JatP Masterlist— Updated 7/30/24
I think I finally have enough work posted that I can warrant making this. Ao3 here. Askbox and DMs are always open for prompts/hcs/conversation!
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Stand-Alones
a crack in the ceiling (trace it back to my heart):
There was not one winter while Luke was alive where he didn't get sick. Now that he's a ghost, he's not even sure if he can, but he's going to do everything in his power to make sure he doesn't.
But then, when Julie gets sick, not even Luke's concerns over his own health can keep him away.
Previously titled "This Time Around."
Chapters: 4/4
Word Count: 9,030
my healing needed more than time: (part 7 of Parenting Verse Series)
Trevor Wilson emerges through the curtain into the backstage area, the thick fabric muffling the roaring of the crowd in the concert hall at his back as it falls closed. The second he crosses the threshold, the mask falls away and Award-Winning Rockstar Trevor Wilson becomes Bobby, twenty-three-year-old high school dropout who can barely hold a conversation with another human being after spending all day appealing to the masses.
It doesn’t help that he’s got a cold. — Or, Bobby’s sick on tour. Ray and Rose move heaven and earth to make sure he doesn’t have to suffer alone.
Chapters: 2/2
Word Count: 10,388
as long as i’m here (no one can hurt you): with thessalonike
For some inexplicable reason, it was Bobby that Reggie pulled aside after rehearsal a few weeks ago and said, “Hey, man, so… my folks are going out of town? And it's the first time they've ever left me alone, they think I'm gonna mess it up, and I've got my kid brother to look after...”
And before he knew it, Bobby was being talked into house sitting, babysitting, and Reggie-sitting all in one fell swoop.
He has no idea what he's getting into.
Chapters: 8/8
Word Count: 45,922
let’s make a map of what matters most: (part 9 of Parenting Verse Series)
A snapshot into two Father's Days in the life of Ray Molina.
Part One: Father's Day 1995: Bobby Part Two: Father's Day 2010: Carrie (ft. Trevor and Julie)
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,050
used to the turbulence i wore long sleeves:
Usually, Luke would rather die than lounge around in long sleeves—they make him feel trapped and constricted, make his arms feel itchy and uncomfortable. He likes his limbs to be free, likes to feel the air on his skin, likes to be able to stretch and move and get messy without ruining his clothes.
But on nights like this, when he just needs to feel like something safe and warm is giving him a hug without having to actually go and hug somebody, he puts his dad’s flannel on.
Because sometimes, Luke wants to be held without actually having to be touched. When he’s scared or upset and hands feel like they burn on his skin, sleeves are safe. Sleeves help. — Or, 5 times Luke wore sleeves when he was uncomfortable, and 1 time he wore them when he wasn't.
Written for JATP Big Bang 2021.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 6,364
Featuring amazing playlist by @sunsetcurvecuddles
i’d ask for my time back (i’d want you to know that):
All this to say—Carrie sits in on their rehearsals sometimes and judges Luke’s clothing choices, Triple Threat has their very own Instagram page, and Alex may or may not be taking weekly dance lessons from Dirty Candi.
And when he mentions all of this to Willie, paired with an offhand comment about how it’d be a lot easier to hang out at Carrie’s house if he didn’t have to deal with her dad all the time, Willie frowns and says, “And… remind me what your beef is with that guy?” — Or, Alex tells Willie the whole Bobby story. And Willie.... doesn't get it.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2,461
Mrs. and Mrs. Schaefer: wedding gift for @sunsetcurvecuddles and @where-you-go
Luke tugs gently at Mr. Schaefer’s sleeve, silently begging him to do something before this turns into an all-out altercation. Slowly, his boss steps forward, hands raised calmingly. “Now, ladies, I’m sure we can all work something out in a civilized manner. Can you start by telling me just what this is about?”
The women both turn to him and speak in perfect unison: “I want to ask for your hand in marriage.”
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 3,501
the most difficult and meaningful work we’ll ever do: birthday gift for @joyandthephantoms
Slowly, Julie closes her textbook and scans her room for any sign of disturbance. Everything appears to be in order, nothing out of place, but there’s something in the air—a chill, a warping, a presence.
Julie doesn’t know if she should be scared. She wouldn’t know how to recognize Caleb Covington even if she tried, much less defend herself from him. She hopes she won’t have to any time soon, so without a whole lot of other options, she says into the ominous silence, “Willie?”
Her curtains flutter, like there’s a breeze even though the window’s closed. Julie scrambles to lay her notebook open on the bed, her pencil in easy reach, and then she sits back with her hands in her lap and watches in wonder as the pencil lifts itself and starts to scrawl across the page.
Hey, firecracker.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,555
come on and make me feel alright again: (my) birthday gift for @pink-flame
Luke’s smile is wide and genuine, with none of the tightness it sometimes has when he’s forcing it. For once, there’s no sadness behind his eyes, no secret hiding on the back of his tongue. He says he’s okay, and Bobby believes him.
“Great.” Bobby’s voice is barely a whisper. Luke’s face is so close to his. His eyes are bright in the darkness, and his lips are right there. Bobby swallows. “We should… we should probably go to sleep now, huh?”
“We could,” Luke agrees, those damn lips curling into an infuriating smirk. “Or we could…”
So, like a lot of nights have in the last few months, this one ends with Luke and Bobby cuddled up close together in Bobby’s bed at four o’clock in the morning, not quite kissing but pretty fucking close. Luke falls asleep with his face buried in Bobby’s neck, their legs tangled together beneath the blanket, his breath warm on Bobby’s skin.
Bobby doesn’t sleep a wink.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 3,060
life is not a love song we can try: with sunsetcurbed
“Are you guys done flirting, or can we get back to rehearsal?”
“We’re not—we’re not flirting.”
Written for JATP Ficstorming Server Buddy Event.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,660
i’m starting to think i like the sound of you:
“Sorry,” Alex says right away, his shoulders up at his ears, his gaze trained resolutely on his shoes. He’s not wearing his usual hoodie and cap, just a thin yellow t-shirt and jeans, his bangs hanging over his eyes. “I know it’s late.”
“You rang the doorbell at the crack of dawn,” Bobby reminds him, and then regrets it immediately when Alex’s shoulders stiffen. “Dude, what’s going on? Are you okay?”
Alex straightens up, finally meeting Bobby’s gaze, his expression scarily neutral. “‘Mfine. I just… I’ve had a really bad week, and I… I needed to get out of there, and… Can we just go somewhere? For the weekend? Please?”
Written for JATP Fic Raffle 2021.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 3,781
fixed on a moment just out of focus: birthday gift for @arolou
Luke’s laughing, despite himself, as he waves them out the door, but as soon as he turns back to face the studio, the grin drops off his face. Because Bobby’s still sitting perched on the arm of the couch where he’d been during rehearsal, his guitar balanced on his lap, chewing on his thumbnail. His eyes are a little glassy, a little unfocused, trained somewhere in the middle distance. As Luke watches, he moves his hand, and a bead of crimson forms on his thumb before splashing onto the body of his guitar.
“Shit,” Luke says from across the room. “Bobby, you’re bleeding.”
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2,032
wouldn’t you love to love him:
It’s just then that the Green Room door bursts open, making all three of them jump, and Reggie stumbles in, his guitar case flying behind him.
“Sorry, guys!” he gasps, doubled over as he catches his breath. “I—I lost track of time.”
Luke stares at him. Reggie’s flushed an ugly red, panting like he ran a mile, even though their first-floor motel room is literally next door to the club. His clothes look rumpled, his bass barely zipped into its case, and when he straightens up, his apologetic grin contains significantly less wattage than usual.
Most concerning of all, though, is that Reggie’s hair lies limp across his forehead, unstyled and slightly damp, and Reggie hasn’t immediately sought out a mirror to fix it.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 5,054
i’ve been asking everyone, “how long do you think the ache will last?” (they don’t know yet):
Luke swallows, ducks his head so he’s staring directly down at the dizzying concrete below, and breathes, “Hi, Bobby.”
“Luke,” his voice responds after a brief pause, low and gruff and so familiar it sends shivers across Luke’s skin. “Good to see you’re talking to me again.”
“Who said I was?” Luke snaps, turning his head but stopping short of actually looking at Bobby. “I’m still pissed at you, man.”
“And yet you told the guys you’d talk to me today.”
“I told—I said I’d think about it.”
Bobby doesn’t say anything for a really long time; all Luke can see of him is his hands, splayed out against the tiles, and the dark denim of his jeans. Luke doesn’t let the quiet get to him, doesn’t let himself feel guilty or jealous or annoyed.
He’s right, he knows he is. The fact that Bobby’s here in the first place has got to be proof of that.
Written for JATP Ficboard Challenge.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,570
Featuring amazing moodboard by @a-tomb-with-a-view
ain’t it something how we manage on the line: (part 3 of Parenting Verse Series)
He’s got two options here. He could lie, for no reason other than to defuse the situation as quickly and cleanly as possible, and there might even be a chance Bobby would believe him, because as much as he hates to admit it, Ray is a really good liar when he wants to be. Or, he could tell the truth and admit that he’s been reading and buying psychology books to try to understand the mental illnesses Bobby definitely has.
