#juke ficlets

[onlygenxhere]

I'm fine - 4

“I’m fine.”

“Then why are you crying?”

Julie gave a little sob and Luke took the last few steps into the kitchen to pull her into a hug.

“Who do I need to kill Jules? I need names.”

She choked on a laugh, “Julie Molina.”

He pulled back enough to frown at her, “Well I’m not killing you, so what happened?”

She sniffed. “I broke my dad’s favorite mug.”

He wiped the tears off her cheeks as they continued to fall, “You afraid to tell him?”

“I already did and he was as understanding as always, hugging me and telling me it was ok.” She choked on another sob. “But mami bought him that mug and now it’s just one more thing she can never buy him again.” Julie buried her face in his chest again and sobbed harder.

Luke stood there and held her as she cried herself out, rubbing her back and whispering it was going to be ok into her curls.

She eventually pushed away and wiped her face giving him a half hearted smile. “Thanks babe. I’m ok now.”

He bit his lip. “Do you still have the pieces?”

Julie frowned but nodded.

Luke shoved his hands in his pockets a little worried he might upset her again with his suggestion but thinking it was a good one. “So, um, I was thinking I could see if I can fix it?”

She gave him a sad smile before opening a drawer near them and pulling out a towel. She opened it on the counter to show him the mug split in four big chunks. Another tear slid down her cheek. “See, even if we fix it he’ll never be able to drink out of it again.”

“Oh, I know that.” He grinned and slid his arm around her waist as they looked down at the broken mug. “Sometimes when you put things back together, they’re not the same but they can still be useful.”

She looked up at him curiously. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” he let go of her and fit the pieces of the mug together checking out its size. “This is a pretty big mug. Maybe once we glue it back together it can be where your dad keeps his keys since he’s always losing them.”   

Julie looked at him for a long moment. Another tear slid down her cheek despite the smile on her lips. “I love that idea.” She popped up on her toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek making him blush. “And I love you.”

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #happy juke jeudi! #last i'm fine ficlet

[comment-exchange]

313. An Afternoon in the Studio (Julie and the Phantoms)

Title: An Afternoon in the Studio

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41663583

Platform: AO3

Creator: MeggieJolly

Work Type: Fanfic

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Rating: Gen

Pairing: Julie Molina/Luke Paterson

Word count: 669

Warnings: None

Number of comments: 1

Completion Status: complete

Short summary/description: Julie and Luke are hanging out in the studio, playing around with lyric ideas, talking and enjoying that they can touch.Quick, short Julie and the Phantoms ficlet that I wrote as exercise. Prompt: 'Playing with each other’s fingers’

#submission #jatp #ao3 #ff #gen #<1k #1c #complete #meggiejolly #jmxlp #julie and the phantoms #Julie Molina/Luke Paterson #fanfiction #archive of our own #juke #ficlet

[daintyduck99]

"I am so proud of you." + LukeJulie qpr?

Julie glances away from the stove as Luke trudges into the kitchen. It’s a little surprising that there’s no one clinging to him, already. He’s like a lightning rod whenever he’s feeling high or low, attracting loved ones to his side, giving or receiving energy with every touch.

Then again, Reggie has that huge final he’s been studying for, Alex is probably still out with Willie, and Flynn and Carrie may live across the hall, but Julie suspects that Carrie and Luke would both rather cuddle with a cactus than one another.

She wonders if she should speak, if Luke needs a distraction, but his eyes are weary and pleading, a blue-green watercolor blurred by standing tears. 

Not yet. 

Julie tilts her head, then returns to the pots on the stove like it’s no big deal. Come here.

He wraps his arms around her waist and buries his face in the crook of her neck with a little sigh. She hums a snippet from the song they’ve been working on, stirring the pasta so it won’t stick and burn, and briefly allows her head to rest on top of his. The angle’s too awkward to keep it up, especially while she’s cooking. He doesn’t seem to mind, and some of the tension bleeds out of his body as she continues to hum. His fingers drum against her hip.  

She’s about to flip off the burner and gently detach herself when he mumbles into her neck.

“I called my mom.” 

Julie carefully transfers the pasta to a different burner. Her heart shudders violently in her chest, surging with several strong emotions, struck by the significance of those four little words. She squirms, and he relents enough for her to turn in his arms, winding hers around his back. 

He gives her a wan smile, a highly diluted form of his usual grin, and it wobbles as he waits. There’s more he has to tell her, she can tell, and the dam is on the brink of bursting, but there’s a haunted look in his eyes, one that he wears whenever he’s a war with himself, especially about this. She knows what he needs to hear, what reassurance she ought to give. 

She takes a deep breath, eyes stinging, and cradles his cheek. She tells him the truth. 

“I am so proud of you.” 

They both crack, then, and he crushes her to his chest with a wet laugh, echoing with relief that she feels deep in her bones. She twists her fingers into the fluffy fabric of his flannel.

You’re okay. I’m here. You called your mom and the world didn’t end. 

Even if it had, I would still be right beside you. 

I’d still be so proud of you.

If Alex and Reggie come home to them half-laughing and half-sobbing in a heap on the kitchen floor, with dinner long cold and a few ghosts finally put to rest, well—

That’s okay, too. They can always order takeout.

#queerplatonic juke #qpr jatp #this qpr in particular my beloved #one hundred compliments #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

[missjoolee]

20 questions writer meme!

