his eyes. “I have this massive migraine that I’ve been trying to cure with ibuprofen for the last couple days, but I stopped because I’m scared of growing an addiction.” You muster a grin, finding the bit hilarious. “Then there’s my congested nose, trying to breathe has been a bitch. I keep waking up in the middle of the night in coughing fits because my lungs can’t get any air.”

“You gotta tell your lungs to work man!”

“I’m trying!” You laugh, heaving a slight bit then feeling the urge to cough again. “This sucks. I don’t even know how I got sick. It’s like all my energy just got drained right out of me. It’s ruined my whole week.” You let your arms fall in defeat by your sides. “I’m sorry, Luke. I know I said I’d be there for the band’s rehearsals but— I barely have the energy to get out of bed these days.” A faint smile paints your face.

“Hey, don’t sweat it okay. Rehearsals will still be there for you to watch after you get better alright? Besides, we can always record what you’ve missed.” Luke sat on the edge next to you. His comfort dissolves the aches and pain that run through your entire system. The mere thought of knowing someone wanting to look after you, gave you hope for a full recovery sooner rather than later. “Though you’re not missing much honestly.”

“Only my social life.” You dismissed passively. “Can’t believe I’m stuck here and you guys are making music. Unfair.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better-” He pointed at your side, activating your flight or fight response. You laughed moving away from his hands, never one to enjoy being tickled. “We’re not really having much luck with coming up with new songs.”

“Now that I found it hard to believe.”

“No seriously, it’s like we ran out of inspiration.”

“Oh come on! You guys seriously haven’t written anything while I’ve been at home sick?”

Luke shrugged. “We’re all missing our muse…” He reached forward to boop you on the nose.

“Please, I’m no muse.” You half heartedly laugh.

“Maybe not the guys, but definitely mine.” He nodded surely.

“Well then, I’m honored.” You reach forward and take a hold of his hand. Twiddling with his fingers. Intertwining and untwining your hand with his. “Any chance I can hear something?” You batted your eyes playfully. A pout full on display. “Would you sing for a poor sick girl?” You force a cough out of your mouth. “A sneak peek of what’s to come?”

“You sure know how to persuade a guy.” Luke smirked.

“What can I say–“ You cough again. “I’m pretty convincing.” Your eyes crinkle, a sleepy haze falls over your tired form.

“Alright sleepy head, I’ll give you something.” He brought his hand up to lightly brush away some flyaway hairs from your eyes. His touch softly lingering. Soothing the slight ache that didn’t want to go away.

“What’s it–“ You yawn big. “called?”

“Well, Julie, the guys, and I haven’t really settled on a name yet, but I think we’re inching closer with Those Eyes.”

“It sounds nice…” You adjust yourself into the bed. Bring the covers up to your chest. The thing about having the flu was that you had the tendency to get shivers here and there, other times hot spells causing you to kick off the covers. A continuous back and forth situation. Right now you were just simply feeling cold.

“It does. It’s a little slower than any of our other songs, but I think it’ll be a nice touch to the album.”

“Let’s hear it, rockstar.” You hummed. Placing your hands flat over your covered stomach.

“Give me a second.” Luke scoffed humorously. He began making a rhythmic beat on his jean clad thigh, head slowly bobbing as he tried to find his pitch. He took a deep breath and began singing.

“Cause all of the small…things that you do…are what remind me why I fell for you...” His smile grew seeing you start to slip into a deep slumber. Your breathing evening out and becoming slower. He leaned forward, letting his hands caress the side of your cheek gently. His heart fluttering as you subconsciously leaned into his touch. “and when we're apart, and I'm missing you. I close my eyes and all I see is you...and the small things you do.” He leaned back and watched you sleep. His favorite pastime, knowing you were getting rest, and at peace in the comfort of your bedroom. “Sweet dreams, peaches.” Then he was gone in a poof. Silence filling the space, and your sleep unbothered.

#luke patterson #luke patterson imagines #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson imagine #luke patterson x fem!reader #jatp luke patterson #my gif #writings by juls

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innytoes · 8 months

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Leverage + JATP crossover AU?? Like. Imagine Eliot and Sophie specifically having to deal with Caleb Covington

-I am so tickled by this idea. Like, they didn't even die, they're still alive. Like, you know that if ghosts were real, at least Sophie and Eliot would know. Parker too, but she's just like: um what's the big deal? They're just people who died. They're still awkward to talk to. (She is pissed about the whole, they can walk through walls and don't set off alarms thing, but then she realises they can't actually steal stuff so it's fine.)

-Parker has 100% heard someone skateboarding through an empty museum while she was stealing a painting, and just been like: that's none of my business.

-Nate never knew about the ghosts because everyone who did agreed it would send him off the deep end trying to get his son back.

-Somehow, Sophie got into the club (as a guest while grifting) and somehow managed to avoid the whole 'Caleb steals your soul' thing and he's still mad about it.

-You know she 100% enjoyed the show, though. She was sad she had to slip out to finish her whole grift before midnight.

-Eliot knows about Area 51/52, he knows about the Ghosts, okay. Moreau 100% had dealings with Caleb. Eliot totally had a stare off with Caleb's Chair Twink. No he will not have anything to drink, he's bodyguarding and also his Granny taught him better than to accept food or drink from what may or may not be one of the Fair Folk.

-Hardison is NOT OKAY when he learns about the ghosts. He is even less okay when he realises the others all KNEW.

-Breanna is just super stoked that the Phantoms in Julie and the Phantoms are real ghosts.

-Things hit the fan when they realise Caleb Covington owns the soul of Willie. Either Sophie or Eliot recognises him in an old photo album Nana was showing the team (much to Hardison's embarrassment because she was showing them his old tween pictures).

-Because Willie was one of Nana's foster kids. He was only with her for a few months before he got hit by that car, but he was One of Theirs and the fact that his soul is trapped is Not Okay.

-Let's go steal back a Willie.

#julie and the phantoms #leverage #terrible crossovers are my brand #I wrote a thing #AUs are awesome #they use Sophie as bait #Harry meanwhile is 1000% there as Sophie's evil lawyer trying to get her 'the best deal' in selling her soul #Caleb is impressed and kind of wants his soul too #halfway through Alex and the band crash their plan and then they realise that the Magic Hug thing works and they switch things up #Breanna is super stoked to get to meet Julie and has to be told to FOCUS #listen there's not much hacking for her to do Caleb is oldschool he is literally 1920s pre computer Old #they all live/not live happily ever after #willie as nana's foster kid is something that can be SO PERSONAL

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legolasghosty · 2 months

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I Belong in Your Arms

Happy JATP Feb Fan Fest day!!!! This is my gift for @interestinglittlerelationship! Hope you enjoy! (Also sorry I'm a bit late!)