He really doesn’t want to lie. But he also doesn’t want to make things worse.
Before he can make a decision, Bobby picks up the book again. He holds it open with one hand, his thumb and pinky finger bracing the bottom of the page, and places his other hand gently on Ray’s knee. “I know,” he says, even though Ray never actually told him anything. “Did you have any luck?”
Now it’s Ray’s turn to be confused. “Luck with…?”
“The book.” Bobby doesn’t look away from the open page, and his expression is hard to read again. “Did you find a way to fix me?” — Previously titled "pain is something how we manage on the line" because I can't process song lyrics to save my LIFE.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,610
it took a lot of time and all my powers of persuasion:
“Your stalker’s here,” Alex notes, peering through the curtain at their audience for the night. “I think she made you a cake.”
“Ooh, really?” Reggie pushes past to stick his head out of the wings. Sure enough, Lydia’s standing in the front row in a low cut dress the color of Reggie’s bass, holding a big Tupperware container in the size and shape of a sheet cake. Reggie grins, hoping it’s chocolate flavored, then belatedly remembers to add, “And she’s not a stalker, she’s very nice.”
“She is a little creepy, Reg,” Bobby offers from behind them, sounding like he already regrets contributing to the conversation at all. “I’m pretty sure she figured out where you live.”
“She did not.” Reggie turns around to glare at him, hands still fisted around the curtain leg to hold it open. “I told her where I live, there’s a huge difference.”
“Oh my god, you’re going to get yourself kidnapped,” one of his friends mutters.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 3,312
you speak your mind and you cannot take it back: with foundfamilyvevo, weneedglitter, RadioFreeHayden, and thessalonike
Five authors wrote 500 words on the same prompt: Julie and "unexpected joy." The challenge for you, lovely readers, is to guess which author wrote which chapter!
Chapters: 5/5
Word Count: 2,600
something felt so wrong here (so i prayed):
The tradition begins exactly seventeen days, fourteen hours, and thirty-seven minutes after Rose Molina’s death. It takes almost that long for Carlos to stop crying, for Julie to speak more than a few polite words at a time, and for Ray to step foot inside his late wife’s studio.
And even then, he almost breaks down right there on the threshold.
But he promised himself—months ago, when Rose was first diagnosed—he promised himself and his sister-in-law and his kids that he would keep it together once Rose was gone. He would keep it together and keep his family afloat and not let anyone know how much he just wants to lie down and cry.
So he doesn’t lie down and cry. He takes a deep breath, swallows it all back, and prays. — Or, 5 times someone prayed to Rose Molina and 1 time they didn't.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2,674
a second chance to take it slow: birthday gift for @thatbitchmabel
The bell above the door chimes, signaling someone’s entrance, and Julie and Luke both freeze, their heads snapping toward the front of the café. Julie has barely registered Emily Patterson when Luke’s breath catches next to her, and she grabs his hand before he can even think about poofing out.
“Over here, Mrs. Patterson!” Julie calls, raising a hand, and when Emily turns to look, Julie sees the blood drain from her face.
If the murderous grip on her hand is any clue, Luke is looking much the same.
Julie’s heart beats fast, but she doesn’t let herself back down. This is for the best. This is for Luke.
Emily slowly approaches their table and sits down next to Julie without taking her eyes off her son for a second. She hangs her purse off the back of her chair, takes her coat off, swallows, and whispers, “Hi, Luke.”
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 840
your sums and pieces are enough to make you whole: end of year gift for @wr0temyway0ut
“It’s just that not that much has changed,” Willie finally admits in a voice quieter than Alex has heard it in a really long time. “Even after everything… I still can’t shake the feeling that he’s going to come back, that I’m going to look over my shoulder and he’ll be standing there waiting for me. I can’t stop feeling like he’s going to call for me at any second and that I won’t have any choice but to follow.”
“But he won’t,” Alex insists. “He can’t, Willie, he’s gone, you know that.”
“I know. And when I’m with you and your friends, I remember that, I promise, it’s just… when I’m alone… skateboarding or screaming in museums or any other thing I love to do, I can’t help remembering that I loved to do them then too, that he never stopped me, he just called me home to the club as soon as I was done. He threatened… a lot… to take it all away from me, but he never did, and… I don’t know. It doesn’t make sense. But I just can’t do that stuff anymore. It’s all too… the same. If I’m gonna believe, really believe, that things are different, then I need them to be different."
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2,146
who knows where it’s at:
It takes a little over an hour for Luke to realize he’s made a mistake.
Rehearsal starts out really well. Luke, Alex, and Reggie get a head start on a new song Luke’s been working on, and the bassline Reggie comes up with is just brilliant, and Alex helps Luke tweak the lyrics a bit so they’re not too similar to his last song, and it just feels good, the music feels right. And Bobby even helps (usually, he doesn’t bother), offering supportive commentary and trying out the chords that Luke throws out cause he’s too lazy to pick up his guitar. They write a whole song in, like, thirty-five minutes, and they only have to play through it once for Luke to be convinced it’s their best one yet.
He almost manages to forget he’s hiding something altogether.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,626
haven’t you heard what becomes of curious minds: based on We Found Wonderland by ICanSpellConfusionWithAK
She shoots awake in a cold sweat, her heart going a thousand miles an hour. The dream is already fading from her memory, but her fingers still tingle with the remnants of Luke’s warmth, and alarm bells are ringing loudly in the back of her mind, pushing against her common sense with the knowledge that Luke—that Luke, the Luke of her dream—was one hundred percent a ghost.
And in all of the timelines, all the realities Julie’s lived in… She’s never been able to touch Luke when he was a ghost.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,878
when the sun came up you were looking at me:
Monday morning, Bobby’s not in first period English.
Now, there are any number of reasons why this could be the case. He could’ve forgotten to set his alarm and overslept. He could’ve decided to skip school because his dad went out of town and he wanted to enjoy having the house to himself while it lasted. He could just be running late because his car broke down and he’s stranded on the side of the road until roadside assistance can reach him.
That last one’s not exactly reassuring, but Alex’s brain presents it as an option.
But the most likely reason for Bobby being absent is the one Alex can’t stop thinking about.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2,297
climbed up the rough side and got tough at times:
For a moment, lying there in bed listening to her husband breathe, Emily can almost convince herself it was all a dream. That her son is still missing. That she’s still doing everything in her power to avoid mourning him. That Alexander Mercer and Reginald Peters are still alive.
But the shock blanket that the police brought Luke home with is still sitting on a chair across the room. The knitting Emily abandoned when she saw the flashing lights out her living room window is piled on the dresser. And she’s never been a particularly imaginative person—she could never come up with a nightmare as awful as last night’s reality.
Now, she has to face the morning, whatever it entails. She has to be strong. For her husband, for her son.
And for the boy Luke brought home with him.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 3,840
cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind: with weneedglitter
Bobby doesn’t know if it’s seconds or days before something finally breaks the quiet of the Dark Room other than his own labored breathing. At first, he’s too confused to recognize it—he looks around, expecting some form to appear out of the black—but the longer he sits there, his head spinning, the clearer the distant voice becomes.
And with it, music. Music he knows better than he knows himself. Music that he owns, but that doesn’t belong to him.
He thinks it’s Luke singing, up until the moment the ground drops out from under him. — Bobby dies in 1998 and appears in a teenage girl's bedroom twenty-one years later. Julie Molina just lost her mother, and she's the only person who can see him.
Chapters: 9/9
Word Count: 39,459
i’ll try something that i’ve not before (and like myself a little more now): birthday gift for @joyandthephantoms
She can’t deny, she has noticed a difference in Carrie’s personality in the last few months. Dirty Candi didn’t break up, supposedly, but each of its members has started exploring her solo career, and their front woman has been suspiciously absent from the spotlight since Julie and her Phantoms played the Orpheum. It’s been months since Flynn or Julie was accosted in the halls or teased in class. Julie has been grateful, of course, but she can’t say she’s thought much about Carrie’s personality shift beyond that.
Which, honestly, she feels kinda bad about. They did use to be friends.
“Jules?” Flynn prompts gently, nudging Julie’s foot with their toe. “Are you mad at me?”
Julie nudges them right back. “Hey, no, of course not. In fact…” She lets out a (probably overdramatic) sigh. “What’s Carrie doing tonight? You should invite her to join us.”
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,647
it’s strong and it’s sudden and it’s cruel sometimes: with A_Tomb_With_A_View
He gets little inputs of sensation—a soft towel squeezing the rain out of his hair, squishy antibiotic cream and cheap plastic Band-Aids being pressed to the cuts on his face and knees, voices of varying pitch and levels of concern sifting in and out of his periphery.
Finally, Nick feels something press to his lips and cold, clear water explodes over his tongue. He reaches clumsily for the cup and tries to tilt it back farther, but a voice murmurs, “Chill out, man, you’ll make yourself sick. Small sips,” and he doesn’t know how to disobey.
