#hat man jatp

[invisibleraven]

Phantom Carols

For the @jatp-adventevent prompt: Best & Worst Christmas memories?

Warning for Alex's parents being The Worst (TM) in this

Day Thirteen: Make The Yuletide Gay <-AO3!

Alex has always loved Christmas. Every year right after Thanksgiving ended, his dad dragged out the boxes, his mom set up the Advent candles, and Alex’s eyes would shine as they reflected the small flame, reciting the prayers, his heart glowing warm.

Alex loved the decorations, the tinsel and lights, the smell of pine that filled the house when he and his dad dragged in the tree. The carols that rang through the air echoing the church bells as they went to every service. Alex loved how the community came together, celebrating this joyous time of year.

Sure, he got in trouble for playing with the Nativity figurines, replacing them with his He-Man dolls and Olivia’s old Barbie's. Rolled his eyes through the lecture about respecting the sanctity of the display, and was way more sneaky about making the wise men fight.

His parents were happy to lavish them both with gifts, sitting back as Alex tore through the paper, finding toys and books and then one year, a drum set. Olivia got dolls at first, and then as she grew she got clothes and make-up, and then stuff she needed to help her once she got to med school. She stopped coming home once she was at college, and Alex kind of resented her for it. He missed his sister, so sue him.

Then Alex came out.

Things became downright frosty at home, his parents vehemently refusing to accept his sexuality-to accept him. They prayed for him a lot, bringing in Father Michaels to lecture him about the sin of homosexuality, of fire and brimstone.

“I tried praying about it Father,” Alex responded coolly. “But I’m still gay. And God doesn’t make mistakes. So he must want me to stay gay.”

“You’re not praying hard enough,” his father responded. “God will listen, he will cure you of this vile disease.”

Alex sat there, enduring the judgement, their hatred, their threats. But he knew he didn’t need a cure, he wasn’t sick. He had wrestled with the truth long enough, and everyone else in his life accepted him. Maybe it was his family who were the sick ones.

He wrote to Olivia, and even she told him she loved him, no matter what. Promised to try to come home that year. But she was married now, and her partner’s family were lovely and warm where the Mercer’s were not. Alex wondered if he could come spend the holidays with them instead. But their parents refused to let Alex go, and Olivia couldn’t go against them.

That year, Alex’s gifts were brochures for conversion camps, a very large Bible with all the parts about homosexuality and sin highlighted.

And porn.

Glossy magazines covered with mostly naked women in provocative poses that his father almost shoved under his nose. “Maybe you just need to see what you’re missing. These will straighten you out.”

Alex threw them away with the wrapping paper the next week.

The next year, he spent the holidays with Luke and Reggie, squatting in the garage they were using as a studio. The three of them didn’t make it to Christmas the year after that.

However, that wasn’t the last Christmas that Alex got to celebrate. Because he got to come back. As a ghost, granted, but here he was.

And the Molina's didn’t care that he was gay. Julie was openly bi, Victoria aroace, Carlos wasn’t sure where he fell. Ray was pretty tight lipped, but Julie confessed that her dad was ‘pretty open' and left it at that. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t get porn from them. Something super gay to make sure he felt accepted, yes. But not anything as traumatizing as that last gift from his dad.

Plus being a ghost meant he had Willie.

Willie who flaunted his queerness with pride, tagging homophobic stores with graffiti, stealing queer themed decorations to put on the little tree Julie had set up in the studio, wearing rainbow striped Santa hats and socks.

Willie, who took him through the botanical gardens that were all lit up with lights for the purpose of finding real mistletoe to kiss under. Who smuggled him out eggnog and gingerbread from the club to eat with the guys. Who gave him new drumsticks that he actually paid for (Alex didn’t ask where he got the money) and a set of matching rainbow socks.

Willie, who helped him track down Olivia.

She was older now, with an adult son named Patrick who looked like he could be Alex’s twin. Who looked at his moms with the utmost love, and who introduced his boyfriend to them without fear.

“Do you wanna go in?” Willie asked. “Tell her you’re okay?”

Alex shook his head. “Just knowing she is… that’s enough for me. Let’s go home.”

Willie grinned, took his hand, and poofed them back to the studio. Where he may have strung up some more of the mistletoe, and Alex smiled as he sank into the kiss. Sure, he was a ghost, and it kind of sucked some days. But this was shaping up to still be the best Christmas he’d had in a long time.

[story-courty]

One Line, Any Fic

Rules: Pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people!  

This was SUPER fun, @claire8216, thanks for the tag!

Down to it!

Midnights at Mona's And from the way [Luke's] body reacted to it now, betrayal was on the horizon once again. Every bit of his skin heated up as the thin material swished around her legs when she walked toward him, and for the love of Pete, could those straps have been any thinner?  She was dressed like they were going on a date.  But this wasn't supposed to be a date...

2. Fall Where They May

Luke pulled her even closer and shook his head. “Not yet. Can we just stay like this for a little longer?” He slid his hand further under her shirt, his thumb stroking over the spot Julie had put his hand the day before, right over where the baby would be developing. “I don’t want to let either of you go yet.”

3. With Hearts and Eyes Wide Open

Lukas shook his head and tugged on her arm to draw her back to bed. “We’re honeymooning. As far as I’m concerned, we have nowhere to be and all day to get there.”

4. Come Again Bright Days

Julie giggled and leaned her head against the seat. “Oh man, I almost forgot about this.”

“What?”

She ran a hand through her curls. “How easy it is with you.” She reached for his hand again and traced gentle circles on the sensitive flesh between his thumb and forefinger.

“How easy what is?” He was stupid for asking, but he suddenly needed to know exactly what she meant.

She smiled out the window and shook her head. “Everything.”

5. Steal Away Your Place to Hide

“Well, it’s a Sectumsempra curse. That’s what it does. Besides, I had the O.W.L.s to train as a Healer as well as a Curse-Breaker in school. I figured having some rudimentary healing skills would come in handy in our line of work.” 

“Damn,” Luke coughed, “a right Hermione Granger, you are.” 

6. Crush: A Midnights at Mona's Story

It was so strange, but Julie kissed like… Well, like Julie. Every movement of her body, from her hands to her lips, was full of that confident playfulness that drove him freaking wild and made him positively desperate to dive deeper, learn more, and understand just who this incredible woman was at her core. He wanted to know what her favorite dessert was, how she liked to spend her evenings when she finally had a moment to herself, what movies made her cry and how tightly she liked to be held until she felt better… 

7. Unpack Your Heart: A Come Again Bright Days Story

Reggie gazed down at her, his eyes soft, so much softer than she ever remembered them being. “I think I know how to get rid of him, but you’re going to have to trust me. Think you can do that for five minutes?”

8. Rhythms of Us (the one non-JatP story I have 😜. This one centers on Remus and Tonks)

Max flicked his wand and Doors’ body floated into the air, frozen in a spidery sprawl. The older wizard tilted his head and moved until his nose almost touched Doors'. “Just so you know, I muddied your shoes on purpose,” he said, the young woman’s voice still coming from his thin lips, which now moved over two rows of straight white teeth. He squeezed his eyes shut, and Doors couldn’t believe what he saw next. With a shake of his head, the deep crags and dark age spots melted away into smooth, tawny skin and delicate, feminine features. The eyes in the new face shifted from a milky, bloodshot grey to a clear, vibrant blue framed by long eyelashes. Finally, the witch pushed her fingers under the front of the bowler hat and slid it off the back of her head. Thick locks of hair followed the path her fingers traced until a cascade of dark curls spilled down her back. 

Had he been able to speak, Doors would have cursed. Her hair was a deep shade of midnight blue.

9. Always Running in Place

She touched his chin and turned his attention back to her. “Luke…"  She placed a hand on his chest, then the other on hers, over both their hearts. "It’s a part of you. So it’s a part of me now, too. Of course I want to hear it.” 