Tagged by @onlygenxhere, Thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 15 (I keep meaning to move tumblr fic over though)

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 62,690

3. What fandoms do you write for? Julie and the Phantoms like half Nancy Drew CW (it was a crossover)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A JatP Untitled Goose Fic 🦢⚠

I Hit Back a Little Louder

Oh My God, They Were Gymmates

A Kitty on My Foot and I Want to Touch It

Help! I've Fallen and I Can't Giddy-Up

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Ehhhhhh unreliably. I want to but get anxiety. I've been working on it and have done a lot better on more recent fic than older ones.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Me? Angst? Psh. girl please. i only tease the angst at friends via ps i love you au (😘) but like. maybe ch 2 of Help! I've Fallen and I Can't Giddy-Up or i've had some semi angst adjacent drabbles on tumblr. I guess. I'm not about that life.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? most are fairly open-ended but headed towards HEA. But i feel like maybe Live It Like It's Meow or Never because Reggie gets to be a cat and take a nap in the sun!

8. Do you get hate on fics? Nope.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do not. I'm just starting to get comfortable writing slightly heated kissing 😅 (comfortable she says! HA! she had a mini panic attack writing the kiss in Justice, Over Easy)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Remember that half Nancy Drew CW fandom i mentioned earlier? I did a JATPxND ficlet that went over surprisingly well.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? nope

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? nope. i currently have a hard enough time writing with myself lol

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? i'm assuming this means to write since it's a writers ask game. Juke, but if i bring alex into it much, willie is bound to follow (him anywhere)

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I had a really intense juke dream about a month ago... 2 months ago. that i started writing a scene from because honestly it was a pretty cool premise. but the further i get away from that night, the more other wips are being prioritized. maybe i will just share the morning text ramble of it i did in the group chat because i really do want to share something. I just don't think it will be a written out ficlet.

16. What are your writing strengths? IDEAS. I can see a thing happen and be like "BUT WHAT IF JUKE" for days on end. in apparently very strange places too. I feel like i have rather unusual premise for what i end up writing sometimes.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? despite knowing what a good narrative can look like, i immediately cannot recall it once writing. It's not like it's bad but i feel like it lacks a bit and reflects my short time since starting to write. Also, if i write it the simple dumb way to get it out of my brain. Chances are, it will take me 4 months to go from reading it and saying "well i wrote the thought out. it's there. it's done" unable to write it any different or better, to my editor brain kicking in and figuring out how to really say it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Um. If it's necessary within the realms of the plot and characters it's fine? I'm not multilingual so anything i did would be google translated or asking a friend that speaks it, so i don't really mess around with it. as a reader, if a fic on ao3 says it's in english, i normally don't want half a chapter to be in another language even if it is a native tongue to multiple characters since I don't know what they are saying without using a translator or scrolling to the bottom a/n so /shrug. take that as you will.

19. First fandom you wrote for? jatp. no other fandom i've been a part of has made me go quite this feral.

20. Favorite fic you've written? Picking a favorite is impossible. But I'd say i'm probably currently most proud of Help! I've Fallen and I Can't Giddy Up as it was the first (and only) chaptered fic that i've finished and i challenged myself with each chapter. But honestly, i add new elements to each fic i post, whether its learning new html, learning how skins work on ao3, making a gif/picture to go with it, or just challenging myself within the writing like getting more confident with intimacy.

I think I'm supposed to tag people so, @tangledstarlight @story-courty @writerownstory no pressure though!

#tag game #writers game

[goldenlaurelleaveswrites]

Back to September

A set of ficlets based on this prompt list from @creativepromptsforwriting

AO3

coffee smell

horizon

foggy mornings

juke box

lighthouse

bonfire

recipe book

windmill

gas station

wildflowers

bookmark

cave explorations

rosebushes

pine cones

nightlight

rocking chair

hitchhiking

lemon tree

vintage dress

bike ride

art museum

ghost town

blackberries

harvest moon

picture frames

dreamers

flower garland

ring bearer

color change

nightgown

#endgame lukanette #pro lukamari #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #creativepromptsforwriting #multiple aus #back to september

[thedeathdeelers]

self-indulgent ficlet #538

it’s another friday afternoon, the warm sun’s rays painting everything it touches a golden colour as Luke lies on Julie’s bed, limbs spread out wide. his head is hanging off the edge, animatedly talking to Julie about her day while she sits cross legged on the floor facing him.

they’re laughing as they recount a prank Carlos pulled off on Reggie a few days ago when Julie’s phone goes off, signalling the arrival of a text from Flynn. Julie gets momentarily distracted, biting her bottom lip as she reads Flynn’s message and suddenly all Luke can focus on are her lips.

Even after all these months, he still finds himself fixated. he can’t help it — she’s his dream girl.

he’s so focused on her teeth biting into soft skin that it takes him a few seconds to register his arms moving, lifting up and over his head as he reaches out backwards towards Julie. he doesn’t have to stretch far as his hands come in contact with her face, soft skin under calloused fingertips. she looks up, eyes bright, as he gently cradles her cheeks, his fingers successfully sliding into place even at the odd angle that he finds himself in. she tilts her head to burrow her cheek into the warmth of his palm, his thumb brushing against the corner of her lips before he slowly starts to pull her in towards him.