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Relationship - Willex Rating - Teen Additional Tags - Foster Care AU, Friends to lovers (mainly friends at this point), hurt/comfort, heavy on the comfort!

Summary -

Alex takes a right at the prompting of his phone and spots the hanging sign for Bohemia Roast. A grin spreads across his face when he spots a familiar figure lounging on a table just outside the cafe. He debates trying to sneak up on them for a second, but decides against it. The accidental elbow he got to the ribs last time he tried makes a solid case against it. “Willie!” he calls out instead, tucking his phone into his pocket. Willie looks up and Alex can see the exact moment he spots him, because his whole face lights up. Alex is still a good ten feet away when Willie rushes him, nearly bowling them both over onto the sidewalk with the force of his hug. Alex squeezes them back just as tightly. It’s been way too long since they’ve actually seen each other in person.

Read Here on AO3, or read the whole fic below the cut!

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Alex hurries to the front of the bus, shooting a quick smile and a “Thank you” to the driver before stepping off onto the sidewalk. He’s 99% sure this is the right stop. Well. Okay, more like 64% sure, but that’s just the anxiety talking. His phone buzzes in his hand, telling him to go left. If Google can be trusted, his destination is only a five-minute walk away.

He turns and starts down the sidewalk. The sun is bright above him, even though it’s the middle of October. He ducks around a young couple taking pictures with some celebrity impersonator with a flashy white wig. Seriously? He hadn’t realized that was still a thing that happened outside of theme parks. Though maybe Hollywood is a bit like a theme park. It would explain a thing or two.

“Willie!” he calls out instead, tucking his phone into his pocket.

Willie looks up and Alex can see the exact moment he spots him, because his whole face lights up. Alex is still a good ten feet away when Willie rushes him, nearly bowling them both over onto the sidewalk with the force of his hug. Alex squeezes them back just as tightly. It’s been way too long since they’ve actually seen each other in person.

“Your hair’s longer,” Alex mumbles without letting go, those same strands tickling his nose.

“You still have this hoodie,” Willie responds, his fingers tugging on the pink fabric.

“Someone told me pink was my color,” Alex snarks.

“That person must be a genius,” Willie says, chuckling. “I missed you,” he adds a moment later.

“I missed you too.”

Alex doesn’t bother saying more than that, not yet. Right now, he can just soak up Willie’s warmth and familiar presence. Sure, Willie’s hair is a bit longer, and Alex is taller than him now, but they’re still the same people they were a few years ago when they met. And even though they haven’t seen each other all that often since Alex got moved out of the group home after a couple of weeks, they’ve still been in each others’ corners ever since that first night.

Eventually, Willie relaxes a bit and Alex pulls back. “So,” Willie starts with a smirk, “what brings you to Hollywood?”

“Oh, all the famous people,” Alex jokes. “I think I even saw Marilyn Monroe back there.”

“Wow, de-aging technology has gotten so fancy,” Willie retorts with a laugh. “Hasn’t she been dead for like… a while?”

Alex shrugs, faining innocence. “I’m just telling you what I saw.”

Willie stares at him for a second before they both burst into giggles. It feels good, laughing with Willie again. In person, not over the phone.

“Come on, you have got to try this place’s iced teas,” Willie declares.

Alex just grins as Willie grabs his hand and pulls him into the little cafe. The interior is warm and cozy, lit largely by the sunlight that streams in through the front windows. Shelves along one wall hold a mix of plants and in-house coffee blends. The rest of the space is taken up by stools and tables, along with a couple of couches. The place is just the right level of loud, enough that Alex can feel the life flowing around him but not enough that he feels the need to shout.

“Okay I know I said tea,” Willie says as they approach the counter, “but no pressure there. What do you want?”

Alex inhales the scent of fresh coffee. It smells great… for another time. “No I think I’m with you in the tea club today,” he responds. “Dan and Judy are nice and all, but I swear coffee is the only thing they drink. Period. I haven’t had a decent iced tea in like six months.”

Willie nods. “Makes sense, they sound like coffee people.” They glance up at the menu board. “I was going to try the passion fruit one this time, but the strawberry citrus I had last time was sick.”

“I’ll trust your judgment,” Alex agrees, swinging their still joined hands back and forth a bit. “Hasn’t steered me wrong yet.” He pauses, thinking. “Well, okay, except for that sushi thing. And Thor whatever number the last one was. And that dog that-”

“Hey, that last one is Google’s doing,” Willie protests, cutting him off. “I just gave you what the top search result was.”

“Yeah and then I got bit by a freaking lapdog,” Alex retorts, a laugh bubbling up behind his words.

“Wow, ‘freaking’?” Willie teases back. “Someone’s working on their language.”

Alex groans and drops his forehead down on their shoulder. “Dan and Judy blow a gasket whenever I say anything even remotely connected to a swear word,” he explains. “Like, come on, if you’re gonna be foster parents, you’ve got to be able to manage kids that come from homes where swearing is a thing.”

Willie winces sympathetically. “That’s rough, dude. You should leave them a nasty review on Rate My Foster Parent.”

“That’s not a real site,” Alex mumbles, but a smile is starting to pull at his lips again.

“But it could be,” Willie counters.

Alex rolls his eyes, then smirks. “Oh but how would lovely individuals like Ms. Hannigan ever stay in business then?” he retorts.

Willie shudders. “All the more reason for it to be a thing,” they decide. “I had to watch the 2014 Annie way too many times with Lydia while I was with the Bennets.”

“You have a point,” Alex concedes as the person in front of them finishes ordering and steps away.

“What can I get for y’all?” the woman behind the counter asks with a friendly smile.

“I think we’re in the market for iced tea,” Willie responds.

He mirrors the barista’s grin, but it’s not the same as the easy one he’d been wearing a moment ago. It’s a bit tighter around the edges, lips closer together and fewer crinkles around his eyes. Alex is familiar with having different smiles for different situations of course, he probably has half a dozen himself. And Willie’s “I’m being polite” smile isn’t nearly as distinctive as it was three years ago when they met, which is a good sign. But still, Alex wishes he could lift some of the weight that pulls at their face when they’re pretending to be happy, but not sure if they’re allowed to exist.