10. Show Me Your Colors

Every fiber, cell, and twist of DNA in her body pushed her toward that stupid stage. Her fingers ached to hold the mic, and her voice was practically clawing its way out of the back of her throat. 

Hokay, that was QUITE the journey! Whew! Okay, just for kicks and giggles, I'll tag @riderunlove, @writerownstory, and @jessieallyne! Show me whatcha got, ladies!

[juliaandthephantoms]

I posted 4,921 times in 2022

That's 402 more posts than 2021!

10 posts created (0%)

4,911 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@fiddlepickdouglas

@mimi-mindless

@willex-molina

@saladbroth

@dingdongyouarewrong

I tagged 2,334 of my posts in 2022

#spatort - 209 posts

#warrior nun - 206 posts

#esc22 - 190 posts

#tatort saarbrücken - 126 posts

#wn s2 - 122 posts

#german stuff - 114 posts

#goncharov - 91 posts

#jatp - 90 posts

#ofmd - 76 posts

#unreality - 74 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#but on the other hand such a big fence and them basically locking him in there and then chasing him down when he's already had zero privacy

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Gerade Kleo geschaut und muss schon sagen bin ein riesen Fan von Anne im Hemd, den geschlitzten Ärmeln mit Schulterholster

I am looking respectfully 👀

5 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

#4

Eine Freundin hat über die Arbeit Zugriff auf die Saarbrücker Zeitung und hat mir den Artikel abfotografiert und da waren dann wohl noch diese Fotos drin (leider nicht die beste Quali durch das Fotografieren)

7 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

#3

Ich habe gerade Spatort brainrot und bitte sagt mir, dass ihr Pushing Daisies noch kennt aber auf jeden Fall Spatort!PushingDaisiesAU

Leo als the Piemaker, der Morde aufklärt, indem er kurzzeitig Tote wieder auferweckt

Adam als sein bester Freund aus der Jugend, der eines Tages verschwand und dann Jahre später auf einer Weltreise ums Leben gekommen ist

Esther als Emerson, der grimmige Privatermittler, der widerwillig auf Leos Hilfe angewiesen ist.

Und Pia als Olive damit sie Kuchen essen kann wann sie will.

Für die Beerdigung wird Adam nach Saarbrücken gebracht, wo Leo beim Ermitteln über ihn stolpert und ihn wiederbelebt und dadurch ausversehen Lausch umbringt

Und dann muss Adam bei Leo einziehen, damit niemand merkt, dass Adam lebt. Sie lösen gemeinsam Mordfälle (unter anderem Adams) aber können sich nicht berühren, weil Adam sonst wieder stirbt und ngl das ist für die zwei soften bois vermutlich das schlimmste an der ganzen Situation.

Roland Schürk sieht Adam irgendwann und versucht das Geheimnis auffliegen zu lassen, um ihm nochmal eine reinzuwürgen.

12 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

#2

I absolutely loved Warrior Nun s2 but how did seriously none of these professionally trained fighters and strategists consider that Vincent also has a cross necklace and can read their secret code I asdjsjd-

17 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Since I rated zitti e buoni last year it's time to look at the final performance of Stefania according to the official Winning Song Guidelines, aka the Love, Love, Peace, Peace Ranking. Let's go

Get everyone's attention

starting with the harmonies straight away 1/1

Drums! There has to be drums, +1 for gorgeous topless men and/or a grandmother

Sadly no drums or topless men or gradnmothers in sight 0/2

Using an old traditional folklore instrument, +1 for an old man, +1 if he has a beard

They had some kind of flute and plenty of beards, not all ages are clearly definable but we're gonna go with a fail on that one 2/3

A violin

Not a violin exactly but a contrabass 0.5/1

Add A DJ who pretends to scratch

No DJ but we'll give half credits for the breakdancer & rapping 0.5/1

Costumes, something that the viewers will notice

The pink hat alone nailed that one 1/1

The song is about love or peace

A mother's love and love for their home country during war times definitely works 1/1

6/10 for the technical parts so let's look at execution

Let the song beginn with passion

Enough said 1/1

Let the wind begin to flow

No wind machines on stage 0/1

Look into the TV camera

Hard to tell with the hat but there's some definite stares 1/1

Smile

No smiles this time 0/1

Fill the stage with light

Lights coming from all directions, even the floor 1/1

Dancers will join us

The dancers are there from the beginning but there's definitely dancers 1/1

Old women baking bread

No fresh bread on stage 0/1

See the full post

195 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

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[amythecinnabunny]

Me normally: too shy to add on to hcs or make hcs about OCs I didn't solely create for fear of not saying something the OP agrees with

Me about jatp: so Aleksei went to law school and he's technically a lawyer except he never took the bar exam so he knows all the stuff he's just not legally allowed to call himself a lawyer but that's okay because he's not really into that he's more of a creative person, probably hand stitched his husband's purple getup, is definitely down to be Dirty Candy's costume designer because the girls let him use insane amounts of glitter, buys all jatp records and merch because he thinks his son's boyfriend's band is Amazing and even if he didn't, he'd buy the stuff so his son can support his boyfriend's band. also Conrad doesn't like the nickname he got from Flynn, Connie, because he thinks it's soft and gentle and sweet but he's y'know tough and emo and Connie is for people who like to be nice and Conrad tOTaLlY hATeS bEinG NicE and lots of people think Conrad is a tough guy with a heart of gold but he's. he's just really THAT much of an idiot asshole. He tried to be nice once and he Zuko-passed-out afterwards. It's like his body is so used to being in asshole mode that when he genuinely gave Julie an innocent compliment once, his soul momentarily left his body. ALSO *goes on for 3 more posts about someone else's hcs & ocs*

[mouse-fantoms]

IF I AM TO PUT ON MY TIN FOIL HAT FOR A MOMENT:

Last Dream It Con… was the announcement that Jatp would not get picked up by Netflix HOWEVER

…what if this time 👀👀 (hear me out) it’s the announcement that they WILL get picked up by another network 👀👀

As time goes on they will be announcing more of the guests who will be there and like what if it’s more of the Jatp cast

It would also be cool bc it’s in Brazil aka where the original Jatp aired so that’d be pretty neat

If nothing else, it’d be cool if the old Jatp cast from the original Jatp were there and they like met the new Jatp cast that’d be neat

[between-two-fandoms]

Could we get a run down of all jayp news and drama?

JatP Fever Dream Recap

Whoo baby. How far back do you want me to go with this?

The Hat Man legends were born. See this post for further information.

Cheesecake discourse struck on a midnight hour splitting the fandom down the middle. It was war. Things got ugly. No one escaped unscathed.

Cheesecake discourse soon morphed into zipper discourse, or as it's more commonly known, Ziscourse. There was a Zedding and it was beautiful.

The OC Conrad Reggie was born out of spite and love by @soemthingsparkly. He's an asshole and he's based off of concept Reggie and Conrad is Reggie's cousin. (None of this is canon). Also he has a troll ask blog @conradconreg.

This happened:

In a brief pause of relevation @reggiesjams managed to create this blank meme filter:

Examples on how it can be used:

I turned this screenshot from Unsaid Emily into a meme filter (og from tyler kare's ig page):

Here's a few ways you can use it:

Out of Ziscourse the Age of Zowen gripped the fandom and we all played an irl game of Among Us to figure out who maddie and Owen are. (Mads has confirmed she's on Tumblr but hasnt released her url, Owen has neither confirmed nor denied this statement.)

At this point everyone's given up and as a collective JatP Tumbkr has decided we are all Owen.

Step dad Caleb and Ernesto happened, ask @alexthedrummerboy and @hacker-willie-manifesto for more info on that. Honestly I slept through most of it.

Basically the 18+ discord is made up of a bunch of mildly popular jatp blogs who share one collective braincell and use it to start random discourse because we're losing our minds waiting for the s2 announcement.

