#ray/rose/reggie

[invisibleraven]

Whatever they write on their skin appears on your body for Rose/Ray/Reggie pretty please?

The first time Ray's soulmate scribbles show up, they are a series of doodles spreading over the back of his hand, like a henna design that he gets to watch magically appear. He wishes had had such skill to return the favour, but all he can do is draw a simple smiley face on the opposite hand. But given his soulmate works it into a new design, he figures they like it well enough.

They doodle back and forth often-no names or details, but little comuniques signed with a cartoon sun or flower respectively. Ray comes to treasure each message, and silently mourns as they faed from his skin. He takes photos of some, and of messages of others who also want them preserved, and gets better and better with the camera, to the point that it becomes a career.

Ray loves seeing life through his lens-seeing details others might miss, capturing moments of unbridled joy, forever saving people as they are. Yes he does take lots of posed photos-he has to pay the bills somehow, but his favourite are candid shots.

That's how he finds himself at a Petal Pushers show, taking shots of the ladies playing their hearts out, and he hopes his pictures capture even a modicum of their talent and enthusiasm.

Then he gets a shot of the lead singer-shooting him heart eyes as she croons into her mic, to the point that Ray isn't sure how he doesn't drop his camera.

After the show she approaches him. "So, did you get any good shots?"

"Won't know until I develop them, but I think so," he admitted.

"I'd like to see them when you do," she replied, fluttering her lashes. "Maybe over a drink?"

"Yeah!" he smiles at her-god he'd never seen such a beautiful woman. Yes, he knows he has a soulmate out there, as does she, but there's no harm in seeing where this goes while he waits to meet the one. "Let me give you my card...unless you wanna have the drink now?"

"I'll take both."

Ray isn't sure how his heart doesn't beat out of his chest while he scrambles for a card. Only...he's all out, and groans audibly at the realization. "I seem to have left my cards in my other coat."

The woman shrugged, then pulled a pen out, offering the length of her arm. "Write it here, I'll definitely call you."

Ray had never been more careful writing down the seven digits of his number, along with his name on her skin. Only she gasped as he finished. "What?"

"Your arm..." she said, ponting at it.

Ray looked down, and there, scrawled in his own writing, was the digits and letters he had just written on this woman's arm. "Oh....hi."

"Rose," she supplied.

~

They were happy together-even if they loved to give each other grief over finding each other while trying to pick them up. But it was also utterly romantic, and they were happy, writing each other sappy messages while Rose went on tour or Ray had an out of town assignment.

It was one such time that Ray felt the familiar tingling meaning Rose was writing him a message. He smiled, drying off his hands after rinsing the last dish, lifting his arm.

Only...that wasn't Rose's handwriting.

It was similar, spiky and tight, but the loops were too big, the slants off. Maybe someone else was writing on her arm? It had happened from time to time, since neither of them had learned to carry around a notepad for taking down important details.

But...these looked like dates? American history dates that someone might write on their arm to help them remember during a test and take a sneaky peak if they forgot. And unless Rose was doing classes at night while on tour, he doubted she or anyone she knew would need such information.

What was going on?

Rose called not long after, her voice trembling. "Did you see it too?" she asked.

"The history cheat sheet? Yeah. Wasn't me."

"Or me," Rose said. "Can you write me a message?"

Ray grabbed a pen, uncapping it with his teeth and drew a simple heart on his hand, and heard Rose breathe a sigh of relief, one he echoed as he saw her write two interlocking R's inside it.

"Okay, so we have another soulmate out there," she said. "One still in school if this is anything to go by."

"Hopefully a senior," Ray quipped. They were only twenty two, so a four or five year age difference wasn't a terrible one to overcome, but it might be a bit of a problem if they were any younger.

"Dios, I wonder if they've gotten any of our messages, or are really confused now?" Rose pondered.

The tingling started again, and Ray looked down, seeing another heart join the one he had drawn, a small smiley face inside of it. "I guess that wasn't you?"

"No," Rose replied. "But I'm glad that they're happy, whoever they are."

"I can't wait to meet them."

~

Reggie was always prone to scribbling-he had drawing pads full of designs, notes, unfinished songs, and D&D campaigns. It was rare he drew on his skin-finding ink stained his skin for far longer than usual, and scrubbing it made him turn red, and his mom mad about doodling.

Sure he had been told for years about writing on your skin could send messages to your soulmate, but he had never seen it work on his parents, so he figured it was a load of hogwash. But then on the day when he was trying to 'help' himself on his history test, a heart appeared.

A heart with two R's inside of it, and Reggie immediately wondered how his soulmate knew his name.

He didn't figure it mattered-he had a soulmate!

He wasn't sure how he managed to pass his history test after that, even without using his notes, but he did, though that didn't matter when he knew there was someone out there who was meant for him.

He passed a lot of girls and guys in the halls-and considered each person with an R name-Richie Marcus, Rebecca Albright, Robin Clancey, Rosie Jennings...

Or maybe-maybe it was Bobby?

"Bobbers?" he asked at lunchtime. "Did you see any scrubbles on your arm during fifth period?"

"Why?" Bobby asked.

The marks on Reggie's arm from his soulmate had faded by now, so he pulled out his pen and drew a simple lightsaber on his pointer finger, looking at Bobby's own hand to see if it appeared there. No dice. "Never mind."

Bobby shrugged, going back to bugging Luke-his favourite pastime. But Alex sat next to him and nudged him. "Did you get a soulmate scribble?"

"Yeah," Reggie admitted in a whisper. "It was a heart with two R's, so I thought maybe..."

"Disappointed that it's not him?" Alex asked.

"Not really? I mean it would be cool to find out your soulmate is one of your best friends, but I just it's never that easy."

Little did Reggie know how true those words would be.

~

The next year, Reggie didn't really think about soulmates. He was too busy grieving his friends and finding his footing again with Rose and Ray's help.

And that was half the problem-Reggie really liked the two of them, forever grateful that they had brought him home, had made them a part of their family. But it was also really obvious they were each other's soulmate, without seeing their markings, and he hadn't heard from his in so long.

Maybe...maybe his soulmate had died, just like the guys. It would be his luck to lose everyone in one fell swoop.

However, as time passed, Reggie came out of his gloom, with help from not only Rose and Ray, but his therapist-she was more the type to kick his butt than to coddle him, but that was what he needed. She had gotten him to pick up his banjo again, so maybe she could help with this.

"Do you want to try contacting your soulmate?" Pepper asked. "There's no deadline."

"I have to know," Reggie said, resolute, even as the pen shook in his hold. "That they are still out there, and didn't abandon me, or..."