“And you said the strawberry citrus, right?”

Alex starts, realizing he zoned out for a second. “Yeah, that one,” he tells Willie. He gets a glimpse of the real smile again at that. It makes him feel all light inside, just like it always has.

Willie finishes ordering and reaches for his wallet.

“No it’s cool, I got it,” Alex says, hand slipping into his own pocket.

“Nah, Caleb gave me an allowance for this kind of stuff,” Willie responds, pulling out a $10 bill. “I think he’s trying to teach me financial responsibility or something.”

Alex shoots him a questioning glance. Willie’s eyes say, talk about it later. So Alex lets it go and just drops a $1 in the tip jar. The woman tells them it will be right out, so they head over to the other end of the counter. Alex leans back against one of the tall tables to wait.

He’s a bit startled a moment later by a warm arm pressing against his own. He glances over to see Willie almost leaning on him, arms folded protectively and eyes fixed on the people behind the counter. Alex can’t help but remember all the times Willie grabbed his hand or pressed their feet together under the table or wrapped him in a hug back when they were in the same foster home. It had been nice back then, but 13-year-old Alex hadn’t considered why that was Willie’s first instinct for helping him. Heck, he hadn’t even heard of love languages till around a year ago.

Alex hesitates, then wraps his arm loosely around Willie’s shoulders. They don’t pull away, to Alex’s relief. Instead, Willie edges a bit closer, shoulders relaxing a little. Alex fights the urge to brush his lips against their cheek, just to see if that would make the real smile come back faster.

Neither of them stirs for a few minutes. The cafe continues to move around them but it doesn’t touch them. They just stay in their little bubble as they wait for their teas. They could be talking, but it’s nice to be quiet every once in a while with someone you love.

Eventually someone calls Willie’s name and slides their drinks across the counter. Willie darts forward, grabs the cups, and is back in front of Alex within moments. “Inside or outside?” he asks, grinning.

Alex glances out the window. “It’s still warm enough for outside,” he decides, taking his cup and grabbing Willie’s now-free hand.

“I don’t know, you might catch a chill, white boy,” Willie teases, following him out to the table where he’d been waiting earlier.

“Eh maybe I won’t get yelled at for not going to church on Sunday then,” Alex jokes.

Willie frowns and Alex regrets his words. “They shouldn’t be yelling at you,” Willie points out softly. “Especially not for that.”

Alex shrugs. “Yeah, they shouldn’t,” he agrees. “But there’s not much I can do about it.”

Willie nods and squeezes his hand. They have to let go of each other as they sit down on either side of a small, wooden table, but Alex brushes his toes against Willie’s, just to keep the contact he knows is nice for them both.

“So, tell me all about-” Alex sets down his cup to throw up some jazz hands, “-Caleb Covington?”

Willie giggles. “Yep I guess that is how I text about him, isn’t it,” they remark.

“There are sparkles around his name like every other time,” Alex confirms, laughing.

“And I stand by it,” Willie states. “This guy is very extra. But… not in a bad way? I don’t think?”

Alex leans forward, resting his elbows on the table to listen. “I mean he did give you coffee money,” he points out. “Isn’t that stuff supposed to stunt your growth or something?”

“If I didn’t already know that was a myth, I’d believe it now,” Willie responds. “I swear Caleb drinks like half a pot of the stuff with breakfast and he’s like six-three or something.”

Alex laughs. “So what you’re saying is that you need something else to blame for being shorter than me now?”

“Guess so,” Willie says, nodding. They don’t say anything else for a moment and Alex waits, knowing by now that sometimes they just need a minute to collect their thoughts. “He’s cool so far,” Willie says finally, a bit softer than before. “And he’s gay, which is nice. I haven’t met his boyfriend yet, but he sounds chill from what Caleb says.”

“That’s great, Wills,” Alex remarks, offering an encouraging smile.

“Yeah, he’s like the chillest foster parent I’ve ever had with all that,” Willie agrees. “He even… um… he mentioned we might even be able to get the legal stuff squared away so I can start HRT if everything goes okay with the GP next month.”

Alex can’t help the surprised laugh that escapes him. “Willie, that’s awesome!” he declares, grabbing Willie’s hand again. “You’ve been wanting that for like… ever.”

Willie nods and offers a hopeful smile. “Well cross your fingers for me,” they answer. “I mean… I don’t know if I’ll last long enough for that to actually happen.”

Alex immediately reaches across the table and latches onto their other hand as well, making Willie look up at him. “Hey, no,” Alex says quietly. “No blaming yourself for any of that. It’s not on you to make yourself this perfect kid that fits with all the random expectations of stupid white people. They knew they weren’t going to get perfect kids when they registered to be foster parents. Heck, they signed up for not-perfect kids when they decided they wanted to have any kids at all. Other peoples’ bad choices and reactions aren’t your fault.”

Willie bites his lip but nods again. “Yeah. I know that,” he says. Alex isn’t fully convinced, but he doesn’t push it. “It just sucks that I’m the one who gets screwed up after.”

“Yeah, it does.” Alex squeezes Willie’s hands, then lets go of one to take a sip of his tea. “Oh dang, this is awesome,” he remarks.

Willie grins, not all the way but close enough to make Alex feel fluttery. “Right? I don’t know what kind of crack they put in these, but it’s seriously addictive.”

“Yes,” Alex responds, pointing at him before taking another swallow. “How’s yours?”

“Sick,” Willie says. He sips at his drink again, then adds, “Caleb apparently comes here a lot. It’s not that far from where he works so he’ll come here on lunch breaks or something sometimes?”

“I probably would too if I was close enough,” Alex admits.

“Same. But he brought me here like the day after I moved in, something about serious conversations requiring caffeine. But said ‘serious conversations’ were all like… what kind of breakfast food do I like? And favorite movies? And allergies, even though I’m pretty sure that’s already in my file or whatever?”

“Sounds like my level of serious conversation,” Alex says, chuckling. “But I think I’m starting to see what you meant before about him being extra…”

Willie laughs. “Yeah, he’s just like that I guess. I mean he runs this fancy club place on Sunset Boulevard, so I guess it checks out. The place kinda sounds like an old speak-easy sometimes from how he talks about it.”

“Good think alcohol isn’t illegal anymore then,” Alex jokes.

“Man, I don’t think he’d get caught even if it was,” Willie responds. “He’s like scarily good at talking people into things. These couple of missionary dudes showed up at our door last week and I’m pretty sure Caleb had them questioning their own fancy book by the time they left.”