@thesevenumbrellas @reggiesjams @soemthingsparkly @reggiehasadhd @willexx and anyone else who sees this, did I miss anything? I feel like a lot more stuff that happened than just this.

It's so chaotic.

I feel like this has all been a fever dream.

JatP fandom is wild y'all.

[benhardysvoice]

Inspired by last nights live

[julieandthequeers]

my friend who does not know JATP guesses JATP characters and their personalities

1. Alex:

“Felix- unashamedly is invested in the Real Housewives drama. threatens to fight sexists and cat callers. poor depth perception. only owns 1 jacket but still gets complimented by strangers for his style”

2. Julie:

“Madison Reyes, i only know this cause you TALK ABOUT HER EVERY OTHER DAY. her necklace says Julie but let’s ignore that, maybe Julie is her girlfriend because this woman is absolutely not heterosexual. her name is Melany and everyone wants to be her friend. she owns 40 different phone cases. bedazzles all of everything. stuffed animal collector and proud”

3. Willie

“BOOBOO STEWART OMG. this character is named Henry and if i’m wrong then no i’m not. he does free lance art. is definitely gay. shops at pacsun but tells people that he doesn’t shop at pacsun. people know that he shops at pacsun. he cannot hide the pacsun. stop lying about pacsun, Henry, it’s okay, no one is judging you. probably nice to everyone but will judgementally gay stare at you if you are rude”

4. Flynn:

“is this Julie? one of them has to be Julie, so i’m guessing that. this is julie. mhm. and do i spot a fellow lesbian??? her earrings confirm my suspicions. my gaydar is ringing. hates everyone except, like, 2 people. those two people are her girlfriend and Felix. her girlfriend is named Melany. Julie likes painting rocks and pinning blankets to her bedroom ceiling. she has 5 different colored converse”

5. Reggie

“Terrance. Terrance does not know how to flirt with women, but he tries, and we are proud of him for it. definitely gives off the most approachable vibes ever. super open. emotionally competent (?). will bake you brownies without an explanation as to why. likes elevator music and finger guns”

6. Luke:

“was i wrong? was i wrong and Melany is actually dating this man? because no person looks at someone like THAT without being so obviously in love with them. you go Melany. got him simping as fuck. as you should, queen. his name is Jared and he likes skateboarding and reading. he’s a weirdo. he doesn’t fit in and he doesn’t want to fit in. look at his hat. he’s weird. did you get the reference? please tell me you got the reference otherwise i’m embarrassed”

7. Carrie:

“this girl would be so mean to me and i would take every last second of it with a smile on my face. she could purposefully trip me to the ground and i would kiss her boot. i love her. she is named Emma and she’s probably very mean to Terrance, poor boy. anyways, she likes glitter, participated in the mustache trend of 2013 and deeply regrets it, and wakes up at 4am every morning so she has time to get her life together.”

8. Caleb:

“this is Benjamin. Benjamin looks like he’s been through it and smiling through the pain. it’s okay ben, you look fabulous, get a therapist and you’ll be great.”

9. Nick:

“Emerson. respectful king. he looks so nice. might be straight and if he is i just know that he is SUCH a good ally. he and Terrance are best friends. he probably plays baseball”

10. Ray:

“YOU DIDNT TELL ME THAT CARLOS PONCE WAS IN THIS SHOW????”

[adorethedistance]

Dating Owen Joyner Would Include...

JATP masterlist

A/n: ask and you shall recieve ! Owen content is here! Albeit its not a full fledged fic, but headcanon lists are fun and I enjoy doing them. Okay enjoy and also I wanna work on some hockey!charlie content too.

➢ This man is a confirmed anxious wreck so the first time he asked you out, he was a disaster

➢ Starts off smooth talking but when you laugh in his face at how out of character he’s acting he’s able to relax and be himself

➢ You liked Owen for his nervous goofy witty self and you’re glad he had dropped the act

➢ Your first date has to be something super romantic but a little creative and unconventional

➢ I fully believe Owen is a picnic under the stars kind of guy

➢ If you’re temperature sensitive he’d take the Tesla and y’all could watch through the sunroof and maybe a movie on the little screen

➢ If you’re not, he’d for sure take the truck and fill the bed of it with pillows and blankets and such

➢ Either way he’d want you to be as comfortable as possible

➢ Not sure what it is about him but I get the vibe he can’t cook

➢ So take out for the win on this one

➢ He’d absolutely ask you what you’d want to name your kids because Owen seems like a very forward guy in the sweetest but dorkiest way possible

➢ You two spend the entire night having deep conversation

➢ Owen doesn’t ramp into talking about kids names

➢ Talking about having kids IS the ramping into things

➢ It’s not very existential but you definitely spend an hour or two talking about your perspectives on life and why you’re here

➢ He def gives me deep conversation vibes

➢ So the relationship is off to a great start for sure

➢ He wouldn’t tell you what to wear or how to dress ever

➢ He’d compliment you non-stop

➢ But he’d love little comments you’d make in passing about certain outfits he wears or how he styles his hair

➢ Anything you say that you like about his style or appearance he’d absolutely remember all of them

➢ And he’d absolutely start dressing and styling his look like that more often

➢ Your arguments are the dumbest arguments on the planet

➢ But you’re both so invested in them

➢ “Water is/isn’t wet” kind of dumb

➢ In other words, passion is not something your relationship lacks

➢ Owen can be clueless sometimes but he’s not beyond help

➢ Like he has oblivious moments

➢ But the gestures that he does make?

➢ So sweet you could cry

➢ I’m talking 100 roses for valentines sweet

➢ Or candlelit dinner where he learned to cook your favorite food

➢ Or putting on his actor/filmmaker hat and analyzing your favorite movie just so he can understand you better

➢ Of course, every relationship has its downsides

➢ For you and Owen, it’s Charlie

➢ Not that Charlie doesn’t respect boundaries and when you two need time alone

➢ It’s that in the time he does spend with y’all, you’re basically babysitting

➢ Being Owen’s other half means being Charlie’s whole impulse control

➢ “Charlie, we can’t just have ice cream for dinner”

➢ “Charlie, you can’t just leave a load of laundry to sit overnight before drying it”

➢ Bear in mind though, sometimes you’re the whole impulse control to Owen being Charlie’s other half of a whole idiot

➢ Charlie has some dumb ideas, we know this

➢ “Owen, I dare you to jump into that fountain”

➢ “I’ll do it for five bucks”

➢ “Stop it both of you!”

➢ Owen is so affectionate with his pets I’m sure he would be with his s/o as well

➢ Cuddles cuddles cuddles

➢ Hugs from behind

➢ Lazy mornings in bed

➢ Lazy days in general where you two just stay in bed all day

➢ He is the BEST karaoke partner

➢ He’d know the words to any and every song you’d choose

➢ All he’d ask is for you to throw in a little high school musical into the mix

➢ There’s not a lot of negative energy in the household once you two move in together

➢ But there is some stress due to adjusting to an actor’s schedule in your own life

➢ No matter what, you two are there for one another, crazy schedules and all

***

A/n: I’m sorry this was short but coming out of a writing drought, going back into one, and coming out again has taken a toll 

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[creativeashproductions]

Songbird Shenanigans // Charlie Gillespie

IN WHICH: The reader will routinely sneak away from her band/hotel to continue her tour shenanigans in parking garages. A way for the young star to return to the stupid years where the concert venue was a car and the mic was the steering wheel. As each city comes and goes with the tour, one thing never changes, driving to parking garages to scream songs at the top of your lungs.

Warnings: Swearing, Mamma Mia songs (oops), and fluff

Words: 4.0k (with lyrics included)

A/N: There’s something endearing about Charlie randomly going a stranger in a duet and dance without a care. This was loosely inspired by the chaotic live they did when Jeremy and Charlie stayed at Owen’s place. I loved Charlie’s tropical shirt giving Animal Crossing vibes.