Julie’s a little confused but mostly amused, mouth quirked into a smile as she lets him guide her to him, curious to see where this is going. it only clicks in her mind when she’s close enough to feel his breath on her forehead, the air tickling the top of her head and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

she gets flashes in her mind of a superhero movie, of a scene she hasn’t thought of in a long time — a mask being peeled back in a dark alley, rain falling all around.

a hero and his heroine

she lifts her hands and weaves her fingers in his hair as she leans forward to meet him, phone long forgotten.

anyway

SPIDER-MAN KISS, ta-da

#jatp #juke #julie and the phantoms #lame i know but yknow what. i do what i want #my fics #my ficlets

[willex-n-waffles]

“You’re a dork,” Julie sassed, reaching for the piece of paper with song lyrics scribbled on it that Luke held above his head, barely out of her reach.

Luke grinned. “Yeah, but you love me.”

Julie paused, mouth hanging open, cheeks suddenly warm. “Seriously. I hate you.”

Luke’s smile only widened. “Sure you do, Jules.”

********************

“You’re a dork.”

Julie snorted, moving her game piece across the board. “No, I’m hilarious.”

“Hilarious?” Luke raised an incredulous eyebrow, then looked at the gameboard and gasped. “You’re evil.”

“Queen of evil, baby,” Julie proclaimed.

With a laugh, Luke stood up, ran over, and picked Julie up off the ground in vengeance, making her squeal with joy.

“Hey! That’s cheating!”

“I beg to differ, m’lady.”

********************

“You’re a dork.” Julie folded her arms and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “And an idiot.”

Luke turned a frankly embarrassing shade of red and looked at the cupboards spattered with smoothie, then traced his eyes back to the unlidded blender.

“Well. At least we have something to do now.”

“We?” Julie laughed. “No, dude. You. Get the sponge.”

Luke begrudgingly trudged over to the sink, and Julie smiled to herself, knowing deep down she’d end up helping him wipe off the cabinets anyway.

********************

“You’re a dork!” Luke’s face was something reminiscent of triumphant.

“No,” Julie drawled, putting down her pencil and readjusting herself on her bed. “I just like to do well in school.”

Luke flopped onto the bed next to her. “Who cares about school?”

“My dad, for starters,” Julie reminded him. “And Tía. And me.”

“Hm,” Juke hummed, not glancing at Julie’s geometry sheet. “You did number six wrong. It’s the converse angle bisector theorem, not the original.”

Julie raised her eyebrows. “Oh, I’m the nerdy one?”

“Do you want my help or not?”

“Fine, fine…”

********************

“I don’t…”

“Luke,” Julie said, smiling gently and looking up at him, “of course I like you. Who else?”

Luke furrowed his brows. “But—Nick, he...”

Julie giggled. “Nick’s a great friend. But that’s all he is.” Cautiously, she took Luke’s hand in hers. “You’re… special.”

Luke looked absolutely frazzled, and also somehow overjoyed and completely confused and painfully embarrassed.

“And I… this whole time I thought-”, he cut himself off, flushed and awkward but smiling shyly.

“You, Luke Patterson,” Julie said, grinning, “are a complete and utter dork.” And with that, she stood on her tip-toes and leaned up to kiss him, waiting for him to meet her halfway.

When he did, she nearly broke the kiss with her grin.

#firstly #this is called ‘Dorks in love’ I say so because I’m the author #secondly #fun fact #I wrote this and then checked the word count #and this is EXACTLY 420 words #unintentionally #I’m- #jatp #julie and the phantoms #waffle writes #my writing #waffle speaks #julie molina #luke patterson #ficlet #fic rec #jatp fic #juke #juke fic #jukebox

[kybee1497]

Kyleigh! Hi :)

My I request Jukebox with 🤩/😍/🧜‍♀️

(Your choice on which emoji to use)

Salty Scales by Kybee1497

She was gorgeous, all tanned skin and bright purple tail. The scales shimmered in the sunlight, throwing off small rainbows of color. But most importantly, she had the voice of an angel and Luke was memorized, swaying in the boat as it bobbed in the waves.

He was a little too mesmerized perhaps, because he leaned too far and fell right out of the boat with a splash.

The mermaid shrieked at the sound, tossing a shell as she flailed.

Luke spit out sea water and pushed soaking hair out of his eyes, already pouring apologies. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay?” He said it all in one breath, finally looking up and locking eyes with the girl. The girl who was glaring at him, arms crossed over her chest.

I did all of the above, I hope you like it!!

Taglist: (let me know if you want to be added or removed)

@afoldintime @a-tomb-with-a-view @williexmercer @sylphrenas @thegirlfulloffandoms @angelofarts

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jukebox #jukeboxweek #jukebox fic #juke #julie molina #luke patterson #mer may #mermaids #pirates #fluff #crack #kyleigh writes stuff #kiwi’s jaw 2k21 #kiwi’s jatp moodboards #netflixwewantjatp2 #ficlet

[phantom-curve]

For @panickosdisordr2, set in a high school AU where everyone is alive, I give you absolutely flustered Luke and poor, sweet, long-suffering Julie.

#38: stroking their leg & #41: sitting close and knees touching

Luke was still getting used to the fact that being Julie’s boyfriend meant he didn’t have to be so nervous about touching her anymore. For so long he had been forced to overthink every single interaction with her, needing to constantly toe the line of friendship even when he wanted so much more. Every touch, every lingering glance, had to be just this side of friendly. And no, he wasn’t always successful. Quite often his glances lingered a beat too long and his touches came close to being more proprietary than he had any right acting as a friend. Luke had made a list of rules to keep himself in check and he repeated them over and over before, during, and after he spent time with Julie.

