#bobbyalex

[echobutgirlypop]

hey remember when we fought over the same girl? yeah so i’m actually gay and have found that i was repressively crushing on yet another “straight” blonde man

[comeonpeters]

bobbyalex underrated ship of all time

[stellarspecter]

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Reggie Peters/Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Alex Mercer/Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson (Pre-Slash), Bobby | Trevor Wilson & Alex Mercer & Julie Molina & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters & Willie Characters: Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Julie Molina, Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Ray Molina Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, nice neighbors, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Small Town, idk how to tag this man, Reggie and Willie are married and they own a ranch, Alex is New to Town, Veterinarian Alex, Writer's Mediocre Attempts at Describing Veterinary Medicine, The Mercers are Mormon but that's not like Important Series: Part 2 of sounds like a damn good life Summary:

“What’s going on?” Luke’s voice drifts up the stairs. The front door opens, letting in whistling wind and voices, clearer now.

Reggie and Willie’s voices, Alex recognizes after a moment or two. And they’re shouting his name.

Alex doesn’t waste a second. He vaults out of bed and throws his coat on over his pajamas, bursting out of his room just in time to meet Bobby halfway down the stairs. He doesn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed that Bobby’s seeing him in his nightclothes— urgency and adrenaline have overtaken him, leaving his heart racing but his mind clear. Something’s wrong, and nothing’s supposed to go wrong in this town.

“It’s Jelly,” Bobby says simply, and Alex takes the steps two at a time.

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[sunsetcurvecuddles]

(Psssssst)

Bobbyalex 26, 28, 45

hi beloved. guess what time it is. @weneedglitter this is for you too <3 PROMPTS: 26: kissing the top of their head, 28: feeling for each other in the dark, 45: feeling their temperature

brief au context for anyone who isn't morgan or lilly: sunset curve alive au, bobbyalex are exes, the boys all run away from their terrible families and get an apartment together.

maybe we can grow from this | ao3 link in reblogs bobbyalex, sunset curve ot4 | g | 1k | sickfic, hurt/comfort, pining

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It’s still dark when something stirs Alex awake. His first thought is that it must be Bobby’s phone going off with his work alarm, since in winter it sounds long before the break of dawn. But when he blinks and his eyes struggle to find purchase in the dark of the room, he realises it’s still mostly quiet.

They’re sleeping in their usual order, with Luke closest to the door, then Alex, then Reggie, then Bobby on the other far side of their bed. He can hear Luke snoring softly behind him, and sometimes Reggie talks in his sleep, and Bobby’s at what sounds like the end of a coughing fit, but he’s always coughing. It must still be very late at night, or very early in the morning.

Alex is about to sink back into sleep when Bobby starts up again. It’s wet and deep, like it’s tearing his chest apart on its way up to his throat, and it’s continuous. Bobby’s always coughing, but not usually like this.

“Bobby?” Alex whispers. His voice sounds too loud in the dark but Luke and Reggie don’t stir. Realistically, Alex guesses if they slept through everything that happened in their houses, and now through Bobby’s hacking, his talking won’t disturb them.

Bobby doesn’t answer. Now that his eyes are adjusting to the dark, Alex can see vague outlines, like Reggie curled up in the fetal position with his face inches from Alex’s own, and Bobby sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to the rest of them. The shape of him is hunched, his shoulders rounded forward, and Alex can see him running his hands through his own hair. He’s still coughing, and it’s starting to sound strained and harsh.

It feels like it’s been a constant, Bobby being sick, ever since they met together with packed bags and some stolen cash from Bobby’s dad and bolted to a new city far from their shitty families. Their tiny new apartment, with its impractical kitchenette and the constantly malfunctioning hot water and the combined bed frames they pushed together to save space, is wonderful in so many ways. Reggie laughs as loud as he wants and is always well-fed, Luke plays guitar and lies around on the couch without fear of retribution, and Alex can lock the door on the bathroom from the inside and doesn’t feel like he has to have eyes in the back of his head. It’s just that Bobby’s always sick.

Alex is fumbling, dopey and unsure of the distance, when he reaches across Reggie to press a hand to Bobby’s back. It’s an action with two purposes. Rubbing in gentle circles with hopes of providing at least some comfort, he also notes that the back of Bobby’s favourite worn-out sweater is damp with sweat, and he’s trembling, but he’s not burning up. Alex doesn’t need to get out of bed and find the thermometer to know Bobby doesn’t have a fever this time.

Finally, Bobby drags in a ragged breath that comes out a wheezing exhale. He slumps further forward, so Alex continues the circles for another few moments, to see if it comes back. In the daylight, he wouldn’t touch Bobby like this (he would try not to touch Bobby at all where it’s not strictly necessary. They never brush their teeth at the same time, so they can avoid being shoulder-to-shoulder at the little basin, so neither of them has to catch the other’s eyes in the mirror). However, there seems to be a silent, mutual understanding that when Bobby’s sick in the middle of the night, the rules are different.

“You done?” he asks, still keeping his voice low. “Need the inhaler? Meds?”

“Think ‘m good. Just got cold,” Bobby rasps, voice thick with congestion and sounding so exhausted Alex’s chest hurts in sympathy. “Wanna go back to sleep.”