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Masterlist

A moment you had desired for a while finally came around in Oklahoma City during the free day between the two concerts. The pure quiet away from the interviews, photoshoots and demanding life of a musician. Yet despite wanting this time, you definitely felt bored, which only meant one thing.

A new video for your followers as you had done since the beginning of your successful career. Back before, you had the prominent following you had; now you would travel singing in your car, and then one video got viral. That elevated your following until you had signed a record deal with your brand new agent.

A series was then born of driving at night to the parking lots and garages in the city you temporarily visited. You'd park and sing any suggested songs from a previous video for an hour to see if a fan could find you. It was a fun game you had developed.

Y/N Y/L/N: Another installment of Songbird Shenanigans. From 9pm to 10:30pm, I'll be somewhere in Oklahoma City. Come find me for the prize!

Your agent both hated and loved the series as it brought attention to your career and songs but also was a hazard during the tour. The risk of losing your voice made your agent nervous, but the positives outweigh the negatives.

"What song are you doing?" Maddie asked from her chair in your hotel suite with a ratty book in her hand. Her rich dark hair pulled up in a high bun with a few pieces of bangs pulled down to hang free.

You didn't know if you could do what you do if you didn't have Maddie by your side as your singing partner and chief stylist. Maddie also always knew without looking on social media when you had a new installment coming.

"My most requested video is Train Wreck by-"

"James Arthur." Maddie snickered with her grey eyes pinned to the page she was reading faithfully. The book had seen better days, but it was her absolute favourite one by far and one of the only physical books she had.

"Somehow forgot you had it on repeat for a week straight." You snorted, shoving a hat on your head for warmth. A plain black coat pulled over your arms that matched the warm boots you had chosen, "I'll send you my location."

Maddie waved on hand in response, having known the routine since you first started this fun series. It allowed you a bit of your old life when the concerts you performed was solely in your car with the steering wheel as the microphone.

Judy, your agent, was sitting in the lobby with her binder surrounding her when she looked with a sigh. Without a word, she tossed the keys to the rented car she knew you'd need, so in each city, she rented one. A smile of gratitude shared before you were out the door with your hood up.

"Be careful!" Judy exclaimed just as the sliding doors closed behind you, sending you out in the cold night.

Almost instantly, your cheeks turned a light pink in the cold winter air, even if the walk to the war was short. As requested, the car was a newer model but one that would blend in with other city cars. It made finding you harder, but the windows couldn't be tinted.

"Here's to hoping I get a place with good acoustics." You muttered, starting the hatchback vehicle. Despite the cold winter weather, the road conditions were surprisingly okay, but then again, you were from a small town. Roads were shit in general.

You didn't bother playing music as you used the drive to find a parking garage and warm up your throat. Your vocal coach would have your head if you didn't warm-up, and then Judy would kill you even more.

You lucked out in a parking garage to a building that seemed to be a renovated warehouse with insanely cool windows. The metal was a dark shamrock green with a multitude of small rectangular glass between the metal. The panes swung open upwards in a fascinating design.

"Perfect." You muttered, signalling to turn into the parking garage that was easily accessed and without any trespassing signs. It was desolate, with cars parked here and there in the stalls.

A bright orange Subaru definitely took the cake as the most 'flashy' vehicle among the more nondescript ones. Not that it caught your attention when you lowered your windows marginally while simultaneously clipping the phone onto the dash. Immediately you double-checked for any apparent signs to your location before declaring it safe; with a tap of your finger, your Instagram live began.

"Welcome to another part of our Songbird Shenanigans. This time I'm in Oklahoma City for a two-day concert. The most requested song is Train Wreck by James Arthur."

Laying in the silence

Waiting for the sirens

Signs, any signs I'm alive still

I don't wanna lose it

I'm not getting through this

Hey, should I pray? should I pray

A natural instinct of closing your eyes as you got more into the music occurred. Your voice belted into the garage beautifully. Tons of comments appeared in the insta live chat of both supportive and haters.

username3: I suggested this song!!!

username88: Your voice goes perfectly with the song.

The song came to an end quicker than you would have liked since it was definitely one of your favourites to sing.

Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet

Pull me out of the train wreck

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

No action was helped back from taking a swig of water from the reusable bottle you had brought along. Your eyes scoured the comments for more suggestions or things that stuck out.

"Why don't you include hints in the Songbirds?” You read out from the comment section with a smile barely held back, "Why would I? You all know that my windows are often down, and even the most unoriginal locations have tells. There's been a few people that have found me."

Username13: I think I know where you are (insert heart emoji)

          ↳Username63: username13 where?! How do you know?

          ↳Username13: jatp is streaming all day and the guys are in a car. Same background

Your eyes read the short but interesting conversation between the two different accounts on something called jatp? Whatever that was.

"Any other requests?" You asked, scrolling through the suggestions, "Sing something from jatp? I'm sorry, guys, but I have no clue what that is? Is it a movie? OH! It's a show. My bad."

The comment section was flooded, "Okay! Let me look up the lyrics and the melody!"

Three males: a blonde and two brunettes, walked between the rows of both occupied and unoccupied parking spots. The blonde wearing a black t-shirt with BEANS written across the chest and the brunette with short slicked-back hair crowded the middle guy. All three pairs of eyes watched the iPhone stream the television series.

"I call shotgun!" Owen spoke as the car in question came into view, "We gotta Livestream in the car again!"

"Your neighbour sucks, man." Charlie groaned, nudging Jeremy to unlock the car when the older man hesitated.

"If we're going live in the car, we should cover your license plate," Jeremy suggested to a resounding agreement. 

Charlie drove an obscenely vibrant coloured car that could be picked out quickly, so he didn't need any help in broadcasting his location. Owen grabbed the book from the passenger seat to angle it to lean against the plate.

"Done!" Owen called, racing back to climb into the car with his friends. The blonde-haired man bounced in his seat as the owner of the vehicle set up the screen.

In seconds, the streaming went from the app on the phone to the car's built-in screen to the boys' delight. In a moment of what some may call brilliance and others stupidity Owen went live on Instagram with Charlie joining him swiftly.

"Do you rem-"

Username76: Songbird chose a shitty location.

           ↳Username 39: Or we just got a Hail Mary hint

"Who is Songbird?" Charlie questioned, leaning closer to his friends in the front, catching a few comments.

The comments were mixed among other unrelated ones, but all had Songbird, Shenanigans or both words. The mystery was so intriguing the boys turned down the show to scour the comments for tidbits.

"Wait? Do you hear that?" Jeremy questioned, scanning the parking garage with his blue, green eyes. Soon his head was sticking out the window, "Someone is singing here."

Jeremy's hand turned the key of the car, "Is that-"

"Oh, no." Owen groaned, seeing that specific light appear in Charlie's eyes just as it did each time one of the songs came on. His pink beanie slid around his long blonde locks.

The two guys watched as the second oldest in their group did some kind of shimmy after pushing his phone to Jeremy. Jeremy's hand scrambled to get a grip on the phone as Charlie delved into his love for these songs. Sharing a look, Jeremy and Owen followed the Canadian to a car with a girl singing in the open hatchback car.

(Italics is you! Italics and bold is Charlie and you! Just bold is Charlie!)

When you were lonely, you needed a man.

Someone to lean on, well I understand

It's only natural

But why did it have to be me?

Your eyes remained shut as you neared the middle of the first verse. You completely stopped when a voice joined. Your e/c eyes met the twinkling brown of a handsome guy with the best voice you'd heard in a long time.

Nights can be empty, and nights can be cold

So you were looking for someone to hold

That's only natural

But why did it have to be me?

Your lips parted in a grin as you grabbed the hand being offered to be pulled out of the car; on your way, your hand nudged your phone. Your phone was in a mount attached to the roof of the hatch. When you followed the stranger, the phone turned in perfect view. Your free hand turned to hover over your forehead, legs bending to feign a swoon.