The water helps Nick get some of his bearings back, though he thinks that might be his brain lying to him more than any actual restorative effects. He opens his eyes to find his vision has finally steadied itself. He’s sitting up against the arm of a couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders, and there are four boys around his age crouched in front of him: the tall Asian guy who met him at the door, and…
“You’re supposed to be holograms,” Nick says stupidly to the three other members of Julie’s band.
A voice in the back of his head corrects, They’re supposed to be dead.
Written for JATP Big Bang 2022.
Chapters: 7/7
Word Count: 26,448
Featuring Nick/Bobby moodboard and Nick&Carrie moodboard by @emeraldrain55
don’t get too comfortable (next time you turn around):
Two and a half songs later, the door attached to the house swings open, and Bobby finally appears at the top of the small flight of stairs. He’s got his guitar, and he says, “Sorry, guys,” the second Luke signals for Alex and Reggie to stop, but there’s definitely something off about him. The years-old bags under his eyes that he tells fans are eyeliner stains are even more pronounced than usual. He’s still in his pajamas, a housecoat and slippers thrown on like he’s eighty. He moves slowly down the stairs and slings his guitar strap over his head with a wince. Luke’s skin crawls with worry.
But instead of expressing concern like a good friend, or even like a normal human, Luke says, “Where the hell were you?” and it comes out harsher than he meant it to.
Written for JATP Big Bang 2022.
Chapters: 9/9
Word Count: 50,000
Featuring Nick moodboard, Lukebobby moodboard, Chapter Two art pieces, Chapter Six art piece, Luke moodboard, and Bobby moodboard by @sunset-bobby.
dreams aren’t found, they’re made: birthday gift for @whenweremarried
“You okay?” Alex says softly after a few minutes of them sitting in silence together. “‘S late.”
“I like the nighttime,” Willie assures him.
“Two a.m.’s barely even nighttime any more,” Alex says sleepily. “‘S like. Pre-morning. Special sleep time.”
“Oh, yeah?” Willie teases. “As opposed to regular sleep time?”
Alex holds him a little tighter and nuzzles his face into their back. “Exactly, you get it.”
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 671
i’ll be your quiet afternoon crush (be your violent overnight rush)
He can’t deny he’s got some mixed feelings about Nick. Part of him says he should like the kid purely because Luke doesn’t—and because Luke’s reasons for not liking him are thinly-veiled misplaced jealousy at best—but the rest of him can’t help but be wary. Wary because Nick was Caleb for longer than Alex has been alive in the 21st century, and because he hurt Willie when he was possessed, hurt all of them, and yet Willie has been so quick to trust him, so quick to love him, to include Nick in every inch of his after-afterlife like nothing was ever wrong, like Nick deserves it.
Someone has to keep their guard up, in case Nick’s soul isn’t as saved as they all thought, and if it’s not going to be Willie, then it has to be Alex.
But, God. What little Alex can see of Nick’s face from this angle looks pale, his closed eyes deeply shadowed. Even snuggled up to Willie, he looks tense, like he can’t afford to truly relax, not even in his sleep. One of his hands is curled into a loose fist and resting just over Willie’s heart. He looks almost… cute. Safe. As safe as he can be, anyway.
Written for SLS Rarepair Fest 2022.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,827
a hand to your darkness so you won’t be afraid: for Anonymous
Prompt from tumblr: Bobby/Alex with suicidal!Alex.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 736
as the years go by: for @bbreaddog
Prompt from tumblr: Childhood friends Luke and Bobby play a prank on Alex and Reggie.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 632
i could die tomorrow (you’d be close behind): for @myhandinyours
Prompt from tumblr: Close Behind by Noah Kahan.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,034
All Too Well Series
i might be okay but i’m not fine at all:
In the Dark Room, Luke doesn’t let himself think about everything they left behind. A line of fans crowded outside the Orpheum, sure—he definitely doesn’t let himself think too hard about them—but also his mom and dad, still praying he’ll come home one day, or Mr. Schaefer from the Music Store, who buys Luke lunch three times a week and ignores the Missing posters with his face on them splattered across town and agreed to pay him in cash and not ask for his real name, or Bobby.
More than anything, Luke doesn’t let himself think about Bobby. — Or, Bobby might have been "that vegetarian" to Reggie and "our rhythm guitarist" to Alex, but to Luke, he was an integral member of Sunset Curve, and Luke's best friend.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 59,411
Featuring amazing gifs by @pink-flame
it reminds you of innocence (you can’t get rid of it):
He doesn’t look at Bobby. Because he hasn’t really looked at Bobby, hasn’t really let himself, since they had their last big fight, since Luke shoved aside his own wants and feelings for the sake of the band and pushed Bobby away, gave Bobby up. Luke plays for his cheering crowd, through one song and then another and then a whole rocking set, and he doesn’t look directly at Bobby once. — Or, Bobby has an allergy attack during a show, and Luke's the only person who knows how to take care of him, even if he and Bobby don't do that for each other anymore.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 5,026
i walked through the door with you:
He always has secrets these days, from everyone but himself, and he likes Reggie, even if they don’t spend a whole lot of time together without Luke there to act as an over-enthusiastic buffer. He likes that Reggie knows when to joke and when to be serious, that he means everything he says even if what he says is a little silly, that he’s quick to love, slow to judge, and treats Alex’s anxiety as an emotion to curb and not a problem to fix.
Reggie is one of Alex’s best friends, just as much as Luke is. Alex likes Reggie, loves Reggie even (though he is very much decidedly not in love with Reggie), and he trusts Reggie—or at the very least he wants to.
But none of that changes the fact that Alex doesn’t know what possesses him to say, “Reg, I think I have a crush on Luke.” — Or, Alex comes out to Reggie first.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 6,781
autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place:
It feels so stupid to say out loud, when none of them have before. So stupid that Bobby feels his face flush hot no matter how hard he tries to stop it. But he’s not an idiot, and he’s not blind. The only reasons he’s in Sunset Curve at all are because he had an open garage, because his guitar playing doesn’t totally suck, and because Luke fought for him. Because Luke is Bobby’s friend.
Alex and Reggie… aren’t. — Or, Bobby gets to be Alex and Reggie's friend as a treat.
Chapters: 3/3
Word Count: 6,357
check the pulse and come back swearing it’s the same:
Weeks go by, and despite Julie’s gentle nudges and not-so-subtle hints, Luke just can’t get himself to suck it up and go talk to Bobby.
Not because he doesn’t want to—not really, anyway—or at least, he doesn’t think he doesn’t want to. If he’s being honest, he’s been going back and forth with himself about it, ignoring Reggie’s worried looks and Alex’s judgmental sighs. He wants to fix things—wants to clear the air, absolve himself of guilt, get his friend back.
But nothing he says or does can undo the last twenty-five years. — When Bobby’s alarm went off, the morning of July 22, 1995, he almost didn’t get out of bed. He just lay there and thought about what would happen if he called the boys up and said he was sick or something and couldn’t play. He thought about what would happen if he punched a wall and broke his hand so that he actually couldn’t play. He thought about what would happen if he just locked his bedroom door and pulled the covers back over his head.
But eventually, he shoved his feelings down and dragged himself out of bed. Because his boys needed him. They might not all want him. But they needed him. For the music.
Luke had made that perfectly clear.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 12,500
All Too Well Splinterverse Series
cause there we are again in the middle of the night:
Only a few moments later, though, Bobby nudges Luke’s side with his foot and says into the darkness, “Hey, but seriously, bro, you doing okay? I see you’ve got your sleeves on.”
Luke opens his eyes again just so he can glare, first at Bobby and then at the annoyingly telling sleeves of the brown plaid flannel he’d put on after rehearsal only because he kept shivering in just his tank top. “I’m not upset about anything,” he promises. “Just wasn’t feeling good.” — Or, Luke gets sick while living in the studio. Bobby does everything he can to help. They're both just a little bit in love with each other and don't know how to admit it.
Takes place within the universe of i might be okay but i'm not fine at all, but can technically be read as a standalone.
Chapters: 7/7
Word Count: 28,422
Sleeping at Last Series
build a new silhouette in the skylines up ahead: (part 1 of Parenting Verse Series)
Rose drinks her coffee and rubs soothing circles into Bobby’s back, feeling the too-thin, too-cold planes of his shoulder blades. A shudder runs through him that might be from the cold, the touch, or something else entirely. Rose meets Ray’s gaze over the boy’s head, sad and sympathetic and more worried than either of them has any right to be at 21 and 23. They may be older than Bobby, but they’re practically still kids themselves, and yet somehow in the last month they’ve taken this frail, broken boy under their wing, and sometimes they don’t know how to help him, don’t know if they can, but other times, like this, just being there for him is enough.
Title from i'll keep you safe by Sleeping at Last.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2,273
to believe in the ghost of unbroken love: (part 4 of Parenting Verse Series)
Ray whispers a litany of Spanish reassurances Bobby doesn’t understand as he holds him close and rubs his back. He doesn’t ask what’s wrong, doesn’t ask Bobby to explain or apologize, and yet somehow the words come out anyway, Bobby somehow able to say them with his eyes closed and his face hidden in Ray’s shirt, words he hasn’t even been able to think to himself yet, much less say out loud.
“I think I’m in love with both of you.”