Alex smirks. “Serves them right.” He falls silent for a moment, sipping his drink. “So you like it there?” he asks.

Willie bites his lip again and nods. “Yeah, I do. And I’m scared I’m gonna mess it up. That I’ll drive him away.”

Alex laces their fingers together a little more securely. “Well whatever happens, I’ll still follow you,” he promises, just like he has dozens of times over the last few years.

Willie smiles, a bit shaky but so real and honest that it makes Alex’s face warm in its glow. “You too,” they reply easily. “We’ll figure it out.”

“One day at a time,” Alex finishes.

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invisibleraven · 2 years

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Prompt!! "Don't you dare fucking let go" jatp sweet tarts

Spending his Friday evening at a high society function was not Reggie's idea of a good time, but he was a good boyfriend, and Carrie had asked, so here he was. He tugged at the tight collar of his shirt as they entered the ballroom, already feeling choked by the tie, let alone the stifling judgement of the upper crust.

Carrie was ready to go mingle, but he tugged her by her hand back to his side, hissing quietly "Don't you dare fucking let go."

Carrie stopped at that, note the bead of sweat rolling down his forehead the panicked look on his eyes, and then let a large smile break across her face, and leaned in. "I won't let go Jack, I promise, I'll never let go "

Reggie snorted a laugh, trying to look aghast, but couldn't help it when the giggle escaped. "Carrie did you just fucking Titanic me?"

"Might have. Now come on, I promise this party won't be nearly as disastrous as that."

With that Carrie pulled him towards her gaggle of friends, the pack of them exchanging backbiting comments and criticisms towards each other and the other guests milling around the floor. Reggie kept out of that, but did snag two flutes of champagne, letting the bubbles tickle his nose as he sipped the drink.

An hour in and Reggie was decidedly bored. He didn't care to engage in gossip, and most of the older guests just looked down their noses at him when they found out he was a mere musician. The food was limited to tiny canapes on trays, and the drinks were too alcoholic for Reggie to chance having more than two lest he get sloshed.

"Hey handsome, having fun?" Carrie asked as she passed him a mini quiche.

"You know I'm not, but I'm glad you are," Reggie replied, stuffed the quiche I to his mouth, lamenting that it was a veggie one. Look, he loved Carrie, fully supported her vegan lifestyle but he liked meat, dairy... flavour. None of which the cardboard textured food here tonight had.

"Well the dancing is starting soon. Once we get through a waltz or two, we can go."

"You promise?"

"Yeah, these heels are killing me, so one dance and we can cut and run. Even get a pizza on the way home."

"I fucking love you."

Thankfully it wasn't long before the strains of a waltz were filling the air, and Reggie grinned before standing and offering Carrie his hand, twirling her around the floor. This might not be his scene, but he had ex give him some dance lessons so he could show some flair on the dance floor, or at least not embarrass Carrie completely.

Once the dance was over, Reggie turned his best puppy dog eyes in Carrie and she sighed, rolling her eyes, but nodded towards the door, suppressing a laugh as he all but pulled her towards their car. Nor did she complain when she was able to toss her uncomfortable heels into the backseat.

Later, in his comfiest sweats, full of pizza and with Carrie dozing on him, Reggie let Titanic play on though he could feel himself fighting not to join Carrie in slumber. But even then, he couldn't help mumble along with the movie, he truly was the king of the world.

#filled prompts #ficlet #jatp sweet tarts #julie and the phantoms

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jmrothwell · 2 years

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Chaos prompt 44 feels like a Luke x Reggie interaction, either platonic or romantic, your choice!

44. You tried, buddy.

Luke sighed from where he sat on the swings. He didn’t mean to derail their walk like he had when he’d mindlessly done a pull up on the swing sets frame. It was just there, so he did and kept walking assuming Reggie had continued with him.

He was wrong. At this point Luke was honestly not sure if he should be impressed or not as Reggie struggled beside him. The boy had managed to get about a quarter of the way up and just hung there.

“It’s ok. You tried, buddy.” Luke patted the back of one of Reggie’s calves “If anything it’s amazing you’ve held on this long. Not many people can just dead hang like that.”

“Noo” Reggie managed between gritted teeth. “You can not be that much stronger than me.”

Luke exhaled as he gazed up to the sky. He had no idea how much time had passed. However, they had already been pressing their luck time wise. So now they were definitely at risk of being late for rehearsal. Luke eyed Reggie again contemplating how to get him to stop.

Luke smirked as an idea came to him. He slid the hand patting Reggies calf up to the boy’s knee. Reggie squeaked, “Wha’re you doin?”

“Nothing.” Luke snickered as he started to lightly tickle behind Reggie’s knee.

“Dude.” Reggie kicked out, nearly catching Luke’s chin, “Stop.”

Reggie seriously couldn’t hold on much longer right? Luke returned to tickling the knee, and sure enough it didn’t take long for Reggie to lose composure as well as his grip and to fall into a pile. Although he managed to catch Luke with his flailing leg and dragged him to the ground as well.

“You’re an ass.” Reggie groaned as he sat up and rotated his shoulders.

Luke laughed, and flashed Reggie a smile. The bassist was pouting. Luke shifted his position to wrap an arm around him, “Aah, you know you love me.”

Reggie rolled his eyes. Luke much preferred when he was smiling, and wondered if he could coax one out of him. He lightly poked his cheek. Reggie swatted the hand away. So Luke moved to poke him in the rib’s. Reggie retaliated full force.

Luke found himself squirming fighting back laughter as Reggie tickled his ribs. His protests were met with snark and sass. They were definitely late for rehearsal no.

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(it ended up a little short but I hope you like it all the same. ^_^)

Chaos Writing Prompt

JATP Fanfic Masterlist

#jatp fic #jatp fanfic #reggie peters #luke patterson

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story-courty · 2 years

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3, 6, and 8 please for the Writer Ask Game 🙃

3. Is there any trope/scene you've been wanting to write?

I'd love to tackle the "enemies to friends to lovers" trope someday. I've had an idea cooking for a bit, and now that camp is fresh on my mind, playing with it would be a complete BLAST! There's also a scene involving an overturned kayak and a first kiss that I'm excited to tackle as well!