"Have you thought about what you're going to say?"

Reggie shook his head, twirling the pen in his grip-a trick he had picked up from Alex, though he would never be able to do some of the things with drumsticks that he could.

"I think...I think I'll draw the heart they first sent me?"

"Romantic, I like it."

Reggie tooka breath, pen hovering over his skin. Then finally, he pressed it down, carefully sketching out the heart, the intertwined R's, holding his breath as he pulled the pen back, beaming as another heart with a smiley face appeared alongside it.

"Well I think that's a good place to end things today," Pepper said, subtly wiping at her eyes. "Next week?"

"Next week," Reggie said, beaming as he walked out, sitting in the sunshine for a moment, then startling as a horn beeped, and he saw Ray and Rose waving at him. "Oh hey!"

"Come on slow poke, we've got Thai food!" Rose exclaimed, waving him towards the car.

Reggie grinned, sliding into the middle seat, Rose and Ray on either side of him, the music playing and the sun shining.

"Good session?" Ray asked as he pulled the car out of the spot.

"Really good," Reggie responded, rubbing over the hearts on his hand.

"I'm glad," Rose said, laying her hand over his.

A hand with two very familiar hearts on it.

Reggie froze, then looked over to where Ray was holding the steering wheel, seeing the same hearts drawn there. "Pull over."

"What's wrong tesoro?" Rose asked, even as Ray found a spot to stop the car. "Are you sick?"

Reggie shook his head, then held out his hand-showing off two hearts on his hand, one slowly fading. Rose gasped, then grabbed Ray's hand, holding the three of them together, watching as the markings disappeared, leaving only a mark on Reggie, and half a heart on Rose and Ray each.

"The two R's...they were for Rose and Ray," Reggie said, breaking into a hysterical giggle.

Rose and Ray smiled wetly at each other, then picked up a pen, and drew the heart back on their hands, making a new design with three R's in the centre.

"Now it's for all three of us," Rose replied.

"I love it," Reggie said, clinging to them both.

"Us too," Ray said.

It was a design they drew over and over, as a sign of love, of home, a reminder that they were tied together forever. A design that they all had tattooed over their real hearts after their wedding, one that Reggie hid in the cover art of every single album that he put out.

With the smiley face heart always there, right beside it.

[mahuhumaling]

JATP Season 2 Wishlist

that i wrote in my notes app back in:

and realized i never posted it here? tbf i'm rarely on tumblr. but because i really miss them rn i want to share my ✨ brainrot ✨ that i had back when i thought they were getting a renewal.

Carrie Wilson

she was my biggest flaw in Season 1. I wish her "redemption arc" is fleshed out more in Season 2; give her either more context & backstory to validate her reason for unnecessarily antagonizing Julie, or screentime to properly address how she's just projecting an emotion completely different into bitterness and anger into Julie's recovery

show particularly her earlier dynamic w/ Flynn and Julie? Maybe as Flynn calls her out, we'd get flashback glimpses prior to Rose's death (maybe even Double Trouble temporarily being Triple Threat 👉🏽👈🏽)

for some reason i'm picturing a scene where she's in her dance studio (she has one in their mansion, of course) practicing some of her Dirty Candy routine when she keeps messing up and not in the right mindset to keep dancing. i feel like the best (maybe easiest but whatever) way to guide the audience into her artist mind is to make her be a perfectionist. in frustration, she blows up for a minute before slumping onto the ground and reminisces her fun times with Julie & Flynn

also when you have her develop, please don't make her lose her femininity and the bubblegum pop music, it's great

Old Songs Resurfacing

it'll prove how detailed & thorough you are as a screenwriter if you pay off the songs mentioned in Season 1 in passing to be actual songs in Season 2

Unreleased: Get Lost, Long Weekend, Crooked Teeth, My Name is Luke, and if that riff from the scene in EP. 5 that spurred on the Bobby reveal isn't from one of these songs, add that too

Demo Album: Late Last Night, Lakeside Reflection, In Your Starlight

Willex

imagine your queer couple gets to have their first kiss first than your het main couple, not only will that settle Madi & Charlie's statements about being uncomfortable in doing a kissing scene and maintaining the priority of Juke's emotional over physical relationship, it would also make an powerful statement

Reggie's Character Arc

i know that he initially had an arc that involved a romance with Flynn but because of the ages of who they casted, they scrapped it and didn't have time to rewrite the scripts for him as filming neared, so they have time to adapt to how jeremy portrayed him for season 2: a lovable dork who craves familial love

since there's a possibility that lifers can now see the boys, maybe some found family trope for Reggie and Ray Molina?

he has pretty much formed a parasocial relationship with him at this point

so why not instead of a love interest, Reggie can have his character arc develop & we see his family before thru flashbacks and paralleling those in the current times because he sees Ray as a father figure

picture this: it's raining, Bobby opens the garage door to the sound of knocking, the boys find Reggie soaking wet and out of breath when he tries to say he doesn't know where else to go then the boys immediately figure out another fight in the Peters household happened. Reggie tries to talk again when Alex (because even though they're the airhead-sarcastic duo, they know they love each other) runs up to hug him and tells the other he doesn't have to say anything

cut to a freshly showered Reggie, quietly watching tv with Bobby, Luke, and Alex in the garage, eating whatever

also a solo acoustic country song, pls. just to make him happy

The Aftermath of the Deaths

for both the boys and Rose

we get parallels about how Bobby dealt with trauma and grief to Julie

like, the reason why the clothes are still in there (are to have costume changes for the boys) is because Bobby immediately moved out of the house (therefore also the garage) and left the clothes there because he couldn't bear to burn it, or visit the boys' houses to break the news to their families and return the clothes, or donate it somewhere so he just...left it. it would make for a more solid reason (for costume changes) and an emotional context as to how Bobby really tried to forget them because it was "easier."

it would also make sense why Carrie and Julie ended up friends. Rose probably was there for Bobby when they discovered what happened at the alleyway, so they stayed friends over the years and had their respective families but still kept in touch, (bonus points if absolutely nothing romantic happened between them! yay to normalizing platonic male-female relationships) and why Rose would immediately think of Bobby's three late bandmates to send for Julie when she was on her deathbed

Bobby never really "moved on" (because grief is a really complex thing). it's showed that he has a therapist and everything, and this could definitely have some aftereffects on his daughter. Carrie growing up seeing her father be this amazing rockstar but a negligent father and only showing love in ways she doesn't need (like riches and fame and connections to the music industry) because he's actually a really lonely man on the inside and no one can see that except for Bobby's spouse and Carrie. it'd explain why Carrie is spoiled, and other negative character traits that Carrie has on the surface

it's even why Bobby changed his name to Trevor: 1) Bobby is so closely associated to Sunset Curve and it's an absolute pain to be reminded of that every day, 2) it's a stage name and artists really do get that

More Worldbuilding

they already had some pretty creative concepts/ideas in the first season, so why not expand/expound on them a bit more

the instruments are attached to their souls that's why the boys at first can only touch them, like how Willie's skateboard and helmet are attached to him

which is why when they attach themselves to the world of the present, they gather up energy and focus on touching tangible things like the picture frame

this may follow the logic toward the end where they are finally able to touch Julie because she has become attached to their souls. emotionally.

