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Thinking about if Netflix didn't cancel Julie and the Phantoms, we could have gotten some sweet moments between the boys and Carrie. A little niece and uncle moments. Like this is their bestfriend's daughter. Sure their relationship might be rocky, but they still have that connection. For them, the last time they saw young Bobby was just weeks ago, but for Bobby it was 25 years. The boys definitely still feel a connection towards him, they still love him.
sunset curve, but make it scott pilgrim
Who's your favorite character from JATP
Julie Molina
Luke Patterson
Alex Mercer
Reggie Peters
Flynn
Willie
Carrie Wilson
Caleb Covington
Nick
Carlos Molina
Ray Molina
Bobby/Trevor Wilson
Sunday July 23, 1995
Dear Dahlia,
They say The Orpheum is a place where legends are made or dreams are killed. I never expected that to be taken so literally.
It's Sunday, only if you're looking at the clock on the wall. For me and the guy I met 5 hours ago, it's still Saturday. His name is Bobby. Robert Shaw. 17. Rhythm guitarist. Starting his senior year at Los Enfadado High School, three weeks out.
We were sitting in my car, three blocks from The Orpheum. Red and blue lights flashing across the building fronts. Neither the victims nor the culprits were still around. Yet, Bobby couldn't stop watching, waiting for something to happen.
I asked what he wanted to do now. He didn't answer. I hadn't heard him speak coherently since the ambulance left. The last thing he said, through a mess of tears and snot and blood-shot eyes, was, "We need to move."
… Before the police arrive, was what he meant. I figured it out when two cars rushed by as we drove away, and he sank into the seat.
"Are you some kind of criminal?" I'd asked.
"No," he'd replied earnestly. "It's a long story."
Victoria will be pissed when she hears about how I believed him. How I drove away from an active crime scene with the only connection buckled down beside me, how I hid him in our garage that night, and now him, on the ground curled under a scratchy blanket, tossing and turning with his eyes squeezed shut, and me, watching from the couch, using dad's work lantern so I don't alert anyone inside. She'll be pissed to know anything, but what was I supposed to do? He lost everything tonight, and suddenly the random bar server became one of the last people to see Sunset Curve in one piece.
It's Sunday, 2 AM. My hands still shake like it's Saturday, 8 PM.
I watch Bobby across the room, who's one toss and turn away from bolting upright with tears streaming down his face, and I wonder, what happens now?
- Rose
Sunsweat Curve (4/4) - Rhythm Guitar
Bobby Shaw
so I heard there were some red blade theories going around
personally i think julie deserves the chance to do a little evil >:)
("all that remains" by @pawprinterfanfic ch 16 posted today!!)
tagging @jatp-sci-fi-week for sci fi media au day!! <3
I never in a million years would've thought that I'd have comfort characters that are literally just two bestfriends and their frenemy, three ghost guys, an adorable kid, and an awesome dad. Julie and the Phantoms is the very definition of comfort. It's love and loss all rolled into one and tied together with a beautiful bow of hope. That little memory filled garage feels like home.
TICKLETOBER 2023
Prompt Day 15: Tickle Fight
Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms (I freaking love this show)
Platonic, just the boys being boys in 1995, pre-show.
Summary: It’s been a couple weeks since Luke left home. It’s hard.
This is a tickle fic - don’t like, don’t read. Beware some slight angst at the start.
Fic Length: Tangerine
The Only Choice
Luke stumbled into the garage, eyes red and damp from crying. The hoodie he had on was bespeckled with raindrops and streak marks from the bushes behind his parents house. He had watched them for a while today through their large 3-pane window. His mother kept glancing out as if she sensed him there. As if he were a ghost.
It had only been a couple of weeks.
At first they had tried reaching out to him. Reached out to Reggie, and to his parents - which ended with a black eye for Reggie, as he would not tell his parents where Luke was. Luke didn’t want to be found. Being found meant giving up on the band. And that was a choice Luke wouldn’t make. If leaving home was what would allow Sunset Curve’s dream to be a reality, then that was it. There wasn’t a choice.
But running away… still hurt.
And it hurt more, when they stopped chasing.
Watching his mom from the bushes… He knew how much it was hurting her.
But he wouldn’t turn back.
He couldn’t do that.
But fuck, if it didn’t rip him apart.
He pulled open the doors, expecting it to be empty, with how early in the morning it was. He had stopped going to school with the boys anyway, as the school would have to contact his parents. Better to just be fully missing. He wasn’t really missing much anyway.
To his surprise, Bobby, Reggie and Alex were all in the garage, Alex pacing around, with Bobby and Reggie sitting on the couch. They looked up as he came in.