6. What character(s) do you find it most difficult to write?

If we're talking JatP (which is the only 'verse I'm writing in right now), I'd have to say Alex. Fanon has him as the emotionally stable, mature one out of the guys, and while that's all well and good, it doesn't translate well in Courty's brain when it comes to canon. When I watch the show, that's not the impression I get, and I tend to write him how I see him in the show rather than fanon.

8. Which fic or hc do you feel most proud of?

Oh man, tough call.

I'm going to cheat and pick two.

Midnights at Mona's is quite honestly (once it's finished) going to be my magnum opus for a bit. It's the longest story I've ever written, I'm crazy about the characters and their growth, and I'm SO excited to show everyone where it's headed from here! Add to that the fact that I got to also write in the 'verse that made me love the written word in the first place (Heartland), and I'm TICKLED that this idea ran through my head all those months ago!

Another one I'm desperately proud of is Fall Where They May. That little fic was NOT supposed to happen the way it did, but I think it's the one that is nearest and dearest to my heart. With MaM I at least had a direction. Fall Where They May happened off the top of my head as the story progressed, and I do feel it's the most poignant one I've written. Love and forgiveness in the midst of a hardship like an unplanned pregnancy, and two people figuring things out as they go along... I don't know. I guess I hope my story can give hope to someone who finds themself in a similar situation and can show them that just because they've been thrown a MASSIVE curveball in life that they can still find joy and fulfill whatever dreams they have!

Thanks for the asks!

Send me writer asks!

#mac-lilly asks #courty answers #writer asks #ask game

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pink-flame · 2 years

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4 and 19 have tickled my fancy!

4. Do you have any OCs? Do you have a story for them?

I have some original fiction I've worked on for years on and off but I don't feel like it's at a point I'm ready to talk about them yet. When it comes to my fics my notable characters would be:

Josie - Julie's older cousin, Victoria's daughter, named for Josie and the Pussycats from the 2000s movie. Doesn't like labels but definitely has a thing for...

Sammi - Reggie's younger (older) sister, runs a bakery, brings croissants to a confrontation 😂

Queenie - Carrie's mom, Bobby's girlfriend/wife, pop star, producer, reputation as heartless but actually sweet and wise underneath all of the bravado

I also have one coming up in my jatp/stranger things fic who may or may not be a librarian 👀

19. Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

Oooh, oooh for once I actually have way too many works in progress! I'll give two because I can't pick. And they are long snippets because I love you guys.

WIP 1:

As soon as her dad was out of earshot, Carlos was turning to her with a smirk that left reality rushing back in.

“Ugh, I knew you helping me was too good to be true,” Julie sighed preemptively, not needing to hear what he had to say to know it was a complication she would now have to deal with.

Carlos pointed at himself in fake shock.

“Who me? We really are going to have sibling bonding time. At your Halloween party.”

Julie sagged in her chair, an even deeper sigh working its way out of her as she resigned herself to her fate.

“How did you know about that?”

Carlos folded his arms and scoffed as though it was a ridiculous question.

“I’m a genius, of course I know everything you’re thinking before you think it.”

Julie raised an eyebrow and tilted her head skeptically.

“Also our walls are thin and Flynn is very loud,” Carlos admitted.

WIP 2:

Peter followed the feeling with his eyes as it tugged his attention towards the house beside him, let it draw his gaze up and up until it landed on the second floor window there.

Peter stiffened, the realization of just whose bedroom that window led to washing over him in a rush of dread that fought the warm tingle for dominance leaving him nearly dizzy with conflicting feelings.

He had come back to his universe so determined, so committed, so ready to do better not just as Spider-Man but as Peter Parker too.

After talking to the therapist, he had even…he had even thought he might be ready to consider the possibility of falling in love again.

Just consider.

Because he knew…she…would want that.

Because deep down he knew that he wanted that too.

But there was one thing he knew he didn’t want, could never want, and that was to find love with one very specific person.

When he had talked to the kid on the roof he had told him that he lost…her…no, he lost Gwen.

And he had called her “his MJ”.

And that was true for him, true in all the ways that mattered.

But it was also a lie, a lie that had burned his mouth even as he said it with terrible possibility.

Because his universe did have an MJ.

And she used to be his neighbor, used to live in this house, beyond that window.

Peter stared up at the window for a long, breathless moment, his eyes searching for something he didn’t want to see but all he found was darkness. In fact the entire house was dark, the dilapidated porch looking just as abandoned as always. She wasn’t there. Why would she be? As far as he knew she hadn’t been home once since they graduated from high school.

Not for her dad’s funeral.

Not for Gwen’s.

He released a shaky sigh before forcing his gaze away from the house and back towards his original destination, back towards Aunt May and his hope for the future.

Because he was going to do better, he was.

He might even fall in love again. Someday. With someone.

Just not MJ Watson.

Thanks for the ask!

Send me a writing ask.

#answered ask #ask games #writing

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august-anon · 2 years

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I finished this (and a SEQUEL) months ago but couldn’t post it because i was working on the OFMD TFB AU and i wanted it to list as my 200th fic on ao3 lol. But now, I’m free to post whatever I want whenever I want! So here is a fic lol

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Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Ship(s): Gen (hints of Juke)

Characters (lee/ler): Julie, Switch!Luke, Alex, Reggie

Word Count: 1216 words

Summary: Julie is nervous before a gig. The guys show her what they used to do when they would get nervous.

[ao3 link]

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Julie shook out her hands, pacing back and forth in the empty space near the front of the studio. She could feel the guys’ eyes trailing after her but paid them no mind, trying to focus on controlling her breathing and slowing her heart.

“Is anyone else getting dizzy?” Reggie asked. Then, after a moment of silence where Julie assumed Alex and Luke gave him a look, he continued with a confused, “What?”

“Julie,” Alex called, his voice gentle. “Maybe you wanna sit down?”

Julie whirled to glare at him. “No, I don’t wanna sit down! How are you guys not nervous, right now?”

Luke scoffed. “Of course we’re nervous.”

Julie rolled her eyes, crossing her arms defensively in front of her chest. “Yeah, I’m really feeling the frantic energy, right now.”

Reggie raised his hand. “I’m nervous!”

Alex shifted forward on the couch, sitting on the very edge of it. “Honestly, I’m still terrified before every gig, no matter how many times we’ve gotten up on that stage.”

Luke walked toward her, his expression softening. Julie wished he was alive, that he wasn’t just air, so she could reach out and soak in the comfort of his touch.

“Everyone gets nervous before a gig, Julie,” he said, his voice low. “That part never goes away. But you learn how to deal with it, how to use it, even.” He smiled at her. “You’ll get there in no time.”