More Creative Collaboration

i believe in the principle that when a story is finally released/published/told to the world, the world shares it. this is also visible in film/tv where when the scripts are finished and actors receive them, the story becomes part of theirs to work on. which means that they have some sort of autonomy over their characters' motivations, a chance to be heard of their ideas and pitches, and why some certain scenes wouldn't work, etc etc. it doesn't just become the director's story nor the screenwriters'.

the actors' ideas such as Perfect Harmony and their solos from Nothing to Lose are great because they let them in. they took risks, and it paid off incredibly well. more of that please. have them be a part of the writing process, (also the story), but never forget what made the music production great in the first place. be coherent and don't be like others that let too many hands work on one piece—it will lose its sound, its identity.

Julie Knowing

that Nick is possessed by Caleb. ohmygOD. hear me out.

the same S1 ending will play somewhere in 2x01, but it will be revealed that Julie was watching through the window the entire time and when she opens the door to receive the flowers, that last look she gives him is actually her scheming.

determined to get Nick back, imagine The Promised Neverland's level of mindgames Julie could play with Caleb because we already know our girl's smart

Free Willie Willie's Freedom

since the boys feel indebted to Willie's help, they insist on helping him too with getting rid of Caleb's stamp

maybe through his connection with Alex? or maybe Willie's family or friends who are still lifers (which is unlikely but either way). he needs to be saved !!

Song Sequences Ideas

juke counter melody duet like Rini's "Even When/The Best Part," Shane & Mitchie's "Wouldn't Change a Thing," or dodie & Jon Cozart's "a love song/a non love song"

emotional carrie ballad paired with lyrical hiphop choreo

willex song - i absolutely have no idea where this could go directionally but maybe alex on an acoustic guitar with a really soft sweet tune

reprises of S1 songs but in the complete opposite of their original style (the fandom's lonelier All Eyes on Me version, i see u)

nick guitar solo - just because Sacha actually plays, idk how it'd fit in to the plot yet but hey

Nothing to Lose (Reprise) - back in the '90s, a producer manipulates Bobby to sign a record deal to become a star but on one condition: disassociate himself with Sunset Curve, to which he first declines until he slowly gets persuaded. (sort of like Todrick Hall's So Lucky to Be You meets Lyn Lapid's Producer Man)

"So how about it, Bobby Shaw? Do we have a deal?"

"Trevor."

"I'm sorry?"

"Call me Trevor Wilson."

i'm pretty sure someone made an animatic with this idea too but i cannot for the life of me find it !!

7. Season 2 starts the same way as Season 1 does before the opening song plays

Black screen that reads a text "Hollywood 1995"

a pan down to the Orpheum's overhead sign that reads "SUNSET CURVE SOLD OUT"

cut to the interior with Rose finishing up her cleaning when a stage manager calls out: "Sunset Curve!" to which Bobby abruptly stops his pacing back and forth to look up. he and Rose look at each other. music swells until...

cut to him running onto the alleyway, "are they still not finished eating? those gluttons are dead to me i swear—" he cuts off his own words when he sees the boys getting dragged onto stretchers. but we, the audience, don't see it. just a close up of bobby as the ambulance lights reflects his face. rose comes up behind him, still clutching their t-shirt.

[i honestly have no idea if Bobby should get on stage because it just proves Luke's theory of The Orpheum's opening bands eventually becoming big & successful so it'll explain the Trevor Wilson fame even though at first he only did it for the boys, or if he shouldn't because according to the article Julie googled he ran away immediately after they were pronounced in the scene] but either way, this is how the opening starts.

then it progresses to Rose and Bobby respectively having children so they could parallel each other blah blah

8. Julie plays a simple song on the piano while the guys watch her in awe

Storytelling through Props

let's dive deep into Rose's luggage/suitcase and use the props to head for Julie's emotional attachment with them

they already did it with the wardrobe: Rose wears the black leather vest in the pilot while Julie wears the same thing in EP 6

add depth to the characters' relationships like us finding out Julie's multilayered necklace is actually a gift from Carrie or something

SOYON ANN YOU'RE A GIFT FROM GOD. Bobby's necklace is present in both young and old!him

**Rose in flashback scenes should be wearing clothes we've already seen Julie in Season 1 just for greater effect.

The Bobby Conflict

definitely needs to be brought up again by Season 2; they only discarded somewhere in the middle because more pressing matters like the boys' existence blipping away was pushed to the forefront of the story

however, The Bobby Conflict changes. it'll be cleared up that he was offered a record deal as a solo artist by a manipulative producer. and given that the poor boy is only 17 (too, maybe), he agrees. what he doesn't know is the contract's fine print: giving up Sunset Curve's royalties

that information clears it up to the audience and the band, so the conflict becomes this: Bobby's Survivor's Guilt. god wouldn't that be so good tackling that in a kids'/family show.

[phantomwriter95]

My Fics

Julie and the Lifeguards AU (Series of Interconnected One Shots)

Part 1: Juke

Part 2: Juke

Part 3: Willex

Part 4: Flarrie

Part 5: Boggie (Coming Soon!)

I Keep on Going When It's All Falling Apart - The Earthquake Fic (In Progress Multi-Chapter Fic)

Julie and the Phantoms... Babysitting Service?! - Magical De-Aging Fic (In Progress Multi-Chapter Fic)

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

Gonna accumulate a new taglist cause I don’t wanna assume that everyone who was into my fics 2 years ago is back in this jatp obsession with me.

So…. Like this post if you wanna be tagged when I post new jatp fics? With the understanding that I might post like 5 in a row today.

[innytoes]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Reggie decides that Julie can never, ever know.

