#sunset curve hc

[bbreaddog]

Can’t stop thinking about that video of someone asking their friends what it’s like to have siblings and they immediately give them like 20+ years’ worth of sibling bullshit in 20 seconds and they look confused and shocked the whole time

Anyway Luke is the only one out of sunset curve to be an only child so when he asks what it’s like to have siblings—

#Julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp hc #Luke Patterson #sunset curve #mine

[lokisgoodgirl]

Heirs [Asgard!Loki x Fem.Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki starts your marriage by breaking tradition. Naturally. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Fluff & Smut. Oral. Asgardian HC Lore. Language. Loki POV. (w/c 1.9k)

Loki’s eyes followed the ripples your palms made over the water. Over the curve of your back. The delicate line of your spine. Steam rose in a mist, braiding upwards in the amber glow of sunset through the arched windows.

Sodden rose petals clung delicately to your waist, peppered sporadically on your skin like clean wounds. Beautiful, he thought, letting his robe fall with a rustle around his ankles to the ancient stone of the palace baths.

He smirked as you turned with a splash, instinctually covering your breasts before breaking into a smile. “Husband,” you giggled in greeting. It was the first time you had said it.

The word made him shiver, despite the heat thumping between his legs.

Loki enjoyed the slow crawl of your eyes up his body. You took in every inch of his long legs with the unrestrained hunger of a horny stable-hand, thumbs beginning to subconsciously massage your nipples. There was a flicker of pink as your tongue flashed over your lips, gaze lingering on his cock heavy set between tensed thighs. All yours, my love.

The water was perfectly warm. Hot – but not overly so. Carefully controlled thermal springs which ran into the palace saw to that. With each step into the stilling pool he took, you took a step back.

Even now wed, still ever the tease. Loki’s lips stretched in a mischievous smile, matching your own.

Heat kissed his knees, then his thighs, then his hips– dipping backwards to wet his hair in the perfumed baths. He could feel the weight sink into the tight weaves of his ceremonial braids, wound from his temples, the ends sinking down between floating strands of black. He rose up, rivulets running from his temples down to the nook of his collarbone. The Prince let out a small groan as you reclined on the steps by the side of the pool, only the curve of your mounds visible above gently lapping water. Beautiful.

You bit your lip, resting your elbows on the side. Waiting.

“I might even apologise for interrupting but I believe that would not be the most auspicious start to our marriage,” he coyed, before stopping directly in front of you.

He could feel the cool of your breath against his skin, wafting in teasing waves over the fat tip of his cock protruding from the water. “There will be plenty of time for lies, I'm sure,” you replied with a knowing smile, neck craning up.

Loki shivered again as your lips melded against his stomach, thumbs pressing into his obliques while your fingers curled around his trunk. He could feel droplets roll between his shoulder-blades as his neck tilted back. The feeling of your fingers wrapping around his base of his cock, the gentle suck of your mouth on the thick, swollen head threatening to make his knees buckle. How long he had waited for this. How long you had both waited for this.

“Stop,” he gasped, just as you primed to swallow him whole. Loki would never forget the way your eyes shone with innocent confusion. He looked forward to seeing that moment reflected in your beautiful gaze many times in the coming years. The god bent down, capturing your lips with a messy kiss while he slid beside you on the stone seat concealed beneath the surface.

“Do you know," he began, pausing to brush a thumb over your lips, "that the royal men of Asgard are forbidden from pleasuring their wives with their mouths?” His eyes searching yours, nerves fluttering in his belly. “I have heard it said,” you hummed, curling a thick ebony strand of Loki’s wet hair around your finger. “But it never made sense to me.”

Loki chuckled, leaning forwards to suck gently against your neck.

His tongue would never sate from the taste of your skin. Never. He let out a rasping moan in your ear, one of his hands sliding between your open thighs beneath the water.

The tips of his fingers grazed the plump folds he found, the arch of your back against the terracotta making his shaft twitch against his stomach. “You see, if my tongue is buried between your thighs, wife, it is not my cock.”

“Heirs?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“Heirs.” Loki smirked. You rolled your eyes playfully as his finger trailed lazily down your inner thigh, dragging softly over your knee.

“The most beautiful sounds a woman can make are thus,” he postured casually, leaning one elbow on the side with a fist beneath his temple. Your palms slid teasingly over his stomach, inching further with each time-wasting word. “Firstly, the primal grunt as her blade pierces the flesh of her enemy. And second...”

Loki paused to follow the descent of a particularly fliratatious droplet down the curve of your neck with one long finger, “the shameless groan in her throat as she cums into the mouth of her lover.”

“Is that so?” you said, sliding your hands up over his shoulders. Oil swirling within the heat of the baths made them soft and slick, the lady’s delicate grip against ropes of ferocious muscle making him weaken. Loki felt his brows slant. “You do not believe me?” he murmured incredulously.