Rule #1: No looking at Julie for longer than 30 60 seconds.

(30 seconds had been the goal, but who was he kidding? Julie was a freaking wrecking ball of musical talent and wickedly beautiful. 45 seconds was the absolute minimum he could handle, and even that was kind of pushing it.)

Rule #2: No writing blatantly obvious songs about Julie.

(Because really, every song was about Julie. But Julie didn’t need to know every song was about her. And Alex and Reggie really, really didn’t need to know, and no, just because they guessed didn’t mean they knew.)

Rule #3: No looking at Julie’s lips unless there was a microphone between them.

(He barely managed this one, which was why he kept sharing the mic with her more and more the longer they practiced and the more comfortable they became preforming together. It was the best kind of torture, and it wasn’t creepy, Alex, pay attention to drumming and not front people stuff!)

Rule #4: No touching Julie except for her shoulders and her arms and her waist (but only if they were hugging!)

(So what if Luke made sure to hug Julie a lot. He was a touchy-feely kind of guy, everyone knew that, and he only hugged someone after making sure they were okay with it. Julie never pushed him away, in fact she seemed to like the fact that he was so open with affection and comfort. It was fine.)

But dating Julie meant that all of those rules went right out the window. And Luke was still figuring out how to navigate that.

Julie didn’t seem to have any problems on her end. She slipped seamlessly from best friend to girlfriend without missing a beat. She would lean into him when they sat next to each other during lunch and move his hair out of his face without hesitation as she gazed into his eyes with a million stars dancing in her own. Her touch was casual but affectionate, her fingertips almost always finding some patch of skin to skim across whenever he was within arm’s reach. She kissed her way along his skin with an enviable ease, never holding back because she wasn’t sure he would like it, but instead blazing a path along his cheek or his collarbone or molding her lips against his as if she had always known that was what he so desperately desired most in the world.

Luke would never tell her, but part of his hesitation was because he felt wholly undeserving of her unwavering devotion. What had he ever done to earn someone as bright and beautiful as Julie Molina? He knew if he told her, she would have a million and one reasons why he was wrong, so he mostly kept it to himself and reveled in her easy affection every chance that he got. He should have known that eventually she would call him out on it.

“Luke...do you...not want me to touch you?”

He just hadn’t expected her to ask like that.

They were working on a new song out in the studio, a place Julie had chosen that he had assumed was because she didn’t want Carlos bothering them and because they had easier access to their instruments out there. They were sharing the couch, sitting across from each other with a shared notebook open between them, offering different lyric ideas back and forth as they tried to nail down the right lines. Luke hadn’t even realized that Julie had slowly been moving closer. He had only registered the feeling of their knees brushing occasionally, skin touching skin because his jeans were ripped, and she was wearing a pair of shorts to combat the stifling LA heat. Every time she had leaned in, he had leaned back, his years long set of rules so engrained he had forgotten that he didn’t have to follow them anymore. It was only when Julie quietly posed her question, teeth peeking out to bite down on her lower lip, cute little top gap flashing at him and reminding him that she was his girlfriend now, that he realized what he had been doing.

“Julie, no, of course I want you to touch me!”

Luke felt himself flush from head to toe as he realized how his words had sounded. He scrambled forwards, knocking their knees together painfully, although Julie, to her credit, didn’t even flinch. He took a deep, stuttering breath and tried again.

“I didn’t...I wasn’t trying to move away from you. I just...sometimes I forget I get to do that now.”

Julie quirked a brow and tilted her head slightly. Luke wanted to scratch his eyeballs out so he never had to see her looking so hurt and confused again. He groaned, reaching behind his head to give his hair a soft tug, recentering himself in the moment. He forced himself to meet Julie’s gaze and explain in a way that would actually make sense. He also made sure to scoot forward a bit so that their kneecaps were firmly pressed together, skin to skin.

“I just...for so long I wanted to be able to touch you in any way and have it be totally normal and okay.”

The words weren’t flowing perfectly, and Luke cursed the fact that Julie was able to scramble his brains and mess with the one thing he had always felt confident in. He pushed on though, because this was Julie, and if anyone was going to understand him, it was her.

“But I didn’t...I couldn’t...we weren’t like that, you know? We were friends and yeah, I love my friends, and I hug my friends, and I’m affectionate with them or whatever, but with you it was...different. I didn’t want to just be friends. But I also didn’t know what you wanted, and more than not wanting to just be friends, I didn’t want to not be a friend, so I made these rules. Rules about how I couldn’t say too much or do too much or touch you too much because it would mean more to me than it would to you and that wasn’t fair. And then everything changed, and you liked me too, and now we’re like a freaking dream, like I don’t always believe it kinda dream, and so I fall back on the rules. Because what if I say too much or do too much or touch you too much and I ruin everything?”

That...was a lot more than he had meant to say. But Julie wasn’t looking at him with judgement in her gaze. Her eyes were gentle and warm, her lips parting almost as if she was in awe, her features softening completely. She reached forward, slowly and deliberately, to place her hands along his thighs, just above where their knees were still touching. She leaned in, the pressure of her hands strong and steady, her scent invading his senses until everything in his world shrunk down to nothing more than JulieJulieJulie.

“You could never say or do too much. And you 100% could never touch me too much. Do you know how long I waited for you? Do you know how many rules I tried to come up with, how many nights I told myself over and over again that I needed to just get over you because it was never gonna happen? How many times I was so sure I was going to ruin the band and our friendship because I was so stupidly in love with you and nothing I did could stop it?”