[severelightpainterangel]

I’m really enjoying this show! I love the relationship Julie has with her dad and brother it’s rare you see single dads in tv shows. Flynn is easily becoming one of my favorite characters definitely a great best friend and the music this episode was great as well

Really glad I gave this show a chance

[legolasghosty]

idk how to actually ask prompts or if ur still doing these (feel free to delete this one if ur not) but i have this scenario in my head where Ray take his 4y/o Julie to the park with his wife and a 5y/o Reggie comes by his back "Dad! Dad, look what i found!...you're not my dad." and Reggie can't actually find his dad

Hello Anon! Yes still taking prompts, sorry this took so long! Irl things were taking too much energy so I've been really slow on the prompt fills. I hope this finds you well! And I hope this matches up with what you were thinking, it's a really good idea!!!

TW: Implied child abuse and neglect.

"Swing, swing!" Julie exclaims, pulling at her parents' hands as the playground comes into view.

Ray laughs. "Of course, mija, we can do swings," he tells his 4-year-old daughter.

"Might have to just be you on that one though," Rose tells him, glancing down at the baby strapped to her chest. "I think Carlos is starting to wake up."

Ray leans over to peck her on the cheek. "Of course, I got it."

"Swing!" Julie cries again, more insistent this time.

Ray chuckles and allows her to tug him towards the tall, metal swing set. Julie clambers up onto one of the seats and Ray ducks around the chains to get behind her.

"Ready, Julie?" he asks, placing one hand on her back.

"Yes!" Julie cheers.

"Ready, set, go!" Ray calls as he pushes her forward.

His daughter giggles as she flies through the air, first up and then back down towards Ray. He can't help but echo the sound as he pushes her higher and higher. Not too high, she's only 4 after all, but enough to give her that magical feeling of weightlessness that Ray misses from his own childhood.

He glances over at one point to see Rose going down the little slide with a gurgling Carlos in her arms. He wishes he had his camera on him so he could get a picture of it. Ah well, another time.

Julie protests when he misses a push so he turns back to his little girl. Her ponytail is bouncing all over as she tips her head back. Ray thanks God every day that Rose knows how to handle her curls. He wouldn't have the faintest clue where to even start with them.

"Dad! Dad, look what I found!" someone yells from behind him.

Ray thinks nothing of it until he feels a small hand tugging on his black and green overshirt. He looks down to see a little boy, probably a little older than Julie, with dark, straight hair that falls over his eyes. Through the fringes, Ray can see the boy's delight and excitement quickly turn to confusion.

"W-wait, you're not my dad," the boy stutters, stepping back quickly.

"It's okay, no worries," Ray assures the boy, giving him a wide smile. He scans the playground quickly. "Is that your dad over there?" he asks, pointing to a man sitting beside the sandbox who looked to be around his build.

The boy squints, then shakes his head. "No, that's not him," he responds. He stares around at all the grown-ups there, and Ray can see him getting tenser with every passing second.

Ray drops into a squat so he can be on eye level with the kid. "Well how about I help you find your dad?" he offers, smiling.

The boy seems unsure. "Mom wouldn't like that," he mutters, dropping his eyes to the ground.

Stranger Danger, Ray thinks. He's glad the kid is cautious at least. "I bet your mom will just be relieved that they found you," he reassures the boy. He holds out a hand. "I'm Ray."

"Reggie," the boy says. He hesitates, then reaches out to shake Ray's hand in his tiny one.

"Who're you?" Julie asks suddenly, jumping off her now slowed swing to run up beside Ray.

"This is Reggie," Ray tells her. "We're gonna help him find his dad."

"Okay!" Julie agrees, grinning through her crooked front teeth. She turns to Reggie. "Hi, I'm Julie, this is my dad!"

Reggie returns her grin slowly. "Hi Juwie."

"Ju-lee," she corrects, giggling.

Reggie goes red. "Sorry, sorry," he stutters, his smile gone and his eyes widening.

Ray frowns at that reaction. Who was teaching a kid this young to be this upset over a simple mistake? Lots of the kids in Julie's preschool class had done the same thing.

"It's okay," Julie says, suddenly alarmed. She darts forward and wraps her arms around Reggie's shoulders.

Reggie seems startled by the hug, but after a second he returns it. Ray's chest feels warm at how Julie has so easily made the boy relax.

When Julie lets him go, Ray clears his throat and glances around the playground again. "Reggie, what's your dad's name?" he asks, getting back to the task at hand. The boy's parents must be frantic at not being able to find him.

Reggie frowns, thinking. "Well most of the grown-ups call him Rob, but mom calls him a word I got in trouble for saying at kindergarten."

Ray doesn't let himself dwell on that second part. "Okay, Rob then. What's your last name?"

"Peters."

Julie smiles. "That's my teacher's name."

Ray chuckles. "Well Julie, Peter is your teacher's first name. It's Reggie's last name. Like how your last name is Molina," he explains.

He racks his brain. He can't think of a Rob Peters that lives in their neighborhood, and that's most of who comes to this park. "Do you know your dad's phone number?" he asks Reggie.

Reggie shakes his head. "He gets mad if I ask about his phone."

Ray isn't sure what to do with that information. He just knows he doesn't like it. But that will have to wait. "Okay, that's okay Reggie," he assures the boy. "Where was the last place you saw him?"

"By the slide," Reggie answers, pointing. "We came over here in the truck and he took me to play."

"Your dad brought you here, but he's not here now?" Ray clarifies.

Reggie nods silently, biting his bottom lip. "He likes hiding sometimes, but I'm really good at finding him."

Ray makes a mental note to mention this to Victoria later. His sister-in-law is a social worker. Hopefully Reggie is just blowing things out of proportion because he's young and doesn't have a solid grasp on the world yet, but he'd rather be safe than sorry. Would rather Reggie be safe.

"Okay, well what does your truck look like?" he asks. "Is it still here?"

"It's blue, Dad uses it for work," Reggie tells him, looking around for the vehicle. His brow furrows. "Where's the truck?"

Ray spots the first tear escaping from the boy's eye. Julie must see it too, because she takes a couple of steps forward and pulls Reggie into another hug.

"Don't worry, my Papi is super good at finding stuff," she tells him. Then she laughs. "Unless it's his keys. Mami always has to find them for him."

Reggie lets out a watery chuckle at that. "My mom never finds things for my dad," he says. "She just yells right back at him."

"Everything okay over here?" Rose inquires, walking up to them with Carlos balanced on her hip.

Reggie retreats behind Julie, but Ray offers his wife a worried smile. "Don't worry, Reggie, this is Julie's mom, Rose," he tells the boy. "Reggie can't find his dad," he explains, rising to his feet.

"Oh no," Rose murmurs, frowning.

"I think his dad might have left him here," Ray adds in a hushed tone so only she can hear. "His truck is gone and Reggie said that his dad likes hiding from him."

"He doesn't know a phone number or an address?" Rose questions, mirroring his volume.

