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innytoes · 4 months

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uhm... 👉👈 Ray hitman AU? maybe? if you were up for it? pretty pretty please? 🙏

-For those who don't know I made a shitpost about Ray being a hitman because I looked up housing prices in Los Feliz (and how medical debt works) and SIR HOW THE HELL DO YOU AFFORD THAT HOUSE ON A PHOTOGRAPHER'S SALARY.

-It starts when one of the Petal Pushers has a very abusive, stalker ex. She had tried everything, but even with a restraining order, it isn't enough. Law enforcement just shrugs and suggests she moves (again) after 'someone' breaks into her house, ransacks it and kills her cat.

-It's not like Rose and Ray meant to kill him. But it's what happens. They manage to make it look like an accident. They never tell Violet, but deep down she knows.

-Somehow word gets around and they suddenly have a booming side hustle of taking out abusive spouses, partners, exes, stalkers, etc.

-Ray starts to take on the most of the wet work, with Rose doing the research and being his alibi.

-He's always been a great shot. He won Rose so many stuffed animals at carnival shooting games that they had to start donating them to shelters.

-They do have very strict rules on who they work with and who their targets are. Ray gets very good at stalking people with a giant long distance tele-lens. Both the people who hire them (to make sure they're telling the truth) and the targets.

-The prices they charge vary, and they even have perfected the scheme of 'take out life insurance on him and we get half of the pay out' for people who are in a bad financial situation. Those are trickier because he has to make the deaths look like an accident.

-Listen I'm not saying a few of the plants in Rose's Plant Wall in the studio are toxic. Of course they aren't, they have children running around in there.

-The ones under the grow-light in the attic though....

-He tells everyone he's a photographer but really, he only knows how to work the tele-lens. Rose jokes he could become the world's greatest paparazzi if he wanted to.

-Rarely does he get up close and personal with the targets, but he did made an exception once when 'My Ex Is An Abusive Scumbag number 87' really, really wanted Ray to know the client was right by going after his kid from his first marriage, because his favourite target (their client) wasn't there to take his rage out on.

-He starts hitting the gym after that because it was a liiiiittle too close for comfort.

-As spoken by @floating-in-the-blue: THAT'S WHY HE'S SO FIRM.

-They buy a big house and have money to send the kids to summer camp and fancy music school and the likes. When people ask he just smiles and shrugs and said he signed an NDA so he can't talk about most of his Big Photography Clients.

-Carlos and Julie think their dad is the biggest goober and he totally is. He forgets where he put his phone because he's too busy with the 700 other details of his job. He can tell if any of the parts of his work-toolbox have been moved even a millimeter.

-Just imagine Reggie like: wow Ray really does a lot of research about his photography clients, I wonder if it's like an engagement shoot or something.

-IT WAS NOT AN ENGAGEMENT SHOOT. There was a shooting, though.

-He's a little shell-shocked but still follows Ray down to where he meets the client to promise her it's done, and she cries and tells him thank you and mentions some of the awful things the guy has done or threatened to do, and then he gets it.

-They stage it to look like a break-in gone wrong. Reggie helps knock some shit over when they're distracted like: he's a ghost there are no finger prints. He stays after Ray leaves and watches the woman 'come home' and call the cops. She's either a really good actress, or the tears are just more tears of relief.

-He's really, really glad the abusive guy didn't come back as a ghost though, that would have been so awkward.

-Reggie decides that Julie can never, ever know.

#julie and the phantoms #not!fic #I wrote a thing #ray molina #rose molina #reggie peters #Reggie is the best little ghost accomplice #he's been a distraction from people who might have noticed Ray 'working'#he's calmed down pets and kept them out of the way #(nobody noticed the little cat toy floating in the living room while Ray finished the job in the bedroom after the guy 'OD'ed')#has he haunted a few people Ray's been researching so they have a few awful days before they die mysteriously? Perhaps #he's also alerted Ray about stuff that either meant the potential client was lying or all was not as it seemed #or if things were even worse than they seemed #did he spend the day curled up under a pile of Luke and Alex #because he had to subtley tell Ray there was a WOMAN CHAINED UP IN THE BASEMENT?#he doesn't wanna talk about it #hitman ray

