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[kybee1497]

Im tagging my old tag list but absolutely no pressure 💜

@a-tomb-with-a-view @williexmercer @itsthebooks @thegirlfulloffandoms @afoldintime @angelofarts @jatpfs @julieandthequeers @imastrugglingartist @curvesomesunsets @michelangelinden @caswellseyes

#jatp #julie and the himbos #julie and the phantoms #juke #willex #flarrie #julie molina #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #willie jatp #carrie wilson #flynn taylor #jatp fic #jatp fanfiction

[wr0temyway0ut]

Now the Lights Go Down

Epilogue

Thank you all so much for reading!! I love this au so much and it's made me so happy to see all the love you guys have for it! I'm going to keep writing companion fics for this au, but I'm pretty sure this is the last smau in this verse.

Masterlist

The Spotlight's Your Hiding Place

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@itsthebooks @kybee1497 @angelofarts @michelangelindraws @a-tomb-with-a-view @causewealwayshaveeachother @on-irratia @andwhenwepart @gayhistorynerd @williexmercer @bright-patterson @trashpandagamer @jaskiers-sweetkiss @sunset-bobby @valiantlyweepingdreamer @a-literal-supernova @thatsmyverb @sunrise-curve-dd @jatp-flynn @gluedonheadphones0325 @readyrogueone @allhailthesanders @deelizcious @k9kid @reginald-peters-my-beloved @julieandthequeers @chickwiththepurpleguitar @k-padfoot39 @till-our-stars-collided @moony221b @shadows-writing @fandomsfeminismandme @miss-atrophy @queer-fandom-frog @bclaros6 @whitetigerlover17 @corporeal-terrestrial @weneedglitter @prizmpaws @lupinblacktheone @watchwhathappensonbroadway @bowtiesareavenged @caswellseyes @bisexualreginaldpeters @phanhowell @actual-sleeping-beauty @wide-eyed-wonderer @it-tastes-like-lizard @wide-eyed-wanderer @actual-sleeping-beauty @iridescentkippen @whattfisausername @radio-silences 

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp smau #lights go down #lgd smau #willie jatp #reggie peters #alex mercer #luke patterson #julie molina #my fic #bobby shaw #nick jatp #caleb covington #flynn taylor

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

YOU STILL NEED PROMPTS AND I NEED CARRIE + RAY IN THE PARENTING VERSE, OKAY? just.... he is papi. i'm cry

Here you go my friend! Hope you enjoy! This takes place in like March 2015.

Carrie blows out a long sigh as Mr. Molina’s van pulls into the elementary school parking lot.

She considers checking her phone for the 800th time, to see if maybe she missed a message, an excuse, an apology. But there’s no point. There won’t be one.

The van rolls to a stop in front of the curb where Carrie’s been sitting since school let out, since Mami picked up Julie to take her to soccer practice and Carlos to baseball and called to Carrie through the car window, “Your dad’s on his way, sweetheart, he’s just running a little late!”

Well. “A little late” was four hours ago. Carrie already missed dance class, did tonight’s and tomorrow’s homework, and left about ten thousand messages with her dad’s assistant.

And not only did he not call her back, he’s still not here.

The driver’s side door slams open, and Ray Molina tumbles around the front of the car. “Carrie! Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry, I totally forgot I was supposed to pick you up today. You’ve been waiting so long, are you okay?”

If Carrie were younger, or stupider, she might have believed him. Heck, two months ago, she probably would’ve believed him.

But ever since the new year, Dad’s been acting weird. Distant and distracted. He eats dinner in his room more often than not, leaving Carrie alone with their private chef Gerta in the giant dining room of tier stupid new giant mansion. He missed Carrie’s last dance recital because of a “work emergency” and she can’t even remember the last time he smiled or laughed or told her he was proud of her.

“It’s okay,” she says as she tosses her backpack into the backseat and climbs up onto her booster. “You don’t have to pretend. Was it important?”