Ray shakes his head. "His dad's name is Rob Peters, and he drives a blue truck, but that's all I know. If he doesn't show up soon, we might have to call the police."

Rose winces. "I hope it doesn't come to that," she says. Then she smiles down at Reggie and Julie. "Well, I have some snacks in my bag," she tells the kids. "Why don't we all sit down and have something to eat. Your dad will probably be back any minute, Reggie."

Both children brighten immediately at the word 'snacks' and Ray thanks heaven for the millionth time for granting him the privilege of being married to Rose Molina. His wife leads them all over to a bench, where she'd left her large purse. She produces crackers and string cheese after a minute of digging around. Ray and Rose had learned soon after having Julie that the number one rule of having little kids was to always have food on hand.

Reggie takes some string cheese and starts tearing it open happily. Julie grabs for the crackers. Carlos whines a little and Rose laughs.

"Don't worry, you can eat too, mijo," she tells him, unbuttoning her shirt enough that he can nurse.

Ray chuckles and settles on the ground with the kids, listening to their very serious discussion about the merits of different snack foods. He wonders if Reggie lives close enough that the two could play together again, under less stressful circumstances. They were getting along pretty well so far.

Just then, Ray hears someone yelling. He looks up to see a man storming towards the playground. The guy might be taller than Ray, and definitely a lot broader. Rose, Reggie, and Julie notice the commotion a moment later.

"Dad!" Reggie exclaims, jumping up. "Dad, I'm over here!"

The man, Rob Peters apparently, turns slowly. His angry expression doesn't soften when he sees his son. "What're you doing over there?!" he demands, crossing his arms. "What have I told you about talking to strangers."

Reggie hangs his head. "I'm sorry, they were being nice," he mumbles.

"I don't care," Rob Peters snaps. "Get in the car."

Ray finally unfreezes and jumps to his feet. "Ah, you must be Reggie's dad," he says, taking a step towards the man and trying for a friendly smile. "I'm Ray, we were helping Reg-"

"I don't care who you are," Rob Peters barks. He takes a few steps forward and grabs Reggie by the arm. "We're going home, kid."

And then they're gone before Ray can get another word out. Reggie manages a little wave over his shoulder. Ray slowly turns back to his family to find them all staring after Reggie as well. Rose glances back at him and their eyes lock.

Ray knows they're in agreement. They're going to mention this to Victoria soon.

[pupsmailbox]

STARTING WITH R

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FEMININE︰ rabecca. racen. rachel. rachelle. rae. raegan. raelee. raelyn. raelynn. ramona. raquel. raven. raya. rayla. rayna. rayne. reagan. reagen. rebecca. rebekah. reese. regina. reign. reina. remi. remington. remy. renata. renee. renley. reyna. rhea. riley. ripley. rita. river. rivka. robin. robyn. romina. rory. rosa. rosalia. rosalie. rosalina. rosalyn. rose. roselyn. rosemary. rosie. rowan. rowyn. roxanne. royalty. ruby. rue. ruth. ryan. rylee. ryleigh. rylie.

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[writerownstory]

found family🫶🏼

kind of a Juke blurb, kind of JATP being a found family from a scene in a WIP I was working on & this no longer fits in the original WIP, but it’s too cute of a scene to never be shared. so here it is. happy juke jeudi!

~

“Oh man, I’m so excited to sleep in my own bed for a couple nights,” Reggie sighed, throwing himself down on the couch in the band’s dressing room.

“You mean you won’t miss sleeping in bunks with Alex and Luke?” Julie asked as she sat at the vanity to begin taking her stage makeup off.

“I mean I love cuddling as much as the next guy but nothing compares to my own bed,” Reggie said with a shrug before he braced himself for Alex’s incoming pillow.

“Julie is more fun to cuddle than you two anyway,” he said, pressing a kiss to Julie’s hair.

Alex looked unbothered as he carefully packed his drumsticks away. “Julie is a better cuddler than you anyway.”

Luke whipped around to meet his girlfriend’s gaze in the mirror. “Have you been cuddling other people that aren’t me?!”

His dramatics got another giggle out of her exactly as planned. “Sometimes they need a hug too,” she said innocently.

“They?! You’ve been cuddling Reggie too??”

“There’s a reason I didn’t object to either statement about Julie being the superior cuddle buddy of this band,” Reggie said from behind him.

Luke narrowed his eyes at her in the mirror again. “You’ve betrayed me.” He watched as she finished taking her makeup off and slowly shifted to get out of her chair. “Oh no you don’t!”

He pulled her up out of the chair despite her attempts to resist, and after a brief struggle—because Ray and Rose Molina did not raise a quitter—Luke threw her over his shoulder. “Say goodbye to your fellow traitors.” He turned so she could see Reggie and Alex.

“Bye fellow traitors,” she laughed. “See you in a few days.”

Reggie and Alex said their goodbyes before Luke stormed out of the dressing room with his girlfriend still giggling over his shoulder, only making feeble attempts to get down.

[daintyduck99]

Ray Molina + couches (sorry not sorry)

“So, what's up with all of the couches?”

Ray doesn't startle; it's taken practice. He smiles at the plucky ghost boy who's now lounging on the couch opposite of Ray's.

“Rose always liked to have a full house.”

Reggie goes from looking sunny to sorry that he'd asked, but Ray's smile never falters, and he leans forward as he adds,

“She'd be glad you boys are using them.”

[invisibleraven]

kisses to reassure themself that they are really safe for RoseRayReggie please?

It was cold, which was an oddity itself for LA, but especially since it was the end of July, and usually scorching. But here Reggie was, shivering in his leather jacket. Maybe because he was in a damp alley at night, but still, he usually wasn't this bad off.

"Reg."

He turned and had to bite back a scream, because there were three figures standing before him. Skin gray, eyes ghostly white but still accusatory. Luke, Alex, and Bobby-his lost friends and bandmates.

"Why didn't you die with us Reggie?" they asked, voices one and menacing.

"I'm sorry!" he cried, reaching out for them, trying to catch up but no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't catch up. "I didn't mean to, come back!"

"You don't deserve to be happy. You shouldn't be here."

"Please!" he pleaded, eyes growing blurry with tears. "DOn't leave me behind!"

"Reggie!"

Suddenly the alley disappeared, and Reggie was in his little bed, and the faces before him weren't of his deceased brother, but the concerned faces of Rose and Ray.

"You were screaming in your sleep tesoro," Rose said gently.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Reggie said, still shaking from the dream. It had felt so damn real.

"No hun, we'd rather you wake us up then suffer alone," Ray said, going to lay a gentle, reassuring hand on Reggie's shoulder.

