#ifwad 2021

[kybee1497]

And I’m Screaming (Is There Anybody Out There?) by Kybee1497

It seemed like he blinked, and then Allie was cutting the engine and they were home, so he must have fallen asleep without realizing it. Thank god they were finally home. Something he hadn’t been able to say for two months. If he wasn’t basically a dead man walking, he would rather be anywhere else but home; right now the prospect of falling into his bed and sleeping the night away far outweighed his desire to get the fuck away from his house.

OR

It's the first time Alex has gotten sick since coming out and things have... changed.

Written for @internationalfuckwithalexday and @jatp-foundfamily-week Day Three: (Least) Favorite Parent & Child Relationship

Taglist (ask to be added or removed):

@jatpfs @a-tomb-with-a-view @on-irratia @wadewaits @sunset-bobby @williexmercer @angelofarts @sylphrenas @afoldintime @curvesomesunsets @thegirlfulloffandoms @julieandthequeers @imastrugglingartist @caswellseyes @michelangelindraws @flynn-flynnagan @jatpfs

[willexxmercer]

Come Hell or High Fire

A platonic Sunset Curve hurt/comfort fic in the Mutants verse for @internationalfuckwithalexday

 “Dude, shouldn’t you like… be putting those in water or something?” Luke asks, his voice wobbling.  Alex glances over at him from his spot on the sofa, taking in the wide, panicked look in his eyes.  Reggie ran off, mortified after the accident, and Bobby’s out looking for him, so Alex is left with Luke to look after him.

Or: Reggie accidentally burns Alex's hands and the family tries to deal with it.

Check for the link in the notes!

Mutants taglist in the notes!

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

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), Alex Mercer & Julie Molina & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters, Alex Mercer & Ray Molina Characters: Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Julie Molina, Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Flynn Taylor (mentioned), Carlos Molina (mentioned), Ray Molina Additional Tags: Sickfic, IFWAD 2021, Asthma, Asthma attack, Post-Canon, The Phantoms Come Back to Life (Julie and The Phantoms), Good Parent Ray Molina, Disordered Eating, Alex Mercer Needs a Hug (Julie and The Phantoms) Series: Part 2 of After the Orpheum Summary:

Alex wakes up before the sun has risen, stares at the vaulted ceiling of the Molinas’ garage from the air mattress Ray set up in the loft for him, and feels his body.

It’s become something of a routine for him since he and his bandmates came back to life. Being a ghost made him feel like he was floating, sometimes, like a particularly strong gust of wind could make him blow away. Now that Julie’s brought them all back to life somehow— even Willie— now that Alex needs food and sleep and oxygen, and his heart beats strong in his chest, and his arms bruise when he knocks them against a doorframe by mistake, he likes to take stock every morning of his own physical form, likes to remind himself that this is real. That he’s real, and solid, and something, not just music and air.

It’s only because he’s made himself so aware of his body in the last few months that he notices something today is off.

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HAPPY @internationalfuckwithalexday!!!!

Taglist:  @whenweremarried @sunsethimb0s @pink-flame @penguin0613 @fighttoshine @sunsetcurvecuddles @teenagedirtbag-dot-jpeg @brightattheorpheum @queenmolina @jandthephantoms @lexilucacia @sapphossidechick @acnhaddict @shrimp-colours @sunset-bobby @lenacarstairspotterstewart @conversationaltreestump @burntchromas @molinapattersons @julieandthequeers @joyandthephantoms @it-tastes-like-lizard @jatpfs

[curvesomesunsets]

just hold me

When it happens, Alex doesn’t realise immediately. He is too focused on the way Willie is fighting, fluid and practised, dispatching one enemy after the other before they can so much as touch Alex where he is trying hard not to disappear into a panic attack. His chest has been tight with the familiar pain of it for the better part of the last few minutes. Maybe that’s why it takes him so long to notice.

There is a burning pain in his side, different to the icy grip of panic around his ribs. Alex doesn’t dare to look away from where Willie is blocking their attacker’s punches with an ease that really makes Alex question just when Willie learned to fight like that. His hand drifts down towards the pain. Suddenly it’s so much worse, agony shooting up his torso. His vision whites out, and Alex is barely aware of the way he slides down the wall at his back, falling sideways onto the street. His shirt is wet, sticking to his hand and leaving no doubt about what is going on.

my entry for @internationalfuckwithalexday, link in the reblogs!