“Too bad we can’t touch you,” Reggie called out from where he’d sprawled himself on a chair. “We could show you how we always got Alex to relax, when he used to get like this.”

Julie furrowed her brow, dropping her defensive pose. “What?”

Alex gave an awkward laugh. “Yeah, I don’t think Julie needs to hear about that.”

A sly grin made its way onto Luke’s lips, and he winked at her before turning around to face Reggie and Alex. “Come on, man,” he said. “You said you were terrified, maybe it’ll help you out!”

Alex’s eyes went wide and Julie watched as his entire body went tense, like he was preparing to run. Reggie perked up with interest, sitting up and swinging his legs off the arm of the chair to settle on the ground.

“I was just trying to make Julie feel better!” Alex insisted, but the protest sounded weak even to Julie’s ears. “I feel fine, I promise!”

Reggie leaned forward. “Are you sure? Maybe if we show her, she can ask for Flynn’s help next time.”

“Yeah, come on, Alex,” Luke said, his voice light and teasing. “Don’t you wanna help Julie?”

Alex whined. “Why does it have to be me?”

Luke shrugged. “Cuz you’re an easy target.”

Julie flinched back as Luke shot towards Alex, who yelped and practically flew off the couch. Reggie laughed and jumped up from his chair, but was quickly barrelled over by the chase. Julie took a step back as the guys started wrestling on the ground. They may not be able to touch, but it was still weird when she passed through them, for all parties.

“Come on, Alex!” Luke said, laughing. “We all know you don’t actually care.”

Reggie laughed, too, shooting Julie a glance. “Well, not all of us.”

“Be quiet,” Alex grunted out, trying to fight the two of them off. “Don’t you dare—Ah!!”

Julie buried a grin as she watched Luke tackle Alex to the ground, draping his torso across Alex’s chest while he wrestled for Alex’s hands. Reggie tossed himself over Alex’s thighs, doing his best to help with… whatever this was.

“Reggie!” Luke called. “Get him!”

“Reggie, wait!”

Alex burst out in laughter, kicking and scrabbling his feet against the floor. Julie frowned, stepping closer to try and see what was going on between the tangle of writhing bodies and flying limbs. Julie couldn’t help but giggle herself when she saw what was making Alex shriek and sputter.

Reggie’s fingers were dancing across Alex’s sides and stomach, wiggling and kneading and scratching in ways that made Julie’s own tickle spots tingle in sympathy. It was clear that this was something that used to happen often, with the way Reggie never hesitated or paused. He seemed to know instinctively just how to send Alex cackling, and it was clearly working.

Luke’s yelp cut through Alex’s laughter, and even Reggie paused at the sound. Julie laughed a little louder when she saw Alex’s arms wrapped tightly around Luke, digging into his ribs while Luke futilely tried to scramble off of Alex to save himself.

Reggie gasped. “Are we having a tickle fight, now?”

Julie laughed again. “Are all of you this ticklish?”

Reggie grinned up at her, even as his fingers dove in towards Luke’s knees. “Pretty much. I’m the worst, though.”

Luke and Alex paused in their fighting, Luke shaking Reggie’s fingers off his legs.

“That’s right,” Alex said.

Another slow, sly grin spread over Luke’s face, and even Julie felt the butterflies in her stomach at the expression. She didn’t know what she’d do if it was turned on her.

“You are the most ticklish,” Luke muttered. “Aren’t you?”

Reggie let out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s what I just said.” Then his face dropped when he realized they were slowly advancing on him. “Wait, guys? Guys?!”

He scrambled backwards, and Julie jumped out of the way again, laughing all the while. Alex and Luke were laughing too, lunging after Reggie, who seemed to be fighting off a smile as he tried to escape. He wasn’t very successful, the two of them snatching Reggie by the ankles and reeling him in, their fingers attacking every spot they could reach. Julie wrapped her own arms around her stomach, unsure if she was glad or disappointed that they couldn’t do the same to her. Their wiggling fingers looked absolutely wicked.

“Jules?”

Julie jumped and the boys froze, all of them glancing over at the door. It was pulled open just enough for Flynn’s head to be peering through the gap. She raised an eyebrow at Julie.

“Oh! I, uh— it’s just, the guys.” She gestured to what was probably empty air for Flynn. “Goofing off.”

Flynn grinned, rolling her eyes. “Well, get ready! It’s time!”

As Flynn ducked back out of the studio, Luke, Alex, and Reggie scrambled to their feet, fumbling for their instruments. Julie shook her nerves out one last time, grinning as the guys walked up to her.

“You know what?” She said. “I do feel better”

Luke scoffed and rolled his eyes, Reggie laughed, and Alex rubbed at the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle.

“Maybe we’ll have to find a way to tip Flynn off, next time,” Luke said. “After all, we can’t have our frontrunner succumbing to stage fright.”

Julie thinks of the boys’ devious fingers, their teasing smiles, their playful taunts. She thinks of them directed at her, all while Flynn manipulated her as easily as she manipulated her mixer. Julie let out a nervous chuckle.

“No, I’m good.”

Luke grinned at her, that grin that never failed to make her tummy swoop and her face heat up, but Julie didn’t get a chance to respond before the loft doors were being pulled open again. Julie faced front, taking a deep breath.

Showtime.

#tickle fic #my writing #jatp tickling #lee!alex #leeluke #lee!reggie #ler!alex #ler!luke #ler!reggie #ticklish!alex #ticklish!luke #ticklish!reggie #jatp #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #julie molina #this show is very important to me because it made me feel very validated and safe in my grief #julie's grief made me feel more okay in my grief #and i just had a 30+ minute grief cry so i figured what better way to keep myself busy afterwards than edit and post this #a couple days ago marked a year. and its never going to be the same again. but it will be okay again. eventually #the grief will always be there but. idk i think it was andrew garfield but he said something like #'this grief is all the love i never got to express' and that is also something that helps me get through it #KDJFHDJKFH sorry these are really angsty tags on my fluffy tickle fic you dont have to read these. i hope you enjoyed the fic tho lol

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thunder-at-dawn · 3 years

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13 with willex? you can choose who’s the lee and the ler :)

anon i love this pairing, i love this prompt, and i love you for requesting it /p

word count: 1,170

prompt list can be found here!

prompt 13: "don't laugh while i'm trying to talk to you!"

warning: this is a sfw tickle fic! don't read if that makes you uncomfortable :]

Alex tapped a drumstick lightly on the cymbal of his drumstick, bored out of his mind. Luke was following Julie to school to “ask her something important,” and Reggie wanted to eavesdrop. Alex, on the other hand, wanted to respect their privacy. That, and he honestly didn’t have much interest. So, instead, he told himself he’d just stay in the garage and practice… but he didn’t want to. Practicing without the whole band there just felt… off.