Papi hesitates as he buckles her seat belt for her. “Was what important, hon?”

Carrie sighs. “Whatever Daddy’s doing.”

Papi sighs, caught, and gives her a sad smile and a kiss on the cheek. “He just got held up at the studio, okay? It won’t happen again.”

“That’s what he said last time.”

Ray goes quiet again, just for a moment, like he doesn’t want to lie to her but he can’t quite bring himself to tell her the whole truth either.

Finally, he says, “Your daddy loves you very much, Carebear. He’s going through a bit of a hard time right now, that happens to daddies sometimes. Doesn’t mean he loves you any less, just means he might need a little help now and again. That’s what your mami and me are for. But don’t worry, we’re not gonna let him get off scot free for making you wait so long before he called me to come pick you up. I’m sure he’s sorry.”

Carrie squirms in her seat a little. She wants to believe him, wants to believe her daddy just needs a break from everything, like she does sometimes when the world just feels like too much.

But God, it feels like whatever kind of hard time he’s having has been lasting forever.

“Tell you what,” Papi decides, patting her knee. “How about you and I stop for ice cream on the way home? We don’t even have to get any for Julie and Carlos, it’ll just be our treat.”

Carrie bites back a smile. She can’t just start feeling better that easily, she’s been grumpy too long. “Can I get a double scoop?”

“Whatever will make you happiest, nena.” Papi holds out a finger. “Deal?”

Carrie twists her own finger around his. “Deal.”

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@whenweremarried @sunsethimb0s @pink-flame @penguin0613 @fighttoshine @sunsetcurvecuddles @teenagedirtbag-dot-jpeg @brightattheorpheum @queenmolina @jandthephantoms @lexilucacia @sapphossidechick @acnhaddict @shrimp-colours @sunset-bobby @lenacarstairspotterstewart @conversationaltreestump @burntchromas @julieandthequeers @joyandthephantoms @it-tastes-like-lizard @jatpfs 

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfiction #carrie wilson #ray molina

[pawprinterfanfic]

hi!! this is @over-under-through1, i was wondering if you could replace my tag on the jatp tag list with my jatp account, @julieandthequeers ?

HEY!! This is a super old ask and I’m just starting to build my tag list for All That Remains (the Willex Star Wars AU) again. I can definitely add @julieandthequeers to it if you’re still interested @over-under-through1 - let me knowwww

#ask #answer #over-under-through1 #sorry for the late reply #thank u for reading #all that remains

[sunsetcurvecuddles]

hi!! can i request willex and “cuddle”?

- @julieandthequeers

(i cried at 9am reading touch starved willie i LOVE your writing)

this was for the send me a ship and a prompt game and these responses are super late but i am simply going ahead with it as though nothing happened (also I LOVE U SO MUCH)

so here ya go this is a follow-up to touch-starved willie which you can read here, this installment is also available on ao3 here

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Alex is doing his best with Willie.

He’s been doing his best the whole time, obviously, but it’s hard. Willie won’t talk to him, or to any of them, about what happened in the in-between time. It’s just a mystery, from when Alex said goodbye to him outside the Orpheum to when Julie broke Willie’s curse on the street corner where they freed Nick from Caleb’s possession, all of it this blank, empty picture frame where Willie won’t connect any of the dots.

So Alex has been trying not to push him. At first he was trying to give him space, because that’s what Alex knows he’d want if he was in Willie’s position. Which, in hindsight, was stupid, because Willie is nothing like Alex at all.

Since the night when Alex checked on Willie before bed, and something in Willie cracked open and, bright and burning, spilled out of him right into Alex’s hands, Alex has realised he has to do his best in a different way.

So he’s doing what he can. Pressing their legs together on the couch, when they’re sitting in the garage. Putting his arm around Willie’s shoulder when they’re walking. Running his fingers through Willie’s hair when they have a quiet moment alone.