[sunsetcurvecuddles]

it's no good unless it's real

alex & bobby | 4k | pg | sickfic, hurt/comfort, implied child abuse

Alex slowly pushes himself up to sitting on his bed. He’s still in his clothes from church, too, which Bobby hasn’t seen before, a fresh white button-up and a crisp jacket, black slacks and shiny shoes. He hardly looks like himself without the hoodies and sneakers Bobby is used to. Honestly, he hardly looks alive, pale and flushed at the same time.

“Lookin’ sharp,” Bobby says.

Alex’s eyes flash, and then he blinks, groggy, and looks down at himself. “Oh. Yeah, whatever. I’ll get changed, meet you down there in a sec.”

Bobby almost hesitates, because really, Alex doesn’t look like he’s up to standing on his own, let alone changing his clothes and then making it down the steep stairs. But Alex holds his gaze, glassy yet firm, almost like he’s daring Bobby to say something. And Bobby knows better than to take dares from Alex, so he backs out onto the landing and closes the door behind him.

my fic for ifwad 2021! ao3 link in the reblogs

[julies-butterflies]

Since you ASKED

Willex soft nicknames and thermometer

sickfic whump prompts  ( accepting!!) read here on ao3! "girl, this is a prompt, it doesn't count for ---" yes it does and it's fuck with alex day so let's just mess the kid up @internationalfuckwithalexday

The simplest fact Willie knows — besides Caleb is a raging jerk, and Nutella is superior to any other condiment — is, his boyfriend is amazing, but he’s never cooler than when he’s playing the drums.

It’s never saw himself falling for a performer. Willie has… baggage with performing, almost forty-year-long baggage; he’d been lying if he claimed stage lights and cheering crowds don’t send his heart racing, his stomach flipping like the world’s worst roller coaster. Big shocker: having your immortal soul contracted and forced to perform in a dead man’s cabaret leaves a nasty taste in your mouth. The stage life isn’t for him. Willie would be happy to never stand in front of an audience again.

Standing in one? That’s a different story.

He’s got an open invitation to all of Julie and the Phantoms shows. Literally — when you’re a ghost, you don’t need tickets, and it’s not like anyone’s stopping him from walking through the doors. No matter where they’re playing — a snazzy open mic or a school gymnasium — Willie’s guaranteed the best seats in the house.

Alex has got that pesky ‘coming back to life’ thing — all three of the boys are more dead than alive at this point, it’s wild, Willie’s still not sure how it’s possible but he and Alex are just rolling with it — so Willie’s also got bragging rights.

He makes a big show of his position tonight. There’s no way Alex can miss him; he’s dangling over the balcony railing, perched precariously with sneakered feet swinging. At the end of every song, he cheers so hard, he nearly falls over — he does fall once, but poofs out before he can hit the ground. The audience is going crazy for Julie and the Phantoms, but Willie’s the loudest voice in the club. The band are the only ones who can hear him, so this seems pretty fair.

Luke and Reggie keep grinning up at him; Julie casts him a few worried looks, but his enthusiasm almost gets her to laugh in the middle of Finally Free. And Alex…

Well. That’s the one weird thing about tonight.

Alex hasn’t even acknowledged him.

They’ve got a routine by now. Willie doesn’t come to the every show, but when he does, the night is special; Alex always gives it his all, and it’s clear who he’s playing for. During his solos, he’s never looking out at the crowd; his eyes are locked on one figure in particular, invisible to everyone else’s eyes. He plays up his stage presence, flipping his sticks and winking out at the audience. Alex never plays harder, or better, then when he knows his boyfriend is there watching.

Tonight, he’s been… bad isn’t the right word. Alex is never bad. He’s a star behind the drums, and the backbone of the band — like he always says, there’s no room for him to slack. He’s just been… slower. Off, somehow, and Willie can’t put a name to how or why. When he first appeared over the crowd, Alex caught his eye, and threw him a distracted smile — but it was there-and-gone, and never made a reappearance.