He had tried to play a few songs, but they felt incomplete without Reggie’s chill bass notes, Luke’s killer guitar riffs, and Julie’s angelic vocals. Alex fiddled with the drumsticks in his hands, unsure what to do. A four wheeled car couldn’t run when only one wheel was attached to it.

However, when your car needs another wheel, you can attach a spare tire if you had one. It wasn’t the exact same as the other tires on the vehicle, but it would still work in place. Little did he know, there was a spare tire lying around.

“Boo.”

Alex jumped in place when he felt two cold hands on his shoulders, a gasp coming out of his mouth as he felt his heart beat faster. He turned around in his seat, a half-groan coming out of his mouth. “Hello, Willie.”

Willie, who was smiling like a puppy that just got adopted from the shelter, giggled softly and rested his arms on Alex’s shoulders. “Hi, babe.” He said, planting a soft kiss on the other’s cheek before looking around. “The rest of the band is busy today, huh?”

“Yup, and I was bored out of my mind a few moments ago.” Alex stood up, holding Willie’s hand. “And now, you’re here, so I don’t have to worry about that.” He smiled softly, focusing his energy to poof them up to the loft balcony below. Once they teleported, Alex noticed a leather jacket on the floor, picking it up.

“Looks like Reggie forgot his jacket… again.” He sighed, picking it up and hanging it up on the coat hanger behind him.

“Is that common?” Willie asked, crossing his arms and sitting down in one of the bean bags on the loft.

“Yes, very common.” The drummer groaned. “Reggie always leaves his stuff around on the floor. Even before we died, he’d always do it back in the day. I always tell him to pick it up, and he passes it off, saying he’ll do it later, and he never does. Luke’s even worse, he leaves all of his stuff everywhere, and-“ Alex paused, taking a look at the smile on Willie’s face. “What? Why are you smiling?”

“No reason.” The skateboarder smirked, crossing his arms.

“No reason? There’s definitely a reason.”

“I’m telling you, there’s no reason! No reason at all.”

“Right. Yeah. Totally. Of course, there’s no rea- AH!” Alex yelled when he felt a pair or arms wrap around him and lift him off the ground slightly. He turned around when set down, only to be greeted with the laughing perpetrator. “Reggie!”

The bassist, who had seemingly teleported behind him while Alex was ranting, laughed and clutched his stomach. “Hehey, Alehex! I got you good, didn’t I!” He giggled as the other rolled his eyes. “Thanks for not ratting be out, Willie.”

“No problem.” Willie chuckled, happy to take part in a bit of mischief.

“Did you seriously come back just to scare me?” Alex asked, crossing his arms.

“Yep! And it was totally worth it.” Reggie giggled.

“Oh, wait.” As much as Alex wanted to stay mad at Reggie, he still cared for his friends. He headed to the coat hanger, picking up the jacket he had just put on there. “You forgot your-“

It was too late. Reggie had already poofed out and teleported elsewhere.

“…Jacket.” Alex finished, sighing and putting the jacket back on the coat hanger. He looked over to see Willie giggling softly, and couldn’t help but smile. He walked over and sat down on the beanbag next to his.

“You thought that was funny, huh?” He lightheartedly groaned at his boyfriend.

“Ihi’m sorry!” Willie said with a grin. “You know I’m always one for some mischief! And seeing the look on your face was definitely worth it.”

Alex could feel heat rising up in his cheeks, and he didn’t know if it was because he was embarrassed, or if it was because Willie was just so fucking cute. Willie was certain to notice, leaning his head back and laughing loudly.

“Willie-“

“Oh cohome on, it was fuhunny!”

“Willie, don’t laugh while I’m trying to talk to you!”

“Ihi’m sorry, Ihi’m sorry!” He giggled. “It’s just… you’re so cute when you get annoyed with me.”

If Alex thought he wasn’t blushing before, he was definitely blushing now. He looked away for a second, unsure why he felt this flustered and embarrassed. “W-Well, you’re cute too.” He stammered out, immediately covering his face with his hand.

“Awww, thanks hotdog.” Willie grinned.

Suddenly, Alex had an idea. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, moving his beanbag closer to Willie. “Actually, you’re cuter than me. And I’ll prove it to you.”

“And how to you plan to do that?” An entertained Willie leaned towards his boyfriend.

“Well… since you seem to like to laugh so much…” Alex smirked, quickly pulling Willie towards him and wiggling fingers into his ribs. The other’s giggles immediately escalated, not even trying to hide themselves.

“WaHAhait- Ahahalehex!” Willie giggled, squirming around, but not necessarily trying to squirm out of his boyfriend’s grasp.

“What’s up, Willie? Why are you laughing so much? Can you tell me?” Alex teased, moving his fingers up to scribble around in the other’s underarms.

“Yohohou knohow whyhy!”

“Well, actually, no, I don’t because you’re not telling me.”

“Meheheahan!” Willie laughed softly.

“Mean? You think I’m being mean? I can’t believe you!” Alex faked a gasp and pulled Willie closer to him, moving his hands back down to dance around his ribs. He didn’t want to go extremely tough, but he did crank up the intensity a small bit, smiling as he heard Willie’s laughter rise a bit in volume. At the same time, he started to plant tickley kisses all over Willie’s neck and cheeks.

“AhaHAlehex!” He scrunched up his shoulders on instinct, laughing softly. The drummer eventually slowed down, letting Willie catch his breath.

“Yohohou’re suhuch a dohork.” Willie giggled softly.

“And you’re adorable.” Alex smiled, leaning down and giving his boyfriend a kiss on the forehead.

“So are you.”

“Well, I’m not the one who giggles like a child whenever he gets kissed.” Alex chuckled.

“Is that a challenge?” Willie raised an eyebrow, quickly pushing himself off of Alex’s lap.

“I-” Alex blushed once more, leaning back into the beanbag he was sitting in. “No, it’s noHOT-”

He was cut off by being pulled into Willie’s lap, wrapped into a hug, and small kisses being planted on his face.

His earlier statement was proven wrong instantly.