Ray’s hands still on Bobby’s back. And then Ray doesn’t laugh at him. But he kind of laughs at him. — Or, Bobby's not bisexual he just has mommy issues.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2,714
i’ll take my heart clean apart (if it helps yours beat): (part 6 of Parenting Verse Series)
Ray catches sight of him the second they pull onto the right street, Rose’s headlights illuminating the cluster of people huddled on the side of the road. You’d think this was the party, all these B-list celebrities in their designer clothes drinking beer and God knows what else out of plastic cups, if it weren’t for the bright pink Porsche sitting crushed-fender-first in the ditch next to them.
And right in the middle of the crowd, lounged back on the dewy grass like he’s tanning, is Bobby. Sunglasses on. Drink in hand. Blood drying along his hairline. Laughing and flirting with his friends without a care in the world. — Or, Bobby is struggling. Ray and Rose are just trying to help.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 3,065
Life Series
definition of perfect: (part 13 of Parenting Verse Series)
His voice is rough from overuse, and a little shaky from the effort of speaking after such an emotionally draining day of meetings with the label, where he had to put on a happy face and be not just put together but Full Celebrity Material. Rose tuts a little, leans in to undo the top few buttons of Trevor’s dress shirt, like that’ll help him feel a little less choked.
“Ray just left to pick them up from Jim’s,” she explains, patting his chest until he drags in a deep breath. “They wrote a song together that they wanted to show him. But they’ll be home soon.”
Trevor nods, resists the urge to go to the window and watch until Ray’s car pulls into the driveway. He trusts Ray with his life, and with his daughter’s, every minute of every day. Schaefer’s Music Store is less than ten minutes away, off of back roads that don’t receive a whole lot of traffic. They’ll be fine. They’ll be safe.
He just won’t be able to completely relax until they’re home, that’s all. — Or, Trevor comes home from a long day, needing quiet and calm. His family provides it for him.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,600
there is so much to tell you: (part 20 of Parenting Verse Series)
Julie glances up at him, musters up a shaky smile, and takes the remote to switch on Mulan. There are any number of things she could say to him, or to Alex and Reggie—thank them for the honor of choosing the movie, tell them why she thinks they’ll like this one in particular, invite the other boys to join her and Luke on the couch before he gets the idea to stretch his gangly legs all over everything. But she feels like her heart is in her throat, like her voice box isn’t working, like she’s back in Ms. Harrison’s music class staring down at her own hands on the piano but physically unable to sing.
She can’t talk. She doesn’t know why. She just… can’t. — Or, the boys are a lot. Julie's trying her best, but she can't quite figure out what's bothering her. Can be read as a standalone.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 4,061
as your heart measured in mountains fell and climbed: (part 14 of Parenting Verse Series)
Carrie’s words fail her for a moment, something that almost never happens.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
She clears her throat, sniffles, croaks, “Hi, Papi.”
“Carrie?” Ray Molina’s tone shifts from confused to concerned immediately, his voice coming in clearer like he’s holding the phone closer to his mouth now. “What’s going on, baby girl? Is everything okay?” — Or, Carrie's sick, and her dad won't answer the phone. So she calls her other dad instead.
Chapters: 2/2
Word Count: 9,296
we were changed in an instant: (part 12 of Parenting Verse Series)
Rose isn’t sure what it is about today, but it’s only 11am and she thinks it’s been a long day for all of them. Carrie’s just had so much energy, even more energy than usual, and she’s gotten it out by running in circles around the house and screaming at Rose and Julie over nothing and generally just being a temperamental three-year-old. Julie’s been on the verge of tears all morning. Rose is exhausted, and she doesn’t know what to do.
All three of them look up at the sound of keys in the door, and Rose frowns, checking her watch. Ray should still be at work, and Trevor said he’d be in the studio till late, so who could that be?
The door opens, Rose hears a painfully familiar raspy cough, and Carrie shouts, “DADDY’S HOME!!”
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 4,974
if things had been different Series (with foundfamilyvevo)
so i got wasted like all my potential:
Sometimes Bobby feels like he’s tricking them, because he’ll remember some fact about birds Ray told him three weeks ago that Ray himself doesn’t even remember reading, or he’ll pull out trivia he learned from hearing the boys talk about music all the time, and Rose will say, “How do you know all that? You’re so smart!” And he’ll say, “I’m really not,” but she won’t believe him.
It’s not a big deal, though. Bobby has no interest in going back to school the fall after he loses his boys, so as long as he’s working a good enough job to pay rent, it doesn’t matter that he’s too stupid to read more than a few words at a time and he can’t spell to save his goddamn life and he never finished high school.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 5,900
you could say it’s my fault (stubborn like a deadbolt):
James throws the door open, fully prepared to berate his husband for his inconsiderateness, and… freezes, the words, Next time I’m just gonna leave you out in the cold, Steven, dying on the tip of his tongue… because there’s Steve, all right. Standing on the front step, bruised and bleeding from the boxing ring, just like James expected him to be.
What he did not expect is for Steve to also be slumped over, unconscious, and being all but held up by one Bobby Shaw.
“Hey, James!” Bobby says, high-pitched and strained as he struggles to keep Steve balanced with just an arm looped around Bobby’s shoulders and his own limited strength. “Little help here?”
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,500
to some fortune i should have found:
He must fall asleep for real at one point or another, because the morning sun shining through the window wakes him up for good. Whatever weird anxiety-grief was plaguing him last night seems to be gone now, but in the aftermath, Bobby sort of feels like he’s been hit by a bus.
And he’s freezing, which is never a good sign for him, in Los Angeles, in June.
This, right here, is the stupidest thing Bobby has learned about himself in the last three years. After nights when he can’t sleep because he’s panicking or paranoid or can’t even close his eyes without sinking into a nightmare, he always wakes up feeling worse the next morning, cold and achy and drained, usually with a mid-grade fever to match. It’s all psychosomatic—he’s not actually sick—but he might as well be for how much it sucks.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 6,332
a dream into a chore:
At first, Rose has no idea that anything’s the matter.
Sure, maybe Bobby’s a little quieter than usual, offers less snarky commentary as he watches her putter around the kitchen making breakfast, but that can easily be explained by the early morning and a late shift last night. His eyes are half closed as he chugs a cup of black coffee.
And sure, maybe he doesn’t perk up once the caffeine’s hit, like he usually would; the three of them sit down to breakfast and he pushes his food around on his plate instead of eating it, mostly just nods when Ray directs the conversation his way instead of participating.
But Rose doesn’t worry about it, because Bobby gets surly when he’s tired, and sometimes days just find him a little stuck in his head, and she knows better than to try to push him to talk about things if he’s not ready to. Just because he seems a little low on energy doesn’t mean something’s wrong with him.
Until, about halfway through breakfast, Bobby puts his fork down and twists in his seat, his expression crumpling before he buries a harsh sneeze into his elbow, and then two more. — Or, Bobby's sick. Ray and Rose would love to take care of him, if he'll let them.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 3,152
The Shaw Siblings Series
cause i clutched your arms like stairway railings:
As Luke excitedly bounces into a chaotic and confusing explanation involving a club owner’s four-year-old daughter, tube socks, and a transaction Bobby’s pretty sure would legally count as bribery, a hard rock forms in the pit of Bobby’s stomach. With his lunch money lost to the L.A. county sewer systems, he’d been planning to get through the rest of the day on just the toast and jam he’d had for breakfast and then snack when he got home, but if Luke’s questionable managerial skills have gotten them a gig for tonight, Bobby’s “ability to eat without making himself sick during the show” clock is already ticking. If he doesn’t eat soon, he’s not going to be able to at all until after they’re done playing, and that could be hours from now.
As if his day wasn’t shitty enough.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 4,724
cling to what i know like a golden safety net:
But today, Ray and Rose are both working, and Bobby called out cause he’s got a stupid cold and got less than no sleep last night cause he was too stuffed up to breathe, so he’s the only one in the apartment when there’s a knock on the door. He almost doesn’t answer it—he’s been having a really great time drinking tea and watching Ghostbusters, he doesn’t want to ruin his day off by talking to people—but for some reason, he gets the sense that whoever’s shown up at 7pm on a Friday night is there for a good reason.
So, he shuts the TV off and takes one more sip of ginger tea before placing his mug on the coffee table. On the way to the front door, he grabs a handful of tissues from the box on the kitchen counter and blows his nose so that he won’t sound like such a weirdo if he actually has to hold a conversation with someone.
But then he pulls open the door, tissues still held over his face, and freezes. Because it’s not one of their neighbors standing on the doorstep, or a friend of Rose’s sent to check on him, or a traveling salesman.
It’s all four of his younger siblings, none of whom Bobby’s seen in over a month, with no adults in charge of them to be found.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 7,629
After the Orpheum Series
far away from hurt is where healing occurs:
Julie and the Phantoms play the Orpheum on a Saturday.
On Sunday, Julie hovers in the doorway of Ray’s home office, hands hidden in the sleeves of her hoodie, and says, “Papi, I have to tell you something.”