He hasn’t been playing for Willie tonight. He hasn’t been playing to the crowd at all. Alex is hunched low over his drum set, muscles tense, sweaty hair hanging in his face. There’s no room for him to work the crowd; tonight, it’s all he can do to keep up.

And it looks like it’s taking all he’s got.

The last number of the night ends, with a roar of applause from the crowd. This time, though, Willie doesn’t join in. He’s distracted — brows furrowed, jaw set in a tense frown, laser-focused on Alex. Alex, hunched over his drum kit, head low and shoulders trembling. His breaths are heavy; he doesn’t get out from behind his kit for the encore, doesn’t even look up to acknowledge the applause.

It only lasts a second; then the boys all vanish, with a dramatic flash of light that leaves the audience gasping. Willie blinks in their wake, taking in a stage that suddenly looks too empty. Unease slithers in his gut like a serpent. He grips the railing of the balcony until it hurts… then, with a decisive nod, launches himself forward.

He cannonballs straight down, into the crowd. A second before he can hit the ground, he poofs out.

This time, there’s no destination in mind. Alex, is all he thinks, in the nether between existence and reality. Take me to Alex.

When Willie lands, the roar of the crowd is still echoing in his ears. From inside, actually; he’s standing just outside the club, in a narrow alley, where the noise and lights of the open mic still drift in like a reassuring hand reaching through the darkness. Come back in, it seems to say… but the three boys at the mouth of the alley have other ideas.

“No,” a familiar voice is saying. “We can’t go home. Don’t wanna leave Julie.”

“Flynn’s mom is driving,” pipes up another familiar voice. “She’ll be fine! It’s not like shell mind, she was the one who asked if you were —“

“I’m not,” the first voice interjects harshly; Willie has to bite back a grin. He’s been on the receiving end of Alex’s stubbornness enough times; maybe it makes him crazy, but he loves that side of his boyfriend. It’s cute.

What’s not cute is the way Alex’s lanky figure is swaying at the mouth of the alleyway, braced on either side by his two bandmates to keep from falling over.

“We’re not leaving Julie,” Alex says again — and no matter how unsteady he looks, his voice is strong. “I thought we were all catching dinner after the show. What happened to that?”

“Are you even in the mood for pizza?” Reggie asks skeptically.

“Occasionally,” Alex retorts. “I wouldn’t choose to live off of it, unlike you.”

His sarcasm is undercut by the way he lurches forward, stumbling over his own two feet.

Luke and Reggie scramble to adjust their grips, helping Alex slump back against the brick wall of the club. “Bro, at least poof back to the studio yourself,” Luke huffs. “You can’t even stand up straight.”

“I’m fine,” Alex says again, voice hard and sharp with annoyance.

Luke rolls his eyes; Reggie sighs; and Willie steps out of the shadows.

“Alex?” he says quietly — and his unexpected voice turns the conversation on its head. Suddenly, all three not-quite-phantoms are staring at him… and something relaxes in Alex, some glaze of ice in his turquoise eyes melting away, a tension draining from his shoulders. He looks so relieved; Willie’s heart beats double time.

“Willie,” he says softly. “Hey. Sorry, I meant to…”

Willie shakes his head, not giving him a chance to finish. As he steps forward, the other boys clear out, making room for him. Willie comes right up to Alex, placing both hands on his shoulders, holding him steady while finally getting a good look at him.

“Oh, Alex,” he says softly. “Baby, you look so sick.”

“That’s cause he is,” Reggie pipes up from the sidelines. Alex, foggy-eyed and exhausted as he is, still has the strength to shoot him a harsh glare.

Willie distracts him with a hand on the side of his face… and Alex leans into the touch without meaning to. His eyelids flutter. Willie smooths a thumb over his sweaty cheekbone, sighing. “You’re burning up. How long have you been feeling like this?”

Alex closes his eyes, not offering a reply. When Willie glances at his bandmates for help, Luke and Reggie look equally disapproving. “He said it was just a cold,” Luke says, arms crossed. “Which, alright, show’s gotta go on, but when the guy has a fever and can barely keep the tempo up —“

“I didn’t mess up once!” Alex shoots back.