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megatraven · 4 months

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it's been so long since i rewatched the Unsaid Emily episode of JATP but holy, shit does it still hit so fucking hard

when luke's hiding in the bushes outside of his parents' house because he misses them- misses his mother- and regrets the way he ran off, but was too proud to apologize. and maybe too full of guilt and regret to come back before he did what he set out to do.

but he missed her and she missed him and he wrote an entire song about it and his band sang it together and im just 😭😭😭😭

maybe after his band played at the orpheum he would have gone back. maybe he could have gone back and said "look! i did it! im sorry for leaving but i did it! can i come home now?"

maybe that would have been enough to start mending the gap

maybe they would have had a chance to play more than one song, and maybe the second would have been Unsaid Emily, and maybe she would have known. maybe she would have been standing by the door waiting for him to come back.

but he dies, and the song is lost for twenty years, and his mother never knew that he was so sorry or that he even thought about her after running away, not until julie.

he gets the chance to finally say everything he always meant to say to her, he gets to see his mother read his old words and read the love in them.

im nearly sobbing from this scene again it's so fucking good. so powerful.

#meg speaks #i AM crying the song always makes me cry but it's SO SO SO GOOD #since it doesnt look like the show will ever get another season it will forever be in my headcanon that one day his parents happen to see #him perform with julie. they see their son again #and maybe the song they sing is written for them #julie could just Do that you know #she could make him and alex and reggie appear before luke's parents and he could see them again and they could see him and MAYBE #maybe he could touch them. hug them. maybe he'll learn to do it by then.#sometiems i wonder if his parents could actually hear him singing the song there in their living room #like how the band could be heard playing This Band Is Back by passersby even though they couldnt be seen #maybe his parents could hear him. maybe they thought ti was just all in their heads. maybe their memories of him feel sharper afterwards.#maybe his voice is as clear as it was the day he left home when it had been muddled over by time #julie and the phantoms #jatp #ok i need to stop of im gonna cry even more

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episims · 1 year

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A tiny stress relief project between households. Since there was a spare room now, Mel got a modest walk-in closet!

#ts2 #ts2 gameplay #the sims 2 #the sims 2 gameplay #sims 2 #sims 2 gameplay #foxfire forest #building foxfire forest #yep luke still lives here too #he just got the bigger room after tess moved out #yep i still have no idea what to do with him

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lip-rings-and-quiffs · 10 months

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I can’t believe this masterpiece is 9 years old now😭🫶🏻

#someone said petition for 5sos to play a surprise song every night on tour yes!!!#I deserve to hear all these songs live #by live I mean from my phone whilst in the comfort of my room #yes i am poor #anyways yeah i can’t get emotional when I’m in lectures lmaoo😭#luke hemmings #5sos #lip-rings-and-quiffs #5secondsofsummer #five seconds of summer #self titled #9 years of 5 seconds of summer #9 years of self titled #calum hood #ashton irwin #michael clifford

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bleachswing · 1 year

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and it's like snow at the beach 🌾

#weird but fucking beautiful #such a banger #I feel like we're sleeping on it #Anywayssss #FELIZ DIA DE MUERTOSSSS #for the ones who celebrate it #I'll do a mb later about this day #I already have my altar on the living room #Of course #5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #micheal clifford #calum hood #messy moodboard #5sos5 #taylor swift #love me after midnight

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secretagentsagainstwhatever · 2 years

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also i doubt we will BUT if we get a feeling of falling upwards live album….?! death instant death my life would have nowhere to go from there it’d physically be my peak

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thebowerypresents · 7 months

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Sun Room – Webster Hall – October 5, 2023

It might already be fall, but the surf rock–influenced Southern California band Sun Room filled Webster Hall with a heady dose of the sounds of summer last night.

(Sun Room play Asbury Lanes in Asbury Park, N.J., on Saturday.)