Luke was having a hard time remembering how to breathe. He hadn’t ever thought about any of that. Because Julie had always seemed so confident and self-assured. She had been the one to make the first move that turned them from friends to more. She had been the one to confess how she felt first. She had always been his safety net, taking the plunge before he could, reassuring him so that when he stepped off the ledge, he knew she would be there to catch him.

“God, I love you so much,” his words were fierce and intense as he touched his forehead to hers and whispered them into the small space between their lips. “What the hell would I do without you?”

“Well, you’d probably still be trying to figure out the bridge and ending to Edge of Great without me.”

Luke growled and lunged forward, tackling Julie to the couch, and smothering her shriek beneath his lips. He felt her mouth curve into a smile, the kiss turning sloppy as she giggled uncontrollably. Her hands wound around his shoulders, twisting into the hair along the nape of his neck and threatening to turn him boneless against her. He broke away, propping himself up on his forearms so that his body remained stretched out along hers as he stared down at her.

“I can’t believe I get to be with you. You promise it’s not a dream?”

“If you’re dreaming, I’m dreaming. And I don’t think we can actually share dreams no matter how much we love each other. So, you’d better believe it, babe. I’m yours, forever.”

That did turn Luke boneless, every inch of his being melting down on top of hers, so they were connected from head to toe. Julie didn’t protest. She just pulled him closer, whispered you’ll always be mine against the skin of his neck, her breath hot and spellbinding against his skin. Luke didn’t argue. Who could argue with a goddess like Julie and expect to win? The best prize of all was knowing she loved him just as deeply as he loved her; he wasn’t about to try and convince her otherwise.

If Luke was able to love Julie for the rest of her life, it wouldn’t be nearly long enough for him to show her how much he cared. But that’s what ever afters were made for, right? A lifetime and then some. Luke knew with every fiber of his being that he would love Julie far past the time their respective stars burned out. That’s what destinies were all about. Loving forever and ever and ever. Even after you thought you were gone, the legacy lived on, timeless and unbreakable. That was them. Forever and a day, no end in sight for the rest of eternity.

#I'm on a soft Juke train tonight and I cannot be stopped #choo choo motherfuckers #THEY JUST LOVE EACH OTHER OKAY #will I ever write Luke without making him insecure in the face of Julie's incredibility? probably not #mads writes #jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #jukebox #jatp ficlet #juke ficlet #julie molina #luke patterson #send me prompts for my birthday!

[lady-phantoms]

Luke froze in the entry to the kitchen.

He had been trying to track down Julie all afternoon. After her rule of “not bothering her at school unless it was an emergency and emergency only consists of blood, death, double death and Caleb, breaking a string on your guitar is not an emergency Luke!” he tried to respect her space during school hours. Ray was cool and he didn’t want to push his luck convincing Julie to push the boundaries. But he had this melody in his head all day and he couldn’t figure out the lyrics yet, but he wanted Julie’s opinion on it, cause it might be the next Julie and the Phantoms hit. He wanted to show her before he lost it. He wrote down the basic notes in his journal, but he was eager to show Julie.

Her school let out half hour or so ago, and he couldn’t wait for her to make her way into the studio. He knew she would stop for her snack before joining them (she would finish her snack before joining them in the studio. She knew they couldn’t eat and didn’t want to tease them with the snacks they will never eat again. She was always thoughtful like that).

But as he walked through the backdoor, into the kitchen, Luke froze in place.

Julie was singing to herself, still in her dress she wore to school that day. Her hair pulled to a bun on top of her head, showing the earbuds in her ears as she danced around the kitchen. Well, it seemed like she was dancing, her steps graceful and fluid, even if she was sorting dishes and pulling snack pieces from the cupboards.

The melody he had all day vanished from his mind.

“Clocks move forward but we don’t get older no.”

Julie sang to herself, stepping and dancing to a beat she could hear from her earbuds. Her voice was in a lower key than her normal song voice, harmonising with his lower growl of the original track.

She grabbed a plate from the cupboard, turning to the sink as she saw him.

“Gah! You need to stop doing that!” She chastises, but a smile growing across her face as she bounced over to greet him, slipping the earbuds out. He could still hear the echo of Alex’s drums, the feel of Reggie’s base and Bobby’s harmony.

“Th- tha- That was Sunset Curve” He stammered, pointing at her, her earbuds and the general kitchen area.

“And I have to relearn how to rip a CD. Your welcome.” She teased, nose scrunching as she tapped her phone.

The echo of the music stopped leaving them in the silence of the kitchen.

Sure, he had seen her rock Bright before, both with them and without, but this was Now or Never. This was the song that he wrote, this was the song that was going to make them huge. Hearing Julie sing it now almost made it worth it. Because Julie knew the lyrics, his lyrics, and that was enough.

“Are you okay?” She said after a moment of his silence, genuine worry crossing her voice.

‘You were singing Sunset Curve. We- I’m Sunset Curve. You know the lyrics to our songs. Julie – I .. what?” he scratched the back of his neck, awkwardly, his hands needing something to do before he swept her up.

“Yeah.. Of course I do.” She smiled, coming to the his side of the kitchen island, “Your important to me, doofus.” She tapped at her phone again, Now or Never picking up where she left off, only through her phone speaker, not the earbuds.

“Don’t look down.

Cause we’re still rising up right now.”

“Bobby might have introduced me to rock, but it was your songs, your writing and passion and power, thats made me love the music. That’s all you. That’s all that matters.” She said as the track continued.