Reggie flinched away from the touch violently. "Don't touch me!"

Ray and Rose exchanged a look-usually Reggie loved to be cuddled and hugged, especially after a nightmare. It helped him separate the visions from reality, ground him to there here and now where he was cared for, not the past that was filled with regret and sadness.

"Is there anything we can do?" Rose asked, hovering but keeping her hands to herself.

Reggie shook his head. "No. Leave me alone."

"I don't think we should do that Reggie," Ray said. "You're still shivering."

"I'M FINE!" Reggie exploded, holding himself even tighter. "GET OUT!"

"Okay hun," Rose said rising, ushering Ray towards the door. "But we're just down the hall if you need us."

Reggie barely heard the door closing over his racing thoughts.

Should be dead. Don't deserve this. Shouldn't have yelled. Fuck, they're going to kick me out now. No one loves you. They're just pretending to care. Should just leave. Your parents are right.

The shaking kept up as Reggie stood on wobbly legs, getting up from the bed. He couldn't stay here-couldn't taint Ray and Rose with him. Everyone who had truly loved him had died and everyone who was supposed to betrayed him. He didn't want to see where they would fall. He didn't know where he would go-anywhere but here.

He didn't have much-he had gotten his clothes and prized possessions from his parents, but that filled a duffel bag really. The only thing that he couldn't shove in there was his bass.

His beloved cherry red bass that was gathering dust somewhere-he had given it to Rose to put away, not wanting the reminder of Sunset Curve. He knew Celia had the other guys stuff in her garage somewhere, but he couldn't stand the thought of going to see it, to keep the guitars tuned and the cymbals shiny.

Reggie glanced around the room-not really caring if he left anything behind, there was nothing he really cared about. But he did leave a small note for Rose and Ray. His MeeMaw would flay him alive if he didn't.

Thank you for taking me in, for taking care of me. I'll get out of your hair now, so you don't need to worry about me. <3 Reggie

Nodding, he shouldered his bag, then crept out of the room, careful to close the door as silently as he could-he had a lot of practice sneaking out at this point. If there had been a fire escape handy he would have gone out the window, but no luck there.

The living room was dark and Reggie took just one moment to say goodbye to the cramped little apartment with the rickety couch, the squeaky window, the humming fridge, the weird ass fish lamp.

The lamp that turned on, showing Rose and Ray sitting there on the squat little chair. "Going somewhere?"

"I can't stay," Reggie said.

"Why not?" Rose asked, her voice betraying nothing.

"I can't drag you two into my shit anymore."

"And where were you planning on going?" Ray asked.

It stung a little that they didn't seem to want to try and stop him, but no, it was better this way. Reggie holstered the bag higher on his shoulder. "Away from here. Maybe back to Georgia."

It would be nice to see MeeMaw again. Sure the farm was pretty much his Uncle Vince's now, but it was still the place he always considered home after the studio with the guys. And here with the two people sitting so placidly on the couch-he had thought maybe this could be home, but no, that had been a fantasy, he would just ruin this-them-with all his crap.

"Were you really not going to say goodbye?" Rose asked, the first trace of emotion creeping into her voice. "Leaving us to wondering where you went?"

"I left a note," Reggie said, quiet and ashamed. "And I would have called, whenever I got there." Though...would he have? Knowing him, probably not.

"You don't need to go," Ray finally spoke up. "We want you here Reggie."

Reggie shook his head. "I can't."

"Then we're coming with you," Rose said, resolutely.

"What? No!"

The two of them looked at him. "Where you go, we go."

"I'm leaving to be away from you!" Reggie shouted. "I can't ruin you like I do everything else! It's my fault!"

"What's your fault tesoro?' Rose asked.

"Everything!" Reggie cried, the bag hitting the floor as he held himself. "My parents being like they are, the guys..."

At this, two bodies surrounded him, helping him sit on the floor as he sobbed, soothing hands petting over his back.

"None of that is your fault," Ray assured him. "Your parents were deeply unhappily people who should never have been married from what you've told us. It is not your fault that they didn't love you like they should have and took their misery out on you." With that he placed a kiss to Reggie's temple. "We will never do that."

"And your friends passing was due to unsafe food handling," Rose reminded him. "There was nothing you could have done if you were there. You would have eaten those tainted street dogs too and then..."

"Maybe I should have," Reggie muttered.

"No," Rose said, vehement, kissing his forehead. "Reggie, you have so much more to offer the world, and while I am so sorry your friends are gone, I thank God every day that you are still here."

"Why?" he sniffled.

Rose rested her forehead against his. "Because I-we-love you so much cariño."

"You shouldn't," Reggie replied. "I'm not worth it."

"You are," Ray insisted. "So much. And we will spend however long it takes until you believe it, and beyond that."

Reggie shuddered as his breathing calmed and the tears slowed. "Really? It might take a long time though."

"So?" Rose replied with a shrug. "We've got time."

Reggie held them tight, feeling safe-maybe this was that catharsis thing they always talked about? But he still had those voices-those doubts floating through his brain. "I think maybe I should talk to someone."

"We can do that," Ray assured him. "I have an old college buddy who did psychology-Pepper, you'll love her."

"Okay," Reggie said, taking a deep breath. "Okay."

"Now, how about we go to bed, and in the morning we can call Pepper or book a flight to Georgia, or just have ice cream for breakfast, whatever you want," Rose suggested.

"Do we have any Chunky Monkey left?' Reggie asked as they all got up.

Rose and Ray shared a look, and a smile, helping Reggie to their room, intent on cuddling him to sleep. "I'm sure we do."

[breakaway71]

u said in ur death of a fandom post ur writing a bunch of jatp fic still. curious what fics ur writing rn?