Photos courtesy of Samantha Schraub | @samcsch

#Asbury Lanes #Ashton Minnich #Bowery Presents #East Village #Live Music #Luke Asgian #Max Pinamonti #Music #New York City #Outta Their Minds #Photos #Samantha Schraub #Sun Room #Webster Hall

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therisingdarkness · 2 years

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I just want to plug one of my favorite Vader moments ever

#like #it's the way Vader gets fucking SUCKERPUNCHED with this revelation #i firmly believe deep down in my soul that Boba Fett knows who Vader actually is #and he just drops this fucking live grenade into the room and LEAVES #meanwhile Vader is going through a thirty second speedrun of the five stages of grief #the worst flashback of his life #and then losing control enough to SHATTER GLASS #and not normal glass but like space-flight grade glass #not only is that shit THICC it's strong as hell #he fucked up the glass but managed to maintain enough control not to completely shatter it #and then fucked up all the computer stuff behind him #just from realizing holy shit i have a son and he didn't die #and then there's like the glimmer of hope that maybe padme is alive???#but also the immediate betrayal and rage because palpatine fucking LIED TO HIM #AND NOW HE KNOWS #HE SUSPECTS THE TRUTH #the second he learned Luke was his son was the second he decided deep within him that Emperor Palpatine had to die #maybe Vader didn't realize it but Anakin did #i fucking love Vader #i would die for him #look at this sad man #i could scream about him forever #no readmore because im forcing you all to look at what torments me

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jadelotusflower · 2 years

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“I’m not going to give you a blaster Leia, you’re ten years old” and yet there is no smash cut to Owen and Beru handing Luke a blaster? This really is the show of missed opportunities.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #kenobi spoilers #obvs not in favour of handing kids weapons #but come on #they live on planet desert crime #teen luke shoots rodents for fun #there’s no way he’d be left in that room without a weapon

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callioope · 2 years

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I told myself I was going to post something for May the Fourth, and I may not have started it until this evening but gosh darn it, here it is, with over an hour to spare: the Mighty Nein Rogue One crossover AU I’ve been putting off writing since August.

Am I still on my Critical Role bullshit? Did I mash up my two favorite franchises? Did writing this make my heart ache to watch Rogue One again? Is this super niche? Is this super self indulgent? All of the above. Sure hope there’s enough overlap for someone to enjoy this.

Anyways: Everybody lives. Set sometime before Return of the Jedi. Something something, C2 campaign grafted onto the Star Wars universe and this takes place after whatever that would be.

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This time, when the interrogation ends, Major Andor opens the door on the left.

Groggy from a week long test of fidelity, Essek doesn’t move and simply stares at the shadowed hallway beyond.

“Welcome to the Alliance to Restore the Republic, Essek of no den,” Andor says, stepping aside. His voice sounds just as weary as Essek feels. Weary, and almost neutral, but the tiniest upticks in the corner of his mouth. “Your crew is waiting for you.”

He gestures towards the door. At the mention of the Mighty Nein, Essek finally rises. It could be a trick, his delirious brain warns him. But while Andor has put him through the proper paces that any competent intelligence officer would, he’s never used underhanded tactics. Not torture.

A better spymaster than myself, he thinks. His brain is not kind. He doesn’t deserve kindness. And beyond that door, if Andor speaks true, and he likely does, kindness waits for him. Essek swallows, but his mouth is dry.

“Go on,” Andor says. “We’re done here.”

Essek walks through door as if in a daze. On the other side, someone new waits for him: not the hulking, reprogrammed KX-series droid, nor the sullen, suspicious rebel lieutenant that both took turns escorting him to his makeshift cell.

The man looks at him with soft, dark eyes. The messy hair falling out of the ponytail, the facial hair, and something about his posture reminds him of Caleb, the way he folds in on himself. Caleb is waiting, he thinks, and his stomach churns at that thought, whether that’s excitement or anxiety, he doesn’t want to look to deep to find out. Besides, he’s truly gone through enough soul searching thai week.

“Hello,” the man says, holding out his hand. “Bodhi Rook. I’m the pilot.”

“Essek They—” his voice catches on the name, both from scratchiness but also from the reminder that he no longer bears that name. He shakes head. “Habit. Essek of no den.”