Ray immediately looks up from the spreadsheet he’s been fighting with. He’s been fielding calls all morning from record labels and news agencies, trying to get ahold of the band—mostly, he’s been sending them to Flynn, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to organize the relevant information at least a little bit. His children are more important, though, so he pulls off his reading glasses and frowns at his daughter, and says, “What is it?”
Julie hesitates just long enough for Ray to cycle through a nice long list of worst case scenarios. She doesn’t look particularly upset, though, or hurt in any way. If anything, she just looks… nervous. And yet, Ray can see Carlos bouncing on the balls of his feet in the hallway behind her, grinning like he’s standing in line to turn in his winning lottery ticket. It sets off a different kind of red flag in Ray’s head, because there are very few scenarios in which Carlos is happy about something that makes Julie nervous, and none of them are any good.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 12,298
hold my hand but please don’t touch me:
It’s a slow and painful process, bringing Trevor Wilson back into their lives again.
Ray starts with dinner, just him and Trevor and the kids. Even the ghosts are banished to the studio for the night, and Ray lets Trevor’s personal chef come over and cook for them because that’s the best way he knows to ensure Trevor eats, and it goes all right, considering the circumstances… but it’s awkward. Julie smiles politely and shovels gourmet food in her mouth. Carlos turns his shrimp into a modern art piece. Carrie picks at her food and taps her fork against the table and checks her phone when she thinks Ray and Trevor aren’t watching. It’s nothing like how it used to be, when they were all a family. In the kids’ defense, Ray’s not sure any of them really remembers when they were all a family.
And the empty place they set for Rose sits between Ray and Trevor like a blazing beacon. Trevor keeps looking at it.
It’s uncomfortable, to say the least, but when Ray calls Trevor a week and a half later to invite him over again, Trevor agrees.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 3,437
i was fine until it was time to feel:
Alex wakes up before the sun has risen, stares at the vaulted ceiling of the Molinas’ garage from the air mattress Ray set up in the loft for him, and feels his body.
It’s become something of a routine for him since he and his bandmates came back to life. Being a ghost made him feel like he was floating, sometimes, like a particularly strong gust of wind could make him blow away. Now that Julie’s brought them all back to life somehow—even Willie—now that Alex needs food and sleep and oxygen, and his heart beats strong in his chest, and his arms bruise when he knocks them against a doorframe by mistake, he likes to take stock every morning of his own physical form, likes to remind himself that this is real. That he’s real, and solid, and something, not just music and air.
It’s only because he’s made himself so aware of his body in the last few months that he notices something today is off.
Written for International Fuck with Alex Day 2021.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 6,029
say what you want (but it’s hard when you’re young):
He’d told himself it was just anxiety, because Ray’s been planning this trip to Florida for weeks now, ever since Reggie told him he’s never been to an amusement park and, even though Anaheim’s less than an hour away, Julie insisted that Disney World—the one in Orlando—was the place to go. And Alex, purely just because of his nature, has been helping Ray with the planning, doing research and reading park maps and making itineraries and packing lists and to-do lists upon to-do lists, and yeah, it’s been stressful, and yeah, Ray’s told him he can just sit back and enjoy the vacation like the rest of the kids, but it actually makes Alex more anxious not to be in control of things, so he insisted on doing a bunch of the prep work anyway, even if it left him sick to his stomach with nerves the night before their trip.
He’s not so sure it’s nerves anymore, after he threw up twice, spent the better part of an hour dry-heaving, and then tossed and turned the rest of the night alternating between hot flashes and cold spells.
Written for International Fuck with Alex Day 2021.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 7,822
Just This Once (Everybody Lives) Series
who would’ve known it would start with:
“Hi, have we met? Rose Molina.” She sticks a hand out for the new guy to shake and he takes it without hesitation. The kind, almost cocky grin he’d been shooting Ray doesn’t fade, just changes directions.
“Willie,” he returns, nodding at both of them. “Sorry I was taking up so much of your boyfriend’s time. I was just telling him what a handsome couple you two are.”
Wary interest sparks in Rose’s expression and she glances once at Ray before turning back to Willie. But then Willie continues, “You know, Rose, if I were dating someone as good-looking as your boy Ray here, I’d never let him out of my sight,” and Rose’s smile turns genuine again—genuine and way too excited.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 3,000
maybe i’m not so alone (or maybe we’re alone together):
Rose gives it a week.
She doesn’t want to—she wants to call the second she gets home from the hospital, just to make sure they all got home safely. She wants to call the next morning, in case they need her to bring some food over, or pick up any of their prescriptions, or just provide another friendly face. She wants to call every day after that, but Ray takes the phone number scribbled on a cocktail napkin out of her purse and doesn’t give it back until it’s been exactly seven days and thirteen hours since Sunset Curve played the Orpheum.
And then she calls.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 8,901
such a hopeful eve:
Ray’s awoken in the middle of the night by a warm breath on his face, ice cold fingers on his arm, and a soft, scared voice whispering, “Ray? Wake up, please?”
His eyes blink open, and Willie swims into focus—knelt up on his side of the bed in his checkered boxers, hair falling out of its braid, pale and shadowed in the late night darkness. Ray doesn’t know what time it is, but he can tell something’s wrong.
—
In Bobby’s dreams, the paramedics tell him he’s too late.
I’m so sorry, but your friends didn’t make it. I’m so sorry, they were dead on arrival. I’m so sorry, but they’re gone.
He wakes up in a cold sweat, the image of Alex’s glazed eyes and gaunt face imprinted in his brain like it was branded there. Not even the sight of the actual Alex in bed next to him—sprawled on his stomach with his arms wrapped around his pillow, not too thin or too pale, visibly breathing—calms Bobby’s racing heart beat, loosens the fist around his lungs, or stops his brain from telling him it wasn’t just a bad dream.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2,000
aspen st apartments, 4b Series (with foundfamilyvevo and weneedglitter)
of pillow case blue:
Bobby’s not usually a worst-case scenarios type of person, but he has to admit he’s starting to get a little worried. Reggie never misses school. Reggie loves school. Reggie’s a fucking weirdo like that. And with the way things have been at Reggie’s house lately—not nearly as bad as they are at Alex’s house, but not great—the idea of Reggie being home, a place he hates to be, instead of here, a place he loves to be, is just… disconcerting, to say the least. Bobby spends the better part of the morning thinking about what Reggie might be doing, and where Reggie might be, and if Reggie’s okay, and very little time paying attention to his classes, which he’s sure will come back to bite him at some point, but for the moment, he can’t quite bring himself to care.
Finally, just as they’re sitting down for lunch, Bobby’s phone buzzes, and he scrambles to pull it out of his pocket. “It’s Reggie!”
“What’s it say?” Alex demands immediately.
“How come he texted you back and not us?” Luke grumbles.
Bobby ignores both of them, all his focus trained on his phone, where Reggie’s message reads: sick :(
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,536
i’ll wear my bad decisions on my face:
Alex stirs out of sleep as soon as the bed creaks.
He breathes a little sharply, his fingers curling tighter around the edges of his pillow. But he doesn’t roll over off his stomach, or sit up, or open his eyes. He just stays still and listens.
He’s very good at listening to people move around his room while he’s supposed to be asleep.
But it’s just Bobby, getting ready for work like he does every morning, always too early and on too little sleep. He’s moving more slowly than usual today, punctuating every few seconds of early morning silence with sniffles and stifled coughs. Alex waits, and listens, and only when Bobby lets out a muffled sneeze, stumbles into the pile of suitcases he and Reggie use as a nightstand, and mutters a raspy curse does Alex sigh into his pillow and push himself up.
“Hey,” he says, gruff but quiet, even though Luke and Reggie can sleep through a hurricane. “Feeling okay?”
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2,478
what will it take to dream awake:
“Can I get you anything else?” Her waiter bounces on the balls of his feet any time he’s standing still, she’s noticed. It should be annoying, but he got her complicated pancake order right on the first try without needing to write it down, so Julie’s more impressed than anything. “Coffee, or…? I make a mean milkshake if you’re into that kinda thing.”
Julie hides a smile behind her hand. “I’m okay, thanks,” she says, handing over her empty plate. “Just the check? I’m not getting anywhere with this anyway—” She gestures with her songwriting journal. “So I might as well get out of your hair.”
“No rush.” With her reading glasses on, Julie can’t read his nametag while he’s bouncing like that. Something with an L, she thinks. He balances her plate on one arm but doesn’t head back to the kitchen. “Can I ask what’s giving you trouble?”
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 4,357
we got no place to be on time:
None of them know why Luke gets like this sometimes—muted and limp, all of his usual bouncy energy nowhere to be found, unable to work or eat or even get out of bed—but the last thing any of them would do is make him feel bad about it. They’ve all had bad days, all the more frequent in the years since they ran away from home.
“Staying home today?” Luke checks, voice muffled by the pillow.
“Yep.” Bobby hugs him a little tighter. “We’re staying home.”
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,616
you can leave, you can run (this will still be your home):
“Ay, lindo, estás enfermo?” There’s suddenly a hand on his arm, steadying him, even though Ray was definitely standing a good twenty feet away a second ago. “Come inside and sit down before you faint.”