“Nah, you just almost passed out twice.” Luke’s eyes narrow. “In the middle of a song! Rule number one, bro, don’t steal Julie’s thunder! Rule number two —“ He holds up two fingers in Alex’s face for emphasis. “Don’t play if you’re not up for it! A performance isn’t more important than your health, Alex. You gotta take care of yourself.”

“And not infect the rest of us,” Reggie adds pointedly.

Alex glowers at them from beneath his bangs, sallow skin glistening with sweat. “This, from the lead singer who played a whole show with the flu in ‘94. Remember you kept running off stage to puke between songs?”

“Remember you passed out in Bobby’s lap on the drive home?” Reggie sounds delighted by the memory. “And the next morning, he woke up sick as a dog —“

“We all got sick,” Alex emphasizes. “I’m not the plague rat here. I’m supposed to be the responsible one, remember?”

“Okay,” Luke agrees, too easily. “Responsible yourself all the way home. Into bed. With some… tea, or meds, or something.”

“Doctor’s orders,” Reggie declares.

“I don’t believe that man has ever been to medical school,” Willie quips.

Three blank expressions stare back at him.

His shoulders slump as he sighs, pulling Alex closer with an arm around his shoulders. “Yeah, okay. Ready to go, babe?”

“I’m not sick,” Alex reiterates petulantly. His chest heaves with a suppressed cough.

“I know. Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you nice and warm and cuddled up in bed.”

His friends look monumentally relieved; Luke casts Willie a grateful glance as he tugs Alex away from the wall. The plague victim in question, though, is the opposite of grateful, or helpful. Willie poofs them through time and space; even when they land in the darkened studio, Alex is still pouting.

“I know what you’re doing,” he grouches. “You’re not even subtle about it.”

Willie doesn’t snicker out loud, which as a testament to his impressive self-control, really. It’s not funny. He has to keep reminding himself of that — his boyfriend is clearly burning up, he can barely stand on his feet, and he looks like he’s just run a derby under the horse’s hooves. It would just… be a lot less funny if Alex would quit pouting in that unbearably cute way, like someone just said he can’t have ice cream for dinner.

“What am I doing, cutie pie?” he asks, scrambling through the boys’ duffel bags of laundry for the PJ pants Alex likes best.

Behind him, Alex’s voice is terse with annoyance. “You’re using cute nicknames to distract me.”

Willie hums. He won’t deny it.

“And — and get me to let my guard down, and — and say I’m sick, which I’m not, and — and —“

“Alex,” Willie says softly, turning towards him. He’s got the folded PJs in his arms, and his heart feels like it’s melting. Something must show in his expression, because Alex’s rant cuts off right away. His mouth clicks shut; suddenly, he looks painfully unguarded, and unsure where he stands.

Which makes sense, considering he’s swaying like an inflatable tube man, and his eyes are hazy with fever.

“Oh, Alex,” Willie says again, voice softer than ever. Even if Alex isn’t able to admit it, he gives himself away with the way he can barely stay upright, and Willie’s heart is breaking for him. He steps forward; his expression is soft, voice even moreso. A hand lingers over Alex’s arm, the gentlest steadying force. He’s still way too hot.

“Hey,” Willie says, coaxing Alex’s feverish gaze up to him. “Just you and me here. Come on, Alex.” He brushes the hair back from his face, fingertips grazing his overheated brow. “How do you feel?”

Alex’s eyes flutter… and Willie sees the moment he falters, then breaks.

“Not… not good.” The last of the pride drains out of his posture, leaving him absolutely dead on his feet. He slumps into Willie’s arms, trusting his boyfriend to hold him upright. “Really bad,” he admits, in barely more than a whisper. “My chest hurts, and my head, and… I’m so tired, Willie.”

Willie holds him close, massing tiny circles into his back with a closed fist. Gently, he rocks Alex back and forth, soothing him through a chilly tremor.

“I know,” he whispers, and presses a kiss to his brow. “I’m right here.”

“This shouldn’t be happening,” Alex rasps; and then, in an even more pitiful tone, “don’t wanna get you sick.”

Willie has to bite back a laugh. “Sweetheart… that’s the last thing you need to worry about. Remember?”

