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Bi as fuck she/they all humans deserve rights :)

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disclaimer: i am not comfortable writing smut atm so please don’t ask for it :)

jatp

requests: listed characters

luke

reggie

alex

series

xoxo, Rose (momma) Molina 

His Story//Reginald

Outed//Alex

harry potter

requests: all student characters

riverdale

requests: all student characters

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y’all please give me jatp fic ideas i’m dying out here

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I KUST FOUND OUT A FRIEND OF MINE HAS ONE OF MY FANARTS AS THEIR LOCKSCREEN AND NOTHING HAS EVER MADE ME THIS HAPPY

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Ok, next in the series do y’all want a Luke fic? Or how the boys got the Orpheum gig (via Rose)? Maybe how they met Rose? Please give me input!

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Outed//Alex

Sort of (???) a continuation of His Story. However, you don’t have to read it to understand this one.

Note: I've decided that Rose was in their friend group in this series and that she dated Bobby in High School. Also, she helped get them the gig at the Orpheum (I'm gonna write ab that later).

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It was a simple thing really, the boys didn’t think anything of it. Everyone knew Alex was gay, it was a given. But that couldn’t be true, or I wouldn’t be writing this. MnM they called him, but Alex much preferred to call him by his name, Matthew Mitts. The star player of the football team, the king of the cafeteria crowd, most importantly, the subject of Alex’s affection.

What was there not to love? Shaggy brown hair, round glasses, tattoos galore, biceps. Alex had been crushing on this guy for a year. The boys caught on quickly--Bobby first, Reggie last (he’s lucky he played base)--and went on to tease Alex about it. all. the. time. A simple “You know I could go for some MnM’s right now.” here, a dash of “Might wanna join the football team this season.” there.

They were careful not to go too far though, ever since the time they pushed Alex into what Luke liked to call ‘feisty mode’ (I’ll have to tell you about that another day). The day it happened was no different than usual. Alex tutored Matthew during study hall, met up with the band and me at lunch, and ate at the indoor-outdoor diner down the road from school.

Everything went almost perfectly. Note the almost. Alex was trying to convince the boys to do Choreo while they weren’t playing at a performance for what must have been the tenth time this week when he walked in. Alex instantly brightened at his favorite guy on campus sending him a short wave and a smile which was shrugged away on the spot. 

we all turned around in confusion at our friend’s ever-growing frown. The gaze we were met with though, was icy cold and hard. All five of us felt out of the mood and Reggie, being Reggie, offered to get us shakes from Betty’s Creams, and just like that, the event was shrugged from our brains. But it wouldn’t leave Alex alone all weekend.

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Monday came and Alex waited in the library for Matthew like always. Only that day he never showed up. 10 minutes turned into 20, then 30, then 40, on and on until the bell rang dismissing him to the next period. Alex was sad, to say the least. He ignored his friends during classes and lunch, avoiding us in passing.

Alex was putting his books in his locker at the end of the day when he saw the note. In scribbly handwriting he had fallen in love with four words were written. empty classroom, ten after. He quickly grabbed his bag and rushed down the corridors to the empty classroom, filled with hope.

Upon arrival, he was yanked inside and the lock clicked behind him. Alex turned to face the beautiful boy with a smile that softened when he was met with a teary-eyed Matthew.

“Hey,” Alex practically whispered out. He reached forward to pull the boy into a hug. He was shrugged off.

“Alex, we can’t.” The brown-haired boy let out between sobs. “We can’t.”

“What do you mean Matt? Why weren’t you in the library earlier?”

“Alex they know! They know you’re gay! And we just, we can’t.”

“Who knows Matt?” Alex said, taking a step back in confusion.

“My friends! And they.. they can’t...” He sighed, looking down. “They can’t know that I am too. They can’t know that I’ve been in love with you since the seventh grade and that you are the only reason I am still fucking alive!”

Alex stood in shock at Matthew’s words. He felt unworthy of the boy’s love.

“I’m in love with you too Matt.”

“I know Alex. And that’s why we can’t do this anymore. Starting tomorrow, we’ve never met okay? I can’t continue whatever this is without completely and utterly fucking it up. Maybe one day we can be together. ”

"I can work with one day.” Alex smiled, and before Matthew could start talking again he brought him into a kiss. It was sweet and clean and full of passion. He pulled away and wiped the boy’s tears with his thumbs.

“See you 'round Mitts.”

I’m sorry to tell you that he never got his one day with Matthew. If I could change what happened that fateful night I would’ve. I would stop the world if it meant seeing them again. 

You might be wondering why I'm telling you all this. I'm sick. I was going to tell you about the three charmers I called my home when you turned 15, but I don't know if I'll make it that long. So here's to 15 baby. Love you always Jules.

xoxo,

Rose (momma) Molina

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a/n: hope you all enjoyed! Requests are open!!!