Bobby’s head doesn’t stop spinning until he’s sitting on the Molinas’ living room couch with a blanket and a mug of tea. He tightens his grip on it in search of warmth, a little unsure of how he got here. That seems to be a trend with the Molina family. Bobby never quite knows where he stands until he’s sitting down.
Ray crouches down in front of him, spreading a warm hand across his forehead. “You do feel warm,” he murmurs thoughtfully. “How long have you been sick?”
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,892
Movie Theatre AU Series (with foundfamilyvevo and weneedglitter)
only thing that’s burning when the nights grow cold:
Autumn was hard enough, keeping everyone fed and warm through the wet days and cold nights, but winter thus far has been downright brutal. Alex has been putting all his energy into making sure Luke and Bobby don’t get sick, because as hard as it was for all of them the last time, at least then they had real houses and their parents’ health insurance. Luke might not survive pneumonia in the Stella if he gets it again. Bobby almost definitely won’t.
It’s only the 15th of December, and Alex has lost so much sleep worrying about how he’s going to get his friends to March that he almost doesn’t notice when he wakes up feeling a little more run-down than usual.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 4,571
for once you let go (of your fears and your ghosts)
Ray is already thinking about Reggie, and trying not to worry about him, when there’s a knock at the door.
Ray frowns and puts down the pot and dishcloth he was working with, glancing only briefly at the clock above the stove. He’s not expecting anyone, and Julie or Carlos would’ve texted him if they were returning to the house to pick up anything they’d forgotten. It’s too late to be a solicitor, isn’t it? He sure hopes so, he really dislikes solicitors.
It’s not a solicitor. It’s Reggie, bouncing on his toes on Ray’s front porch with his hands shoved in the pockets of his ripped jeans. The same jeans he was wearing the first night Ray met him, if he’s not mistaken.
“Hi, Ray!” he says brightly, only the slightest nerves in his smile. “Sorry to just drop in on you like this, am I interrupting anything?”
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2,924
Prep School AU Series (with foundfamilyvevo)
if you kiss me i’ll hit the ground:
In the universe’s defense, Alex takes a different route home than usual. And actually before that, Luke ends rehearsal early so that he and Reggie and Flynn can go knife-throwing or something equally stupid, and they invited Alex to go with them, but Alex actually has a smidge of self-preservation so he politely declined, but he didn’t want to go straight home because he kinda hates being home, so he decided to take the long way through the nicer part of town.
So, really, it’s Alex’s own damn fault that he stops to tie his shoes in the middle of the sidewalk a few blocks away from David Lawrence Preparatory Academy for the Performing Arts and thus gets bowled over by an idiot walking backwards and not looking where he’s going, but Alex prefers to blame the universe.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,350
i don’t wanna need your love:
There’ve been way worse dinners. There’ve been way worse dates. It’s just that she’s so churchy, and yeah, that’s the point, but where Alex would’ve been able to suck it up and deal with it three months ago, now he doesn’t want to. Cause now he has a boyfriend. And Jessica Hartman is taking up precious time that Alex could be using talking to said boyfriend. About things that aren’t which Biblical figure would you most want to have a theological discussion with.
This is not the kind of girl he’d be able to trust with the truth. Every word out of her mouth proves more and more to Alex that if he went along with this set up, he’d be stuck in it, forever. He’d date Bobby in secret and Jessica at church, and the more he thinks about that, the more frustrated he gets, and the more frustrated he gets, the tighter he grips his fork, and then despite seventeen years of careful lies and painstaking control, he can’t take it. He physically can’t sit there a second longer and pretend he cares.
So when Jessica says, “Alexander, are you going to the dance at the church next weekend?” the words that come out of Alex’s mouth are, “Yeah, actually, I was planning to take my girlfriend.”
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2,270
Loners Series (with foundfamilyvevo and weneedglitter)
you weren’t built for backing down:
An hour or so out of town, Michelle gets hit with an almost incapacitating wave of oh my god what have I just done.
Her phone’s been ringing off the hook since she left Seattle; about forty miles back, she finally remembered she could turn the sound off. At some point, she knows she’s going to have to answer her brother’s calls, because if he doesn’t shut up and listen to her for once, he may end up calling the cops on her, and while a week ago, a short stint in the local clink for the sake of justice wouldn’t have been much more than inconvenient, now she has some real incentive to stay out of trouble. And that incentive also happens to be the exact reason why she might get arrested in the first place.
“I guess I kinda stole you, huh?” she says aloud with a short, slightly hysterical laugh. The werewolf curled up on a pile of blankets on her front seat raises his head, ears pricked intelligently. He gives a low whine, and Michelle corrects herself, “Kidnapped you. I kidnapped you, didn’t I, Reggie?”
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,740
i owe it to my brothers to carry them home:
They make eye contact, and for a long time, Luke feels like nothing exists except him and Alex— not the woods around them, or their friends back at the campsite half a mile away. Not the setting sun, or the pain in his knee, or the years of misery they both had to go through to get here. Just Luke, sitting somewhere safe, and Alex looking at him.
And then Alex says, “Come on,” and pushes himself to his feet. “This is gonna suck, but just… don’t make me drop you.”
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 760
Lonely Luke Series (with foundfamilyvevo and weneedglitter)
though the whole world seems to rage and scream:
“I saw you play tonight,” Luke blurts out before he can stop himself, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “You guys were… just—freaking amazing, man.”
“You played too, right?” Reggie says, nodding at Luke’s guitar. Recognition dawns on his face. “Hey, yeah, you’re in that garage band, right? What are y’all called? Ancient Moonlight? You rocked, dude!”
Luke’s face feels like it’s on fire. “Oh, w-well, thanks.”
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2,402
sounds like a damn good life Series (with foundfamilyvevo and weneedglitter)
this world ain’t half as bad as it looks:
“What’s going on?” Luke’s voice drifts up the stairs. The front door opens, letting in whistling wind and voices, clearer now.
Reggie and Willie’s voices, Alex recognizes after a moment or two. And they’re shouting his name.
Alex doesn’t waste a second. He vaults out of bed and throws his coat on over his pajamas, bursting out of his room just in time to meet Bobby halfway down the stairs. He doesn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed that Bobby’s seeing him in his nightclothes—urgency and adrenaline have overtaken him, leaving his heart racing but his mind clear. Something’s wrong, and nothing’s supposed to go wrong in this town.
“It’s Jelly,” Bobby says simply, and Alex takes the steps two at a time.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,308
RWRB Series (with foundfamilyvevo)
you saw me start to believe:
The day begins like any other.
Ray wakes up before the sunrise and sits on the living room floor of his two-bedroom apartment in gray sweatpants and no shirt, his Morning Meditation playlist softly serenading him from a Bluetooth speaker on the mantelpiece. He does twenty minutes of yoga, and then two hundred push-ups, and then another twenty minutes of yoga until his heart rate settles enough to match the pleasant throbbing ache in his muscles.
He takes a long, hot shower and gets dressed for work in a simple brown suit, complete with his lucky socks—bright pink around his feet but brown up his ankles so they look presentable with his shoes on. He brushes his teeth and combs his hair neatly into place, then chews on a protein bar while he starts a pot of coffee. Five minutes later, he’s settled at the kitchen table with his latte and the morning paper. It’s a day like any other, and Ray breathes in the satisfaction of everything going according to plan.
Down the hall, a door opens and shuts. Ray’s heart stutters in his chest.
Chapters: 2/?
Word Count: 4,252
Rags and Riches Series (with A_Tomb_With_A_View)
calm waters if that serves you best:
Ray and Rose are late.
Willie checks their phone again, just in case they missed something, a message or a call or a notification saying sorry, your clock got fucked up somehow and actually your brand new boyfriend and girlfriend aren’t standing you up, all better now!
Willie’s been pacing the length of her bedroom for the last thirty minutes, tugging at her hair that’s just starting to get long enough to piss off her dad again and staring at her phone, and there’s been nothing. Their dad’s out of town on a business trip that Willie thinks might not be entirely legal, and Bobby’s away for the weekend at a track meet, and Ray and Rose were supposed to come over to keep Willie company, because this is all very new, and they haven’t had much time alone together, but they’re not here yet and Willie hasn’t heard anything.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,207
Gold, Silver, or Bronze Hold No Value Here (Where Work and Rest are Equally Revered): with A_Tomb_With_A_View
Chapter One: I Woke Up So Worried That The Angels Let Go
Bobby does have to admit, when he thinks about it for too long, this all feels like stereotypical rich kid dramatics.
He figures that it’s maybe not too bad—at least he’s not drunk-driving or stealing things or beating people up—even though there’s a voice in the back of his head that insists he’s being insufferable and entitled.
The voice sounds an awful lot like his dad, though, so he ignores it as much as he can.
Chapter Two: i choose to believe i was made to become a sanctuary
The second time, he swears it’s an accident.
Track and field is over for the season, and Destiny Records is closed for construction, which means Bobby’s dad is home a lot, which means Bobby tries not to be.