“Yeah, okay,” murmurs Alex. Wants so badly to say please come get warm, but doesn’t dare. Instead, he says, “Lie between me and Reggie? He’s been kicking me all night anyway.”

Bobby hesitates, still shivering under Alex’s hand, but only for a moment. “Don’t wanna wake him up,” he grunts, and Alex breathes a sigh of relief, because that’s as close as he’ll get to a yes.

“There’s enough room,” Alex assures him, even though that’s an inaccurate statement about anything relating to their apartment. And because it’s always been easier when he’s made it about himself instead of trying to give Bobby what he needs, Alex tugs at the back of Bobby’s sweater and adds, “C’mon, I’m tired.”

Even on his shaky limbs, Bobby is so careful as he eases himself over Reggie and into the spot between him and Alex. It’s a tight squeeze. Alex tries to push back against Luke, but Bobby follows him. His arms find their way around Alex’s waist, fingers brushing Alex’s waist and back where his shirt has ridden up. The skin to skin makes Alex shiver, even though he’s not the one who’s cold. Bobby nudges his head up under Alex’s chin and his whole body relaxes, one long shudder from his head to his toes as he settles. In a tiny lapse of self control, from muscle memory and instinct and years of things being different to how they are now, Alex presses a kiss to the top of Bobby’s head.

As soon as he becomes aware of what he’s doing, he stops, moving his head up to bury his face in Bobby’s hair instead. Instead of pulling back or freezing up or muttering, Alex, don’t -- Bobby just sighs, coughs slightly as he does, and Alex realises he’s already mostly asleep.

He’s just chasing the warmth, Alex tells himself, as Bobby snuggles close and Alex runs a hand down his back and up again. He ignores any sensations that might be arising in his chest. Any regret poking around in his ribs, any loneliness in his lungs, any yearning tangling up the base of his throat. It has to be enough that Bobby’s here at all. That they’re all here, and they’re safe, and Reggie doesn’t have as many nightmares and Luke doesn’t stay up until the early hours of the morning bouncing off the walls and getting into trouble, and no one locks Alex in his room away from the people he cares about. This has to be enough. Alex isn’t allowed to want anything else.

Bobby’s not well and he wants to be warm. So Alex keeps him warm.

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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 & Julie Molina, Alex Mercer & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters & Flynn Taylor Characters: Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Julie Molina, Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - High School, Meet-Cute, Bobby and Julie go to prep school and are Music Besties, Sunset Curve Including Flynn Go to Public School and are Music Besties, Alex isn't out to his parents yet Series: Part 1 of Prep School AU Summary:

In the universe’s defense, Alex takes a different route home than usual. And actually before that, Luke ends rehearsal early so that he and Reggie and Flynn can go knife-throwing or something equally stupid, and they invited Alex to go with them, but Alex actually has a smidge of self-preservation so he politely declined, but he didn’t want to go straight home because he kinda hates being home, so he decided to take the long way through the nicer part of town.

So, really, it’s Alex’s own damn fault that he stops to tie his shoes in the middle of the sidewalk a few blocks away from David Lawrence Preparatory Academy for the Performing Arts and thus gets bowled over by an idiot walking backwards and not looking where he’s going, but Alex prefers to blame the universe.

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[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ray Molina/Rose Molina/Willie, Bobby | Trevor Wilson/Alex Mercer, Bobby | Trevor Wilson & Rose Molina Characters: Rose Molina, Ray Molina, Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms) Additional Tags: Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Nightmares, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, narrative parallels, idk they're just soft and they love each other Series: Part 3 of Just This Once (Everybody Lives) Summary:

Ray’s awoken in the middle of the night by a warm breath on his face, ice cold fingers on his arm, and a soft, scared voice whispering, “Ray? Wake up, please?”

His eyes blink open, and Willie swims into focus— knelt up on his side of the bed in his checkered boxers, hair falling out of its braid, pale and shadowed in the late night darkness. Ray doesn’t know what time it is, but he can tell something’s wrong.

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In Bobby’s dreams, the paramedics tell him he’s too late.

I’m so sorry, but your friends didn’t make it. I’m so sorry, they were dead on arrival. I’m so sorry, but they’re gone.

He wakes up in a cold sweat, the image of Alex’s glazed eyes and gaunt face imprinted in his brain like it was branded there. Not even the sight of the actual Alex in bed next to him— sprawled on his stomach with his arms wrapped around his pillow, not too thin or too pale, visibly breathing— calms Bobby’s racing heart beat, loosens the fist around his lungs, or stops his brain from telling him it wasn’t just a bad dream.

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[sunsetcurvecuddles]

don’t let it go like this

Bobby & Alex, T, 3k, warning for mentions of physical parental abuse

Bobby catches his breath, pushes his sweaty hair back off his forehead. “Well,” he says, trying to aim for dry, for light-hearted, “that was a narrow escape, huh?”

Alex doesn’t laugh. When Bobby turns to look at him, he’s surprised to find Alex doesn’t look relieved, or even anxious.

Alex looks furious.

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Or, Bobby wants to protect Alex, but Alex doesn't want protection.

special thanks to @sweetheartreggie for co-creating this bobbyalex sandbox for us to play in and @chickwiththepurpleguitar for cheerleading me even though i was absolutely meant to be writing something else

ao3 link in reblogs!