The laugh that chimed from your throat made his heart swell.

“My Lord, I am innocent of such things as you well know,” you said, a sarcastic smirk tugging your lips. Loki tutted, playing the game. “I have fought beside you many times, wife. I know that you keep the highest count of men slain by a woman’s hand.”

You nodded thoughtfully, before your head tilted to the side. “I meant the other thing,” you whispered, pressing your lips together. Loki cupped your cheeks as your stare focused on the narrow valley of lapping water between your bodies. He frowned. "Truly?" You nodded. He could feel your cheeks warm beneath his touch. How can it be that a man has never pleasured her so, he thought.

“Then let me show you how black of a steed I truly am in this family of mine,” he heard himself mutter, seeing your chest begin to heave with quickening breaths. “Of all our inane traditions, that is by far the most loathsome.”

The nervous laugh that escaped you bounced to every vault in the high ceilings, sinking through the cross-breeze from the open arches.

“More so than the Ceremony of the Sacred Seed?” you giggled, biting your lip again. Loki nodded, a smile curling one side of his mouth. “The Ceremony is a farce, but this…?” his hands found the curve of your waist beneath the water, lifting you effortlessly to the final step before the bath’s edge. “The waste of my wife’s pleasure from my talents would be unforgivable.”

Water lapped gently at your hipbones while Loki carefully placed your calves over his shoulders. He turned his cheek, placing three kisses gently on wet skin. “Besides, was it not the Ceremony which set our path in motion?” he murmured, before grazing his teeth over your ankle. Your hips bucked upwards, a splash. “At least we may be thankful for that.”

Loki watched in awe as your body leant back against the smooth terracotta ledge, the clear bathwater making rivers and brooks through the creases of your hips. The way your curves stretched and moulded to the stone, fat streaks of water languishing down your supple, oiled skin.

He spread his knees against the bottom step, sinking down. His stomach flipped as your breath hitched, desire roaring behind a demure moan. Your glistening pussy was being lapped by the sway of water, swollen lips revealed and hidden with the graceful tide. Loki hoisted your thighs, positioning you perfectly.

“You know, technically, this is treason against the crown,” he purred teasingly, working sucking kisses up the soft flesh of your inner thigh. He felt them tremble around his neck.

“Husband, please,” you gasped, letting your head drop back. The wet of your hair slopped against the warm stone floor. Loki smirked against your skin, feeling a long breath leave your lungs as his palms lightly gripped your waist. “Very well, Princess-” he smiled.

Loki let his eyes drink in the sight for as long as physics would allow before his lips formed a soft latch to your centre. He stilled, letting you buck into his mouth with a shudder. The warmth of the bathwater lapped at his jaw, liquid silk mingling his tongue with your sex. And like a tame beast, he began a flat ascent up your slit.

The subsequent rattling, gasping cry from your body would never leave him. Surprise, relief, pleasure, freedom – it was all contained in that wordless pitch wavering amongst the bathhouse steam.

He let his tongue curve the softness of your womanhood, hands roaming further up your waist. The curvaceous weight of your breasts cupped in his hands made his cock ache. A vision of sinking himself inside you flashed through his mind, rolling and wrapping in once-pristine matrimonial bedsheets. With every rock of your hips, that delicate pussy crept further from the surface before retreating; never fully submerged but always caressed by the touch of water.

Loki felt your hands slide over his temples, fingers that did not know what to do with themselves playing at his intricate ceremonial braids.

It was tradition for the bride to undo the braiding on the wedding night while her husband rested, utterly spent of course. Of course, Loki thought; as the flat of his tongue pressed against your clit. Your back arched from his palms, an ambrosial moan of his name ringing around the cloisters. But there is time enough for that.

He was vaguely aware of the rumbles of wet enthusiasm bubbling from deep in his throat, the taste of jasmine mingling with the sweet nectar leaking from your entrance. All of it. He wanted all of it. All of her.

Your fingers had knitted into the thick of his braids, pulling his face gently between your thighs. Deeper. Loki smiled against your cunt. He rocked you back, sitting up further on his knees. The god took a breath, pausing to observe the once-forbidden glory of your pussy displayed beneath his loving command.

“How are you mine?” he hummed over your pleasure-drunk form, water dripping from his chin. You melted into his open mouth as he delved down again. His worship was rhythmic, each wax and wane of his talented tongue ringing new wells of praise from your lips. Your hands slid down his glistening biceps, feeling every solid curve and vein on their descent.

He could feel the growing frequency of twitching in your calves, the tense of your thighs as you clung on to the wave of pleasure building in your gut. Gasping, you patted his forearm; but Loki shook his head against your sticky heat.