It seems to be working, for the most part. Willie’s eyes are brighter, his smiles are easier. Whatever weight was on his shoulders seems to be easing off. He still won’t talk to them about anything Before, but he’s more like himself, even if it’s a different self to the one Alex met when they first escaped from the dark room.

(He feels like Willie’s time away is sort of a dark room of its own. He gets why Willie doesn’t want to share it.)

One night when they’re finishing up from dinner, Willie comes up to Alex, asks him quietly, “Hey, hotdog, can I talk to you?”

He looks sun-touched, and glowy. He’s been spending a lot of time skating at the beach, down by the pier, which honestly makes Alex relieved and anxious in equal measure. Relieved, that Willie feels safe enough to venture further from the house than he did, because for awhile, he wouldn’t even let Julie out of his sight, let alone go exploring on his own. But anxious, too, because Alex still worries that something will happen to Willie, even though he doesn’t want Willie to be scared about it any more. There’s been no sign of Caleb, but still. Alex can’t help but worry.

“Oh,” says Alex. He glances back over his shoulder, but Luke and Julie are clearing the table, and Reggie’s started the dishes. Catching his eye, Reggie gives him a big, soap-sudsy thumbs-up, which Willie definitely sees. Alex dies a little inside. “Yes, sure, let’s just - move somewhere else.”

Willie stifles a laugh, but it seems nervous, flighty, like his lungs are too much for his body. So Alex nods up the stairs, and follows after Willie.

Willie takes him to the spare room, the one Willie’s sort of made his own.

(Luke pretended to throw a fit about being Ray’s least-favourite son-in-law, but they all knew it was to save Willie from having to share the already crowded studio with the other three restored-to-life boys. Alex thinks this is reasonable, since that studio bathroom is definitely at capacity with the three of them.)

Willie turns to Alex as soon as they’re both inside with the door closed, and he looks resolute, but there’s an edge of nerves to his movements. Sighing, Willie runs his slender hands through his long hair.

Alex forgets what he’s thinking about for a moment. He’d seen guys, before, when he was alive, attractive guys even. After all, it hadn’t taken dying to work out he was gay. But whenever he saw Willie it just seemed like whatever he’d felt with those other boys had been a mistake, an imitation. Willie was the prettiest boy he’d ever seen.

“You said I could ask,” Willie says finally. His hands are clasped behind his head and he presses his elbows together, partially obscuring his face from view as he exhales. “You told me to.”

It takes Alex a scrambly moment to work out what he means. “Yeah. Yeah, I - is this...?” Are you asking? he wants to say, but he doesn’t know if his own asking that would defeat the purpose.

Willie grips his own hair for a moment and then shakes himself, puts his arms down. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m asking for cuddles. Lame as that feels. Could I have a hug? Please?”

“Not lame,” Alex reminds him softly, smiling, even though it absolutely makes his heartbeat triple. Maybe he’s the one who’s lame. “Of course.”

“And I want to talk,” Willie says, just when Alex starts to reach for him, so he pauses. “I - can I tell you about what happened? I was worried about making you worried. But you told me not to worry about that, anymore.”

Alex feels a lump in his throat. Willie really listened to him. When Willie looks at him, resolved but a little haunted, Alex realises how much Willie must trust him, to ask for both those things at once.

“Okay,” he whispers, then hastily adds, “only if you want to, obviously.”

Nodding, Willie rubs down his own arms with his thumbs. “I do want to, I think. I think I’m ready.”

Willie sits on the edge of the bed. Alex sits down next to him. Almost instinctively, he realises he’s reverted to that same jumpy caution he had around Willie for weeks after they were reunited, but that was exactly what had caused the problem last time, so he takes a deep breath and pulls Willie close.

The warmth that blooms in his chest must be nothing compared to how Willie feels, because Willie’s body melts, practically turns to putty in Alex’s arms.

Willie’s been there for Alex through so much, listened to so many anxious rants, helped Alex express himself in so many ways he never felt able to before. It’s just what Willie’s like, and always has been, right from the start. It’s a relief to be able to finally return the favour.