#dawn writes #lee!willie #ler!alex #jatp tickle #willex #there i put a mainstream tag on this and now people are gonna find it oh boy #anyways! my first non dsmp fic! woo #🛹 willie: skateboarding ghost #🥁alex: hotdog

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quillsandtypos · 3 years

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Luke Attack

Summary: Reader keeps pushing Luke's buttons and unexpectedly gets what they deserve

Warnings: a LOT of tickling (like if you don't like it I wouldn't recommend reading this)

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The garage slowly started to empty. Julie had to do homework. Reggie probably went to go follow Ray. And soon enough Alex left, which left just you and Luke.

You twirled one of Alex’s drumsticks and stared up at the ceiling. “Do you ever wonder where drums originated from?” you asked.

Luke paused putting the equipment away to look at you, “What?” he asked, fighting not to laugh.

“I don’t know, like they are super cool sounding now, but like what if the first they just kinda put some materials together and it didn’t even make a noise?”

Luke laughed and shrugged. “A little random, but you’ve got a point.”

You continued twirling the stick for a couple seconds, but you realized it wasn’t quite entertaining enough.

“Hey, Luke?”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you have so many muscle shirts?”

He glanced at you, unsure of where this was going.

You leaned your back against the couch. “I’m just saying you don’t have to flex on us all the time.”

He cocked his head at you. “You’ve definitely stolen my shirts before.”

He had a point. But you weren’t trying to make a point. You couldn’t care less about his fashion choices; you were just trying to annoy him.

“Yeah, but at least I didn’t squeak at the last show.” You arched your eyebrows, challenging him.

He turned towards you and pointed an accusatory finger. “You were right next to me, you know that was the mic.”

You pursed your lips in an attempt to mimic confusion. “Mhmm, I don’t know if I believe that.”

Luke jerked his head up and took a few steps toward you with a potentially intimidating look in his eyes.

He leaned down to get in your eyesight from the couch. “You know that’s a lie.”

You shrugged, but you couldn’t help the small grin appearing on your face. “Maybe but I mean, we could never know for certain.”

Luke jutted out his chin, “Oh really, because I seem to remember Julie having a video of you falling off a stage.”

You unfortunately felt the heat rising to your face. “Hey, that was one time!” you exclaimed.

Luke chuckled and slyly smirked. “That’s what I thought.” He did a 180 and walked back to the other side of the garage.

Despite you being slightly flustered, you weren’t going to forget your mission.

“At least I didn’t break one of Ray’s plates.”

Luke back peddled and did another 180. “You were there, we watched Reggie do it.”

You met his gaze and tried not to squirm. “I seem to recall you being awfully close to the incident, to be completely innocent.”

He cocked his head at you and stared you down with a sort of fire in his eyes. “I was telling Reggie to stop messing with the plate.”

“I don’t know, seems a little bit sus to me.”

Luke slowly approached you, as he still held eye contact. And even though you watched him the whole time you still were trying to work out what had just happened as you felt hands gliding across your stomach.

You squirmed around like a fish in water before exploding into a giggle fit.

“I knew you were ticklish!” Luke yelled in delight.

“Nononononon Lhuhuke!” you protested.

“What, is someone just a little too ticklish to be starting arguments?” He tilted his head as if he was waiting for a legitimate answer.

Unsurprisingly, the only answer he got out of you, was the middle finger.

Luke chuckled at that but it soon turned to an evil grin. “Oh I think you are definitely too ticklish to be snarky.”

His hands snuck their way up into your armpits and began to roam.

Luke was grateful that the garage had somewhat thick walls, because someone might have thought you were being killed by the scream that came out of your mouth.

You would’ve tried to come up with some sort of remark towards him but the claws in your hallows made it impossible to focus on anything but laughing.

But, through your tickle haze you heard Luke speak. “I’ll make you a deal, if you tell me where the rest of your spots are I just might leave your armpits alone. If not, well I’m not in a hurry to go anywhere.”

He slightly let up for you to talk.

You decided that the consequences of telling him would be future you’s problem. “Fhehet, bahahck of thihighs, ahahand nehehck!”

“That was a big mistake, but I guess you didn’t have much of a choice huh?”

Oh he was grinning now.

Before you could even think about moving he already had your shoes and socks off.

“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before being a little shit,” he playfully teased.

He then did a test swipe across your toes, which he almost got kicked in the face for. He readjusted his grip in one hand and scribbled on a toe on the other hand.

Your body couldn’t control where it was going. Luke was surprised you didn’t fall off the couch. You howled in laughter and you would occasionally cackle as he lightly scribbled across your toes.

As a last ditch effort to maintain some of your quip you yelled, “fuhuUHUHck yhohouhu!”

Luke raised his eyebrows in surprise before turning to an amused smile. “I would maybe choose your words a little bit better next time you’re in this position.”

His hands quickly headed up to your stomach and armpits and you realized the error in your ways; but it was too late now.

You shrieked before descending into silent laughter. One of hands curled in and out across your stomach as the other spidered at your armpits. You squirmed around but he had you tightly pinned, you weren’t getting out of this, easily.

“I GIHIHIVE!” you screeched.

Luke chuckled at your predicament. “Oh you give now, not when you were trying to pick a fight?” he mocked.

“YEHEHES IIHIM SHOREHEY!”

He decided you had enough and let up on the tickling. He still sat on top of you as you caught your breath. Eventually, he slid off. He almost turned around but quickly squatted down next to you to pull your shirt up a little bit.

Before you could stop him, you felt his wet lips touch your stomach; and he blew as hard as humanly possible. You screeched and then giggled as your back arched, which coincidentally brought you closer to the ticklish vibrations.

“Sorry just had to try that,” he apologized, not sounding very apologetic at all.

He looked over at you and almost giggled himself at your giggly sleepy state.

“Come on, I’m carrying you back to your house.”

“No, Luke, someone could see me floating,” you protested.

“Do you really want to try to start another fight with me?” he asked. He wiggled his fingers at you ominously.

Your eyes widened in fear. “NO-nononononon! Nevermind, you can carry me.”

Luke laughed, and picked you up bridal style.

Let’s just say, he knew how to win against you now.

#q&t- jatp #q&t- x reader #luke patterson #luke x reader #ler luke patterson #ticklish!reader #luke jatp #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp tickles #jatp tickle #jatp fic #jatp tickle fic #julie and the fat ones #julie and the phantoms tickle fic #finally free #unsaid emily #quillsandtyposwrites

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