His sweet boy. His adorable boy. His weird boy, with these weird coming-back-to-life side effects, like catching the flu. Of course he’s concerned about Willie, who’s well past the point of being able to catch anything.

“I think I’ll be fine,” he chuckles, running his hand across Alex’s brow. “You’re my priority right now. What do you say, baby… will you let me take care of you?”

Alex hesitates for the space of a breath. His brows furrow.

“Only if you stop trying to manipulate me with cute nicknames.”

Willie presses a laugh into his boyfriend’s shoulder, pulling him close just to hold him. “Deal.”

[weneedglitter]

Summary: Alex would love to get through this without worrying his boys. Ideally, he can get inside, catch another hour of sleep, and wake up feeling refreshed and ready to ace all his tests. He’s had a bad record with getting things he wants recently, though.

He unbuckles his seatbelt and pushes open the door, swinging his legs out and hopping down before his body can catch up with him. He makes it about a foot away before the dull ache in his stomach rises and his skin goes frozen all over, head feeling like it’s about to float off his neck. “Oh, shhhhit.”

Alex has a lot going on. His body helps out by making everything worse.

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My fic for @internationalfuckwithalexday! 

[queenofthequillandink]

When Alex woke up and saw the ceiling of the garage, everything felt normal at first. He snuggled a little deeper into Luke’s side before the last thing he remembered jolted into his mind.

Caleb, teaching for Reggie, grinning. His face made something inside Alex shudder and he didn’t even think before shoving Reg out of the way.

Caleb’s hand landed on Alex’s shoulder and everything went black.

My fic for International Fuck with Alex Day and boy howdy is this one worth an evil cackle.

[plsx3]

ayyy i'm so glad you wanna write something for ifwad!!!

Can i request ⌓, ⬤, and ✈ (or whatever combination of those floats your boat) for platonic Alex and Julie? thank you!

send a whump scenario and i will write a drabble (and if you send in alex related ones before midnight in my timezone, i will write them for international fuck with alex day)

⌓: tissues ⬤: being called soft things like baby, sweetheart or honey ✈: reaching out for someone [bonus points if they mumble! their! name!]

can be found on ao3 here

Julie wasn’t sure exactly what she was expecting to see when she entered the studio after school, but it’s safe to say the sight she was met with had been far from anything she could’ve been expecting.