His eyes rose, seeing your brow furrowed in panicked anticipation. The Prince ran his palms up your thighs from where he knelt, never ceasing his gentle laps against your slit. Relax, my love, it said. I have you.

And with a choked cry of his name, Loki felt a warm well of sweetness against his tongue.

Water splashed against his cheeks as your hips shuddered, your tightened thighs pressing him closer. He slurped, kissing your sex as he would your mouth; massaging the sparks of ecstasy sizzling on every nerve for as long as they could last.

You had dug your fingertips deep into his triceps, riding out your pleasure. As she should, he thought; moaning against your cum-soaked sex. He hoped your enthusiasm would leave bruises. However fleeting.

“My Lord…” he heard you gasp through broken breaths. Loki took a moment to hover before lowering your legs, sinking your hips below the comforting glaze of water. Tendrils of his onyx hair spread on the ripples as you slid down the step to meet his lips with yours.

“My Lady,” he heard himself slur; drunk on the taste of your cum and the tone of your voice, “shall we to bed?”

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, drawing him close. Fingertips played over the wet knotting of his braids, a loving smile tugging at your mouth. “Heirs?” you said, biting your lip.

“Heirs,” he smouldered.

Keep the wedding night journey going with Husband (follow up)

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[shellynelsonlahey]

I always had a Julie and the Phantoms hc where Flynn wants to listen to Sunset Curve so Julie puts their demo on and that’s how they find out it makes her able to see the boys and so they plan on trying to get super mega viral to play the demo for as many people around the world so that even though they’re dead, people can see them 🥺

Plus then I could get a Bobby/Trevor apologizing and explaining that after the boys died, the producers or whatever (I’m not good with how any of that works sorry fjhsakjdf) told Bobby that either he plays Luke’s songs or they’ll give it to other artists and he didn’t want that so while being so confused and hurt and grieving, he recorded the songs as a way to honor Luke but he was always too heartbroken about losing his best friends to hash through it for his own fans.

#Julie and the Phantoms #JATP #luke patterson #Julie Molina #Reggie Peters #Alex Mercer #Headcanons #Trevor Wilson #Bobby Shaw

[michelangelinden]

I have a hc that Alex is the Best at playing hide and seek for no real reason. Luke and Reggie could search for ages and not find him. And it’s (almost) never due to Reggie or Luke having no brain cells and missing somewhere obvious. He somehow wedges into seemingly impossible places and even when they were alive would manage to disappear. They’d never met anyone close to as good at playing hide and seek until Alex… That is UNTIL they meet Willie who is just as good. When they learn this, Alex and Willie start working together and hiding in the same place. Which they definitely don’t use as an excuse for forced close proximity. And when they’re Officially Dating they can pass the time while Reggie and Luke are looking for them with lots of kissing

Incredible headcanon!! I imagine it would go something like this:

People argue that the fun of hide-and-seek is actually finding all the people who were hiding, so you could go again.

Not for Sunset Curve. When they played hide-and-seek it was war. And they all fought as best as they could.

There was no denying that Alex was the best out of all of them though. He was the shortest for almost their entire youth, so he had been able to squeeze himself into the smallest corners or hide under a blanket mountain, blending in seamlessly. But even when he grew taller when they got to their last year of middle school, he was still nearly invisible, still able to squeeze himself into the smallest corners for some reason, and he figured out how to hide his long legs under the blanket mountain too.

It took the others ages to find him, but never once did they lose motivation. It was a challenge. They wanted to beat Alex. But no one was up to Alex's level until Willie came along.

Willie wasn't a particularly good seeker, because they did lose interest at some point (less because he wasn't keen on finding his friends or annoyed at them that they were hiding so well, but they got distracted sometimes, which rather annoyed Willie himself). But they were the world's best hider, finding corners even Alex hadn't considered yet, and Alex finally found his match.

Now it started to frustrate the others a little bit. Because now that they didn't only have Alex they couldn't find, but Willie too, it was nearly impossible to win the game. So in order to make it fair, Luke insisted that Alex and Willie would have to team up when hiding and find a place to hide in together. Reggie agreed with a lot of winks.

Their hope was that because they were now two bodies they had to hide, they had fewer places, but in reality it was Alex and Willie's hiding genius combined, so they always found a place. But they were two bodies they had to hide, so it was usually pretty tight. Alex didn't know if he wanted to party or scream.

The first time it happened was a little awkward, but mostly on Alex's side. They were hiding in a kitchen cabinet, Alex folded together like a lawn chair, Willie sitting opposite him with their legs involuntarily tangled together between them. It was summer and they were both wearing shorts, so there was a lot of leg-to-leg, skin-to-skin contact. Alex felt like his whole body was burning and he was very glad that it was pretty dark in the cabinet so that Willie wasn't able to see the bright blush on his cheeks.