“Oh, sorry, here.” Rook holds out a canteen. Only decades of experience allow Essek to maintain his dignity as he slowly accepts the container and sips water. He knows he must not gulp, that would make his stomach sick, although his body is parched.

“He hates having to do this, you know,” Rook says, as he starts leading him through an unfamiliar tunnel. “But I do — I get it. I had to go through the same thing — the same ‘orientation,’ if you will. I defected, too.”

Essek sighs, a long exhale that whistles through his nose. “I’ve been in his position. I’ve done worse. You don’t need to apologize.”

Rook cocks his head and looks at him. “I don’t need to apologize. But I am. It’s not pleasant regardless of what you think you deserve. And as I said, I know. I defected, too.”

After taking another sip of water, Essek takes the obvious bait. “Where were you stationed?”

“Eadu,” he says. “Eadu Energy Conversion Laboratory.”

Essek stops. “Eadu,” he repeats. He recognizes the name, but his groggy brain can’t place it.

“Where Galen Erso worked,” Rook clarifies.

The canteen clutched tightly in his fingers, Essek looks back down the hall towards where Andor had spent most of the week extracting every ounce of intelligence in Essek’s brain. Right. Eadu. He’d never been officially told the name of that planet, but had uncovered through his own espionage and analysis after Ludinus had failed to provide extensive details of Erso’s research.

His eyes slide back to Rook, who watches him calmly, expression relaxed and open. No judgment or scorn. “Did you know him?” Essek asks carefully.

“I still do,” he says, with a gentle smile.

Nodding, Essek starts moving again and Rook falls in step next to him. This makes sense. Of course it makes sense. They’d chosen Andor to interview him specifically because of his background knowledge. All of his crew must know Erso. Perhaps they’d even been the team to extract him from Eadu several years ago.

“Is—is he here?” Essek dares to ask. He doubts he’ll receive an answer.

Bodhi shakes his head. “No, but I think your friend—Caleb? Has been in contact with him. You know, he is another defector. Well, I’m sure you know. You worked with him, didn’t you?”

“Not—as such. Not exactly.”

“He’s very nice. Not like Jyn. I mean, Jyn is nice, but also tough, Galen is not like that. Don’t tell her I said that — that’s she’s not nice and that she is nice. She doesn’t like compliments much.”

“Jyn?”

“Oh, right. Don’t think you got names before. She was your, uh, cell guard.”

“She’s Erso’s daughter?”

“Yep.”

“What is it that they say? It’s a small galaxy.”

Rook chuckles. “You have no idea. Not only could you and start our own defectors club, but — well, are the rumors true? Are you and Widogast…?”

“Are we what?” Essek asks, taken off-guard by this new line of questioning.

“You know. Together?”

Essek would choke on his own saliva if he had any. To cover, he takes a long sip of he canteen; it’s nearly finished. “I…”

“I’m sorry, that’s personal. I shouldn’t have asked. It’s just, well, Luke is really eager to meet him, and somehow it always works out that they’re never in the same system at the same time. You know how it is. But I was wondering if you could arrange a meeting. There’s not that many Jedi around and—”

“You are talking about Luke Skywalker?” Essek asks.

Rook nods.

“You are — am I to understand, you are telling me that you are — that you and Luke Skywalker are together?” One week of exhausting interrogations and Essek is unable to string a proper question together.

“Yes. Why is everyone so surprised by that?” He rolls his eyes. “I mean, I get it, I carried the plans to the Death Star, which Luke used to destroy it, there is sort of a — sort of a nice, narrative to it, I guess. But still.”

Essek raises his eyebrows and takes a closer look at Rook. Not quite the same, but also not too different a story about a couple who met when one person returned the very item the other had stolen. He drains the canteen.

“Luke helped me, after i defected. He helped me… find the light.”

The image of Caleb, warm and blinding like the sun, comes to mind again. Maybe it’s something about Jedi. Even with all the darkness of Caleb’s past, his literal experience with the Dark Side, his hope and persistence to improve still shine brighter than any star Essek has ever studied.

“I’m sorry.” Rook shakes his head. “I’m babbling. The point is. Some rebels are going to be assholes because you defected. But if you ever want to vent, I’m here. I’ve gone through it. And,” he leans a little closer, “same thing, about the Jedi boyfriend thing. Force users, you know?”