“Talk to me,” Alex murmurs, hiding his face in Willie’s hair.

Willie reaches for one of Alex’s hands, and links their fingers together, one by one, his fingertips tapping Alex’s knuckles like they’re piano keys. He takes one last deep breath. And then he talks.

#willex #julie and the phantoms #jatp #fanfiction #alex mercer #willie jatp #not touch starved willie... my kryptonite.... #my fic #mine #julieandthequeers #Anonymous

[willexxmercer]

could i be added to your writing tag list? i love your work!! - @julieandthequeers

asfhkjlhgkjaf thank you so much <3 and absolutely you can!

#the love tag #julieandthequeers #tee replies #Anonymous

[supergraphicultramoderngirl]

beauty born out of terrible things

a willex smau. (link to masterlist)

part 11:

ft. some cameos, also willie ain’t slick

[the comments got cut off, so here are the full ones:

julie - looking angelic as always!

luke - you couldn’t have at least worn a halo?

alex (reply to luke) - i’m already lugging around these wings on stage so no

dodie - anyone see a knight in the paparazzi photos??? ]

taglist: @cinnamonstickrayofsunlight @reggiescrookedteeth @julie-n-phantoms @homeinabookshelf @julieandthequeers @jatp-wolfstar-idk @jealous-kippen @boggies-froggies @willowsbendtothewind-blog @willex-molina @fairylightsandrainydays @boggie-brainrot @itstiger720 @honeysimx @darkcloudsludgelamp @booknerd3108 @screamin-amuseum @chaoticjatp @sapphossidechick @willexxmercer @deelizcious

#beauty born out of terrible things fic #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp smau #willex #willie jatp #alex mercer

[heademptynothoughts]

New chapter is finally up! Fire swamp here we come :)

taglist (lmk if you want to be added or removed): @herequeerandcantdrinkbeer @julieandthequeers @flamingfawkes @sunset-sweeerve @williexmercer @thedeathdeelers @evilittlecrow

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #willex #the princess bride au #alex mercer #willie jatp #jatp fanfic

[kybee1497]

even in my worst lies (you saw the truth in me) by kybee1497

Good, you’re listening, Caleb thought smugly. Pay attention, Nicholas. This is important.

Nick blinked, nodding his head in acknowledgement even if it wasn’t necessary. Caleb had heard it as soon as the thought had appeared, he heard everything. But Caleb didn’t tolerate rudeness. Just because he could hear every thought as they were formed didn’t mean Nick was allowed to slack on the niceties. Manners were what separated people from animals and Nick may be a largely useless tool but he wasn’t an animal, there were rules to follow.

I’m afraid our time has come to an end, Caleb interrupted. You’ve been a subpar host at best but a host nonetheless and it is considered rude to slip out the door without so much as a farewell. So goodbye Nicholas, do try to be less of a failure in the future.

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@a-tomb-with-a-view @williexmercer @itsthebooks @thegirlfulloffandoms @afoldintime @angelofarts @jatpfs @julieandthequeers @imastrugglingartist @curvesomesunsets @michelangelinden @caswellseyes

#the first of my unfinished Fics #two chapters are up since I’m finally getting around to posting the tumblr link #jatp #jatp fic #jatp fanfic #nick danforth evans #nick jatp #caleb covington #carrie wilson #flynn taylor #Kyleigh writes stuff #kiwis fic moodboards

[wr0temyway0ut]