"Comfy," Willie commented in a whisper.

Alex snorted. "You think so?"

"Hm," Willie hummed in response. "You come here often?"

"Are you really flirting with me in a kitchen cabinet?"

(Alex didn't know why he asked that. But he'd known Willie for a couple months now and he was comfortable around them, and knew that they wouldn't take the question too seriously, so he just kinda did.)

"I mean, we gotta spend the time somehow, it's gonna take a while until they find us," Willie explained, then winked.

Alex didn't respond, but he bumped his knee into Willie's. And in a spurt of the moment, he placed his hand on Willie's ankle, over their strawberry socks. He could see Willie smiling in the dark.

The first time they kissed was also in one of their hiding places. This time they were pressed chest to chest behind the bathroom door, trying to stifle their giggles and stay quiet. Alex desperately hoped Willie wasn't able to feel how fast his heart was beating with how close they were. Willie had his hands on Alex's hips (to save space and press closer, Alex told himself) and he had one of his a little awkwardly placed on Willie's arm.

And then Willie kind of just pushed up onto their tiptoes and kissed Alex. A surprise attack. Alex wasn't prepared. So it took him a moment to regain his bearings after Willie leaned back, nervous smile on their face, eyes searching his. Naturally Alex leaned forward and kissed the expression right off their lips.

That was the first time Reggie was able to find them before the rest, because in their excitement Willie's head had bumped against the door and made a sound. But Reggie was more delighted to have found them in the first place than to have found them kissing.

Alex and Willie didn't care about having lost so quickly for once, because oh wow, kissing, that was exciting!

Kissing was fun. Kissing each other was fun. So they kissed a lot. In their rooms, in the garage before band practice, at their lockers or outside the music room when no one was watching, and of course in their hiding spots.

Some spots didn't really allow it. Alex strained his neck so much to reach Willie in the kitchen cabinet again that he couldn't properly turn his head to the left for two days. Or when they were hiding behind a plant pot and they were so cramped that Alex's leg had somehow ended up on Willie's shoulder. Willie had laughed and just cheesily pressed a kiss to his shin.

But then there were places like between the spare couch on the loft and the wall, where they found themselves in an excellent kissing position. Yes, Alex was pretty uncomfortable lying on his back on the hard, dusty wooden floor, but Willie was perched in his lap, propped up with a hand on either side of Alex's head, kissing him stupid.

Now that they were dating and spending their time hiding with making out, Alex was no longer worrying about being in close proximity with Willie. Now he was hoping his lips were soft enough or that his fingertips weren't ice cold when he let them dip beneath Willie's crop top (they often were), or that he didn't accidentally bite Willie's lip (he did once, but Willie just kissed him harder after). They were much better worries, and Willie was always adamant on kissing them right away.

"I know you're making out, I can hear you!" Luke shouted from the ground, still looking for all of them. He huffed. "I just don't know where."

Alex and Willie grinned into their kiss. They weren't going to give Luke a hint. But as long as their kissing didn't tell Luke where they were hiding, they weren't going to stop either. They had this time to themselves and no one could say anything about it.

Hhhhh this was fun to write! And auch a great headcanon, thank you so much!!! A lot of forehead kisses for you 😘😘😘😘

(send me headcanons and I'll give you forehead kisses in return, or maybe a even a drabble)

#this was a delight #someone write a proper oneshot about this please #julie and the phantoms #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp #sunset curve #linden writes stuff #linden answers asks

[little-nobody]

byler headcanon go

omg i love headcanons 🙏

ok so, a big ones I always like to do hc's for are favorite physical feature (plus a bunch if random stuff oopsies I went off)

Hehe oh no...

I like to think that Will really REALLY likes Mike's freckles!

He likes to count them, brush his fingers across the few on his back, stare at them and admire his face.

The people who read that one little fic thing know that I really enjoy having Will compare Mike's body to the galaxy, his freckles being the stars.

Mike has grown to adore this, the moments when they're alone and Will has the feeling to just touch him and shower him with poetic words and feathery touches

Will unintentionally has a way with words, and almost everyone knows it, especailly Mike

Just as he is good with drawing and painting, he is good at writing poetry and wording things in a way that could captivate the reader

Mike, while a great writer, had never been able to live up to that artistic way of writing (he gets jealous sometimes, but turns it into lovingly teasing and compliments)

Will still has nightmares and sees things sometimes, and he writes to Mike or draws pictures because sometimes it can be too hard to say out loud.

Mike keeps these in a binder he hid somewhere in his room (sure, it's sad and rushed art, but it's art Will gave to Mike! He can't just get rid of it!)

For Mike, he wouldn't be able to chose between Will's eyes or his lips...