I was so lonesome, I was blue

I couldn't help it, it had to be you and I

Always thought you knew the reason why

Charlie beamed playing being shot by the arrow you pretended to shoot with a grin planted on your own lips. Charlie's hand flirted with your hip as you sashayed around his body from his left to his right. Hand grabbing a first full of his white with light teal with light pink design to tug him chest to chest.

I only wanted a little love affair

Now I can see you are beginning to care

But baby, believe me

It's better to forget me

In turn, Charlie grabbed your wrist to twirl you into his arms straight into an impressive dip with the toe of your shoe pointed to the far wall. Your fingers just barely caressing the rough paved lot.

"I'm Charlie," Charlie murmured during the instrumental between the chorus and the second verse. Your eyes scanned his features with an expression you would later be glad was hidden from the lighting in the garage.

"Y/N." You breathed, clutching his shoulders still low in the dip, hoping subconsciously that your breath was still fresh.

"Wanna finish this?" Charlie spoke, searching your eyes with his own; up close, you could see his eyes were a mixture of colours. You only nodded before he continued singing to the music.

Men are the toys in the game that you play

When you get tired, you throw them away

That's only natural

But why did it have to be me?

"Are you seeing this?" Jeremy whispered to Owen as they watched Charlie literally sweep a stranger off her feet. Owen could only nod as Charlie went into the next verse, still dancing as if he was in Mamma Mia 2.

Falling in love with a woman like you

Happens so quickly, there's nothing to do

It's only natural

But why did it have to be me?

Charlie spun you back away from his body in a graceful twirl your choreographer would be incredibly proud of. The moves you made somehow made sense, with the movements matching the spontaneous duet-er.

I was so lonesome, I was blue

I couldn't help it, it had to be you and I

Always thought you knew the reason why

Once more in his arms dancing, he dipped you once more as you finished the end of the last chorus breathing heavily. The two strangers staring intensely into each other's eyes with an intense look that had tensions in the parking garage.

I only wanted a little love affair

Now I can see you are beginning to care

But baby, believe me

It's better to forget me

"Intense." Owen chuckled as Charlie raised you back onto your feet with a matching grin to yours, "Oh! Look at the comments!"

Username24: Holy shit! They ooze chemistry!!

           ↳Username9: lol, okay Alex. 

"You aren't a viewer, are you?" You breathlessly laughed, taking a step away from Charlie as the music faded away.

The equally breathless spontaneous performing partner laughed as well, "I heard the song and hoped for the best."

"Are you Songbird?" Came a voice from a few feet away. Behind the once upon a time stranger stood two males approaching slowly.

"Oh!" You gasped, turning on your heel to see where your phone was pointing, "Well, that's convenient! One moment."

Jeremy and Owen flanked Charlie as you repositioned the phone at the moment with practised precision. You kept the three people out of the shot for privacy reasons.

"There is about ten minutes away from the end of this installment being over. For the first time since we started this series, I had a duet." You playfully laughed, looking over at the trio, "It's completely up to my sudden partner, but would you like to meet your audience?"

Charlie simply shrugged, "Sure. They've seen you be serenaded by a stranger."

A short laugh came from the three individuals around Charlie as he moved into the camera frame with a large smile. As soon as he was in sight, the comment section went nuts, furthering when Owen and Jeremy came into view.

Username1: DREAM COME TRUE

           ↳Username4: omg jatp in Songbird Shenanigans?? Life accomplished.

You couldn't hold back the snort at the comments you could read quickly as they disappeared after new ones. The three guys couldn't help but chuckle as well.

"I've never seen these guys before. If you could introduce yourselves." You asked the three guests, to which each sent a reassuring smile to your hesitance.

"I'm Charlie Gillespie, and these are my friends Owen Joyner and Jeremy Shada." Charlie took the liberty of introducing both his friends and himself. His heart fluttered at the adorable smile that had appeared on your pretty face.

"I'm afraid this concludes this edition of Songbird." You apologized to the camera as the time passed the allotted hour and a half. The comments turned sad before most of them started sending questions, "I'll let you know when I do another edition! Bye for now!"

Your finger clicked the end button firstly before clicking the save button for when you would upload it to your account later.

"Thank you for doing that. I'm Y/N." You chuckled, shaking hands with Jeremy and Owen, who each grinned back, "So what brought you guys to the parking garage with three phones and a live-action Animal Crossing shirt?"

Amusement was found on all four young adults in the parking garage, pinning a gaze at the material. You had to admit you kinda adored the shirt, or maybe the person wearing it was the reason.

"We're trying to get Julie and the Phantoms to number one again." Owen offered as he displayed the live still going on his phone. 

"That's a tv series. That was the second song I did on the live before Charlie joined the little concert." You told the boys all the while aware that thousands of people watched from the phone still streaming.

"The phone's about to die." Owen piped up, catching the single decimal number broadcasting the percentage. Without any prompting, he ended the live to save it solely for the little performance Charlie did.

"Did you save it?" Jeremy asked, lifting on his tiptoes to check the phone Owen had commanded for the last half hour. Like Owen, Jeremy wanted to save it solely for the stellar performance.

"So, how'd this series start?" Charlie questioned, pushing his hands into his pockets, ignoring the subtle glances of his best friend.

"I needed an escape from touring so many cities. It's reminiscent of the days before I was discovered. When my audience was the dials in my car and my family." You half-smiled, recalling all the times you had simply driven around to sing.

"You're a musician?"

"I am. I'm currently on tour for my second album. Every second or third city I'm performing in, I take the rented car to parking lots or garages to sing. I always have a prize for the fans that find me."

"Could I get your number?" Charlie hesitantly questioned. His features twisting with the manipulation of nerves.

His palms had gone clammy enough to inconspicuously wipe them on his legs; this version of Charlie was unfamiliar. Owen and Jeremy had only ever seen him as this bundle of joy and energy, not to say he didn't have his low days, instead of nervous. Owen slipped his fingers behind his back to cross them. He hoped his Canadian friend would get it.

"You don't leak mine, and I won't leak yours." Your e/c eyes twinkled with the brush of Charlie's warm fingers on your own. The new contact waiting for his information, "Maybe we can meet up with each other?"

"I'd love that."

Madison Square Garden, New York City, New York, Unspecified Date

The sounds of screams and heavy instruments blocked by the unique in-ears explicitly made for your ears alone. You'd heaved, catching a breath after such an energetic song you'd just performed for the sold-out venue. You just jogged to the side for a chug of water as your band switched instruments.

"Are you having fun tonight!" You asked the crowd who had fought tooth and nail for tickets. The crowd screamed back louder than before.

Selling out MSG for completely insane even after touring the country with your band three times. It was still a little jarring, going from a nobody with untapped potential to selling out concerts and very successful albums, in all honesty.

"That's what I like to hear!" You beamed, pushing a strand of your unruly hair away from your face. Your eyes momentarily cast to the side stage with the equipment hiding the crew, "I have a surprise for you. A couple years ago, I had a spontaneous duet partner during one of Songbird Shenanigans. I'd like to invite my fiance Charlie out here."

The crowd went nuts as Charlie wandered towards you from the side of the stage away from Owen, Jeremy and Madison. Charlie's hazel eyes scoured the oceans of your e/c eyes he got to wake up to each morning. Mostly when Julie and the Phantoms had been offered to open for you; to be frank, it was more of an unspoken co-headlining.

"Can we tell?" You asked, keeping the mic covered and away from your body. Your body bounced, waiting for the smile from him.

Charlie nodded, accepting the guitar from one of the crew members. It was a song you had written a few months back. Charlie had memorized the entire piece with the deep adoration he felt for it.

The couple perched on the bar stools brought to the middle of the stage with a secret smile. One that only they and their immediate family understood.

Three months ago, you had sat Charlie down in your home to play him a little song that changed everything.

Charlie placed the last bag of groceries on the counter when he felt arms wrap around his midsection. He immediately knew that it was you welcoming him home from a very short trip to the store. In a swift move, he had manoeuvred you to sit on the counter while he scooched himself between your legs.