LOL uh...well, if you've been to my blog at all, you probably saw a lot of some of them recently. But, sure. Here's a breakdown of pretty much all my main WIPs for the fandom. Almost all of them are trending towards a minimum 10k. Some are quite a lot longer. * Lonely Souls sequel, Reggie/Julie, takes place a couple months after the original * A new addition to the 88 mph (take off, last stop) verse, spans the bridge between Julie leaving 1995 and returning to her regular time, from Ray's POV. Primarily Ray/Rose, but will have some Ray/Reggie as well, particularly at the end. * Crossover with Voltron, canon-adjacent (honestly probably canon-compliant for both, at least to a point?), spans the timeline between both universes, Reggie/Keith. (I tragically lost all my hand-written notes for this one a couple years back and never really recovered after that, but I refuse to give up on it.) * Crossover with Back to the Future, essentially canon-compliant for both universes, Marty/Luke rivals-to-lovers shenanigans * Reggie-centric canon-divergent vampire fic, almost definitely gen * mer!Reggie fic, canon-compliant, Reggie/Julie There are several other more nebulous ideas lurking around my WIP folder(s), and a couple smaller one-shot/timestamp things as well, but this is the bulk of the bigger projects right now. :) Side note: the other way you can tell that I am more serious about my JATP writing is that every single story listed above has a real title (I didn't list them here, but trust me, they have them). Almost none of my WIPs in any other fandom actually have titles. 😂

[phantomwriter95]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Mercer/Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters/Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Flynn Taylor/Carrie Wilson Characters: Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Carrie Wilson, Flynn Taylor, Caleb Covington, Carlos Molina, Ray Molina, Rose Molina Additional Tags: Bobby Shaw is Not Trevor Wilson, Everyone Is Alive, Good Caleb Covington Series: Part 3 of Julie and the Lifeguards Summary:

It's summer time at the Hollywood Pool Club, the gang is all here, and love is in the air! Time for the highly anticipated Willex meet-cute!

Part three of a collection of fics from my alive AU where Sunset Curve + Willie work at the HPC, the country club owned by the (not evil, just eccentric) Caleb Covington, and where Julie and Flynn spend their time during the summer break. Fics will be cute, fluff filled stories featuring various couples: Juke, Willex, Boggie, and Flarrie.

[luucypevensie]

🦁 for Freddie?

YAS THANK YOU ANNA FOR ASKING!! Tagging @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @rose-of-oz, @ginevrastilinski-ocs, @thetenthdoctorscompanion, @nikosasaki, @gabbysdawsons, & @aliverse

Their favorite gemstone: Freddie is an appreciator of onyx (but his birthstone, emerald, would be a close second)

Their most heroic moment: Definitely telling Carrie to fuck off because he was coming to his best friend's aid and she needed to be brought down a peg or two in his opinion

A superstition they believe in (if they do believe in them): Freddie is one of those people who believes that whistling backstage is bad luck

Their favorite 2000s song: Numb by Linkin Park

Their first pet: One day, on his way home from his bookstore job, Freddie noticed a stray black cat following him. He had no tags on him, and Freddie didn't see any missing cat posters nearby. So, he let the cat follow him back to his place and he hid him in the basement. There was a broken window that the cat knew he could come and go as he pleased, which helped in the long run. Later on, when Freddie was taken in by the Penns, the cat followed him there. He was properly adopted by Freddie and aptly named Onyx because of his shiny black coat

Their favorite video game: Guitar Hero, hands down

Their lowest moment: During one of Freddie and Reggie's dad's drunken binges, he and their mom started another one of their screaming matches. It got to the point that their father was about to hit her and Freddie, who saw it coming, jumped in the way to take it. However, unlike when he got a concussion, the hit turned into a kick so hard that it bruised Freddie's ribs and broke one of his fingers where they were protecting his stomach. It was at that point that he felt himself go numb and his mind went to a different place

Their crime against humanity (whether that's an actual crime or something cringeworthy/embarrassing they've done): Freddie actually wrote a love song about Sam in middle school, but refused to sing it because a little part of him died while writing it. Somehow, it fell out of his backpack and Sam got a hold of it, leaving Freddie crying while Julie and Flynn tried to calm him down (Sam never knew that Freddie wrote it until after they started dating, to which he reacted by fucking beaming like a ray of sunshine and gave him a long kiss)

Their middle name: Steven (a tribute to his other brother, Steve, who died of cancer when Freddie was too little to remember him because it's my story and I somehow only just now found out that Reggie has a little brother named Steve according to Jeremy Shada. Sorry Steve, you're being written off here)

If they have sloppy or neat handwriting: It leans more to the side of neat

[astra-galaxie]

CC Characters' Headcanons - Suspects/Killers (Q-T)

(Excluding main and recurring characters)