Mike had always had a staring problem, and it was obvious to literally everyone except for the two of them

Mike has some trouble keeping eye contact; Will's eyes are beautiful, sure, but his lips are also just so pretty to look at

When Mike looks into Will's eyes, it feels nostalgic with a warm tint to it

Like the scene of the basement while playing D&D for hours on end, like sweet goodbyes on the under the Byers yellow-tinted porch light, like stargazing at the highest point in Hawkins, be it with their friends or otherwise.

His lips just remind him of everything good

Soft pink hues like one of those pinkish sunsets, a beautiful curve that fits just right on his face, the way they would move when he would say things as vast as laying his heart out to babbling about things that he likes

Mike could never really say these things out loud, of course, but Will never really asks

While Will is a man of beautiful words, Mike is a man who loves to take physical actions

He loves physical contact; holding hands, hugging will from behind, burying his face in the shorter boy's neck, just holding him in his arms

It gives him a great sense of security, like a reassurance that Will is still there, that he is safe and okay

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #will byers #byler #mike wheeler i know what you are #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x will byers #will and mike #byler fluff #byler hc #byler headcanon #headcanon #stranger things ships #stranger things headcanons #giggling #literally sobbing and crying rolling on the floor #guys im so sorry #i didnt mean to go off on a tangent #i just never get to talk about it #dropping dead and literally go to the funeral home #i am most definetly a romantic #if you couldnt tell

[daintyduck99]

🧠 for Ray Molina,❌, and ✨ because you deserve it

🧠 Pick a character; I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

I do love the HC that Rose and Ray used to be in a relationship with Bobby/Trevor, only for them to have a falling out (usually because they discover that he stole Sunset Curve's music). I'm not usually interested in shipping Trevor with anyone but people have done some really cool things with that particular HC/dynamic

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Answered here!

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment.

Hmmm

I think I have a good balance between action, dialogue, and introspection. Even the stuff I'd call introspection heavy makes a point to return to the action/moment before too too long; I get bored and start skimming when a story gets too reflective (especially when it starts reiterating stuff unnecessarily), so I strive not to write like that. Even the ones that lack dialogue (like this recent Rulie prompt) still have a feeling of immediacy and involvement that I really like.

#writer ask game #thanks for asking <3 #about ash's fics

[aikoiya]

DP HC - The Green Flash

At sunset, the sky sometimes lights up green. This is often called the Green Flash, Green Ray, the Mock Mirage, or M-Mir.

Scientifically speaking this flash is "as the sun sinks its rays start to pass through the temperature inversion. The action of the inversion is most easily understood by concentrating on the interface between the warmer layer and the cool more dense air beneath. Rays passing downwards through it are refracted so that they curve slightly towards the earth. The upper parallel sun ray glances through the inversion and is most strongly curved. To the eye, the ray appears to be coming from a point higher in the sky and it contributes to an upper (and inverted) image of the sun. The lower parallel ray is less deflected and contributes to a lower solar image. In a direction tangential to the base of the inversion layer small vertical differences in ray directions are highly magnified. The normally insignificant green rim of the sun is vertically stretched to produce a green flash."

But mythologically, it's said that this happens when a soul returns to Earth from the afterlife.

The truth is that the Green Flash takes place whenever the mnemonic imprint of a spirit from Earth journeying through the Infinite Realms erodes completely. At which point, they disappear from the IR & reappear back on Earth to be reincarnated as someone new.

This always happens at sundown & is usually due to a large number of souls returning at once. The reason why it's green is due to the burst of ectoplasmic energy that takes place when the unbound souls shift from one universe to another.

No one in the Living Realms knows why it has to happen like this, but when a soul is ready to reincarnate, it disappears, but doesn't immediately reappear in it's home universe. You see, it takes a lot of energy to breach the barrier between universes, so many reincarnating souls must gather, it's suspected in some form of pocket universe, & their soul magic, blue magic specifically which is associated with spacial/gravity magics & teleportation, builds up more & more until, with an ectoplasmic boost, there's enough to carry them all back.

No one knows, specifically, why reincarnating souls only return at sundown.

The truth of the matter is that rebirth deities such as Zagreus gather these souls & use soul magic to take them back to the Living Realms. This sudden appearance creates a great flash of green light in the sky due to the ectoplasm released in the area.

If you want to see my full Ghost Zone Masterlist, go here. You can find out more about ghosts & the reincarnation process from "Explaining the Ghost Zone," watch out, it's a long post.