Alex was laying on the couch, blankets pulled all the way up to his chin, and surrounded by so many tissues they could make a whole other blanket. His eyes were glassy and red-rimmed with bags so deep under them, they looked like bruises and his cheeks were flushed, but the rest of his skin was an almost deathly pale. Plus, he was covered in a sheen of sweat that had his hair practically plastered to his skin. And Julie had never felt more concerned in her life. Ever since the boys had come back to life, she tended to worry ... a lot. A lot more than was probably necessary. But she couldn’t help it, they were in just as much danger now as any other human being and she now knew that anything could happen, life could do the unexpected at any time. They may have been given a second chance, but there was no guarantee they would have any more than that. And this was the first time any of them had been sick, or anything out of the ordinary. She was maybe a little beyond worried.  But, she told herself, she needed to stay calm. Alex was the most anxious person she’d ever met, if she start freaking out, it would only make things worse. She took in a deep breath, told herself to calm once more, before she carefully made her way into the studio and called out to him. “Alex?” She spoke gently, stopping in front of the couch and kneeling down slightly. “Hey, are you okay, love?” Alex looked to her, as if noticing her presence for the very first time, and gave a weak smile. “Oh, hey, Jules. Yeah I’m fi - ” But no sooner had the words started to leave his mouth, was he suddenly cut off by a coughing fit that had Julie quickly helping him sit up, one hand gently patting his back and trying her best to just hold him through it as there wasn’t much else to do. He sounded bad, wheezing in between coughs, and when he was finally done, his head came to rest on Julie’s shoulder and the worry she was feeling only increased. “Oh, sweetheart. I think you’re anything but fine.” She spoke, voice still gentle, and Alex made a small, non-committal noise, accompanied by a shrug. She pressed a hand to the back of Alex’s forehead and almost immediately pulled away, letting out a hiss. “Lex, baby, you’re burning up. Do you know what your temperature is?” Alex gave a shake of his head. “No, been pretty much laying here all day. Haven’t felt like getting up to check.”  Julie frowned, looking around the studio, realizing it was just her and Alex in there. “Where are the boys? Do they know you’re sick?” There were still certain legal issues to be sorted out before the boys could be enrolled in school, so they pretty much stayed at the studio all day. It felt very unlike them to just leave Alex in a state like this. “Reg w-went with your dad to that photoshoot and think Luke went busking or something. But they don’t know, haven’t been home all day.” Julie noted how hoarse Alex’s voice sound, like he’d spent the entire day coughing. She let out a sigh. “Okay, okay.” She responded quietly, trying to weigh her options. She knew the best thing to do would probably be call her dad, but she also knew that ‘shoot was three hours away and by the time she got a hold of him and he got home, Alex could be even worse. Going to look for Luke would mean leaving Alex and she really didn’t think he needed to be alone a second longer. Carlos was supposed to be going to a friend’s house after school and spending the night, plus, as much as she loved her brother, she wasn’t sure there was much a twelve year old could really do.  After a bit more thinking, she made her decision. She would do what she could for Alex and just hope it could be enough until her dad, or someone else, was home. She turned to look at Alex now and noticed his eyes had fluttered shut, she couldn’t tell if he was asleep or not, but her voice was still quiet as she carefully said his name. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes, they were still glassy and he just looked so miserable it practically broke her heart. “Hey, sweetie. We’re going to go inside the house, okay?” She gently ran a hand through his hair as she spoke, noting how he leaned into it with a look of relief on his face.  “Why?” He breathed out, his voice hardly above a whisper and if Julie hadn’t been so close to him, she wouldn’t have heard it. “The studio is too cold for you to stay in while you’re like this, it won’t help you get any better. I’d prefer to have in a house with central heating and cooling.” She explained carefully, softly. Alex did nothing more than give a nod in response, which she took as a good sign that he was at least acknowledging her answer.  “Do you think you can make it into the house?” Alex lifted his head off her shoulder now, blinking blearily as he looked around. “Uh, yeah ... think so.” Though he didn’t actually sound too sure. Gently, Julie maneuvered her way around him, standing up and offering a hand out to him. “Alright, well, I’m going to help you, okay? You can lean on me as much as you need to, I promise. Don’t be worried about squishing me or anything.” Alex just gave another nod, and the fact that he didn’t protest this any further was just a sign of how sick he must be. Once Alex was up and leaning against Julie, the two of them thankfully made it into the house with little incident, aside from another coughing fit from Alex that had been so bad he’d almost passed out. But either way, Julie was relieved once they made it throw the front door and into the safety on the house.  She carefully led Alex into the living room, as much as she would prefer to have him in her bed she knew there was no way Alex could handle the stairs right now and she wouldn’t be able to get him up there on her own, and helped him onto to one of the couches. Once he was laying down, she grabbed a blanket and tucked it around him, pulling it up to his chin like he had had in the garage. “Hey, love.” Her voice was still soft and gentle, it hadn’t been anything else since she’d first found Alex. It took a second for Alex to focus on her, and his gaze didn’t even seem that focused. “I’ll be right back okay? I’m going to go get some things for you, but I promise I’m coming back.” And just like all the other times, Alex simply gave a nod in response. Which, Julie was kind of starting to a hate. A quiet and non-responsive Alex felt weird and unnatural. While he was never quite as chatty as Luke or Reggie, one thing that could always be counted on from Alex was a sarcastic or witty response, none of which was happening now. It took for a few minutes to gather everything she needed for Alex, a thermometer so she could actually get an idea of what his temperature was, a cool washcloth for his forehead, and a glass of water and some Tylenol, and when she came back, she realized Alex had actually drifted off to sleep. The last thing she wanted to do was wake him up, but she knew it was very important he take the medicine and she got an actual idea of what his temperature was so she knew if a hospital trip was necessary. She pushed her dad’s computer chair over to where Alex’s head was, sitting down in it before gently beginning to run her hand through his hair, softly calling out his name. After a few seconds, his eyes were blinking open and it looked like he was literally fighting to stay awake and she couldn’t help the tiny sigh that escaped. “Hi, baby, I know you just want to sleep, I know. But I need you to take some medicine for me and I need to take your temperature, okay? I promise it’ll only take a few minutes and then you can go right back to sleep. Can you do this for me, baby, please?”  To her relief, Alex nodded again and she helped him sit up, passing him the Tylenol and the water. Once he swallowed the medicine down, she took the water back (after urging him to take a few more sips) and stuck the thermometer under his tongue. It only took a minute for it to beep and once it did, she breathed the tiniest sigh of relief. His temperature was 102, which was high, but not high enough that she needed to call 911 or anything. Thank god. She helped Alex settle back down, laying the wash cloth across his forehead. She then took her hand and began to run it through his hair once more, feeling him begin to relax under her touch and it was only a few minutes before his eyes were drooping shut and he was drifting off once more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Julie wasn’t sure exactly how much time had passed, when she was jolted awake by the sound of someone whimpering and calling out her name. It took her brain a few minutes to catch up, for her to realize she had fallen asleep in the chair next to Alex.  Alex, who was sitting up but his eyes were still screwed tightly shut. Alex, who was reaching out, presumably for her, and letting out small whimpers, calling out for her.  Immediately, she sat on the couch next to him, placing a hand on either side of his, noting that at the very least he didn’t feel as warm. “Hey, hey, hey, Lex. Alex, baby, love, wake up. Open your eyes, I’m here. I’m right here. Come on, baby, I just need you to open your eyes for me, okay? I’m here, honey, I’m here. I’m right here.” She was speaking softly, though there was slight hint of franticness to her tone, and she began to brush her thumbs back and forth across Alex’s cheeks. After what felt like an eternity, but in reality was only about a minute, Alex’s eyes fluttered open and he locked eyes with her. “Julie.” Was all he said, before he was practically diving into her arms and she was catching him, wrapping her arms tightly around him and holding as tight as she could without hurting him. “Hey, shhh, Lex it’s okay, baby. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I got you. I got you.” She began to move her hand in soothing circles on his back, while she angled her head enough to press a kiss to his temple, hoping to just provide as much comfort as she could.  “Do you want to try to lay back down?” She asked gently and she felt him tense in her arms. “I won’t go anywhere. I’ll lay down with you, I promise.” She then felt him nod against her chest. Carefully, she laid them both down onto the couch, and though it was a bit of a tight squeeze, she refused to let go. She wouldn’t break her promise. She continued her motions on his back, and it wasn’t long before the both of them drifted off once more, cuddled as close together on the couch as physically possible. Which was how exactly how Ray, Reggie, and Luke found them a few hours later. None of them had the heart to wake either up, so they just figured they would get the information they needed once both fully were.

