Huge thank you to everyone who participated in Jukebox Appreciation Week! We had such a wonderful time celebrating this incredible ship with all of you—from creators to participants on fan prompts to cheerleaders who encouraged everyone with likes/kudos, reblogs, and comments!
You Jukebox heroes created more than 150 fanworks this week! If you missed any, our navigation page will help you sort through the different days’ themes and/or types of content.
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We hit a follower milestone, so we wanted to celebrate with a Jukebox Fanworks Challenge! We welcome all kinds of fanworks (gifs, fics, art, meta, vids, graphics, etc.) and there’s no deadline.
Canon prompts:
moment that made you ship them
favorite juke scene
favorite underrated juke moment
favorite mic share
favorite eye contact
favorite quote/lyrics
Interpretive prompts:
duet
haunting
tour
distance
touch
songwriting
Fill as many prompts as you want from one or both lists whenever you want. Just be sure to tag #jukeboxsource and/or #jukeedit so that we can share your creations!
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Since this fandom has written an incredible amount of fic since JATP was released, we wanted to create a space where you can share the love for your favorite Juke fics and find some new fics to love.
So dig out those links to your favorite fics on AO3, Tumblr, FFN, Wattpad, and beyond! Fics, drabbles, podfics, and graphic-centric fics (like social media AUs) are all welcome. Our only two rules? Juke should be the primary pairing, and the fics you submit should have been written by someone other than you.
Send us all of your recommendations! Yes, all of them. We’re brand new—if you think every Juke shipper already knows about/has read your favorites, our archive doesn’t know about them yet. Love for fics isn’t a limited resource: spread it generously! If you’re on mobile, just be sure to check out our submission guidelines first.
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Tags: Alternate Universe - Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fusion, Aged-Up Characters, Established Relationship, Nightmares, Banter, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, Mild Fight Scenes, Jukebox Week 2021
Series: Part 9 of Julie the Vampire Slayer
Summary: When Julie starts waking up in the memories of past Slayers, she knows there’s a chance she’ll be seeing her mother. But she’s still not really prepared for how it will impact her relationship with Luke.
Hey! I just wanted to say thanks to you guys for organizing such an amazing week. It was full of everything and it was fantastic. Thank you for your hard work :)
You're welcome! We're so glad you enjoyed the week!
my definitely not late addition to @jukebox-week’s Legends day
please enjoy
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look ‘ma, we made it (read here on AO3)
“Julie and the Phantoms!”
Cheers erupt around them as Julie stares dumbstruck at Luke, his eyes trained on hers.
She could feel her dad’s hands descending onto her shoulders, feel Carlos hollering to her left, and still she couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.
It was only when Luke’s frozen features start to melt into a grin did she feel her own face twitching back to life.
A scuffle next to them diverts her attention for a few minutes, shifting her gaze to watch the two other members of their band get swept up by the realisation of what just happened.
“WE DID IT!!”
Reggie was jumping up and down behind their table, reaching forward to pull and drag their semi-stunned blond bandmate out of his chair.
“We- we- we,” were the only words stuttering out of Alex as he let a bouncing Reggie tackle him in a bear hug.
Two soft hands cradling her neck bring her focus back to Luke, his grin engulfing the bottom half of his face.
“We really did it,” he says, his words barely audible over the raucous cheering around the venue.
Julie shakes her head, half in wonder half in disbelief.
“Should probably head up there before they change their minds, ya?”
She laughs at his words before she launches herself at him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling herself tight against him, her face burrowing in his neck.
Not a moment later does Reggie take advantage of their hug, jumping on top of them, while simultaneously dragging Alex along, successfully creating a mini-Julie and the Phantoms dog pile right in the middle of the Awards show. Amongst the groans and giggles, Julie manages to catch Luke’s eye one more time before their families break up the moment, urging them to get a move on and head towards the stage.
Her hand clasped in Luke’s calloused one, they make their way towards the stage, only stopping at the bottom of the stairs so Julie can lift her dress up over her high heels. But before she can even lift her foot onto the first step, Luke slips his hand out of hers, scooping her up into his arms a second later to carry her up the stairs, bridal style.
She yelps at the sudden movement, disoriented by the lack of solid ground beneath her feet. She hastily throws her arms around Luke’s neck, firmly locking them into place. The sound of laughter and cheering from the crowd echoes behind them and Julie can’t help but laugh at the sheer insanity of the moment she’s experiencing. Choosing to focus on Luke’s face to ground herself, she sees his eyes flick to her face and away.