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His Story//Reginald

Got a request for this from @laughterisorange​ on my other account and decided to roll with it, enjoy.

Series parts: 1 2(Outed//Alex)

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When in a crisis humans have two reactions, fight and flight. From the moment we come into this world it begins. Something bad happens? We either, a, fight back, or his favorite, b, run and hide. Crawl into your little spot, block out the screams with music, and try not to cry. At least that’s what he was doing right now.

Reggie was in his closet, blankets and pillows crowded into it, his Walkman blasting rock music to drown out the screams. It happened to be a normal scenario for him at this point. To hide away until one stormed out or went to bed. He really didn’t think much of it.

They did. They knew something was wrong when Reg missed rehearsal one time, was late to the next, and almost missed school one day from “sleeping in.” Tonight was no different. A rap at the window alerted Reggie that Alex was outside. He didn’t hear it so much as feel it. The window being right next to the closet had it’s perks.

He dragged himself up, moved to it push it open, and leaned out. As expected, there was Alex looking at him as if waiting for something. Glancing at the sky, Reggie noticed that it had begun to swirl into a beautiful mix of coloring that he wanted to sketch as quickly as possible. But Alex had to be here for a reason--the band normally avoid the house as a rule of thumb.

“Reg?” Alex whispered yelled.

‘”What’s up Alex?” Reggie replied in a louder slightly annoyed voice, not like they could hear him anyways.

“Dude, rehearsal?”

Reggie’s eyes widened, he had entirely forgotten about band rehearsal tonight. The sense of time in Reggie’s head was almost non-existent at this point, so he was guessing it was Friday. Alex brushed off the shocked expression on the other boys face and waved him to grab his things. Reggie quickly grabbed his backpack and go-bag, which held all the necessities for a possible sleepover in Bobby’s studio. Guitar picks, an extra flannel shirt, spare cash, his sketchbook, and of course, food.

Reggie checked to make sure his door was locked before he hopped out his window onto the roof of the porch. He shimmied down the railing and offered Alex a small smile as they both hopped into the car. The ride was quiet, the gentle hum of the engine and the rock music quietly whizzing in the background being the only things to break the silence.

The boys hopped out of the truck and Reggie practically ran around back to the studio. However, when he whipped open the doors he was not met with the band’s usual set up, but his two friends lying on the couch. Both of their heads lifted with confusion that quickly transformed into bright smiles. 

“Hey Reggie, what’s up?” Bobby asked.

“Uh band rehearsal??”

“Dude It’s a Thursday, why would we have rehearsal??” Luke jumped in.

“Well Alex sai-” Reggie turned to the boy who was now blocking the entrance to the studio. “Alex, why am I here?”

“We need to talk Reg.” Alex said guiding the black haired boy onto the couch. He smiled at Luke as he kissed his cheek before turning back. “What’s up with you dude? You’re late to school and band rehearsals, you’re falling asleep in class, and you look a mess!”

That was all it took for Reggie to break down sobbing, crumbling into a ball. Alex immediately wrapped his arms around his shaking figure the other boys joining shortly after. They sat there listening to Reggie explain his home situation and trying to get him to stop crying. They eventually settled him down enough to watch a movie and go to bed. 

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Now we’re onto our second part of that reaction, fight. To push and battle your way out. The ringing of the phone after school the next day was odd to say the least. No one ever called to the studio, except for potential gigs. Gigs! all the boys seemed to realize it at the same time jumping towards the ringing. Reggie reached it first.

“Ha-ha, got you guys!” He said picking it up, “Sunset Curve, Reggie Speaking.”

His face dropped immediately and he started to mumble into the phone sending a shaky look the boy’s way. Dropping it back into the receiver he began to grab his things shoving them in his bag. Alex jumped up and grabbed his shoulders. 

“Dude, what are doing right now?”

“Gotta...go...home” Reggie said shrugging away his hands.

“No. No way Reg!” Alex grabbed his wrist waving over Luke to help. 

Arms encircled the boy as he thrashed to get out of his friend’s grip. Screams and punches thrown at stilled, cement-like bodies. Cries for what was supposed to sound like resistance but came out more like hopeless yelps for help were put out. The cage was slowly eased away as the boy fell into his bandmates grasp. Peace finally settling over him.

So that’s how Reg got here, at least that’s how your “uncle” Bobby told it to me. I missed Bobba as a boyfriend for a while, but we work better platonically. And anyway, shortly after that I met the cute coffee shop barista, or as you know him, your dad. Love you always Jules.

xoxo,

Rose (momma) Molina

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a/n: Hope y’all enjoyed! I have it in mind that Reg is an artist bc he has such an appreciation for pretty things. Also had to throw some Luke x Alex in there for ya. Love you guys, gals, and non-binaries!