"Hi." Charlie breathed, rising to press a kiss against the smooth skin of your cheek, leaving heat in its wake.

"I want your opinion on a song." You burst out, unable to refrain from showing him a song you had been secretly working on. The French Canadian was beyond intrigued by the sudden announcement from his fiance.

"Oh?"

"Come." You coaxed the man from the kitchen to the designated music room filled with instruments of all kinds—even a recent addition of a recording booth in the corner with high-end equipment.

You bypassed everything for the grand piano you didn't play as often as you wished to be able to. Your fingers brushed the ivory keys for a mere second before you began playing the melody.

I, I have known love before

I thought it would no more

Take on a new direction

Still, strange as it seems to be

It's truly new to me

That affection

The smile that grew across Charlie's expressive face was uncapturable from the best of the best; he adored your voice. He had a personal ringtone you had explicitly done for him a few months into the relationship.

I, I don't know what you do

You make me think that you

Will change my life forever

I, I'll always want you near

Give up on you, my dear

I will never

You thrill me, you delight me

You please me, you excite me

You're all that

I've been yearning for

I love you, I adore you

I lay my life before you

I only want you more and more

And finally it seems

My lonely days are through

I've been waiting for you

Charlie's frown, however, faltered as your face ever so slightly paled with trepidation coating your pretty irises. Your voice even quivered with nerves he'd never heard before, but it made sense from the third verse started.

I'll carry you all the way

And you will choose the day

When you're prepared to greet me

I'll be a good mum, I swear

You'll see how much I care

When you meet me

You finished the song with the last note drawn out ever so softly, freezing as the room went quiet once more. This song was definitely vulnerable and personal; you felt naked under Charlie's silent stare.

"You're really?" Charlie breathlessly chuckled, his wide eyes screaming disbelief.

After a few years together with an engagement ring on both of your fingers after you had both proposed to each other, with the relationship very serious, you two had decided to stop contraceptives and let everyone happen if it was too happen.

"Yeah." You laughed as he swept you off the bench into his arms, "We have little Birdie to prepare for."

"I love you so damn much." Charlie choked out, spinning the two of you around in his arms. The smile never fading as he drank in the special moment of learning you had created a life together.

PRESENT

"With the impending arrival of our child, I will be taking a break to prepare. Even though I wouldn't be performing, I will still do Songbird Shenanigans. I'll just have to up my game on staying as hidden as possible." You informed the audience as the song came to an end. 

Next thing you knew, you couldn't discern between the crowd and your friends now on stage screaming. You were able to feel Charlie's hand on your barely-there baby bump and his lips pressed against your temple.

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[invisibleraven]

The Ghosts of Christmas Eve

@jatp-adventevent Day Five: Edge of Eve <-AO3 link

Pairing: Emily & Luke

Warnings: Allusion to a miscarriage, character death, grief

The first time Emily got pregnant, it was completely unintentional. She was sixteen and stupid, convinced she and her idiot boyfriend were meant to be, meant to take over the world with his music, and her right beside him. Yet he leaves when she tells him about the baby, which she lost soon after, and those two events make her lose a lot of childhood naivety and hope. The boy has a more tragic end, fuelled by too many dreams and not enough inhibitions. This hardens Emily against big dreams, deciding that practicality is the way to go. So she puts away music, everything to do with it, and takes up knitting.

In a few years time, Emily is more settled. Married to Mitch Patterson, a good, if quiet and meek man. This time, when she falls pregnant, she doesn’t get abandoned, but supported. She ends up knitting the baby a blanket, several hats, and an oversized Christmas stocking, embroidered with his name; Luke.

As Luke grows the steady pattern of the clacking needles morphs into the thrums of guitars and drums in his head. Luke adores music, belting along to every song on the radio, banging on every pot, using every implement he can as a pseudo air guitar. By eight he’s begging for the real deal, and Emily finally relents, hoping the hobby will keep him out of trouble, keep his restless hands focused long enough that his mind will calm and allow him to focus on his schoolwork. She knits him a strap for that first guitar, a plain blue one, but he loves it all the same, wearing it until it breaks.

Emily keeps knitting, creating several beanies for Luke who wants to keep his head full of cowlicks out of his face, but refuses to cut or tame his hair, claiming it’s more rock and roll that way. And every year without fail, she makes him a new stocking. She knows it’s impractical, but he’s so fascinated with the new design, pleads for one every year, and Emily is weak when it comes to this simple request.

Yet as time goes on, Luke becomes more and more obsessed with music, forming a band with his friends, staying out at all hours, putting off homework, and then classes in favour of playing music. Emily and Mitch are firm, saying school has to come first, but he keeps skipping, sneaking out to play and write music, showing no interest in academics. It all comes to a head in mid December, the school calling to inform Emily that there is no way Luke will pass the year, he’s missed too much. The resulting screaming match shakes the house with its intensity, and Luke grabs his things, and leaves.

Emily is devastated by this, and wonders later if she had simply sat him down, explained her fears, the tragic fate of her first boyfriend, the life she almost led because of her own obsession. She sets aside the half finished stocking, not wanting to complete it without Luke there, watching in fascination as her fingers and the needles created his yearly work of art.

Yet the stocking remains unfinished through the holiday, and eventually Emily stores it safely away, hoping that next year this will be a silly story they tell. Then July happens, confirming all of her worst fears and worries. She casts aside her knitting after that, to lost to the mire of grief and regret to even pick up the needles. It’s twenty five years later, and a visit from a young girl named Julie that finally has Emily digging up the abandoned stocking. She sits down and finishes it, tears trickling down her face as she does. She knows Luke is gone, but maybe now, now that she has that peace of mind, she can finally let this part of him go, and move on.

[thegingerwriter]

The Vegas of Hollywood- JaTP: Reggie x She/Her Reader- Part 1

NOT MY GIF. CREDIT TO CREATOR. IT IS A PRETTY BEAUTIFUL GIF.

(I usually don’t ever put gifs on my fics so we’ll see how this goes)

Requests:  a) Reggie always hugging reader and just being a soft little fluff ball in public, like at the orpheum. The guys teasing him but he just agrees and continues being Reg

b)  Can you please do something with Reggie from Julie and the phantoms? 

c) Julie and the Phantoms x reader where they have a nickname for her that they use more than Y/n. I thought Vegas was cute. Like she’s energetic and lights up a room and stuff. Maybe she pretends to hate it but she absolutely adores it?

Pair: Reggie x reader

Words: 1.5k. It’s more of a prologue!

Warnings: None fam. PG 13.

Perspective: 3rd person for this chapter

Pronouns: She/Her

Note: I wanted to start a new series ever since finishing Julie and the Phantoms and then I got requests and got some proper inspiration. Lemme know if you’d like to be tagged!

“It’s now or never!” All the boys sang the last line of the song as they played their final chords. Out of breath and sweaty, they all looked out into the empty venue, imagining exactly what playing in front of a full, packed and excited audience would be like that night. 

“Dude, that was so good!” Luke yelled, high-fiving Bobby next to him. 

Alex got up from his drums and walked over to Reggie, who clapped him on the back excitedly. 

“Okay Alex, man, you were on fire!” Reggie exclaimed, causing Alex to go shy and look at his feet slightly. 

“Oh, no- I was just warming up. You guys were the ones on fire.” 

“Could you just own your awesomeness for once?” Reggie rolled his eyes, holding a finger up to Alex. “If Y/n was here for that song, you know she would agree.”

The four boys on the stage all turned their heads at once when they heard a single person excitedly clapping from the bar at the back of the room, their cheers and whoops echoing around the space, causing the boys to smile- one of them in particular beaming far more than the others. 

“Y/n!” They all yelled excitedly, gently putting down their instruments before bouncing off the stage. 