#dp #danny phantom #ghost zone #infinite realms #ghost lore #reincarnation #green flash #green ray #mock mirage #m-mir #aikoiya hc

[thedeathdeelers]

Ooooo, Juke writer/barista au headcanons?

ooh okay wait

i’m picturing julie working at a coffee shop; the same coffee shop luke used to slyly sneak up to unattended clipboards when music scouts weren’t around to keep an eye on their belongings

i’m picturing luke scribbling on said unattended clipboard one day as he usually does, but new hire barista julie notices him; and immediately asks him what he’s doing. luke is quick to jump back and attempt to lie smoothly but it all goes flying out the window when julie stops listening to him and reads out loud “sunset…..swerve? ..okay” (might have been said in a slightly judge-y tone)

“it’s sunset curve!!!” “oh so you were trying to sneak your band on this list? not cool, dude. people work hard to get on that list”

and luke is offended that this girl he’s never met is judging him and thinking he’s stealing other people’s opportunities and it turns into a full blown debate until julie’s boss throws her a look and she needs to get back to work

luke leaves but can’t stop thinking about that one barista that thinks he’s an ass who doesn’t respect Musicians

so he goes back. but she ignores him. and then goes back again the next day, and then the next and the next until he’s there everyday and julie’s had it — she goes up to him and is about to confront him when she reads the lyrics on the page of his journal that’s facing her, and it’s snippets of unsaid emily. luke notices her and quickly shoves it away but like. julie’s starting to thaw out a little. this dude’s work is full of raw emotion and julie’s softhearted. luke apologises and tries to explain his situation and how he has a deadline to prove to his parents this is the right path for him and that he’s run away but wants to make it before heading back etc and it’s a Moment.

from that day forward luke pops on and heads to his usual spot and julie’s there within a few minutes with his regular drinks and they talk every day. and exchange ideas. and one day she’s helping him with a lyric and sings it quietly and luke’s just like!? YOU’re A MUSICIAN?? BRUH and he’s begging her to sing and asking her to listen to their music and asking her to head to one of their gigs and suddenly they’re meeting up outside of the coffee shop and it feels Real and it’s magic 😌

THE END

HC: luke’s handwriting isn’t that bad in this au julie just wanted to butcher his band’s name that first time to take him down a notch.

it doesn’t take luke very long to ask julie to join their band. not long at all (isn’t this canon tho)

julie would sneakily slip luke’s tips back in his bag when she finds out he’s running low on funds and is still refusing to head home (and is struggling)

julie starts writing in sunset curve’s name in some lists herself

the boys loved julie cause 1. julie and 2. she’d always bring drinks and delicious desserts and snacks from the cafe to every practice 😌

#👀 #thank you! #hope you like it! 🥰♥️ #jatp #juke #ask fics #ask #i did the HCs but i think i did them wrong LMAO

[your-local-baguette]

Haikyu hc: you and him at the beach

( aka: you being sexy af😩😍)

Warning: Slight spoiler for the people who haven't seen the timeskip. Reader has teal eyes

Characters: kenma kozume, suna rintarou, hinata shoyo, akaashi keiji.

Kozume Kenma( timeskip)

His hand slightly carressed your thigh, you quickly interwined your fingers and locked your gaze on his side profile. Kenma had been pretty busy with his company recently and he decided to spend a day at the beach with you. He was currently muting his phone, the screen laid shut on the cover, his gaze turned to lock in yours. You noticed he has been eyeing the little opening of your buttoned shirt, your hand left his for a few seconds, those spent removing the shirt blocking his view of you in a swimsuit. He slightly turned his head to the side, embarrassed, but he couldn't stop himself to give your body a peek. He took off his shirt forcing himself to invite you in the water. You followed him and you both spend a relaxing moment, it wasn't full of water fight, just relaxing on the shore until sunset.

Suna rintarou ( current time )

The twins planned to drag suna at the beach and into the water, but his plan was soon a failure when they saw him with you. Walking next to him in beach sandals opening a drink and handing it to him. He gladly took before sitting under the beach parasol and waiting to lay on your lap. Aran giggled at Atsumu down moral and tried to cheer him up, some of the first years were splashing waters at eachothers while kita was keeping an eye on them. Suna plunged his head or more like used your thigh as pillow, taking a nap immediately. He also snuggled into your stomach as you grabbed a book and waved at his teammates. Mostly kita who was the most respectful out of all of them, he waved back at you while sitting on the shore.

Your hand instinctively made its way to suna hair, tangling your fingers in his free from gel brown locks. Time passed by and it has already been a good thirty minutes you finished your books. Your eyes were just locked on Suna and his sleeping figure, he eyes fluttered opened and his lips curved up as the sight of your endless teal eyes. They could match huanglong travertine pools clear waters. It was captivating, he didn't want to leave them not a for a single second.

Hinata shoyo

Drags you in the water, he kept splashing water at you while his team was laughing. You kind of got fed up and picked him up, throwing him in the water, where it was safe of course, he yelped and when he got back to the surface. He was pouting while it was your turn to giggle, after a while of him pouting, you swimmed over to him underwater and surprised him. Picking him up with a smile, your arms around his waist, his legs wrapped around your waist and clung to you in fear of falling.

being at the beach eith hinata is just another day filled with tons of activities. It alls ends with a deep slumber, both awfully burnt out after a day like this.