“Show off,” she mutters at his smug expression.
While his eyes are trained on the steps ahead of them, Julie pulls herself closer to his cheek and presses a lingering kiss to the corner of his lips. She can feel the sly smile taking over her features when his steps falter for a millisecond, his arms pulling her just a little tighter against him.
Once they reach the top of the stairs, Luke eases her back into a standing position, helping her fluff her dress back into a state resembling its original shape. Flynn was going to kill them.
Slipping her hand back into his, Julie gently pulls Luke along as they stumble a little to catch up to Reggie and Alex who were already walking towards the hosts waiting for them by the podium.
Reggie is the first one to reach centre stage, graciously accepting the much coveted Album of the Year award and hoisting it into the air to the sounds of wild cheering from all sides of the concert hall. Sneaking up behind their bassist, Alex surges forward and easily snatches the Grammy from Reggie’s hands, earning him a laugh from the audience (and a disgruntled whine from his bandmate) before he hands it over to Luke.
She watches as he stares at him it dumbfounded, holding it close to his face to read the inscription on its plaque. He spends all of five seconds before Alex nudges him back into motion. He turns to Julie with a sheepish smile, finally handing it over to her. Julie knows she doesn’t have time to appreciate the heavy weight in her hand, so she grabs it and turns to the microphone jutting out of the podium.
The next few minutes are a whirlwind. The band had agreed beforehand that they would let Julie do most of the talking, making sure to thank everyone from family to friends to Andi and the label and their touring crew. The boys chimed in with extra names left and right, which only got the crowd laughing along at the chaos.
“I’d like to personally thank Principal Lessa, who without her, I’m not entirely sure I would’ve ever made it to this stage of my career. Our career. She believed in me and gave me a chance when it looked like I had wasted every single one, pushing me to work harder than I ever had before.” Julie takes a deep breath, knowing the next and final person she was about to thank would be the hardest.
“And last, but definitely not least, I’d like to thank my mom.” She feels a hand press up against her lower back, and she feels a little of the tension that had built up ease a little at the familiar touch. “She is the soul in everything I do, whether it’s being kind to strangers even when they prove to be difficult, to the very lyrics and melodies that we put into our songs for everyone to experience along with us. She is the reason I am here today, surrounded by my family,” she gestures to her boys as Alex and Reggie reach over to hold onto her shoulders with a light squeeze. “She is the reason music is a part of me and I will forever be grateful for everything she has given me, everything she ever taught me.” A soft watery giggle escapes her. “Miracles really do happen,” she shrugs at the audience.
Julie hears Luke chuckle at her words to her left along with everyone else. She takes in a deep shuddering breath before letting a small laugh makes its way out of her to ease her into the moment. “Te quiero mucho, mami. This is for you.”
The telltale sound signalling the end of their slot blares through the speakers as applause from their live audience roars into life once more. Julie steps back from the podium as she holds onto their Grammy, lifting it up for the crowd to see before she turns around to head off-stage.
What she sees behind her stops her dead in her tracks.
Because there, right in the centre of the stage for everyone to see, Luke, Alex and Reggie were getting into position to do a move she hadn’t seen them do since they had gotten their first Orpheum gig all those years ago.
This time though it was Luke running towards a kneeling Reggie, while Alex stood behind him arms outstretched as they got ready to hoist him up into the air, his arms spread wide.
Julie had to admit, It was surreal seeing them do this in their tailored suits.
The laugh bursts out of her at the thought, her hand automatically coming up to cover her mouth. She can see the hosts to their right getting worried, the technicians behind the curtains frantically speaking into their headsets.
But all Julie can do, all she wants to do, is divert her attention back to her band mates and fondly watch them as they celebrate this triumphant moment in a way that is authentically theirs.
She stares as Luke starts waving his arms around, pushing forward as if he was swimming the breaststroke midair, with Alex and Reggie slowly carrying him forward in her direction. Julie stays where she is as she watches them approaching, tilting her head to the side and waiting to see what they had in store - this was a new, never before seen part of their strange choreography - she wasn’t sure what to expect. She doesn’t have to wait too long to find out.
Within a few seconds they were standing in front of her, Luke‘s face only a few inches away as he reaches forward, cradling her face in his hands. She looks at him questioningly before he answers her unspoken question in the form of a soft kiss, pressing his lips against hers right there on stage under the blaring lights for the world to see.