“I’m so sorry that I’m late, I had an issue with the van, and I know that I missed the sound check, but hopefully there’s enough time after we get dinner for one more practice with me-” The young girl was cut off as she was half squeezed to death by a crushing hug from the boy in the leather jacket. 

“Jesus, Reg- don’t kill the poor girl.” Alex laughed. “And don’t worry about it Y/n. We weren’t playing without our lead pianist and singer on purpose- but the guys were getting restless and we needed to let off some steam-”

“It’s all good, Alex. And by the way, I thought you were pretty awesome.” Y/n smiled and winked at him before squealing as Reggie squeezed her again. 

“Reg, if you kill my best friend- I’ll kill you.” Alex said, laughing as he said it, failing to make it seem like he didn’t actually mean it. 

“I mean, what a way to die,” She laughed as the boy hugging her took this as an invitation to lift her up. “No wait, REGGIE THAT WASN’T LITERAL!”

“Surely you’d still love me, even if we were dead?” Reggie laughed as he eventually put her down. He shrugged his signature jacket off his shoulders, automatically handing it to Y/n. She had once shyly asked for it- and now he just seemed to give her any clothes he had on him that he wasn’t immediately in need of. It soon just became unsurprising to their bandmates when Y/n would just rock up in one of Reggie’s shirts, the boys not really wanting to ask about it anyway.

Y/n laughed at Reggie’s previous question. “Hmm. I’d have to think about that one.” 

Among all of the loving interaction that seemed to happen more often then the other band members could count- Y/n, Reggie and Alex noticed Luke and Bobby chatting up a girl next to the bar, the other boys’ demeanor practically screaming that they were already flirting.

“Oh, here we go.” Y/n laughed, leaning into Alex as the tall boy slung an arm over her shoulders while the three of them walked towards the bar. 

“...you guys were really good.” Y/n heard the girl say as they stopped next to the two other boys.

“Tell your friends!” Reggie chimed in excitedly, interrupting the conversation. 

“No seriously. I was really feeling it.” The girl insisted, causing all of them to break out in smiles- even Y/n, despite not being present to sing for the soundcheck. 

Bobby laughed awkwardly, giving the girl his best smile before snapping his head towards us. “Weren’t you guys getting hot dogs?” He turned back with his sweet smile again. “I’m a vegetarian.Could never hurt an animal.” 

“Too good for us now, are you Bobby?” Y/n teased, causing the boys to chuckle as Bobby shot her a glare. 

“Though he is right, I am starving and I need energy before the show.” Reggie said, Luke and Alex nodding while Y/n roller her eyes. The four of them, minus Bobby, began to walk towards the back entrance of the venue. 

“Oh wait-“ Luke turned towards the girl again. “He had a hamburger for lunch!” He exclaimed, before running after his other band mates. 

They all laughed as they walked out into the back alley that the Orpheum led out to, eager for food. 

As they walked together towards where they knew they would find food, Y/n unexpectedly jumped on Reggie’s back, causing him to have to desperately throw his hands out behind him in order to hold her properly and not let her hit the ground. 

“Jeez babe give me some WARNING!” Reggie laughed, spinning her around, resulting in her laugh being projected throughout the alleyway. 

“Yea, calm down, Vegas.” Luke said, jumping out of the way as Y/n threw her foot out to kick him. Reggie lightly swatted at her leg in response. 

“Hey, no violence up there young lady.” He said, pretending she was in trouble. 

“But he called me Vegas.” Y/n pouted, shooting a glare at Luke. 

Alex adjusted his hat, laughing at the girl's defense. “It’s a very fitting nickname, and an even cooler stage name. You can’t tell me it’s a lie to say that the fans also love it.”

“I still don’t get it.” Y/n grumbled. 

“You’re loud and stay up till ungodly hours of the night. Sounds just like Vegas to me.” Luke laughed and he would have been hit by her swinging leg if Reggie hadn’t grabbed both her ankles to prevent her from doing so. 

Reggie adjusted his girlfriend on his back. “I like to call you Vegas because you’re great at keeping secrets, you light up all hours of the day and night, and people are just dying to get to see you.” He said, putting her down as they reached Sam and Ella’s Street Dogs.

Y/n’s face went hot at the compliment, causing Reggie to smile and pull her into his side, leaning down slightly to kiss her forehead. 

“You know what? You can call me Vegas, just for that.” Y/n said sweetly, pulling on his jacket to bring him down to kiss him on the cheek. 

They were interrupted as Luke pretended to be annoyed. “Gosh, would you look at these two!”

Alex shook his head disapprovingly, but he couldn’t hold the smile back. “Can not take them anywhere.” 

Luke and Reggie volunteered to get the hot dogs while Alex and Y/n went to snatch a spare couch under a veranda many people in the street went to eat their food on a Friday night. 

Alex plopped down onto the couch, leaving enough room for Y/n to sit down next to him before pushing her back against the side of the couch and throwing her legs over Alex’s lap. He routinely threw his hands up to give her room for her legs before letting his hands fall back onto her thighs. 

“Hey.” Y/n said, as she suddenly noticed her best friend looking nervous, tapping her legs like his drums to the beat of a song she had written for them to play tonight. “You know you were great in there just then? And I know you are going to be great tonight.”

“I can’t wait to hear you sing in there tonight, V.” Was all Alex could respond, giving her a small, precious smile she was more than grateful to see.

“A hot dog for you, m’lady!” Reggie suddenly appeared in front of them, handing a hot dog to Y/n while Luke, who appeared a second later, gave one to Alex. 

The other two boys let themselves fall onto the couch, Luke letting out a dreamy sigh while looking at the neon sign above them displaying the venue name they’d been trying to get into for far longer than they could count. It took everything the had- and even then it was a serious struggle. 

“Gosh, this is awesome you guys. We’re playing the Orpheum! This is gonna be one of the greatest nights of our lives!” Luke shared excitedly. 

Y/n raised her hot dog, the boys following suit as they all smiled. One could really tell they were all happy to be in this together, finally on their way up in the world.

“Eat up boys. Tonight definitely changes everything.” Y/n said before they all took a bite. 

A couple seconds of chewing later, Alex partly screwed his face up. “That’s a new flavor.” 

Reggie laughed with food in his mouth, Y/n giving him a shove with her foot for his lack of manners before he swallowed properly and tried again. 

“Chill man. Street dogs haven’t killed us yet.”

Chapter 2 is here.

[amythecinnabunny]

Lifers and Ghosts of Tumblr,

The Hat Men would like to formally invite you to join the Hollywood Hat Club. Our lovely little corner in Hollywood -- ahem, Discord -- is a fun place where we gather to share our love for the most talented band ever, Julie and the Phantoms, among other things, and also where we make fun of Caleb Covington He Who We Don't Like, of the pretentious Hollywood Ghost Club.

Join us -- our club's initial founder and the reason HHC exists, Top Hat Man (@endless-navigator), our ever-observant and keen eye, Beanie Hat Man (@i-spit-on-fire), our talented and steady stream of angst and brilliant writing, Snapback Hat Man (@random-nerd-3), and the incredibly hyperactive and putrid speller, Bowler Hat Man (@fanfics-she-wrote) -- at the place where we're always making Caleb jealous.

Join the HHC to make friends, yell about what you love, learn about the OG Hat Man's origins, talk about Aleksei Covington, or because you want to start a revolution in our rival club, the HGC -- no one will ever know the truth. We, unlike Caleb, promise to welcome you with open arms and warm hearts and smiles. Not only will we feed you some stellar content, but we're sure you'll love it enough to stay without needing one of those death trap stamps.

So without further ado, we hereby open the HHC for new members, lifer and ghost alike!

We look forward to seeing you there,

The Hat Men

DM @hollywood-hat-club-official for a link

[mouse-fantoms]

So Charlie and Owen are together rn... interesting... very interesting

[between-two-fandoms]

Guys I'm making a crack video about what the Hat Men are in case there are still ppl who havent heard of the Hat Men theory yet.