[internationalfuckwithalexday]

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bobby | Trevor Wilson & Alex Mercer, Bobby | Trevor Wilson & Ray Molina, Alex Mercer & Ray Molina, Alex Mercer & Julie Molina & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters Characters: Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Julie Molina, Ray Molina Additional Tags: Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, IFWAD 2021, The Phantoms Come Back to Life (Julie and The Phantoms), Good Parent Ray Molina, Good Parent Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Nausea and Vomiting (Non-Graphic), Fever, Alex Mercer Has Anxiety (Julie and the Phantoms) Series: Part 3 of After the Orpheum Summary:

He’d told himself it was just anxiety, because Ray’s been planning this trip to Florida for weeks now, ever since Reggie told him he’s never been to an amusement park and, even though Anaheim’s less than an hour away, Julie insisted that Disney World— the one in Orlando— was the place to go. And Alex, purely just because of his nature, has been helping Ray with the planning, doing research and reading park maps and making itineraries and packing lists and to-do lists upon to-do lists, and yeah, it’s been stressful, and yeah, Ray’s told him he can just sit back and enjoy the vacation like the rest of the kids, but it actually makes Alex more anxious not to be in control of things, so he insisted on doing a bunch of the prep work anyway, even if it left him sick to his stomach with nerves the night before their trip.

He’s not so sure it’s nerves anymore, after he threw up twice, spent the better part of an hour dry-heaving, and then tossed and turned the rest of the night alternating between hot flashes and cold spells.

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