Akaashi keiji

It usually just only the two of you, walking on the shore, feets covered in sand, fingers interwined and the sun setting as a background. Its pure silence, just enjoying the other company, taking in the fresh air. Some of the water washing off the sand and then your feets being buried in it again. Occasionally it would end both of you, throwing a bit if water at eachothers but the ocean level only reached your ankles. It was a sweet moment between you two before bokuto barges in and scream akaashi names, you both are a little disappointed but always end up bursting out laughing. Even if akaashi is a respectful man, he did take quite a lot of looks at your cheat, it being translucid because of the water.

But what he did not let his gaze wander off of was your teal eyes, the ones he fell in love with, the ones who held all the love you shared with him..

[jmrothwell]

For the AUs and HCs: A Rulie 101 Dalmations AU?

Hey ASH! Thank you for giving me a chance to watch this cartoon again!!

This one was tricky because like there are two ways to go about it but we will stick with if Reggie and Julie were Roger and Anita:

-Reggie would still be the songwriting bachelor, albeit now he's also playing Bass with Sunset Curve-who are still trying to get that big hit. He gets dragged by his Dalmatian for the fateful collision with Julie in the park.

-Caleb would be Cruella De Vil, and rather than be old school friends it'd be a combination of once upon a time her dad and he knew each other and Julie currently interns at his fashion magazine

-I am not clever enough for it but of course Reggie would write some wonderfully catchy song about how awful Caleb is.

-Horace and Jasper , would either be Dante and Fuego or Trevor and Willie, if it's the latter two, they eventually just say screw Caleb and his bizarre ass scheme. Trevor and Caleb were fine with dognapping they don't know WHY Caleb needed so many dogs but whatever. Once Caleb demands they kill the puppies, well they go screw that noise and help with escape efforts.

-While they wouldn't sell Caleb the puppies there was some consideration in possibly letting member of Sunset Curve or Julie's family have them, on the condition of regular visits. After all 15 puppies and two adult dogs IS a lot for two newlyweds just starting in their respective career choices.

-Of course Julie and Reggie are absolutely devastated when their puppies are dognapped, So in addition to running something in the local news, Flynn takes to social media

-No one knows which triggered the other but suddenly Sunset Curve songs are taking off as well as the social media investment in the missing puppies followed by the two adult Dalmatians running away.

-Regretfully, Trevor and Willie due have some troubles with Pongo and Perdita, because well protective parents really only see strange men with their pups.

-Once all 101 Dalmatians return to Reggie and Julie of course they are ecstatic, then briefly overwhelmed, until Reggie is all screw it, we have some money now, we wanted to get a bigger house anyway why CAN'T we get one big enough to keep all the dogs (and maybe hire some extra hands to help)

#AUs are awesome

[bbreaddog]

By some minuscule chance that someone who likes jatp also like steel train PLEASE this thought has been in my brain since jatp came out and I have been able to share it with no one but this band is back is the road song of sunset curve in this essay I will

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp hc #steel train #sunset curve #not only are they both known for being played acoustically with only one guitar and vocals #but both songs are also just about. being. in the band #THUS having a sense of homecoming. unity. community #a rally call of sorts but not an anthem #something intimate #like an inside joke. something only for them that’s FOR them #I JUST. NEED SOMEONE TO JUST G E T IT #PLEASE #mine

[frogsareallgay]

anyone got any sunset curve hcs for me

#i crave content #julie and the phantoms headcanons #jatp #julie and the phantoms

[bluefirewrites]

Bruh, do you think the boys met because they got grouped together for projects or classroom seating arrangements?

Their last names would be so close alphabetically on a teacher's roster...

#alex mercer #reggie peters #luke patterson #sunset curve hc #jatp hc #julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie and the himbos

[momokyuuu]

dont think about the funerals

tw: death, funerals

dont think about how it takes longer than everybody would like to have a funeral, not bc of planning but bc the pattersons found out luke died a couple weeks later, bc in all of bobby's pain, he forgot to contact them.

dont think about emily's tears, mitch trying to hold her steady but breaking down.

dont think about reggie's family fighting during the funeral.

dont think about how small the boys must've looked, getting lowered into the ground.

dont think about alex's family making sure to do a closed casket bc they couldnt even bare to look at their gay son even in death or not showing up at all, your choice.

dont think about bobby.

dont think about bobby losing a piece of his soul every funeral he plans.

dont think about bobby sobbing at lukes, sniffling at alex, and by reggie's, he's numb. because he's attended three funerals in a row, and all his tears are gone.

dont think about bobby internally fighting to contact the pattersons, worried if he's betraying luke by doing so.

dont think about bobby trying to call alex's family only to have the line cut/door shut.

dont think about bobby trying to talk to reggie's family but reggie's parents keep fighting until bobby just slips outs.