Now the Lights Go Down

Part Three: Los Angeles, CA - September 30, 2022

Masterlist

The Spotlight's Your Hiding Place

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@itsthebooks @kybee1497 @angelofarts @michelangelindraws @a-tomb-with-a-view @causewealwayshaveeachother @on-irratia @andwhenwepart @gayhistorynerd @williexmercer @bright-patterson @trashpandagamer @jaskiers-sweetkiss @sunset-bobby @valiantlyweepingdreamer @a-literal-supernova @thatsmyverb @sunrise-curve-dd @jatp-flynn @gluedonheadphones0325 @readyrogueone @allhailthesanders @deelizcious @k9kid @reginald-peters-my-beloved @julieandthequeers @chickwiththepurpleguitar @k-padfoot39 @till-our-stars-collided @moony221b @shadows-writing @fandomsfeminismandme @miss-atrophy @queer-fandom-frog @bclaros6 @whitetigerlover17 @corporeal-terrestrial @weneedglitter @prizmpaws @lupinblacktheone @watchwhathappensonbroadway @bowtiesareavenged @caswellseyes @bisexualreginaldpeters @phanhowell @actual-sleeping-beauty @wide-eyed-wonderer @it-tastes-like-lizard @wide-eyed-wanderer @actual-sleeping-beauty @iridescentkippen @whattfisausername @radio-silences 

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp smau #lights go down #lgd smau #willie jatp #reggie peters #alex mercer #luke patterson #julie molina #my fic #bobby shaw #nick jatp #caleb covington #flynn taylor

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

Flynn, bumblebee, loners, pretty please <3

Yes, sir! Hope you enjoy :)

This takes place in the Loners verse so check that out if you haven't yet. Flynn is about 7 here.

Flynn’s Aunt Michelle lives a car ride away, but sometimes Flynn likes to pretend the house next door is hers because they both have bumblebee mailboxes.

The neighbor’s bumblebee mailbox is situated so that Flynn can just see it if she stands on top of her bed on her tiptoes, so that’s what she’s doing now, hands braced on the windowsill so she can press her nose up against the glass.

“You know he doesn’t actually live there, right?” Julie says from behind her, sitting on the floor amidst their combined Barbie collections.

Flynn pouts. “I know. I’m just pretending. You think he barks at the mailman?”

“I think that’s probably a mean question,” Julie muses. “Your mom said he’s more a person than a dog, remember?”

“Right, right.” Flynn does remember that, now that Julie said it. It was the first thing her mom said, actually, when she gave Flynn and her siblings the “your new cousin’s a werewolf” talk.

“So when do I get to meet him?” she asks later that night, once Julie’s gone home and Flynn’s helping her mom clean up from dinner.

Her mom hands her the next plate to dry. “Meet who?”

“My cousin,” Flynn says, like it’s obvious.

“Oh, Reggie?”

“Reggie,” Flynn repeats, feeling the name around in her mouth. She decides she likes it and bounces on her toes a little, balanced on the kitchen stool so she can reach the sink. “Reggie the werewolf.”

“Hey there,” her mom cautions. “Remember what we talked about? We’re gonna treat Reggie like he’s just a regular kid, okay?”

Flynn resists the urge to roll her eyes. “Okay, Mama. So When do I get to meet him?”

She chuckles a little. “Soon enough,” she promises. “He’s still getting settled at Aunt Michelle’s, but you’ll meet him plenty soon.”

“Okay.” Flynn tries not to sound too disappointed, because whining is rude.

They finish the dishes in relative silence, and then just as Flynn’s about to run off to play, her mom says, “Tell you what. Why don’t you make Reggie a card?”

Flynn tilts her head. “Like a birthday card?”

“More like a welcome card. Draw him some nice pictures, tell him how excited you are to have him in the family. I can bring it over to Aunty’s on my way to work tomorrow.”

Flynn thinks about it. A welcome card… She can do that! “Okay! Good idea, Mom!”

So that night, she writes Reggie a welcome card.

Dear Reggie, it says.

My name’s Flynn. I’m your cousin! Welcome to our family. You’re gonna really like it here. We’re pretty awesome. I hope I get to meet you soon! Maybe you can come over and play Barbies with me and my friend Julie sometimes. You can be all the Kens.

Love, Flynn!

At the bottom of the page, she draws a big bumblebee. That way, if Reggie is scared of the mailman, he can get used to the bumblebee on the mailbox and maybe not be so scared anymore.

And someday soon, he’ll come over to her house, and they can look at the neighbors’ bumblebee mailbox together.