Essek realizes Rook must not have been fully briefed on Essek’s own background. He levitates the canteen back to Rook’s hands and raises an eyebrow.

Rook actually laughs. “Okay. Guess I didn’t read the brief closely enough. You a Jedi, too?”

“No,” Essek says, snorting. “We use the Force differently on Xhorhas. I am told it is closer to how the Dathomirians interact with it.”

“I see. Interesting. Well. Here we are.”

They turn the corner and the tunnel opens up to a vestibule, which then opens up to a hangar where the Nein Heroez sits next to another ship.

Speaking of Caleb — just meters away, he sits crosslegged in the shadow of the ship. He’s talking to a hologram that Essek cannot see. Truly exhausted, Essek feels his heart race at the sight of him.

Past him, the rest of the Nein mingle with Andor and Rook’s crew. Beau spars with his former guard, the apparent daughter of Galen Erso, while Fjord watches. Yasha silently polishes her blade beside a large man as he repairs a repeating cannon. Veth appears to be pestering the KX droid. Caduceus sips tea with a Guardian of the Whills.

Frowning, his eyes search the vast hangar for Jester, but before he can spot her, blue eyes catch his own. Caleb ends his call, rises, and moves to close the remaining distance between them. The moment stretches out before Essek, as time has stretched and pulled all week, until suddenly Caleb stands before him.

No one else has spotted him yet. Caleb steps even closer, one hand drifting over his arm, the other cupping his neck. He drops his forehead to Essek’s, closes his eyes, and breathes. Essek follows. Where Caleb goes, he follows.

When they finally pull away, Rook has moved away.

“You good?” Caleb asks. His voice is almost as hoarse as Essek’s.

“I will be,” he says.

Just at that moment, he hears a loud voice echo across the chamber. “Guys, there really is like no good food here. As soon as they release Essek, we’re finding the closest bakery. I’m sure he’s hungry and he needs—”

Jester cuts off suddenly, not unlike her intergalactic messages, and squeaks. “Essek!”

Next he knows, the Nein surround him with their special brand of loving chaos. Tired though he is, he smiles. If he leans a little against Caleb, no one says anything. Eventually, they usher him towards their ship, Fjord in particular taking effort to herd them towards the ramp.

Truly, the strange passage time vexes him — something he proclaims to be the master of slips through his fingers in fits and starts, merely due to overtiredness. He longs to trance. Caleb sits him down on a crate near the ramp as the rest of the crew prepares to leave. The Rogue One crew, as he learns they are called, keep a distance, although Jyn Erso keeps eyeing him from across the way.

Caleb stays at his side, telling him about what they’ve been up to in the past week. He honestly only absorbs about half of it — specifically making note to ask follow up questions about this project with Galen Erso and whether he really will be allowed to work with him.

When the ship is finally ready, Rook approaches him once more.

“Here’s how you can reach me,” he says. “It’s not always reliable but I hear — I hear your friend jester is good with finagling communications across systems. And well, I hear you’re not too bad at that yourself. Anyways. I meant — what I told you.” His eyes dart to Caleb and back.

Caleb snorts. “Ja, I will try to find time to meet with Skywalker.”

Rook grins sheepishly. “Good, good. Well.” He steps back and gives a little nod. “Might Nein. May the Force be with you.”

#critical role #mighty nein #essek thelyss #bodhi rook #shadowgast #mighty nein rogue one au #critrole c2 #star wars au #may the fourth be with you #roguejedi is mentioned but luke is not present #everybody lives EVEN GALEN ERSO #imagine galen caleb and essek in a room together #don't mind if i just put my two favorite characters from different franchises in a conversation together #i stumbled onto a lot of Thoughts with this that i didn't expect #anywayyys #really hope someone out there enjoys this very niche mash up #what's my tag for my niche star wars critical role posts #my writing #fic writing #no beta no editing we LIVE like Mollymauk #star wars critical role mash up #I LOVE NICHE STAR WARS AND CRITROLE REFERENCES LOL #apparently that's the tag for my niche star wars critical role posts #i gotta ... get a better tag #anyways #sw cr

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innytoes · 2 years

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Ok those chaotic prompts are amazing. 19 for polyphantoms?