It’s easier than it once was, at least. A year ago, he’d have had to make up some excuse to hang out at Willie’s—studying or a movie Willie just had to see, or, when Bobby and Willie’s girlfriends were getting particularly insufferable, “totally platonic and heterosexual kissing practice.” Now, firmly out of the closet and in not just one, but three less-than-heterosexual relationships, Bobby doesn’t have to lie or exaggerate to spend time with his partners. He can just call Willie, or Ray, or Rose, and say, “I need to get out of my house.”
And lately, getting out of his house has entailed sneaking around town in the middle of the night to graffiti historical monuments.
Chapters: 2/2
Word Count: 4,124
standing on the edge Series
every word you shouldn’t say will come bubbling out of your throat:
The lacrosse team starts a winning streak everyone attributes to a sudden rise in Nick’s aggression as a team captain. (Carrie doesn’t go to the games.) Kayla, Stephanie, Lulu, and Rachelle try out for the dance team since “Dirty Candi’s sort of over now.” (Carrie doesn’t try out with them.) Nick starts a band with a few of the theatre guys, and they open for Julie and the Phantoms at Prom, and Nick takes Julie as his date, and they win King and Queen by a record-breaking landslide.
(Carrie doesn’t go to Prom, because she doesn’t have a boyfriend anymore, and no guy asks her, and the girls she thought were her friends go as a group without her, and social functions make her mean, so it’s easier to just stay home anyway.)
For eight months, Nick ignores her, and her band gets bored of her, and Julie shoots her awkwardly polite smiles in the hallway that Carrie lets herself return, but they don’t really talk.
Cause after everything, Carrie doesn’t know how to be nice anymore.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2,340
i hear your heart play its broken beat:
Willie doesn’t know what he’s waiting for.
He doesn’t know what he’s doing here at all, really—it’s not like there’s a shortage of other things he could be doing. He could be hiding. He could be celebrating. He could be tracking down the hundreds of freed souls displaced when the Hollywood Ghost Club went down.
Instead, Willie is sitting on the windowsill of a hospital room, watching Nick sleep.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,548
i woke up with some scrapes on my arms and a mouthful of hell:
Willie, with a startled yelp, flips backwards, board over helmet, off the curb and lands flat on his back, hard. The sound that leaves his mouth following the tumble is one Nick has unfortunately come to be all too familiar with: the scream of someone in unimaginable pain.
“W-Willie?” Nick tries, but it’s like the words get stuck somewhere between his stomach and his throat. He tells himself to step forward, get down, make sure Willie’s okay—he could be bleeding, or something could be broken, he’s not a ghost anymore, he could be hurt—
His feet must not listen to his brain, because the next thing he knows, he’s stumbled back a few steps, and then he’s on the ground, curled up on the sidewalk, and Willie’s whimpering, but Nick’s vision is starting to white out at the edges, and then—
Then he’s trapped in a memory. Trapped, like he was for the eight months before Willie and Julie saved him, in his own mind.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 5736
i don’t know what i have seen (but the puzzle is carved into me):
Nick comes back to himself in May.
His doctors tell him he’s spent the last two weeks in a coma that none of them can determine the cause of.
His dads tell him he was missing for six days before then, that he left for school one day and never made it to first period, that it took the cops forty-eight hours to care and another ninety-six to find him, unconscious, bleeding, and bloated from near-starvation amid the rubble of an abandoned hotel in downtown L.A.
Only Willie tells him the truth: that for the better part of a year, Nick’s body didn’t belong to him.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2,052
i’d be tangled up without you (like a nightmare and an empty bed):
Today has been rough, and it’s not even noon yet. Nick’s been fighting off a migraine since dinner last night. He had a nightmare that he doesn’t even remember, but it set off the shiver-spacey feeling Carlos Molina good-naturedly dubbed his “ghost tinglies” that makes it impossible for Nick to get warm for a good thirty-six hours. He forgot the word for blender at breakfast this morning, and his dads got so worried about him he forgot how to speak at all.
He just wanted to hide out in his bed under a weighted blanket and try again tomorrow, but routines are good for him, and he couldn’t stand the idea of Britney looking at him all disappointed. So here he is, on the Wilsons’ front porch, desperately hugging one of Willie’s sweatshirts around him and wishing he could still stomach wearing his letterman jacket.
Carrie opens the door, which makes Nick huff out a little sigh of relief, because he doesn’t think he could handle talking to her dad right now. She looks him up and down, and up again, and says, voice all icy-still like it gets when she’s trying to be casual, “Quiet day?”
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,508
i thought i was damned to watch life through my hands:
There are places Nick can’t go now.
The Hollywood Ghost Club is an obvious one—or that whole part of town, he should say, since he no longer has the unwanted privilege that possession once afforded him to be able to find the place. Others are harder to explain—the lacrosse field, the alley outside the Orpheum, Carrie Wilson’s balcony.
(Julie’s house was impossible to even look at, until Willie introduced him to the studio like a feral cat to its bed. Now he’s more comfortable there than in his own home. But he still politely declines when Julie or her dad invites him into the house proper.)
But of all the places Nick can’t go now, the one that poses the most inconvenience, the one hardest to avoid, the one most likely to send Nick into a dissociative panic and make him forget where he is and who’s in control, is anywhere—everywhere—with a mirror.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,178
500 Followers Tumblr Prompt Fills Series
no time to waste on another pretty face: for @where-you-go
Prompt from tumblr: Lukebobby fluff "This isn't what it looks like."
Previously titled "Dartboards and Post-It Notes."
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 658
i want your midnights: for @pink-flame
Prompt from tumblr: Lukebobby fluff, "Don't read the last line."
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 839
show me how you do that trick: for @willexxmercer
Prompt from tumblr: Willex and banana
Alex needs to hold onto something when his anxiety gets bad. Willie provides.
Previously titled "Hold My Hand."
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,055
time flies by in the yellow and green: for @epicmusicplays (part 1 of Molina Family Game Night Series)
Prompt from tumblr: the whole gang and board games
Previously titled "Molina Family Game Night."
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 882
something about it felt like home somehow: for @queenmolina (part 1 of All Too Well Splinterverse Series)
Prompt from tumblr: boggie and "can I hold your hand?"
Takes place during i might be okay but i'm not fine at all but can be read as a standalone.
Previously titled "home somehow."
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,790
glitter on the floor after the party: for @panickosdisordr2 (part 1 of Ot3 Glitter Series)
Prompt fill from tumblr: one or more of the band members hates glitter.
Previously titled "the sand of the craft world."
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 538
i’m happy for them, but then again, i’m not: for @sunsetsandcurves (part 1 of Ot3 Farmers’ Market Series)
Prompt fill from tumblr: Willex and kangaroo.
Previously titled "Farmers' Market Shenanigans"
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,209
try your sad style on somebody else: for @sunsetcurvecuddles
Prompt fill from tumblr: bobby and anyone + clothes sharing
Previously titled "share a piece of me."
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 960
all the lovely memories your heart’s been holding: for @sunsetcurvecuddles (part 2 of Ot3 Farmers’ Market Series)
Prompt fill from tumblr: reggie and/or alex and stargazing.
Previously titled "show me the stars."
Sequel to i’m happy for them, but then again, i’m not.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,513
nobody gives a damn about the day that you were born: for @fighttoshine
Prompt fill from tumblr: grumpy Bobby
Previously titled "happy happy day."
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,357
you’ve kept me sleepless every night: for @sunsetcurvecuddles
Prompt from tumblr: lukebobby and the song "Last One" by the Aces.
When Luke can't sleep, he climbs through Bobby's window. Bobby has to pretend not to like it.
Previously titled "Last One."
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 819
am i allowed: for @cfsprings (part 1 of Flarrie Fake Dating Series)
Prompt from tumblr: flarrie and fake dating
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,130
another clever word: for @sunsethimb0s
Prompt from tumblr: an Alex "......okay" moment.
Previously titled "okay"
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 772
something changed in the atmosphere: for @queenofthequillandink (part 2 of Molina Family Game Night Series)
Prompt from tumblr: board game part 2
Previously titled "playing the game."
Sequel to time flies by in the yellow and green.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 3,763
a flicker in the dark again: for @burntchromas
Prompt from tumblr: lukebobby and "I couldn't stand to leave you alone."
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 904
searching for the answer buried in his heart: for @conversationaltreestump
Prompt from tumblr: Bobby has a job in high school where he teaches guitar to kids and Emily and Mitch mistakenly sign Luke up for lessons (Bobby just doesn't sound like a teenager on the phone)
Previously titled "guitar lessons."
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,276
i just can’t get too much of you baby: for @teenagedirtbag-dot-jpeg
Prompt from tumblr: lukebobby and "please don't go"
Previously titled "never enough"
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 543
life’s too short to take it slow: for @pink-flame
Prompt from tumblr: Lukebobby eating spicy food, idiots in love.
Previously titled "guess that makes me an idiot too".
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 912
i hope your dreams are amazing: for @pink-flame
Prompt from tumblr: Luke/Bobby, falling asleep sitting up.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 500
come meet me at my treehouse: for @pink-flame
Prompt from tumblr: Willex and "Are you up for an adventure?"
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 529
when you laugh (i forget that it’s about me): for @where-you-go (part 2 of Ot3 Glitter Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Luke/Julie/Reggie Glitter Fic part 2 featuring a glittery Taylor Swift-style guitar.