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Taglist: @whenweremarried @sunsethimb0s @pink-flame @penguin0613 @fighttoshine @sunsetcurvecuddles @teenagedirtbag-dot-jpeg @brightattheorpheum @queenmolina @jandthephantoms @lexilucacia @sapphossidechick @acnhaddict @shrimp-colours @sunset-bobby @lenacarstairspotterstewart @conversationaltreestump @burntchromas @julieandthequeers @joyandthephantoms @it-tastes-like-lizard @jatpfs 

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[sunsetsandcurves]

willex + flowers :))

Alex keeps a lot of things on his fanny pack.

There are band aids and an inhaler and candy that's been expired for more than twenty years. There's a cool rock he found when he was twelve he doesn't want to get rid of and a packet of chewing gum he can't eat anymore and confetti he picked up from a pride parade.

Lately though, his danny pack's full of old, fragile flowers that Willie somehow gets him.

"There's this cool flower shop near the beach," he had explained, twirling a rose in his hands. "And they do cool bouquets but a bunch of loose flowers end up on the floor- all cut and dirty and I kind of feel bad for them."

Alex had smiled fondly, laughing a little and taking the flower from Willie's hands.

"You feel bad for the flowers?"

"It's like they're being- thrown away, just because they're not pretty enough or big enough to sell- that's not fair. I've been picking them up for years, and now I finally have someone to give them to."

Alex had felt like his heart was slowly melting, warm, sweet feelings running through his veins.

"Oh. Thanks, Willie, I love it."

Willie had kissed his cheeks and left, and Alex had stared at the rose until Julie came to get him for band practice.

Since then, Willie shows up with small flowers every few days- tulips and daisies and more roses, orchids and these weird flowers Willie had called alstroemerias.

Alex loves them, and maybe his fanny pack is not the best place to keep them- but in there they're his, only his, little things he can see and touch and smell, that remind him that Willie thinks about him and actually bothers to pick stuff up for him and bring it to him and- well, he does it for Alex.

It's something he never thought he'd get to experience, and when his fanny pack becomes a mess of fallen petals and brown-ish stems, he realizes maybe he should get flowers for Willie too.

He asks Julie about some flower shops he could visit, ones that are not that fancy and where there's people just fixing the arrangements so he can pick up the flowers from the floor before they're swept away.

Julie tells him about the flower shop near the beach, and Alex knows that's the flower shop Willie likes to visit but he's willing to go and see what he can get.

When he poofs to the place, though, Willie's there, picking a bunch of flowers from the floor. Alex laughs, and Willie looks up at him.

"Alex, what are you doing here?" They ask, his hands playing with the bunch of flowers they've picked up.

Alex shrugs. "I was- um- you know. Trying to return the favor."

Willie's wearing a white and yellow tie-dye crop top, which kind of reminds Alex of a daisy, so he picks one up and walks over to him, placing it in Willie's hair, letting his fingers play with some of it.

Willie's smile is flustered and gentle and so- alex doesn't know how to describe it. Soft.

Loving.

"Do you like it?" Alex asks in a whisper, and Willie nods.

"Yeah. I love it." They grab one from his little bunch of them- a pink lily that's been thrown away because the color's probably too bland- and does the same, tucking it over Alex's ear.

"Now we match."

They both laugh, and they spend the rest of the afternoon picking up the flowers the flower artist throws until Alex's fanny pack is overflowing with them.

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Ahsjshd ✨soft flower boys✨

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Taglist: @chickwiththepurpleguitar @julieandthequeers @burntchromas @readyrogueone

#why is this so cheesy? #i don't know i'm feeling cheesy #cause the elections results came in and i am #shaking #thanks for the prompt i loved it #probably no one cares #mj kind of writes #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp fic #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp #willex fic

[sunsetcurvecuddles]

please add me to your fic taglist! @julieandthequeers

done, thank you so much for wanting to be on it!! 🥺💖

#ask #julieandthequeers