Queen Mary III

Quentin Montague

Rachel Priest

Rags

Rahul Shah

Ralph McKenzie

Ramon Cortez

Ramona Stewart

Randolph

Raoul Colletti

Raphael Soza

Ravi Jabari

Ray Parker

Ray Westman

Rebecca Moire

Reggie Bates

Reggie Perez

Reggie Pratt

Regulus

Rehema Tamun

Rémi Roy

Renée Daucourt

Renee Leland

Richard Dobbs

Richard Harding

Richie Lacroix

Rick Lewis

Rick Murray

Ricky Hillingdon

Rico Damascus

Riley Davies

Rivke Gelber

Robert Hicks

Roberto Vasquez

Robyn Ash

Rockley Rochester

Roger Dence

Roger Strout

Roland Nanty

Roman Harris

Ron Riggs

Ronin Ozawa

Ronnie Hawk

Rosamund Wilcox

Rosa Sanchez

Rose Cassidy

Rose Field

Rose Sweet

Rosie Summers

Ross Barthe

Roxanne Vega

Roxie Sparks

Roy Loukas

Rozalina Davidov

Rubarae

Ruben Lindstrom

Ruby Armstrong

Rupert Snow

Ruth

Ruth Matuszak

Ruth Wu

Ruthie Samson

Sbrina Kingston

Sadie Kek

Sadie Smith

Safiya Hanif

Sally Hooper

Sally Perkins

Sally Stone

Salvador Cordero

Sam Ellis

Samantha Warner

Samson Drake

Samuel Waldorf-Ridgewood

Sandeep Sadhra

Sandra Hwang

Sandy Lemko

Santa Claus

Santiago Sanchez

Sarah Bennett

Sarah Brown

Sarah Cardwell

Sarah Mills

Savannah Austin

Savannah Blake

Scorpius

Scott Buckley

Scott Greene

Scott Ridley

Sean Rubio

Sebastian Morales

Serap

Serena Johnson

Serena Kwame

Sergei Yablokov

Seth Daemon

Shabaka

Shanaya Peota

Shane Redfern

Sharon Jeung

Sharon Kimmel

Sharon White

Shaun Crosby

Shawn Bailey

Shawna Knox

Sheikh Faisal

Sheila Black

Sheila MacCarthy

Shelly Dulard

Shi Miyuan

Shweta Noorani

Sid Montrose

Sidney Hirsch

SILVERee

Simone Lemaitre

Simone Severine

Sirius Atwood

Sister Beppa

Sister Dolly

Skylar Sage

Sofia of Girona

Solon

Solstice Spirit

Somerset Osborne

Sorhon

Spencer Dickson

Stan Jensen

Stanley Bullock

Stanley Spark

Stanley Turnscrew

Steve Bundy

Steve Roy

Steve Srebnik

Steven Crowe

Steven Hwang

Stewart Benedict

Stuart O'Neil

Subutai

Sue-Ellen Lovely

Sue Xiong

Suleiman the Magnificent

Sultan Mahmoud

Sunny

Susan Blair

Susan Etter

Susan Huckabee

Susan Peck

Susanna Towers

Susie Nottingham

Suzuki Sakura

Sven Blattner

Sveta Rasputina

Sylvain Sauternes

Sylvia May

Tallulah Shropshire

Talmadge Baldwin

Tamat Loren

Tammy Baker

Tamra Johnson

Tamu Wanjiku

Tank

Taylor Kirby

Tao Wei

Tashi

Teacher Yang

Ted Esquire

Teddy Brooks

Teresa Martínez

Teresa Turing

Terrance Williams

Tess Goodwin

Tex Houlihan

Thaddeus Mulroney

The Hanoi Sisters

Thembisile Ndlovu

Theo Zane

Theodosia Hayhurst

Theophilos

Theresa Cole

Theresa Rosenthal

Thomas Benson

Thomas Boedeker

Thomas Cox

Thomas Moulin

Thunder Dave

Tiffany

Tiffany Dunn

Tiffany Neng

Tim Cooper

Timmy Tanner

Timothy Chubbles

Tobias Frankenberger

Tobias Randall

Tobias Sharp

Toby Hansen

Toduun

Tokiko Gojo

Tom Hunt

Tom Norris

Tom Zhang

Tomas Marin

Tony "The Scorpion"

Topher Hatton

Travis Quaid

Trevor Finn

Trevor Neuman

Trickster Tim

Trish Colletti

Trishna Joshi

Tristan Collins

Troy Cassidy

Trudy Lively

Tsetseg

Tsukada Chieko

Tucker Smalls

Twinkles the Clown

Tyler Griffin

Tyler McAlister

Tyler Schultz

[innytoes]

For the generated AUs, I got Supernatural Is Known AU + Orphanage AU ^^

Okay but Caleb Covington's Home For Extraordinary Orphans. He's not exactly evil, but after 20-plus years of dealing with everything from mermaids to were-elephants, he is Grumpy.

The Molinas always wanted a big family. Most Werewolves do. Something about a big pack just makes them happy. Not all of them turn, Julie and Victoria don't, but Rose, Ray, and Carlos do. (There have been So Many Arguments in the past about Carlos chewing on Julie's shoes.)

Except Rose found out that after her cancer, she wouldn't be able to have any more kids. They'd been trying for some time but hadn't had any more after Carlos, and now there was no more chance to have any at all. They mourn for a year, before talking it over as a family and deciding that pack is pack and they don't need to be blood related to be family. When Julie is fourteen and Carlos is ten, they finally get approved to adopt.

Victoria goes with them, if only to make sure they don't 'bite off more than they can chew'.

They meet a lot of kids, and just like Victoria expected, they want to take home Everyone. She has to be the voice of reason that no, they do not have a big enough back yard to convert into a lake to adopt that mermaid girl. And adopting Willie, the raccoon shifter, was a terribly unsafe idea because Carlos still hadn't learned to control his chasing-prey instinct. Do they not remember the ordeal with the Henderson's cat?

Eventually, Carlos and Julie come running up to their parents, dragging just about the palest young boy Rose has ever seen.

"Mami, this is Reggie!" Carlos proudly proclaims. "He likes dogs and music and pizza so he has to be our big brother."

Reggie is a sixteen year old vampire who is just grateful he got turned after he was allowed to drive. It's better than being fourteen for the rest of his (after)life, that would be rough. Oh shoot sorry Julie. It gets better, he promises.

Ray and Rose are just so charmed by Reggie and the way he naturally fell into a big brother role for Julie and Carlos that they decide yes, they will adopt a sixteen year old vampire. No they do not care that he won't age. Once he actually matures mentally into adulthood (which vampires do, just a lot slower than than humans) they will help him get emancipated.

Victoria is not there to talk them out of it. Victoria, in fact, is in Caleb's office, getting the paperwork done to adopt Willie.

("What? I said it was dangerous for him to be around Carlos until he gets his prey instinct under control during the full moon. I don't turn, my prey instinct is fine! The only thing I hunt is a good bargain.")

So they take Reggie and Willie home, and things are great. Willie and Reggie were friends at the orphanage, they get together for Family Dinners every Friday except on Full Moons, everything is great. Reggie fits in really well and admits that even before he was turned ten years ago, he didn't have a great family, so having two parents that care about him is really nice.

Except sometimes Reggie acts in a way that can't be attributed to being a vampire, or adopted, or maybe a little traumatised from spending ten years in an orphanage run by a grumpy werepanther. He zones out, and sometimes he talks to himself, or laughs at nothing. Ray and Rose love Reggie, and are fully willing to support their new son and all his quirks (Ray immediately started learning about Star Wars when he realised Reggie was obsessed), but they also want to make sure this isn't anything mental illness related that will hurt him.

So they talk about getting Reggie evaluated, about asking Doctor Turner if she has any recommendations for therapists who specialise in vampirism... But Reggie overhears them.

And then Rose overhears Reggie. Talking to himself in his room again. Except this time it's not under his breath.

"No dude, don't worry about it. I'll just... I'll make something up. I mean, you've always said that I might be autistic, maybe we can just... Nobody's going to find out and send you back, I promise."

Which is of course when Rose pushed open the door before adopting a now Very Familiar Pose to Reggie. The Mom Pose. Hands on her hips, eyebrow raised.

The boy on Reggie's bed slowly started going invisible again, and Rose pointed at him. "Don't you dare!"

He stops fading out of view. He looks to be about Reggie's age.

"Can you just turn invisible, or are you a ghost?" Rose asks. "Because if I find out you've been letting someone go hungry under our roof, Reginald, you are grounded, mister."

"I'm a ghost," the boy in the bed said. "I'm so sorry, it's just that, you were taking Reggie, and your sister was taking Willie, and they're all I have and I just couldn't stay there and I'm so so sorry..."

The more he talks the more solid he looks and Rose is not sure if that's a good thing or not, so she just interrupts him. "Right, we need to call Caleb right now."

"No, don't send him back!" Reggie said. "Send me back instead, please, you'll love Alex, he's great, he's funny and cool and he likes music and pizza too. I mean he can't eat it anymore but-"

"We're not sending anyone back," Rose promises, wrapping Reggie in a hug and hovering a hand near Alex' shoulder. "But we do have to arrange some paperwork so Ray and I don't get brought up on any kidnapping charges, alright?"