(alternatively, dont think about bobby going to find reggie's family only to catch reggie's mom storming out with a suitcase and a screaming father left behind)

dont think about alex's family urging to cut off his rainbow bracelet.

dont think about the pattersons holding them back.

dont think about the legacies they leave, that will never grow.

dont think about the fans afterwards forgetting sunset curve.

dont think about sunset curve fading.

dont think about sunset curve being a sunset, setting for the last time.

dont think about the fans trying to keep sunset curve's legacy alive, only to let it fade, to give up.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp headcanons #angst #tw: death #tw: funerals #bobby/trevor wilson #bobby/trevor wilson headcanons #alex mercer #alex mercer headcanons #reggie peters #reggie peters headcanons #luke patterson #luke patterson headcanons #sunset curve #sunset curve headcanons #sunset curve hc #sunset curve hcs #sorry about the angst <3 #i actually typed this up on a jatp server #and wanted to post it but forgot t #to* #whoops #love you!!!! #see i still make content! #and i can provide angst besides dahlias!! #:) #fairy speaks #jatp hc #jatp hcs

[jaskiers-sweetkiss]

Break Your Little Heart by Sunset Curve

Warnings: references to Alex’s parents’ homophobia and they boys’ poor home lives

A/N: the other day in the ghost squad server we were talking about Break Your Little Heart by All Time Low and how it’s 100% a Sunset Curve song and idk the conversation was really sticking with me today so I decided to run with it. Please enjoy my headcanon of how Break Your Little Heart by Sunset Curve came to be. 

Masterlist

The song started as a joke with an innocent enough comment from Alex

“One day they’re going to find out I’m gay and it’ll break their little hearts”

It had been said with a scoff and an eye roll followed by a lighthearted smirk. After all, he had said it before he had begun to actually be pressed about having to keep his sexuality, a whole part of his identity, a secret from his parents

Luke had laughed as well, following Alex’s comment up with one of his own:

“Yeah and some day my mom will have to deal with the fact that I’m not going to work some regular nine-to-five.” 

Reggie and Bobby had been quick to join in as well, each having their own issues with their parents

It wasn’t uncommon for the four of them to air their grievances in this way, with exasperated smiles and lighthearted tones. They were young, and none of it seemed to serious back then

But Alex’s comment that day had inspired Luke and over the next couple weeks he scribbled lyrics into his notebook 

When he presented the skeleton of a song to the boys they all loved it

Soon enough they had fully formed verses about each of their situations to sandwich the chorus 

It started as a joke 

A musical outlet for their home issues that didn’t seem like too big of a deal

Of course it didn’t stay that way

As the years passed by their problems with their families became increasingly more serious culminating in Luke permanently moving into their practice studio and the other three boys spending more nights there than not

The song isn’t a joke anymore

When they play it it’s played with raw unfiltered emotion 

It’s cathartic in a way. They pour their entire beings, all their anger and guilt and disappointment and even their love into each run through

Then one day Reggie suggests they actually play it in a gig

It is probably one of their best songs, and they’ve certainly played it enough to not have to worry about performing it

The guys all agree but none of them are comfortable sharing those stories with an audience so Luke gets to work changing the lyrics

Break Your Little Heart becomes Sunset Curve’s top breakup song

Audiences love it, so they keep playing it

It never loses its raw emotion, the boys still pouring everything they have into it

To audiences it may be a breakup song, but to them it’s so much more

JATP Taglist: @meangirlsx @morganayennefertyrell @n0wornever @bright-molina @s-h-a-d-o-w-s @calamitykaty

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp headcanons #jatp hc #sunset curve #sunset curve hc #bobby wilson #alex mercer #luke patterson #reggie peters

[nicknellie]

I like to imagine that when Luke came out to the boys through My Name Is Luke, that inspired Alex to do two things: come out to the boys himself, and do it through music. But where Luke poured his heart and soul into every word of that song, Alex did a drumroll for far too long, whacked the cymbal, and said “I like dudes” in the most monotone voice with a completely straight face the whole time

#okay maybe not ‘completely straight’ but you catch my drift #there was still a lot of debate about whose coming out was more dramatic #jatp #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #julie and the phantoms #bobby jatp #sunset curve #julie and the himbos #jatp hc #jatp headcanons #headcanons #i dont play drums so i probably got the terminology wrong but you know what i was going for #also he thought long and hard about the whole thing #like he sat down in his room and was like hmmm how can i do this in the best way possible #five hours later that popped into his head and he was like Yes.