She can’t help but momentarily forget about the world while his lips are on hers.
The kiss only lasts a second - she feels Luke shake a little; opening her eyes to find him staring at her as the boys holding him up start to lose their hold on him, his weight pressing down on them. He pecks her on the mouth one more time before the boys are pulling him away, moving backwards so as to drop their lead guitarist back onto the ground.
With their Grammy in one hand, Julie throws a quick wave and a bashful smile at the audience behind her, grabbing hold of a now upright Luke’s hand and pulling him along with her off stage, closely followed by Alex and Reggie.
They stumble backstage, barely enough time to catch their breaths before getting swarmed by people in headsets ushering them towards their next media stop.
But right as they’re about to cross the threshold separating them from a roomful of flashing lights and shouted questions, Luke pulls at Julie’s hand. She stops, looking back to find all three of her boys staring at each other as they take a second to take in...well, everything.
“We- that just happened right? I’m not dreaming?” Alex is quick to turn towards their bassist and pinch his arm, watching him yelp out loud, jumping out of his reach as he rubbed his arm.
“What was that for?!”
“No, we’re definitely not dreaming.” Alex shakes his head, still in a daze as Luke laughs at his best friends’ antics. He momentarily lets go of Julie’s hand, moving to stand in between his two best friends, draping his arms over their shoulders, pulling them in.
“We’re Grammy Award winners boys. We made it.”He squeezes his arms, pulling both boys closer to him to the sounds of whines before letting go. He then turns his head over to Julie, his gaze on her as his grin widens, lighting up the room.
A noise down the hall interrupts their little moment, with all four of them swivelling their heads in its direction.
“Julie And the Phantoms, the press is waiting for you. If you could please head in, we have five minutes of question time and then it’s back to your seats for the next award category. Thank you.”
The staff member doesn’t even give them a chance to reply as they turn right back around, talking a mile a minute into their headset.
The boys all turn to look at Julie as she stares back at them in wonder.
“This is really it huh?”
All three nod their heads back at her.
“Yup.” Reggie states, emphasising his answer by popping the p while he absentmindedly rubbed at his arm again.
“Well then - let’s not keeping them waiting, shall we?”
Julie rolls her eyes at a smirking Luke before placing her hand in the space between them.
Written for Day 7 of @jukebox-week - Legends. | Prompt from @flynn-flynnagan [x]
Julie and the Phantoms are nominated for four GRAMMY awards at just 19 years-old and with the boys still as ghosts, Julie’s making sure that they’re included in every part of this life-changing day.
OR the four times the boys are ghosts + the one time they aren’t.
And the GRAMMY for Best New Artist goes to…. Julie and the Phantoms. Julie Molina, Luke Patterson, Reggie Peters and Alex Mercer. This is their third win and one of four nominations for the band tonight.
Holy. Shit.
She doesn’t even register that it’s her that just won an award until Flynn is pulling her up from her seat and pushing her towards the stage.
The entire audience is on their feet as she walks up the stairs onto the stage to accept the award and as she peers out into the crowd of people she’s looked up to for years, applauding for the band, her eyes only look for one other person.
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Happy final day of @jukebox-week !
I have one more fic to share before I promptly pass out, and then subsequently start digging through all of the fics that I’ve been dying to read all week. This one was originally meant to go up for Day 6: 🎃Four Seasons 🌨️ but it’s late because it fought me every step of the way. So to make up for its tardiness, I’ve added a touch of Day 7: 🤩 Legends 🎉 to round things out.
Hope y’all enjoy!
SUMMARY: “Funny. I didn’t hear you offering to keep me warm when I was freezing down by the pier earlier,” Luke pouts as he joins them.
“Alex followed the rules and dressed appropriately,” Julie tuts. She pulls away from the drummer in question and steps toward Luke. “And you never asked me to keep you warm— your loss, honestly,” she adds, poking him square in the middle of the chest.
— OR —
The one where Luke’s aversion to sleeves gets the better of him on a summer tour stop in San Francisco, but the combination of Julie + a souvenir bought out of necessity warms him up eventually.
EXCERPT:
“I’m not laughing at you,” she lies, her voice quivering in the barest hint of a giggle.“It actually kind of suits you.”
“You think?” he asks, eyes darting back up to meet hers.