“Dreamin’ like we’ll live forever

Livin’ like its Now or Never”

The song carried on, fading into the background as Julie smiled brightly, bouncing on her toes, excited “My mom bedazzled a Sunset Curve tee, wanna see?” She asked, bumping him with her shoulder and took off upstairs.

He watched her go, stunned only for a moment, before finally following after her.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #juke #jukebox #julie molina #luke patterson #ficlet #my fic #dont expect anything other than this #this is the first thing ive written in about 5 years #i doubt ill write anything else #but these two are cute and its been on my mind #just take it and im running away #fic

[onlygenxhere]

Chopping Wood

ok, so this popped in my head after seeing the video of the guy chopping wood go past my dash a couple times this evening. I probably should save it for Juke Jeudi, but while it IS juke it just doesn't feel juke enough... Anyway. I think it's funny. Enjoy...

“Julie?”

“Julie?!”

She was startled when Carrie sat down beside her and quickly tried to hide her phone.

“Nope,” Carrie laughed. “I’ve been calling your name for a solid minute what has got you so engrossed in your phone?”

Julie bit her lip as the slightly muffled sound of chopping still sounded too loud in the quiet room. “Um, so I was just checking the cameras at home to see if Luke had had a chance to clear the snow from the front porch and the back deck.”

Carrie raised her eyebrows in interest. “And…”

She nodded quickly. “He did.” Julie tried to make her face look innocent as the sound of something being cleaved continued to come from her phone.

Carrie frowned just as an auditable grunt issued from her phone and she couldn’t stop herself from glancing down at it.

“Julie… come on share.” Carrie bumped her shoulder against hers. “If you’re worried I’m gonna make fun or something I promise I won’t.” she held up three fingers. “Scouts honor.”

“I know for a fact that you’ve never been a scout.” Julie pursed her lips before giving in, “fine.” She reluctantly pulled her phone out and looked down at the image in the distance of the back yard camera.

Carrie was quiet for a long minute before he shoulders started to shake and she let out a howl of laughter. “Julie Patterson! Are you seriously ogling your husband chopping wood?”

Julie glanced up at Carrie with a frown, “Thought you said you weren’t going to make fun?”

“Apparently I lied.” Carrie laughed harder.

Julie ignored her friend and zoomed in on Luke a little when she noticed him stop and take a drink of something. Water she assumed. He sat it on the ground then took the flannel he’d had on as a jacket off and tied it around his waist leaving him in just a black tank top.

Carrie stopped laughing by the time he started chopping again.

“Ok, fine.” She leaned in a little closer. “Your husband is hot.”

She giggled, “Yes he is.”

They were quiet for several minutes as they watch Luke work.

“You know,” Carrie broke the silence. “I think we can be done for the day.”

“Yeah?” Julie looked over at her.

“Yeah…” Carrie breathed out. “I’ma go home to Reggie and see if we have any wood that needs chopping.”

Julie snickered, “Sounds good.” She reluctantly closed down the security app and pocketed her phone. “We can get back to work tomorrow.”

Carrie nodded quickly packing her bag. “Not too early though.” She looked up smirking at Julie. “I don’t plan on getting a good night’s sleep.”

Julie winked at her as she pulled on her coat and picked up her own bag. “Me neither sister, me neither.”

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #julie molina #carrie wilson #silly little thing #ficlet #I can't concentrate on what i want to write

[adhd-disaster-willie]

Juke: "You're an angel, Julie. And I'm the demon."

"You're an angel, Julie. And I'm the demon." Luke motioned expectantly and grinned. 

“For the literal 5th time Lucas, no.”

Luke groaned in defeat and slumped down in his chair, pouting. “Oh C’mon Jules! We’ll look so cool! And you are an angel so-”

“Flattery gets you nowhere,” Julie scolded. “That’s the worst, cheesiest couples costume ever.”

“Alex and Willie are dressing as peanut butter and jelly.”

“Alex and Willie,”  Julie said with emphasis, “are cheesy.” She poked Luke’s chest decidedly. “We are not.” 

“We can be,” Luke persuaded with what he called his million dollar grin and Julie called his picture day smile. 

“That doesn’t mean we will.”

Luke let his limbs go limp and he slid further downwards, exhaling loudly. “Why am I dating someone so boring?”

“Because I’m fantastic,” Julie responded matter-of-factly. “And you love me.”

“I do,” Luke sighed. “Even if you’re boring.”

“Even if.” Julie gave him a quick kiss and locked their pinkies. “No cheesy costume.”

“Yet!” Luke called after her as she walked out of the studio. “Just you wait and see, Molina, I’ll convince you.”

“In your dreams!”

---

send me a ship or friendship and a really angsty sentence and i’ll do my best to write a ficlet based on that and make it not angsty at all.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #willow writes #julie molina #luke patterson #juke fic #jatp fic #ficlet

[daintyduck99]

"I found this meme that I think you'll like. Wanna see it?" for your most self-indulgent pairing right now

Julie’s in the zone. She’d had a breakthrough while Luke was in the shower, and she knows he’s dying to hear what she’s come up with, but she can’t lose this momentum. 

Her fingers fly, recording the lyrics in her notes app, only to produce a string of nonsense as she gets a notification that makes her mind screech to a halt. 

Bobby never texts her. Why would Bobby text her? 