Previously titled "sparkle like the sun"
Sequel to glitter on the floor after the party.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 708
every imperfection is a lie: for @lieutenantkim
Prompt fill from tumblr: Ray is convinced he's being gaslit because the fridge is always open.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 664
i’ve been watching you waltz all night: for @burntchromas
Prompt from tumblr: platonic Reggie and Julie dancing like idiots
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 913
i like the way i can’t keep my focus: for @malecacidd
Prompt from tumblr: Rebuke sickfic. Luke is sick and Reggie and Bobby try to take care of him but then Reggie gets sick and all that's left is a grumpy Bobby who is tired of their dumbassery.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2,520
to look at her like that: for @burntchromas (part 2 of Flarrie Fake Dating Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Flarrie Fake Dating part 2!
Sequel to am i allowed.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 917
so casually cruel in the name of being honest: for @strugglingatart (part 3 of All Too Well Splinterverse Series)
Prompt fill from tumblr: He makes a mental note to give Bobby a talk later, when he’s feeling better, about hiding stuff like this—and then maybe he’ll give Luke and Alex (and himself) a talk about whatever they did to make Bobby feel like he has to.
Or, Reggie yells at his friend.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1,817
better to leave it unsaid: for Anonymous
Prompt from tumblr: willex + the band (and flynn carrie and nick) road trip, maybe them getting together w/willie falling asleep on alex.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 580
when the heat comes, something takes a hold: for Anonymous
Prompt from tumblr: willex with “hold me tighter, it’s cold”, some sitting in lap cuddles
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 347
i’m never lost when i’m with you (except i know that isn’t true): for @strugglingatart and @angelofarts
Prompt from tumblr: Alex/Willie/Reggie. Reggie doesn't know how to use chopsticks. Willie teaches him.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 566
take your fears and let them go (make the world a little colorful): for @angelofarts
Prompt from tumblr: The band finds Aurora (a real dragon) and have to figure out how to take care of her, Alex freaks out because FIRE and NO INSTRUCTION MANUAL.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 692
love’s not a three way street: for @starlight-17011-a
Prompt from tumblr: The boys watch the musical Rent and cry.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 703
all that i want (is to wake up fine): for Anonymous
Prompt from tumblr: willex and "tired," modern AU.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 341
let’s do it all again real soon: for @thegirlfulloffandoms
Prompt from tumblr: Reggie and Julie freak out about the wiggles fruit salad song.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 509
maybe the universe is giving us a sign: for Anonymous
Prompt from tumblr: Willex mutual pining: they’re flying out for a band thing or something and their friends rigged the plane seat tickets so they'd sit next to each other, in hopes that maybe they’d FINALLY confess.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 743
maybe we got lost in translation: for Anonymous (part 4 of All Too Well Splinterverse Series)
Prompt from tumblr: rebuke hurt/comfort.
Sequel to so casually cruel in the name of being honest.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 3,646
30 Day Girls Challenge Series
nowhere else would sting as sweet: for @arolou (part 16 of Parenting Verse Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Julie + treehouse + Parenting Verse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 856
sweetheart, you are the only one who knows how to rip me up: for @starlight-17011-a (part 19 of Parenting Verse Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Carrie + fallout with Julie + Parenting Verse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 826
are you still the same soul i met under the bleachers: for @jmrothwell
Prompt from tumblr: Flynn + “Don’t mean to be jealous” + canonverse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 332
whisper with a voice that i can’t outrun: for @jmrothwell (part 3 of standing on the edge Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Carrie + "I'll play nice" + standing on the edge
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 576
if you leave the light on for me: for @jmrothwell
Prompt from tumblr: Julie + "What did you do?" + canonverse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 551
the law pulls up and you won’t get in the car: for @arolou (part 1 of Rags and Riches Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Rose + graffiti + Rags and Riches
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 510
there’s a side to you that i never knew: for @arolou
Prompt from tumblr: Flynn + setting stuff on fire + canonverse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 750
i know i’m not unique (but i’m a drama queen): for @arolou
Prompt from tumblr: Carrie + speaking in code + canonverse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 620
i’m just tryna play it cool now: for @suhnseok
Prompt from tumblr: Julie + lifeguard Julie/Carrie + College AU
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 581
you can’t do her any favors (she’s doing fine): for @innytoes (part 15 of Parenting Verse Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Carrie + hugs + Parenting Verse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 875
holding the weight of someone else’s habits: for @a-hart-fulloflove
Prompt from tumblr: Julie + Sunset Curve’s inside jokes + canonverse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 759
how’d i get here (it’s out of my control): for @honeycrisp-lesbian (part 2 of Parenting Verse Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Rose + Mercer garage sale + Parenting Verse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 629
there’s not a day that i won’t try: for @starlight-17011-a
Prompt from tumblr: Carrie + accident + canonverse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 524
one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving (and life will lose all its meaning): for @joyandthephantoms (part 6 of standing on the edge Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Carrie + asleep on the couch + standing on the edge
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 774
but i’m here right now (just sitting in a cloud): for @joyandthephantoms
Prompt from tumblr: Julie + fainting + canonverse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 378
nothing can hold me like you do: for @joyandthephantoms (part 4 of Softverse Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Julie + homesick + Softverse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 410
my home is yours to settle in: for @joyandthephantoms (part 2 of handcrafted by confusing love Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Flynn + soft pajamas + handcrafted by confusing love
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 422
every single thing to come has turned into ashes: for @joyandthephantoms
Prompt from tumblr: Flynn + ambulance + canonverse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 391
i’ll kidnap all the stars and i will keep them in your eyes: for @joyandthephantoms (part 11 of Parenting Verse Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Rose + the marching ants song + Parenting Verse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 714
thought you said that you would always be in love: for Anonymous (part 2 of Softverse Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Julie + going to the beach at night + Softverse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 796
she’s got your heart inside her hands: for @queenofthequillandink (part 14 of Parenting Verse Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Rose + Julie and Carrie’s friendship + Parenting Verse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 462
did you ever think that it was hard for me: for @jmrothwell (part 4 of standing on the edge Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Flynn + “Why would you help me?” + standing on the edge
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 790
feel the fresh air (my heart is on wings): for @innytoes (part 10 of Parenting Verse Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Rose + her dorky husband + Parenting Verse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 390
we’re made up of the same blood: for @bbreaddog (part 9 of Parenting Verse Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Rose + baby Julie meeting baby Carrie + Parenting Verse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 635
i wanted to see the world through your eyes (until it happened): for @innytoes (part 18 of Parenting Verse Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Carrie + Ray + Parenting Verse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 598
and i’ll try not to think of the distances between us: for @sunsetcurvecuddles (part 1 of Foster Care Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Rose + Alex + Foster Care
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 776
get it off my desk (in that lavender haze): for @a-tomb-with-a-view (part 3 of Softverse Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Flynn + ultraviolet + Softverse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 761
dirty knees and honey bees: for Anonymous (part 2 of Loners Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Flynn + bumblebee + Loners
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 523
i know that you tried your bestest (but i’m gonna keep doing it): for Anonymous
Prompt from tumblr: Victoria + peony + Homophobia
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 556
maybe this time i’ll say something: for Anonymous (part 1 of Softverse Series)
Prompt from tumblr: Emily + phone call + Softverse
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 478
Feels Like I’ve Opened My Eyes Again Songs
Songs from Feels Like I’ve Opened My Eyes Again by ICanSpellConfusionWithAK. Lyrics by @pink-flame Music by @chickwiththepurpleguitar
Luke’s Little Song (Chapter Two)
Won’t Be the Same (Chapter Six)
Luke’s Other Little Song (Chapter Thirteen)
Now or Never Part 2 (Chapter Sixteen)
Speaking a Different Language (Chapter Twenty-Five)
Stronger Together (Chapter Thirty-Four)
Home (Chapter Forty-Five)
We Found Wonderland Songs
Songs from We Found Wonderland by ICanSpellConfusionWithAK. Lyrics by @pink-flame Music by @chickwiththepurpleguitar
Late Last Night (Chapter Six)
Echo (Chapter Fourteen)
If All I’m Dreaming Is You Songs
Songs from If All I’m Dreaming is You by ICanSpellConfusionWithAK. Lyrics by @pink-flame Music by @chickwiththepurpleguitar
Headed to You (Chapter Ten)
Original Songs
Revelry (from Livin’ in Paradise: A JaTP SMAU by @willexxmercer) -- with @sunsetcurbed and @fireflyingaway
Through the Wall (JATP Big Bang 2021 art for Through the Wall by whycantwe)
if I tell you the truth (JATP Big Bang 2021 art for Ask Me Now (And I Won’t Hesitate) by ikeameatballs)
I’m not lonely when you’re around (JATP Big Bang 2021 art for just off-key of reason by finkpishnets)
i’d give up the ocean (from and when it’s time (I’ll leave the ocean behind) by more1weasley)
Present (from i envy the cup of coffee that kisses you every morning by sunsetcurbed) -- Lyrics by @sunsetcurbed
Find the Thread (JATP Big Bang 2022 art for find the thread that reconnects (tie it strong enough to last) by tillstarscollided)