When Alex told him about his relationship with his band mates, Willie had thought it was kind of cool. He was an open-minded kind of dude, and he could tell they made Alex happy. He'd made sure to reassure his boyfriend that he didn't mind at all, that he was glad he found something that worked for him.

He kind of regretted not asking for a flow chart, though. He wasn't sure if that was rude or not.

As far as he could tell, Luke and Reggie were dating Julie. Bobby was dating Reggie, but not Luke or Julie. Though he might be sleeping with Luke. Julie was dating Flynn, who was dating Reggie and Carrie. Carrie and Luke had this thing where either they hated each other or they were fucking like crazy, and honestly Willie wasn't sure he wanted to know.

And Alex... Willie had no idea who exactly Alex was dating, sleeping with, or what. Obviously not Julie and Flynn, he'd made that much clear. He and Carrie were Ultimate Dance Buddies, which was both adorable and sometimes really fucking hot. He's not sure if Carrie was the one that convinced Alex those short shorts were absolutely essential to learning new choreography but if she did he should get her flowers.

As for the guys, well, they were all so touchy it was almost impossible to figure out who was dating who. Alex and Reggie bickered so much you'd think they didn't like each other, or that they were an old married couple. Luke was known to drape himself over any of the guys, and the fact that Alex didn't shove him off probably meant something, right? And once when he came to pick Alex up for a date, he'd seen Bobby give him such a sweet goodbye kiss he nearly ruined the moment to go 'awwww'.

What was even more confusing was that Willie somehow found himself pulled into their little group until he wasn't entirely sure who he was dating. It had started out pretty clear: Willie was dating Alex, and the rest of the group joked about how he was their 'boyfriend-in-law'.

Except these days, Luke draped himself over Willie just as easily as he did any of the others, and Willie found he didn't really mind. He and Reggie had started going on 'adventures' together that seemed more and more like they might be dates: sneaking into the animal shelter after hours to play with the dogs, going out for ice cream, thrifting to find weird treasures to bring back to the others. And when they all curled up for a movie together, Willie's favourite spot was snuggled up to Bobby, because he knew how to play with Willie's hair just right.

And Alex just watched him with soft eyes and a knowing smile.

Which was why his current situation was so jarring. "Why am I in your phone as Himbo Number Two?" Alex asked, and even though he tried to play it off as a joke, Willie could tell that he was hurt. Which just wouldn't do at all.

"Because clearly you're not the biggest himbo in the band, Hotdog," he tried to explain. He didn't want Alex to think he didn't come first, or anything. "Reggie got his head stuck between the bars of that Basset Hound's cage on our last... adventure."

"It's okay, you can say date," Alex gently corrected him. Willie blinked.

"Really?" he asked, slightly awed at that revelation. So Reggie thought of them as dates too? And he'd apparently told Alex, but not Willie? More importantly, he could have been kissing Reggie this whole time?

Alex laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Really. And since you didn't seem to know that, I feel like if anyone should be labeled Himbo Number Two, it should be you, Speed Bump."

"Okay, now I really need a flow chart," Willie complained. Who knew who else he could be kissing?

#julie and the phantoms #fanfic #willex #the greater polyphantoms polycule #(which is different every time I write it because why not)#willie throckmorton #alex mercer #they're stupid your honour #I wrote a thing #willie asks for a flow chart and probably at least three people come to find out they were dating/weren't just sleeping together or whatever #by the end of it alex has a migraine and Flynn has gone to Julie's room to grab her 18-pack of coloured markers #Flynn just: OKAY SHOW OF HANDS WHO HERE IS DATING LUKE? OKAY LUKE DID YOU KNOW THAT?#She goes over every person and then just to be sure goes through the entire list again #when they finally have everything hammered out #willie goes: okay on to item number two: rank the boys from biggest to least big himbo to settle this conversation between me and alex #FLYNN YOU HAVE THE FLOOR FIRST #(Carrie is LIVING)#reggie is very proud of his title thanks

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