Her heart pounds with the possibilities. Something happened to Reggie and they need to rush to the hospital. He figured out that she and Luke have feelings for him and Reggie and he’s freaking out about it. Worse, he only partially figured it out, and he wants her to stay away from his boyfriend. The record shop burned down and they’ll have to find different day jobs. He hates her tattoo, actually. 

She clicks on the notification mechanically, lungs expanding painfully as she sucks in a breath.

I found this meme that I think you’ll like. Wanna see it? 

Julie squints. The letters on the screen don’t change. 

Her chest still aches when all of the air leaves it with a whoosh. 

Loving them, Luke and Bobby and Reggie, is just like that, a necessity that’s more than her body can handle, leaving her gasping with the force of it. She can't control it, and she can't live without it.

Luke nudges her thigh with his foot, and she crawls over to his end of the couch, flopping down on top of him with a sigh. He wraps his arms around her, which always soothes the ache in her chest. She’s safe in his arms, and nothing seems impossible when she’s there, listening to the determined thrum of his heart. Together, they’re unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with. 

He kisses the top of her head. “What’s wrong, boss? You get stuck in the song again?” 

“No.” She hooks her fingers into the gaping armholes of his shirt, biting down on a smile as he squirms. He’s so ticklish. “Nothing’s wrong, really. It’s just that Bobby texted me, and I don’t really know what to make of it, or how to reply.” 

“Shit, he did? Like, voluntarily?” 

She chews her lip. She’d been so caught off-guard that she hadn’t thought of that.

“I guess Reggie could have asked him to. That does sound like the sort of thing he would do.”

Luke hums. “Let me see?” 

She fishes for her phone where it’s trapped between them and gives it to him, tucking her face against his throat while he rests his arms on her back and reads. 

“I don’t think Reg helped him with this. It’s a little too—abrupt. Bitten off and awkward, you know? That’s very Bobby. It sounds like he’s trying to show that he was thinking about you, and like, maybe Reggie advised him to do that, but Bobby definitely wrote this.” 

Hope burns somewhere in the vicinity of Julie’s heart. A smile tugs at her cheeks. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah. You should totally flirt with him, I bet he’ll forget to send you the meme.” 

They workshop potential responses, pacing all over the apartment as they do so. She sends their carefully crafted reply and locks her phone, though it still swims behind her eyes with all of the lyrics she has yet to write.

I’d love to see anything you’d like to show me <3 

Luke barks out a laugh from across the room, and Julie’s head snaps up. “What?” 

He strides toward her and holds out his phone, which he hasn’t touched in hours, probably. 

Has my boyfriend asked out your girlfriend yet? 

Her breath catches. Of course Reggie would be the one to partially figure it out. 

And Bobby would beat around the bush.

“Should I call him?” Luke muses, trailing after Julie as she makes a beeline for the dresser.

She clutches his notebook to her chest, hands shaking with everything she’s barely holding back. Luke hooks his chin over her shoulder, grinning encouragingly in the mirror. 

Unstoppable. They’re unstoppable. 

They’ve got this. 

“Yeah. Tell them to come over. We have a song to show them.”

#julie x reggie x luke x bobby #established juke #established boggie #ficlets with ash #i love you prompts #you know I had to go with this one #julie and the phantoms

[sunset-sweeerve]

Prompt: You're so gorgeous, it actually hurts (Willex or Juke)

Ahhhh thank you, I loved this prompt. Here is what I came up with:

Julie knew Flynn was downstairs, talking to their parents, giving her a moment. A moment she needed to be alone, to think of her mom, to thank her mom and to be completely ready to do this. 

“I wish you could be here, but I know you're watching,” Julie whispered while she picked up a framed photo from her dresser. It showed her mom in the same red dress Julie had on. Red and sleek, with a tiny peekaboo moment of her leg. 

She wanted to say something else, could already feel the suspicious tingling of tears behind her eyes and in her nose, when Luke poofed in behind her with a soft thump. 

“Everything alright? They're starting to worry downstairs.” His voice was soft but Julie could hear he was worried as well. 

She nodded. “Yeah. I just needed a minute.” She squeezed the picture one last time, mouthing ‘I love you’ to her mom, then put down the frame and turned around to face Luke. 

He was standing with his back to the door, hands stuffed in the pockets of his pants. The look on his face was soft, eyes growing with every second he looked at her. 

“You clean up nice,” Julie smiled and crossed the distance between them, taking in this new version of Luke. The dress shirt tucked into neat black pants, an untied red bow tie slung around his neck. 

Luke couldn't physically take her to prom but he and the boys decided to join her either way. And Julie was glad. 

It took Luke a moment to say something, the gears in his head clearly not working fast enough. Clearing his throat he smiled “Look who's talking.” 

“Haha.” With a soft eye roll, Julie reached out to take the hand Luke was offering, pulling her in close.

“No, seriously,” Luke insisted, his voice so soft and warm like never before. Gently cupping her cheek with his other hand, he moved in closer, his gaze intense. “You're so gorgeous it actually hurts.” 

She knew she was blushing, could feel the heat rise in her cheeks, but she didn't really care. “Thank you,” she whispered, leaning into his touch with her eyes closed. 

“Just telling the truth,” Luke whispered back, shifting in front of her. A moment later she felt the tender press of his lips on her forehead. “Let's show the world.”