“Luke, thank god,” Bobby said, crossing quickly over, and giving Luke a hug. He pulled away, searching the boy’s face. “Where the hell have you been? I woke up this morning and you were gone.”
“We had no way to reach you, man,” Alex said. “Bobby called our landlines, panicking.”
“I’m just glad I picked up, and not my parents.” Reggie said, staring off at some invisible fear across the room.
“Sorry, guys. I didn’t mean to worry anyone.”
Bobby took a better look at Luke, hand still on his shoulder. “Went to your parents' place?”
Luke looked up at him, timid red eyes meeting Bobby’s brown ones before flicking away.
“Luke…”
“I’m fine. It’s fine,” he said, pushing past Bobby and into the center of the room. “You guys should, uh, you should be at school.”
Reggie spoke up from the couch, finally turning to face Luke. “We were worried about you dude.”
“Come on, guys - Bobby, you almost never see me in the mornings, it’s not that uncommon -”
“We’ve been worried about you,” Alex said. “For days.” He stepped closer to Luke. “Talk to us. Please.”
Luke’s eyes flicked over each of them, and he wetted his lips, his eyes burning again. “I’m fine,” He forced with a watery smile. “I-I just…” Tears slipped over the edges of his eyes. “I’m…”
Alex stepped forward, wrapping his arms around him.
Reggie and Bobby were next, joining the group hug as Luke cried.
“...It’s not like we ever got along super well…” Luke said wetly.
“But they're still your parents.” Alex said.
“And she’s still your mom,” Reggie whispered.
“It’s okay to be sad about it,” Bobby said. “None of us would judge you if -”
“No.” He was firm in his reply. “I want to be with you guys. I want to be in the band.” Luke's grip tightened on Alex’s hoodie. “I just wish there wasn’t a choice.”
“...Hopefully one day our folks can forgive the…choices… we make.” Alex said pointedly.
“I don’t think anyone can forgive Reggie’s choice to wear plaid 24/7, though.” Bobby chuckled.
“Excuse you, my plaid shirts are a staple.”
“Yeah, stapled to you.” Bobby tweaked Reggie’s hip where the shirt was tied, earning a yelp for his efforts. Reggie’s spasm knocked the group off balance, and they stumbled onto a heap on the couch with varying groans.
“Reggie, what the hell.”
“Hey, Bobby tickled me!”
“Not my fault you’re so sensitive,” Bobby said, wiggling his fingers across Reggie’s exposed side.
“Hehehehey! Bohohobbehehey stohohop!” Reggie squirmed trying to get away, elbowing Alex.
“Hey, watch the flailing!”
“Yohohohou’re juhuhust as bahahahahad!” Reggie countered, practically shrieking as Bobby spidered on his stomach.
“Reggie, shhh, you’re gonna wake my parents~” Bobby intoned teasingly, knowing full well his parents had already left for work.
Luke rolled his eyes at their antics, a smile working its way onto his face. Alex noticed, and smirked at him evilly.
The smile dropped from Luke’s face so fast. “A-alex, I know what you’re thinking -”
“Yeah?” Alex feigned a questioning look “And what, exactly, am I thinking there Luke?”
“Dohohon’t even - dohohn’t -”
“I haven’t even raised my hands yet, Luke.” At that, Alex followed through on his statement, raising his hands up and wiggling them at Luke, who blushed furiously, pushing himself back and into the couch in an effort to get away. But instead of being smart, and getting up to run, he shrunk down until his own hoodie had rode up.
“Trying to become one with the floorboards?” Alex teased, his fingers descending on the poor boy’s ribs. High pitched cackles started from the singer, and Alex tried and failed to resist his own grin.
“AhahahaHAHAHAlehehEheHEx!”
“LuhuUHUHUHke~” He mocked back, beginning to laugh along with him.
Suddenly he felt a pair of hands squeezing at his hips, and he barked out his own laugh which dissolved into giggles, as Bobby and Reggie ganged up on the pair, Luke still at their mercy in addition to Alex.
Reggie tased up and down Alex’s sides, as Bobby squeezed Luke’s thighs, saying some shit about the “7 seas” which only made Luke laugh harder. “Plehehehease! Bohohohob- AH NOHOHAHAHA!” Bobby had hit a sweet spot, it seemed, Luke’s laughter reaching a new height and tears pricking his eyes for another reason entirely.
Though Luke was lost in his laughter, in the far reaches of his mind he had to admit - this was nice. Nice to let go of all his worries and stress came with upending your life and running away. Nice to remember they were still kids. Kids who could unwind, and be dorks together. Nice, to have a tickle fight, as surprising as that was. It was nice to be here, with his other family.