That last part’s not a lie— but Julie sort of wants to play it off as one. Sort of wants to keep teasing him. Sort of hates how true the sentiment is, and how easy it had been to offer up without even thinking twice about it. Because Luke shouldn’t look cute in that god-awful, over-priced cat sweatshirt he’d been forced to buy as a result of being thoroughly convinced that he’s actually immune to the cold. But he does, because he’s Luke, and Julie’s yet see him don an article of clothing that makes him look bad. It also does’t help that his eyes are alight with a hopeful anticipation as he waits on her to pass judgement that sort of takes Julie’s breath away.
And Julie kind of, sort of, really loves the fact that Luke puts so much stock in her approval. Kind of, sort of loves way he rewards her simple nod in agreement with a smile so bright, she’s half convinced the sun has come out and chased the thick San Francisco fog away. She kind of, sort of, really loves Luke in general— but maybe Luke doesn’t need to know that just yet.
Rating: M (no kidding, it is Very M. Smut ahead, ye be warned.)
Word Count: 3945
Note: It’s the final day of Jukebox Appreciation Week and I thought what better way to cap it off with a Legends Day contribution that some of you have been waiting for for quite some time.The title, as some of you have probably noticed is from Shawn Mendes’s Let Me See What’s Underneath, which is the song that originally inspired this fic. There is also a mention of Stevie Nicks and Tom Petty’s duet, Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around, which is also an important song in this ‘verse. I hope you all enjoy it and that the long wait was worth it!
Snippet:
He’s going to take his time. They have all night and Luke plans to make the most of it. After five years of wanting her and finally knowing that she wants him in the same way, has wanted him for as long, it would be so easy to just rush through this. To yank his clothes off while she does the same and finally, be with her, be inside of her, to worship her the way he’s always dreamed about.
They got a start the other night, but now he has time, time to take his time.
“Yes,” Julie gasps into his ear as his body traps hers against the hotel room wall, his mouth at her throat, sucking deeply into the skin there while her hand fists into his hair, like she’s afraid he might pull away.
No chance of that.
He’s never letting go of her again, not until she tells him to.
hi just wanted to drop in and say a quick but huge thank you for organising this week! the prompts have all been so wonderful and creative, and my fic tbr list has never been longer 😌 so im sending much love and thanks to you all 😊💜
Thanks so much for participating! We're so glad you enjoyed the week, and we're looking forward to diving into our own fic tbr lists now that we're finished with our mod duties!
➤ Day Seven of Jukebox Appreciation Week: Legends @jukebox-week
"(...) Even though I don't approve of this little stunt you pulled, I won't go down in history as the principal who kicked Julie Molina out of the music program. But when you win your first Grammy, I want to be thanked."
Random Drabble Day (6/23)
"I still can't believe it," Julie said, her eyes were glued to the white ceiling, and she could almost see the night play out like a movie being projected into it.
From his place lying down next to her, Luke hummed in agreement. "I can't believe we won one Grammy, let alone two." And while his tone might've sounded subdued to a stranger, Julie knew it was just the shock still in place. "Are you sure we weren't dreaming?"
"Only if we had the same dream."
"Eh," he shrugged, and Julie felt his shoulder as it moved against hers. "Stranger things have happened."
Rolling her head to the side so she could look at him, Julie found her now very-much-alive boyfriend already looking at her, a playful smirk pulling on his lips.
The night had been a blur. They won two out of the four Grammys they'd been nominated for, they'd given speeches and shaken hands. They had a party at the Orpheum, thanks to Trevor renting out the place, because it only seemed fair to celebrate where it had all started. They partied with their friends and families until the early hours of the morning, and then dragged themselves to the apartment the band shared, still riding on the day's high.
Now, lying there in the stillness of the early morning, looking at him, Julie couldn't quite figure out how she'd gotten so lucky.
She turned on her side and leaned on her elbow, resting her cheek on her hand. Luke looked up at her, his smirk melting into a soft smile that matched the love she could see shining from his eyes.
"Thank you," she said, hoping he could see how much she meant it.
He chuckled lightly, a slight frown creasing his forehead. "For what?"
"For everything." Julie didn't need any more words then, because she could see the understanding and the gratitude reflecting back at her.
"Ditto," he said, and she couldn't help the snort that escaped her for his inelegant response.
Once their laughter trailed off, she leaned down, pressing her lips on his to seal the moment with a kiss. Much to Luke's dismay, she soon pulled back, eyes shining with renewed excitement.
"We won a Grammy!" She pushed herself up to her feet, and Luke soon joined her in bouncing on the bed, screaming for the whole building to hear.