#schmollkornbrot #prompts #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp ficlet #juke #julie molina #luke patterson #my jatp fic

[julie-n-phantoms]

So... this fandom has changed me. This is my third fic in about a month and I usually never write. (It’s fun though. I even have another idea already)

I saw this post the other day and thought it sounded adorable so I wrote a fic for it 😊 Hope y’all like it! AO3 link in reblogs

Also a big thank you to Dani (@karetaylor) for proofreading and helping me edit 💖

If there is one thing Julie hates most about cold weather it is the inability to keep her hands warm. Every time the temperature drops, she loses feeling in her fingers.

She’s been considering it for weeks now. Each time she feels her fingers stiffen, she shoots a quick glance at Luke and his stupid sleeveless shirts and thinks about how nice it would be to stick her icy hands into his shirt for warmth.

Today is unusually chilly and as expected her hands are frozen.

It’s just her and Luke in the studio, Reggie off hanging out with her dad, and Alex out with Willie. This would be the perfect opportunity to test her theory. Luke is distracted, tidying up the instruments from band practice, so he wouldn’t see her coming.

Julie stands abruptly, making her way towards Luke before she can change her mind. He hears her and turns around, but she’s already right on top of him.

“Hey, Jules wha-“ he’s cut off as Julie shoves her hands into his sleeve holes and plasters them against his back.

The second she makes contact Luke shrieks and leaps backwards.

“Julie, what the fuck!” a very startled Luke screeches, eyes wide.

“My hands are cold,” she says simply, “I wanted to warm them up. Which I can’t do if you move away.”

Julie steps toward him and, though he looks apprehensive, he doesn’t back away. Slowly, she slides her hands back into his shirt and this time Luke only tenses against the cold rather than jumping away.

Julie was right. He’s like a heater and she can already feel the warmth returning to her fingers. (Another advantage to the boys being corporeal to her now.)

They stand in their embrace long after her hands have defrosted, perfectly content in one another’s arms. They break apart only when Alex returns. He shoots them a knowing look, causing them both to blush.

Upon Reggies arrival, Julie suggests a movie night. With a resounding yes from the boys, they all squish onto the couch and settle in. If her and Luke cuddle a bit more than usual, the other boys don’t say anything.

***

And that’s how it begins. Every time her hands get cold, she goes to Luke.

Though he’d vehemently deny it if asked, he always squirms a bit when she first touches him. Julie thinks it’s cute and on one occasion tells him so. The blush that dusts his cheeks is adorable; the smile he gives her blinding.

Sometimes, Julie can feel Luke drop a kiss to the top of her head, quick and soft. She always hugs him a bit tighter in response, and gives him a peck on the lips as they part.

***

It’s on one particularly frigid afternoon that Alex pulls her aside.

“How did you get Luke to let you do that?”

“Do what?” Julie asks, thinking through everything she has recently done that could have been “let” by Luke.

“Use him to warm your hands up.”

Oh, duh.

“I just kind of walked up to him one day and did it. He screeched and pouted a bit that first time, but he’s never stopped me.” Julie shrugs.

“Just like that?”

“Just like that,” she pauses, “why?”

“Well,” Alex starts, “you know how I have anxiety?” Julie nods. “Because of that, my hands are always really cold so…” he shoots a quick glance at Willie, “I was thinking of maybe trying it?” Julie smiles softly.

“You definitely should. It’s great. Warmth and a hug,” she smirks, “And Willie is a total simp for you, they’d definitely let you do it.”

Alex scrunches his face a little in confusion at “simp” but doesn’t say anything.

***

The next day isn’t any warmer than the one before and Alex’s hands are freezing. He’s been subtly eyeing Willie all day, looking for an opportunity to strike. Willie wore a crop top today, making using him as a heater easier than normal.

The rest of the band had just recently wandered back to the house, so Alex takes his chance. He steps behind the chair Willie’s settled in and leans down, reaching his arms around their torso before sliding his hands under the front of Willie’s shirt.

Willie jolts, letting out a startled squeal. Alex huffs out a laugh and sets his head on Willie’s shoulder.

“Hey, Alex? Not that I don’t love hugs, but what in the world are you doing?” They twist to look at Alex as best they can with Alex still holding on.

“My hands are cold.”

“Yeah. I can tell.” Willie gestures to where Alex’s hands are placed on his chest. “Is there a reason you chose to go under my shirt?”

“Warmer.” Alex mumbles into Willie’s hair. Willie lets out a way too adorable giggle and presses a kiss to his temple.

“Whatever you say.”

***

Eventually, Alex has to reluctantly move away. Seeing the pout on his face, Willie pulls him into an embrace, then drags him down for a proper kiss.

Julie was right. Warmth and hugs (and kisses). Alex could get used to this.

#it was just such a cute idea #I had to do it #juke #willex #ficlet #fanfic #julie and the phantoms #jatp #my writing

[lydias--stiles]

kiss prompts masterlist

Here are all the prompts I did a couple of weeks ago! Thank you to all the lovely people who send in a number :)

juke

- 1+2+3: kissing a stranger at a bar (meet-cute au)

- 4+17: wintertime kisses (college au)

- 6: receiving gifts and breathless kisses (canon)

- 16: pouting for attention (college au) 

- 19: seven minutes in heaven (high school au)

- 27: horror movie night (canon) 

- 31: the boys going into battle against caleb (canon)

- 38: a quiet, delicate kiss (‘verse: “everyone looks worse in the light (unlike you)”) 

- 47: airport kisses (aged up + resurrected!Luke au)

willex

- 28+31+32: angsty reunion kisses (canon) 

#juke #jatp fanfiction #jatp ficlets