[oldsmobile-hotdogs]

Questions for crossover jatp ghosts crossover fic: I hope Julian and the sunset curve boys talk about the fall of the Berlin Wall and the Yugoslav wars that happened when they were alive + Bill Cilnton. I wonder what pat and the band would talk about considering that they would of been kids when pat died? Do you think Julie would think of Les Mis and Hamilton cos Thomas and Kitty are from about the same time period as those musicals? I hope Julie calls Fanny Mary poppins.

Anon, or "Mimi", or "Lulu", or, heck, maybe even "Carl Birtles": Update: Not Carl Birtles. Carl Birtles sent me an ask and is cool, actually.

Stop. Right now. I'd say stop while you're ahead, but you are so far away from ahead at this point it's laughable.

For everyone confused, this is that "commenter from AO3" I joked about making a 2017-esque story time video about.

A couple days ago I uploaded the first chapter of a Julie and the Phantoms/BBC Ghosts crossover fic.

You know what? I’m gonna promo it here bc it’s my callout post and I can shill if I want to: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30681704/chapters/76661471

It was generally very well received and I've had a blast interacting with readers.

Except for this.

Honestly, there's so much to get into, so I’m putting it under a cut:

This was their first correspondence (email notif bc I deleted the comment, the deletion to be explained later):

(Funnily enough, the links very much do not work on AO3, making the comment only more jarring)

I gave you *so much* benefit of the doubt when I saw this comment, and assumed that maybe you're an ESL user, just very enthusiastic to share ideas, and I pretty much said so in my reply, but know that at that point I'd already had friends- who fucking know about this, don't you dare think you're getting me alone- tell me that you were being very demanding.

Below was my reply (another email notif):

I'm gonna be honest, I think I responded really well to what I was given, and now that I'd replied, I was pretty certain the situation was dealt with. You, evidently, didn't agree, as shown by your reply to my reply:

A word of advice: when replying to someone, at least pretend like you read what they wrote.

At this point I'm left wondering two things:

What do they expect from me, if a general reply is not it?

How much more shit do they have waiting to tell me to put in my- reminder, JATP/BBC Ghosts crossover, rated T, comedic- fic?

In order to avoid finding out either, I freeze the thread on AO3. I'm liveblogging all of this on Discord.

It's then that I notice that the username on AO3 isn't clickable, so even if I wanted to block or report them I couldn't. I assume, therefore, that they've deactivated, and since them seeing their comments gone and getting angry was the only thing stopping me deleting the comments, I delete the comments.

It's also at this point I see "Mimi" never left kudos. I guess I don't deserve praise until I mention "Bill Cilnton".

There's relative calm for a short amount of time, until I get another comment:

This one is much kinder than the others and doesn't mention any specific, weird, historical events, so the extent to which I think this is "Mimi" is debatable, but bestie I'm weirded out enough that anything that even uses the enter bar unnecessarily and misses out conjunctive words like "because" and "and" is going to activate fight or flight. Update: Carl Birtles is not Mimi or Lulu. Carl was just being genuinely kind and I misinterpreted it and that's on me.

However, "Carl"'s case is not helped by the fact I can't click his account either, that AO3 offers me the ability to report it as spam, and that guess who replies to "Carl"'s comment: Update: Carl, having done nothing wrong as he has, is therefore also a victim in the situation that is being replied to by Lulu. It would seem Lulu is trying to correct??? some of Carl's commentary.

You must think I didn't get a 7 on my English Literature GCSE because you seem to underestimate my ability to compare two texts.

So clearly this is "Mimi", who has also just replied to "Carl". "Lulu" is also deactivated, and I've fallen off the end of my tether, let alone reached it, at this point so I mark it as spam. "Carl" gets to stay bc he said the idea for the crossover was good. Update: Carl also gets to continue to stay because I have it on good faith that he's a stand-up dude.

So at this point you've readily admitted through your inability to shake up your writing style to using at least one sockpuppet to convince me to talk about the "Yugoslav wars".

If "Carl Birtles" is the real(-est) of them, and "Mimi" and "Lulu" are the sockpuppets, by the way, I have questions and ideas about what you do on your free evenings and I want them neither confirmed nor answered. Update: This is slanderous and I want to apologise wholeheartedly to Carl for making assumptions about him and judging his character. Once again, he is not Mimi or Lulu. He's just a normal, cool guy.

And now you come to me, on the day of my daughter's wedding on a different platform, leave me an anon ask in the exact same format as you're so fond of, and expect any different ??

Well, yeah, then I guess I'll give you special treatment this time.

Here's exactly why I will never include anything you have told me to include:

Julian and the Phantoms discussing the Berlin Wall would be highly inappropriate for the largely fluffy, cracky tone of my fanfiction, especially given how recently the event occurred, how many Eastern Germans still experience prejudice to this day because they were born within the old borders of the DDR, and because of how nuanced this, essentially proxy war, was and how ill-informed a huge amount of the world is on the actual factors in play during this time and the Cold War in general.

Julian and the Phantoms will not discuss Yugoslavia dissolving, nor the fallout and conflict that resulted, because it was genocidal. There is nowhere I can fit Julian, pantsted, casually asking Luke “hey do you remember when the Herzegovinas were killed en masse by the Serbs?” Not gonna happen.

They won’t discuss Bill Clinton because all of them know who the current world leaders are: they don’t have amnesia, they’re ghosts. The fic is also rated T, so it would be inappropriate to make any explicit reference to “sexual relations”. None of them play saxophone.

Julie wouldn’t think of Les Mis or Hamilton because Thomas is Regency, not French Revolution, and Kitty is Georgian, not Colonial.

Julie won’t be calling Fanny Mary Poppins because she is perpetually stuck in a white dress, doesn’t wear a hat, doesn’t own an umbrella or a purse and was not the nanny or housekeeper of Button House.

The ghosts will not discuss the marvels of modern transportation or how long it would’ve taken to cross the Atlantic on dinghy because the ghosts have seen Friends. The house irl is on a flight path. They know airplanes exist. Alison and Mike pulled up in a car.

I will probably have the phantoms and Willie talk to Pat and Julian about being from the ‘80s and ‘90s. That I will actually probably do.

The Captain will not mention FD Roosevelt because, again, they all know who the current world leaders are, and I doubt he expects a ‘90s pop punk band to have any insider knowledge on the man.

It was interesting to think of the phantoms’ grandparents having been alive during WW2. I wasn’t lying. But there is nearly nothing I can do with this information.

But above all: both sets of ghosts have already adapted to modern life. Because the shows are shorter, and meant to actually be able to fit jokes in them.

If you want to see any of this, write your own damn fic. I don’t own the concept of a JATP/BBC Ghosts crossover.

What you will not do, “consonant-vowel-consonant-vowel”-nim, is hound me on multiple accounts and then change platform to hound me again. I’m absolutely not having it.

I have never received an interaction quite like this before, and I cannot help but wonder if this is because this is my first work in the Ghosts/HH/Them There/Six Idiots/Yonderland/Bill fandom: that this is where you primarily camp out.

So it’s at this point I ask the Them There/Six Idiots fandom if they have/if they know anyone who has had a run-in with this person or thinks they may have, or if anyone perhaps even knows who this is? Maybe I’m just one of many. Maybe this is a necessary fandom evil I was unaware of.

This experience has left me royally freaked out, as one might imagine, especially since my anxiety in general has been acting up due to it being exam season. I want to thank everyone who’s read my rambles on Discord and on here and even listened to them irl and offered support from the bottom of my heart.

I’ve enabled comment moderation on the fic. I will continue to write it, and I will put exactly what I, and only what I, want in it.

Believe it or not, I wanted to do literally anything else today.

Anon: Fucking Leave Me Alone.

Update: Just reiterating: Carl is not Mimi or Lulu. Carl is a cool dude and I want to sincerely apologise for having brought him into this mess, passing judgment on his character, and making him feel like he should stop practicing English online.